“I think I’m going to slip out and get some comfortable clothes...are you feeling like lying in bed and watching stupid movies tonight?” Kurt asks, hoping for an affirmative.

Blaine doesn’t disappoint. He smiles and then, “I think being wrapped up in you while we laugh at some romcoms sounds perfect.”

Kurt preens, unashamed of being wrapped in a towel and no doubt red-tinged in front of Blaine. It just feels right to be this intimate with him, to know him, to...love him.

All other men are so screwed after this he thinks, and his stomach twinges in worry. Someday he’ll have to choose to not love Blaine. Someday he’ll have to choose to love someone else without even being able to talk about the wonder of his first love because the person doesn’t exist. The thought should be terrifying but all Kurt can feel is thankful that he even gets the opportunity. Sadness will be for later.

He makes it to his room without encountering Finn, which he counts as a blessing because that could very well mean that Finn’s downstairs playing some shoot-em-up on his x-box and not at all paying attention to Kurt and his activities.

It’s good to get away from Blaine for a minute; to regroup and decide how the rest of this night will go. He thinks he knows what he wants and he’s not afraid to go for it. He doesn’t think Blaine will bend though, but that doesn’t mean he can’t try. He loves Blaine too much to just not know. What’s going to happen and at least this way he has some control.

He enters his room and slips on some yoga pants and a long-sleeve black t-shirt before Blaine’s knocking quietly at the door.

“Come in,” he says, turning to face Blaine and being struck again by how different Sebastian-with-Blaine is. He’s not the same smarmy snarkster that he presents to the world. Kurt doesn’t think that Sebastian could act like Blaine if he wanted to. This thought is what brings back the warm, heady feeling of decision in his chest and he breaks out in smile.

“The yoga pants are pretty ridiculous on Seb’s legs,” Kurt comments, watching as Blaine looks down to examine himself.

“I look fantastic, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Blaine replies, turning once for good measure as the bottom of the pants flare out around his shins. “They may be a *little* short.”

Kurt laughs, gentle and lilting, and he can’t remember the last time he felt so happy.

“Watch ‘My Fair Lady’ with me?” he asks, pointing to his laptop and the dvd sitting beside it.

“Sounds perfect, actually, I’ve never seen it.”

“Never- Blaine Anderson we are fixing this right NOW. You need to know of the wonder that is Eliza Doolittle.”

Blaine smiles and ducks his head, sheepish but happy. “So let’s do this,” he teases, moving toward the bed in excitement.

“Okay, let’s.” Kurt replies and he crosses the room to get everything ready.

***

Three hours later they’re wrapped together in Kurt’s blankets, watching the credits roll.

“I have always wondered what it would’ve sounded like if Audrey Hepburn had been allowed to sing all the songs. I mean, she could sing and she sang in that one scene. Marti Nixon has a great voice, though,” Kurt muses, reaching for the laptop to stop the movie.

“I don’t think I really care one way or another,” says Blaine, stretching and pulling himself from the bed, “It’s so good. The way her character becomes someone else and doesn’t really know how to go back to being who she used to be? I can relate to that.”

Kurt glances up at him, noting the sad smile on Sebastian’s face.

“I mean, since I’ve met you...I just don’t know how things are going to go back to being how they were. I don’t-” Blaine cuts off, looking around the room as if for answers, “I don’t think I can. And it’s fucking terrifying.”

Kurt bites his lip and makes to move from the bed but Blaine waves him off.

“Stay there, okay? I’m just gonna go use the bathroom for a minute.” Blaine backs up to the doorway and then turns from the room, leaving Kurt alone with his thoughts.

Kurt glances at the clock. Neon green letters proclaiming it 9:34 stare back.

So little time.

Blaine seems to have forgotten the reason for his distress, but Kurt knows he hasn’t. It’s written there in the worry on his forehead when he thinks Kurt isn’t looking. He knows Blaine’s wondering what will happen tomorrow and who he will be and how it will effect them, but he’s too afraid to say it aloud or maybe even put more concise thought into it than is strictly necessary.

Kurt thinks about his already contrived plan, resolving to see it through no matter what when Finn appears in his doorway. He just stands there, looking at Kurt with a frown on his face until Kurt speaks.

“Please stop judging me. I know how it looks and it’s not like that. You won’t see him again after tonight just please - please let me have this one night and then I’ll try to explain it tomorrow?” Kurt knows he’s pleading at this point, but he just needs Finn to understand.

“One night. That’s all I’m giving you.” Finn responds, folding his arms across his chest. “You deserve better than that, dude.”

Kurt smiles warmly at Finn. It may have been a rocky road but it’s times like these that he feels like he has an honest-to-god brother.

“Carole will be home at 4:30?” he asks, knowing she has a 12-hour shift but wanting to be sure.

“Yeah, no, that’s’ why I came to see you. Mom called a little while ago and said they need her to stay until 7. I told her what Burt would - that I just want her to be safe. So she should be home then.” Finn nods to himself once in affirmation. “And Burt’s not due until next weekend, right?”

Kurt nods as well. Both their parents had expressed how wonderful it is to be able to trust the two of them so much now that his Dad was gone to Washington so much. Kurt cringes internally at this night and how it may affect that trust.

“Well, I’m going to Puck’s to play some music and some video games. Be safe, Kurt.” Finn eyes him knowingly and Kurt sighs dramatically, hoping to cut off Finn’s train of conversation.

“Yeah, I know, it’s just as bad for me to say, okay? God!” Finn taps the doorframe as Sebastian comes into view and makes his way down the stairs without acknowledging his existence. They both hear the door slam a few moments later.

“So, we’re alone?” Blaine ventures, a small smile on his face.

“Yeah. Come here.” Kurt says, trying for sultry but feeling as though he’s fallen miles from the mark.

Sebastian’s eyebrow arches yet he moves forward, closing the gap between his body and the bed quickly. He doesn’t join Kurt, though, a fact that unnerves Kurt to no end. How is supposed to seduce someone if they aren’t on the bed with him? He would just need to take matters into his own hands.

Feeling like a fool he pitches his body forward and moves on all fours toward the edge of the bed until his face is hovering close enough to Sebastian’s thighs to make his intent clear.

Blaine looks down at him with a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “What- I mean, um, what are you doing?”

Kurt huffs once, sitting up and putting his hands in his lap.

“Um, seducing you?” he asks, hoping beyond hope that Blaine won’t laugh, because if he does he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to take it and-

Blaine lets out a giggle. One small little trifle of a thing and Kurt’s pulling back, mouth dry and eyes stinging, refusing to look at Sebastian at all.

“Oh, Kurt,” Sebastian’s voice, placating as always.

“Don’t ‘Oh Kurt’ me!” Kurt explodes, “You’ll keep jumping from life to life but I have tonight with you - a second chance at that first day - and I wanted to take it, that’s all. I wanted to...just, I wanted to be with you like that because when-” Kurt’s voice hitches, his desire to be understood overcoming his control over basic speech. “Because when you’re gone at least I’d have that, you know? That one thing that no one can take from me. That you were my
first. My first...love, my first time, my first everything, right?”

He turns to face Blaine and Sebastian’s face is dumbstruck, overcome with a million emotions that Blaine can’t seem to school into one expression.

“You...you love me?” He asks, incredulous.

“I think I do, yes.”

Blaine’s on him then, gripping his cheeks between his hands and kissing his lips, alternating searing heat with whispered ‘I love you’s’ against his lips and pulling him impossibly close.

This is going to happen, this is going to be mine, for me to keep, I- Kurt reaches for Sebastian through his yoga pants, thoughts getting hazy as he puts his plan into action.

Blaine realizes and pulls back quickly, not letting go of Kurt’s face for an instant.

“Kurt, no,” he says, quietly yet firmly, and Kurt can’t help the pained whimper that escapes his lips.

“But why?” Kurt whines, cringing at the sound of his need. He pulls them upright, stealing Sebastian’s hands from his face to intertwine them on the bed clothes between them. “Why can’t I have this? I need to do this, Blaine.”

“It’s not that I don’t want you, Kurt, because oh do I want you,” Blaine says, the hunger in Sebastian’s eyes clouding his gaze, “But not like this. Not in this body because-”

“I have condoms!” Kurt blurts and then hurriedly looks away, cheeks stained red, before bringing his eyes back to Blaine’s, amusement painted across his face but thankfully giggle-free. “I mean, if it’s about being safe from Sebastian?”

Blaine grimaces, a sad, sad expression forming at the corners of his eyes.

“That’s part of it, yes, but it’s so much more, Kurt. You’d be experiencing that with this body, the confusion of that alone would be hard - what would stop you from going back to Sebastian when he calls because you hear and see me, even if he’s treating you like dirt?”

Kurt gives a small nod, seeing his point but not wanting to.

“And after this you’ll have had sex. With me, but not me, right? But then what? The intimacy of it is gone and where will your feelings go, Kurt? I can’t leave you like that. I can’t. What if I’m not even in Lima tomorrow? It’s so much.”

Kurt wants to hit him he’s so right and it hurts, god it hurts, right in the middle of his chest.

“And the last one...the last reason is personal and selfish of me but...if I were to do that - to be your first when you are someone who treasures it so much more than so many others - I wouldn’t want to be this. To be him...I’d want to be me, which is more selfish than anything ever, and I’m sorry but...it’s how i feel.”

Kurt just looks at Blaine, realizing what an honorable person he has become through an insane situation.

He realizes the tears are sliding down his face when Blaine brushes them away.

“Fine. But you’re staying here and sleeping with me. I don’t care about tomorrow morning, I don’t care what I have to tell Sebastian. I’ll set an alarm for 5am and kick him out before Carole comes home but I just...stay with me?” Kurt’s pleading again but neither of them care, really, because Blaine feels the same way.

“Okay,” Blaine replies, and they get to getting ready for bed.

***

Forty minutes later and they’re in pajamas and under Kurt’s covers, facing each other and talking, low voices whispered sweet against soft pillows. They talk about Blaine’s mother and what he remembers of her and how much he would give to see her again, if just for one day. They talk of Elizabeth, Kurt’s mother, and how she had died when Kurt was eight of cancer, her life slowly robbed and Kurt unable to remember, sometimes, what she looked like.

They talked about Kurt’s hopes for the future and his application to NYADA, his plans to live with Rachel and his fear about not making it. It goes unspoken between them that Blaine wishes he could have dreams, too.

Kurt sets his cell alarm diligently for 5am when their eyes begin to droop and someone begs to be the little spoon and succeeds and he has a moment, just a moment before their lips brush and he’s turning to be held that he wishes for more.

But mostly he’s just happy for what he’s had.

***

Kurt blearily grabs for his cell phone, its incessant ringing shocking him out of deep sleep. Why did I set this alarm, it’s SUNDAY he thinks before shutting off the alarm and settling back onto his bed.

His bed with another person in it.

Oh.

Kurt groans internally. This was the part that seemed so simple last night when he had wanted Blaine to stay.

Now it seemed so awkward, kicking Sebastian out, and it felt like so much energy was going to be used he didn’t even want to start the process. He’s musing on how to go about waking his ex-boyfriend, staring at the ceiling in the dark until his eyes are adjusted and the room feels more like charcoal than black, when Sebastian stirs beside him, becoming less of a lump a few inches away and more of a koala, turning over and straddling Kurt’s thigh while snuffling into Kurt’s chest. Kurt has a moment to think that it would be nice just to be cuddled when he realizes something is off about the whole situation.

Sebastian’s snuffling at his chest but his toes are still touching Kurt’s.

Kurt reaches his fingertips up to pull them through Sebastian’s hair, simply to wake him up, but once they’re there it’s not Sebastian’s thin hair but thick instead, waves of softness Kurt wants to explore. At this Kurt finally looks down, gasping in surprise. From what he can see the body in the bed with him has very dark hair - maybe even black. He can’t see the face, but the shoulders, which on last night’s body had been clothed, are bare and strong, compact muscles stretched tight in their hold around Kurt’s torso.

Kurt stares, his mouth unable to form words, but his mind working in overdrive, asking questions he doesn’t know the answer to.

He doesn’t want to disturb...whoever is in bed with him, (Please be Blaine, please be Blaine...) but he does want to get to the bottom of this, so he reaches his fingertips down, locating the man’s chin, and pulls it up to see his face.

Electricity runs over his skin at the sight. He’s still asleep, though barely if the small noises in his throat are any indication. His eyelashes are dark and impossibly long against his cheeks. His skin is darker than Kurt’s and his lips are perfect, so perfect that Kurt just wants to kiss them to feel them real against his mouth. His eyebrows are dark and expressive as well, and Kurt has a moment to think of geometry jokes in his head before snapping his attention back to the body in bed with him.

He’s not sure who it is, but whoever it is is cuddled up to him and naked.

Which needs to be remedied.

Kurt has a flash of wonder about Sebastian and where he may be, but he dismisses the thought and just goes with this, whatever it is, as he reaches down and shakes the person pressed to his side.

***

Blaine doesn’t want to wake up. He’s warm, impossibly comfortable, and he’s been dreaming of Kurt in his slumber, cuddling Kurt, kissing Kurt, licking down his-

Blaine needs to stop that train of thought if he’s going to take stock of his day.

He’s pulling out of sleep, having slipped weirdly into a dream of being poked by a stick, when he realizes he’s not alone in the bed he’s in.

Well this is a first.

“No, need more sleep first,” he says, realizing Hey, I’m a boy again today and then moving his toes to move on to woo, leg usage before he really hears the voice speaking to him.

“Um, hello?”

That pulls Blaine right into wakefulness because it’s Kurt’s voice. He sits himself up in Kurt’s bed, taking in the familiar room, the familiar smell. How is it that’s he still Sebastian...but this body doesn’t feel like Sebastian, though and-

He looks up at Kurt who’s watching him with worried eyes. He realizes quickly that Kurt doesn’t have a clue what’s going on here, either and so, “Um, so it’s me still - It’s Blaine.”

*

Kurt’s body softens and he pulls Blaine down to him, smoothing his fingers over his hair.

“How are you even here? Shouldn’t you be wherever this body is supposed to be?” Kurt asks, pulling Blaine’s chin up. The honey eyes there widen, and Kurt’s pretty sure he could look at this face forever. Blaine really got lucky in the body today - this boy is gorgeous.

“I- I think I’m going to look in the mirror,” Blaine says, his face frozen in some expression Kurt’s never seen on anyone. Fear? Excitement? Both?

“What is it, Blaine?” Kurt asks, worry threaded through his voice.

“I just- I need to see,” Blaine chokes out as he tugs his legs free of the covers.

Kurt colors, seeing the body Blaine’s in naked for the first time. It was one thing to see Sebastian naked - it was something that he thought would happen eventually anyway. It’s a completely different thing to be seeing this body naked, a body he was never invited to see.

The body is tight and compact, but well-muscled and so, so perfect, from the gentle sprinkling of dark hair across the chest, to the perfectly manicured area around the man’s pelvis, Kurt is hooked. Between that and the ass this boy is presenting, Kurt is having trouble hiding what his body thinks of the man before him.

Now is not the time to comment on it, though, because Blaine hasn’t even seemed to notice his nakedness as he’s crossing the small space between Kurt’s bed and the large mirror in his alcove. Kurt watches as Blaine sees the reflection for the first time and his hands fly to his face, touching it all over and opening his eyes wide to look at them before baring his teeth to examine the way they look, too. He observes as Blaine takes in the body, too, his eyes drawing down and over the lean torso, the swell of the hips, and-

Before he can watch him anymore, Blaine’s slipping, his knees hitting the floor and his arms crossed on the vanity in front of him, his chin resting lightly on his skin.

Kurt gets up and moves to him, switching on a small light on his way before kneeling on the floor and looking at Blaine in the mirror.

“What is it?” he asks, honestly puzzled at the response from Blaine.

Blaine stares at the reflection for a while, his fingers reaching up occasionally to stretch at skin and touch his ears before responding.

“I think...I think I’m me.”

Kurt started, almost knocking things from the vanity.

“Are you sure?” he asks, breathless at the idea of it.

“Well, look on my back, on my right shoulder toward the middle - there should be a birthmark there. Do you see it?”

Kurt looks, finding the darkened area of skin easily.

“Y-esss,” Kurt lets out, trying not to get too excited, trying to hold himself together for Blaine.

Blaine nods, his whole frame shaking minutely against Kurt as he blinks rapidly and opens his mouth to speak again.

“And-” Blaine begins, but stutters over the word, the sounds thick in his throat, “And on my lower back, right above...my butt, on the left, there should be a scar - not very long but the gouge was really deep when I landed on a log while crossing a stream with mom about three months before I was gone.”

Kurt looks, pointedly avoiding looking anywhere lower than where Blaine is indicating until he has expressed permission to do so. Everything feels so fragile right now, and Kurt knows his actions are critical. There, almost touching the base of Blaine’s spine, is a scar, about an inch wide and a half inch long, white against his dark skin.

“Ye-es,” Kurt breathes, his voice catching, “It’s - it’s there.” He reaches out a finger to touch it, push against the skin where it is to show Blaine what he’s seeing and Blaine slithers to the floor, a heap of boy on the carpet. Kurt reaches over to his bed and pulls on the bedspread, pulling it off and covering Blaine, tucking it around his skin and trying to afford him some semblance of modesty.

Blaine’s head is buried in his arms, and Kurt watches as his body shakes harder, his shoulders wracked with sobs as the dam finally breaks.

Kurt just sits there, stunned into silence, as Blaine cries into his skin - skin that’s obviously been maintained, cared for, onto muscle that is anything but atrophied. Someone has been caring for this body - and well - in anticipation of Blaine’s returning to it.

It’s mind boggling for Kurt and he’s not the one experiencing it.

He reaches out, tentative hand trembling, and smooths it over Blaine’s shoulder, bringing it to rest on Blaine’s back. It’s a gesture that says, “I’m here. If you need me, I’m here.” Blaine seems to understand because in moments he’s pulled himself over until his head’s in Kurt’s lap, the tears still falling but seemingly more open to physical contact; to letting Kurt in.

“Can you tell me what you’re thinking?” Kurt asks gently, tracing Blaine’s left ear with his fingertips and breathing slowly, carefully.

Blaine turns so his face is fully visible to Kurt. “It’s just a lot, you know? A lot to take in. Look at me! I’m, I’m just- I’m me and I just I don’t know why but I’ll take it and I’m just...I’m happy and so freaking confused, and I’m just...I’m really, really glad you’re here because if I were anywhere else I might have completely lost my shit.” Blaine takes in a shuddery breath and sits up, the comforter slipping off his shoulders and down around his waist, barely covering him.

Kurt tries not to notice.

“Maybe I’m supposed to be here,” Kurt shrugs, drawing his fingertips over Blaine’s cheek slowly. “And I’m sorry if this is the wrong time, or if this is offensive, but you’re beautiful. Stunning.” Kurt drops his gaze, afraid to show Blaine any more of what he’s thinking because now is so not the time but he can’t help it, can’t stop the way he’s feeling any more than he can control a rainstorm.

When he looks up again, Blaine is looking down at himself, seeming to realize how naked he is.

“I- Kurt I’m so sorry, I mean I didn’t mean to-” He begins, and Kurt laughs.

“What? Didn’t mean to suddenly find yourself with a body and forget to put clothes on it? Where are you going with this line of thought, Blaine? I’m-” He catches himself, unsure for a moment if he should continue his thought and then screw it, “I’m not complaining over here.”

Blaine just looks at him with those amber eyes for a moment so Kurt continues.

“You’re in your own body, Blaine. It’s...nice.” Kurt finishes lamely, worried that he is treading on dangerous ground.

“Do you want me?” Blaine asks, point blank and without ceremony.

“Wha-” Kurt chokes on nothing and then finds his breath to speak again, hitting his chest with his fist for effect. “Are you kidding me right now?”

Blaine looks away, his confidence draining from his face.

“Well if you don’t now, I mean, I just thought...what you said yesterday and I-” he babbles before Kurt crawls back into his space, getting up on his knees to be slightly above Blaine at sitting height and interrupts him.

“Stop, stop, stop! Stop talking,” Kurt says, laying the fingertips of his right hand over Blaine’s lips - Blaine’s smooth, perfect, kissable- “That’s not what I meant, Blaine. You-” Kurt stops, licking his lips before looking away for a moment to compose himself, pull his thoughts together, and say his next words with all the confidence he has. “You’re breathtaking - I said that. I mean, trust me when I say, my body and mind most definitely want you. It’s almost embarrassing at this point.”

Blaine glances down at Kurt’s pajama pants and ducks his head, a small huff of a laugh escaping his lips.

“Oh, yeah, it’s hilarious, Blaine. When the man you love and you think you can’t have suddenly shows up naked in your bed and you want to be supportive but...but damn and now you can have everything with him and you want to be that innocent, nice guy that he thinks he knows but he’s just all...he’s all...” Kurt waves at Blaine in a manner that indicates all of Blaine’s body and then presses on. “I don’t have to “have” you, Blaine. I mean, that’s not what this is about, this is about you being you and that is so, so, so-”

This time it’s Blaine interrupting but not with his fingertips. Kurt’s shocked into silence as Blaine’s lips are pressed firmly against his, and it’s better than kissing Sebastian, it’s better than kissing anyone because it’s kissing Blaine and Blaine kissing back. His mouth is firm and insistent against Kurt’s own, opening slightly and pulling with soft sincerity against his bottom lip, making him moan outright before Blaine’s pulling away and stilling.

“I’m glad I’m me, Kurt. So, so glad. Because I can be here, like this, with you, and have it mean even more. So just- just...” he trails off, pulling at the hem of Kurt’s shirt with still-shaking fingers. “Help me be me, Kurt, make me feel like I actually exist.”

Kurt feels like he could either laugh outright in pure joy or break down in tears of relief at Blaine’s words but in the end he chooses neither as Blaine’s pulling him in again, kissing his lips with intent and opening Kurt’s mouth with his tongue as his hands pull at Kurt’s shirt.

They part only for a moment for Blaine to pull the fabric off of Kurt’s head, tossing it somewhere where neither of them care before claiming Kurt’s mouth again.

Kurt drowns in it, in the smell of Blaine and the warmth of his touch, each fingertip leaving trails of godyesfinally on his skin as they map and trace the lines of his body - the nape of his neck, the curve of his spine, and each indent between his ribs.

“I love to touch you,” Blaine breathes between kisses, his hands gripping tightly at Kurt’s hips, his breath hot on Kurt’s neck as he tastes and explores every inch of Kurt he can reach. “Feel you with these fingertips - my fingertips.

Kurt whines, his hips speaking for him in his need for Blaine to keep going, to touch him, make him feel like he’s not alone in his burning need to be close, closer.

Blaine pulls free of his neck, his lips dark and slick with use. “Bed?” he asks quietly, eyes speaking volumes of want.

Kurt’s heart stutters in his chest at the thought, what they could do - what they will do in his bed, with Blaine’s body and-

“Yes, oh my god, so much yes.” he replies, standing up and pulling Blaine with him.

Forgetting the comforter.

And oh yes, Blaine is extremely interested.

“Holy. Shit.” Kurt exclaims softly, cursing his stupid mouth for having no filter.

Blaine looks down and laughs, his right hand reaching up to wring at the back of his neck.

“Um, there’s really no ceremony this time, right?” Blaine says, looking up at Kurt with no less intensity than before.

“Not really, no,” Kurt agrees, but then pulls the drawstring on his own pajamas and pulls them off, carelessly tossing them to the ground. He looks back to Blaine, a wicked smile on his lips. “And I honestly don’t care.”

“Oh my god, Kurt, you are so fucking hot as it is, why...why?” Blaine exclaims, walking to him and then pushing him back, back, until Kurt finds himself flat on his back on his bed, legs splayed and chest heaving. Blaine’s on him in moments, his tongue tracing the same paths his fingertips had minutes before, tickling his ribs and his clavicles, before settling on teasing one of his nipples to attention, circling the hardening flesh until it’s tight and teasing, aching to be sucked.

“Fu-Blaine, Blaine, Kurt manages before Blaine’s mouth closes around it and suck, hard enough to spur Kurt’s back to arch involuntarily. Apparently I like this Kurt has the wherewithal to think before speaking again. “Blaine, Blaine, your mouth, oh my god, please.”

Kurt almost cringes, realizing what he’s begging for, what he wants. He wants what Blaine promised so long ago in the shower yesterday, wants to be-

“Blaine?” he says, decidedly calm compared to a moment ago. Blaine looks up from where he’s teasing Kurt’s other nipple, scraping teeth and tongue harshly as he does. “Ohmygod, okay...okay,” Kurt grits out, his cock pulsing to the beat of his heart. “Do you want to, I mean, yesterday-”

Blaine laughs, deep and low, and ducks down again, licking into Kurt’s belly button and oh, there has to be a direct connection between that spot and the head of his dick because the noise he makes is absolutely obscene. Blaine glances up again, his face dark with lust.

“If I’m getting that from your bellybutton, I honestly can’t wait to have your cock in my mouth, Kurt.”

Kurt groans and swats at Blaine’s arm.

“Stop picking on me during my first blowjob, dammit,” he complains, cheeks flushing scarlet at saying the word. “It’s just...Jesus, Blaine, so good, and I can’t take this just...” He covers his face with his hands, afire with embarrassment before almost doubling over with pleasure. Blaine’s taken him into his mouth whole, without preamble, and is sliding him slick-hot into and out of his mouth.

“Oh my fucking God, Blaine!” he half-whines, half growls, hips wanting to fly up into the hotwetyes of Blaine’s throat but held fast by Blaine’s arm.

Blaine pulls off, leaving Kurt wanting and wet, hips making small circles against hot sheets, and makes a soft tsk tsk noise.

“Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, language,” he says, and Kurt huffs, pulling himself up to his elbows and glaring down at Blaine.

“Really Blaine, REALLY?” he whines, unable to help his tone of voice, which he had meant to sound stern.

Blaine lifts a cocky eyebrow at him and leans down, his eyes never leaving Kurt’s, letting his tongue come out and lick softly as the base of Kurt’s cock, smile at the corners of his lips as he drags it upward slowly, stopping occasionally to flick and suck with his lips before reaching the tender underside of Kurt’s head and staying there, mouthing and flicking his tongue and making Kurt mewl.

Kurt falls back on the bed, a string of profanities he’s never uttered in succession before falling from his lips as Blaine takes him in his mouth again and again, working his orgasm from deep in his spine.

His hips begin to cant erratically, Blaine’s mouth taking him apart quickly and surely until he’s chanting Blaine’s name in earnest, pulling at his hair in warning.

“I- Blaine, I-” he tries, but Blaine just sucks in earnest, jerking the length of his cock in time with his mouth and Kurt’s gone, the world blown white, the sounds blurred out.

Blaine pulls away softly, watching Kurt as he comes slowly back to him, his body lax and supple against the bed.

Kurt looks up at him finally, stupid grin on his face as he hits the bed with the palm of his right hand.

“So fucking hot Blaine, oh my god.” He says, apparently embracing his filthy mouth for the time being. “I mean...your mouth. I-” He looks at Blaine lovingly, wishing he could convey how he feels with mere words and realizes he can do one better.

“Yes, it’s my mouth, isn’t it,” Blaine says, reaching up to touch his own lips in wonder. “It’s...it’s mine.”

“Actually,” Kurt says with a saucy grin, “I believe that right now? It’s mine.

***

Kurt’s chest is rising and falling and he’s still grinning at Blaine like...well, like he’s been debauched, which he has.

Blaine grins back, unable to help himself because he made Kurt look this way.

He reaches down to his cock, stroking it lightly and moaning at the pressure; he’s been hard for a while now and he’s going to lose his mind if he doesn’t do something>/i> about it.

Kurt watches Blaine’s hand move over himself for a moment and then slits his eyes at him.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He asks, taking Blaine by surprise.

Blaine laughs a little, shoulders shaking while his hand speeds up, needing to find release.

“I think- I think it’s- pretty obvi- obvious, K-Kurt,” he gets out, his orgasm creeping up on him, making his hips start to snap forward before Kurt’s grabbing at his hand.

“But I want to do this for you, you just-” he says plaintively, obviously alarmed at the prospect of not reciprocating.

Blaine stills his hand, eyeing Kurt and willing himself to breathe.

“What do you want to do?”

Kurt lifts himself off the bed, rising to his knees while dragging himself closer to Blaine. He reaches out to him with both hands, cupping Blaine’s face and forcing his tongue into his mouth over and over until Blaine’s whining, cock leaking.

“Touch me? Please touch me?” Blaine begs, falling onto his back and fisting at the sheets.

Kurt reaches under the bed and produces a small shoe box and pulls the lid off, searching inside for something. He finds what he wants and replaces the lid before placing the
box on his nightstand.

Blaine watches as Kurt uncaps the lubricant and pours some into his right hand before placing that, too, on the nightstand. Kurt takes a deep breath and then settles on his stomach between Blaine’s legs, his left elbow supporting him, his right hand cupped
gently.

“What are you-” Blaine begins, but Kurt takes hold of his cock with his left hand to stop his speech, and boy does it.

“Just let me do this, Blaine, or I’ll lose my courage here,” Kurt says, his voice high with nerves. Blaine has a moment to consider what he’s saying before he’s arched back, mouth open and throat working to make noises he’s never made before.

Kurt’s biting softly at the inside of his left thigh as he traces the skin below Blaine’s balls with his right fingertips, letting lube slide down them and between Blaine’s cheeks. Blaine feels the lube start to catch at his hole and he moans, becoming supple and slick beneath Kurt’s wandering fingers. He’s massaging at the skin there, teasing the muscles to tighten and contract, moving in widening circles and growing ever closer to Blaine’s opening. Blaine seems to lets go, his mouth make the noises it wants as he realizes Kurt’s going to do what he asked for yesterday in the shower; he’s going to finger him.

Kurt brings his mouth up, licking teasingly at the soft, wet underside of Blaine’s cock as he finds and pushes at Blaine’s hole, making him gasp and shudder. He quietly licks, never going faster and focusing on the tender skin under the head of Blaine’s dick as he pushes a little harder, a little more insistently at Blaine’s opening until his finger breaches him minutely.

“Y-ee-sss,” Blaine moans out, chasing the pressure of Kurt’s finger with his hips as Kurt continues to tongue lazily at his cock.

Blaine wants to fuck up into Kurt’s mouth but he can’t because then the tight, perfect press of Kurt’s finger will stop and it’s already halfway in, blunt pressure where he needs it, craves it.

“More…more, Kurt,” he pleads, pulling on the sheets in his need.

He feels Kurt push until his hand is flat against Blaine’s ass and Blaine begins to rock his hips, pulling Kurt’s finger into and out of himself.

He looks down to see Kurt watching, no longer tonguing at the slit of his dick, a look of awe on his face.

“More, c’mon, more,” he whispers hoping Kurt won’t get offended but honestly, he’s starting to ache to come.

Kurt’s eyes widen and he pulls his finger out, only to replace it with two, breaching Blaine quickly this time and pumping them shallowly in then out, making headway deeper, more.

Blaine wants to laugh it feels so good, and does when Kurt starts licking at him again, which is a mistake because that makes Kurt stop everything.

‘What is it?” he asks, looking mildly concerned.

“Nothing, fuck, please keep going, it just feels so good Kurt. So, so good. Perfect.” Blaine counters.

Kurt looks relieved and then resumes his motions, his long fingers pushing, pushing, fucking Kurt’s mind supplies, into Blaine’s perfect ass. He pulls the fingers out to add another, unimpressed with the awkwardness of the act. Three fingers is just so awkward. How come no one has ever said this somehow? Is there a tutorial
somewhere that tells how this could be easier...? he thinks, but then has an idea.

“I-” he begins, flustered and not wanting to say the idea he’s had but knowing it might help the situation. He’s always enjoyed it, anyway. “I want to try something else, is that okay?”

Blaine looks down at him and just nods vigorously.

“Anything, anything...”

Kurt removes his fingers and leaves the bed quickly, leaving Blaine whimpering while he grabs his discarded pajama pants. He winces at them being the only choice of hand cloth while wiping his fingers and mentally shrugging. He drops the pajamas next to the bed and then reaches into the same box again, taking out a long, slim vibrator. Personal massager, he reminds himself, thanking the As-Seen-On-TV store at the mall and cash money. He picks up the lube and coats it thoroughly, warming it up with his hands.

Blaine watches him, eyes wide.

“Well, well, Mr. Hummel. Not so innocent I see,” he says, smile wide and eyes shining.

Kurt colors all the way down his torso and hides his face in his shoulder.

“Shh, stop it. I was in the store and I bought it and it was like three months ago and...just hush, you. Is...is this okay?”

Blaine nods again, eyes wolfish. “Anything to get me ready for you, Kurt.”

Kurt almost drops the vibrator.

“Oh my God.”

Blaine sits up, eyes wide, scrambling. “I didn’t mean to assume, I mean yesterday I said...and you didn’t object and then you were...and...”

Kurt places his palm in the center of Blaine’s chest and pushes him back as he climbs back on the bed. He uses his knees to nudge Blaine’s thighs apart and repeats himself, “I
said hush.

Blaine moans low, covering his hands with his face as the vibrator pushes at him, opening him slowly and surely, eased by the lube and the stretch Kurt’s already accomplished. The vibrator is only about as wide as Kurt’s three fingers together and not even on, but it’s a whole lot easier to navigate, to control the width of the stretch.

Blaine makes a small noise in his throat and Kurt stops, worried.

“Are you okay?”

“Mmm hmm,” Blaine growls, pushing his hips down, trying to take more of the toy. “Why- why stopping?”

Kurt laughs, Blaine’s speech making his arousal flare and his cock harden. He really seems to like it.

“Just tell me if I’m hurting you, I never want to hurt you, Blaine.” Kurt replies, and then continues pushing, stretching Blaine until the toy is fully seated.

“Ungh...I...Okay...I...” Blaine tries, but he’s seeking with his hips again and Kurt’s withdrawing the vibrator, and then pushing back in, acclimating Blaine to the push and pull as Blaine grinds his hips down, taking it harder than Kurt would’ve dared to try.

“Oh- oh my god,” Blaine lets out, barely speech more like a huff of breath with words entangled.

Kurt looks up and sees Blaine’s head turned sharp, nose buried in his arm, his teeth biting at the skin there as he pushes toy in and out. It incites him, seeing Blaine unbound; his
body responding to Kurt’s in such a primal way. Kurt pushes a little harder, biting his lip to keep from interrupting the gorgeous man above him.

“Kurt - Kurt, st- stop,” Blaine says, and Kurt stops immediately, concern flooding his veins.

“Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry, Blaine, I-” Kurt begins.

“No, no, I’m fine, Kurt, I’m more than fine, actually...would you, I mean, can we...?” Blaine’s tripping over his words, sweat at his hairline and body trembling.

Kurt ducks his head, embarrassed to find thatyes, we can because he’s never wanted to or had the opportunity for and-

He realizes Blaine’s staring at him, a small frown slowly becoming deeper.

“I mean, we don’t have to and maybe you’re not ready-”

Kurt moves up to kiss him, softly yet urgently, using his tongue to coax open Blaine’s lips and then his jaw to make the motion as deep as possible, putting what he wants into Blaine’s mouth.

“I’m ready,” Kurt whispers as he pulls away, easing the toy out of Blaine as he goes. Blaine sighs against the removal of the toy, pushing himself back against the sheets, waiting while Kurt wipes down the toy with wipes from his bedside drawer and then puts it on the floor, on the pajama pants to be washed later.

“Do you want to use a condom?” Kurt asks when he’s through, gesturing toward the box.

Blaine seems to consider a moment, his fingertips tracing over his own chest, teasing unintentionally at his nipples as he considers.

“Probably should, not knowing where exactly my body’s been - I mean, I know it’s been taken care of but in case...you know?”

Kurt nods and reaches for the box, producing a wrapped condom. Thank god for health
class, he thinks, because despite the embarrassment at the time, it was SO worth it right now.

He pinches the tip of the condom, wincing at the cold plastic feel, and slides it down the length of himself, a little shocked at the tightness, He reaches for more lubricant and slicks it everywhere, not wanting to hurt Blaine. When he’s done he lifts his gaze to Blaine again, his eyes that look nervous but shine, cheeks warm, body taut.

“Okay?” Kurt asks, hushed and reverent.

“Definitely,” Blaine answers, moving down the bed and pushing the pillows off.

Kurt lifts on Blaine hips until they’re angled up, almost resting on his thighs and Blaine spreads his legs wider, reaching down and pulling at the muscles of his ass, exposing himself fully to Kurt.

“Jesus, this is happening,” Kurt says, more to himself than to Blaine and Blaine snickers.

“Yes, and I’m really, really impatient, so...” Blaine teases, shaking his ass and making Kurt stop before he can even get close.

Kurt swats at said ass.

“Hold still, this is hard enough as it is!” Kurt exclaims and then flushes, realizing he’s
slapped Blaine’s ass.

“Oooh, fiesty,” Blaine says in mock awe, making things even worse.

“You’re not funny,” Kurt says, voice low and body in motion, lining himself up just right and nudging his hips forward, just barely entering Blaine.

Oh so tighthotyestight he thinks, holding himself back from pushing, pushing.

Blaine chokes out some syllable and then breathes, trying again. “I-ohhfuck-am too, am too funny.” He pushes his hips and takes a little more, a little deeper; groaning as Kurt holds himself still.

Kurt hisses, his whole body sending out signal flares as he holds, holds...

“More,” Blaine whimpers, seeking with his body, taking Kurt deeper and both boys groan.

“So- so-good Blaine, ohmygod,” Kurt whines. I can’t take this, I can’t take this his mind’s chanting, chanting.

“Yes,” Blaine says as he pushes the rest of the way down, taking all of Kurt in.

Kurt holds himself above Blaine, shaking, shaking, and looks into Blaine, like he did the very first day, and then pulls back.

“Oh god,” Blaine exclaims, the deep drag of Kurt setting his nerves alight. “Please, yes, please.”

Kurt keeps his eyes on Blaine’s face as he enters him fully again, Blaine’s body adjusting to his length and relaxing further, taking what Kurt can give. He watches Blaine’s eyes shut tight, his mouth open in silent pleasure, then small sounds that could be words but mostly are exclamations of need spill out. It’s when Blaine does that thing again, turns his head and bites at his bicep that Kurt feels his orgasm build, threatening to come too soon.

“Blaine, I need to - to slow down or-”

“No!” Blaine says quickly, his eyes flying open and his body working harder, faster against Kurt’s. “I-I want- I need you to. Have me-c’mon.”

Kurt’s body responds, engulfing fire deep in the marrow of his bones as he fucks into Blaine again and again, Blaine taking himself in hand and jerking rapidly with the rhythm of Kurt’s hips.

His sounds aren’t words now but soft whines and gasps, pieces of Kurt’s name sewn together in drowning pleasure as he comes between them and his whole body convulses. He takes Kurt down with him as the muscles in his ass pulse against Kurt’s cock. Kurt stops and holds, body stock still, coming fast hot into Blaine as he muffles his cries into Blaine’s chest, saying his name over and over.

The air is silent, save for their breathing, when Blaine says it.

“I love you Kurt.”

“I love you, Blaine.”