Chapter 10: Time and Time Again

I've been writing you a story
The headline reads, 'We're Meant to Be'
See, I'm not one to write such fiction
So let me be a reality and show you what you mean to me
I'm thinking you and I
Should roll the dice, get lost in love forever
Cause I'm feeling intoxicated
I wanna taste the air that you've been breathing
So haunt me and feel me
I've been waiting for your touch

-Your Touch by Blake Lewis

Kurt decided to go straight home when he got outside, despite the fact that it would mean he had to walk in the rain. He didn't feel up to waiting for Finn. He would send him a text saying he had gotten a ride from a friend and just leave now. What he really wanted to do was walk to the lake, but it was still raining pretty heavily. He would just walk home and take a bath and then maybe work on his music some. Take his mind off of things until the party tonight, when he could really forget.

Much to his surprise, there was a car in the driveway when Kurt finally arrived, soaked through and looking rather like a drowned animal. His coif had been destroyed completely. But who was there to impress anyway? He decided to go into the house, because the car in the drive belonged to Carole and he could probably just convince her that he had been feeling ill again. She was fairly easy to fool.

He walked into the house and shook himself off unceremoniously, like a dog after a bath. Carole heard the thudding as he took his boots off and put them next to the door.

"Hello?" she called, a hint of concern in her voice at the unknown intruder.

"It's okay Carole, it's just me!" Kurt responded. He threw his jacket over the back of the couch and made to head to his room.

"Kurt?" Carole entered the room before he could make his escape, wiping her hands on a dish towel. "You're home early."

"I didn't feel well." Carole didn't buy it, Kurt could tell from the expression on her face but Kurt gave her a defiant look that clearly said,Just try and challenge me and see what happens. You're not my real mother.

"Okay Honey," she said cautiously. "Actually, I'm glad you're home. I could use your help with something.

"What do you need?" Kurt bit his tongue. He knew he sounded like a spoiled little bitch, and well, he was. He resented Carole, that had never been a secret to anyone. But Carole was still always so kind to him. It wasn't her fault that she had fallen in love with a man who had a son who wasn't interested in having a new mother, or having his father try to replace his old one. She really was innocent in all this. But it didn't make Kurt despise her much less.

Carole winced visibly at his tone but straightened her shoulders, braving out the high schooler's attitude despite everything. "I'm baking in the kitchen. Pot roast and biscuits, with pie for dessert."

"I won't be home for dinner." Kurt shrugged his shoulders and turned to go.

"It's for your father." Kurt stopped and turned around. Carole was looking at him with a slightly anxious expression on her face. "Our one year anniversary is this weekend but I have to work. So I thought I'd surprise him and we could celebrate it today. I just- I want everything to be perfect," she finished rather nervously. Kurt felt his heart soften a little. In moments like this, it was obvious how much his stepmother loved his father. And she was nervous about their anniversary. It was sort of sweet.

Kurt bristled again and turned to Carole, "And you need my help because...?"

"Well since it's our first anniversary, I want it to be really special. I have the cooking under control, but I just, I want to be beautiful for your father. And I don't know what to wear. I'm sort of a mess," she admitted sheepishly, biting her lip after she uttered the words.

Kurt said nothing for a while and Carole began to fidget a little bit. "I'm sorry, Kurt, you know what? This is probably too weird for you. I mean, I just thought maybe, since you're into fashion and all...but forget I asked. I'll figure something out." She headed back to the kitchen.

"Carole, wait." Kurt interjected, against his better judgment. "I think I can probably help you."

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Carole had turned the temperature in the crock pot down so the roast could simmer and left the biscuits on a pan that she would pop in the oven after the pie was finished, once Burt was closer to getting home. She was now seated on the bench in front of her vanity in her and Burt's bedroom, with Kurt standing in front of her, painting her face with makeup.

"I can't tell you how much I appreciate you doing this Kurt. I really want to look nice for your dad. It means a lot to me, your help."

"Whatever," Kurt said casually.

"No I seriously mean it. I know this isn't easy for you to do."

Kurt bit his lip a little and stood back to admire his masterpiece, ignoring what Carole had said. She looked lovely, that much was true. Kurt was proud of himself. He had swept Carole's dark brown hair up into a soft, stylish up-do with strands framing the sides of her face. He had dusted her eyelids with a deep brown shimmer, highlighted with a light rose color, and added mascara and lined her eyes just the right amount to create a sexy, smoky, but age-appropriate look. She had a light amount of blush on, giving a sweet flush to her cheeks, and Kurt had just finished applying lipstick in a deep pink-brown shade. Yes, she did look lovely.

"Here, tell me what you think." Kurt stepped out of the way and let Carole take in her finished appearance in the mirror. He heard his stepmother's breath catch in her throat.

"Oh my. Kurt. I look...wow...I don't even look like me." She chuckled lightly, a hand flying to her hair. "Oh my goodness, I look...I'm..."

"Beautiful," Kurt supplied, swiftly grabbing another bobby pin to secure a section of her hair that looked a bit loose. He was tearing up a little, but he wouldn't stand for Carole to see that.

"Kurt." Carole grabbed his arm. "Thank you. You don't know what this means to me."

"Sure," Kurt said, looking up to see Carole's eyes glistening slightly with the promise of tears too.

"Hey now don't cry," he said, pulling the older woman into a gentle hug. "You'll ruin all my hard work."

"I'm just- I know it's silly, but I'm really touched. Kurt, I know you don't really love me. Honestly, I'm not even sure if youlikeme most of the time. And I don't blame you for it, really. But I want you to know, I'm not trying to replace anything. I don't want to be your new mother. No one could ever take the place of Elizabeth. She was a wonderful woman. That much is obvious from one look at you."

Kurt bit his lip harder, pissed at himself, as a tear started welling in the corner of his eye and then quietly fell, leaving a big wet trail down his cheek.

"Oh Kurt sweetheart, you can't know how much it meant to me when your dad asked me and Finn to become a part of your family. That's all I've ever wanted to do. I've wanted to be a part of your family. To be there and support you and show you love. To try and take care of you, for your mom, because she can't. If I died, I hope there'd be a lady who would take the time to take care of Finn and be a part of his life. That's all that I want."

Kurt hugged Carole again, if only to make it so that she wouldn't see him crying. "I do like you Carole. I like having someone to take care of me," He admitted in a very small, choked voice. He felt Carole's grip around him tighten.

"You're a wonderful boy Kurt. You've dealt with some pretty major hardships for such a young person and it's only made you stronger. You have so many amazing things ahead of you. And I'm so proud that I've gotten to know you. I just want to be a part of your life, if you'll let me."

Kurt inhaled shakily. "I want you to," he said and the sobs were obvious now. "I want you to be a part of my life. I just can't. I don't know how. I want to, I just, I just...can't." He finished tremblingly and let go of Carole, wiping the foolish tears from his eyes brusquely.

"Alright. So you should wear the dress I laid out for you on the bed and the pearls with the pearl drop earrings. My dad will love it." His tone was all business now, none of its former softness there.

"Thank you," Carole said quietly, nodding.

"Alright then. I've got to get ready. I'm going out." He stalked to the door but something stopped him.

"And Carole?" he asked.

"Yes Kurt?" she responded tentatively.

"Thank you. For taking care of my dad. I do appreciate it."

Carole nodded and Kurt nodded in response. Neither of them needed to say anything else. Kurt left.

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The party was in full swing when Kurt arrived. The kid's house was huge, Kurt noted as he got off his bike. Must be some pretty little rich boy with parents who went on vacation more than they talked to their son, but allowed him to spend their money and throw parties to compensate. The rain had stopped, leaving the evening with that pleasant, cool, washed-over feeling, the smell of fall lingering heavily in the air. Kurt breathed deep and readied himself for a night of forgetting.

When he walked in, he was overwhelmed for a moment by all of the people everywhere, sprawled on couches, making out in stairwells, doing keg stands in the kitchen, everyone gyrating to the pulsating music.

Kurt caught a few lyrics from the song, thinking it sounded vaguely familiar.

Inspiring, shining, rising, and when you're in my way
I'm not dividing me from you cause we're working together
Perfect in its splendor like the currents of the weather
The splinter in my center hindering all of my pleasure
Is me manifested as you in this endeavor

The lyrics ran through his head surreally as he wandered around in a haze, searching for a face he recognized.

Once responsibility is taken I can render
Experience to be however I want to remember

"Hummmmmel!" Someone called to him excitedly. Kurt turned and saw Puck and Santana along with a few others, lounging on large couch pillows in a sort of sectioned off corner of the living room. They were passing around a giant glass bong and all looked well on their way to stoned out of their minds. It had been a long time since Kurt had gotten high. Tonight might just be the night to get reacquainted with the drug.

"Hey," he said casually, making his way over to cozy little corner where they were stretched out.

"Here," Santana said, passing him a red Solo cup. She was entwined with Brittany, her cheerleader girlfriend. Santana didn't allow Brittany to smoke, since she was too sweet and naïve to understand what the consequences could be. Besides, Brittany's mind already worked much differently than most people's, and Santana didn't want to risk losing any more of her brain cells. "This was mine but you can have it."

Kurt sniffed delicately. "What's in this?" he asked suspiciously.

Santana shrugged. "Rum and coke. But I'm all done for the night. You know I don't like to mix my alcohol and weed."

"Right," Kurt nodded, gratefully taking the cup from Santana's hand and downing it all in one gulp.

"Woah, slow down there Hummel," Puck said with a laugh. Santana looked at him and grinned. "See I told you the kid could use a chance to blow off some steam."

"Could I ever," Kurt agreed, looking around to see where he could procure more of this nectar of the gods.

"Hey! He's back! Wooo!" Brittany cheered and stood up, nearly falling over in her excitement and intoxication. Kurt leapt up to steady her just as Brittany leaned in to give the newcomer a huge hug, and Kurt was startled to find himself looking into a pair of golden-amber eyes over Brittany's shoulder.

Time and time again we fall into the depths of who we are
But you can't keep running away from what you're trying to find

"What areyoudoing here?"

"Partying." Blaine grinned casually, that same stupid grin he had been flashing Kurt all day and Kurt felt fury rising in his chest as his gaze lingered longer than necessary on Blaine's lips and he felt the blood stirring in the pit of his stomach.

"Isn't it great Kurt?" Santana asked with glee. It was obvious she was inebriated due to the sheer happiness and excitement in her voice. The girl normally prided herself on being a bitchy badass Latina with a penchant for tearing down losers with her cleverly crafted insults. "Blaine is here too! Hanging with us! It's a parrrrrtay!"

"Alright maybe you should sit down," Blaine said, easing both of the cheerleaders back down onto the cushions they had been sitting on earlier. He took a seat next to the two on another cushion, sitting with his legs crossed pretzel-style, looking comfortable and at home. Kurt stared at him in angry shock. He turned away.

"Where ya going Hummel?" Puck called after him.

"To get another drink!" Kurt waved him off as he strode into the kitchen.

The kitchen was a mess with several boys of the douche bag persuasion still ensconced in their keg stand, while some of the looser girls were doing shots off each other's stomachs on the table. Kurt surveyed the room quickly, searching for the liquor. He discovered several glass bottles on the counter. Ah. Tequila. There he was, his old friend. Kurt opened the bottle and poured some in a glass. The clear liquid burned his throat as he swallowed it but he didn't much care. This was about losing himself, not enjoying what he was drinking.

Put yourself through the scariest of scenarios
Enter experiences your normally wouldn't dare to go
It's all for the character and the arrogant afterglow
Of knowing its appearance according to your patterns of growth
And what your parents handed down to you to handle

Kurt downed another glass before he grabbed the bottle and tucked it under one arm as he headed back to the living room, knowing he would need more than just the two glasses if he was going to put up with Blaine the whole night.

When he returned to the living room, his friends were still sequestered in the corner. He sat down in the only empty seat, next to Blaine, but positioning his body as far from him as possible.

"Ooh shots!" Puck cried in excitement, seeing the bottle under Kurt's arm. "Santana get some shot glasses!" Kurt sighed, knowing that it was too late to stop them now.

Santana returned with several shot glasses in hand as well as some lime slices and a shalt shaker. She grinned, holding up her loot. "What's the use in doing shots unless you do them properly?"

"Yay!" Britt clapped in excitement, tugging off her tank top instantly.

"Hey woah, we're not taking body shots!" Kurt exclaimed, realizing the girls' plan.

"Why not?" Santana asked deviously, a glint in her eye as she looked at Kurt.

"I don't want to," Kurt said firmly.

"Well I, for one, would like to do a shot off my sexy girlfriend if you don't mind."

"Whatever, I'm not doing it."

"Hold up, hold up!" Puck said as Santana began licking a wide stripe down the center of Brittany's stomach. She sprinkled the stripe with salt and began pouring the tequila in a shot glass.

"If they're doing body shots, we arealldoing body shots." Puck demanded.

"Puck," Kurt hissed between his teeth.

"Dude, com'on," Puck whispered. "See that girl over there?" he nodded towards a slightly larger, feisty looking redheaded girl who Kurt recognized from a few of the parties over the summer. "That's Lauren. I've been trying to get in her pants for basically forever. We do this, she might realize what she's been missing. But she's not gonna do it if everybody doesn't do it. Please Man. Don't fuck this up for me."

Kurt took a deep breath and sighed. He couldn't say no to Puck anymore, now could he exactly? "Fine," he growled.

"Yay!" Brittany squealed from her lying down position. Santana grinned that evil smile again and placed a lime wedge between Brittany's teeth.

Make sure you carry torches when they're putting out your candles
Prediction can be unkind but unwind them still
Don't erase the part of you that's responsible for your will

Kurt shook his head and watched as Santana straddled her girlfriend and licked up the stripe of salt, then began pouring the shot into Brittany's navel, where she proceeded to lap it up eagerly like a dog. She moved up then and bit the lime that was resting between Brit's teeth, squeezing the sour juices out of it and pulling away with the lime now in her mouth. She removed it with her hand and smiled triumphantly before leaning over to give her girlfriend a long, arduous kiss on the mouth with plenty of tongue, much to the excitement of those watching who cheered and whooped them on.

Kurt found himself watching Blaine, who was laughing and clapping along with everyone else, looking as though he were purely enjoying himself.

Time and time again we fall into the depths of who we are
But you can't keep running away from what you're trying to find

Ugh. Blaine was probably turned on right now. How could he sit here, right next to Kurt, acting all straight, clearly getting excited by the sight of the two girls in front of him, when he had been all over Kurt last night? It was disgusting.

"Blaine," Kurt hissed as Santana shimmied out of her shirt.

"Yeah?" Blaine replied distractedly, not turning his eyes away from the events unfolding before him to answer.

Kurt was annoyed. "Whyare youhere?"

"I told you," Blaine said, looking at Kurt in surprise. "I'm here to party." He smiled again and turned back to cheer on Brittany who was now licking down Santana's stomach.

"Could you stop drooling over the lesbian lovefest over there and pay attention to me for a moment?" Kurt snapped angrily. "If you don't stop staring you're gonna cum in your pants."

"Jealous for my attention huh?" Blaine asked with a raised eyebrow, his eyes now focused back on Kurt.

"Not in the slightest," huffed Kurt. "I just want to know why you're here. These people aren't your friends. Are youstalkingme?"

Blaine looked a little bit pissed off now. "On the contrary, Kurt, these peoplearemy friends. I happen to be friends with the kid throwing this party. We went to school together before I transferred to McKinley. I had no idea Puck and this crowd would be here and Idefinitelynever imagined you'd be here. Not everything revolves around you, Kurt."

Kurt felt a little bit stung by Blaine's comment but he didn't dwell on why. "Then why the fuck would you want to come here?" he retaliated. "You're the king of McKinley. Why would you go to a party that none of your subjects were at? Especially your little girlfriend."

"God, can't I even go to a party without getting the third degree?" Blaine raised an eyebrow at Kurt as everyone erupted into cheers again, Brittany having finished doing the shot off Santana with another provocative display.

As Puck and Lauren began engaging in the activity, Kurt felt Blaine's eyes boring hard into the side of his head.

"What?" he snapped.

"What indeed?" Blaine replied. "I don't get what your deal is Hummel."

"I really just wantyouto leave me alone. If we could make that happen then I'd just be dandy."

"That wasn't really the impression I got last night."

Kurt froze. This was the first time Blaine had made any reference to the events of the previous night, the first time he had even alluded to the fact that he remembered those eventsexisted.

"You were drunk," Kurt said awkwardly with a quick shrug.

"My point exactly. You weren't." Blaine whispered in his ear and Kurt felt chills travelling down his spine.

Well I've seen you and those things you do
And the way you hide the shadows can't be good for you
Your dark defines your light

Kurt swallowed and tried hard to focus on Lauren, who had pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose determinedly with a fierce expression on her face and was now lapping the tequila out of Puck's belly button with the voracity of a jungle cat attacking its prey. Puck appeared to be loving it. It was horrifying. But even that thoroughly distracting sight couldn't take Kurt's mind off the situation at hand.

"Don't pretend with me Kurt," Blaine whispered over the cheering of everyone else. "Don't pretend you don't want me. I'm a pretty smart guy. It's actually kind of insulting."

Kurt gulped again, trying to focus on the other couples in the circle who were doing their body shots off each other now. Blaine's words seemed to have gone straight to his crotch and his heart was beating wildly. He already felt himself growing half hard inside his leather pants. This was not how he wanted this night to go.

There's some utterly damaged particles to deal with
And if I stutter I'm sorry, but it's hard to feel swift
When stuck in my stomach is a cannon ball anchor lift
I've been pushing it down, pretending it doesn't exist

Blaine was still staring at him, but he refused to reply to the boy's statement. And then suddenly, people were yelling at him.

"Your turn Hummel!"

"Come on Ladyface!"

"Shots shots shots shots!"

Kurt looked up at them startled. "I don't have a partner."

"Yes you do!" Brittany skipped over, grabbing Blaine by the head and jerking it to face Kurt. "Blaine can be your partner! Kurt and Blaine! It's perfect!" Kurt looked around and saw the rest of the group smiling at him knowingly. Oh my God. Did they know what had happened between him and Blaine? Was this some sort of trick?

He looked at Blaine who was rather expressionless for once. Santana approached once she saw the boys hesitating.

"Look it boys, I know Blaine's not gay, but don't make this into a bigger deal than it has to be. Quinn will never know," she reassured Blaine. "Now pussy up and let's do this. Rules is rules!" She added with a wink and returned to her place tangled in Brittany's arms.

The rest of the group was still urging them on and Kurt felt his face turning red but he didn't see what other option he had. Shying away from this would be social suicide. Plus Kurt Hummel did not back down from a challenge. He eyed Blaine to see how the curly-haired boy was reacting.

Blaine already had his shirt off, a glint in his eyes as he locked gazes with Kurt. He watched him tauntingly, his eyes daring Kurt to make a move, to take the challenge.

Well this is what happens when you're pissed about being pissed
You dig yourself so deep, you resist just to resist
And there's no way to get back the experiences you missed
So start right now today and risk furiousness for bliss

Kurt took in Blaine's naked upper half lying before him. His chest was broad, a slight dusting of black curls covering the top of it. Well defined pecs and abs, all the same delectable olive color as the rest of his skin. A patch of dark hair gathering at the bottom of his stomach and trailing down to slip beneath the top of his boxers. Blaine was right, Kurtwantedhim. He took a deep breath.

"Alright, lie back Anderson," he ordered. Everyone around them erupted into cheers as the music continued pounding and Kurt somewhat shakily poured himself a shot of tequila.

Time and time again you fall into the depths of who you are
But you can't keep running away from what you're trying to find

Kurt leaned down, the slight buzz of the alcohol he had drank earlier starting to hit him now and endowing him with some courage. He pressed his tongue against the slight rivet in the center of Blaine's stomach, licking down the hot, smooth skin until he got close to Blaine's navel. His flesh was hard and soft at the same time and tasted wonderful. Kurt wanted to keep exploring Blaine's body with his tongue but he stopped himself, pulling back and beginning to sprinkle salt over the wet trail, oblivious to the whooping and hollering going on around him.

Blaine lay very still beneath him, his eyes fluttering open and closed slightly in...pleasure?Kurt could hope but decided it wasn't worth it. He leaned down and positioned his tongue near Blaine's belly button, Blaine's happy trail now brushing his chin tantalizingly. Oh the happy, happy places that trail would lead if only...Kurt shook himself out of it and began to pour. The tequila came out fast and Kurt had all he could do to lap it all up. He felt disgusting, so trashy, licking tequila out of a guy's belly button, and yet he felt incredibly turned on. He could feel Blaine's body trembling slightly beneath his hands which he had placed on Blaine's sides to steady himself.

He finished the tequila and straightened himself for the last act. Somewhat haltingly, but ever aware of the loud encouragement coming from his friends, Kurt bent over and pressed his mouth over Blaine's.

Their lips were painfully close but not close enough. Kurt felt the bitter, firm flesh of the lime in his mouth, his tongue overwhelmed by the sour taste, salivary glands working overtime to flood his mouth. He bit into the slice and sucked, accidentally meeting Blaine's eyes in the process. The boy looked sexy and submissive, his mouth clamped around the lime rind firmly but helplessly, his pupils completely dark and blown with lust. Kurt felt his stomach clench and his cock harden slightly further. Oh God, this was too much.

He pulled away quickly, but he was already sweaty and flushed and well on the way to a full-blown erection. He plucked the lime from his mouth and tossed it on the floor.

"I've got to get some air," he muttered.

"But Blaine has to do a shot off you!" Santana protested.

"Later," Kurt told her, standing up and pushing his way through the throngs of people. He was on fire. He couldn't ever remember being this turned on when he hadn't been actually having sex. The room was spinning with the alcohol and his arousal. He had to get out of here.

He made it to the back door, located in the kitchen and stepped out to the porch. There was a giant swimming pool out back, unsurprisingly, though it was empty of partygoers. The cool water was tempting. Kurt leaned against the house momentarily, deliberating. What the hell. He stripped quickly down to his briefs and jumped.

Kurt! Kurt!

The noise was muffled beneath water, but Kurt could still clearly hear someone calling his name. He wondered if the voice would go away if he just held his breath and didn't resurface.

Kurt! I know you're down there! You're going to run out of air eventually!The garbled voice was yelling at him.

Kurt sighed. The voice was right, he couldn't hold his breath forever. He swam to the top of the pool, sputtering angrily.

"Can't you just leave me alone for five seconds?"

As expected, Blaine was standing there, bathed in moonlight, his shirt still discarded from their earlier adventures. Oh God, he looked positively sculpted in this lighting.

"You don't want me to leave you alone. And if I'm honest," Blaine bent over, slipping his shoes and socks off. "I don't want you to leave me alone either.

"Blaine, stop. Blaine, what are you doing?"

"You won't talk to me," Blaine explained, walking toward the pool.

"That's not true. You haven't even tried!" Kurt protested.

"You want to pretend nothing ever happened." Blaine stated, ignoring Kurt.

"No! I mean well, yes, because I'msmart. I'm just trying to protect both of us. But I wanted to talk about it first. You were the one pretending."

"I don't want to pretend," Blaine said huskily, unbuttoning his jeans. He bent over and in one quick motion, he was down to his boxers.

"Blaine. What are you doing?"

"You won't come to me, so I'm coming to you."

Blaine dove into the water.

He resurfaced in a moment, shaking the water from his hair, the curls now easily visible, dripping though they were. Kurt had made his way to the shallow end, trying to get as far from Blaine as possible, but Blaine made short work of the length of the pool.

"Kurt. Stop playing these games with me."

"I'm not the one playing games," Kurt choked out. "I'm not the one with thegirlfriend."

"I'm not perfect," Blaine said harshly, the hurt coming through in his voice. "I don't have this all figured out. But I know that we want each other and for once in my goddamned life, I'm not going to try and fight what feels right. Ineedto see what this is," He said, gesturing to the two of them.

He was right in front of Kurt then, their bodies ghosting against each other in a teasing manner, just barely separated.

"I need you," Blaine finished, before leaning in and closing his mouth over Kurt's. Every nerve in Kurt's body went on red alert as he felt the bare, dripping skin of Blaine's chest pressed against his own chest, felt their lips molding against each other, pushing against each other and then with each other, never once repeating the same pattern or even giving the same sensations.

Kurt groaned roughly and fisted his hand in Blaine's wet curls, pulling him closer against his body. Blaine responded by tugging on Kurt's bottom lip with his teeth, and then pressing his tongue against the seam of Kurt's lips. His kiss was desperate, his tongue eager. He licked across the seam a few times and then slipped into Kurt's mouth, finding Kurt's own tongue. Kurt gasped as Blaine took his tongue into his mouth and sucked on it hard.

"You're drunk," Kurt panted against Blaine's lips.

"Mm not drunk," Blaine mumbled, sliding his hand from Kurt's neck down his back, pressing against the rippling muscles there, and sinking lower until he reached the waistband of Kurt's briefs. He slipped his hand beneath, squeezing Kurt's ass cheek tightly in his broad hand. Kurt moaned in pleasure.

"How...are...you not...drunk?" He questioned pantingly. "You're at...a party..."

"I didn't drink tonight," Blaine whispered, completely in control of his voice. "I've got my mom's car; I'm driving home."

Kurt had the wherewithal to smile against the workings of Blaine's mouth and murmur, "So you're taking advantage of me in my inebriated state then."

"Something like that," Blaine said with a grin in his voice as he let his finger drift down Kurt's ass crack dangerously low, before sliding it back up again. Kurt bucked against Blaine's hips, more excited than he should've been to feel Blaine's hard-on through his boxers pressing into Kurt's leg.

"You're turned on," He whispered.

"You're doing that thing again, where you talk too much," Blaine noted before moving lips to kiss across Kurt's jaw and all the way down his neck until he found his throat, where he began to suck. Kurt was softly whining, his own erection protesting against his briefs impatiently.

Blaine palmed Kurt's cock through his briefs then, taking his hardness gently in his hand. Kurt moaned at the touch, clutching Blaine's shoulders in pleasure. Blaine brushed his thumb over Kurt's nipple, slowly, painfully slowly, until it formed a harden nub between his touch. He then pinched it, lightly at first, causing Kurt to cry out slightly, and then harder, as he grabbed Kurt through his underwear.

"Wrap your legs around my waist," Blaine instructed, placing his hands around Kurt's waist. Kurt did as asked without protest. He wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck and felt himself being hoisted onto the concrete on the edge of the pool.

Blaine let go. Kurt was now sitting on concrete, his legs dangling down over the pool and into the water. Blaine grasped him again and pulled him forward so that his ass was on the very edge of the pool.

"Just let me do this," Blaine whispered roughly, a hand on each of Kurt's thighs. He leaned in to to kiss him, long and sweet and Kurt knew at that moment that he would say yes to absolutely anything that Blaine wanted.

Blaine slid his fingers into the waistband of Kurt's boxer briefs and tugged them down until they were off completely. He took in the sight of Kurt's cock, pink and big and hard, oh so achingly hard. His mouth watered at the mere sight of it. He looked up into Kurt's eyes, which were a tumultuous blue-green sea of pure desire and also, intense vulnerability. Blaine didn't know how, but he madethisboy, this hard, tough, unflappable boy, come undone.

He leaned in to kiss Kurt sweetly again, reassuringly. He then spit on his hand and began slowly to pump Kurt's cock between his first. Kurt groaned and grabbed a fistful of Blaine's curls with one hand, his other hand propping himself up against the concrete. Blaine smiled at the reaction and increased the friction slightly, enjoying the sound of Kurt's erratic moaning. Finally, as he began to feel the slickness of pre-cum escaping the tip, he gave the beautiful cock one more good thrust and then placed his hand back on Kurt's thigh. He looked into Kurt's eyes and leaned forward.

Blaine had never sucked cock before, and he certainly couldn't have expected to say he enjoyed it. But Kurt tasted salty and tangy and a little bit sweet at the same time, and the fullness in Blaine's mouth was wonderful in a way he had trouble describing.

He first took the tip between his lips, kissing it tenderly and then swirling his tongue around it, tasting the pre-cum and getting used to the feeling of the warm hardness in his mouth. Kurt inhaled sharply at Blaine's actions, almost immediately thrusting his hips up involuntarily. Blaine chuckled and placed his hands on Kurt's hips to steady the boy. He took a little more of Kurt's cock into his mouth, sucking it leisurely. He then pulled off all the way and licked a long stripe up the underside of Kurt's hard-on, paying special attention to the pulsating vein there. Kurt was gripping Blaine's head like it was his lifeline as he drowned, and in a way, he was drowning, drowning in the pleasure and the essence of Blaine, everywhere around him, consuming him.

"Fuck...Blaine..." he managed as Blaine took his cock completely in his mouth again and began to suck hard. He bent forward and took more in until he could feel Kurt's length hitting the back of his throat. He lifted one hand and began toying with Kurt's balls, stroking them and then squeezing them softly. He pulled off for a moment and sucked one ball into his mouth, enjoying the way Kurt clenched his thighs around Blaine's head. He licked at the other ball and then moved back to Kurt's neglected cock.

Kurt was watching Blaine's movements unwaveringly, his eyes completely dark now, turning Blaine on even more. He took Kurt fully in his mouth, placing his hand at the base of the cock where his mouth couldn't quite reach. He swirled his tongue around the sides and continued sucking, bobbing his head on and off at a pace that increased torturously slow.

Blaine soon began to feel Kurt's thighs clenching at a more erratic pace and his breath coming heavier, his mewling and whimpering and trying to buck up against Blaine's firm hand. Blaine increased his pace and continued sucking with zeal.

"Oh...God...fuck...Oh my God..." Kurt was uttering as his toes began to curl under the water. Blaine glanced up and saw Kurt's head tossed back, his dripping hair highlighted in the moonlight, his chest shining like carved marble, his lips parted in pleasure, and eyes closed, breathing heavily. God it was so fucking hot. Blaine didn't know what had possessed him to do this, only that he had felt he had to.

"Blaine...I'm gonna...I'm gonna..." Kurt tried to get his sentence out but Blaine increased his sucking, making forming a coherent sentence nearly impossible.

With a final air-shattering cry, Kurt exploded, his whole body convulsing as he came in Blaine's mouth. Blaine continued to suck him as Kurt continued to shudder, moaning and writhing on the edge of the pool shamelessly. Blaine licked up all of the cum, enjoying Kurt's taste much to his surprise. He worked Kurt through his orgasm until the boy finally stopped shaking and slumped forward in blissed-out exhaustion. Blaine caught him and tilted his head back slightly to kiss him again, letting Kurt taste himself in Blaine's mouth.

He placed his hands on the edge of the pool and pulled himself out of the water as well, allowing Kurt to lay his head back on the concrete. Blaine straddled him and began kissing him more, tenderly, softly, with no agenda other than simply to kiss him. Kurt returned his kisses with his own, sweet, tired ones and Blaine couldn't help but realize how much he had enjoyed this, watching Kurt fall apart like that, how much he had loved being the one to do it, how much he loved kissing Kurt in his orgasm-induced haze.

And it was frightening to realize that if he was being truthful, Blaine didn't want this to have to stop.