"No. I want to go back to your house."

He knew what that meant. Well, in all actuality, he knew what he wanted it to mean. He was addicted to the boy in front of him. He was addicted to his mind, addicted to his voice, and hell was he addicted to his body. The expanse of creamy white skin that was his and only his. That primal need inside him fired up every time a small sigh would escape his perfectly pink lips. He had never loved like this before. That much was true. What was also true is he had never felt lust like this before. Now most would be quick to say that love and lust were too separate things. They'd be quick to ask if this was love, or just sexual desire. But for Blaine, lust and love went hand in hand. He didn't have one if he didn't have the other. And right now, at this point in his life, he most certainly had both. Kurt was his angle, his beautiful soul sent from Heaven to save him. Kurt was also his devil. His dark twisted demon that pulled this hot need from deep within him. That exactly what it was too. It was a need, driven by lust and love and want and sexual attraction.

"I really want you baby, I'm ready. I want all of you," Kurt had whispered in his ear, petting at his naked sides and trembling with want and nerves. Blaine was sure that those words would be the end of him, and the beginning of him all at the same time.

He had almost lost him, almost lost everything. All he could remember was drinking so much that he felt like the stars were falling. Blaine had never felt worse about anything in his entire life. He'd broken down and sobbed to Kurt the next day. He was so sure that Kurt was leaving him. Why wouldn't he? Blaine had screwed up beyond repair. He cried and begged this beautiful boy not to leave him. Kurt, ever loving, caring perfect Kurt, was immediately by his side holding him, rocking him through the tears, telling him he'd never leave him, that Blaine was his forever. He explained gently that all he wanted was to be able to fully remember every detail of their first time together. Kurt had whispered to Blaine that he was so very proud to be with him.

"Are you sure?" he asked. He'd always ask. Kurt was his one and only and he'd never do anything to hurt the love of his life. It wouldn't last for hours, and there would probably be some awkward moments and slipping hands. Blaine didn't know exactly how this experience would go, but he knew Kurt wanted romance and caring above anything else. All Blaine wanted was Kurt. All of Kurt, forever and a day and all the time after that.

"I've never been more sure of anything in my entire life," was the reply he received.

It was a cold November night. That kind of chilly day where when you walk outside you can see your breath and your nose turns red. Burt and Carole Hummel were wrapped up together on the sofa of their home excitedly chatting about how talented their sons were. The Andersons, on the other hand, were away on a business trip. As per usual. Sometimes Blaine resented his parents for not being around so much, but at times like this, he adored it. It allowed him and Kurt a soft bed, an empty house, and all the time in the world.

"I love you" was whispered softly over and over again. Time and time again by both of them as the fumbled with shaky hands. Blaine couldn't help himself. He was obsessed with Kurt. That crazy, wonderful, amazing obsessed that only a love struck fool can feel. He wanted this to last forever. He told Kurt that as he slipped off his pants and tight black boxers, leaving his pale angel naked below him.

"It will last forever silly. You're suck with me." Kurt replied.

Slow and steady. That's how Blaine made sure to do this. He wanted Kurt for always, and he wanted to make this experience everything Kurt could have ever dreamed about. He really didn't care about himself all that much. Sure he wanted his first time to be special, but if it was Kurt, it was special, and that's all that had ever mattered to him. .

Blaine slowly stretched his lover (that's what he was now, his lover) trembling at the tears that pricked Kurt's eyes at the pain. Blaine cried too. He hated seeing even a second of pain on his beauty's face. Kissing him softly and trying to make the pain go away, Kurt's cries of pain became more breathy, until they were cries of pleasure. Arching his back slightly, Kurt was now full on panting into Blaine's soft open mouth, his cries of pleasure saturating the otherwise empty house. He was losing control with ever brush of Blaine's fingers, with every caress of Blaine's tongue. Blaine himself was aching. He's never felt this intense arousal before. The thick heavy arousal that only another person can bring you. He shifted slightly, his cock rubbing at the crease of Kurt's thigh. That was the moment that Kurt lost all control he had, and Blaine had never felt more accomplished in his entire life than in the moment that he shifted and ground down on Kurt making him him buck up with a little less control and plead "Now, please baby now".

Blaine tried to slick himself up. He wanted to do this right with no fear what so ever, but honestly he couldn't. His hands were shook so hard with the onslaught of emotion he was feeling. He felt so much love, arousal, and need, but on top of that he was so nervous. He wanted this to be perfect. Kurt noticed his shaking hands and misplaced shallow breathing of course, Kurt always noticed. Taking the bottle from Blaine, kissing him softly, Kurt caressed Blaine with the oil, promising him that he would love everything Blaine did, no matter what. Unless he like screamed out Rachel's name. That he would so not be okay with. Blaine chuckled a little less nervously. Leave it to his Kurt to diffuse the tension with his wit and comedy. Finally they were ready.

As Blaine pushed slowly into Kurt, trying to make it as pain free as he could, he kept a mantra of "I love you I love you I love you" falling from his lips. He was finally all the way in. Kurt's long legs wrapped around his back and begged him to move. Slowly thrusting, the tears were back in both of their eyes. They were different this time; they weren't because they were nervous or scared. They were tears of joy, because this felt so right. This is what they both wanted for the rest of their lives. To be so insanely connected to one another that they could feel the other inside them.

"There," Kurt had gasped when Blaine shifted his position slightly.

"Yeah?" Blaine asked him, his hips snapping a little harder.

"Fuck, yeah yes," Kurt whined from the back of his throat, fucking his hips up so that his cock dragged harshly against Blaine's abdomen.

Their thrusts became more erratic, as did their breathing. Sliding his hand down between them, Blaine pumped Kurt in time with his thrusts the best he could. Soon after he began, Kurt was flexing around him and coming, long pearly white ropes between them. It was the most beautiful thing Blaine had ever seen, and it was what brought him over the edge. Seeing stars and calling each other's names was how they fell over the edge, panting and tingling from the aftershocks.

After they had come down from their highs and Blaine had pulled out with a hiss. He immediately gathered Kurt into his arms. He kissed him gently, and nuzzled his neck.

"I'm so in love with you." Blaine whispered.

"And I, you" Kurt replied.

And with that they knew it didn't matter. Sebastian didn't matter, their insecurities didn't matter. All that matter was they were together, and they would be, forever and a day.

It didn't matter that it was a freezing night in the middle of November.

They had started a fire. One that would never be put out.