Chapter 4

“TONIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT, WE ARE YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUNG!!!!!!!”

Santana’s house was a wreck. Red cups strewn on the floor, lamps knocked over. And a huge group teenagers dancing and chatting, drunk out of their minds. News had spread about Santana’s party and not just the glee club had attended. Kids from all of McKinley’s social cliques were there and it was packed. Everyone was yelling and generally having a fun time. Santana had tried to keep things under control for about fifteen minutes, before giving up and yelling she was starting a game of strip poker in dining room.

This really was a whole new experience for Kurt. The sights, the smells. Even the loud thumping music seemed a little off. However, nothing could compare, in Kurt's mind, to what it smelled like. The stench of beer, body sweat, cologne, and cigarette smoke. His nose wrinkled. Normally, Kurt didn't attend parties like this. But, it was a special occasion. He was trying to impress Blaine by being a normal teenager. And this was what normal teenagers did, right?

Kurt pushed his way across Santana's living room. He was on his fourth drink and was on his way to being very drunk. The room was dark and only dimly lit by multi-colored Christmas lights hanging from the ceiling. He bumped into people and attempted to apologize, but stopped because there was no way they could here him over this noise. As Kurt maneuvered his way through the crowd, he spotted Sam and Mercedes dancing to the music as they stared into each other's eyes. He lowered his head, trying not to stare, but Mercedes grabbed him and twirled him around. Sam laughed as his girlfriend and Kurt started to bump hips in time to the music. Kurt threw his head back and laughed. He spied Finn and Puck jumping up and down, screaming the lyrics to fun.'s "We Are Young". Quinn and Artie were playing bartender whole Tina and Mike were in a chair in the corner, just surveying the scene. Kurt giggled. These were the days when he was really thankful for his friends, even if they drove him nuts sometimes. Their presence made him smile.

When he finally reached the other side of the room, he stopped and tried to compose himself. Kurt sighed and took a big sip of his rum and Coke. He was trying not seem as if he was waiting for Blaine to show up. He had attempted talking to other people at the party to take his mind off things, but he was preoccupied with worrying about what he’d do when Blaine got there. He’d never felt so anxious in his life. Trying not to seem eager, Kurt leaned against a wall and stared out at the party.

Rachel came wobbling over and spilled her half her drink on her arm as she attempted to pull Kurt in a one arm hug and rest her head on his bicep.

“I am sooooooo glad you told me to come tonight,” she slurred. She frowned as absentmindedly wiped her wet hand on the wall, causing her to trip a little. Kurt patted her on the cheek with a fond smile. He adored Rachel when she decided to drink, she was such an adorable lush.

“So,” Rachel said as her turned her flushed face up to look at him, “when’s your boyfriend going to get here?”. She grinned at him and wiggled her eyebrows.

Kurt’s face was as red as a Cheerios uniform. “He’s not my boyfriend. We’re just friends.”

“Still,” Rachel pouted, “you liiiiiike him!!”

Kurt wasn’t so sure he still liked drunk Rachel. She spent the next five minutes teasing him about Blaine as if he was a school girl. Kurt loved Rachel, but wasn’t too pleased with her stream of questions about Blaine, their relationship, and how Kurt felt about him. He knew she was just trying to be helpful and a good friend, but it just made him feel more nervous about actually talking to him. Kurt just tried to brush off her incessant questions as he looked for someone he could pawn her off to.

A loud bang echoed through the room. Finn had knocked off one of the standing lamp’s shades and was now using the base as a microphone. He jumped on the coffee table and started singing even louder.

“CARRRYYYYY ME HOOOOOOOOOME TONIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!!” Finn’s eye widened as his voice cracked during the last note. He looked around the room, making sure no one heard. His eyes fell on Rachel across the room and he gave her a dopey wave.

Rachel grinned and ran over to her boyfriend. She grabbed him off the table, and pulled him into a deep kiss. The two of them fell onto the couch and Rachel shrieked as Finn climbed on top of her, kissing her neck.

Kurt grimaced. He was glad to finally be rid of her, but had no intention of watching her make out with his step-brother. He didn't really like being involved at all with his friend's love/sex lives. It made him feel dirty. He wasn't experienced in the slightest, but it wasn't that his friend's PDA made him uncomfortable, he just didn't want to hear about it. He thought maybe it had to do with the fact he was uncomfortable with being so controlled with his sexuality.

As he wandered over to the kitchen, Kurt rubbed his forehead. His head had started to hurt. He decided it had nothing to do with the amount of alcohol he had ingested. His headache was from trying to keep calm. Where was Blaine? It was almost 11 o’clock. The party had been going on for three hours and he still hadn’t shown up. He still wasn’t sure what he was exactly going to say to Blaine when he came, but the anticipation was killing him. Kurt chewed on his lip. He was starting to worry himself into a tizzy.

“Don’t stress. He’ll show up.”

Suddenly, a pair of strong hands grabbed his hips. Kurt felt the heat of breath on his ear.

“Hey sexy.”

Kurt closed his eyes. He inhaled Blaine’s familiar scent and positioned his body closer, feeling Blaine’s dick pressed up against his thigh. Blaine started moving Kurt’s hips in time to the music, matching the rhythm with his his own hips. Kurt had never felt more erotic in his life.

Kurt swiveled around to face his dance partner. “I didn’t think you were going to show up,” he murmured.

“I felt like being fashionably late,” Blaine whispered back as he traced the outer shell of Kurt’s ear with his forefinger, still swaying to the music.

Kurt smiled. “Come on.” He grabbed Blaine’s hand and started pulling him out of the living room.

“BYE! Don’t forget to use protection!!!” Blaine smirked and Kurt rolled his eyes at Rachel’s loud sendoff as they stumbled up the stairs.

Kurt quickly pushed Blaine into an empty bedroom.

“Oh eager, are we?” Blaine chuckled as he raised his eyebrow. Kurt’s insides squirmed. “Well, Kurt, it’s now or never.”

“Look, I don’t know how to say this, Anderson. Um. I’m not sure what our relationship is and I’m probably only saying this because I’ve had too much to drink, but let’s cut the crap.”

Blaine crossed his arms and stared directly at Kurt with his ever intense hazel eyes. Kurt tried to avoid his gaze as he rambled on.

“I- I want to be with you. God, I must sound like a complete idiot. I think, no, I know that I want you and I’m pretty sure you want me too and this is probably like the biggest mistake of my entire life but I think that we should give it a go, because even though you are probably the most opposite kind of person than what I though I was looking for, I am into you and-”

Blaine cut him off by kissing him. Hard. Kurt’s eye widened and his whole body stiffened. But then, he relaxed into the kiss. They fell onto the bed with a soft thunk. Blaine’s lips were soft and tasted like mint gum. It was the closest thing Kurt could compare to heaven.

Blaine pulled away slowly. He propped himself up so he was hovering over Kurt’s body.

“Why’d you stop?” Kurt whispered, his face still inches away from Blaine’s.

“We don’t have to stop.” Blaine smiled and quickly began sucking at the pulse point on Kurt’s neck, “There’s more we could do.”

Kurt gave him a quizzical look. Blaine raised his eyebrow.

“Look, if it were up to me, I’d already be sucking you off right now.”

“NO! No, it’s not that I don’t... want that,” Kurt stammered, “It’s just that I’m not really used to this and I’d like to take it slow. If that’s ok with you.”

“Whatever you want babe...” Blaine smashed his lips into Kurt’s.

Blaine’s kiss was hungry. He pressed his tongue along Kurt’s teeth. Kurt let out a small whine. He ran his hand through Blaine’s curly hair, accidentally digging his fingernails into Blaine’s neck, Blaine sucked on Kurt’s bottom lip. Kurt’s brain went fuzzy. He let out a small gasp. His hips buck involuntarily. Blaine smiled cockily against Kurt’s now swollen lip.

Blaine began to unbutton Kurt’s shirt. As each button was unfastened, Blaine peppered hot, wet kisses along his abdomen. He looked up at Kurt’s angelic face and smiled.

“Tell me you’re turned on right now.”

“Blaine-”

“Say it!”

“I’m- I’m so turned on right now!” Kurt moaned as Blaine started sucking where his lower abs met his hips.

Blaine growled in approval and continued, licking and making wet noises that normally would have sent repulsed shivers up Kurt’s spine. Whenever any of his friends started talking about their sex lives, Kurt tuned them out, not wanting to give them the satisfaction that he cared about what they were telling him. But right here, right now, Kurt finally understood the hype.

Blaine traced the hem of Kurt’s low rise jeans, his calloused hands resting close to Kurt’s growing erection. Blaine buried his nose into Kurt’s zipper.

“Is this what you want?” inquired Blaine as he started tracing circles around the small metal button securing Kurt’s pants, “Are we really doing this?”

Kurt paused.

“I- well, I- Yes. Yes.” Kurt wasn’t really sure what he has just said. Logically, this was the dumbest thing Kurt had ever done. He knew nothing about Blaine. All he was doing was thinking with his dick and he wasn’t making the right choices. He was letting the alcohol go to his head. But then, this just felt right. And he had been aching for some carnal knowledge. He wasn’t going to be a virgin forever. He need to stop rationalizing.

Kurt kicked off his shoes and felt drunk with promiscuity as Blaine finished removing his jeans. This was the dirtiest thing he had ever done.

Blaine had his fingertips at the waistband of Kurt’s boxer briefs. He was so hard he though he was going to scream from the pain; he had never felt this horny in his life.

“There’s no turning back now, Hummel.” Blaine kissed the bulge in Kurt’s underwear and Kurt thought he was going to loose it right then. Kurt braced himself for what was coming next, he didn’t want to come too quickly.

The door opened with a bang.

“I don’t knowwww where Kurt is, but I’m sure he’s perfectly safe- Oh my god!”

Kurt heard Rachel before he saw her. She squealed so loud that Kurt thought the sound had reverberated though the room. He turned his beet red face to the door way and saw Finn and Rachel staring at him and Blaine, mouths open.

“Um, hi.” Kurt wanted to die right there.

Finn looked at the floor. “Uh, Rachel and I were thinking about walking home now and we were going to see if you wanted to leave but I guess you’re busy so, we’ll just leave you two alone and I’m going to walk away and find Puck. Goodbye now.” Finn shuffled away, leaving Rachel alone.

“Kurt, what where you planning on doing?? And with this hooligan? I knew you had a crush, but I never in my wildest dreams though you’d actually give this dirty creep everything!”

“Well, I think this is my cue to leave.” Kurt pushed Blaine away and picked up his pants and attempted to put them on without falling over. Blaine sat up at the edge of the bed.

“We should remember to lock the door next time, then we won’t get interrupted by your voyeuristic friends,” Blaine chuckled playfully.

Rachel’s eyes narrowed.

“Excuse me, but don’t you EVER think I’d find pleasure in watching you, you disgusting pig,” she shrieked, “Come one Kurt, we’re leaving!!”

Kurt gave Blaine an apologetic look as he grabbed his shoes while Rachel pulled him by the arm out of the room.

Blaine rested his hand behind his head and winked at Kurt as he turned the corner.

Rachel spent most of the walk home berating Kurt for even giving Blaine the time of day. Kurt wanted so badly to remind her of the week she spent dating Puck and how everyone had warned her about him, but she dated him anyway. But, he refrained. He’d rather have Rachel as his friend than no Rachel at all.

After making sure Rachel as secure in her house, he and Finn started the silent trek home. Kurt was thankful for Finn’s silence, he didn’t really want to discuss the fact he had just walked in on Kurt about receive a blow job. They weren’t their on the brother scale yet.

As they turned onto their street, Finn finally broke the silence.

“Dude, I don’t want to like butt into your private life, but if you need to talk about, uh, sex or anything like that, you know that I’m here for you. I guess.”

Kurt audibly winced.

“Look, this is always going to be an uncomfortable subject, so I suggest we just lay the events of this night to rest and never talk about it again.”

Finn look apprehensive.

“I don’t want to talk about it either, but I mean, come one. Blaine Anderson? Out of all the guys at out school, you choose that guy?”

Kurt scowled at Finn and retorted, “since when was there an abundance of guys for me to choose from?”

Finn looked sheepish and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Geeze, Kurt. I’m just trying to look of for you.”

Kurt sighed as they started up the walkway to their house. “I know. Thanks.”

Finn gave him a small smile and said goodnight before sprinting up the stairs to his room.

Kurt got a glass of water and slowly walked up to his own room, sipping the water carefully. He closed his door, turned on his bedside lamp, set his water down on the end table, and flopped down on his bed. He stared at the ceiling for a good 10 minutes. He thought about washing his face and changing into pajamas, but his body didn’t seem to want to move. Kurt felt content just laying there, reminiscing about the night’s events. He had never felt so sexy or brave before. Even though he was still getting to know Blaine, he felt a real connection between the two of them. By the end of the year, Kurt was going to crack him. He could feel it.

He was just about to drift off to sleep as he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He frowned as he opened a text from an unknown number.

Hey, just wanted to make sure Rachel didn’t rip your dick off so we never have sex -B

Kurt smiled as he typed out his response.

No, she’d never be that cruel. She’s just looking out for me

Well, then next time I’m about to suck you dry, we’ll be a little more discrete

Kurt felt his face get hot as he buried it into his pillow, smiling.