Kurt looked around Blaine's apartment. To his surprise, it felt all brand new. The place looked like one of those apartments when someone had just fully unpacked and set everything up to perfection. When he walked through the front door, he was in the living room. A quaint section with a flat screen television hanging on the wall, a simple cream and brown couch facing the television with a glass coffee table and olive green rug in front of the couch. A bookshelf stood to the left of the television, showing rows and rows of movies after movies. A few framed pictures sat here and there between all the rows of movies.

To the left of the living room sat a small but very high-tech kitchen. No dirty dishes cluttered the sink or counters and everything just looked so brand new. Two doors sat off to the side, were open. One revealed a dark bedroom that was so dark, Kurt couldn't make out what was all in it besides an unmade bed. The other door revealed a simple but nice-sized bathroom.

“It's not much, but I seriously consider it the best home I could ever have,” said Blaine, who was hanging up his coat and scarf, grabbing Kurt's coat and scarf to put up on the coat rack next to his.

Kurt smiled. “It's quaint and boldly comfortable. I love it,” commented Kurt as a response.

Blaine somehow managed to smirk, walking over to Kurt as he wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist. Kurt blushed, suddenly shy and embarrassed about the fact that he was very inexperienced when it came to stuff like this. “Blaine...you should know...” Kurt gulped visibly. “I don't know what it's like to have a boyfriend. Hell, I don't even know what I'm supposed to do as a boyfriend. I've...I'm so inexperienced,” murmured Kurt, who now found it hard to keep eye contact with Blaine. “I never had a boyfriend before.”

Kurt felt Blaine curl a finger underneath his chin, lifting his face up until Kurt's eyes met with Blaine's soft hazel eyes. “Hey, it's okay. I know the feeling. All I can say is...things will come naturally. Trust me,” said Blaine, leaning in slightly, unable to wait any longer to kiss Kurt.

Kurt's pulse was racing as he feared greatly that Blaine would hear his heartbeat clearly at the distance he was at. “I t-trust you,” he stuttered as he looked down at Blaine's lips.

Kurt then shook his head. “B-before we do...anything...we need to talk about a few things,” said Kurt, forcing himself out of Blaine's inviting and warm arms, shaking his brain from his daydream of kissing Blaine here and now.

Kurt plopped down on the sofa as Blaine soon followed Kurt, sitting down next him. “Right,” he said, remembering what he had said earlier.

“First off, I'm truly sorry for kissing you Saturday,” started Kurt as his cheeks turned a deep shade of red. “I didn't mean to make what happened, happen.”

Blaine licked his lips and let out a puffy sigh, placing his hand closest to Kurt on Kurt's knee. The very touch sent a shiver followed by a shock rippling throughout Kurt's body, suddenly feeling as if he needed more. “I understand Kurt. To be honest, I had to fight against my every will not to advance on you anymore than you did on me,” blurted Blaine. “Kurt, I have messed up relationships before me. I can be careless. But for you, somehow, I can't be careless. I don't want to screw this up. I...really care about you, Kurt.”

Kurt couldn't believe what he was hearing. Blaine's voice was so soft, gentle, and so full of meaning. It made his heart clench. “Blaine...I...really care about you too,” replied Kurt.

Blaine smiled and scooted closer until their sides were pressed together, sending Kurt in a pinch of torture. “Now, as a conclusion to this discussion, I'd like to go over some things we definitely need to pay more attention to with our relationship. Around others, you must refer to me as 'Mr. Anderson'...although I really hate being called that, we can't kiss anywhere on school grounds or even around anyone we know, and I expect a dinner together at least twice a week,” said Blaine, a coy smile set to his lips.

Kurt smiled widely and laughed. No problem as far as that dinner goes. “Is that all?” he asked, still laughing at how cute and silly Blaine was being.

“Nope. One more thing.”

“And what's that?”

“If I see Chris flirting with you again, I swear I'll lose it,” he said, chuckling as he shook his head. “Just please don't lead him on or do anything that could get his hopes up,” begged Blaine. “I want you to be mine.”

Kurt raised an eyebrow, enjoying what he was hearing. Kurt moved so that he was sitting on his legs on the couch, his body facing Blaine as his knees touched Blaine's thigh. He boldly placed a hand on Blaine's knee and the other on the nape of Blaine's neck. “You have no idea how much you being jealous for something as small as that little conversation with him today turns me on,” said Kurt, his cheeks still beat red.

Blaine gulped, his eyes locked on Kurt's. He froze, suddenly unable to think of what he should do. He didn't want to advance on Kurt when it was clear that Kurt was doing the advancing this time. Kurt smiled, seeing the flame of passion and lust flicker in Blaine's eyes. He was loving this moment. He leaned in slowly until their lips slowly formed together. Blaine instantly let out a tiny moan as Kurt moved over so that he was sitting astride Blaine's lap. Kurt cupped Blaine's face as Blaine placed his hands on Kurt's waist, tracing Kurt's lips with his tongue in search of entrance.

Instantly, blood began to rush south. Kurt's dress pants tightened as Kurt parted his lips slowly just to feel the warm moisture of Blaine's tongue on his. He used to think French Kissing was disgusting, but this wasn't anywhere close to that. This was amazing, exciting, and heavenly. It felt so incredible. Kurt let out a moan before he realized he had let it out. Blaine's pressure on Kurt's lips increased as his hands slid down to Kurt's hips teasingly.

Needing to relieve the harsh pressure on his lips, Kurt moved his lips from Blaine’s, immediately hearing a whine come from Blaine. He pressed his lips to Blaine's cheek, trailing small and gentle butterfly kisses down Blaine's neck until he stopped at the bare collar bone that shown from Blaine's loose dress shirt that Blaine had unbuttoned the first two buttons earlier.

“Oh my God, Kurt...” murmured Blaine.

Kurt hummed in response, kissing the spot repeatedly. Blaine felt his pants begin to tighten, feeling himself begin to get hard at the kisses of Kurt's lips on his skin. Kissing below Blaine's neck was a huge turn-on for him. Kurt, on the other hand, found being gripped by the hips his major turn-on.

Blaine's hands lightly gripped Kurt's hips in a rough way as his jaw clenched. “I need to kiss you. Now,” Blaine whined.

Obeying Blaine out of nature, Kurt stopped kissing his collar bone and quickly moved up so that he could passionately press his lips to Blaine's. Kurt was now grabbing fistfuls of Blaine's dark curls as he fought against the strange urge to rock his hips against Blaine. He never felt this feeling before.

Kurt had gotten hard-ons before. But never had he felt the need to rock his hips, to grind. His heart increased its beat as his body began to tremble above Blaine's kiss.

A growl erupted from Blaine's throat as Kurt suddenly found himself laying down on the couch, Blaine atop him. “Damn I wanna grind into you so bad,” hissed Blaine as Blaine's lips moved down to sucking a hickey into Kurt's neck.

Kurt sucked in a gasp as he felt his hands get pinned down above his head. The dominant side of Blaine was somehow turning Kurt on all the more. Kurt let out a whine that sounded like he was being tortured. Blaine took that as a sign to begin moving his hips.

Kurt threw his head back until his neck was relaxed as he felt Blaine suck on his neck. A loud moan escaped his mouth as he felt Blaine's hard-on rub against his, causing him to gasp once again. This had never happened to him before...and to tell the truth, he was wondering how he survived without this. He felt as if he had died and had run off to heaven, even though the friction wasn't all that good due to the layers between them.

It didn't take long before Kurt felt something warm and strong begin to build up at his core. Suddenly panicking, his breath quickened. “Blaine...Blaine, I think I'm...I'm-”

Blaine knew exactly what was happening. He was feeling it himself. His way of responding involved the increase of his hips movements. When Kurt's body shuddered followed by a slow moan, Blaine did the same, biting his tongue to hold back the moan for the moment, only wanting to hear Kurt's.

Kurt's mind soon came to his senses. He had just ruined a pair of his favorite dress pants. A flash of disappointment to what he allowed himself get into ran through him, soon flowing away when he felt Blaine's lips back on his.