"Kurt, I know what you're thinking, but you don't need to worry."

Kurt crossed his arms, but didn't reply.

Blane sighed, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. "I'm not even going to drink, so you can this time if you want."

Kurt twisted his seat, allowing his eyes to rake over Blaine until they met his shining eyes. "I'm sorry, Blaine. I don't know why I feel this way, I guess I just remember all too well you kissing Rachel Berry's face, when I wanted it to be me instead."

Blaine placed one hand on top of Kurt's and started stroking his knuckles affectionately, eyes staring ahead at the black street.

"Oh, I was an idiot back then. So don't be sorry. Just know that I love you, and I only have eyes for you."

Blaine glanced away from the road for a moment to meet Kurt's gaze. They both gave each other a small smile.

Kurt twisted his palm up and laced their fingers together, humming to the soft background radio.

—-

When they arrived, the party was already in full force. Everybody was stressed all week about the midterms, so now that they were over, they wanted to celebrate.

The bass beat made the house vibrate, and various colors shined through the windows with it. Kurt prayed that the cops weren't going to be called by irritated neighbors.

Blaine took Kurt's hand and they made their way in, hanging their coats and peering around at the chaos.

Thankfully, it was mostly Glee and Jazz band kids, but there were several others that Kurt didn't recognize. They looked old enough to be in college. Puck really did know everybody, but they all knew he was just trying to get over Lauren.

"Hey, dudes! Welcome!" Finn stumbled over to them, shoving drinks into their hand.

Blaine smiled politely, handing his drink to Kurt, who was already sipping. "Thanks, but I'm DD tonight. This is Kurt's night to have fun."

Finn looked nervous, but then shrugged. "C'mon, let's go watch beer pong! It's pretty intense. Mike and Puck are on a huge winning streak. They've won 11 rounds, and nobody can beat them!"

Kurt smirked around the rim of his cup. "Not for long. They'll be passing out soon."

"Want to play, baby? They've got nothing on us," Blaine slipped a hand around Kurt's waist, holding him close.

"Sure! As long as I can have more of this, it's delicious!"

They squeezed through the crowd of people, and Blaine nearly tripped over Artie, who was spinning in horrifyingly dizzy circles around Rachel, both were singing at the top of their lungs. Over in the corner, Tina watched laughing hysterically with Mercedes, who was wrapped around her monstrous new boyfriend, Bubba.

Near the speakers there was a small stage where Santana and Brittany had just gone from strip-tease dancing to making out.

There was a roar of applause as they made their way to the beer pong table. Both Puck and Mike had their shirts off as they chest-bumped and fist-pumped in victory.

"Aww…. give me a break! You guys are cheating," one of the college girls slurred, her arm draped over her friend's shoulder. "We're going to go dance, so screw you guys." The girls slumped away, tripping over each other.

"Who's up next?" Puck declared in a booming voice.

Kurt, most gracefully twirled toward the table and bowed, all somehow keeping his drink steady. Blaine followed suit, hand on hip with as much sass as possible.

"You shall feel the wrath of Unicorn, for Blaine and I shall defeat you," Kurt exclaimed.

Puck laughed heartily and then said, "Bring it!"

On Blaine's first try, his ping pong ball fell straight into the one of the cups, and he smiled smugly. "That's my man!" Kurt yelled.

Mike cursed, but his face was set with determination.

—-

The game wore on, and it was really close. More people started to swarm, watching interestedly. Apparently it was the closest game of the night.

Kurt kept having to drink Blaine's beer, so along with the mixed drink he had beforehand, he was starting to feel pretty drunk. Kurt kept placing sloppy kisses on Blaine's cheek, taking his hand and making him dance between turns. Blaine just giggled, because he had never seen his boyfriend so carefree and without inhibitions.

Both teams only had one cup left. Puck closed his eyes and then breathed deeply through his nose. If he made it, they would win once again. Mike eyes were boring into the cup across the table, as if willing it capture the ball at any cost.

Puck curved his arm, bounced it and as Kurt and Blaine tried to grab the ball at the same time, they clashed and then missed. The ball sank into the cup gloriously.

Cheers erupted around them, and the boys threw their arms up in the air and hollared triumphantly. Puck then hip thrusted and shouted, "Suck it!"

Kurt gave him his best bitch face, "Uh, I'd rather not."

Blaine shrugged and made his way over to shake their hands. "Good game, man."

Kurt just started dancing because a particularly awesome song came on. Kurt jumped when Blaine slid an arm around him once again and whispered in his ear, "Sorry we lost."

Blaine's breath tickled his ear, and sent trills up his spine. Everything was warm and fuzzy in his body, and having Blaine this close made him tingle. Kurt then realized was very suddenly, atrociously horny.

Kurt grinned, pulling Blaine closer to him and whispered back, "Oh, that's okay, I can make it up to you. You played far better than I did, after all."

Blaine shivered, and then pulled back to look at Kurt, a triangular eyebrow quirked curiously. "Oh?"

Kurt nodded enthusiastically, and then grabbed Blaine's hand leading him away from everyone else.

They arrived in a deserted hallway. There were still decorations, but the music was muffled here. Kurt reached out blindly and gripped a door frame. "In here."

"A bathroom?" Blaine asked, but even through his haze, Kurt could tell he was nervous.

Kurt pulled Blaine in, then closed and locked the door behind them. The bathroom was huge, wildly accessorized and smelled of peaches and apricots. This was probably Puck's mom's bathroom.

Kurt pressed Blaine gently against the door and started mouthing against his neck. Blaine's adam's apple bobbed as he hummed pleasurably in his throat.

Kurt then un-tucked Blaine's shirt dragging his fingers over his hot flesh. Kurt relished in the contours of Blaine's abs, and loved the way the coarse hair felt under his fingertips.

Kurt started sucking on Blaine's collarbone, and then one of his hands traveled lower, cupping Blaine's straining erection through his jeans.

Blaine started to whimper, his grip on Kurt's hips got even tighter as he started putting pressure on his cock.

Kurt started nibbling on Blaine's earlobe, fisting his other hand in Blaine's un-gelled curls.

"Kurt. I need. Guh, ugnnh. Please," he begged. The palming and friction just wasn't enough.

Kurt growled and then immediately took his hands off Blaine, reaching for his own pants, and undoing them. When Blaine heard Kurt's zipper, he started shaking in anticipation, doing the same.

What Blaine didn't realize was that Kurt had pulled his pants, and boxers down to mid thigh, and did the same to Blaine. Both their erections sprang free against each other.

Kurt then thrusted unexpectedly, causing Blaine's cock to slide between Kurt's thighs.

"Oh my god," Kurt gasped, and Blaine moaned, smacking his head against the door.

Blaine slid his cock slowly forward and back, heart jumping in his throat at the sound of their skin finally together and how amazing it felt. Everything was just so intense.

Every time Blaine was flush against his boyfriend, Kurt could feel the head of his cock trail dangerously close to his asshole. This made him feel the most lust he had never felt in his life. So needy, that it almost scared him.

"Blaine," Kurt whined as they started rutting against each other. Blaine grabbed Kurt firmly by the shaft, sliding his thumb through the slit and pre-come gathering at the head.

He started pumping Kurt frantically; they were both becoming completely undone. Kurt tightened his thighs together as Blaine started to thrust between his legs, tantalizing Kurt's balls in the best of ways.

Kurt came with a shout, splattering both their stomachs and Blaine's fist with his seed. Blaine followed suit quickly after, not really caring if he just shot his load across the bathroom.

After they both rode out their orgasms, Kurt slumped against Blaine, head on his shoulder and breathing harshly.

Kurt shuttered, "I.. I can feel you on me, oh Jesus."

Blaine's eyes started to droop, his ears still ringing from the intensity of the pleasure. "Hmmm..?"

Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand that was already covered in Kurt's come, and forced him to reach around and dip his fingers between his cheeks. Blaine got the message and reached lower until he could feel the tight hole that was Kurt's entrance. Blaine felt some of his own come gathered there.

"Oh my god.." Blaine moaned, and then starting swirling his finger softly.

Kurt gasped and started shaking. "Blaine, I want you to fuck me so bad."

The thought made Blaine's cock twitch in interest, but he withdrew his finger. Kurt whined at the loss.

"I don't think we're ready for that yet," Blaine whispered, petting at Kurt's back.