"Kurt! Come on! You're going to be late to your own party!" Blaine called out from their front door area. Kurt was still in their room, flipping through clothing he had just bought that day, his birthday, trying to decide which outfit to showcase this evening. He should have known better than to buy so much, but Blaine had insisted, and now he couldn't decide between several outfits.

"Honey.... they're going to start calling and texting any second now..." Blaine called again and Kurt grumbled to himself, finally deciding on the dark denim skinny jeans and white oxford top. He finished the look with a news cap, leather wrist cuffs, and brown suede shoes. He spun in place, checking himself out in the mirror, and deciding that he looked acceptable.

"Kurt..." Blaine was warning again when Kurt left the bedroom and did a little pose for Blaine who whistled his approval of the outfit. "There's my arm candy. Let's get going."

Kurt hooked his arm with Blaine's and they left their apartment, Blaine quickly turning to lock it behind them.

The walk to the old Bushwick apartment where his birthday party was being held was short, but always uncomfortable at night when the homeless filled the doorways and alleyways and sketchy looking groups of young men and women travelled in packs, forever looking over their shoulders. Neither Kurt or Blaine had been mugged, but given they had both suffered abuse back in Ohio due to their sexuality, they were still hyper vigilant against being attacked.

So they always walked quickly, and huddled closely together, even when it was swelteringly humid like New York could get in the summertime.

"Are you excited?" Blaine asked him on the way.

Kurt tilted his head a little as he considered the question, "Not particularly... I mean... I've had twenty birthdays before this one."

Blaine chuckled, "Not about getting older sweetheart, about getting absolutely trashed like you planned."

Kurt shook his head, "Nope. Not at all. Just another thing to experience. I sang on the stage of the Gershwin theater, there's not a lot that can excite me like that did."

Blaine smiled to Kurt and the two locked happy eyes on one another, just content to share their smiles until they reached the old Bushwick apartment building and let themselves in through the front door. Apparently, when Kurt and Rachel had originally moved in, the landlord had promised to have the front door keyed. It still hadn't happened, which meant that they could get in easily enough, but sometimes they had to step over the sleeping bodies of people who had nowhere else to find shelter.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" yelled their friends as they opened the door to the apartment and Blaine nearly had to catch Kurt as he jumped back a step in surprise.

When he caught his breath, Kurt laughed and took turns hugging and greeting each of their friends in turn. Blaine slid the door closed behind him and went for the food, leaving Kurt in the capable hands of his friends.

"Oh sweetpea!" Isabelle called and Kurt turned to come face to face with his boss and inspiration from Vogue.com, being drawn into a hug from her. Isabelle was almost like having an older sister, fun auntie, and friend all rolled into one, and Kurt was consistently thankful she was his boss. "I got you just a little something!"

Kurt took the card Isabelle was offering to him once they separated and opened it, finding a sweet but somewhat crass card suggesting the different ways men get older. Within the card was a written out voucher from Isabelle and her own bosses good for two outfits from the Vogue vault. Kurt immediately lit right up and bounced back into a hug with Isabelle, "Thank you so, so much! I love it! I can't believe it!"

They laughed and talked for a little while about the outfit possibilities when Blaine came up to them, chewing on some appetizer and holding a drink in each hand. Kurt looked sidelong to him with a sly smile.

"I brought you a drink that I think you might like." Blaine said finally, after swallowing what he had been eating. Blaine offered the bottle to Kurt who took it and looked over it appraisingly.

"Cherry Creek Cider Cooler. Wow. Hope they're not paying for all the C's in this..." Kurt said, twisting off the cap and sniffing the beverage suspiciously.

Blaine chuckled and took a sip from his own bottle, which Kurt noticed was beer - not surprisingly. Blaine did tend towards the more boring and basic drinks, like medium drip coffee and beer. Kurt, however, was more inclined to fancy drinks. If he was going to drink his calories, he wanted to make sure it was worth it.

Kurt tentatively sipped the beverage and found that it was subtly sweet, but not overpowering. Not too bad. He nodded his approval to Blaine and continued drinking while talking to Isabelle again.

After a while, Kurt started feeling warmth in his ears and cheeks. He finished off the bottle and went to the kitchen area to find a new drink. He thought that since this was his first time really enjoying alcohol, that he should try as many different drinks as he could. He settled on another cooler, though this one was bright blue in colour and had a picture of a bird on it, which is what attracted him to it. After taking a sip he winced and his lips puckered. This drink was sour.

"Oh sweetie... that's not a drink I would have picked for you..." Blaine's smooth voice spoke up near him and Kurt turned to face him.

"Well. You'd better find me a better one then and figure out what to do with this one because I can't drink it."

Blaine chuckled and grabbed the blue bottle from Kurt, setting it down on the counter. "Come here. I'll make you a special shot."

Kurt watched as Blaine mixed together a drink from several larger bottles on the counter into two small liquor cups, one of which he then handed over to Kurt, looking particularly pleased with himself. Blaine took the other cup and clinked their glasses together, "Bottoms up!"

Kurt and Blaine swallowed the drinks in one quick gulp each and Kurt grinned. "Oh. That one was actually quite good! Can you make another?"

Blaine laughed, "Pace yourself dear."

Kurt smiled warmly at Blaine. Admittedly he could already feel the alcohol affecting him, making him warmer and more sensitive. He cocked his head at Blaine, "Well how about another cooler?"

Blaine nodded and retrieved for Kurt another of the Cider Coolers, opening it for him before handing it over. "Be careful hon."

Kurt smirked at Blaine and took a drink of the cider, letting the warmth flood his body. "I should get in on the singing before I get too complacent with Rachel hogging the mic." He noted, walking off then to where the karaoke machine had been set up and Rachel was wailing one of her overdramatic songs.

The next hour was something of a blur for Kurt. He remembered singing solo and singing with his friends, and even once with Blaine. Now he was singing with Rachel, both of them having drank a little too much, and singing a little too loudly and excitedly. Every now and then, one of them would giggle in the middle of a lyric. It was a good thing Carmen wasn't there or she would have seriously questioned the quality of these students.

"Oh Kurt! We just HAVE to do single ladies!" Brittany had come up to him and was hopping excitedly as she made the suggestion.

Kurt hadn't done single ladies in awhile, at least not in front of anybody and never in front of Blaine. However, in this moment with his ears burning and his mind feeling like it was floating, it seemed like a fantastic idea. "YES! Absolutely!"

So the duo called up those friends of theirs that knew the dance, set up the music, and began. Kurt knew those moves in his sleep, and with the alcohol, he felt especially uninhibited, giving the thrusts and kicks a little bit more effort than he ever had.

He caught Blaine's eye during one part of the dance, and could see the shock and awe in his boyfriends face who was staring at him and very obviously trying to hide the growth in his pants with a pillow from the couch he was sitting on. Normally it would have made Kurt blush to realize he was having such an effect on Blaine, but right now, Kurt was further invigorated by the idea of turning his boyfriend on.

So Kurt moved his dance up and started dancing directly in front of Blaine, jerking his hips ever so suggestively, and winking when he leaned over and spanked himself. He could see Blaine swallowing and his eyes growing wider as he watched. Kurt ignored everyone else who was cheering and catcalling, just focusing on Blaine as he moved, almost like a private strip tease, without the stripping.

When the dance was over, Kurt sat himself in Blaine's lap and realized just how cheap the couch pillows were as he could feel Blaine through it.

"Oh my god Kurt...." Blaine murmured, still staring at him with lust blown eyes, shifting under Kurt's weight.

Kurt giggled and suddenly felt the urge to nibble on his boyfriend's neck and so he did just that, unconcerned with the crowd all around. Blaine's breath hitched and his hands tightened around Kurt's waist, "Kurt...."

"Hrmmm?" Kurt queried, muffled from where he was working on leaving a hickey on Blaine's collarbone.

"Uh... bathroom..." Blaine said, pushing Kurt off him. It took Kurt a second to realize that it was an invitation and not an excuse to get away, and when he did, he skipped merrily to the bathroom, pulling Blaine in with him and locking the door behind them.

As soon as it was locked, Kurt had Blaine pressing him against the back of the door and kissing him madly. "Oh god...." *kiss* "Kurt.... " *kiss* "That was so" *kiss* "Freaking sexy."

Kurt whimpered and rubbed his body against Blaine's, pressing his groin against Blaine's so he could feel that Kurt was just as turned on, receiving a lustful growl in response.

Kurt moved his hands down the sides of Blaine's body, going straight for his pants. Kurt tried to slide the pants down first but found himself struggling with a belt that refused to go over Blaine's hips. "You need to back up a little so I can get your pants off."

Blaine hesitated, not seeming to want to move away but did after a few seconds, allowing Kurt to quickly yank open the belt and unbutton Blaine's jeans with a finesse that came with being as into fashion as Kurt was. As soon as the belt and buttons were undone, Blaine's pants fell around his ankles, allowing Kurt to grope the hardness in Blaine's briefs.

"Oh sweet mother of all things good and wonderful Kurt...." Blaine said as he exhaled and pushed his erection against Kurt's hand, then moaning softly into Kurt's neck.

"Come on baby... I want you so badly." Kurt whispered heatedly, tugging at the waistband of Blaine's briefs, pulling them down until they got snagged on Blaine's cock. "I want you in me, on me, over me, everywhere."

"Settle down babe...." Blaine said before putting his lips on Kurt's collarbone to give him a matching hickey, creating a wondrous whimper out of Kurt.

"No. I. Want. You. NOW." Kurt exclaimed, snapping the briefs off Blaine which caused his erection to bob a few times from the sudden release. As soon as the briefs were also around Blaine's ankles, Kurt started working on his own pant buttons, inwardly cursing just how many buttons these jeans had in lieu of a zipper.

Blaine's hands came to help Kurt's, helping to shove down the skinny jeans and briefs together until both boys were naked from the waist down and grinding themselves against one another needily. Whimpers and moans coming out of their mouths constantly.

Someone banged on the door behind Kurt but the pair ignored it, laying kisses all over each others lips, faces, and necks while they ground up and down against each other, their shared precum serving as a lubricant to ease their movements.

"Come on! I gotta go!" yelled the voice outside the door. Blaine dropped to his knees and took Kurt's manhood into his mouth, suckling over it earnestly while his hand wrapped around the base of the cock, tugging on it in time with the sucking of his mouth.

"Oh... oh Blaine..." Kurt squirmed in spot, having a difficult time keeping on his feet as his whole body trembled and felt aflame with the stimulation.

Blaine pulled his mouth off Kurt with a small smacking sound and trailed his tongue along the underside of the cock, Kurt whimpering and coming undone before him. "You're so damn hot...." Blaine murmured and pulled Kurt by the hips towards the bathtub mat, "Get on all fours..."

Kurt complied, using the bathmat as a cushion for his palms and knees. "Blaine. I need you..." He was still shuddering.

He could feel Blaine behind him, nudging his cheeks apart with his hands and then before Kurt could look, he felt Blaine's tongue rolling up and down over his puckered entrance, causing another wave of heat to pass over his body with a groan.

Blaine didn't waste time, his tongue circling over the entrance a few times before pushing into the tightness and wetting it. Kurt whimpered, weakly dipping his chest and head down so his ass pushed further up and back into Blaine's tongue. "Please Blaine.... please..."

"Shhh honey. I have to prep you up." Blaine whispered against his ass before dipping his tongue back in and rolling it around, making Kurt's eyes roll up as well in response.

"You just need to get your cock in me!" Kurt demanded with a whine to his voice, pushing his ass back again insistently.

Blaine chuckled and pulled his head back which made Kurt hiss softly with the sudden absence of attention on his ass. He tried to look back but couldn't see what Blaine was up to. He didn't need to wait long to find out though because in the next second, a finger was being pushed up his hole that Blaine must have sucked on since it glided in smoothly.

"Better babe?" Blaine cooed and worked the finger in and out a few times before adding another finger in without warning, spreading Kurt out who was groaning into the bathmat and grabbing at the edges of it with white knuckles.

Blaine knew exactly how to turn Kurt into a mess when he was sober, and everything seemed amplified and a thousand times more sensitive now that he had alcohol flowing through his system. Kurt wasn't sure he could last until Blaine was in him. "Please Blaine, please... I need you in me..."

A gentle kiss was laid on Kurt's ass cheek and Blaine pulled his fingers out, making Kurt whine with the emptiness. Blaine's mouth returned briefly, wettening up the hole again in the absence of lubricant before straddling himself behind Kurt and lining himself up, the head of his cock teasing along the rim of Kurt's entrance while Kurt begged him for penetration.

Finally Blaine pushed himself in, going slowly since they only had Blaine's saliva for lubrication, and, drunk or not, Blaine always functioned with the need to not hurt Kurt. That being said, Kurt was actively trying to push himself back on Blaine's cock regardless of how much it stung - the pleasure he was getting from it was worth the pain.

"Fuck me Blaine. Come on." Kurt goaded, thrusting himself back. One of his own hands moved down to stroke himself while he moved back. Blaine tensed a little behind him, seemingly unsure of how to continue, before giving into Kurt's baser needs and quickening his pace, thrusting roughly in and out, his hands holding tightly onto Kurt's hips which would no doubt leave fingerprint bruises.

Kurt yelled and moaned in turn, and it would be no secret to anyone waiting outside the bathroom what was happening. Whomever had tried getting in before was either long gone or listening in, and Kurt, who was usually much more reserved, just didn't care. All that mattered to him then was the absolute pleasure and animalistic desire he had for Blaine. He swore into the bathmat, using words that usually made him blush to hear, and didn't give Blaine any warning when he did come, screaming his boyfriends name out in a high pitch over and over again.

Blaine quickly followed suit, giving one last thrust into Kurt before moaning, and grabbing his hips even tighter as he came inside his boyfriend. They stayed locked together like that for a minute, each trembling and murmuring whimpers before Blaine pulled out and Kurt whined with the emptiness, though his knees fell below him so he was lying stomach down on the bathroom floor.

Fumbling around, Blaine retrieved a towel and wiped Kurt off gently before wiping himself off and tossing the towel into the hamper. He laid down on the ground beside Kurt and wrapped his arms around him, pulling Kurt into him to snuggle.

"Oh my god Blaine... we just fucked in Rachel's bathroom...." Kurt murmured. His eyes were closed and he felt like he was partially in a dream.

Blaine chuckled and nodded, not that Kurt saw the motion. "We did."

"She's going to be soooooo pissed!" Kurt added on, chuckling a little bit himself at the thought.

"Yes she will." Blaine agreed, running his hands up and down Kurt's back aimlessly.

As if on cue, a knock came on the door and Santana's voice called out, "I can hear that you boys finished up! Get your pretty boy asses back out here and let someone else use the bathroom before they piss themselves on my furniture!"

Both the boys giggled and sat up, Kurt wincing as a shock of pain went up his back from his ass. Blaine noted the slight movement and collected Kurt's clothing for him, helping him get redressed and apologizing as he did.

Kurt waved dismissively at Blaine once Blaine helped him to his feet, "That was amazing sex and worth any pain in my ass."

Blaine chuckled, wrapping his arm around Kurt's waist and unlocked the door, leading him out to the crowd of well wishers, some who quickly averted their gazes and others who cheered for them upon their re entry.

"I would like to thank Blaine... for being an Ah-may-zing sexual partner...." Kurt began, speaking as though he had won an award and was giving his acceptance speech, much to the delight of the crowd who ate it up, save for Finn who seemed intent on trying to hide himself into the furthest reaches of the kitchen.

Blaine laughed through it all, enjoying the frivolity of the moment. Kurt knew somewhere in the back of his mind he was going to be deeply regretful and embarrassed when the alcohol was out of him, but in the meantime, he completely understood the appeal of social drinking.