Blaine donned a hat and took them to the beach for a few hours, followed by a trip to the Hollywood sign and the Walk of Fame. They stumbled back to Blaine’s, tired, where Blaine sprung a surprise on Brittany and Santana.

“You two hit the shower and put on your nicest clothes,” he told them.

“Why?” Santana asked, her eyebrow arched.

“Because I’ve booked you two a romantic dinner date, and then Charles is going to take you on a tour of LA at night.”

Brittany clapped her hands happily and bounced up and down. “Okay, I know you’re only doing this so you can get me and Brittany out of here so you can schtupp Sir Ladyhair in peace…. but damn, Anderson,” Santana replied, “you are smooth.”

“I just want you two to have a fun night out,” Blaine insisted, smiling. If that meant that he and Kurt were alone for hours, well… so be it.

“So you two can have a fun night in?” she teased.

“Shower, Santana,” Kurt ordered, breaking it up. Blaine laughed at her indignant expression.

“Now I know who wears the pants in the relationship,” she snarked, getting up from the couch. The boys retreated to Blaine’s room, watching a movie, while the girls became a flurry of activity.

He and Kurt saw them off into Charles’ capable hands, and then Blaine turned to Kurt with a smile.

“So was it really all a ruse to get me here alone?” Kurt asked.

“What do you think?” Blaine asked softly.

“I think you’re a brilliant, brilliant man,” Kurt answered, kissing him softly and then pulling back. “Statues should be built in your honor.”

“I’ll make a note,” Blaine murmured, leaning in for another kiss. “I just figured that we’d be with our families next week and there’d be no time for…anything.”

“Yeah,” Kurt breathed out, finding Blaine’s lips with his own. “Let’s… move this into the other room.”

Blaine let Kurt lead him back down the hallway and into his room. “I was thinking,” he began quietly, “that in the spirit of trying new things… we could maybe try something we talked about the other night?” Blaine finished in a rush, his words running together. He couldn’t look Kurt in the eye.

It would all be okay if Kurt said no, if he said he only wanted to do the things they’d already done. Blaine loved those things, those moments when he and Kurt were literally wrapped around each other, moving together. It was just that ever since Kurt had brought up the idea of more, Blaine’s need for more had increased.

He only hoped Kurt would say yes.

“What did you have in mind?” Kurt wanted to know, sounding breathless. His eyes were wide and Blaine could see desire flashing in them. A blush of color stole across his cheeks and Blaine finally met his gaze.

“Well,” Blaine said, moving closer to Kurt. He lifted his arm and reached out his hand, stroking the soft skin of Kurt’s arm lightly. Kurt shivered and a thrill went through Blaine. He loved the way that Kurt responded to his touch. “I was thinking that I’d start by giving you a message,” he started, “following by a mind blowing orgasm.”

Kurt inhaled sharply. “B-Blaine,” he stuttered out, his eyes wider, if that was possible.
“I wondered if you might let me put my fingers inside you,” Blaine whispered, letting his hand slide from Kurt’s elbow to his hip, stroking lightly. Blaine ghosted a kiss across Kurt’s lips and Kurt whimpered.

“You don’t play fair,” he whined. “Yes,” Kurt agreed. Blaine’s heart jumped at his tone and his cock was definitely paying attention now. “Yes to all of it.”

“Okay,” Blaine breathed out. “Okay, go – take your clothes off,” he managed to get out, “and then lie down on the bed.”

Blaine moved to the nightstand when Kurt went for the buttons on his shirt. Normally he’d be all about watching Kurt strip his clothes off but he knew if he did that right now, he’d pounce on Kurt and his plans to make this one of the best experiences they’d ever had together would go right out the window.

He saw Kurt fold up his clothes and set them on his bag out of the corner of his eye before climbing onto the bed and stretching out to lie on his stomach. Blaine drank him in for a moment: his creamy skin, his long legs. He knew that Kurt’s skin would feel like silk against his fingers and they actually twitched, instinctively reaching for Kurt.

“What?” Kurt’s voice was soft and light. Blaine met his gaze again, seeing that he had curled a pillow under his head and had his arms around it. His head was turned so that he was facing Blaine, watching him.

“You’re beautiful,” was the only thing Blaine could think to say.

“I love you,” Kurt replied. Blaine was struck as a wave of emotion washed over him. Kurt must have seen something on his face because he smiled encouragingly at Blaine. Blaine quickly pulled a few things out of the drawer on his stand – a bottle of lavender scented massage oil and bottle of lube. He set them on the stand and then moved; he turned on a couple of battery operated scented candles and then turned the lamp off.

Satisfied that the proper mood had been set, Blaine made his way back to the bed and crawled up next to Kurt. “You really thought this out, didn’t you?” Kurt commented.

“I was going for romantic,” Blaine admitted. “How am I doing?”

“So far, you’re getting an A for effort,” Kurt answered as Blaine stretched out beside him. Blaine kissed his lips gently.

“Good,” he said, reaching over and picking up the massage oil. He took a moment to strip down to his underwear and then moved so he was straddling Kurt, pretty much perched on his ass.

Kurt made a noise and shifted under the weight. “Uncomfortable?” Blaine questioned, concerned. Kurt shook his head. “If you want me to stop, just tell me,” he instructed and Kurt nodded his promise.

Blaine opened the oil and drizzled some out onto his hand. He closed the bottle and dropped it on the bed beside them, rubbing his hands together to spread the oil around and warm it up. Leaning forward, Blaine ran his hands lightly across Kurt’s shoulders, spreading the oil and soothing the skin. Kurt made a noise and started, but then relaxed at his touch.

Blaine needed no further encouragement, pressing his fingers into Kurt’s muscles, working out the knots. Kurt’s groans and exclamations filled the air, making Blaine’s cock harder, if that was possible. Blaine wondered if Kurt knew the effect he had.

Blaine worked Kurt over until he was limp on the bed.

“You still with me?” Blaine asked softly.

“Mmmm,” Kurt murmured, “feel good.”

“Good,” Blaine replied. “I’m going to… go lower.”

“’Kay,” Kurt whispered. Blaine leaned over Kurt and picked up the hand towel he’d stashed on the nightstand earlier. His erection pressed against Kurt’s ass and he moaned, pressing back against Blaine. Blaine’s eyes crossed at the pressure on his cock – he’d been hard for so long at this point he thought he might come right then. He took a deep breath and wiped his hands off on the towel before grabbing the bottle of lube with shaking fingers.

“If this hurts in anyway or you don’t like it, you need to tell me,” Blaine reminded him.

“I will,” Kurt promised quietly. That said, Blaine lubed up a couple of his fingers and slid back so that he was kneeling between Kurt’s legs. Blaine spread Kurt’s ass cheeks, staring at him. The other night, when Kurt let him use his tongue was an experience that Blaine would never forget. He hadn’t been lying when he said it was something he’d always wanted to try. He’d had no idea he’d like it so much or that Kurt would like it so much. Thinking back on that, Blaine bent down and blew lightly across Kurt’s hole. Kurt made a startled noise and Blaine couldn’t help smiling. His tongue darted out and licked stripe right across Kurt’s entrance.

“Blaine,” Kurt gasped out. Blaine took that as a good sign.

“Ready?”

“Yes, God, just… stop teasing.” Kurt’s voice was muffled by the pillow he was still clutching. Blaine took a deep breath, running his finger along Kurt’s crack and then pushing the tip inside.

Kurt inhaled loudly, tensing. Blaine froze, afraid to move. He ran his free hand along the back of Kurt’s thigh. “Relax.”

“I’m trying,” Kurt replied. “Just… move.” Blaine waited another moment and slid his finger in a farther.

“How does it feel?” Blaine wanted to know. He’d never done it to himself. He had no idea how it was supposed to feel, other than good.

“Weird,” Kurt exhaled. “Full. It kind of burns a little, but not… bad. Keep going.”

Blaine didn’t need any further prompting. He moved his finger around slowly, letting Kurt get used to the sensations. Kurt shifted on the bed.

“Could you maybe… faster?” he requested. Blaine complied, speeding up the motion of his finger. He could hear little noises that Kurt was making and noticed that Kurt was rocking his hips against his hand.

“Do you think you could take two?” Blaine whispered. Kurt nodded after a long moment. Blaine made sure his middle finger was covered in lube too and then pushed it in alongside the first one. Kurt hissed but then moaned.

“Oh, God.”

Blaine took that as a sign to keep going. Kurt’s noises were bordering on obscene, even more so than the other night. Smug satisfaction filled Blaine at being able to make Kurt fall apart so completely.

Kurt’s loud shriek permeated the air. He’d actually found Kurt’s prostate, if Kurt’s reaction to him brushing the nub at his fingertips was any indication. Kurt was actually chanting his name now.

“Can you come like this?” Blaine leaned forward so Kurt could hear him, his fingers still moving in and out.

“I don’t – ah,” Kurt stuttered, when Blaine brushed against his prostate again. “I don’t know.”

“Wanna find out?”

Kurt’s reply was non-verbal a string of sounds as his whole body shook and shuddered and then he was coming, crying out Blaine’s name. Kurt slumped to the bed, spent and Blaine pulled his fingers out. Kurt moaned weakly at the loss, watching through half -closed eyelids as Blaine settled himself down on the bed next to him. He stroked his cock a couple of times, eyes never leaving Kurt’s, his long denied orgasm washing over him abruptly.

Blaine grinned at Kurt once he’d come back to himself, scooting over and cuddling around him. “You look debauched, darling,” he murmured.

“Whose fault is that?” Kurt teased, his voice low.

“Mine,” Blaine answered as he snuggled close and tugged the blanket up over them. “All mine.”