Chapter 3

I nervously wiggle my legs on the coffee table and dare to eye my husband's reaction to my last entry. What I didn't expect was that I couldn't see any reaction on his face. And I know my husband and his facial expressions pretty good.

“Was it really that weird for you? Your first kiss with your best girl-friend?” He asks me with a curious look.

“Let me explain this with the knowledge I have now. The reason I asked her to kiss me was wrong. I tried to get her closer again. The way I tried to do that was ridiculous. But it's not that I really regret it or anything. It happened. It was weird, I got over it and we moved on from that. You know how much I love Britt. It would have been so much worse if we had sex.” I say smugly and waggle my eyebrows.

“Kurt! Oh my god! You were 15!” He laughs with a shocked look.

“First, it was only a week before my 16th birthday and second: So? You won't believe how many of my classmates and Glee club friends already had sex at that age. I was shocked. Quinn fell pregnant at 15. Gosh, I wonder what Beth looks like. She must be 32 now.” I think aloud and shake my head.

“Want to move on? What's coming next?” Blaine asks and pulls me back against his chest.

“Lemme look.” I scan the next pages until I stop again when I find my next worthy entry. “Oh honey, I'm looking forward to your reaction after his one.” I smile mischievously and start to read:

October 2010

Dear diary.

I'm drooling. Metaphorically. We have a new student. His name is Simon. He's GORGEOUS!!! Blonde, tall, well built, great ass. He eyes me every time we see each other in the hallways or at lunch. My gaydar kicked in and I'm pretty sure he's gay. And he seems to be interested in me. YES! I make it a bit easier for him to approach me. Whenever we meet I bat my eyelashes and for good measure I sway my hips when I pass him. Mercedes said he stares at my butt every time I do that. Huh. So I'll give him another week or two to ask me out. I have to plan my outfit for tomorrow. Have to go. Wish me luck. Kurt

“Oh yes. I remember you told me about Simon. Oh my god what a moron. You were really excited in the beginning, right?” Blaine huffs and ushers me to go on.

He knows this story already. Well not in so many details, I think. So I turn to the next page:

October 2010

Dear diary.

Ugh. I despise that moron. What an ASSHOLE.

Today before lunch Simon stopped me in the hallway and asked me if I had a minute for him to speak in private. He pulled me gently into an empty classroom and closed the door. Then he crowded my personal space and without any warning I felt his lips on mine. At first I was too shocked to move, but after a moment I closed my eyes and let him lead the kiss. It was nice, wet and soft as our tongues met to play but I didn't feel any sparks or the longing to keep going. So I ended the kiss slowly and pulled back to look into his face. I asked him what that was for and he tried to kiss me again. I stopped him right there and asked what exactly he was hoping for and he told me bluntly that he thought I was hot and he wanted to make out with me. He wasn't interested in a relationship or anything like that but that we could be friends with benefits to hook up from time to time without attachment or feelings. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK???

I was – and still am – so furious that he thinks of me as a cheap conquest with whom he can play whenever he wants. I told him quite loud that I'm not that kind of guy and definitely not interested in something like that. When I left the classroom I threw him a glare and told him to never ever try to kiss me again. He called me a prude and a tease. Thank you very much, asshole. I gave my first kiss with a boy to such an imbecile. I'm disappointed. In that idiot and myself. Not that he forced me or something, but I thought he was a nice guy. Oh boy, I was so wrong. And I didn't feel anything special. FUCK... I hope he will leave me alone from now on. Gosh, this is hopeless. How do I find a nice guy? I will go to the mall and look for something to lift my mood. See ya, Kurt

“Exactly like I thought. Moron. I'm so sorry you gave yourself to such an idiot.” Blaine states and rubs my arms to give me some comfort.

“Thank you, honey. As with Britt, I'm glad it was only a kiss and nothing more. Want to go on?” I ask and he nods. I turn the page:

November 2010

Dear diary.

OMG! I found him! My playground-boy. I FOUND HIM AND HE'S FUCKING GORGEOUS!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

Okay, from the start. Fuck, I'm still squealing like a schoolgirl.

I was at the Lima Bean with Mercedes. We were talking about Glee club when someone came in as I was going to get myself a refill. I stood in line and in front of me was a slightly smaller guy with a mop of dark curls. Every time I see a guy with curls my hearts stops. But it was never him. Until today. He ordered a regular coffee. When the barista asked for his name he said “Blaine” and paid his coffee. His voice is so fucking beautiful. He turned slightly and our eyes met. BOOM. I was done. It was him. His eyes. I never forgot his incredible eyes. He smiled warmly and said hi. I swooned and nearly fainted. I said hi back and he asked for my name. I told him my name and he thought for a moment but then shook his head. I said that I remember him from when we met at a playground age 9 and his eyes got big. He said something like 'it's you' and I nodded. He paid for my mocha and we couldn't stop staring at each other. I asked him if he wanted to sit with Mercedes and I and he said yes. So we sat down at our table and and I just nodded at Mercedes curious look. She understood in an instant and excused herself after a short introduction. WOW. I'm still high on adrenaline. We talked and talked and talked and stared in each others eyes. His smile, his eyes, his hair, his smell, his body, his … OMG … I can't. We exchanged numbers and I'm trying so hard not to text him right now, barely 30 minutes after we parted. I'm not even sure if he's gay. Well if he isn't, I'd like to have him as a friend at least. OMG what if he isn't gay??? I'm so fucked... I'M IN LOVE WITH BLAINE <3

Okay, I'll text him now. See you, Kurt

“Oh baby! This is so incredibly cute! Hey, you played it so cool back then. I had no idea you were in love with me.” Blaine grins and kisses me passionately. I whimper and he pulls back.

“If we don't stop making out I will ravish you right now, Blaine. Either we do it now or you stop making me so horny and we go on with the reading. You choose. But choose wisely and promptly. I need to cool off or get the lube and get laid.” I state with a raised eyebrow.

“Such a romantic! Go get the lube. Don't want to wait anymore. And don't you dare get rid of your clothes by yourself. I want to do it. Hurry!” Blaine laughs and throws a pillow my way.

I hurry into our bedroom, get the lube from the nightstand and nearly run back to find my husband on the couch. Tank top already lying on the armrest and palming himself over his sweatpants.

“Hey, don't start without me!” I cry out and jump onto his lap to straddle him and kiss him desperately.

I run my hands slowly and teasingly over his chest and over his shoulders. Blaine pulls at the hem of my shirt and we get instantly rid of it. Warm chest to warm chest we caress each other until Blaine grabs my butt to pull me even closer. When I feel his erection against my ass I moan loudly into his mouth. I start to grind against his dick and he closes his lips around my right nipple to suck on it. He runs his tongue over the nub and I put my hands in his curls and tug lightly. We're both moaning and I can't keep it any longer.

“Honey, please get rid of your pants and mine and start opening me. Can't wait any longer.” I pant and climb from his lap to stand in front of him.

Blaine hooks his fingers into the waistband of my pants and pulls them down. Including my underwear. I step out of them and I'm engulfed in the wet heat of Blaine's perfect mouth.

“Oh fuck! Blaine go slow or I'll come in the next 5 seconds and I still want to ride you.”

I watch him dribble some lube into his hand and reach around to my butt when I spread my legs a bit wider to give him more room as he sucks me slowly. He teases one finger around my hole until I'm relaxed and he pushes inside.

“YES,” I yell. “I need more. Give me more.”

We're up to 3 fingers very fast and I get impatient. I tap Blaine's shoulder and he pulls his fingers slowly out to lube himself up quickly. Blaine settles back on the couch and I climb in his lap again, guiding his cock inside me and take him in in one go.

“Shit! Wait, Kurt. Don't move yet or I'm coming embarrassingly fast. Give me a second.” Blaine pants and grips my hips tightly.

I stay still as ordered and stroke through his hair lovingly. After all these years we know each other perfectly. In our every-day-life and the bedroom. So I see the signs, when he's ready and I don't have to wait for his go. I start to move slowly. Gyrating my hips and starting a slow dance of moving up and down on his cock. We both moan and pant, grip each other tightly and kiss wet and passionately. Tongues dancing around each other and lips nipping at jaws and necks and teeth scraping over sensitive skin. The pleasure is slowly creeping up my spine and I can't stand the slow pace anymore. I guide Blaine's hands back to my hips and he gets the memo.

“Fuck. So good, baby. Keep going, don't stop,” I moan. When my rising and falling gets faster he bucks up into me at an equally faster pace and hits my prostate every time until I scream his name and come all over both our chests. After another couple of thrusts, Blaine comes inside me with a loud groan and we embrace each other tightly when my phone starts to ring.

“Who the hell is that?” Blaine asks disbelievingly and chuckles against my chest.

“It's Lizzy. Do you want to talk to her? It might be important.” I ask, still panting and trying to get my heartbeat back under control.

“No, go ahead. Answer her but put her on speaker,” Blaine grins.

“Yes, Lizzy. What's up?” I ask a bit breathless when I answer the phone.

“Dad? You and papa are having sex right? I know your sex-voice. Ugh. Please tell me you are in your own bedroom this time.” Lizzy sighs into the phone.

“Young lady, that is none of your business and why the hell aren't you just pretending that you don't know anything about your papa's and my sex-life? And I don't think you actually called to ask about that so what's up?” I ask again while Blaine snickers silently and I throw him a glare to shut him up.

“Okay, you are not in your bedroom. Oh dad, please tell me you didn't do it on the couch again.” Lizzy states and I'm about to snarl at her when she continues, “forget it, don't wanna know! So I called to ask if it would be okay, if Keira and I get back tomorrow at dinnertime? We would like to stay at Stacy's for the afternoon to help clean up and all that.”

Blaine nods and I just say, “fine, but please don't be late for dinner, okay?”

“Thank you dad and I love you both. Give papa a big kiss from us. And enjoy whatever you're doing right now. See you tomorrow.” With that she ends the call and I just look dumbly at my husband.

“We weren't like this when we were 17 years old.” I just say and shake my head in disbelief.

Blaine smirks and says, “of course we were. And please don't forget that the twins are biologically yours so let me tell you that they are exactly like you, when you were 17.”

“Not fair! Tommy was so much nicer at 17.” I whine and lay my head on Blaine's shoulder.

“Of course he was, he's biologically mine.” He cackles and I slap his head softly.

“What do you think? Let's get cleaned up and then we read some more?” I ask. Blaine nods and carries me into our bathroom and into the shower.

After a quick clean-up we get dressed again and sit back on the couch to continue with my diary.

“So what happened after our incredible meeting?” Blaine asks and I smile at him.

“You'll see. Let's get cozy and let me look what's coming next in the thrilling life of one Kurt Elizabeth Hummel.”

Blaine laughs, I turn the page and we start reading:

November 2010

Dear diary.

Blaine and I met nearly every day for coffee. He's perfect. I'm not sure if I should make a move and tell him that I like him. Like more than friends. What if he's not interested in me the same way. I mean we have great chemistry and I throw him the occasional heart-eyes. But he never made a move on me. Why hasn't he made a move on me yet? I'm so unsure and afraid to scare him away. God, I really have to behave when we are together. Yesterday I nearly threw myself in his lap when he swallowed his coffee. I had to grip the table to keep me in place. EMBARRASSING. What the fuck is wrong with me? I never was this desperate before. I'm still shy and I don't think I'm anywhere near ready to get intimate. Screw the others. Let them have sex and hook up all the time. That's not me. But I'm done waiting. I WANT BLAINE! NOW. I want to kiss him and snuggle with him and hold hands and smell him. Ugh. What shall I do? Maybe I should invite him over to my place and we can listen to some music and sing a duet and I can inadvertently let something slip to the floor and bend over and look if he checks my butt out. Hm, maybe I should try that. It will give me a hint if he's interested or not. Yeah, good plan. I need to text Blaine and suggest a visit at my house. See you soon, hopefully with a boyfriend. Kurt

“Honey, were you this oblivious? How did you not get that I was so attracted to you. I could barely hold it together,” Blaine laughs out loud.

“You hid that very well, my dear husband. I had no clue. I thought you just wanted me as a friend,” I sigh and kiss Blaine on the tip of his nose.

“On the contrary, my love. I can imagine what your next entry will be. I was so happy when you invited me over to your house. With no parents in sight, just Finn who kept annoying us. Can we go on? I'd like to know how it was from your point of view.” Blaine grins and I just nod and turn the page:

December 2010

Dear diary.

I'm trembling. I'm weak in the knees. I'm panting. I'm grinning. I'm squealing. I'm doing kicky-feet. I'm happy.

BLAINE KISSED ME!!! <3 OMG, OMG, OMG

I don't know where to start. Okay, so Blaine came over today. I invited him to my room because Finn wasn't home yet. We listened to some music and Blaine told me how much he liked my room. He looked so good and he was so sweet. We sang “Baby it's cold outside” together. OMG that was so romantic. I bet I made a complete fool of myself with all my swooning and the constant heart-eyes, I threw at him. But it seemed like he didn't mind. We talked a bit, Blaine got flirty and we sat on my bed next to each other. Blaine came nearer every minute until our thighs brushed against each other. We locked eyes and Blaine's face was suddenly only an inch away from mine. I shut my eyes and closed the gap between us until our lips met. FIREWORKS! I saw and felt fucking fireworks...

Blaine gasped and I sighed as our lips moved in a slow, beautiful dance. Blaine opened his mouth and sucked my lower lip into his mouth. I opened my mouth too and he slipped his tongue into my mouth and that's where I couldn't hold back anymore. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and we started to kiss with much more fervor. It was wet and warm and delicious and just perfect. Until my door burst open and Finn stood in the doorway. Dumbstruck and with a slack jaw he stammered an apology and shut the door again. I was angry as fuck and embarrassed by Finn's behavior. Blaine giggled and caressed my cheek to reassure me that it was okay. I wanted to throw a fit at Finn but Blaine calmed me with another kiss. I could kiss him 24/7. I love kissing. Most of all kissing Blaine. His kisses make me weak and I can't get enough. After what felt like hours but was only 10 minutes tops, we parted slowly, Blaine asked me to be his boyfriend and if I was willing to go on a proper date with him. Of course I said yes. We'll go to the movies on Saturday night. Can't wait. Why's it only Thursday??? After another couple of kisses and promises of a phone-call in the evening, Blaine went home and I had a word with Finn about privacy. He promised me to always knock from now on and I threatened to blackmail him, if he ever tried to interrupt my dates again. I think I made pretty clear that we need to stick together against our parents if we ever want to have the chance of a normal dating life. He agreed with me and from now on we will cover for each other. HA! It's nice to have a brother after all. See you after my date with Blaine! Kurt xo