For the second night in a row, Blaine had trouble sleeping.

This time it was because he felt guilty.

While his day with Kurt had been more than exceptional, and their time in bed even better, he felt like he hadn't treated Kurt the way he deserved. It had been the first time the guy had done something sexual with anyone. Damn! It was even the first time he'd kissed someone properly. But Blaine acted had like a dog in heat and even barked at him when the former tutor asked a silly question about his parents.

God, he hated them. He really, really hated them.

Well, not really. He was grateful for them actually.

Yeah, his parents had decided he was no longer his son when he told them he was gay; but he had a happy childhood and had everything he needed or wanted, except attentive parents. Instead, Blaine had a caring brother and grandmother that raised him right. And his parents were there for the important moments: Birthdays, first words and steps and they even were at the hospital when he got beaten up after his Sadie Hawkins dance. Of course, they left when he woke up and told them he had been gay bashed; but at least, they waited until Cooper took him back home to tell him he had to pack his things and leave. And there was the fact that they were still paying for everything.

So he was okay with the state of his relationship (or Non-relationship) he had with his parents, but he didn't appreciate Kurt's look of pity because he didn't live with them or have their approval. Blaine didn't need it or them. He was alright by himself.

Back to Kurt, he didn't deserve the way Blaine screwed up his first time by getting angry at him for suchan unimportant thing. And he knew that asking him for a goodnight kiss was even more stupid and he had no excuse.

Actually, he was a jerk. That was his excuse.

So the first thing he did when he spotted Kurt getting out of his Navigator the morning after, was to silently sneak behind him and wrap his arms around his waist, kissing a soft cheek.

"Blaine..."

"I'm so sorry, angel" he murmured against the usually pale neck now littered with hickeys, where the bad boy's head was hidden "I was an asshole and I treated you badly... and I didn't even make your first time worth it and now you're going to ha..."

"Wait, what?!" Kurt shifted in his arms to place his hands on Blaine's chest and look at him right in the eyes. "Yes, you were a jerk to me. But you had told me before you don't like talking about your parents, so I had it coming."

"But I..."

"Blaine, let me talk." The boy with the leather jacket and the pierced eyebrow nodded. "As I was saying, you were an ass. Shut up!" he said when Blaine started babbling again "but it was my fault. I shouldn't have asked you about that. On the other hand, what the hell are you talking about, Anderson? You practically touched me like I was a china doll, something made of crystal. I really can't imagine a better first time. Well it wasn't technically my first time, 'cause you haven't fucked me yet but... Oh my God, when did I start talking so dirty?"

Kurt was blushed from head to toes, his eyes had widened comically and his lower lip was now being chewed.

"I don't know, it wasn't actual dirty talk; but it was sexy" he winked, leaning down to press a soft peck on those beautiful rosy lips.

"Blaine, someone is going to see us" Kurt tried to push away but Blaine kept his arms tight around him so he couldn't move away.

"Look around angel, the place is empty. You always come here like more than a half hour early. And if someone see us, great! I won't stop kissing you just because some idiots think that it's manlier if you kiss a girl than if you kiss a boy. And if you're worried about Karofsky, let him see; maybe he'll understand that you'remine."

He knew his voice sound like a growl, but he couldn't help himself when he thought about Karofsky nearhisKurt. He didn't like the thought ofany guynear Kurt, actually. But he couldn't really stay angry when Kurt was leaving small pecks around his lips and chin. So he relaxed a little bit when the taller guy tightened his grip on Blaine's neck but growled again when he rolled his eyes.

"And maybe I'll also have to remind you that you belong to me, too. I'm going to fuck you so hard when we get home after class. I'll count the hours until I have your beautiful body writhing underneath me again" he said on Kurt's ear with his lowest sexiest voice.

He felt the body in his arms shiver and how the embrace between their bodies seemed so much hotter now. He had to admit it was even better making Kurt blush by talking dirty to him or telling him how sexy he was, than making him so angry that his cheeks flushed red.

"Blaine" he whined "You can't say those things here."When we are not at the bedroom where we can do something about it, Blaine completed in his mind "And your overheated- self will have to wait 'cause I have Glee club today"

"No" it was Blaine turn to whine "I don't want to share you with them. And I don't like you staying here alone when Karofsky can be around. I'll wait for you"

"I kind of like it when you get all possessive and jealous. But you know Karofsky hasn't even looked at me since last week; you have to tell me exactly what you said to Karofsky after that day in the locker room"

"I don't know what you're talking about" he lied, slightly brushing his lips against the other boy's, "Kiss me"

"No, tell me what happened"

Blaine faked a sigh as he unwrapped his arms from his tiny waist and leaned back on Kurt's car. "I just told that fucker to back off. And I might or not might have punched him a time or two... or a dozen times"

He winced when Kurt punched hard his arm, giving him his bitch face.

"You have to kiss me better, now" Blaine pouted, rubbing his arm.

Oh yeah, he wassucha bad boy.

"By the way" he continued "You're going to regret this! I'll have my payback later at my house"

"Shut up! I don't want you to go all bad boy on every guy that have a problem with me. 'Cause if you do that, you'll have to punch every single guy in Ohio." Kurt chuckled.

"I don't find it funny. I don't like thinking that you walk around and every stupid guy wants to either punch you or ravish you."

Once again Kurt chuckled, playing with the bad boys leather jacket's lapel. "No one wants to ravish me, silly. And I'm gay. I'm a gay kid in Ohio, it is obvious that people are closed minded and don't like me. I'm used to it, Blaine. I can fight my own battles. And, yeah I found it hot that you want to protect me but you have to stop that, okay? I'm really grateful, but don't go around punching people for me. Please" Kurt begged, kissing his lips in between every sentence.

"You're the one crazy here if you think no one wants to ravish you, babe. For a start, I'm standing right in front of you."

"Call me crazy if you want, I know no one wants to ravish me. Not even you." He took a step back. "Now, I'm going inside before people start coming"

What the hell was going on in Kurt's mind? Didn't he see how gorgeous he was? Or how Blaine stared at him like he just wanted to press him against any horizontal surface?

"Wait!"

Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand when he started walking towards the building. "I want you to come with me to my house at lunch. I have to give you something. Also, here is a little something I bought you as an apology" he took a small chocolate kiss out of the pocket of his jacket. "I'll wait for you here at lunch, come as soon as you can, okay?" he said grabbing Kurt's face between his hands to kiss him deeply, before letting him go.

He didn't felt like going to classes, so he just spent the morning walking along the streets until he reached his favorite coffee shop and sat there to drink to coffee cups and eat a few cookies. When the lunch time were just a few minutes away, Blaine walked back to stand next to Kurt's Navigator before he did.

Blaine was surprised when Kurt appeared by his side a few minutes before the bell ringed; and it must had showed in his face because the somewhat taller guy shrugged saying "I just told Mrs. Black I wasn't feeling that good. I'm such a boring student that she believed me. So, are we going to your house?"

He nodded and gestured him to open the car, getting inside when he turned off the alarm.

Kurt talked about his day and his father on their way home. How the older Hummel had looked at him with a badly disguised expression of "Told you so" with a big grin that Kurt didn't understand at all.

"He's acting so weird, always having this Cheshire cat's smile like he knows something I don't and trying to confuse me."

"Can we talk about something a little sexier? Like... which thong did you pick today?" He grinned, placing his hand on the other boy's thigh.

Kurt gave him this hurt look for a second and then looked straight ahead again with a pained expression on his face. But then he just shook his head. "It's your job to find out, Anderson. Didn't think I'd make it that easy, did you?" he winked.

Completely ignoring the first expression, Blaine rubbed his hand up to the crotch and this time, Kurt didn't flinch away; actually, he didn't even seem to realize the hand that was between his legs. A bit angry, he rubbed harder.

"Blaine, you're going to hit me in the arm and I'm going to crash with the car" Kurt slapped his hand away, again.

Before he got even to pout, they parked at his house. Once again, he got out before the car was even fully parked and pulled Kurt inside when he was a few steps away.

This time he didn't even miss a beat. He started kissing the pale neck and jaw until he reached the former tutor's pinky lips. He bit and pulled them with his teeth, soothing the sore skin with his tongue.

"We have to be quick. C'mere"

He dragged Kurt to his room, where he placed a new black box on his bed. He saw Kurt sat next to the box and started taking off his shoes when he told him to, while Blaine searched for something inside the box.

"You're not going to fuck me in less than half an hour. Are you?"

"Maybe one of these days; but no, not today. But if you're going to be at that Glee club when we could have been having fun, I'll give you something to remind you of me. Now why don't you lay back for me, angel?"

Kurt nodded and did as he said, leaving his legs parted and his hands at each side of his head. For Blaine: an obvious invitation for him to whatever he wanted to with his beautiful body. So he climbed on the bed until he was straddling Kurt's thighs and his fingers were laced with the chestnut haired guy's ones, pressing them on the mattress as he kissed him tender and long.

"We don't have much time, angel. I'm sorry. But I promise I'll make it up to you later."

Blaine crawled in reverse until he could unzip Kurt's jeans and then until he reached the bed's edge, the skinny jeans now off of the long pale legs. Once again, he gaped at the sight of Kurt in a tiny almost transparent thong. This time, Kurt had chosen one out of the box Blaine had given him. It was white, just two adjustable straps with a teeny-tiny triangle of lacy white cloth covering his crotch.

"You like it?"

"I love it, angel." He left a soft kiss on the top of the mound. "You know I think you look gorgeous in everything you wear. But I admit I have a thing for white lingerie. It looks so beautiful against your skin..."

You truly look like an angel,he wanted to say.

And then again he erased those thoughts of his head. One does no simply say things like that to someone who he just wanted to fuck. Tell him he looked sexy, fuckable or hot: Yes! Beautiful, like and angel, cute: No!

Or, at least, that was what Blaine used to think. But it wasn't that bad to tell Kurt he looked beautiful, was it?

"You're quite gorgeous yourself"

He liked how the pale hand held his face so they were looking at each other when Kurt spoke. Then, the taller guy kept his hand caressing the slightly raspy cheek.

"Just gorgeous? Am I not stunningly sexy,supahhot or so fuckable that every time you see me you just want to rip off our clothes and have your wicked way with me?"

"No, just gorgeous" Kurt teased with a grin "Now, I believe we have less than twenty minutes. Can you hurry up?"

"Always so demanding."

He literally ripped off the fabric that covered what he wanted to see and threw it away. His hands took a tight grip on the small hips as his breath ghosted above the belly, still covered by his shirt. When his head got lower, Kurt's legs wrapped around his head; loose enough not to asphyxiate him.

Just as he did the day before, he started with long languid licks and as the seconds went by, he licked faster and harder, tracing different patterns along the flushed skin. Kurt's thighs were trembling against his cheeks, his heels pushing into his shoulder blades harder and harder.

After a few minutes, he started fucking the gaping little hole with two of his fingers, going as far and fast as he could. Blaine smiled when the tutor's hips stated grinding again, wanting more. He gave him three fingers until he felt the walls were stretched enough.

"Now, baby, I want you to relax as much as you can. I promise this won't hurt at all"

"Will you fuck me?"

Blaine shook his head and raised a hand with what he picked out of his box: A vibrator. It wasn't as big as his cock, it was finger sized and it wouldn't stretch Kurt that much. He just wanted to have a little fun.

"See this little friend? Well, I happen to have this other little thing that controls how much it will vibrate when it'll be inside you... while you're at your Glee practice."

Kurt sat back instantly, his eyes wide opened.

"You want me to use that while I'm at Glee? Are you..."

"Nuh uh, angel. You're my slave, remember? And if I don't get to be with you as soon as classes are over, at least I get to have a little fun. Don't you think? Now, I'm going to put this in and we're going back to school."

Kurt scoffed and crossed his arms, but pouted just a second after.

"Won't you let me come now? I'm so horny and it's your fault."

"I said I'd get my payback, angel" he winked. "Now, lay back again and open these pretty legs of yours for me"

Growling, Kurt let his upper body fell on the mattress and held his legs wide open with his arms.

Blaine gave the little pussy a last soft kiss and then rubbed the tip of the vibrator at the entrance. It wasn't turned on yet but he could tell by the whimpering that Kurt was enjoying it all the same. Then, he slowly slid it in, stopping when Kurt flinched worried it was because of pain, until the little bump at the end of it was rubbing his little clit.

"You don't know how sexy it is to seeing your beautiful pussy swallowing the whole vibrator, angel. But what will you do if I do this..." he said slowly as he pressed one of the controller's buttons.

It didn't make any sound at all; Blaine had made sure the thing wouldn't interrupt the damn club. On second thoughts maybe he should have bought one with obnoxious sounds, maybe they would have made Kurt go back to his house and they would had more time together.

He realized the little machine started working when Kurt's hips jumped off of the bed as a moan broke in his throat. "Oh, Blaine! That feels so fucking fantastic. Fuck me with it" he pleaded.

"Nuh uh, babe. It's time for good kids to go to school and you're such a good boy. Now, I'm sure I have a few new thongs around here... Here it is! Sorry for breaking the other one," he extended a blue lacy thong to him.

"You have a thing for lacy lingerie, don't you?! All the thongs on the box were lacy's ones except that black one made of leather." He seemed a little angry, but then he sat back and whined again "Blaaaaaaaaine, can't you please make me come? This thing vibrating inside me is going to kill me. Please, pretty pretty please." He hugged Blaine's waist, hiding his face against his hard abs.

"No, angel. Stop, I won't make you come; not now, at least. And besides, we're getting late. C'mon, get dressed."

He left Kurt to pull his clothes on while he went to the bathroom to wash his face. It was so hard not to go back and fuck Kurt until they both couldn't move at all. But he knew Kurt loved that damn club more than some of his designer clothes, so he wouldn't keep him away from it.

When Kurt met him downstairs he seemed about to murder Blaine, but the bad boy kissed the swollen lips and grabbed his hand, dragging him to the passenger seat of his own car.

"I'm driving" he announced.

He didn't want to cause an accident if Kurt's legs were trembling because of the little vibrator inside him. He kept a hand on Kurt's thigh the whole drive, trying to relax the other boy. Far from getting relaxed, the pale boy kept digging his nails into Blaine's hand.

They parted with a kiss goodbye and when Blaine saw his soon-to-be lover pass the school's door pressed a button increasing the vibration of the little dispositive.

It was going to be thebesthour of the day.