Blaine just let out a small smile, “There’s an Italian restaurant I’ve always wanted to try. It’s a little on the expensive side, I hope you’re okay with me buying you dinner.”

“That’s okay but I don’t get why you would spend all that money on me.” Kurt shrugged, looking over at him.

This was Blaine and Kurt’s fourth night in a row hanging out together. Before Blaine had even picked him up, Parker had been grilling Kurt, trying to convince him to just make a move, but Kurt had refused. He still wasn’t even sure Blaine was actually gay. That was very heart wrenching when you knew you were falling fast.

A small smile feel across Blaine’s face, taking hold of Kurt’s shoulders. Hazel eyes met blue, a world of emotions exploding between them. Kurt flinched, unsure of what Blaine was doing. Gently rubbing Kurt’s arm Blaine bit his lip nervously, “I really like you Kurt. I enjoy hanging out with you even though it hasn’t been that long, but I...I just don’t want it to stop okay?”

Leaning in closer to Kurt, Blaine closed his eyes, gently pressing his lips against Kurt’s in a short, sweet, soft kiss. As he pulled away he noticed Kurt’s shocked expression, “Fuck. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry. I just fucked all this up. Fuck.”

Blaine ran his hand through his hair, nervously. He turned around, shielding his face from Kurt. His face was in his hands, breathing in deep, hoping he hadn’t just messed it up. Kurt grabbed Blaine by his shirt, turning him around, pulling him into a searing kiss. As he pulled away, he rested his forehead against Blaine’s, “So I guess this means you’re gay?”

Blaine affectionately rubbed the back of Kurt’s neck and looked at Kurt, a glimmer in his eyes, “We should go inside, we have a reservation.”

Kurt could feel a blush creeping across his face, hitting his ears as Blaine’s hand was placed on the small of his back, leading him into the restaurant. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. Blaine Anderson, the boy he’d been rambling on about to Parker for the last two weeks had finally kissed him. As they entered the restaurant, Blaine smiled up at the waiter, “Anderson.” The waiter nodded as they were brought back to a small table in the corner.

There was a white tablecloth, a tall white candle in the center and a small bowl of flowers. It was quite romantic and Kurt could have sworn he felt his stomach flip-flop. Blaine was being a perfect gentleman, pulling out Kurt’s chair out for him. As Kurt sat down in it, Blaine pushed it in, the smile never leaving his face. Once he sat down in his own seat across the table, an older woman approached the table with a grin on her face, “Welcome, what would you boys like to drink?”

Kurt looked up at the woman with a soft smile on his face, “Just a water’s fine.”

“Water as well, thank you.” Blaine smiled looking up at her for a moment.

As she disappeared, Blaine couldn’t help reaching over, taking Kurt’s hand in his, “I’m sorry, I should have told you sooner. I honestly thought you’d notice I was gay. I thought I made it obvious.”

“I was getting mixed signals, you’re really not all that easy to read. And I figured it would be rude to just ask you straight out.” Kurt responded, using his thumb to draw tiny circles on the top of Blaine’s hand.

Blaine chuckled softly, “Wow, I’m not really being a very good friend then. I’m supposed to be honest with you. I do want you to know though, I really really like you Kurt.”

“I got that much, unless a kiss nowadays means that I hate you.” Kurt smirked as Blaine’s smile widened.

“That’s why I like you Kurt, you’re smart, funny, witty and gorgeous. God, it feels so good to say that out loud.”

Kurt’s face was now a bright strawberry red, “Oh wow, I... I’m glad. You know, I liked you since the first moment you sat next to me in Art History.”

“WHAT?” Blaine said raising his voice a little, “You’re saying I didn’t have to do all this cheesy date stuff to make you like me... Well, I feel used Hummel.”

Kurt laughed, “Hey, I wasn’t the one who seemed like he might possibly be straight. I just outright said it.”

“You’re right, I should have been more direct with you, I apologize.” Blaine nodded sincerely.

“You fucked up Anderson. You could have been kissing me for over a week now.” Kurt teased.

The two of them laughed, just enjoying each other’s company. Kurt loved how goofy Blaine was acting. This was exactly what he needed; a relationship with laughs, smiles and someone who was easy to talk to, just a no drama honest sincere relationship. With the way Blaine and Kurt had been acting, Kurt was quite sure that’s what it would be.

They stayed like this through the entire meal, making jokes and playing off each other’s wit and humor. By the time they left, the two were fairly certain they were best friends. Blaine paid the bill, not seeming to mind how expensive it had been. Kurt thanked him over and over again, still really appreciating how he was getting treated.

As they walked out of the restaurant, Blaine slipped his hand into Kurt’s interlacing their fingers together. Holding on tightly, he swung their arms as they headed down the street back to their apartment complex. They had found out they lived on different floors one day, bumping into each other on the stairs.

They walked as close together as possible, squeezing each other’s hands, knowing perfectly well that they were in the bad part of town. Just as they had walked past an old dilapidated building they heard voices through the broken windows, “It’s a bunch of ugly ass fags.”

“Let’s jump them. I bet they’re rich.”

Blaine pulled Kurt closer, squeezing his hand, hoping that what they heard was only a couple of stoners trying to scare them. The voices started again, “I would say one of them looks girly, but honestly, they both do. Reed, let’s jump them.”

Before Kurt and Blaine could react to what they just heard, two men about six feet tall, with very broad shoulders and muscles that could crush them in a minute stood in front of them, blocking their path, “Hey little faggots.”

The two boys jumped back only to find themselves in the arms of a third man who looked just about the same as the other two, “You fags out on a romantic walk?”

Kurt held onto Blaine tighter as the third man, closed in on them, “Oh look John, Reed, the little fag thinks his boyfriend will protect him.”

“Leave us alone.” Blaine stated, trying to wrap his arms around Kurt in a futile attempt to protect him.

Reed, John and the third man burst into a fit of laughter, echoing through the streets. John took hold of Kurt’s shoulders, lifting him up, dragging him into the alleyway. Reed had Blaine in his hands, throwing him to the ground next to where John stood with Kurt. Turning back to face the third man, Reed awaited a signal, “Steve, what do you want us to do with them?”

Steve smirked, “The little dwarf is trying to protect his boyfriend, boys, get ‘em.”

Reed and John lunged towards Kurt, pulling out a large pocketknife from his pocket. Pushing Kurt down onto the ground, hard, he held him down with simply the strength of a hand. Kurt tried to wriggle free from his grip, but it was useless, he was too weak. The knife was at Kurt’s neck, just inches away from slitting his throat.

“DON’T!” Blaine screamed at an ear shattering level, “Kill me, just don’t hurt Kurt. Please don’t hurt Kurt!”

Tears stung Blaine’s eyes as he reached out for Kurt, trying to squirm free from John’s firm grip on his shoulders. As Blaine continued to scream out, trying desperately to protect Kurt, Kurt let his jaw drop and his eyes swell up, trying to keep tears from falling. Blaine was sacrificing himself for him. He barely knew him and here he was, risking his life.

Interrupting Kurt’s glance at Blaine, lovingly, John cackled loudly, his head snapping over at Blaine at the sudden burst of words, “We could just kill them both.”

“We want you to watch as we cut your faggot ass boyfriend’s throat.” Reed spat in Blaine’s face.

Blaine was dropped from John’s grip, causing Blaine to curl up into the corner, shielding himself from getting hurt. He made sure he could still clearly see Kurt as well as give him enough space to jump up and save Kurt if he had to. As Reed passed Kurt over to John to hold, his grip tighter on Kurt than it had been, he stepped forward, crinkling Kurt’s shirt in his hand, the pocketknife at his throat once again.

This was Kurt’s chance, his change to save both him and Blaine. His knee was up, hitting Reed in the crotch. A loud, FUCK echoed through the alley as Reed sunk to the floor, palming his crotch. The pocketknife dropped to the floor landing in front of both John and Kurt. John bent down, reaching, missing by a fraction of a second. Kurt’s hand was on John’s shoulder for a short moment as the knife was plunged into his stomach.

A loud gasp left John’s mouth as his hands immediately applied pressure to his wound. Taking hold of the knife again, clutching it firmly in his fist, Kurt shoved John up against the wall. Holding him there, he merely glared at him, staring him down while the man pushed up against a brick wall, kicked his legs, his arms flailing, trying to get free.

Stabbing the knife into John’s chest Kurt’s eyes met John’s. Spitting into John’s face, Kurt was proud of what he’d done, “Go to hell you mother fucking cunt!”

Screams escaped through John’s lips as he sunk to the ground, hitting the floor. Within only moments, he was gone, bleeding out. Reed came up behind Kurt, sneaking up on him, intending on grabbing him, but Kurt’s reflexes were faster. He spun around with the knife blade out, and in one swift motion the blade cut through Reed’s neck, blood sprayed in every direction as he fell to the ground, “Who’s a fairy now you ignorant son of a bitch, I hope you burn in hell.”

Blaine’s breaths were short, quick as he looked up at Kurt, shocked. He didn’t know what to say to him. From everything he’d ever learned about Kurt over the past few days, nothing had prepared him for this. He stood up from the corner he had curled up in after being thrown to the floor, taking the knife from Kurt’s grip.

Storming over to Steve, standing right up in his grill, breathing in the same air, smelling the stench of sweat radiating from Steve’s upper body, Blaine viciously spat, “Do you really think you’re so fucking hot now? What’re you gonna do? Call for back up? Do you really think that’s a good idea?”

Steve’s chest heaved as Blaine threatened him, “I’m not scared of you fairy.”

A loud laugh erupted from Blaine’s mouth as he stabbed Steve in the chest, multiple times, “This is for attacking Kurt, you son of a bitch!”

The knife was jabbed repeatedly into Steve’s chest, deeper and deeper each time. Once Steve fell to the ground, Blaine straddled him, keeping at it. He had to make sure he was dead. As Kurt pulled him off, he finally calmed down, breathing in deep and slow. Kurt’s eyes met his, “Blaine, he’s dead. You killed him.”

Blaine looked down at the motionless body, his heart racing. His eyes flicked up there, but replaced with something he couldn’t recognize. The pocketknife was shoved into Blaine’s pocket as Blaine’s hands grabbed hold of Kurt’s arms, pulling him close, up against his erection, “You feel that?”

Kurt moaned, grinding his hips into Blaine, whispering into his ear, “Are you as turned on as I am right now?”

Blaine pushed Kurt up against the brick wall behind them, hard, pressing his erection up against Kurt’s. He rolled his hips, grinding into Kurt as he nibbled on his ear, biting gently, “I’m gonna fuck you. I’m gonna fuck you so hard.”

Indescribable moans slipped through Kurt’s lips as Blaine whipped him around, pushing him up against the wall. Sliding his hands around Kurt’s waist, Blaine undid his jeans, unzipped them, and pulled them down so Kurt’s ass was free. Squeezing it, he whispered into Kurt’s ear, his voice raspy, “Your ass is so perfect.”
Lifting his hand up, he slapped Kurt’s ass, a loud clap, echoing through their ears. Kurt whined, begging for more. As Blaine’s hand slapped Kurt’s ass, he reached around, rubbing Kurt’s hard cock with his other hand, varying his pressure. Deep breaths and raspy moans left Kurt, only turning Blaine on even more.

He freed his own cock from his boxers, pushing up against Kurt, “You like the way that feels baby?”

“God Blaine, you’re so unfff so hard.”

He growled in Kurt’s ear, “I’ll be the best fuck you ever had.”

Taking hold of his cock, pumping his hand a few times, Blaine rubbed it over Kurt’s entrance, teasing him. He slid his hands around the curve of Kurt’s ass, his fingers sliding over Kurt’s hole, rubbing his finger up and down, trailing every inch of Kurt’s swollen ass hole. Taking his cock in his hand he pushed it into Kurt’s ass without any warning.

Kurt could feel the burn as Blaine’s hard cock filled him up. It hurt, but was all worth it as he pushed down, begging for more, screaming at the top of his lungs. Growling into Kurt’s ear, Blaine took hold of his waist, pulling out of Kurt’s ass, slowly, before slamming back in hard, hitting Kurt’s prostate.

“OH FUCK.” Kurt screamed, trying to grab hold of something as Blaine rammed his cock into Kurt’s ass.

“Faster Blaine, faster.”

Thrusting in and out, his cock pounding in and out of Kurt, he let his breath loose, a mixture of deep and short as he could feel his cock pulsating inside of Kurt. A loud whine left Kurt’s mouth as he pressed his body up against the wall, moving with Blaine, screaming, whimpering and cursing as Blaine hit his prostate each time.

“FUCK Blaaine, GOD FUCK.” Kurt let out a blood-curdling scream.

As Blaine’s hard dick pulsated inside of Kurt as he whined into his ear, “I’m gonna explode into you.”

Whimpering Kurt, pushed himself farther down onto Blaine if even possible, feeling every inch of Blaine filling up his ass. His hands were taken by Blaine and held up against the wall, pinned. Thrusting into Kurt, hard, his balls hitting Kurt’s ass cheeks, he exploded. His warm cum filled up Kurt’s ass, his breath now non-existent.

The sound of the two boys’ moans reverberated throughout the dark alleyway. At that moment, neither one cared who might be watching, they didn’t care who might walk by, the passion and fervor just radiated through, both boys feeling a rush they’d never felt before.

Kissing Kurt’s neck, Blaine could feel his face flush as he pulled out of Kurt’s ass. Spinning him around so their forehead’s were touching, Blaine tried to calm his breathing. Kurt’s face was bright red, sweat poured down his body, the sex look meeting Blaine’s eyes “Holy fuck.”

“I know. I...I’ve never felt so turned on.” Blaine said pushing Kurt up against the wall again.

Kurt was pressed up directly up against the wall, with Blaine pushed up against him, his cock still out, still leaking just a bit. A kiss was pressed to Kurt’s lips, Blaine’s tongue exploring Kurt’s mouth, trying to satisfy what the passion he still had. His hands grazed every inch of Kurt’s body, holding him close.

Blaine pulled away, gazing into Kurt’s eyes, a smile on his face and a glimmer in his eyes as he stared at Kurt, “Kurt, we uh...”

“We just fucked in the middle of an alleyway Blaine.” Kurt giggled.

“I think I just found my new favorite kink.” Blaine whispered, pushing his body up against Kurt’s.

Kurt giggled, nuzzling his nose into Blaine’s neck, “I’m with you on that.”

Blaine held Kurt close in a hug, just holding him still for a moment, calming himself down. As he pulled away, Blaine pulled up his boxer shorts and pants, watching Kurt do so as well. A soft kiss was pressed to Kurt’s lips. His hand slipped into Kurt’s, intertwining their fingers.

Swinging their arms as they walked down the street, neither Kurt or Blaine could keep the smug look off their face. Kurt rested his head on Blaine’s shoulder as they rejoined the groups of people on the bustling New York streets. The warm New York air blew in their faces as their feet hit the ground in sync with each other.

“We should go home, it’s getting late.” Blaine smiled, gently biting his lip.

“Do we have to? I don’t want this night to end yet.” Kurt pleaded sadly.

“I’m afraid so Kurt, we both have classes in the morning and you need that beauty sleep you swear by.”

Kurt let out a small giggle as they approached their apatment building. They rode the elevator up to the third floor. Blaine stepped out with Kurt, walking him to his door, pressing a soft shy kiss on his cheek, “I guess this is good night.”
Kurt smiled looking deep into Blaine’s eyes, “I guess so.”

Blaine pulled Kurt up close to him in a tight squeeze, “I had an amazing time,” his tone softened slightly, “I can’t wait until next time.”

Kurt nodded and walked towards the door, looking back once more at Blaine walking up the stairs, catching a glimpse of his ass, before entering for the night. As he plopped down on the couch, he let his gaze fall to the wall. What had just happened? What was all that?

It was only the beginning.