The house was thrumming with the sounds of music and laughter, and the clinking of ice as drink glasses were emptied and filled up again. Kurt had found respite from his duties as host out on the balcony overlooking the front of his house and now he was covertly spying on the valet boys goofing around as they waited for the less inebriated guests to come and claim their cars. Kurt longed for the time when he was that young and care free, but taking a moment to think back he realised that he had never really had that opportunity back then. He had always been driven, worked hard and always had his eye on the prize. Now, at the age of thirty-eight he had it all, star status as an actor, his own production company and men falling over themselves to get into his bed. The backside of the medal however was that he never knew whether someone actually liked him for himself and not the material things he came with. Sure, he loved having fun, but he always kept his conquests at an emotional arms length until he figured out what they were after, and he had still got burned a couple of times.

Of course he was not averse to use his fame or influence at times if he met someone that really deserved a break or, he had to admit, he really wanted to fuck. However it was more a case of the opposite where he was chased around by young fresh-faced wannabes with bodies that looked like they were carved in marble, but with the acting abilities of an old shoe. They all seemed to think they could swap blowjobs for actual jobs, but Kurt didn't work that way. However he had friends that did. Speaking of, he had better head back to make sure that the jacuzzi filter wasn't clogged up with someone's used condom. People tended to better dispose of their litter when the owner of the house was around.

Kurt slowly made his way through the party, stopping frequently to talk to guests. It was one of his friend's non birthday party, which is to say he was turning an age he didn't want advertised, but still wouldn't say no to a party. The crowd was very gay and a mix of young and hopeful and the not so young, and hopeful in a whole different context.

Inside people kept to dancing and general socializing, but as he stepped outside at the back terrace there were a whole other set of activities going on. Kurt found the birthday boy in the Jacuzzi with a lap full of blond twink. Their eyes met and Kurt gave him a little wave, but turned away from the display, they were not the only pairing in that Jacuzzi. He wondered briefly if he should mention to his friend that the little minx, that was busy riding him, was a frequent jockey of older men, and had in fact been trying to rub up on Kurt twice earlier in the evening.

This particular twink was not one that Kurt wanted to touch with a ten foot pole though. His name was Eric or Rick, or something, and he had quite the reputation, and even if he looked like an angel with all that blond hair, he was more a wolf in sheep's clothing. Kurt did a round outside, but watching other people in various states of undress wasn't really his thing anymore, so he made his way back inside to the more civilized part of the festivities.

Lately Kurt had found himself longing for something more than hook up's and fuck buddies. He had been a hopeless romantic as a teenager, but Hollywood had quickly cured him of that. It might be his inner romantic side that had flared up again, but it could also be his biological clock that had started ticking rather loudly. Did gay men have biological clocks, he wasn't sure. What he did know was that he had started to dream about having a family and that special someone. He had found himself cooing over one of his female friend's baby a week ago, so he knew he had it bad. However, wanting something was one thing, actually living it was something completely different.

Kurt got himself another drink from one of the waiters and turned to see if he couldn't find someone interesting to talk with, and that was when he saw him. He stood out in the crowd, not only because he was dressed in loose jeans and a t-shirt with some sort of cartoon figure. No, the man was utterly and completely gorgeous. He had dark curly hair that was on the verge of becoming an unruly mop, but still had an inch to grow before it got there. His face, although frantic at the moment, had great bone structure and a classic profile. His skin had a golden glow which made Kurt wonder of his origins. Snapping out of his study of this handsome man, Kurt made his way over to him just as his security noticed how this was obviously not an invited guest. The big guard had grabbed hold of his arm and was seconds from escorting him out when Kurt intervened.

"I'll take it from here." The guard looked like he wanted to protest, but let go of the other man.

"I will be right over here Mr. Hummel," he said and left to stare menacingly from a place by the door.

Kurt turned to the party crasher. He was even better looking up close, and very young. In fact, Kurt doubted he was even old enough to drink.

"Can I help you" he asked the nervous looking young man. Golden eyes snapped on to his from where they had been scanning the party.

"Uhm, I was just looking for my boyfriend," the boy said obviously trying to remain calm but there was something in his voice that told Kurt he was close to breaking down.

"Alright, I will help you find him I know most of the people here tonight," Kurt said, but in his head he was cursing the pre-existing boyfriend.

"Well, he's an actor, blond, his name is Fredrick but people call him..."

"Rick," Kurt finished for him.

"You know him?" the young man seemed relieved.

"Early twenties, grey eyes, rock had abs," Kurt said as he frantically tried to figure out how to solve this situation without it turning into a scene.

"That sounds like him," the young man said. "Could you help me find him? There is a family emergency and it is kind of urgent."

"What's your name?" Kurt asked as he waved the security guard over.

"Blaine," the boy said.

"Right. Blaine here," Kurt turned to the big man, "is going to look for his boyfriend, make sure no one gives him any trouble." He turned back to Blaine. "I will go look out back, you can look in here." The boy nodded and Kurt hurried out the glass doors and on to the patio. However, when he reached the Jacuzzi it was lacking his friend and the blond Rick. Searching Kurt decided to try the pool house and found that it was occupied but not by the birthday boy and his personal gift to himself. Coming back outside he spotted them, Rick the twink on his knees in front of the birthday boy as the older man fucked into his mouth. Kurt was just going to break them up when what he hoped to prevent happened.

"Rick!" a voice shouted behind him loud enough to cause several couples to break apart. The blonde however was being held with a vice grip in his hair and frankly seemed too caught up in what he was doing to react.

A flurry of dark hair hurtled by Kurt and stopped in front of the pair against the wall.

"I can't believe you," Blaine shouted, and this made Kurt's friend notice what was going on. He yanked on his partner's hair, this time to make him stop. The blonde dropped the cock from his mouth with a wet pop and wiped his chin with the back of his hand.

"You despicable shit!" the dark haired boy shouted. "Your mother is in the hospital and you spin this story about being invited to a party by some producer and that this could be your big break, so she sends you on your way because she wants you to succeed. She takes a turn for the worse and when I come to find you I find you sucking some old guy's cock. If this is you working..." Tears were springing into Blaine's eyes and he rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands.

"I'll be in the car and you'd better be right behind me." With that Blaine turned and marched out of there, head held high. Kurt couldn't help admire him for his exit.

Rick the twink slunk away, gathering up his clothes from where he had dropped them earlier and threw them on under the gaze of most of the party goers.

"I doubt we'll see more of him," Kurt observed as he felt his friend's presence beside him.

"Oh I don't know, the boy seemed highly motivated," Sebastian said as he started buttoning up his shirt. Kurt just stared at the man beside him, who was this man? Why were they friends and had he no morals what so ever?

A few weeks later Kurt was meeting a couple of his girl friends for brunch at an oceanfront restaurant they liked to frequent. "The Spray", as it was called, was a low key place, but had an excellent kitchen. Kurt loved it because he could go there and sit outside on the patio facing the beach and not have to worry about paparazzi or being mobbed by fans. He was listening to the two women discuss Hollywood's lack of interest in women over the age of twenty-five and he found his eyes following a father and son playing at the beach. Kurt looked on as the father chased the little boy around before grabbing him and throwing him into the air. The little boy squealed loud enough for Kurt to hear where he was sitting and he watched as the two of them headed towards the water. The little boy seemed a little frightened of the waves and he made it a game to follow the waves out and then running as fast as he could back towards dry land being chased by the lapping waves. Once the boy was almost caught by the waves, but his father was there to lift him up to safety. Kurt found himself smiling as he watched the pair.

"What has got you in such a good mood lady lips," Santana said in his ear and brought Kurt's concentration back to the table with a start.

"I bet I know," Rachel said with a glint in her eye looking pointedly between Kurt and the pair on the beach.

"It's just a nice view, that's all," Kurt said.

"Oh it's nice alright," Santana laughed when she saw where Rachel was signalling with her eyes. "I'm not in to cock's but even I can appreciate a fine specimen when I see one."

Kurt felt the need to defend himself.

"I wasn't looking like that; I was looking at the little boy playing."

Santana leaned over and pressed a hand to his forehead.

"Are you ill, because seriously Hummel when have you ever not paid attention to a fine piece of ass like that man candy over there."

"Let him be Santana. Our best gay is finally growing up. Admit it Kurt, you are thinking about the F word."

"Fucking?" Santana seemed to have lost the thread of Rachel's thought process.

"No Santana, Family," Rachel laughed, making Santana shudder at the thought.

"Jesus Hummel, are you trying to ruin your reputation, not to mention taking all the fun out of life. I thought the whole point of being gay and fabulous was that you did not have to go down that road with white picket fences, 2.5 kids and a minivan."

"Santana, it is perfectly normal for Kurt to want a family, and not all families have to be the way you describe them," Rachel says in a slightly dreamy way.

"Yes we know," Santana says with a roll of her eyes. Kurt knows Rachel has a unique set-up, a single working mum with three kids by an open sperm donor and a nanny and a PA to help keep the chaos in check. Kurt doesn't want that, the more he thinks about it he knows that he wants someone to share it all with. That special someone who will have all the patience and love needed to share their life with someone as work oriented as him. He also need someone who knows how to take care of kids, what they eat and how much, when they should sleep and what to do when they were sick and...

"Not to interrupt, but you sound like a sexist pig Hummel," Santana snapped. Had he said all that out loud?

"I am not sexist," he protested, but Santana cut him off.

"Please, you were just an apron away from describing a fifties house wife."

Kurt turned to Rachel for support, but from her look this was obviously he would not get it.

"Nobody knows everything when they have their first child, Kurt. You can read books and even take courses, but babies don't follow a ten step programme, you always have to improvise and figure out what works best for you."

She patted his hand a couple of times, but then turned to Santana and took up the discussion the two of them had been having earlier.

Inside, Kurt was having a major freak out. In his head a movie was playing of him rushing around trying to cook and clean, whilst carrying a baby and having a screaming toddler stuck around his leg. He shuddered to himself. Maybe he wasn't cut out for this whole family thing? It seemed his ideal partner was some imaginary character that didn't exist in the real world. No, it was better to place family under things he couldn't have and focus on work as usual. He cast a final longing glance at the pair on the beach before turning back to his friends and joining in on their conversation.

Kurt had decided that if he couldn't have a conventional family he would get himself a substitute and adopted a dog from a local animal shelter. The dog was a medium sized mutt with light brown coat with white patches on her chest and belly. He had named her Patty after one of the idols of his youth, Patti LuPone. Kurt found that he and Patty got along great. She was friendly but not overly cuddly or playful. Patty loved to go running so now Kurt had a more pleasant companion on his runs than his sadistic personal trainer.

It was on one such outing that they made a new friend that showed Kurt a whole other side to Patty.

Kurt had stopped for a breather and when he looked up there was a kid stroking Patty.

"Hey Mister, is this your dog? What's her name?" the kid squinted up at Kurt from where he was kneeling next to Patty. He had a mop of brown hair, slightly Asian looking eyes and freckles sprinkled across his nose.

"Her name is Patty and yes, she is my dog." Kurt watched with fascination as the kid started to rub Patty's sides and the dog let out a content sigh and flopped over on her side to expose her belly. The boy let out a trilling laugh and proceeded to rub the dog's belly.

"She is lovely, have you had her long? She is a mix right, do you know what of? Her colouring and eyes remind me of a Nova Scotia Retriever, but she is built more like a Labrador. How old is she?" The kid prattled on and asked more questions than Kurt could answer. He was starting to look around to see if anyone looked like they belonged with this kid, but none of the blonde trophy wives that passed him looked like anyone's mother. Kurt was about to ask the boy where he had appeared from when he heard a voice calling.

"Sawyer! Sawyer!"

If the way the boy's head shot up from cuddling Patty wasn't sign enough, his guilty expression was.

The man calling came around the bend in the track and Kurt found himself looking at the gorgeous young man who had crashed Sebastian's non birthday party. Blaine. Kurt took in the cargo shorts, the sleeveless t-shirt showing off gorgeous tanned arms, the way the clothes hugged him when he crouched down in front of the little boy.

"What have I told you about staying close? I turn my back for five minutes and you are gone. Have you any idea how scared I was when I couldn't find you?"

The boy, Sawyer, sniffed a bit and then threw himself into Blaine's arms.

"I'm sorry daddy, I'm sorry."

Wait a minute... daddy?

"Uhm, excuse me," Kurt cleared his throat, "I don't know if you remember me, we met at a party approximately six weeks ago. I am Kurt Hummel."

Blaine stood up with Sawyer in his arms and studied Kurt for a moment before recognition sparked in his eyes.

"Yes of course, Mr. Hummel. That wasn't a very good night, loads of... drama. I suppose I should apologise for causing a scene." He was polite but his face spoke clearly of his disdain for the party activities.

"Let's not talk about it," Kurt said trying to sound flippant. "I hope your boyfriend's mother is okay."

Blaine looked at him for a moment, his face blank.

"She is hanging in there," he said, "I try to visit her regularly even if I am not with Rick anymore."

"So I guess his actions at the party were the last straw, huh?" Kurt tried and failed miserably to keep his tone neutral. Was it wrong that he felt a surge of excitement about Blaine being single?

"What do you mean last straw?" Blaine asked and Kurt didn't know if it was the lack of oxygen to his brain because of his run or his arousal that kept him from thinking before he opened his mouth.

"Well, I've seen him at a lot of parties like the one at my house and he seems very... friendly." he caught the look on Blaine's face and finished rather lamely.

"That piece of shit!"

"Daddy, why are you angry with Mister Kurt?" the boy asked, reminding Kurt of what he had wanted to ask about before the conversation had got away from him.

"He is your son?" Kurt asked, unnecessarily really.

"I'm not angry with Mr. Hummel," Blaine told Sawyer, "sometimes grown ups sound angry when they are discussing things, but that doesn't mean that we are." He let the boy down and turned to Kurt again.

"Yes he is my son." It sounded like a challenge and Kurt desperately tried to diffuse the situation.

"I only asked because you seem awfully young to have a son his age. How old are you?" Of course that was the wrong thing to say, because anger flashed in those golden eyes, but before Blaine could retort Sawyer spoke up.

"Daddy's twenty-one and a half and I'm six, but I'll be six and a half in October. How old are you?"

Kurt felt himself colour, that was what he got for being nosy.

"Uhm, I am thirty...two." He wanted to take back the lie as soon as he said it, but it was to late now. He could pass for thirty-two, he still looked young and wrinkle free. Besides, he never told anyone his real age, at least not young hot guys like Blaine.

"I didn't mean to pry; it is just unusual that's all."

"What, that I'm a young father or that I am a gay father?" Blaine was still on the defence but did not sound angry.

"Yes to both of them, I think. All my friends with kids are straight and my gay friends don't want to talk about the F-word." Kurt tried to explain but he felt like he was digging himself in deeper with every word.

Blaine darted a quick look to Sawyer who was wrapped up in cuddling Patty again.

"F-word?"

"Family..."

"Oh, well if what I saw at that party was typical behaviour for your friends then I'm not surprised. They seemed to have other values."

Kurt didn't know what to do. On the one hand he loved a good party and hot boy sex, only he preferred to keep it private and not do the nasty in front of other people. On the other hand, he felt a sudden need to defend his honour to this young man, to let him know he was not some sleazy old man who regularly hosted sex parties at his own house. Before he could do anything however, Blaine spoke again.

"We'd better go," Blaine said taking hold of Sawyer's hand, making the boy leave the dog cuddling. "Thank you for taking care of Sawyer Mr. Hummel, I appreciate it more than you could know."

"Well it was my pleasure," Kurt said and they gave each other a nod as goodbye.

"By Mister Hummel, Bye Patty," Sawyer waved and the pair disappeared down the track.

The dog tugged at the leash once, looking at the spot where the boy had disappeared from view.

"I guess you liked the kid, huh," Kurt said to the dog, but she completely ignored him. He started leading her away, going in the opposite direction. In his mind Kurt tuned out the less pleasant parts of their encounter and just enjoyed the visuals of cargo shorts that somehow hugged the finest ass Kurt had ever seen as the gorgeous young man had walked away. Kurt sighed to himself, he really was a dirty old man, but what was the harm in indulging in a little fantasy. He needed to get home and put Patty in the bathroom so that he could see to his half hard dick without her watching him. He swore the dog knew what he was doing even if he put her in another part of the house. She always gave him a look of disapproval every time he let her out again.

Kurt couldn't stop thinking about Blaine during the next week. In his desperation he ended up doing something he had promised himself he would never do. He used his contacts and got the number of Rick the asshole and bribed him with an audition to get Blaine's last name and number. The sleazy bastard made a less than flattering remark, but practically threw the information at Kurt in his eagerness to audition.

Kurt knew his motives were less than honourable, but hot sex aside he also felt a nagging fascination with Blaine Anderson. Who was this young man? What made him tick, where had that moral high ground come from because the kid had a kid, so surely there had been a time when Blaine had not been so perfect. Also, Sawyer had left behind a very depressed dog, so Kurt felt he had to contact Blaine, not just for his sake, but for Patty's too.

-Hallo

-Blaine, this is Kurt Hummel. We met in the park and...

-...and at your house. Yes I know who you are.

-I was wondering if I could invite you and your son to come with me to this fundraiser for Los Angeles Zoo.

-You know that fundraiser isn't held at the Zoo right, it is held in the botanical gardens, plus those things are hellishly boring for a kid.

-Oh. Well, maybe I can just take you both to the zoo then?

-Mr. Hummel, Sawyer has a VIK (Very Important Kid) pass to the zoo, in fact he is there so frequently that he is on first name basis with a lot of the keepers. Why don't we cut to the chase and you tell me why you really called.

-Uhm, I wanted to see you again, both of you...

-Right, so you didn't call because you wanted to fuck me. That had nothing to do with it.

-I...

-Don't lie Mr. Hummel it is a most unflattering quality.

-Fine! So I'm attracted to you, but...

_Goodbye Mr. Hummel.

Kurt moved the phone from his ear and looked at it. He had hung up on him, he had never been hung up on in his entire life. He pressed the call button again and waited as the phone rang.

-Hello?

-Uhm... Blaine, it's Kurt again.

-You really don't get the whole hanging up and saying goodbye thing do you?

-Listen Blaine, I think we got off on the wrong foot. I really want to get to know you better and I thought it would be nice to do something together, you, me and Sawyer.

-Kurt, I understand your intentions, I just know how you Hollywood types work and I don't want my son exposed to that environment. It was nice talking to you again. Goodbye.

Again Kurt was left holding the phone. He felt kind of disappointed, but if there was one thing that was certain it was that Kurt Hummel knew how to get what he wanted, and he wanted to get to know Blaine Anderson, preferably intimately.

Over the next week Kurt called Blaine several times and after digging up his address, sent him flowers. The flowers obviously did the trick when his phone rang one morning. He picked up when he saw Blaine's number on the screen.

-Okay you are obviously a man who will go to great lengths to get what he wants since you somehow managed to procure my unlisted telephone number and my address. Why don't we cut this cat and mouse game short. You can come to the Wiltshire and, how do I put this, pound into me, but then I'll never hear from you or see you again. You have three hours until I have to leave to pick up Sawyer from school.

-W-what?

-Clock's ticking Mr. Hummel.

Kurt was left standing in the middle of the room, mouth open. What had just happened?

Kurt told himself that the reason he hopped in his car and drove to Beverly Hills was because he needed to see Blaine and explain the whole misunderstanding. He was pretty sure he wanted more than a quick fuck, very very sure although damn was Blaine sexy when he took control like he had on the phone.

When he knocked on the suite (oh yes it was a large suite) door he wasn't prepared for what met him when opening the door after someone shouted 'come in'.

He almost didn't recognise the young man who was standing over by the bar holding a glass of scotch. He was wearing a navy coloured suit that had to have been tailored to him because it fit him like a glove. The curls were gone, his hair had been slicked down with gel and even his body language was different, not as fluid as on the other two occasions.

"I was beginning to think you weren't coming Mr. Hummel," this new Blaine said.

"I had to, you didn't give me a chance to explain on the phone," Kurt said. "You seem to have the wrong idea about me."

Blaine came closer, his eyes roaming over Kurt's body, making him very self-conscious.

"I don't think so. I think I know your type Mr. Hummel. Hollywood producer, Actor, thirty-eight, last boyfriend... Tyler... twenty-four." He was very close right now and Kurt could smell his cologne, it was light and exuded class. It fit, it did not fit the Blaine he had met in the park though.

"To be fair I was only thirty when I was with Tyler," Kurt interjected, "and he wasn't my last boyfriend."

Blaine just looked at him.

"Okay, fine! Maybe he was. You make it all sound so bad though."

Blaine looked up at Kurt through his dark lashes, holy hell that's hot... focus Kurt, and started to loosen his tie. Kurt lost his train of thought for a moment when the young man licked his lips and worried his bottom lip.

"I wanted to clear up the mis..."

The tie had come off and the jacket as well.

"Misunderstanding!" Kurt almost shouted.

"So you don't want to fuck me?" Blaine had started to unbutton his shirt now, but his fingers paused on the button.

"Yes! I mean no, I mean... can you just listen for a minute."

Blaine took a step back and waited.

"So uhm... I am attracted to you. I mean who wouldn't be you are freakin' gorgeous. The thing is... I want to get to know you, you know. Go out on dates, and there's Sawyer, he seems like such a cool kid. I want something more, not just a quick fuck." Kurt actually felt nervous, his mouth was dry. Now that he had explained as well as he could, what would Blaine say?

"See, here's the thing," Blaine scratched his neck absentmindedly; "I don't think I want you around Sawyer with your particular lifestyle and quite frankly I am not into the whole boy toy/ sugar daddy scene. That leaves you with two choices. You can have me now, or you can walk out that door. Neither leads to you playing happy families with me and my son. I won't introduce another man into his life only to have you leave when you get sick of the situation."

Kurt was kind of hurt, but a part of him could understand what Blaine was saying and the reasons behind it. He knew what he should do. If he was ever to have a chance at a relationship with this young man he needed to leave, to walk out that door and show him that he was not the man he thought he was. The trouble was, Kurt was hard and Blaine looked so alluring in dress pants and half open shirt. The problem with Blaine's assumptions about Kurt was that they weren't that far off, and he really really wanted this young man in front of him.

With a growl Kurt step forward and grab Blaine's face, smashing their mouths together. They kiss with urgency, teeth clashing, tongues battling for dominance. There is no finesse involved, just pure want. Kurt lets his hands travel over Blaine's arms, his back, his chest, feeling his muscles move under the fabric of his shirt. It is not enough, he needs skin right now. Fingers working franticly he struggles with the remaining buttons, dragging the lapels out of Blaine's pants and pushing the shirt off his shoulders. Kurt lets his fingers move under the undershirt and finds hard muscle covered by warm skin. Moving his hands up to Blaine's pectorals his fingers graze the young man's nipples making Blaine gasp. Kurt pushes the undershirt off over Blaine's head and he finally has his wish. Smooth golden skin with just a smattering of chest hair making Kurt suddenly aware of his own waxed skin, a silly effort to look younger.

"God you're gorgeous," Kurt breathes, he looks his fill and explore every ridge, every line. "Let's get you out of these." He tugs at the waistband of the dress-pants. Blaine seems happy to comply and in seconds the pants are pooling around his ankles before he steps out of them. He is wearing a pair of bottle green briefs that hug him in all the right places and the outline of his hardening cock is so tempting Kurt reaches out a hand to touch it.

"So beautiful," Kurt says, letting his fingers play over Blaine's cock, feeling it twitch under his touch.

"Aren't you a little overdressed?" Blaine mutters. Kurt looks at him, his golden eyes are glazed with arousal and his cheeks are flushed. He has never in his life experienced the jolt of vertigo he gets when he looks at this young man, and it's scary and titillating at the same time.

Blaine has taken a few steps back and lowered himself on to the bed, but when Kurt moves to follow him he is stopped by a leg.

"Uh-huh, clothes first." Blaine says and he is really looking at Kurt now, waiting. Kurt takes a deep breath, trying to get his mind working again because the sight of Blaine leaning back on his elbows, half naked against the white sheets is almost more than he can stand. Quickly Kurt removes his knitted sweater and then his undershirt. He is hurrying, partly because he wants to get undressed so that he can ravish the young man before him, partly because he feels self-conscious stripping down under such close scrutiny. He unbuttons his skinny jeans, his signature garment, and shimmies his hips to get them off. He straightens, suddenly very aware of the sixteen years that separates him from the young man on the bed. What the fuck is he doing?

"Your body is amazing," Blaine says and as Kurt watch he slides his legs apart just a little bit and reach out a hand as if to invite Kurt in. Well, nobody has ever had to ask him twice.

Kurt could spend a week making out in bed with Blaine but they are on a schedule here so after kissing the young man some more and rubbing up against him, he grabs hold of the briefs keeping him from having even more fun and yanks them down.

"I've thought about this since I clapped eyes on you at that party," Kurt moans and earns himself a similar treatment from Blaine. They are both naked now and Kurt takes a moment to take in the beauty of the naked male form. His eyes start and end up on Blaine's erect cock. It is just a shade darker than his skin tone and pointing straight up with a little bend in it so that the head is pointing at his stomach. It is the most perfect cock Kurt has ever seen and he leans forward and licks up the length to the head. Blaine moans and the sound goes straight to Kurt's cock. He takes the head in his mouth and sucks, before plunging down and taking all of Blaine in his mouth. It is quite a feat, but Kurt has had a lot of practise and is blessed with almost no gag reflex. He loves giving head, but pretty soon a hand is grabbing his hair and motioning him to come up.

Blaine captures his mouth in a deep kiss before separating them.

"I want to come with you inside me," the young man breathes as his hand grips Kurt and starts to stroke him. He is looking absolutely debauched and his hair is breaking free of the gel.

"Condoms?" Kurt asks.

"In my jacket."

Kurt has never moved faster in his entire life and after grabbing the foil packages (yes he grabbed several) and the lube he is back on the bed. His cock is bouncing as settles between Blaine's legs and the young man brings his knees up, baring himself for Kurt.

Blaine's breath hitch as Kurt's lubed fingers massage around his hole before he slowly presses one inside. The feeling of tightness and warmth never gets old and Kurt soon adds another finger. Blaine is writhing under his administrations and pretty soon he wants more.

"Fuck me now. Christ I can't...Just do it!"

Ripping open the condom packet, Kurt gets ready and then moves forwards. He presses in, going slow until he is balls deep. Leaning in he gives Blaine a kiss and then slowly withdraws. He tries to keep a steady rhythm, but pretty soon Blaine is moving against him to meet his thrusts and clenching around him.

"More," he gasps, and Kurt ups the tempo and starts pistoning into him. Leaning forwards he suddenly grabs Blaine and pulls him up with him so that the boy is straddling his lap. The shift in position makes him cry out in equal parts surprise and ecstasy. Kurt knows from experience that he should now be moving over his prostate with every thrust. They cling to each other as they move together, Kurt can't get enough as he licks and sucks on Blaine's neck. The noise the young man is making is positively sinful and Kurt can't hold back anymore. He comes with a shout, waves of pleasure surging through him with such intensity that he almost blacks out. He feels Blaine clench and pulsate around him, coming, but Kurt is riding out the best orgasm he has had in a decade so he is having a hard time focusing on anything else.

They have collapsed on the bed; Kurt can feel himself softening and gently pulls out and disposes off the condom. He lies back and looks over at the gorgeous young man beside him. His eyes are closed and there's a light sheen of sweat coating his face. All Kurt can think is how he wants to stop time itself so that he can stay here, in this bed with Blaine forever.

However as he comes down from his high, parts of their conversation earlier comes back to him.

"Fuck! I shouldn't have done that." Kurt moans.

Blaine looks over at him and then checks the time on the bedside clock.

"I just validated every assumption you made about me. Now you're going to think I'm a slutty old sleaze and I have no way of proving you wrong."

Blaine has got up and is now in the process of putting on his pants.

"I guess we all have our cross to bear."

Kurt doesn't know what to say to that. He chooses instead to get up and start getting dressed himself.

"So there's absolutely no way I can get you to reconsider the one time only rule?"

Blaine stops with one arm in his shirt and just looks at him.

"Guess not, huh."

It feels wrong, so wrong. He doesn't want this amazing man to walk out of his life and he can't let go without trying.

"Will it make any difference at all if I said that you are the most amazing lover I've ever had and that I want to do this over and over again until I have learnt every part of your body, found out what makes you scream and given you the most mind-blowing orgasms you've ever had?"

Blaine smiles at him and steps over and places a soft kiss on his lips. He picks up his tie and puts it in his jacket pocket.

"Goodbye Mr. Hummel," he says as he opens the door.

"It's Kurt!" but the door is already closing behind him.