Kurt couldn't believe they were finally here! After over a year of looking forward to and planning for this trip, he and sixteen other students and faculty from Parsons were in Cuba, learning about Latin American fashion and how the clothing industry worked in a country less developed that his own.

They had just arrived at the center they were to make their home for the next two weeks and, even though they had not changed time zones, Kurt was still feeling a bit jet lagged from the long day of flying and forcing his way through airport crowds. The center they were staying in was called the Martin Luther King Center located in the Marianao District of Havana. It was not exactly what Kurt had been expecting but, then again, no one really knew what to expect of this trip.

Another thing Kurt and his fellow travelers had not been expecting was the size of the center. It looked small on the outside but once you got through the gate, the center opened up and it quickly became clear that this center was capable of hosting many groups at one time and that was obviously the case now because there were several very good looking, if Kurt did say so himself, young men wondering around waiting for lunch to be served.

One of these handsome men in particular caught Kurt's attention right away. He had dark, curly hair and a smile that would make anyone swoon, and don't even get Kurt started on the guy's ass!

Kurt quickly realized he was staring when the stranger looked up and made eye contact with him.

Snapping his eyes away quickly, Kurt struck up a conversation with his classmate Santana, whom he had known since high school and who had, surprisingly ended up with him at Parsons studying fashion design. They were hoping to start a fashion line together once they finished school and this trip was perfect exposure to some of Santana's heritage, which they were hoping to embody in their company.

"There is a 100% chance that I will be red as a lobster in ten minutes if we don't get a chance to unload our bags and find my skin care bag!"

Santana raised her eyebrows at him in response and continued to follow their leaders to the dining hall for a late lunch. "Hummel, you need to lighten up! Now get that tight ass in here so we can eat and get your precious skin taken care of!"

Blaine was enjoying the gorgeous sunshine that Havana was affording him and his group of friends when he heard a commotion coming from the front gate of the Martin Luther King Center. He stopped listening to whatever story Nick and Jeff were telling about their night last night and looked to see what was going on.

He saw a new group of students arriving from the airport, the reason they were having a late lunch that day. But what he did not expect to see was the most beautiful man he had ever laid eyes on. To avoid any awkward situations, however, Blaine quickly looked away and thought about the afternoon session they had that day at the Paulo Friere House. A session he knew very little about and was therefore not exactly looking forward to. But it kept his mind occupied for a few minutes and distracted him from ogling the gorgeous man who had already captured every ounce of brain power he had to spare.

After what felt like an eternity, but was actually only about 30 seconds, Blaine let himself look up again only to find the new eye candy looking right at him and quickly looking away. Encouraged by this, Blaine found himself newly re-energized and ready for whatever new adventures this trip was going to bring him.

Blaine and his friends were in Cuba learning about the government and the differences between capitalistic and communist societies. Against his better judgment and wishes, Blaine had allowed his father to dictate not only where he went to college, but also what he majored in. Lorenzo Anderson had deemed Pre-Law the only suitable major for his son and refused to pay for Blaine's education unless he complied. Not wanting to be straddled with an enormous amount of debt when he finished college, Blaine had agreed to the arrangement, partially hoping this would finally help improve his strained relationship with his overbearing father.

As a result of this, Blaine had acted out and taken control of one aspect of his life his father couldn't control. His sex life. Blaine had just completed his sophomore year at Columbia and during his two years, he had "fallen in love" about every other week. Sleeping with guy after guy gave Blaine a sense of control in his overly controlled life. Despite his conquests, Blaine was a romantic at heart. He fully believed that one of these guys would be the changing factor in his behavior when he finally found the one he was meant to be with. If he didn't feel an instant connection with a guy he slept with he simply moved on trying to find that one guy that was perfect for him.

While on some level he knew this was unhealthy and he could be preventing himself from finding any kind of lasting relationship, there was something about the adrenaline that just kept drawing him to the next guy he could seduce.

Not realizing that, once again he had completely zoned out on what his friends were saying, Blaine tried to imagine how he could make this mouth watering new guy his next "new love."

Nick was not having any of that, however, and smacked his friend across the back of his head to get his attention back.

"Where did your head go? You aren't listening to a word either of us is saying are you?"

Blaine smiled sheepishly and shook his head.

Jeff gave him a dubious look and simply asked, "Which new guy has caught your eye?"

Blaine grimaced at how well his friends knew him but simply kept his mouth shut and started heading in to the dining hall, the doors to which had just been opened, signifying that lunch was ready for them.

Blaine missed the looks Nick and Jeff gave each other as they all headed in to fill their stomachs.

Kurt and Santana couldn't stop looking at everything around them. Cuba was nothing like they had expected so far but they were happy to finally be in this taboo country that very few Americans get the chance to visit.

Throughout their orientation session with their American leader, Ann; their translator, Betsy; and their MLK Center leader, Ray; all Kurt could think about was the handsome stranger wondering around somewhere in Havana, looking all perfect and not at all giving Kurt a second thought. Kurt couldn't help but wonder where he was from, what he was in Havana studying, and, most importantly, how much longer his group would be here. Not that Kurt was under any delusion that their paths would have much chance to cross over the remaining time they were both in Cuba but a man can dream, right?

After their orientation session and dinner at the center, the leadership team took the group from Parsons out on the town. They were shown around Old Havana and then to the Hotel Ambos Mundos where they had Mojito's on the rooftop and learned traditional Latin American dances. It didn't hurt that this hotel was where Ernest Hemingway stayed before he bought his house in Cuba. It was hard not to enjoy the culture when they were completely immersed in the life and history of a country that seemed all but off limits.

By the time they returned to the MLK Center, Kurt was dog tired and couldn't think farther than his skin care regime and sleeping the night away. Little did he know, fate had a very different plan for his night.

Blaine and his friends decided to not go out that night, a trait very much out of their character, but they decided they needed some time away from the rest of the group and they always had the most fun when it was just the three of them goofing off anyway.

Nick and Jeff had been anxiously awaiting the return of the new group to the center that evening and when they heard the bus and chatter coming in through their bedroom window, they decided it was time to put their plan into action before it was too late.

"Let's play Truth or Dare!" Nick suggested, knowing full well that Blaine had never chosen truth in his long history with this time honored tradition.

"Do we have to?" Blaine asked. He was tired and he kind of thought they had outgrown this game.

"Yes!" Jeff insisted. "We haven't played in forever and we need to leave our mark on this new land."

Blaine could tell this was a lost cause. Once his crazy friends latched onto an idea, there was no stopping them, only joining in on the crazy.

"Fine. I suppose one game couldn't be to detrimental to the country," Blaine conceded.

"Great. And because of your reluctance to play, you have to go first!" Jeff pronounced.

"You know I'm going to pick dare so just get on with it."

Just as Blaine finished saying this, Nick and Jeff heard voices coming up the stairs and knew their moment had finally come. "Your dare, should you choose to accept it, is to seduce and sleep with the next guy you see," Nick announced.

Blaine's jaw dropped. He knew his friends were adventurous, especially when it came to the dares they gave, but this was a bit out there even for them.

Be that as it may, Blaine was not one to back down from a dare, or a good time with another man so he hopped up from where he was sitting and headed out into the hallway to start his search. It was then that he heard the new group of people returning from their night out and suddenly he remembered the gorgeous piece of man he had laid eyes on earlier that day and couldn't help but hope he would be the next man he laid eyes on.

Fate, or Jeff and Nick's scheming hearts, were definitely on his side this time because as soon as he reached the end of the hall to start climbing the stairs, he saw him again. Thanking whatever deity that existed, Blaine started heading straight for the beautiful man that would hopefully become his next great love.

The man was so consumed in his conversation with the woman he seemed to be close friends with that Blaine went unnoticed right up until the point where he was grabbing the man's shoulders and pushing him up against the nearest wall in a passionate kiss that sparked something new inside Blaine he was not expecting.

Kurt was in the middle of warning Santana against being too sexually forward with the women in Cuba while they were there and how tacky it would be when he was suddenly being pushed into a wall and a very unfamiliar pair of lips was being pushed against his in one of the most passionate kisses he had ever experienced.

Being as Kurt and Santana were the last ones off the bus and Santana was always pushing Kurt to be more adventurous with the men he encountered, it didn't take long before the two men were alone in that stairwell making out. It wasn't until they absolutely had to pull apart so they could breathe that Kurt realized who he was kissing. The man he had been ogling when they first arrived at the center that day was the one who had just taken him by complete surprise and to be honest, Kurt couldn't find it in himself to care all that much, because let's face it, who would care about being kissed by a beautiful person they had already found themselves attracted to on the surface level.

Before he knew what was happening the man was kissing him again and making it very clear by the push of his hips that he wanted this to go further than just kissing. Kurt hadn't had sex in a very long time and his body betrayed his better judgment and responded much the same way that mystery man's body was.

Common sense kicked in at some point, although Kurt really wasn't sure how that was possible, but eventually he pulled away and demanded to at least know who's name he was about to be screaming.

"Can I at least know the name of the man I am currently making out with?"

"Blaine," Blaine sputtered out.

"Kurt," was the only response Kurt could manage.

"I do believe we should take this to a more private location before I can no longer control my actions. That is, unless you are into exhibitionism," Blaine finished with a smirk.

"Lead the way," Kurt said, still breathless.

As they entered into Blaine's room, a floor below Kurt's, Kurt kicked the door shut quickly and found himself pressed up against in no time.

"You should probably say something if you don't want this to go any further because all I want right now is to ravish you completely against this wall." This was the only warning Kurt was given before his lips were being dominated once again. Luckily he wanted exactly what Blaine seemed to want and so he let himself be bold and moved his hand to palm Blaine through his shorts.

The moan he heard come out of Blaine and the hardness he felt under his hand did nothing to help his own current aching hardness.

Blaine bucked into his hand and then they were both completely lost. Kurt's shirt was ripped from his torso and landed somewhere on the floor of the small room they were in. Following Blaine's lead, Kurt took no time in removing the offending shirt from Blaine's body as well. They both took the time to appreciate what they were seeing now that their shirts had been removed.

"I'm going to get some supplies. You should be naked when I get back," Blaine warned.

Kurt wasted no time removing his skin tight pants and his boxer briefs once Blaine had left to get what they needed. What he did not expect was a very naked Blaine to return with a container of lube and a box of condoms.

Once more, they found themselves ogling each other but the need they were both feeling took over quickly and Kurt found himself being turned around to face the wall and one of Blaine's lubed fingers working its way into his entrance.

"Mmmm," Kurt moaned out. "More."

Blaine didn't seem to need telling twice because he quickly pulled out his finger and replaced it with two. He pushed in and out a few times before scissoring his fingers to continue to stretch Kurt open, all the while avoiding that magical spot Kurt desperately needed him to touch.

Kurt arched his back trying to get Blaine to hit his prostate but Blaine seemed to know exactly what Kurt wanted, he just wasn't willing to give in to the need quite yet. He pulled his fingers out and quickly slapped Kurt's ass. "Patience, baby. All in good time."

This time when Blaine started his ministrations, three fingers entered Kurt's hole and he felt his knees almost give out at the feeling of being full of Blaine. He could only imagine what it would be like when he actually had Blaine inside him.

After a few minutes, Kurt was beyond anxious to see just what Blaine would feel like and impatiently, he begged. "Blaine, I'm ready."

Kurt was spun around once again and found himself being pushed down to his knees. "I'm not quite ready yet...why don't you slick me up a bit first."

Not needing telling twice, Kurt sunk his mouth down onto Blaine, taking him in until Blaine was hitting the back of his throat. His strategy seemed to have worked because Blaine thrust forward farther into Kurt's mouth and Kurt thanked whatever deity existed that he was born without a gag reflex.

Kurt continued to work Blaine over, teasing and nipping whenever he wanted to change things up. Just as he was getting ready to take Blaine in completely again, Blaine pulled out of his mouth.

"Fuck, gorgeous. I'm already close!" Blaine pulled Kurt up off his knees and yanked him into a kiss that was tongue and teeth.

Kurt pulled away from the kiss first. "Fuck me so hard I forget my own name."

Blaine wasn't one to deny a beautiful man what he was asking for so he ripped open the condom wrapper, rolled it onto his shaft and lubed himself before grabbing Kurt's thighs and hoisting him up so Blaine was in complete control. "You're going to feel me for days when I get done with you, beautiful."

Kurt wrapped his legs around Blaine's waist and pulled him in for another dirty kiss. Blaine still managed to guide his cock into Kurt's entrance while he was being kissed and it served as a nice distraction for Kurt as he adjusted to being filled fuller than he ever had before.

"Oh!" Kurt gasped, taking a minute to let his body adjust to the intrusion. After a minute or two of kissing and moaning, he finally started to move his hips as best he could, giving Blaine the hint that he was ready for more.

At first, Blaine took his time, slowly moving in and out of Kurt until Kurt yelled out, "Just fuck me already! Make me feel you!"

Without hesitation, Blaine started pounding in and out of Kurt as fast and hard as he could, and just when Kurt felt that familiar heat pooling in his stomach, Blaine slowed down.

Kurt's fingers, which had been wrapped up in Blaine's curly locks up to this point, quickly smacked Blaine on the ass to signal his frustration with the change of pace. "I am too close for these games, Blaine! Make me come!"

"Was too close, baby...want you to come first," Blaine responded, as he slammed his hips upward in response to the slap on his ass.

Blaine slowly started to pick up speed again and Kurt was about to burst with pleasure. "...so...close..." was the only warning Kurt could give before he was spilling cum all over both of their chests and clenching around Blaine's cock.

It was the clenching that seemed to tip Blaine over the edge. Blaine filled the condom still moving in and out of Kurt and running a hand up and down his shaft, milking them both through their orgasms. When it got to be too much for both of them, Blaine lowered Kurt back to the floor and pulled out, removing the condom.

After they'd both had a chance to catch their breath and Kurt started to feel sticky and gross, Blaine came back to himself and went to get a wet cloth to clean them both off with. As he gently cleaned Kurt off, Kurt couldn't help but realize that not only was that the best sex he'd ever had, it was also the deepest connection he could remember feeling which surprised him given that this man was a complete stranger.

Choosing not to think about that however, he focused on the man in front of him and he guided them both to the bed once they were both cleaned off and pulled Blaine into a warm embrace where they both promptly fell asleep in each other's arms.

Blaine woke up a few hours later, surprised at how content he felt. The arms wrapped around him were not a familiar feeling, as he usually shoved the guy of the night out the door as soon as he got what he wanted and realized he wasn't going to get what he truly desired from the endless hookups.

As he drifted back to sleep he found himself wondering if maybe he was right all along and he had just found his missing puzzle piece.