On Christmas morning Kurt decided to go to the gym. The world should know that he was about to face a day of carbs, fat and deadly amounts of sugar so his plan was to do some pre-damage exercising before he would be doomed to bad skin and gaining pounds he didn't need. He ran a few miles, went some rounds with weights and practiced some moves for a dance routine for glee club.

When he came home he headed straight for the shower so he could prepare himself for the day. He went for the extra elaborate luxury moisturizing routine and made sure to give his hair the anti-winter treatment.

After an hour he started feeling ready for getting dressed and put on his robe so he could pick out an outfit. However, he wasn't prepared for the box sitting on his bed. The box was big, bigger than a shoebox – and it was green with purple stars and a metallic purple bow on the top. It looked very far from anything anyone in his family could ever afford – or have the imagination to find.

"Dad?" What's with the box on my bed?" Kurt asked as he came into the kitchen, still in his robe but too curious to wait for someone to tell him it was okay for him to open it.

He needed to know now! Maybe it was one of Rachel's eccentric ideas that she wanted to lurk him into with glittery boxes and cute stars. He wasn't planning on spending his holidays covered in pink, fluffy sweaters while swaying in the background of her solo at the local nursery home.

His dad stared at him in wonder, like he was expecting Kurt to tell what was up with the box. No doubt they had all been discussing it themselves.

"I don't know. Two days ago this guy dropped it off and asked me to give it to you today. He just said that you would know who it was from," his dad shrugged.

Oh. Oh...

OH!

"Okay. Then I guess I'll just go open it," Kurt said pensive and turned to go back to his room before the conversation could steer in on the subject of who it was from and a demand to tell them what the contents were as soon as he knew himself.

As soon as he was in his room he turned the key as an extra precaution before he sat down on the bed with the box in front of him.

It's probably some sort of freakish high quality sex toy. Or a costume. With a camera. So I can send him pictures and videos. This guy is seriously perverted sometimes, Kurt thought as he grabbed the lid and carefully lifted it off.

Inside were a few layers of purple tissue paper looking like it was taking up the entire box, but when he got it all off and put it on the bed that definitely wasn't the case – that definitely wasn't what he had expected.

"Oh my god. Blaine," he whispered in awe as he pulled the thick, gray scarf out of the box to have a better look at it.

It was bigger and heavier than he remembered it. The light gray threads running through the dark gray fabric was much more visible now that he truly had a chance to turn it over and inspect the details of it, and the matching buttons down the front were perfectly oval and elegant. It was soft and Kurt was sure he had never felt a piece of clothing as gentle as this; it was like knitted silk.

As he stood up to spread it out for a better look a little envelope fell back in the box with a soft thump. Curiously, Kurt picked it up and turned it over a few times before letting the scarf slide back into the box so he could rip open the envelope with his nerves slightly tingling at the back of his head.

When he pulled out the contents all air was kicked out of his lungs. In his hands he held an open ticket to New York and back again tucked inside a card with a neat handwriting saying "Merry Christmas".First class – all it needed was Kurt's personal details, though it already held his name.

What the hell is he thinking? Kurt gasped in his mind, but couldn't suppress all his dreams of Manhattan and Broadway of sneaking up and attacking him off guard.

He couldn't stop imagining what it would be like to go to New York and do all the things he had always dreamed of – but on the other hand he wasn't planning on spending his holidays as a human sex-doll – regardless of how much pleasure he got from the sex.

There was a knock on the door and Finn's voice told him to be ready for lunch in thirty minutes, pulling him from his thoughts. He needed to get dressed and he could worry about the tickets later – for now he was definitely going to enjoy his new scarf.

As he picked out a simple outfit of black jeans and a dark blue blouse he couldn't help but wonder how Blaine had got his hands on the scarf. He remembered very clearly how firm the designer had been at their meeting with her, and how her manager had said that not even the models of the show had seen the collection yet. Either Blaine had stolen it or he had really called in some heavy-weighing favors to get it. For Kurt.

But why? What was he expecting in return?

Xxx

Blaine was sitting on the sofa of his New York apartment. It was smaller than his home in Ohio but it was equally extravagantly decorated. Even though he only was there once in a while it didn't change that he wanted to be surrounded by pretty things just like at his full-time home.

He had spent the Christmas day at a dinner party with friends; a gathering of directors and actors, models and painters – everyone in the same situation of not wanting to bother spending Christmas with their families. This, of course, to Blaine's advantage since he was still feeling guilty that he hadn't been able to spend Christmas with Marilyn.

Now he was going over his schedule for the next few days while he was sipping a glass of red wine with music lowly playing in the background. He was startled as his phone started ringing and dragged him out of his eased haze.

"What do you want?" Kurt's voice sounded from the other end of the line and a sting piercing into Blaine's temple. He was so not ready for this right now.

"Merry Christmas to you too. What do I owe the pleasure?" Blaine said and poured down a mouthful of wine before letting his glasses onto his laptop on the coffee table.

"Cut it out. Just tell me what you want and we can negotiate," Kurt maintained with his tone still growing more tensed. Apparently he had already made up his mind about whatever it was that he was referring to.

"What the fuck are you talking about? I have a lot of work to do if you could just tell me what the hell this is about it will be over much quicker," Blaine groaned and leaned to the backrest, facing that this wasn't going to be a breezy conversation.

"Why would you give me plane tickets? And we haven't fucked for a week, so I have no idea what the scarf is for," Kurt snapped.

Why does he have to do this? Can't he just accept a fucking gift for what it is?Blaine thought sourly.

"I figured you might want to celebrate new years in New York instead of rotting up in comatosed Lima. But, of course, if you want it -"

"New York is probably filled with hot asses all willing to spread for you, so I honestly can't see why you would want to have me come," Kurt said. His voice sounded like he was struggling to keep up his bitchy facade but it was betraying him and easing him up.

"Yeah. Hot asses everywhere. I fucked this hot guy last night – his ass tasted so good," Blaine said.

But it was a lie. They had hooked up in a club where only people on a guest list could come in. The guy had been a bit taller than him and Blaine was sure he had seen him wearing a cowboy hat in a movie once – no, not a porn flick. They had made out heavily and grinded against each other, everything heated and intense. They were just about to go back to the guy's hotel room when Blaine started feeling dizzy and decided to go home instead. Not that Kurt had to know any of that.

"I really don't wanna know -" Kurt hissed and Blaine knew that he was rolling his eyes and pursing his lips. Had they been faced with each other he would have crossed his arms and cocked his hip to the side.

"But as many hot asses as there are here there aren't really any pussies – not like yours, at least. Sweet as cherry pie," he mused and listened to Kurt's breathing hitch.

"I uhm... I can't really – spend all of my holidays being your bootycall," Kurt stammered unconvincingly into the phone.

Blaine got to his feet and rubbed his free palm down his face for a moment before he rested his forehead against the cool wallpaper next to a giant photo.

"Kurt, really – try to close your eyes and listen to me for a moment... have you closed your eyes?"

There was a moment before Kurt hummed in agreement.

"Imagine New York City as you see it in the movies. Times Square, Central Park, Empire State Building – heck, even The Statue Of Liberty if that makes your juices flow – but how about Broadway? Think about it all covered in Christmas decorations and snow, and fireworks, and you can get a clear overlook over the skyline from my place – are you sure you wanna turn that down?" Blaine illustrated, painting pictures with soft words without knowing why he was so eager to convince the boy to come. It was true; he could just go to a club and fuck someone new every night he was there if he wished.

But it still just didn't make his dick rise.

He started to wonder if Kurt had hung up on him. He was quiet – not even his breathing was heard anymore and he was just about to check if his phone was still on when Kurt spoke again.

"Purely hypothetical – when should I come then?" He asked, now withdrawn and nervous.

"In a couple of days. I have a few meetings first, but I am off duty in three days and until after new years. I'm going back to Lima two days after," Blaine said, wondering if he had finally hit it right.

"I have to go. Goodnight... Blaine," Kurt said quietly and hung up the phone.

xXx

Saturday of December 29 Blaine was leaning against a cab on the parking lot in front of the airport. The boy's flight should be there around noon and now it was 12.30 – nothing Blaine hadn't expected from the busy holiday travelers.

He only got to check his watch one more time and give a dissatisfied grunt before the well-known brown, neatly groomed hair was towering over an Asian family fighting with their suitcases. He was wearing a tight, black jacket and gray jeans with his faithful black boots – perfected with the gray scarf folded around his neck and shoulders in a wave of soft fabric. Blaine wasn't sure what it was, but as the boy smiled at him he got a suction feeling in the pit of his stomach and he suddenly had to put a hand to the cab to keep balanced.

"Hello, Anderson – are you ready to go?" Kurt said softly as he reached the parking space and let the cab driver take his suitcase. He sent Blaine a flirtatious glance and disappeared through the door the driver was holding open for him. Blaine couldn't stop staring at those long, slender legs as he got into the car, but quickly snapped himself out and followed the boy in to take seat.

On the drive back to the apartment Blaine kept sneaking glances in Kurt's direction. He watched him glaring out of the window with huge eyes, absorbing every detail of New York as the city drifted by, almost a tinge of hopes and dreams reflected in his eyes.

Blaine paid the driver with his card and waited for Kurt to get a hold of his suitcase. He led the way through the building and held the doors open for him to make sure he didn't fall over his own feet as he followed Blaine through the hallways.

When they were inside Blaine hung up his jacket and showed Kurt to the guest room where he could settle down. He started to go through his mail and check his email and other small things until Kurt had begun to silently walk around the apartment to take in the decorations of artistic, black-and-white photography of naked male bodies seen from behind covering the walls, and the shelf of books and magazines with the pictures of Marilyn on the top.

For some reason Blaine couldn't concentrate on his emails anymore. His eyes kept flickering to Kurt wandering around and taking everything in. His face kept shifting from relaxed to impressed and intrigued.

To get hold of himself Blaine got to his feet and went to the kitchen to get himself a cup of coffee. He needed to do something to keep his head focused but he figured that he could always fuck the boy or send him out shopping in Blaine's name, so he thought he might as well as the kid what he was most set for at the moment.

However, when he returned to the living room he wasn't there so Blaine went to the guestroom to see if he was there. The door was slightly open so Blaine it the rest of the way where he found Kurt curled up on the bed. He was still in his jeans and red and white striped jersey. His boots were in the corner and his socks matched blouse. He was using the scarf for pillow and his chest slowly rising and falling with a peaceful expression covering his face. Surely he couldn't wake him up; he practically looked angelic.

Blaine went to his own room to jerk off instead, but after quite some time where he didn't feel like he was getting anywhere near good he groaned loudly. He washed his hands and laid down to have a nap himself, somehow with a faint taste of raspberry chapstick ghosting over his tongue.

xXx

Around six Blaine told Kurt to get ready to go out. Without questions Kurt started showering and preparing himself as requested. Blaine did the same and was pretty satisfied with himself when he was done. When the boy was finished he looked stunning so Blaine was satisfied about that as well.

They took a cab to a fine restaurant in town where they knew Blaine well. Kurt seemed like he nearly was afraid to do something wrong as he followed Blaine to their table.

His eyes gazed around the room to take in impressions of crystal glasses, candles and women in high couture dresses; on the too much side of cleavage matched up with Swarovski crystrals.

Blaine ordered himself a glass of red wine with water and Kurt had a glass of ice water. After he had been staring into the menu with huge eyes, showing off that he was lost, Blaine snapped it out of his hands and ordered for both of them – and a glass of white wine for Kurt.

"I'm not old enough to drink," he said sheepishly when the waiter left them to themselves.

"You're not old enough to get into clubs either, but you did that anyway," Blaine pointed out and smiled at the waiter as he returned and put the glass on the table in front of Kurt.

Kurt smiled embarrassed and started playing with his fingers around the stem of the glass. Blaine guessed that he needed a moment to digest the day so he turned his attention to silently flirt with a cute bartender until their food arrived.

"So – what did you tell daddy? To be allowed to come here," Blaine asked when they were done eating and he had enough of Kurt's silence.

"I... I told him I was going to Chicago with a friend to visit her family. They do that every year so he won't find out because she won't be in town either," Kurt told with a slight burn in his cheeks.

"And now you're feeling guilty?" Blaine scrutinized his face with the question, trying to pick up all details of what was going on in Kurt's head.

"Just – only a little bit," Kurt murmured with his glance locked on the silver spoon still lying on his napkin.

"Drink your wine," Blaine said, his voice a little firm and for a moment he reminded himself of Cooper telling Marilyn to eat her vegetables.

"I don't really know. I've never -"

"Just drink the wine, doll-face. Maybe you'll relax a little for once," Blaine said a little more harsh before he took another mouthful from his own glass.

Kurt lifted his glass a little from the table. He looked down on it as if he was weighing pros and cons for the possibilities of the drink being poisoned, but finally he took a careful sip.

His face screwed up at first. Like he had taken a bite of a lemon. He quickly adjusted and drank nearly half a glass in one turn.

"That was – quite good, actually. A little sour at first but... good," he said with a nod and the light fell perfectly on his lips to make them look wet and glistening from the wine.

By the end of the night Kurt had poured down quite a few glasses of wine – maybe a bit too much considering he was an alcohol-virgin. Blaine had to stop himself from rolling his eyes at the boy as he tipsy got to his feet, seeming dizzy and was a little extra time on putting on his coat and scarf.

Blaine helped him into the cab that was waiting for them and when they were back at the apartment he helped him inside and off with his coat and boots.

"You're a prick. You're actually... actually, you're a real bitch," Kurt mumbled as he started to clumsily strip off his clothes and pulled out his pajamas that he thankfully had put under the covers earlier; Blaine was not going to run through his things to find him a fucking pajamas.

"But you like my dick, so get that fucking pjs on so I can make sure you don't bang your head into the wall before going to sleep," Blaine said and crossed his arms impatiently while Kurt struggled with the sleeves of his night shirt.

"See – that's what I mean; that attitude. Mister!... I'm nice to you. People are nice to you – but you're always such a jerk," Kurt groaned and flailed his arms around as they simply wouldn't fit into the sleeves.

"Oh god. Stop that! You're gonna knock yourself out like that," Blaine growled and walked over to grab the shirt off Kurt so he could help him get it on properly, recalling all the times he had to help his niece getting dressed.

When Kurt finally had the shirt on Blaine pushed his shoulders, possibly a bit too hard paid with a moan, so Kurt was lying down on the bed. Blaine grabbed the pajama bottoms and started helping Kurt's feet into them. As he started pulling them up he was quickly reminded what was nestled between those two legs and he couldn't stop himself from pressing soft kisses to Kurt's pale thighs.

"Mhm... you can be nice," Kurt hummed silently and roamed his fingers randomly around Blaine's hair as he kept kissing the milky skin under his lips. His hands were still locked around the navy fabric around Kurt's knees, but he could feel the heat from Kurt's pussy coming closer to his face.

He pressed one heavy kiss to the cotton of Kurt's briefs where he could see that his slit was beginning. Kurt expressed a little moan in response and pushed his hips slightly into the kiss while his fingers gripped a little harder on Blaine's curls, but Blaine backed away again.

"Lift," he demanded and Kurt followed orders to rise his hips off the bed as Blaine slid the pants up to where they belonged. He told him to get under the covers and turned off the light before he left Kurt to sleep.

xXx

When Blaine woke up there were only a few things he was certain of; it was in the middle of the night, he was still tired as fuck, his cock was going hard in his underwear and he had no idea why the hell he had woken up.

That was until he noticed that someone was lying next to him.

"Kurt, I told you that you can't be in my bed. That's why I put you in the guestroom. Get the fuck out," Blaine growled annoyed.

"Blaine, just fuck -" Kurt breathed out heavily through the darkness and it was now clear to Blaine that he was only in his underwear as well.

Kurt was pressing his body against Blaine's, one leg swung over Blaine's with only the covers and their underwear to separate them.

"Kurt – I can't do that. You're clearly still drunk. Go to bed and I'll fuck you through your hangovers tomorrow," he grunted and tried turning his back on Kurt.

"But Blaine – god, I'm so horny. Just fuck me and I'll go to sleep," he stammered needy and Blaine could feel his hand slipping down his own body.

Surely enough, when he looked down he could see Kurt's hand buried in his green briefs and his hips rolling awkwardly against his touch.

"Shit," Blaine muttered and propped himself up on his elbows.

After a minute of watching Kurt desperately trying to get some friction Blaine dug into the drawer of the nightstand where he quickly found a condom. He was so damn hard already and it didn't take more than a few further more minutes before he had his pants pushed down around his thighs.

He shakily rolled the condom to the base and checked it was good enough before he turned his face to Kurt. The boy was still rocking his hips against his hand but now he was whimpering and sobbing, a quiet whine of "Blaine, just fuck me, please," spilling from his lips every now and then.

Blaine yanked his hand out of his underwear, causing him to give a little cry, before Blaine began to roughly tear his briefs down. With a little squeaky noise Kurt desperately did the work for him.

As soon as the green fabric was away Blaine grabbed Kurt's shoulders and pulled him in over his body. Kurt was on him and Blaine's t-shirt was pushed to his ribs to not get soaked in sweat and body fluids.

Kurt was nipping mindlessly with his lips at Blaine's neck as he started rubbing his pussy over Blaine's pelvis. He was practically sopping and Blaine's tired brain started spinning from the feeling of him sliding easily over the coarse hair, his ass bumping against his dick with each movement.

"Get on my cock and I'll fuck you," he groaned.

Kurt put his hands to his chest and heavily lifted himself to sit up, the pressure nearly feeling like his lungs were threatening to collapse, but the mess Kurt was when he finally got to see him made it all worth it. He was scrambling awkwardly around to rest his hands on Blaine's chest so he could lift himself off his hips.

The waiting was too much so Blaine grabbed his hips forcefully and made him lie back down on his chest, this time making sure his hips didn't move. When he was finally lying Blaine reached under him to grab his cock and direct it to his pussy.

It didn't take him much to let the tip disappear into the soaking heat, and as soon as Kurt tightened around his head and realized what was going on he sat up to sink down, letting Blaine's cock slide fully inside of him without any problems at all.

"Oh god yes!" Kurt nearly screamed as he curled his fingers against Blaine's ribs.

They hadn't tried this position before, so Blaine knew that, especially with Kurt still being affected by the alcohol, he would have to do most of the work.

He let his hands slide carefully from Kurt's knees, up his thighs and over his hips to run down where he could take a firm grasp of his ass.

Kurt was already rolling his hips back and forth, his clit and lips rubbing over Blaine's skin with whimpers and gasps. When Blaine started thrusting up into Kurt's tight pussy he clenched hard and dug his nails into the skin of Blaine's stomach and his head fell backwards with a groan of "yes, Blaine, yes!"

He took that as an invitation and soon Blaine was pumping himself upwards into the feeling of Kurt's inner walls dragging and pulsing around his eager dick. Kurt was spitting out incoherent sounds as he just took it all, letting himself be bounced up and down even though Blaine had never fucked him this hard before.

"Yes, just give it to me. Don't stop," he begged and forced his hand under Blaine's shirt to pinch one of his nipples, making his skin twitch and the needed heat in his stomach slowly start creeping up on him.

"Not planning on it, doll-face -" Blaine heaved out and pinched his nails into Kurt's crack before letting his index fingers press lightly on his asshole.

Within seconds Kurt's abs were tensing up and his pussy was clamping down on Blaine's cock. He cried and whimpered as Blaine continued to fuck him through his orgasm.

The sheets were already wet from sweat under him and Kurt's skin was just as well. He let a hand up to run through his hair while slowly starting to take control of his own moving up and down on Blaine's shaft. As his fingers slid out from his sweaty, messy locks he made his hand run down his chest to tweak at his nipple before he let it down to press two fingers against his clit.

"Fuck, you're so damn dirty," Blaine moaned by the sight and couldn't stop staring at the way his cock kept slicking in and out of the wet cunt, Kurt's fingers running in furious circles on his clit.

It was all too much. It was way too quickly. His insides were boiling and the skin was tightening over his muscles as a wave of heat rolled to his balls. They started pulsing frantically as a steam of lava ran through his shaft to fill the condom, his index fingers slipping further into Kurt's ass.

"Shit!" Blaine burst out as he could feel the room spin around him, drained for energy.

"More, god more -" Kurt whimpered and kept rolling his hips on top of Blaine, his pussy still clinging to Blaine's softening cock while his fingers were pressing hard and moving around his clitoris before his thighs flexed and Blaine could see on his face that he was there.

"Oh yes, yes, yesyesyesBlainesogood," Kurt blabbered out in high pitched whines as his entire body was trembling and tensing.

When he finally eased up he fell forwards onto Blaine's chest where he rested his forehead against the man's collarbone. He was heaving for air along with Blaine and his skin was just as steaming hot as Blaine's own was.

Without warning he locked his teeth around his nipple through the fabric of his t-shirt before he sat up. He grabbed around Blaine's biceps for leverage and lifted himself off Blaine's cock. Before Blaine could say anything he had grabbed his underwear before he got to his feet and stumbled out of the room with trembling legs and swollen, pink pussy lips.

"Holy crap," Blaine said under his breath.