Tonight was a sort of celebration. Six months ago today, he’d given Blaine the note. Oh, and how trying the first months and a had had been!  Kurt had been a nervous wreck... he wasn’t just risking his career, he was risking his future for this. If he was found out, he would be stamped with the title “PEDOPHILE”. No school would ever want him. So there had to be rules. It was a necessary evil.

• No staying over. The last thing Kurt needed was a minor spotted sneaking out of his house at the crack of dawn.
• Nothing less than completely professional behaviour at school. No hanging around his door or in the classroom for anything that wasn’t a legitimate homework question, because anything else was a lie and if they were both asked separately, they wouldn’t be able to collaborate and they’d look guilty. And that would cause trouble.
• Fake names in the cell phones. If someone went through their texts, it had to look innocent and harmless... not like a teacher was inviting a student over and having sex with him after school. So Kurt had been listed under ‘Todd’, and Blaine was listed as ‘Melissa’. Just to be safe. None of the faculty even knew Kurt was gay.
  And the most important rule?
• NEVER be seen together in public. The rumor mill in Lima didn’t take much to start turning, and it never took long to get the rumor from one end of town to the other.

With these rules in place, Kurt had began to relax. Slowly but surely, it felt a little less... awful and creepy with each encounter, and a little more... perfect. He’d begun to get comfortable in the role he’d cast himself into.

A vibration and the sound of his ringtone snapped Kurt from his reverie, and he picked up the phone to read the message.
‘Need anything?’
‘Bring some french bread, if you don’t mind’

He set his phone down and went back to the task at hand... cooking. He’d invited Blaine over tonight, and he was going to surprise him with dinner. Among other things. He’d baked a nice seafood penne, and he’d bought some nice white wine, set up his table all pretty and his house was even cleaner than usual.

It was about ten minutes later when there was a knock on his back door, and Kurt thanked the lord once again for high fences and back alleys. Blaine knew where the back gate was, and that was how he came and went each and every time. It was nice, really. Kurt opened the door with a little smile and ushered him in.

“It smells amazing in here!” Blaine exclaimed with a big grin, handing Kurt a grocery bag. With a smile, Kurt took it and pulled out a loaf of brown bread. A frown crossed his features until he turned it over. He spotted the cliche ‘french painter’ moustache and a beret coloured onto the bag in sharpie. “I couldn’t find french bread.” Blaine admitted when the Kurt had stopped laughing.

“Ugh,” Kurt wiped his eyes and set the bread on the fridge, so Benji couldn’t eat it, pulling Blaine in for a hug. “that was brilliant.” He murmured.

“I pride myself on my sense of humor.” Blaine grinned, kissing Kurt’s neck and looking around the kitchen. “Kurt you... you made me food?” He asked, brown eyes wide with happiness.

“It’s been six months. I thought I’d do something special.” Kurt admitted, shrugging as he broke the hug. “And by special, I obviously meant feed a minor alcohol.”

“Wonderful!” Blaine grinned. “How can I help?”

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Dinner went well; they talked about everything other than school, they finished the bottle of wine, they ate until they were full... it was great.

But nothing could have prepared Blaine for what came next. Kurt led him to the bedroom, like usual. But they didn’t stop. Instead, Kurt pulled him into the ensuite bathroom, where moments ago, Kurt had snuck off to to draw up a bath. Now, the clawfoot bathtub was full of water and bubbles and scented oils. There was candles everywhere, the lights turned off to set the mood. From an iPod dock on the counter, the soft sounds of an orchestra played.

“Kurt...” Blaine looked at him with a look that said something along the lines of ‘I’m the happiest I’ve ever been’ (or maybe Kurt was being a hopeless romantic. He couldn’t read minds, after all), and their lips crashed together.

Shirts were unbuttoned hastily (though no buttons were popped off. They are men of decency, after all), and pushed off of shoulders, pants unbuttoned, forced down, kicked aside. Boxers (and boxer briefs) pushed down and out of the way. Socks, bow ties, shoes, all abandoned on Kurt’s bathroom floor. Carefully, so as not to slip, Kurt climbed into the tub, leading Blaine in by the hand. When they were seated, Blaine between Kurt’s legs, their lips met again, but all of the frantic desire seemed to have calmed, boiled down to a gentle passion.

Beneath the water, Kurt’s hands roamed down Blaine’s torso, fluttering like butterflies over his skin before finally landing on his erection. The gentle hiss that he elicited from Blaine’s lips made a teasing grin flit across his own kiss swollen lips.

Until Blaine’s hands found his own length between them, that is. A soft sigh escaped him, and with that, he moved so he was on his knees, stooping a little to kiss the younger male, pulling the brunette’s face as close as he could get, nipping his bottom lip. Blaine couldn’t do much more than whimper. The bubbles and the smells (and not to mention the half a bottle of wine) all making him feel light headed and loose. He let Kurt move him, turn him so that his back was against Kurt’s chest. And then he was being gently bent over, his hands and arms landing on the lip of the tub.

Kurt grinned a little, his fingers running down Blaine’s back, landing on his hips as he bent over Blaine so his lips were right against the shell of his ear. “What do you want, Blaine?” He asked gently, lips and breath ghosting over the teen’s skin. He felt the shiver run down Blaine’s spine, he felt the other move, press against Kurt.

“You.” Blaine whimpered.

Kurt didn’t need any more hints. He reached over to the counter by the tub, pulling out a small bottle of lube. The water would help, but this was meant to go smoothly, painlessly. It wasn’t like it was their first time, but it wasn’t like it was their six hundredth. There hadn’t been sex for the first two months. Messing around, hand jobs... but not penetrative sex. This was only their fourth or fifth time, really. He squirted a liberal amount of lube into his hand, coating himself with it before running his fingers over Blaine’s entrance. “God, you’re gorgeous.” 

Blaine let out a breathy laugh and hid his face. How had he ever gotten so lucky? It wasn’t  like Kurt was old. This was his second year teaching, and he’d started young. He had yet to worm his age out of the teacher, but he knew he couldn’t be much older than twenty six. This wasn’t like a twenty year difference. Kurt still looked amazing. “You’re just flattering me.” He breathed, moaning slightly as Kurt pushed a finger into him, sighing happily.
He was excited for this.

“You know me,” Kurt teased right back, and worked the finger for a moment before adding a second one, relishing in each and every sound that Blaine made in pleasure. When he knew the other was sufficiently worked, he removed his fingers, grinning at the gentle whine at the loss of his touch. “You’re adorable when you pout,” He breathed, and lined himself up.

“Shut up.” Blaine laughed a little, and wiggled his hips in anticipation. “Come on... Mr. Hummel.”

Kurt grinned a little, and pushed into his pupil, his hands gripping the boy’s hips as he started up a gentle rhythm, his heart beating a brand into his ribcage. Why was it so hot when Blaine called him Mr. Hummel. Didn’t that make him a pervert?
Right now he didn’t care.

Blaine started rocking against Kurt in time, gentle moans escaping his lips every now and then, his breathing getting light, soft like puffs of smoke. And Kurt kept going faster. A little deeper. A little harder. He groaned lightly, and he knew when he’d achieved his goal. He’d hit the little gland he’d been aiming for all along. He knew he’d hit it because Blaine gasped and his whole body tensed around Kurt’s length, and the sweetest groan escaped his lips. They rocked together like that, Kurt continuing to hit that spot as often as he could, their nerves on fire, skin feeling burnt where it made contact with the others.

When Blaine’s hand snaked down in an attempt to work himself, Kurt smacked it away gently, one of his own hands moving from Blaine’s hip to work him in time with his thrusts, his breathing heavy, a coat of sweat covering his skin, hands shaking, tension building. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, it wasn’t possible, Blaine was just so sweet.

With each tug of Kurt’s hand, each thrust of his hips, Blaine grew closer. And when the spring in his stomach felt like it couldn’t be pulled any tighter, he gasped, every muscle in his body tightening as he released in a sticky mess into the water, onto his own chest, all over Kurt’s hand, “Ah, ah fuck! K-Kurt!” He gasped.

It was all too much, Blaine’s velvet heat tightening around him, gasping his name. Kurt exploded into the other, groaning a deep, throaty sound from somewhere deep inside of him as he rode out his orgasm, gripping Blaine’s hips so tight that he was sure to leave faint bruises there for a day or so.

He finally pulled out and lay against Blaine’s back, wrapping his arms around him, gasping for air, chest absolutely heaving. They sunk into the water, holding onto each other, Blaine moving so that he was laying on top of Kurt, and when they could both breathe again, they cleaned themselves off.

“I love you.” The words left Blaine’s mouth without him even thinking about it as he stepped out of the tub.
Kurt stopped in the middle of getting up.
They hadn’t said that to each other yet.

He stared at Blaine for a moment before he could speak, “What?” It wasn’t a mean what. It wasn’t an angry what. It was a surprised what, the result of being caught off guard.  

“I... I ah... n-nothing.” Blaine offered, pulling his boxers on, grabbing his clothes, folding them over his arm. Kurt got out of the tub, pulling the drain, and grabbing a towel, wrapping it around his waist. He grabbed his clothes and walked into his bedroom, beckoning for Blaine to follow. He deposited the dirty clothes into the hamper.

“Lay down with me.” Kurt murmured, pulling on a clean pair of boxer briefs, climbing into his bed. Blaine looked at him for a moment, face bright red. He set his clothes down on the dresser and crawled under the covers, into Kurt’s arms. “Sorry.” Blaine mumbled, feeling stupid and awkward.

“Shut up.” Kurt replied gently, wrapping his arms around Blaine and holding him tight. It was a good half an hour later, both of them dancing on the edge of sleep when the words sneaked out of Kurt’s lips. “I love you too.”

And they fell asleep, Blaine with a small smile on his lips.