Who wants to see a Kurt Hummel/Blaine Anderson sex tape? Kurt's people are denying that such a tape exists, but someone is claiming to have such a recording, which is said to be steamy and kinky and will change our view of the up until now clean-cut star. If the tape does prove to be legit, how long do you think it will be before the sexy couple is claiming the "private" video was "stolen"? It seems unlikely that the tape is really of the famous couple, but even if it just features look-alikes, go ahead and sign us up for a copy. — TheGossipShop, November 29th, 2018

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By the time they got back home after the fitting Kurt had had just about enough. All afternoon Blaine had acted even more impersonally than he had in their first days together. There had been no smiles, no guiding hands on his back as they exited the car, nothing. Kurt was waiting in the living room, hands on hips and temper in a boil, when Blaine came in from the garage. "If you think you're impressing me with your cold shoulder act you'd better think again. I've witnessed more hissy fits, tantrums, and cold freezes than you can expect to see in your entire lifetime. I come from the theater, remember? If you've got something to say spit it out. Say it to my face."

"I'm just trying to keep things professional between us. I wouldn't want there to be any more misunderstandings," Blaine ground out.

"Mis…Oh god." The anger drained out of Kurt immediately, leaving behind an aching, empty hollow. "You heard me, didn't you? On the phone? Blaine, no…no, it wasn't…I didn't…" Kurt closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "I was scared. We went from zero to sex so quickly and didn't talk…it just seemed like maybe I seduced you into doing something you weren't ready for, you know? I really, really like you and I-I've played this game before and I've always lost. I'm not the one that gets the guy, gets the happy ending. And without you here today I somehow managed to convince myself that you don't feel the same way that I do, that I just made most of it up in my head and-and I just… I regretted what I said to Bev as soon as the words were out of my mouth, I swear. Please, I—" His words were cut off as Blaine stepped forward and gripped his arms above the elbow.

"You deserve every happy ending, Kurt. You're kind, opinionated, talented, judgmental, generous…" Blaine closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I just wish you had waited to talk to me. You were just so quick to throw this away, to dismiss what happened and when I heard you on the phone with Bev I… I guess it just reopened some old wounds."

Kurt's heart rose up in his throat at Blaine's words. He cupped Blaine's cheek in one hand while he cradled the back of his head with the other, playing with the fine hairs at the nape of his neck. "I'm so, so sorry. You don't understand how much." He tilted his head down and kissed Blaine softly, trying to convey in that one small gesture everything he was feeling. "You are the most wonderful man. I'm so lucky to have met you. It won't happen again, I swear." The second kiss was innocent enough at first, just lips pressing and arms embracing, but the heat slowly rose between them and their movements grew a little bolder.

Kurt licked against the seam of Blaine's lips, asking for entrance, and when Blaine granted him access, Kurt surged forward, kissing him with his whole body. Despite what had occurred between them the night before, Kurt still found that he was overcome with the sensations. He'd only been kidding when he'd told Blaine he hoped he remembered where everything went, but his joke only masked other real concerns. It wasn't that he didn't know the physical steps to take next; it was that his thought process was melting down along with his nerve endings and he was afraid he might devolve into a pre-verbal version of himself that was only able to communicate through grunts and groans of pleasure.

They'd only been kissing for a few minutes, but it was long enough for his body to become overwhelmed and his knees to begin to shake, threatening to give out and send him tumbling to the ground. He decided to avoid that potentially embarrassing situation and put a little pressure on Blaine's shoulders to move them both down to the living room floor, pushing the low-slung table aside to make more room. He settled in on top of Blaine (his new favorite spot in the world) and slipped a hand behind Blaine's neck to support his head as he drank Blaine in. His other hand began a wandering journey over Blaine's body, never staying still for very long as it rubbed at his chest and side. He inhaled sharply as Blaine tugged the tail of his shirt from his jeans and ran his hand up under his shirt and waistcoat, fingers gripping his bare skin. With his mouth and hands occupied, Kurt's cock was now screaming for attention, so he adjusted slightly to slide between Blaine's legs, his hips beginning a lazy movement that didn't satisfy, but at least took the edge off.

Blaine bent his legs and wrapped them around Kurt's hips, wedging them together tighter. He slid his hand underneath Kurt's waistband and pushed his ass downward, allowing for greater friction between them. As the frotting gained momentum, Kurt broke their kiss, pulling back just enough to see Blaine's face. They smiled and traded breathless laughs until their passion pulled them back together and they kissed again, still smiling. Their feet intertwined, their toes and heels digging into the carpet trying to find purchase to aid them in increasing the tempo of their movements.

Kurt cried out as Blaine tightened his legs and moved upwards in a particularly strong thrust. He enveloped Blaine in his arms, gripping his shoulders from the back in order to hold him securely, not wanting them to slip out of alignment. Suddenly the muted sensations of their bodies pressing against each other through their clothing wasn't enough, so Kurt let go and straightened up onto his knees. He finished unbuttoning his waistcoat and peeled it off, folding it hastily before tossing it on the sofa. He stripped off his Henley and sent it flying as he dropped back down.

The giant smile on Blaine's face caused his eyes to narrow, crowded out by the apples of his cheeks. "Your penchant for dressing in layers might be a problem. I don't know if my patience is up to the challenge."

"I compromise my fashion choices for no one," Kurt warned. "Learn. To. Be. Creative," he punctuated each word with a kiss as he moved back to sit on his legs and brought Blaine up with him so that he was straddling Kurt's lap. He bunched the material of Blaine's shirt in his hands, scrunching his fingers until he'd pulled the shirt loose. He whipped it over Blaine's head and dropped it over his shoulder.

There was more kissing and laughing as the sheer joy in being together spilled out of them along with their whimpers of pleasure. Their hands were moving constantly, roaming over muscles, testing the softness of secret places newly discovered.

He nuzzled Blaine's neck and Blaine responded by angling his head back as Kurt sucked on his pulse point, laving his tongue over the light mark he left there. Blaine's eyes darkened at the motion and Kurt made a mental note for later. He had other plans in mind for now.

He tipped Blaine backwards again, laying him out on the carpet with his legs still around Kurt's hips, heels digging into his ass, pulling him as close as possible. Kurt shimmied free and began to place feather-light kisses as he made his way down Blaine's chest, his hands skimming over the light dusting of hair covering the smooth skin underneath. His hands touched denim and he paused. He tilted his head back slightly and looked up at Blaine from underneath his lashes. "Is this okay?"

"If you stop now I think I might cry," Blaine rasped, the fire in his eyes backing up his words.

Now that he had permission to proceed, Kurt tried to gather his courage around him. While blow jobs were what most of his sexual experiences had consisted of, he had never been very self-assured about his skills, having been coached a little too actively a few too many times. Plus, he hadn't had a lot of recent practice and if there was ever an activity where practice made perfect, this was it. It was not the time to let his lack of confidence show, though, so he gathered himself and reached for Blaine's belt, letting his anticipation rise to the surface to bury his trepidation.

He slid the leather free of the buckle and tugged on the end until the belt began to pull free from Blaine's jeans. Once he had the belt off entirely he grasped it in both hands and swung the end in the air in a wide circle, like a stripper might swing a removed glove. Blaine chuckled, but the sound was choked off as Kurt dropped the belt to the side and undid the buttons of his fly before sliding a hand down the front of his jeans and cupping him gently. He stopped for a moment to savor the sensation, enjoying the heat radiating off of Blaine, the growing hardness underneath his palm.

Kurt slipped his fingers into Blaine's belt loops and gave a hard tug, pulling his pants slowly downward inch-by-inch. He had planned to pull them off completely, but when he got them to Blaine's lower hips he looked down to see Blaine's cock, covered, but in no way hidden, by his underwear, framed by the opening in the pants, supported and thrust upwards for his viewing pleasure. Unable to help himself, Kurt leaned forward and kissed Blaine through his boxer-briefs. Blaine caught his breath and his erection pulsed correspondingly against Kurt's lips as it hardened even more.

That encouragement was all that Kurt needed, so he quickly finished divesting Blaine of his clothing and stretched out between his legs. He laid his cheek against Blaine's thigh and just breathed him in, the musky, but not unpleasant smell washing over him. He wanted to take his time and discover all the little things about Blaine that few people would ever know, like the neat way he kept his pubic hair groomed, the three moles that formed a triangle low on his hip, or the way his cock curved slightly to the right.

Kurt worked his hands up under Blaine's buttocks and began to massage lightly. He turned his head and placed a kiss on Blaine's thigh, enjoying the feeling of the muscle tensing beneath his lips. He drug he lips upwards towards the center of Blaine's body, skipping over his cock and moving down to the other thigh. Blaine wiggled a little, restless at the lack of attention where he wanted it most.

Finally, Kurt gave Blaine what he needed and placed a kiss directly on the head of his erection, letting his lips linger. He proceeded to drop open-mouthed wet kisses down the entire length, stopping when he reached the base and continuing back up the other side. He then returned to the head, which was glistening and pink in the soft light of the living room. Kurt took a deep breath to calm himself once again, then moved forward. He sucked the head in tentatively, not too deep at first, just manipulating the tip with his tongue. He pulled one hand out from under Blaine's ass to take a hold of his balls, gripping them lightly and squeezing just the tiniest bit. Blaine, who had been relatively quiet until then, groaned and reached out to grab the carpet with both hands.

Kurt took him in a little deeper, his confidence buoyed by how much Blaine was obviously enjoying his efforts. He moved a touch too fast and erratically, not quite able to maintain an even rhythm. He backed off for a second before trying again, this time attempting to keep his enthusiasm under control. He soon forgot to concentrate on the mechanics of what he was doing as his mind latched onto the information coming in through his senses: the weight of Blaine's cock on his tongue, the texture of the skin as it moved in and out of his mouth, the salty and slightly bitter taste mixed with sweat, the sound of the little gasps and hitches that Blaine was making.

Kurt began to experiment, trying different things to see what Blaine responded to most, reaching out with his senses to help him understand when he had done something Blaine particularly liked. As he licked and stroked and massaged he felt the clenching of Blaine's ass and the tightening of his balls against his hands, heard the moans and mews that escaped when he did something unexpected.

Kurt pulled off to take a breath, panting a bit as he considered his next move. He licked at the head like a lollipop before nibbling down the side with his lips. When he reached the base he opened his mouth a little wider and sucked one of Blaine's balls in, tickling it with his tongue. Blaine jerked and grabbed ahold of Kurt's hair with one hand. Kurt smiled despite his mouthful; Blaine had obviously liked that move (go him!).

The other ball received the same attention, while at the same time Kurt slowly worked Blaine's cock back and forth with his hand, not gripping too tightly, since they didn't have any lube with them. Blaine was really making a lot of noise now, gasping and crying out and making little sounds of encouragement that sent a pulse straight to Kurt's own erection. He felt Blaine let go of his hair and looked up to find him sweating, his hair curling, cheeks pink with effort, as he strained to lift his head up to watch Kurt at work.

Kurt lifted up a finger to pause things and shuffled over to the sofa on his knees to grab a pillow, which he carefully placed under Blaine's head. He took the opportunity to kiss him gently and Blaine smiled up at him, his eyes dazed. Before Kurt returned to his previous position he grabbed a soft, furry blanket off a chair. He folded it several times and laid it down on the floor, kneeling on it before bending over Blaine, hands gripping his hips. This time he could feel Blaine's eyes on him as he watched from his new raised vantage point.

He balanced himself on his left elbow as he lifted Blaine's cock up with one finger, raising it straight up to his mouth. He engulfed the end slowly, letting the heat and moisture from his mouth seep into Blaine's skin. Now that he was less nervous, he was successful in maintaining a fast, steady tempo. He still wasn't able to pull Blaine in as deep as he'd like (how awful would it be to break the mood by gagging?), but Blaine wasn't complaining at all as he quivered beneath his touch and struggled to keep his eyes open.

Ignoring the throbbing of his own hard dick and the ache in his jaw, Kurt worked until he sensed a change in Blaine's body. His hips were moving in tiny uncontrolled thrusts and a hand had returned to Kurt's hair, clutching and releasing as tremors racked his body. Wanting to give Blaine what he needed, Kurt redoubled his efforts, sucking harder and working the part of his erection that he couldn't fit in his mouth with his hand.

"God, Kurt…I'm gonna come," Blaine choked out as his fingers twitched once again.

This was normally the time when Kurt would pull away and finish off the job with his hand, but he felt the sudden desire to stay with Blaine until the end (and not just because it would make clean-up a lot easier). He wanted to taste all that Blaine had to offer, to feel the moment of completion with Blaine still inside him. He leaned down further and took Blaine in a little bit deeper as he moved his hands down to clasp his balls again.

He felt Blaine shiver beneath his hands as he toppled over the edge. He grew even larger in Kurt's mouth for a moment and then exploded. Kurt could feel the contractions in his balls as burst after burst of come flooded his mouth. He pulled off and swallowed before pulling the head of Blaine's cock back in. He massaged it gently with his lips, helping Blaine through the tremors still wracking his body. Finally, Blaine's body stilled and his head lolled to the side. Kurt quietly let the slowly softening cock slip from his lips and it sank back against Blaine's stomach.

Kurt kissed his way back up Blaine's body and rested his chin on his chest, still unfilled himself, but finding that he didn't care that much. It had been incredible to see Blaine fall apart under his hands and mouth. It made him feel powerful and desirable. He started a bit when Blaine grasped his head with both hands and pulled him in for a hard kiss before collapsing back on the floor. Kurt rested on top of him, happy to revel in what had just happened.

It took a few moments for Blaine to recover and then Kurt suddenly found himself on his back not knowing exactly how he got there. It must be some type of martial arts move he hadn't learned yet. He absentmindedly thought about getting Blaine to teach him the move, even though he wasn't sure it was something Northstar would ever use (at least on camera). Kurt laughed at the thought of including a demonstration of that flip in his audition. Blaine glanced up for a moment at the sound, but didn't let it distract him from the kisses he was laying on Kurt's neck.

Kurt could feel warmth radiating from each spot that Blaine touched, the imprint of his mouth burned into this skin. He tipped his head back, making room for Blaine to come up the side near his ear in what was quickly becoming a familiar move. He slid a hand up to caress Blaine's cheek and hold him closer.

Suddenly Blaine's weight was gone and Kurt blinked heavily to find him kneeling at his side, making quick work of removing his pants and underwear. Kurt gave him an approving look when he folded the jeans carefully and placed them on the chair. Blaine then pulled Kurt to his feet. He draped the soft blanket over the sofa and moved Kurt backwards until his knees hit the cushion and he sat down. Kurt expected Blaine to follow him down, but instead he walked over to the entryway table, leaving Kurt feeling a little exposed at being left there alone and naked. Blaine returned in seconds with a small paper bag that Kurt had seen earlier. He reached in and pulled out a small bottle of lube. "I stopped at the store earlier," he said with a mischievous smile as he poured some of the liquid into his palm.

Blaine sat beside him on the couch and used his non-lubed up hand to tug Kurt over so that he was straddling Blaine's legs. Kurt moved to sit down on his lap, but Blaine urged him to stay up on his knees. He grabbed Kurt's hips with one hand and reach out with the lubed hand to take a hold of his erection, which had softened slightly, but now came roaring back to full hardness.

Blaine bent forward and guided Kurt's cock to his mouth, swallowing him half-way down immediately. He held Kurt's balls in his hand and squeezed lightly each time he took Kurt in deeper.

To Kurt it seemed like the sound had been removed from the world for a moment before it all came rushing back in, like in an action movie when a nuclear bomb goes off. It was as if his entire being, all his consciousness, had focused in on just those parts of his body that Blaine was touching, as if no other part of him existed.

Kurt could feel the pressure growing faster than he would have like and searched for a way to make the experience last a while longer. He tried to take his mind off of the pleasure that was radiating out to every fiber in his body and instead tried to think clinically about what Blaine was doing. He noted absently that Blaine had a different style from his own, using his hand more than Kurt had, gripping the lower part of his erection tightly, working it in tandem with his mouth so that no part of him went untouched. He used his mouth differently too; he was more languid in his movements and was moving up and down in an even tempo while alternating the depths to which he pulled Kurt in — deep, then shallow, then deep again. Kurt felt Blaine's tongue run along the edge of the head of his cock and gave a jerk. Blaine groaned and tightened his grip on Kurt's hip at the movement, driving him forward, deeper into the warm cavern of his mouth.

It seemed for a moment like Blaine's hands were everywhere, digging into his hips, running up his back, stroking him with just the right amount of pressure. Kurt floated in a haze of pleasure, the sense of being wanted, of being treasured filling every molecule. All too soon he felt the tightening deep in the pit of his stomach, warning him that he wouldn't last much longer. He gripped Blaine's shoulders tighter with his hands, digging his fingers into the hard muscles there. "You take my breath away. I knew it would be like this," he sighed, his eyes unfocused and cheeks flushed. Blaine responded by sucking him in harder and deeper, but not faster. He maintained the same rhythm, edging Kurt closer and closer to the bright light that was hovering just beyond his reach.

He came harder than he could ever remember coming, his cock jerking violently in Blaine's mouth as his passions overwhelmed him. He could feel Blaine swallowing around him as the convulsions shook his entire body. Blaine brought him down slowly, licking and mouthing at him until his legs gave out beneath him and he sunk backwards, his cock slipping out of Blaine's mouth. He collapsed, boneless, against Blaine's chest, resting his head on his shoulder. He felt Blaine smile against his head and watched as he intertwined their fingers together, measuring Kurt's fingers with his.

They stayed like that for several minutes while their overheated bodies cooled.

Finally, Blaine stirred. "We did it again," he whispered against Kurt's hair.

Kurt grinned into Blaine's shoulder. "Yes, and it was glorious."

Blaine pulled back a little, dislodging Kurt slightly. "No, I mean we fell into bed again without talking."

"Okay, let's talk." Kurt scooted off of Blaine's lap and sat on the sofa next to him, flipping the edge of the blanket over both their laps to reduce the possibility for distraction.

"This isn't just a one time — or two times now, I guess — thing for me and I'm hoping it isn't for you either." Blaine toyed with the hem of the blanket, worrying the fabric back-and-forth between his fingers.

Kurt shook his head firmly and grabbed Blaine's hand. "No! No, for me neither. I want…I want so much. I want us to be together, not just to fool the press, but for real. You are the most amazing man I've ever met and I'm so sorry that I made you doubt me, doubt us."

"We should do this right," Blaine smiled earnestly as he squeezed Kurt's hand. "I think we skipped several steps somewhere along the way, so…Kurt Hummel, would you please go out on a date with me?"

"Well, kind sir, I'd like that very much." Kurt leaned forward, hoping that Blaine would meet him in the middle for a kiss.

When their lips met, Kurt threw his arms around Blaine's shoulders and laughed into his mouth, happier than he'd felt in ages. He ignored the small voice that told him that they should talk more, that the injuries and insecurities uncovered that afternoon weren't so easily dismissed. It was too soon to mention the depths of his feelings, his hopes for the future. There would be time for all of that later.