He just had to wait and see.

They wound their way through the common areas of Dalton, through the silent halls into the lesser-traveled walkways of the school. Kurt had never been in this particular section of the school before and when Blaine suddenly stopped to push on a door, seemingly at random, he was sure it would be locked.

Kurt was wrong.

The door swung open with ease and Blaine tugged Kurt via tie through the doorway. Kurt took in the sight before him. Desks. Ancient desks, modern desks, student desks, teacher desks. Apparently this was the Dalton Mecca of classroom furniture. It wasn’t overly crowded...just...cozy. If you can think about a bunch of wooden desks as cozy, which Kurt could.

Kurt was pulled from this observation by the sound of Blaine swiftly closing the door. Suddenly Blaine’s whole body abruptly had Kurt pushed against said door. Blaine slid his hands up Kurt’s sides, slipping on the shiny fabric there, reaching the juncture of Kurt’s ribs and arms, forcing them up, Kurt’s hands flat against the wood beside his head, palms out. Blaine roughly pushed his own palms into Kurt’s, locking them into place, and pressed his body flush against his.

Blaine slowly, deliberately rocked his hips against Kurt’s, earning him a groan.

“Blaaaiiinnne-” Kurt gasped out as his long-neglected cock finally - finally - stroked against Blaine’s. He was thrilled to feel that Blaine was in the same state as he was as they ground desperately against each other for the first time. Kurt locked eyes with his boyfriend and found him in a state of utter disarray. The dance had definitely worked. Oh, yes. Blaine’s pupils were blown wide, eyes hungry and shining, lips parted and panting.

Kurt decided he liked this Blaine very much. And marveled at the fact that he had made Blaine this way.

Blaine leaned closer to Kurt. Closer. Their lips were a breath apart when Kurt closed his eyes to accept the kiss he felt coming when he heard Blaine choke out, “No. Look at me.”

Kurt’s eyes opened and widened. Blaine was staring at him with naked lust, his eyes speaking volumes with the things he wanted to do to Kurt.

Kurt groaned.

“Say something,” he whispered, lips brushing Blaine’s.

“I want,” Blaine breathed, punctuating his words with small jerks of his hips, “to fucking devour you.

Kurt shuddered against Blaine, meeting him with his hips, squirming and rutting against him, seeking the delicious friction that he needed.

Blaine continued, “I want to take this ache in my - they all BIT you Kurt! - this ache in my chest that is screaming with jealousy and break it with your body - put my mouth all over you to tell the world you. Are. Fucking. Mine.” Those hips railing at Kurt’s again, causing him to involuntarily cry out.

Blaine shivered and traced his tongue slowly, hotly up Kurt’s jawbone, resting his lips barely on his boyfriend’s pink ear. “I want to fuck you. So badly. I want to fucking climb inside you and make you come for me. I want you to come so hard you feel like I do right now - strung too tight and too far. I want you to BEG me to take you, suck you, beg me to LET you come. I want every fucking part of you. Right NOW. Is that what you want?”

“Yes, Blaine, Jesus Christ, yes.” Kurt moaned.

Blaine pulled back, eyeing Kurt feverishly, and made one last effort at chivalry. “This,” he panted, “is not going to be sweetness, flowers, and romance. If you - if you want to wait until it can be that way, we - we totally can.” Blaine body said otherwise, his face flushed, hips seemingly bucking at random.

Kurt snickered and pulled Blaine close, placing his lips to his boyfriend’s ear, “What? And waste all of my practice and research? I think not. I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me hard..and...I want you to fuck me now.”

Blaine’s eyes widened and he gasped, seeking and finding Kurt’s mouth, which he promptly devoured. He slipped his hands from Kurt’s and slipped one to the back of Kurt’s neck while the other slid down the expanse of Kurt’s torso, settling on the hot bulge of Kurt’s cock, feeling it strain the denim of Kurt’s skinny jeans. Kurt groaned into Blaine’s mouth and pulled away, uttering two words, “Please, Blaine.”

Blaine didn’t need to be told twice. He scrambled to remove Kurt’s vest and was delighted to find it was attached with Velcro.

“Careful planning,” Kurt giggled and Blaine laughed that in this moment Kurt was still so deliciously Kurt.

“Fuck, I love you,” murmured Blaine as he pulled the Lycra tank over Kurt’s head and stepped back.

“Jesus you are so hot,” he exclaimed, and pounced on Kurt’s chest. Blaine started at Kurt’s clavicles, licking, sucking, tasting the skin that he had waited so long to see there. He moved lower, attending first one nipple and then the other, working them both until they were hardened with shiny peaks and Kurt mewled at their sensitivity. Blaine continued his journey, lower, lower, until he was on his knees in front of Kurt. He quickly unbuttoned and unzipped Kurt’s jeans and was pleasantly surprised to find that he was wearing no underwear. Kurt quickly pushed his jeans down and off, kicking them under a desk.

Kurt would’ve thought that standing completely naked (save his tie) in front of Blaine would make him nervous, anxious, vulnerable. Instead he said, “You, sir, are wearing far too many clothes.”

Blaine laughed in surprise and quickly disrobed, shucking his jacket, removing his shirt, and tie and tossing his pants, shoes, and socks to the side. All that remained were his grey boxer-briefs.

Kurt felt like he would explode.

“Blaine...Blaine. You are - holy shit, you are gorgeous.” Underneath that Dalton attire Blaine had been hiding...this. Toned arms and chest, delicious hair here and there, and his hips - his hips - formed a ‘V’ leading down to his...to his...

Kurt rushed to Blaine, pushing him back on the closest desk - some dark wood teacher monstrosity that looked like it came from the dark ages - and treated Blaine’s chest to the same treatment he had just received. Blaine bucked and moaned under him, fueling Kurt’s mouth and tongue; spurring his boldness. He hooked his fingers under the waistband of Blaine’s briefs and pulled, freeing Blaine’s rigid cock from its confinement. He pulled Blaine’s briefs completely off and tossed them over his shoulder. Blaine snorted at the comedy of this action before cutting off into a moan, “FuckYESKurt-”, as Kurt had just taken his cock into his mouth completely and without warning.

Kurt found that he adored having Blaine’s - hard, long, and delicious - cock in his mouth. He concentrated his efforts on the head of Blaine’s cock, sweeping his tongue over the crown and pausing on the underside - the corona if you will (Kurt choked back a laugh at that thought), and wrapped one hand around the base of Blaine’s shaft.

Blaine’s voice was strangled above him, pushing him on, making Kurt hungry with need.

“Ohmygod, Kurt...gonna fuck you...fucking take you...make you...unngh...make you come for me...”

Kurt concentrated on both his hand and his mouth servicing Blaine, and he reached his other hand below his boyfriend’s testicles and found that delicious patch skin that he damned well knew would give Blaine even more pleasure and gently applied pressure.

Blaine erupted with moans and physically removed Kurt’s head from his cock.

Kurt realized Blaine was shaking and was stunned to realize he was, too. His body thrummed with the desire to feel Blaine inside of him and know that Blaine was physically his. He knew Blaine loved him - and he loved Blaine - and now he just wanted to show him how much.

Blaine quickly sat up and kissed Kurt, hard, while swiftly turning Kurt and bending him over the desk he had just occupied.

Kurt gasped with expectation. “Blaine, in my bag...there’s...”

Blaine crossed the room to the abandoned bag, looked inside and laughed out loud.

“Lube, Kurt?” He clicked his tongue and walked back to Kurt like a cat who got the cream. Kurt smiled and ducked his head, feeling his body flush with pleasure and a little bit of embarrassment. “And it’s only half full. What have you been up to?”

Suddenly Kurt could feel Blaine’s cock sliding along the base of his spine and Blaine’s chest was pressed hotly to his back as he whispered in Kurt’s ear, “You wanted me so badly you used that much? How long have you been wanting this? Been wanting me? My cock in your gorgeous ass?” Blaine ground into Kurt as he teased him with his words and Kurt wanted him so fucking much in that moment that it physically hurt and ached that Blaine was torturing him so.

“Since, fuck, since you kissed me. I have to have you, ungh, Jesus, have you inside me. I neeeed it, Blaine.”

And Kurt was begging. Begging to be taken by his gorgeous, loving, amazing boyfriend. And Blaine decided he had waited long enough and acquiesced.

Kurt heard the cap of the lube click and he shuddered, knowing what was coming. Blaine placed the bottle to the side of the desk and backed away from Kurt, causing a grumble. Kurt could hardly keep still and Blaine parted his ass, nudging one finger against Kurt’s waiting hole. He pushed in, finding little resistance and...Kurt was surprisingly slick. Kurt groaned and pushed back against his ministrations.

“Kurt...you’re already...how...?”

“Ungh...I...fuck, I ‘practiced’ before I came to...jesus...came to dance for you. Wishful...oh my GOD...wishful thinking.” he replied.

Blaine felt his stomach clench. “Jesus,” he gritted out, “you...you prepared yourself for me?” His hands moved quicker, now with two fingers fucking into Kurt’s delicious heat. Kurt was tight - so fucking tight - and Blaine squeezed the base of his cock, willing himself not to come at the mere thought of fucking his glorious boyfriend because he was actually going to be inside of him.

Three fingers.

Kurt’s keening moans were broken with words, “Please...fucking PLEASE Blaine..please...I need you inside me...please, Blaine...Blaaaiiinnne...please fuck me, please, oh god, PLEASE.”

Blaine quickly removed his fingers from Kurt’s ass (leaving Kurt rutting unsuccessfully against the smooth surface of the desk) and grabbed the lube. He squeezed a liberal amount in his palm and stroked once, twice, three times to coat his shaft and aligned himself with Kurt’s opening. Kurt lifted his head and turned to look at Blaine, teeth worrying his bottom lip, face a splotchy pink. He looked completely wrecked. He looked completely needy. Blaine had never seen anything more beautiful in his young life.

“Kurt, Kurt, I...I love you,” he panted as he pushed himself inside his lover’s body for the first time.

“Ohhhhh my godddddd,” Kurt keened, pushing back against Blaine, feeling the burn of something much much larger than what he had used to “practice”. He gritted his teeth and focused all his energy on opening up to Blaine, on finding that sweet spot inside that he knew gave him so much pleasure.

Blaine eased into Kurt, holding himself in check even though his hips wanted nothing more than to sheath himself within him. He held Kurt’s hips hard, trying not to bruise, and sank into Kurt’s body, feeling it mold and change to accommodate his length. His eyebrows drew up tight, sounds leaking from his throat that he had never heard or made before, and stared into Kurt’s eyes.

“Are you...are you alright,” he gritted out, searching Kurt for pain.

“Nothing...nothing I can’t handle,” came the reply.

And he was completely in, bottomed out in Kurt’s accommodating ass.

And he felt fucking amazing.

He felt Kurt’s muscles flexing and expanding around him and waited for Kurt to say something, anything. And he was rewarded.

“Take me Blaine, make me...make me come...make me yours,” came the beautiful breathy voice of his Kurt.

And Blaine did. He dragged back out of Kurt, reveling in the friction of Kurt’s tight heat against his cock, until just the head remained...and then he pushed back in, starting all over again. He picked up speed, slowly and steadily fucking into Kurt.

Kurt, for his part, was a mess. His hair was plastered to his forehead, mouth hanging agape, and low, guttural moans were escaping his mouth. His chest was pressed slickly to the desk, his fingers gripping the edge so hard that the fingertips were white. He felt full - so full of Blaine, so connected to him from the inside out. He was allowing Blaine inside of his body, allowing him to take and give. Pleasure overlapped pleasure as he adjusted his hips and Blaine hit his prostate over and over, blooming fireworks in his groin.

Suddenly everything was cut short, though, because Blaine was moaning his name and then, and then,

“KurtKurt, jesusFUCK I’m...I’m gonna...”

And he came, filling Kurt’s ass, and shuddering, sweating, keening on Kurt’s back.

Kurt, thrilled to have pleased Blaine, felt such fierce love and devotion in that moment...albeit a bit frustrated at his own pleasure as yet unfinished. And then he was surprised to realize that Blaine was still moving, stroking inside him.

“Blaine,” he gasped out, “Blaine, what are you...what are you doing?”

Blaine slowly pulled out of Kurt, still stroking his cock, and nudged Kurt to get him to turn over.

“I can keep...ungh...keep it like this if I keep going...just once but..fuck...but enough to make you come, baby.” Blaine replied.

Kurt was thunderstruck. He hadn’t done research on that. He felt giddy with excitement as he leaned back on the desk, spreading his legs and hooking them behind Blaine’s back, inviting him in once more.

Blaine reentered Kurt slowly, sweetly, and rocked against Kurt. Kurt moaned Blaine’s name over and over as this new position reached his prostate with lovely, spiraling force and he felt completely laid open and bare to Blaine, awash with his love and their pleasure. Blaine leaned down, chest to chest with Kurt, and licked his way into Kurt’s mouth, claiming it, entering Kurt in two places and pouring his soul, his love into him.

Kurt breathed into Blaine, “Blaine, Blaine, Blaine...I love youIloveyouIloveyou.” He felt his orgasm building, licking up his arms, rolling through his groin, aching in his cock. “Please...please Blaine, make me come. Please...fuck, fuck me, I need to come...please baby...”

Blaine could feel himself slipping, another orgasm surprising him. He pulsed harder into Kurt and reached between them to fist at Kurt’s cock.

The reaction was immediate and intense.

Kurt screamed out a moaned version of Blaine’s name and came, striping their chests with his come and vibrating with pleasure below Blaine as Blaine crashed into him, through him, and came to his second release, emptying out into Kurt yet again.

Blaine collapsed onto Kurt, chests heaving together, arms and legs tangled and bending over the edges of the desk at odd angles.

Kurt realized he had tears leaking from his eyes and he looked to Blaine and saw the same thing. He started to giggle as well, though, and he had no idea what his emotions were doing.

“No where for my feelings to go,” whispered Blaine, as they both began to shake with laughter.

“So what I’m getting from this is that you liked my gloves.” replied Kurt.

This just made Blaine laugh harder, and they both reveled in the feeling of completeness that enveloped them.

They stayed this way for a few more precious moments before Blaine made a move to get up.

Kurt held on to him, groaning his annoyance.

“Kurt, we have to leave this room before the cleaning crew comes through - not that I WANT to leave.”

“I know, I know...I just...I like you here. And I love you.” He leaned up and kissed Blaine gently. “Get my bag, we’ll clean up.”

Blaine was amused to discover that Kurt had wet wipes - wet wipes for goodness sakes - in his bag. As they cleaned up and redressed he stopped to languidly kiss his boyfriend again.

“Lube AND wet wipes? Where exactly did you think this was going to take place? How were you so sure?”

“Oh, I wasn’t sure,” Kurt replied, “I just hoped and practiced.”

“I am sincerely interested in learning more about this “practice” you keep referring to, “ replied Blaine as they exited the room and continued into their life...together.