Check back tomorrow for our exclusive scoop on Kurt Hummel's boy toy! Ever wonder where Blaine Anderson came from and how he succeeded in snagging one of Hollywood's most eligible? His background uncovered! The sad trauma that shadows his past. His surprising Hollywood family connection! We've uncovered photos from his school days that answer your most burning questions — What does that hair look like without all that product? Has he always been the master of the 'heart eyes'? And just what color are those eyes, anyways? We've got the answers. — TeenHollywoodNews, November 26th, 2018

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The Monday after Thanksgiving had Kurt and Blaine dropping by Bev's office for his monthly fan mail. As they approached Bev's office, her assistant, Kellie, stood to show them to the right conference room. Blaine could see that she looked nervous as they followed her down the hallway. After learning that she had given Kurt's address to Cooper, Blaine had called a meeting with her and Bev to discuss the situation. Bev had wanted to fire her, but Kurt had asked that she be given another chance, as long as she promised to never give information out about him again, even to people claiming to be Blaine's brother. It had been a month since that meeting, but she was still tentative around them.

Kurt followed her to the boxes of fan mail and gave her a friendly smile when she tried to duck out of the room. "Kellie, how was your Thanksgiving?"

She performed a quick glance around the room as if looking for another 'Kellie', then it clicked that Kurt was actually speaking to her. "Good. Too good, actually. My boyfriend is a pastry chef and made the best pumpkin pie. I think I ate an entire one all by myself. And the tightness of my skirt has been reminding me of it all day long." She patted her stomach ruefully, as if still full after four days.

Kurt laughed, taking the lid off of the first box of letters. "We had four different kinds of pie at my house and I still had to hide a few pieces in the back of the fridge so we could have them with left overs on Saturday. I think my brother thought it was his own personal duty to eat up all the desserts to keep them away from my dad. I found three pecans and two forks in the cushions of my couch after he left. I'm surprised they didn't have to tack some extra weight fees on him for the flight back."

Blaine watched them share a few other holiday stories, glad that Kellie was loosening up again. As a follow-up after the incident in the garage a check had been done on all of the employees at the agency, as well as the security guards and parking attendants — anyone who might have known Kurt was going to be in the building — but nothing of concern had been found and it seemed as if all the employees had been accounted for during the vandalism, so they were back at square one. Though Blaine had hated that they had had to investigate so many people, he was glad to know that Kurt was safe in the building and that he didn't have to worry when Kurt was friendly with anyone he knew there.

The following days were taken up with more training, trying to get Kurt ready for his audition. Though Kurt was getting stronger and more confident in his abilities, their sessions together were making it harder and harder for Blaine to act like everything was normal. Watching Kurt flex, kick, and stretch for hours a day was starting to wear on him, but that wasn't the only problem he faced. Ever since Thanksgiving he could no longer pretend that his attraction to Kurt was only physical. When he saw the light in Kurt's eyes spark as he picked up a new move or heard him make a self-deprecating comment when he was less than graceful, Blaine wanted to draw him into his arms and hold on tight.

The turning point came sooner than he had imagined.

Thursday afternoon Blaine walked into the gym to find Kurt dancing instead of practicing his kicks. He was going through one of his dance number from Defiance, which Blaine remembered all too well from the stage show, due to the embarrassing effect it had had on him in the theater. The dance involved lots of high kicks and hip gyrations, which were impressive and entertaining and it was exciting to see it up close and personal. Blaine lurked in the doorway for a few minutes, liking the pieces of his own personality that Kurt was adding to the dance now that he was just doing it for fun. Then Kurt began to sing along with the music.

Blaine had often heard Kurt sing since he had moved in. He warm-up his voice daily and had a vocal lesson once a week that Blaine often sat in on, not to mention the numerous times that Kurt had sung along with the music in the car, but there was something different about this time. There was a tone in his voice that reached right down into Blaine's chest and squeezed, emptying all the air from his lungs. Blaine moved his eyes to the wall-to-wall mirrors on the far side of the room and caught Kurt's gaze in the reflection.

As soon as their eyes met the tension increased ten-fold. Kurt continued his dance, not taking his eyes off of Blaine. His movements became more sensual as he dropped the more complicated steps of choreography entirely. His hips swiveled and his arms stretched over his head as he arched his back. He moved up to the bar attached to a section of the mirror and grasped it with both hands, keeping a firm hold as he bent at the knees and swung down into a move low to the floor.

As Kurt raised himself back up to a standing position, Blaine's control broke. He stalked forward, not stopping until he stood directly behind Kurt, so close he could feel the heat coming off of his body. Their eyes continued to hold in the mirror as Blaine reached an arm around Kurt's waist and pulled him back until they are pasted against each other from neck to thigh. Blaine paused to give Kurt time to object or pull away, but instead Kurt reached a hand back and up into Blaine's hair, twisting the strands around his fingers and pulling slightly, until Blaine lowered his head and placed a wet, open-mouthed kiss on the spot where Kurt's shoulder and neck met.

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Just as Kurt started going through his workout, his iPod began playing the Defiance original Broadway cast soundtrack. His big, emotional solo, which was the high point of his character's arc, came on and before he knew it he found himself dancing, the muscle memory from 372 performances still as fresh as the day he'd made his final curtain call. When the song ended he reached over and set it to repeat, this time starting the dance from the very beginning. On the third repetition he was about a quarter of the way through when he saw a flash of movement in the mirror and caught Blaine watching him from the doorway. Kurt flushed for a moment with embarrassment at being caught and almost stumbled, but then he saw Blaine's eyes, heavy-lidded and shadowed with what Kurt could only interpret as hungry yearning.

As the meaning of that look sunk in, it was as if the room held its breath, waiting for Kurt to react. His limbs continued to go through the motions of the dance on autopilot, as his mind and body warred with each other for control of his next actions. His body was crying out for him to make a move, to pounce on Blaine like a bridezilla at a wedding dress sample sale. His mind warned him to exercise caution, for he had misread cues in the past and had been hurt before.

It didn't end up being much of a fight.

He was tired of playing it safe. He was tired of pretending he didn't want the things he wanted. He was tired of going to bed with only his right hand for company. He was tired of being alone.

Mind and body re-engaged and the dance turned into a seduction, his body moving across the room in a carnal way that should have surprised him, but didn't. He caught Blaine's gaze and held it, trying to communicate all of his feelings, all of his wants and desires.

Kurt saw the moment that Blaine made his decision and held his breath as Blaine came to stand behind him. He offered no protest when Blaine stepped closer and brought their bodies together, his back tucked snuggly against Blaine's compact form. There was a silent question in Blaine's eyes, an offered final opportunity to stop before they headed down this new path, one last chance to remain as they were. Knowing that this was the point of no return, Kurt answered by running his hand up to Blaine's head and knitted his fingers into the curls that had tempted him for so long.

He arched his back at the touch of Blaine's lips on his neck. He closed his eyes and dropped his head to the side, giving Blaine easier access. He couldn't believe this was actually happening and he wasn't totally convinced that he wasn't going to wake up alone in bed, the victim of another hyper-realistic dream. He pushed away the tiny voice in the back of his head that whispered about his past romantic failures.

The moist imprint of Blaine's mouth sunk into his skin and he tightened his fingers in Blaine's hair, desperate to communicate, but unable to formulate any words. The temperature in the room seemed to raise 20 degrees as Blaine kissed his way down Kurt's neck, over the freckles that had never totally disappeared and past the strap of his tank top to the tip of his shoulder, before reversing course and moving back up until his lips touched the soft skin behind Kurt's ear.

"You won't believe how long I've wanted to do this," Blaine admitted, the huskiness of his voice betraying his desire. Moving his mouth back to Kurt's neck, Blaine pressed harder and added a little suction, drawing Kurt's skin in and tonguing it softly. The movement must have connected with a nerve that travelled directly to his cock, because Kurt felt all of his blood rush south as he began to harden.

When Blaine added a bit more pressure and the kiss became a nip, Kurt spun around, his mouth searching for, and finally finding, Blaine's. Months of frustration and sexual tension poured into the kiss as tongues jousted and lips devoured. Blaine gasped as Kurt licked his way into his mouth and latched onto his tongue, sucking hard in a sensual imitation of another act that had been on Kurt's mind since the first time he'd seen Blaine's plump, pouty lips.

Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist to pull him in closer, and Kurt followed willingly, desperate to feel their bodies pressed tightly together. He groaned as his cock rubbed against Blaine's, thrilled to feel that he too was also on his way to full arousal. He shifted a little to the left to bring their bodies into better alignment and felt Blaine push him back against the mirror. He undulated his hips to create a friction that hinted at the pleasures to come.

Kurt threw his arms around Blaine's neck and broke off the kiss, gasping. "Is this really happening? Because my dreams have been getting pretty vivid of late and I..." He trailed off and tightened his arms as he brought their mouths together once again. He attacked Blaine's mouth aggressively, entangling their tongues together before drawing back with Blaine's bottom lip caught lightly between his teeth.

In the back of his mind, Kurt knew that they were probably moving a little fast, that they should take a moment and talk, but every time a thought of pausing swam up from the depths of his brain, a bolt of electricity would flare across his nervous system forcing it back under again.

The mirror behind him squeaked as Blaine's hand moved up the glass until finally, Blaine cupped the back of his head and used the hold to better angle Kurt's head in order to deepen the kiss. Kurt felt the sensation rush down his spine to the pit of his stomach and he inhaled at the answering throb from his now full erection. Blaine pulled his arms back until his hands sat on Kurt's hips and he slowly turned Kurt around until he was again facing the mirror. He stripped off Kurt's tank top and slid his hands slowly up his back to his shoulders, before moving down to grasp his wrists lightly. He pressed Kurt's hands against the glass and moved them upward, inch-by-inch until their hands rested high above their heads. His eyes met and held Kurt's in the mirror as he let go, Kurt obeying the silent request to keep his hands where they were, splayed out as if he was trying to push his way into his reflection in the mirror.

Nudity, even partial, was nothing Kurt had ever become comfortable with and he had to fight back the inclination to cover his body and shield himself from Blaine's eyes. He knew this wasn't the time to shy away from the things he wanted. It was the time to be bold, so he remained where he was, allowing Blain to look his fill.

Blaine pulled back until he was no longer touching Kurt at all, then leaned forward and ran his tongue along Kurt's jawline, making Kurt self-conscious about his light five o'clock shadow (note to self, always shave before dancing seductively). When he reached the soft spot under his ear, Blaine continued on, licking his way down and around Kurt's neck before starting down his spine, taking his time to feel and moisten each and every bump along the way. Kurt felt himself tremble beneath Blaine's tongue and fought a battle to remain still, not wanting to break the spell of the moment. He nearly lost it when Blaine dropped down to his knees and continued his exploratory journey as if determined to taste every spot on Kurt's body that had tempted him since they had met. The trail of hot kisses drifted lower, taking a side trip as Blaine mouthed at the lines of the muscles of his lower back. After lingering there for a few minutes that had Kurt squirming in anticipation, Blaine returned to his original course before stopping at the point where the shelf of Kurt's ass began.

Kurt wheezed as Blaine finally laid his hands on him again, the solid feeling of his flesh almost sensory overload after the slow, slick movements of just his tongue. He held his breath as Blaine slid his fingers up the outside of his thighs until he reached his hips, where he exuded a bit of pressure, turning Kurt around again slowly. As Kurt turned, Blaine's tongue was joined by his lips and he kissed his way around Kurt's body, just above the mounds of his buttocks, along the waist, and across the sharp V that disappeared inside his loose dance pants. Kurt sank back against the mirror once again, grateful for the support it provided. He laid his head back against the glass, eyes closed and chin raised, the tendons in his neck stretching as he sunk further into a hazy lust.

Not finished yet, Blaine set about learning the topography of Kurt's torso and chest, his lips and tongue tracing each muscle, each line engraved in the skin. "I knew you would look like this," he breathed against Kurt, as he brushed his lower lip back and forth over the skin covering his ribs. Kurt shivered, savoring the feeling of the friction against his sensitive flesh. "Pale and hard, like you were carved out of marble—"

Kurt sloppily grabbed Blaine's hair and forced his head back until he was looking up. "If you say something about Mount Olympus and how my throbbing member should be gilded with gold I'm going to have to seriously rethink this whole thing."

Kurt loosened his grip and Blaine returned to his former position and smiled into Kurt's belly. "No, I'll leave that for the girls on the internet. I have very different plans for your 'throbbing member.'"

Kurt's laughter devolved into a groan as Blaine continued his lick-by-lick excursion, stopping at his right nipple and flicking it with his tongue before catching it between his teeth and tugging lightly. Kurt growled at the movement and placed his hands on Blaine's shoulders, pushing him back slightly.

Blaine pouted at being denied the rest of his exploration, but his pout turned into a smile when Kurt pulled him up and took his hand, leading him towards the master bedroom.

Though no one else was in the house, Kurt still shut the bedroom door, the instinct for privacy winning out over common sense. He stripped the comforter from the bed and sat on the edge, holding both hands out to Blaine. After stopping a second to kick his shoes off, Blaine joined him, sliding one knee onto the mattress next to him and propping himself up with a hand of either side of Kurt's hips as he leaned in for another kiss.

Needing to finally take some action himself, Kurt turned slightly and pushed on Blaine's shoulders until he was laying spread out on the mattress. Kurt followed him down, lying diagonally across his body. As it so often was with Kurt, he became lost in the textures: the smoothness of skin, the roughness of stubble, the flexing of muscle beneath skin, the feeling of goose bumps against his tongue, eyelashes against his lips. He raised an eyebrow teasingly and ran a hand lightly up Blaine's side, laughing as Blaine twitched as his fingers tickled the sensitive flesh. "I've wanted to do this for two months," he said, bringing his hand beneath him slightly to palm Blaine's hardened cock. "It's been a while, though. I hope I remember where everything goes."

Blaine panted at the touch, his breath coming in puffs timed with the back-and-forth flicking of Kurt's thumb. "Somehow I don't think that'll be a problem, but we can start with the easy stuff, just in case."

The next moments were a blur of clothes flying and kisses placed on newly uncovered areas and suddenly they were both naked and Kurt was again covering Blaine with his body. He slid upward until their cocks slotted together perfectly and they both gasped out loud as pleasure sparked up their bodies. They lay stunned for a moment, then Kurt kissed Blaine deeply and he set up a lazy rocking motion.

Kurt was floating on a cloud of pleasure, surprised, yet not really, at the connection between them, how the pleasure he saw in Blaine's eyes and could feel in the tremors that racked his body, were augmenting his own. Nothing he had imagined had come close to the reality of being with Blaine like this, no fantasy could have prepared him for the combination of their obvious physical chemistry paired with the intellectual and emotional connection that had been strengthening between them over the past several months.

His movements grew a little faster and the need for a little lubrication became difficult to ignore, so he rose up on his knees and reached into a bedside drawer, drawing out a small bottle. He poured some of the liquid onto his hand and returned to Blaine with a sultry smile. He reached down to coat them both with the lube and Blaine yelped at the cold.

"I'm sorry," Kurt smiled into a kiss, nipping at Blaine's lips and reaching down to rub his cock quickly and firmly. "I should have warmed that up first."

"I don't know, I kind of like how you're warming it up now better," Blaine quipped as he returned the favor and gripped Kurt's dick in one hand.

They lay there for a moment, hands crossed between them as they explored each other with their eyes and hands. Kurt grasped Blaine tightly in his fist, realizing with a thrill that Blaine was endowed with a beautiful pink cock that was longer and thicker than average. Kurt knew he was no slouch in that area either and his mind raced with the possibilities.

Finally, the sensations got to be too much and they needed more. Kurt rolled back over Blaine and they sighed simultaneously as their cocks fitted together like two puzzle pieces, trapped between their writhing bodies. Kurt began a rocking motion again, this time harder and faster than before. Their kisses became desperate as their movements grew wilder. Blaine's arms were wrapped around Kurt's waist, his hands pressing on his back, pushing their bodies together until nothing existed between them. Kurt reached out and grabbed the sheets as an anchor to reality, clenching them in his fists against the pleasure surging through his body.

Kurt felt the familiar tightening low in his belly as his orgasm approached and he fought against it, not wanting the moment to end. He felt Blaine's toes curl against his and knew that he was reaching the finishing line also. Blaine ripped his lips from Kurt's and dug his face into his neck as he came, the soft gasps and hitching breaths echoing through the room. Seconds later Kurt followed him over the edge with a cry, burying his lips in Blaine's hair and digging his hands into the muscles of Blaine's back.

As their breathing returned to normal and their bodies cooled, Kurt pressed his head closer, laying his cheek on Blaine's chest. He felt more relaxed, more comfortable and at peace with himself than he had in months, possibly years, and let the calm wash over him. He squeaked a bit as Blaine gently rolled over, taking him with him. Blaine looked down on him with a contented smile that caused an answering jolt from somewhere deep in his chest.

Blaine kissed his nose and lifted himself off of the bed. He disappeared into the bathroom, returning seconds later with a warm washcloth that he silently used to clean both of them off with. He tossed the cloth to the side and pulled the comforter back onto the bed before climbing in and covering them both. Kurt snuggled up next to him, enjoyment at being the little spoon radiating from every pore. He gave a deep sigh and wiggled until he found the perfect spot then drifted off to sleep, sure that Blaine would soon follow.