As the week progressed, Kurt couldn't help but feel like a total bad boy hidden in the Dalton blazer. Monday had started with endless questions about his shiner, to which Kurt just smiled cheekily and said he couldn't talk about - because, really, he couldn't talk about it, and though he had tried really hard to find the perfect makeup combination to hide it, he had ultimately decided it looked sad to cover it up. He had survived an attack. He had survived an attack and that was worth showing off, even if he couldn't talk about it. He didn't need to hide it, and Kurt didn't want to hide it.

Plus, Blaine had told him that trying to cover up a shiner with make-up was more than a little lame and that he looked cute with the bad ass accessory.

Over the next couple weeks though, the shiner faded, and Kurt was relieved to not have to see it on his face whenever he was working on his moisturizing.

"I seriously think my left eye looks bigger than my right eye now." He had noted on one weekend to Blaine, who had become a permanent weekend fixture at the Hudson-Hummel house. It was just something that had happened, and Burt had gone along with it, though insisted the door to Kurt's room stay open.

"You're crazy. Your eyes are super hot." Blaine had responded from where he was lying back on Kurt's bed, not even looking at Kurt. As much as Kurt wanted to take that compliment and hold onto it, he couldn't help but feel that Blaine was just giving him a superficial compliment out of guilt to make him feel better.

"I'm going to need to add a firming lotion to my regime." Kurt sighed.

Blaine rolled himself off the bed and wandered to Kurt, placing his hands on Kurt's shoulders and looking at him through the reflection in the mirror. "Kurt. You. Look. Fine."

Blaine continued, "You look amazing, and tonight is going to be so much fun. It will be a celebration of your perfect features returning to grace us all."

After Kurt had used Finn's computer earlier today, and discovered that Finn had a questionable fetish, one which caused Kurt to pose some very serious questions to him, Finn had informed him that there was a party at Rachel's that night and Blaine and Kurt should come.

"Why didn't you tell me about the party?" He had asked Blaine.

"Because it's at Rachel's house and she's a total lame ass bitch."

Kurt groaned and had given Blaine a harmless little punch to the side, "Because I am stuck at a prep school for over entitled rich boys all week and I kind of want to do something fun."

Blaine rolled his eyes, "And Rachel is the answer to that? Really Kurt? Really?"

"Yes Blaine." Kurt had looked Blaine dead in the eyes, "Instead of sticking around my house and watching musicals with you, which I do love by the way, I thought we'd do something new - even if it is at Rachel Berry's house."

Blaine had begrudgingly agreed, though he had done so with an enormous amount of eye rolling and sarcastic tones.

So now they were getting ready. Well, Kurt was getting ready, Blaine was telling Kurt what he saw in the popcorn ceiling - "Dog, elephant, giant dick on dick action.", as he laid back on Kurt's bed.

Oh god.

Rachel's party was going nowhere until Puck, bless his heart, convinced Rachel to let loose and break into the liquor cabinet. Now everyone, except for Kurt and Finn, were absolutely and completely drunk. Santana was alternating between crying and making out with Sam, Mercedes and Tina were absolute giggle-whores, and Rachel had affixed herself to Finn even though it was clear that Finn wanted nothing to do with her.

And Blaine, Blaine was just wild.

Kurt couldn't even keep track of how much Blaine had to drink. He was dancing and singing and kept falling on Kurt and then picking himself back up everytime Kurt thought he might be down for the long run.

"Spin the bottle!" Rachel called out and everyone giddily went to sit in a circle as if they were preteens again.

As the bottle spun, the New Directions kissed in even more combinations than they had dated - or at least dated as of yet. Then the bottle Rachel spun landed on Blaine.

"Oh for fuck's sake... really?" Blaine whispered under his breath so only Kurt could hear it. Kurt chuckled but patted Blaine on the shoulder, "Come on. Man up."

So Blaine leaned forward and his lips were immediately attacked by Rachel's, who looked like she was trying to clean out the inside of his mouth with her tongue even though Blaine was clearly gagging and trying to pull back.

"Oh god Kurt..." Blaine spat as he was finally released from Rachel's tongue hold.

Kurt couldn't help but laugh at the situation, especially since Rachel was clearly enthralled by her lips locking with Blaine, eyeing him up like a lollipop for the rest of the night.

"Seven minutes in heaven!" was her next announcement and Blaine looked at Kurt like a deer in headlights.

"Kurt... she's going to tongue fuck me for seven minutes..." Blaine uttered while chugging down a drink in what must have been an attempt to get Rachel's taste out of his mouth and get himself even drunker before it was determined who was going into the closet together. An idea fired into Kurt's head, and before he talked himself down from it, a voice crept up from within him.

Courage Kurt, courage.

He looked back at Rachel who was licking her lips as she surveyed Blaine, and then back to Blaine who was looking at Kurt with pleading eyes, and then he grabbed a fistful of Blaine's shirt and stormed to the closet with Blaine in tow before he lost his nerve.

A cheer rang out from behind him, mixed with the cry of Rachel who was declaring it to be an invalid choice since she was the hostess and should get to choose who went in first.

Blaine allowed himself to be led though, and as soon as the door was closed behind them, the tables turned. Blaine's hands both grabbed fists of Kurt's shirt and backed up him against the wall of the linen closet with a heavy thud that wouldn't be missed by anyone outside of the closet and which was acknowledged by a chorus of whoops outside.

Blaine's mouth was on his before he could even take a breath from the sudden movement, his tongue pushing through Kurt's lips hungrily. Hands were working their way down Kurt's sides until they came down around his ass, lifting Kurt up against the wall so his feet were held off the floor and had it not been for the way his head was spinning, he might have been surprised by the strength of Blaine.

Kurt couldn't help himself, moaning back into Blaine's mouth in what was his first real kiss, and not a sweet kiss he imagined at the end of a first date, but a forceful, insistent, and needy kiss - a mix of tongue, and teeth, and lips, and shared breath - and oh Blaine did taste like raspberries and cinnamon, and Kurt just wanted to keep eating that flavor out of him.

"Six minutes!" Was the call from outside. God, had it already been a minute?

His legs wrapped around Blaine's hips, and there was no denying that each of them was aroused by the other as they rutted their cocks against one another. Kurt tipped his head back in a deep groan, taking in a breath as his body reminded him he needed to breathe, though that didn't seem to be a concern for Blaine as he moved his lips down Kurt's neck, sucking in a way Kurt didn't know could make a man excited.

"Blaine..." he whimpered, his cock twitching forward without any direction from his mind. Any sense he might have had had completely left him, replaced by a fury of need and want. He didn't know what to focus on - Blaine's mouth, Blaine's cock bulge thrusting itself frantically against Kurt's, or the hands on his ass that were grabbing and teasing.

"Five minutes!"

Blaine kicked a foot back against the door to tell them to shut up.

How the hell could he do all this and support Kurt on only one foot?

Blaine's lips left his neck for a moment, whispering, "I want you so bad..."

Kurt's hands found themselves first in Blaine's mess of curls before roaming down and grabbing at Blaine's shirt, trying to pull it off without him really recognizing that he was doing it. Blaine's words had made him even harder, if that was possible, and it felt like the skin around his cock wasn't enough to hold what was inside.

Blaine kept holding Kurt up as he knelt to the floor, and then set Kurt down with his back against the floor while still pressing himself against Kurt's body. His hands moved away from Kurt's ass, giving way for a small whine out of Kurt's lips at the loss of contact there, until those hands were on Kurt's belt tugging down. His breath hitched and he held it there for a moment, realizing what was happening for probably the first time since he entered the closet.

"Four minutes!"

"Blaine..." he uttered, looking down at the head of curls that was responsible for the wetness on his neck right now. He could have pushed Blaine away, he could have tried to escape, but aside from that tiny voice in his head telling him he probably wasn't ready for this, everything else in him wanted this, and told that voice to shut up.

His belt was ignored - Blaine probably knew it was there more for fashion than function anyhow since he was wearing skinny jeans - and his pants were pulled down by Blaine's fingers, allowing his cock a little more space to move with the pressure of the jeans removed. He shuddered, scared about being seen like this, scared that Blaine would stop now.

Blaine didn't though, increasing the intensity as he licked along Kurt's collarbone. Kurt had to bring his hands up to cover his mouth as the touch made him wail softly.

God, he was going to have his first sexual experience in a closet with all his friends outside.

Fuck it.

Blaine's hands moved back up Kurt's thighs, sending a tremor up his spine, to the elastic of his boxer briefs, playing with it for a taunting moment before pulling it down too, leaving Kurt completely exposed, and shaking with a blend of desire and fear.

"Oh baby..." Blaine whispered, breath hot against Kurt's neck as he lifted his head, eyes wide and pupils blown as they looked at Kurt's face with lust that couldn't be misconstrued. Kurt watched him, his eyes glossed over with need of his own. Blaine moved himself back, one of his hands grabbing around the base of Kurt's cock and making it thrust up into it, the other sneaking back around to his ass, rubbing a finger against the hole back there that had never been touched, not even by himself.

And it was all Kurt could do not to scream into his hands as Blaine's mouth rolled itself down over his cock.

"Three minutes!"

"Shut up!" Kurt did scream at the door, and then he had to cover his mouth again as he felt himself about to cry out in complete ecstasy as Blaine moved his lips up and down his cock, tongue rolling along the underside while the one hand jerked up and down in tempo with Blaine's mouth. His ass cheeks tightened as Blaine continued to rub a finger along his back entrance, having never been intruded on before. Dear god, he could come right now.

"Two minutes!"

His hips jerked forward, into Blaine's mouth, of their own volition. If this was truly heaven, then maybe he needed to start going to church because seven minutes wasn't going to be enough for him.

"Come for me babe..." Blaine whispered, his breath hot against Kurt's dick as he pulled off for just an instant before burying his face back down around Kurt.

That's all it took.

He let out a small cry through his fingers and arched his back up, feeling the release come not just from his cock, but from his whole body into Blaine, who was making such delightful noises as he sucked back the come.

"One minute!"

Kurt gasped, trying to regain some air in his lungs as his body shook with small trembles as it came down from the high. He didn't know what was happening in that blissful, post orgasmic state for a few seconds, and came out of it to see Blaine pushing the freezer in the closet in front of the door. When did he get up?

"Blaine..."

Blaine laid down at Kurt's side and drew him into his arms, where Kurt quite happily curled up against him, still having little shakes pass through his body.

Their mouths found each other's again, and despite attempts by their friends outside to break into the room so another pair could use it, Kurt and Blaine spent the next half hour happily exploring mouths while hands roamed bodies, until the alcohol must have caught up with Blaine and he passed out in Kurt's arms, Kurt quickly following.

It was Finn banging on the closet door that awoke Kurt. The first few seconds of being awake he was confused, and then he remembered what had happened, and why Blaine was wrapped around him like a koala bear. Pulling himself out from under Blaine, he got himself up, pulled his pants back up, and managed to shove the freezer back out of the way in order to open the door.

"Dude... uh... we should go home. Everyone else is passed out and I'm totally bored..."

Kurt rolled his eyes a little and then pushed the door open all the way, showing Finn that Blaine too was passed out on the floor and sleeping, "Fine. But I need help carrying him out."

Kurt managed to wake Blaine, at least to the point where Blaine was agreeable to being walked out with Finn on one side and Kurt on the other. In the car he fell asleep again, slumped against Kurt in the backseat while Finn kept glancing back at them in the rear-view mirror.

The process was continued at home, both of them helping Blaine up to Kurt's room where he was allowed to finally crawl into Kurt's bed and snuggle into the sheets, quickly asleep again. Kurt thanked Finn for his help and then dressed himself into his pajamas, half there, and half in a dream. Something had changed in the last couple hours, and it made his heart surge with joy.

He crawled in beside Blaine, watching him just sleep for a few minutes, taking in all the details. How his lashes fluttered against his face as he dreamed, how his curls fell across the pillow, and how adorable the snuffly sounds were that came from his lips as he slept. Feeling completely delirious with affection, he turned off the lamp, and snuggled up against Blaine. This felt so right.

And it felt even more right when he was woken again a couple hours later, his back pressed up against Blaine's chest and Blaine's arms wrapped around his waist. What he really felt though was the hard press of a cock rubbing itself up against Kurt's ass.

He made a small gasp and turned his head, eyes meeting Blaine's.

"Hey sweetcheeks."

He flushed up, and then Blaine's mouth was on his again, as if it had never left before, eagerly sucking on Kurt's tongue while Blaine's hands explored his body and rolled him over so their chests were right against one another.

"Oh..." was Kurt's reply, "Blaine..."

Blaine was hard and furiously rutting his cock up against Kurt's hip, and as Kurt's own cock started bulging in his pajamas, he recalled how only one of them had gotten off earlier.

He moved his hand down, and it wasn't hard to find Blaine's cock since he had undressed while Kurt had been sleeping. His hand wrapped around Blaine's cock, and while they kissed, he jerked his hand up and down, reveling in how Blaine moaned into his mouth every time he moved his hand up.

"God... baby..." Blaine whispered against Kurt's face as he pulled himself out of the kiss to draw breath. His breath was hot on Kurt's face, and still tinged with the scent of alcohol, but still so overwhelming smelling of Blaine.

Kurt wanted to do more, he desperately wished now that that he had been able to last longer through those porn videos he had tried to watch so he would know what to do, but he wasn't confident in anything else but what he was doing now, and knowing it was making Blaine respond like that, that he was doing that, he kept up the tempo of his hand.

Blaine didn't last long, at least not any longer than Kurt had earlier, coating Kurt's hand in sticky, wet, warmth without any warning aside from a low groan of "Kurrtt..."

He had gotten a boy off.

He had gotten THE boy off.

Blaine's own hands moved down Kurt's sides then, making him shudder with the brush of the fingertips along his ribs. One hand took Kurt's, bringing it back up from where it had frozen around Blaine's cock after getting him off and licking off his fingers as he stared at Kurt with dark, milky eyes. The sight of Blaine licking his own come mixed with the feeling of Blaine's tongue on his fingers sent a shiver right down Kurt into his dick.

Blaine's other hand was returning the favor, pushed down into Kurt's pyjama pants and wrapped around his cock, moving back and forth until it didn't have to as Kurt had found himself starting to fuck Blaine's hand.

Oh god. Could Blaine be any hotter?

It didn't take long for Kurt to come his second time around, certainly no longer than he had the first time, and as he whimpered and whined in place while his orgasm flowed from his body, making all his fingers and toes tingle and buzz, Blaine was carefully undressing him and cleaning them both off.

"Why haven't we been fucking this entire time...?" Blaine rhetorically questioned, pulling Kurt up against him as he crawled back into the bed and pulled the blanket over them both.

Kurt couldn't respond other than to give Blaine a little incoherent murmur, making Blaine chuckle with satisfaction.

Kurt drifted off then, dreaming of the third time he would get off.

The next day, Kurt had somehow managed to pull himself away from Blaine, though took the time to admire his naked body as he was really seeing it for the first time.

But it was worth the wait.

Blaine had a perfect amount of dark chest hair that created a V-shaped trail down his olive colored abs to his crotch, where Kurt nearly salivated at the sight of Blaine's morning wood.

How could that ever fit in...

His thoughts drifted off there as he felt himself harden again. "No..." He said to himself, or at least his dick, "... not right now."

So he covered Blaine back up, grinning coyly at the tent made over his cock, and went about his usual morning routine as if nothing else had happened.

His dad burst in as Kurt was moisturizing, reminding Kurt that he had promised to help him learn how to cook eggs, and Blaine groaned and sat up with the noise from the intrusion.

Shit.

His dad's eyes went wide as he saw the blanket fall off Blaine's chest to show that he was, at the very least, naked from the waist up, and with an rapidly mumbled series of sorries and excuse me's, Burt was back out the bedroom door.

Blaine seemed oblivious to it all, groaning and rubbing his eyes, "Where am I...?"

Kurt left his vanity table and crawled in beside Blaine, grabbing the Tylenol he had already prepped off the nightstand and handing it to Blaine with a cup of water. "In my bed."

Blaine hastily grabbed the medicine and swallowed them back with the water.

"Fuck... did I kiss Rachel Berry last night?"

Kurt laughed, rubbing a hand over Blaine's back, "Yup. You shared her spit."

Blaine moaned and hid his face back in his hands. Kurt quickly felt the worry fill him up.

Please don't tell me he doesn't remember last night beyond kissing Rachel... please.

"Well at least I got the taste of her out with the taste of you..."

Phew.

Kurt smiled softly, continuing to rub Blaine's back gently and marveling in how soft his skin was there. Blaine didn't even moisturize.

"We should... definitely do that again..." Blaine stated, grinning back over his shoulder at Kurt, who went red in response.

"Yes. Definitely."

Having to go back to Dalton that week was brutal. Now that he had had a taste of Blaine, it tore him up inside to be apart from him at all. He felt disconnected, and distracted, texting Blaine whenever he could.

Wheels is a totally alright kid. He brought Bloody Mary's to school today! I might actually like school today! -B

Oh shit. They were getting wasted at school now.

Can I see you tomorrow? -K

Sure. You alright? -B

Yes. Just thought we'd meet up at the Lima Bean. -K

Will be there! -B

Kurt sighed in relief. It was only Monday, but the thought of waiting until Friday to see Blaine was terrifying and it took everything in him not to rush into Blaine's arms on Tuesday afternoon at the Lima Bean when he got there.

As they waited in line, Blaine rehashed how oddly Rachel had been in Glee club lately. "She's eye fucking me... and I know I'm hot shit... but.. just... ugh."

Kurt laughed and then quieted himself as Blaine's phone went off. "Speak of the devil..."

The conversation with Blaine was brief, and Kurt had to keep from giggling at the faces of disgust Blaine made through the conversation.

"She asked me out on a date."

"No!"

Blaine nodded in confirmation and then shook his head in disbelief. "Great. A girl infatuation..."

Kurt smiled sweetly, stirring his coffee idly as he kept his eyes on Blaine, gorgeous Blaine.

"Next thing you know she'll be asking me to marry her and make babies with her..."

Kurt chuckled at that. Poor deluded Rachel.

"... and there isn't anything worse than a relationship, let alone one with a girl."

Kurt started to chuckle again, and then stopped abruptly.

Wait. What?

Poor deluded Kurt.

Kurt felt numb after he left the Lima Bean that day, and numb for the rest of the week. On Friday he was teaching his dad how to make a quiche, and was clearly out of sorts, so his dad asked what was going on.

"Blaine..."

"Uh-huh." Burt murmured, and then took that as an invitation to give Kurt hell for being inappropriate under his roof last weekend. It hurt Kurt, more than he was ever willing to admit to his dad, because in the end, it was just being inappropriate. It wasn't being romantic, or passionate, like he had told himself, but simply inappropriate. He felt dirty, and sickly. How could he have thought that there was anything more happening in that closet than a couple boys getting their jollies?

Of course Blaine didn't want a relationship after what he had seen his parents go through. And so Kurt felt used. Used by the boy he loved to get rid of a primal need.

So Kurt hadn't been as communicative with Blaine since Tuesday. He had given him one word responses to his texts, and tried to otherwise shut his heart off to Blaine to try and make it feel less painful.

How stupid he had been to give himself up that easily.

And he began to feel sorry for Rachel, who, in her efforts to impress Blaine, had drank before a school presentation that day and ended up vomited on by both Santana and Brittany. Finn seemed actually quite happy about it, and happier still when he told Kurt that Rachel had tried to get Blaine to engage in a sober kiss with her in Glee club that afternoon, only to get very publicly shut down by Blaine.

"Basically he told her that unless she was hiding a dick, she was just being a dick." Finn had told him with a smirk on his lips.

"You know... I feel bad for her..." Kurt admitted.

"Why? She was pushing for something that wasn't there and making a fool out of herself in the process." Finn noted.

"Well... I guess I can understand where she was coming from."