Blaine found himself immensely enjoying the company of Kurt, more than he ever expected possible. There was much more to the pretty face, quick wit, dry sarcasm and the sex appeal he absolutely oozed. They actually had a lot of things in common.

Blaine discovered that they were both bullied in high school for their sexuality. So Blaine decided to reveal that bullying was the reason why he transferred to Dalton and focused on his studies so he could get out of Ohio and move to New York as soon as possible, where they were clearly a lot more accepting. Any sort of criticism or indifference from his peers or father only made him all the more motivated.

Kurt told Blaine about a bully named Dave Karofsky who tormented Kurt all through high school, but he was just lashing out because he turned out to be gay himself. Blaine found it fascinating that despite the pain this bully inflicted, and even robbing Kurt of his first real kiss; Kurt still helped him through his coming out phase, and stuck by his side when Karofsky's own friends turned on him.

What struck awe to Blaine most about this tale was that Kurt was clearly a genuinely kind and decent person. Selfless, even. He's not insecure about himself whatsoever, and believes that being vague wastes precious time needed for living. This explained Kurt's forwardness and blunt attitude. Although Blaine agreed with his philosophy on some level, they were sort of polar opposites in this department, and Blaine found it to be comforting that they could share so much, yet be so unalike.

Most surprising of all, like Kurt promised, they haven't been having any sex. Well certainly some heated make-out sessions and a bit of groping, but Blaine suspected that Kurt wanted to display the fact that he kept his word, and he really wanted something with Blaine that was more than physical.

One Friday evening at Blaine's (mostly to get away from Quinn and Rachel's sexapades), Kurt decided he wanted to cook dinner and stay in to save some money. Blaine objected at first, saying he had plenty of money to take them out, but Kurt insisted he wanted their 6th date to be something special.

Blaine wasn't really sure what Kurt was cooking, but it smelled delicious; Italian perhaps. Blaine came up from behind and wrapped his arms around Kurt, fiddling with the little apron Kurt wore and kissed his neck lovingly.

"Hey you," Kurt said, and Blaine smiled, dragging his lips up the pale expanse of delicious neck.

"Thank you," Blaine breathed in his ear, stroking Kurt's abdomen, swaying their pressed bodies back and forth.

Kurt chuckled softly, laying down the ladle, and leaning into Blaine's touch. "For what?"

"Making me happy," Blaine responded, flicking Kurt's earlobe with his tongue, dragging his nose through Kurt's hair, inhaling deeply. "I can't remember the last time I've felt so carefree and content."

Kurt's breathing faltered as he stroked Blaine's arm, making his hair stand on end. The chemistry between them was unbelievable. Every time, even with the smallest gesture or if any contact was initiated, it felt like an electric current flowed between them.

Kurt turned his head, his neck straining to kiss Blaine languorously for a minute, before pulling away and smiling.

"Now shoo, I need to make sure our dinner is perfect."

Blaine smacked Kurt's butt, and went into his study to finish grading assignments and writing out a lesson plan for next week. He actually had a clear head tonight, considering that Kurt (his student no less!) was in his apartment, they were a couple, and nobody knew about it! Blaine wanted to scream his joy from the rooftops. He was just so proud that Kurt was his boyfriend, he hated that he had to hide it. But he always reminded himself it was very important that nobody found out outside their close knit group of friends.

Once dinner was ready, they shared stolen glances and flirtatious smiles across the table. Blaine's mouth felt like it was orgasming because of the meal Kurt had made. It was Alfredo bow-tie noodles with parsley and he didn't know what else, but it was probably the most amazing thing he has ever eaten in his life.

"So what's the plan for tonight," Blaine questioned after swallowing a mouth full of food.

Kurt shrugged. "I'm not really sure yet. But I do have a proposal."

"Oh?" Blaine lifted a triangular brow, trying not to smile. Usually when Kurt 'proposed' things, they were almost always good news.

"Yes," Kurt set his fork down on the table, lacing his fingers together, leaning his chin on them. "I was wondering if I could stay the night tonight."

Blaine's heart picked up pace, but he remained relatively outwardly calm. "So, are you saying-"

"No a sleepover doesn't have to mean sex," Kurt giggled, reading Blaine's thoughts. "I just wanted to sleep in your arms tonight, if that's alright with you."

Blaine's face stretched out with a huge grin. "Well of course it is!"

Kurt examined his nails, looking non-chalant. "However, this doesn't necessarily mean that sex is off the table."

Blaine blushed, feeling his body react to Kurt's words. Clearly his dick didn't find the idea objectionable, and his mind agreed wholeheartedly because things have been going so well as of late. I mean, what were they waiting for?

"True," Blaine said lowly, voice laced with arousal. Kurt looked up and met his gaze, quirking his mouth.

"C'mon," Blaine said suddenly, grabbing Kurt's wrist and forcing him to sit on the living room couch.

"But the dishes need to be rinsed off," Kurt protested, looking slightly displeased but curious all the same.

"They can wait," Blaine assured, kissing Kurt deeply while making with his belt buckle.

"Oh, I like where this is going," Kurt murmured with excitment, lifting himself up slightly as Blaine slid his pants and underwear all the way down to his ankles.

"I just wanted to give you a little something, something," Blaine said, staring to tickle the sensitive flesh of Kurt's thighs.

Kurt shivered, threading his fingers in Blaine's uncharacteristically un-gelled hair, whining softly.

"Kurt, your legs are just so firm, fuck," Blaine groaned.

Blaine ran his hands over Kurt's thighs and watched as Kurt became hard under his teasing touch. Blaine leaned down and started mouthing at the head of Kurt's cock, illicting a breathy moan from the younger man.

As Blaine gripped Kurt's shaft firmly, he sunk all the way down as far as he could go, humming around him. He sucked all the way to the tip again, hollowing out his cheeks before flicking his tongue on the underside of the head. Kurt's toes curled and he pulled Blaine's hair slightly, writhing in pleasure.

Giving head was one of Blaine's favorite things to do for a lover, and he'd been dreaming about doing it to Kurt ever since they slept together last. That time, they went straight to the nitty gritty (namely with another dude in the room), but Blaine really wanted to experience all aspects of Kurt. Blaine was especially keen of foreplay, and he relished in the feel of Kurt's heavy cock in his mouth.

Blaine removed his hand from Kurt's cock and sunk so low that the head brushed the back of his throat. Kurt looked down at him, pupils blown wide, pink mouth open and gasping. Kurt couldn't get over the sight of Blaine looking up at him under his thick lashes, his lips stretched tightly around him. It was then he realized Blaine was trying to communicate something, and Kurt was having a hard time thinking straight because he was so, so close.

Blaine moaned around Kurt again, sending a delicious vibration up his length and he nodded slightly, looking Kurt straight in the eye. Kurt didn't quite understand until Blaine prodded his hips forward, forcing Kurt's cock in deeper.

Kurt's mouth made a perfect "O" realizing what Blaine was offering. Kurt was so used to having to use all his energy in restraining from thrusting into the tight, wet heat whenever he was getting a blow job, but Blaine was insinuating for him to just go for it.

Kurt gave an experimental thrust, and Blaine relaxed his throat, his gag reflex failing to kick in. Satisfied, Kurt grabbed Blaine's hair roughly and slid in until he was fully sheathed, causing Blaine to groan again.

It was so fucking hot, seeing Blaine like this. It was almost better than seeing him being fucked under him (well, maybe) because there was actually light in this room, and Kurt could see his beautiful face just taking him.

Kurt fucked his face quick and dirty before he was coming hotly down Blaine's throat, seeing stars and Blaine swallowed easily, thoroughly enjoying the taste of Kurt than he had of Sebastian.

Blaine pulled off with an obscene slurp, looking satisfied with the fact that Kurt was already looking completely blissed out and heavy-lidded.

"Thank you for that, Blaine," Kurt sighed, completely relaxed into the cushions.

"You are so welcome," Blaine grinned, helping Kurt put his pants back on with some difficulty.

"I'm so glad you're my teacher, you can teach me a few things."