Blaine wasted no time in climbing on top of Kurt again once the boy was horizontal. Instead of straddling him to keep him from moving, though, he took a hold of his knees, prying them apart and parting his thighs to settle between them. When he looked up at Kurt's face for a moment, he groaned out loud at the sight that met him – milky skin stained with deep pink blotches of color, high on his cheeks and spreading over his neck and, Blaine was willing to bet, further down to where his shirt was covering his heaving chest. But the absolute best, most thrilling thing about it were his eyes. Blaine couldn't really make out their color in the dark, although his memory did a great job of reminding him of their haunting beauty, but not even the lack of light could hide the sparkle of blatant desire with which they were regarding him.

“Fuck… you really are a thing of beauty, babe.” With that statement, he leaned back down, sinking more firmly into his position between Kurt's legs, and swiftly swallowed the moan the boy emitted in response by pressing their lips together in an open-mouthed kiss, his tongue peeking out to lick over the plush bottom lip before he thrust it in against his. Another whine was drawn into his mouth, the sound sending an electrical impulse down his spine and straight to his cock, and he involuntarily pushed it down hard against Kurt's. Another groan unwittingly ripped from his throat against Kurt's lips as the other Slayer gave off a guttural moan of his own. Suspecting what he did about Kurt, namely that he was the most virginal of virgins, Blaine decided to detach their mouths, despite the fact that every cell in his body screamed at him that that particular action went against every single one of his instincts.

“Was that okay?” he rasped, only to receive a high-pitched whine in response, a pale hand lifting to tangle in his curls and tug him back down, connecting their lips once more, but Blaine quickly pulled away again, repeating the question.

“Fuck, yes. That was more than okay. Please, Blaine…”

And even though he still had doubts about Kurt's readiness – who was he to deny the pretty boy beneath him, begging so prettily? Really, the second Kurt had said yes, it was like a wild animal had taken over his body, and lunged forward, grabbing a fistful of Kurt's hair and yanking his head back as he decided it was time to taste his neck. He intertwined the fingers of their free hands and brought them up beside Kurt's head as the boy himself tugged on Blaine's curls every time he nipped at a particularly sensitive spot. Blaine soon discovered that Kurt loved when he sucked on the skin behind his ear, judging by the ferocity of his hair-pulling, and latched his lips to the spot more firmly, letting his teeth come out to nibble and using his tongue to soothe the mark he was sure would form there.

“That's going to be one hell of a hickey,” Blaine breathed in Kurt's ear before he went on to trail his tongue over the shell, making him gasp and tighten his grip on Blaine's hair and hand.

“I'd kill you if I – mhm… fuck – didn't love your mouth so damn much,” the taller boy admitted in an equally hushed voice.

“Baby… I haven't even begun to show you what my mouth can do. Trust me, when you let me blow you, it will restore your faith in God, even with all the ghastly things we see every day.”

Kurt laughed breathlessly. “I'm curious, but maybe not yet. I'm not that easy, Anderson.”

“Never said you were. But you will let me do this.” Blaine ground his cock against Kurt's, noticing with delight that he wasn't the only one who was fully hard by now, and elicited another moan from Kurt. The boy looked up at him, gasping, “yeah, that I can live with,” before wrapping his legs around Blaine's waist instinctively and pushing up. Just like that, they began to move together in a slow, steady rhythm, Blaine's hips rolling down to be met by Kurt's bucking up. When their lips melded this time, it was hungry, the slide of them together wet and slick as their tongues met outside their mouths, as teeth nipped at lips and moans that wouldn't be contained echoed around them. Blaine took a hold of both of Kurt's wrists and pinned them down with one hand above Kurt's head while his other hand wandered down the pale teen's torso, his sides, his thighs, and finally, back up to his ass, taking a firm handful of the perky flesh and squeezing.

Kurt tore his mouth away and threw his head back, sucking in a harsh gasp of air that he released on another drawn-out moan. Blaine took the opportunity to start sucking at his throat once more. He relished in the taste of salty skin and the other boy's unique scent flooding his senses. It made his cock throb, and his hips ache to pick up speed, but he was determined to make this good for Kurt, was sure slow was what he wanted, until...

“Fuck! Faster, please, please,” Kurt panted, speeding up the rhythm and throwing Blaine off for a second before he picked it back up with another moan and began meeting every one of Kurt's upwards thrusts with a downward one of his own. Sweat was beginning to bead at his temples and his entire body felt taught, his veins like they were on flames, his balls were drawn up tight, ready to release, but he was determined to make the other Slayer cum first. His hand let go of Kurt's and he buried it in his hair once more, pulling at the chestnut strands while Kurt rucked up his shirt and let his hands rest on Blaine's shoulder blades.

“Is this how you pictured it?” Blaine whispered huskily into Kurt's ear. The pale teen whimpered as his arms and legs began to tremble. “Is this how you thought it would be, having me on top of you, me and my hard cock making you feel better than you thought you ever would?” He thrust down harder than before and Kurt cried out, thrashed around as his fingers scratched down Blaine's back, and the action sent a hot current straight to his crotch, fueling the words coming out of his mouth.

“I bet you imagined we'd be doing this naked. I bet you imagined so much more than this…”

Kurt's mouth fell open and his eyes screwed shut as his entire body tensed.

“I bet you would love nothing more than for me to fuck your tight, perfect ass.”

Blaine watched in awe as Kurt came, felt him arch beneath him and the hot pulse of his dick against his, heard as he cried out sharply, just once, before the sound tapered off into soft moans of “Blaine, Blaine, Blaine,” and with that, Blaine could finally let go, could finally let the knot in his abdomen explode and the blistering pleasure shoot up his shaft and through his body with a long, loud groan of Kurt's name.

They stayed like this for a minute, locked in their embrace and panting against the other's mouth, until Kurt suddenly pushed hard at Blaine's shoulder and sent him tumbling off of him to the other side of the bed. The dark-haired boy looked at Kurt with wide eyes, his mind still reeling too much from the best… well, sexual encounter he'd ever had to understand what was going on.

Blaine watched Kurt's lithe form sit up, watched him rest his elbows on his knees and bury his face in his hands, still not really understanding the problem, although it was starting to dawn on him.

“I can't believe this happened.”

It was just a murmur – Kurt probably never intended to say it out loud – but that didn't make it hurt any less. To ward off the unpleasant feeling bubbling up in his chest, Blaine hopped off the bed and forced out a laugh, turning his back on Kurt as he marched towards the bag he'd packed earlier.

“Come on, baby, you didn't seriously think you could resist me forever, did you?” he countered as he dug around for a clean pair of underwear. “Honestly, I am astounded at how good you are at lying to yourself.” He looked over his shoulder at the pale teen with his trademark smug grin, though he probably didn't notice as he seemed to be frozen in his position. “And now that you got a taste… well, suffice it to say, this is only the beginning.”

Kurt looked up, his eyes blazing, his brow furrowed and his lips in a thin line. He was obviously angry, but it didn't stop Blaine's breath from hitching at his beauty. “No, no, no, this is the end. No more. This is never, ever, ever happening again, you hear me?” he replied, his voice as fierce as the look of determination on his face. “And if you ever tell anyb–“

He was cut off by a shout from downstairs. “If you boys are done and decent, could one of you please come help me?” Nick's voice rang through the house. “I was paralyzed in a rather uncomfortable position.”

The look Kurt shot him before he left, despite the spots of pink reappearing on his cheeks and the wince of discomfort when he stood, made Blaine feel like he had been sucker punched. He didn't really understand why it hurt so much – or maybe he did, but didn't want to acknowledge it – but suddenly, he felt really bad for every boy he'd ever walked out on.

Whatever, he thought to himself, pressing down on his chest with one hand against the pressure he suddenly felt in there, like it was ready burst, and swallowing a couple of times to get rid of the lump in his throat as he made his way to the bathroom for a quick shower. I've never needed anyone and I sure as hell won't start now.

As soon as he was done, he grabbed his bag and quietly snuck downstairs. He thought he heard his name being dropped in the murmured conversation the other Slayer and his Watcher were having, but he didn't stick around to find out. Instead, he closed the door behind him silently and took off into the night.

“I cannot believe you, you, did… that! With him,” Nick hissed as Kurt carried him to the couch, which he had laid out with cut up trash bags so the Watcher wouldn't soil the fabric of the vintage piece of furniture with Chirago slime. He looked up at the ceiling when the sound of the shower stopped.

“I don't think you're in a position to judge me when I'm carrying you around like the baby you are.”

“Kurt, I'm serious! What were you thinking?”

“I wasn't!” the Slayer whisper-shouted, chancing a quick glance into the hall to check whether Blaine was standing there before he continued. “Blaine… kind of shanghaied me.”

“He forced you?”

“No, it means he is very attractive and I was so taken aback when he kissed me, I didn't give it a second thought. Could we stop talking about this now? I'm hate myself enough as it is; you don't need to add to that.”

Nick sighed. “I'll stop… for now. Don't think you're off the hook though. What you and Blaine did was reckless and you cannot afford for it to influence your dynamic on the field. It's –“

“Kill or be killed out there, I know, and if I lose focus for one second, it may very well lead to the first.” Kurt stood up straight after depositing his Watcher on the Couch and took a deep breath, glancing at the stairs again before he exhaled slowly. “I guess I should… make amends, or set things straight, or whatever. There's something else going on, you know, concerning the demon, and I think it would be best if it came from Blaine, not me.”

The pale teen rushed up the stairs with a thumping heart. He knew he'd been the one to cast Blaine off, but that didn't mean that having to look at him immediately after was any easier. His friends in Glee Club usually had more time to regroup after a… hook-up so he had no secondhand experience in how Blaine, or he himself, would react. And it didn't help at all that he knew that that was all it was. A meaningless hook-up. He didn't care about Blaine's past when it came to this, because he'd still let a grade A douchebag, who thought of seduction and sex as a sport, have one of his firsts.

He was still lost in thought when he reached Blaine's door and found it wide open. Without a second thought, he charged inside, his stomach twisting up with nerves and bad premonitions and sure enough: He found the room cleaned out. No sign of the bag or Blaine. For a moment, he spun around, hoping against hope that he'd find him standing in the doorway, smirking and about to spout off some obnoxious bullshit, or even that he'd jump up from behind the shelf with a “boo!” but he knew.

Blaine was gone.                                                                        

The Slayer flew back downstairs, found his phone, ignored Nick's confused questions and dialed the familiar number.

“Hello? Sorry to wake you. I need your help. I need you to do a Locator spell. The human variety. Can you come to Nick's?”