Blaine sat nervously on Kurt's bed. They were going to a party that night at Puck's house and Kurt was getting a shower.

Why the hell can't I stop thinking about this! he thought to himself. It's fucking crazy and he's gonna think I'm so weird and that means no more love and sex for Blaine...

"Blaine? Um...are you ok?"

Kurt stood against the arch of his en suite bathroom, a towel wrapped low on his hips an his hair wet from the shower.

"No...I mean, I'm fine..."

Kurt quirked an eyebrow. "Well, which is it?"

"I'm fine, Kurt, shit," Blaine stood up and paced the room. Kurt laughed.

"Yeah, you look just fucking peachy. Sit down before you hurt yourself," he took Blaine's hand and sat next to him on the bed. "What's wrong with you? You've been acting weird all day."

Blaine wrung his hands. "its just...I waswatchingporn..."

"What?" Kurt leaned forward.

"I was watching porn last night and I may have found something that I like..."

Kurt looked unsurprised. "Well...what is it?"

"You're gonna think I'm a weird," Blaine buried his head in his hands.

"I already think you're weird, but it has nothing to do with your sexual urges," Kurt smirked. Blaine groaned in his hands.

"Come on," Kurt yanked his hands away. "Tell me."

Blaine sighed. "Don't like...hit me or anything, ok?"

Kurt nodded.

"I...I think I have a daddy kink."

Kurt's eyebrows shot up under his bangs. "Come again?"

"I was watching this porno last night and one of the guys was calling the other one daddy and spanking him and...I don't think I've ever come so hard in my life. All I could think about was you fucking me and making me call you daddy..."

Kurt's breath caught in his chest. He was a little taken aback by this. They had done so much with so many people, but this one hit him a little close to home. Most people with daddy kinks were like Blaine- mistreated by their fathers and wanted their love and attention. Kurt had love and attention from his own father and the thought of using his given name in the bedroom in the heat of passion...

"Look, forget it, ok?" Blaine stood up and straightened his jeans, the obvious bulge straining against the denim. "I'm sorry I even mentioned it. Let's just go to Puck's and not worry about it. It was just something I wanted to get out of my system."

Kurt didn't stand up immediately, but finally, he nodded and went to get dressed. As he did, he thought about what Blaine had said- about his fantasy the night before- and without realizing it, he grew hard at the thought. The control he would have made him shiver. He knew he may feel guilty about it eventually, but he decided that his goal for the end of that night was to make Blaine's fantasy a reality.

Puck's party was nuts. There were only glee kids there, but there was enough alcohol to appease the entire junior class. Kurt and Blaine stumbled up the stairs to the guest bedroom, groping and kissing and snickering the whole way. Kurt threw the door open then slammed it shut using Blaine's body. He pinned Blaine to the wooden door, his hips thrusting forward into the smaller boy, who responded with a deep groan and a heated kiss.

"Mmm, you taste like Jack," Kurt moaned into Blaine's mouth.

"I wanna taste like you," Blaine flipped them around and dropped to his knees in front of Kurt. He fumbled with the button and zipper of his jeans and pulled Kurt out of his boxers before diving in and sucking him with earnest.

"Jesus, fuck," Kurt bucked forward into the heat of Blaine's mouth, nudging the back of his throat. Blaine moaned around him and fondled his balls while he did so.

Kurt remembered his plan and shoved Blaine back off of him. He picked Blaine up by the collar of his shirt and pushed him back against the bed. Blaine's eyes grew dark with want as Kurt strode over to him and began unbuttoning Blaine's jeans and pulling them off quickly. He spun Blaine around and forced him down onto the mattress.

"Kurt, what-"

Kurt smack him on his ass, sending tingles of pleasure up his spine. Kurt bent over and whispered into his ear in a husky tone.

"Call me daddy."

Blaine's eyes grew wide and his cock twitched between his stomach and the mattress. "Kurt, you don't have to-"

He spanked him again, making Blaine moan and buck forward.

"Don't talk back to me."

"S-sorry, daddy."

Kurt was amazed at how hot that sounded. He groaned and pulled Blaine up to rid him of his t-shirt then shoved him back down on the bed, running his hand over the tense, quivering muscles on his back.

"You're such a good boy, Blaine," Kurt said soothingly, rubbing circles between his shoulder blades. Blaine whimpered in reply, grinding gently against the covers beneath him. "You gonna scream for daddy?"

"Y-yeah."

"Want daddy to make you feel good?"

"Please..." Blaine begged.

"You have to make daddy want it, Blaine," Kurt grabbed Blaine's shoulder and turned him around to a standing position before shoving him down onto his knees.

"You have to make daddy feel good first," Kurt growled and Blaine's eyes met his with desperation shining in them. Kurt didn't even have to tell him what to do. Blaine dove onto his cock, swirling his tongue and sucking him deep into his throat.

"Aaah, Blaine. Mmm, can daddy fuck your mouth?"

"Mmmhmm," Blaine hums his approval. Kurt grabs a handful of Blaine's hair and thrusts into his mouth, feeling himself slip down deeper into his throat.

"God, baby, you're so good at this," Kurt gasps, looking down to make sure he isn't hurting Blaine. Blaine's hand is wrapped around the base of his own cock, forcing back his orgasm. He really loves this, Kurt thought.

Blaine pulled off a little. "Can I finger you, daddy?"

Blaine's voice was cracked and deep, making Kurt's cock twitch in Blaine's hand. "Yeah," he managed to squeak out. Blaine sucked two of his own fingers into his mouth, glancing up at Kurt through his dark eyelashes. Kurt never knew an act could be so innocent looking with such a sexual connotation.

Blaine let go of his fingers and returned to hungrily devouring Kurt's cock. He nudged Kurt's knees apart and caressed Kurt's balls before slipping a finger inside.

"Oh, fuck!" Kurt clenched his fist, which was still in Blaine's hair. Blaine moaned loudly around him when he pulled his hair, his eyes rolling back into his head.

Kurt thrusted forward again, filling Blaine's throat, which relaxed to take him all the way. He felt Blaine's breath ghosting his pelvis as he slid all the way to the base and back quickly.

Kurt felt like he was about to rip apart, the heat tearing at his stomach. He pushed Blaine back and Blaine quickly removed his finger.

"Bend over the bed," Kurt breathed heavily. Blaine positioned himself as he was before. Kurt came up behind him and pulled him back up for a very desperate, wet kiss. Blaine whimpered into his mouth as Kurt bit down on his lower lip and let him go to push him back down onto the mattress.

"Daddy doesn't have any lube, Blaine."

"I don't care, please," Blaine begged. "Fuck me now, daddy."

Kurt groaned in anticipation and kissed down Blaine's spine to the crack of his ass. "Can daddy rim you?"

Blaine nodded as he grasped at the sheets. They could vaguely hear the music and laughter downstairs, but the blood rushing in Kurt's ears seemed to drown it out for the most part. Kurt knelt down and spread Blaine open to lick gently over his entrance.

"Mmm, so good," Blaine whined and bucked involuntarily. Kurt swirled his tongue as he entered Blaine, tasting him and groaning inwardly. He never ever would have imagined that he could enjoy it, but he did.

"P-please, daddy, fuck me," Blaine gritted out. Kurt blew over the spot he had licked, sending chills over Blaine, then stood up, pressing his cock against him

"You really want it, don't you?"

"Yes, please."

Kurt smacked his ass. "Yes, please what?"

"Daddy!" Blaine pushed back against him, wanting him inside him. Kurt grabbed Blaine's hips and slammed in, nailing his prostate hard. Blaine screamed out and pushed back harder, trying to get Kurt to move. Kurt grabbed Blaine's shoulder and began thrusting slow and deep, teasing his lover. He knew just how Blaine liked it, but he wasn't about to give it up just yet.

"You wanna cum, don't you, Blaine?" Kurt asked, watching Blaine arch his back.

"Yes, daddy," he moaned.

"Want daddy to pound you until you cum?"

"Please!" Blaine cried out, his arms shaking from holding his upper half up off the bed. Kurt grunted.

"You've been a good boy, baby. I think I can let you cum now," Kurt speeds up alarmingly, the bed shaking furiously against the wall. Blaine screamed his appreciation loudly as Kurt pounded him, slamming his prostate repeatedly.

"So close, daddy," Blaine cried out.

"Let go, Blaine, me too," Kurt squeezed his eyes shut and screamed out when he came hard inside Blaine, his hips stuttering in their movements. Blaine rutted against the mattress and came as well, his body visibly giving out and slumping down onto the mattress. Kurt stumbles over and collapses next to Blaine, who is starting to get himself back together enough to climb up on the bed as well. They both lie breathless for a moment before Kurt notices that Blaine is covered in cum.

"Wow...you really did like that," Kurt smirked lazily.

"You...didn't have to do that," Blaine huffed.

"Are you kidding? That was one of the hottest things we've ever done," Kurt stood shakily and went to the bathroom to find a towel. He cleaned Blaine and the covers off quickly before tossing it int he hamper and lying back next to Blaine, who had moved up to the pillows.

"Just curious...why did you do it?" Blaine rolled over on his side, taking Kurt's hand.

"I don't know...at first it did sort of freak me out, but then I thought about it...I like the control sometimes and it's a really big turn on for me when you whimper like that."

Blaine groaned and smiled. "You just like to see me weak."

"Yeah, maybe," Kurt smiled and kissed Blaine gently on the lips before settling down into the blankets with him, resting his head on Blaine's sweaty chest.

"You should watch more porn," Kurt suggested. "I like when you learn new things."

Blaine chuckled. "I'll keep that in mind. I love you."

"Love you, too, baby."

"Goodnight, daddy," Blaine smirked.

"Ok, not as hot when I'm not fucking you, but goodnight."