Kurt lowered the dildo and looked up at Blaine's face. The dark-haired boy was blushing and scrunching up his face, looking anywhere but at Kurt.

"Blaine? What do you think? Am I making progress?" Kurt's voice had a flirty lilt to it, amused and delighted by Blaine's reaction. However, Kurt reminded himself not to read too much into it. Blaine was turned on, but that didn't mean he had actual feelings for Kurt. He pushed those thoughts aside and decided to enjoy what he could get out if it.

Blaine cleared his throat and spoke brusquely. "Yes. Progress. Definitely. A-plus. What time is it? I really should get going." Blaine brushed his hands across his pants, smoothing over the fabric, but made no move to stand quite yet. He had to wait a moment for that.

"It's still early," Kurt replied, batting his eyelashes,"...you've stayed a lot later than this before." Kurt was surprising himself with his ability to play coy. "Besides, there was something else I wanted to try."

"You are really... really... you don't need any more practice, Kurt, believe me. But you could practice on your own if you really wanted to. I should go..."

"Not this, I can't. I need you, Blaine. Your help, I mean." Kurt blushed and struggled with his nerves before continuing. "You said you'd help me... and you might enjoy it, too..." Kurt did his best to add a seductive purr to his words.

Blaine gulped, transfixed by the look in Kurt's eyes. He had a feeling they were about to approach a line that he had decided not to cross.

Kurt paused and looked away for a moment. He knew what he wanted, but he didn't know how to ask for it. He settled down cross-legged and decided to try coming at the issue from the side.

"Can I ask you a question?" Kurt said, peering at Blaine. "You said you've never had a boyfriend before, but you've done... things... before, with boys. Right?"

"Some things, yes." Blaine replied. "There was a boy I met at Dalton. He's not in the Warblers," he added quickly in response to Kurt's questioning look. "We went on a couple of dates and made out in his car a few times. There was some 'heavy petting' but it never got very far because we were in public and I didn't want to be indiscreet."

"What happened? You said there 'was' a boy, not there 'is' a boy," Kurt said tentatively, not certain he wanted to know the answer.

"There just... wasn't a spark. I gave him a chance because, let's face it, there aren't that many gay guys to choose from, even at Dalton. But it was never going to last, and I broke it off." Blaine was examining his hands intently as he spoke. There was more to say, but Blaine didn't have the nerve to finish the thought.

Kurt withered at Blaine's words, and considered abandoning his plan altogether. Even if Blaine agreed to help him with his "practice," Kurt didn't want to be another guy who got "a chance" from Blaine just because it was convenient.

Kurt's heart melted a little as he looked at his best friend, who was still looking his own hands. Kurt took advantage of Blaine's distraction and let his eyes rake over the handsome lines of Blaine's face and his full, pink lips. The corners of his mouth were turned down slightly. Kurt longed to kiss him, hard enough to wipe the frown off of his face.

At that moment, Blaine finally looked back. Kurt gasped softly at the intense, lustful look in his eyes. Blaine took his breath away, and Kurt decided that it was worth throwing himself around... just this once.

“I honestly wasn't expecting that," Kurt broke the silence. "The way you talk, the way you act, I thought for sure that you were much more experienced." Kurt's heart was thrumming in his chest, his eyes locked onto Blaine's. He wanted to look away in embarrassment but he was frozen in place and time as he forced the words out. "...But you can still help me... you don't need experience to be able to tell me what feels good."

Blaine blinked and smiled in confusion as he processed the words. "Wait, what? Are you... are you suggesting..."

“This is the next logical step,” Kurt argued. “Practicing on a dildo just isn't the same as doing it to an actual person.”

“Kurt, you're my best friend, we can't!”

"Please, Blaine?" Kurt said, blinking slowly up at Blaine through his lashes. "Just let me try it once. You've been so much help but I really want to finish the lesson. Pretty please?"

Blaine let his held breath out in a whoosh. “Okay.”

Kurt's heart surged with joy, and he eagerly leaned forward and went straight for Blaine's zipper. His fingers fumbled with the button at the top as he undid Blaine's pants, then his hands hovered nervously over the patch of exposed underwear. Kurt badly wanted to reach inside and take Blaine's hardness into his hands, but he had to wrestle with his nerves first.

"Would it be better for you to stay seated or to lie back?" Kurt asked, chewing his lip and stalling.

"I want to watch you... I mean, I need to be able to watch you do it, right? So, sitting, but let me just..." Blaine stood up quickly and pushed his pants and underwear down to his ankles before sitting back down on the edge of the bed.

Kurt was suddenly confronted with the sight of Blaine's erection, and he couldn't help but stare. “Blaine... you look... incredible.” Kurt winced at the sound of his voice. It was even higher than usual, but he couldn't help it.

“Do you have to stare like that?” Blaine asked meekly, his dick flagging slightly as anxiety coursed through his body.

“I'm sorry, I'm just freaking out a little,” Kurt said, rubbing his face. “But I still want to try!” he added, quickly.

“Okay,” Blaine said, closing his eyes to make it easier on both of them. “Just take it slowly, and start the way you did with the dildo.”

Kurt looked up at Blaine and bit his lip. Blaine looked super sexy with his eyes shut. Kurt felt a sudden surge of confidence, realizing that he had the upper hand at the moment. He had control over Blaine's reaction, over his pleasure, and despite his reluctant words the other boy seemed to want it just as badly as Kurt did. Remembering that made it easier to do what he did next.

Kurt leaned forward on his knees, sticking his tongue far out of his mouth, and haltingly lapped at the tip of Blaine's cock.

Blaine gasped and his cock twitched, brushing against Kurt's chin. Kurt giggled and wiped a bit of saliva and pre-come from his face, then dipped his finger into his mouth to taste the tangy substance.

Blaine blushed at the sight of Kurt tasting him. Some lines might be worth crossing, and he'd figure out the ramifications later. He put one hand on his erection to hold it steady.

Kurt moved in again and licked the slick, shiny head of Blaine's dick. This time, he slowly swirled his tongue in an attempt to capture every smeared drop of pre-come. Kurt whimpered happily at the taste.

Blaine's breath shuddered in his chest in response, and he gripped his cock tighter. Seeing his, Kurt slid his hand over Blaine's cock and wrapped his fingers in a ring, replacing Blaine's hand with his own. “Hold me a little tighter. Touch me the way you would yourself,” Blaine instructed.

Kurt tightened his fingers according to Blaine's instructions and gave an experimental stroke. Blaine threw his head back and moaned in response, much to Kurt's delight.

Kurt lapped at the head of Blaine's dick again to gather the pre-come that reappeared on the tip, then pursed his lips and pressed them down into a kiss that would have been chaste if it had been placed in a different spot.

Blaine groaned. “Are you trying to tease me?” he asked in a low, gravelly voice.

Kurt's eyes widened in response. He wasn't, but the idea was intriguing. “You want more?”

“Oh, god, yes, baby,” Blaine groaned again.

Kurt blushed anew at the unexpected use of a pet name. He reminded himself to grip firmly on Blaine's throbbing cock before starting again.

“Ohhh, Kurt, right there,” Blaine moaned. “Do more of what you were doing to the dildo. It looked so amazing and sexy. I need to feel it.”

Kurt paused to speak in between little licks. “Then why'd you tell me not to, before?”

Blaine spoke between gasps. “I didn't tell you no. I was just afraid to tell you yes.”

Kurt pondered the words as he took the handsome boy's erection fully into his mouth. He wanted to know more about why Blaine was afraid, but he also wanted to suck his brains out through his cock.

He sucked firmly until it filled his mouth, than began to massage his tongue along the underside. Blaine shuddered and panted as Kurt's tongue lashed against him. He put out his hands and threaded his fingers into Kurt's hair, stroking it back behind his ears. Thrilled at the tenderness of the touch, Kurt bobbed his head to take Blaine deeper, stroking him steadily.

Kurt could feel the blood pulsing through Blaine's cock under his lips, and he twisted his head to run his tongue over the veins and explore the sensation. Blaine moaned louder and pressed his fingertips into Kurt's scalp right at the moment he twisted.

Encouraged, Kurt paused and tried another twist. If anything, Blaine's reaction to that move was even more dramatic. With a few more twists and swirls, Kurt discovered that it was his slick lips twisting against the ridge of Blaine's dick that elicited the biggest reactions, so he began to do that nonstop, stroking enthusiastically at the same time.

“Slow down,” Blaine stuttered, stilling Kurt's head with his hands. “This is going to be over way too quickly if you keep that up,” Blaine said, panting to regain his breath. “Why don't you try doing the other stuff you did to the dildo... you know, straightening your throat?” Blaine's voice sounded adorably eager as he struggled to get himself back under control.

Kurt grinned with pride and obediently let go of Blaine's erection. He scooted closer to the floor so that he could tilt his chin up and straighten his throat, then took Blaine's hardness all the way into his mouth.

Kurt advanced on Blaine's cock by leaning into him, but quickly ran out of leverage. He waited, but Blaine did not attempt to press into his throat, instead opting to breathe deeply with closed eyes and a tense face.

Frustrated, Kurt wrapped his hands lightly around Blaine's hips, and attempted to impale himself on the cock in his throat.

Blaine's hips twitched involuntarily in response to the sudden rush of sensations, making Kurt gag and pull back. “I'm sorry!” he exclaimed. “Just give me a minute,” Kurt rasped.

“Do you want to stop?” Blaine asked, a worried look on his face.

“Of course not!” Kurt said. “But, you should hold my head this time. Like with the dildo.”

“I just don't want to get carried away,” Blaine said, frowning.

This time, Kurt was prepared for Blaine to move a little when Kurt sunk down on his cock, and Blaine tried harder to keep still. He tangled his fingers in Kurt's hair, still hesitating.

Kurt moved his hands over Blaine's and gave an encouraging tug, before bracing himself on the bed again. Blaine began to gently move his cock into Kurt's throat, still watching the other boy's face for signs of distress.

Kurt relaxed his throat and breathed like they had practiced, until his nose was buried in Blaine's pubic hair. Blaine moaned slowly, then began to thrust into Kurt's mouth.

Kurt felt overwhelmed by the pressure in his throat and the difficulty in breathing. However, he forced down his panic and focused on relaxing and enjoying what the act was doing to Blaine, because the dark-haired boy was clearly ecstatic.

“This is too fucking good. I'm not going to last,” Blaine said. He pressed Kurt's head back, pulling out of his mouth.

Kurt squeaked in protest and lunged for Blaine's cock again, only to be stopped by a hand on his shoulder. “I'm too close, stop,” Blaine said.

Kurt's eyes widened. He placed a hand in the center of Blaine's chest and pushed him down onto the bed, crawling on top of him and stroking his face. “No, I want to. I want to taste you,” he grinned.

Blaine relaxed in silent assent, running his fingers through his hair and folding his arms behind his head. Kurt impulsively pecked Blaine's chin with his lips, then dove onto his cock, sucking hard and stroking, cupping Blaine's balls in his free hand.

After a few more moments, Blaine's cock pulsed in Kurt's hand, and started to spurt inside his mouth. Kurt swallowed the warm substance in several gulps, wincing at the bitter, foreign flavor but oddly turned on by it as well. Kurt moaned, cleaning up the last drops from Blaine's cock and rutting into the mattress a few times in frustration, before catching himself and getting up from Blaine's lap.

Kurt sat back on his heels, wiping his mouth and watching his best friend. He tried to absorb what they'd just done. Some of Blaine's actions flashed through his mind: calling him “baby,” stroking his hair, and his tender concern when Kurt gagged.

Kurt decided that boys must get emotional and sappy when they got a blow job. His heart hurt for just a moment, before sighed sat on the bed next to a still-disheveled Blaine.

“Thank you for your assistance, Mr. Anderson. My theoretical future boyfriend will thank you as well.”

Blaine slowly turned his head to smile sleepily at Kurt, with sated eyes that caught the light and looked a thousand miles deep. He reached for Kurt's hand, resting on the bedspread. “How do I get an audition?” he mumbled.

“What's that, Blaine?” Kurt said distractedly, looking down at their intertwined fingers.

“I just... wish it were me. Why can't it be me?”