Kurt wasn’t one-hundred percent sure why he was feeling nervous. He was just at Blaine’s house. Even though Blaine had called him an hour ago and told him Cooper left to go back to California. And that his parents had driven Cooper there. And then were going to Columbus and staying there for the night. So it would be just Kurt and Blaine in Blaine’s house. Over night.

But Blaine was Blaine. Blaine was perfect and a gentleman and his boyfriend. He wasn’t some guy who would disrespect him. Kurt had no reason to be nervous. Besides, Kurt would be lying if he said he hadn’t been thinking about Blaine more and more as the nights droned on and he found himself alone and needy. Kurt wanted this. He wanted Blaine so much.

The door opened and Blaine’s face glowed with the brightness of his grin. “Hey-woah,” Blaine’s eyes widened as he looked at Kurt and Kurt could feel his cheeks heating up. “You look…wow.” Blaine shook his head and blushed as well. “You know we’re just staying here, right? You didn’t have to dress up or anything.” Kurt glanced down at his outfit, having thought he was being rather casual- at least compared to his normal everyday outfits. “Not that you don’t look good. I mean, you look, Kurt, you look amazing. But it’s just me.” Kurt rolled his eyes and pushed past Blaine, stepping inside the house.

“Why do you think I wore my extra tight pants?” Blaine scoffed and closed the door.

“I’m pretty convinced you paint your pants on in the mornings.” Maybe you’ll be lucky enough to find out. “Do you want to put your stuff in my room?” Blaine asked after a moment and Kurt nodded.

Kurt followed Blaine up stairs and into Blaine’s bedroom. The walls were painted a deep maroon and the carpet was a dark chocolate brown and almost plush enough to be shag. Against the left wall, sitting under a window, was a rich mahogany desk that matched the dresser against the opposite wall. In the middle of the room was a queen sized bed made of the same wood as the other furniture, made up with black and white color blocked sheets.

Blaine walked over, took Kurt’s bag from him and walked over to the desk. Kurt glanced around the room and, seeing a few picture frames on top of the dresser, walked over to get a better look. One was of Blaine as a boy, smiling widely as he sat on the back of a pony at a fair. Another was taken a few years after that and showed Blaine and Cooper on a birthday. Both brothers wore metallic party hats and were smearing cake in each other’s faces.

Blaine made his way across the room and stopped behind Kurt, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s middle and hooking his chin over Kurt’s shoulder. They were silent for a while until Blaine turned his head and began kissing Kurt’s neck. Kurt tilted his head to give Blaine better access. Kurt’s eyes slipped shut and he hummed his content, but his humming soon turned into a moan as Blaine began to lick, nibble, and suck at Kurt’s neck. “What do you want to do first?” Blaine asked between kisses, his voice low. Kurt tried to think, he did, but it was damn nearly impossible with Blaine’s tongue darting out and licking around the shell of his ear.

Kurt spun around in Blaine’s arms and closed the distance between them, pressing his lips eagerly to Blaine’s. Kurt thread his fingers in Blaine’s curls and tugged his head back, instantly deepening the kiss. Blaine opened his mouth and Kurt slipped his tongue in his mouth, reveling at the groan the came from Blaine at the contact. Blaine’s hips surged forward, knocking into Kurt’s and pressing him back against the dresser, and Kurt let out a breathy moan at the realization that Blaine’s hard cock was pressing into his thigh.

Blaine held onto Kurt’s hip with one hand while the other slid between them and tentatively cupped Kurt’s cock through his pants. Kurt thrust his hips forward, needing friction and god this was going to be over embarrassingly fast. “Blaine,” Kurt whined, needing the boy to do something, anything. Blaine nodded, and moved his hands to Kurt’s jeans, fingers shaking slightly as he worked them open.

Once he had the zipper down, Blaine slid Kurt’s pants and briefs down until Kurt’s cock sprung free. Blaine’s lips parted as he looked down at Kurt before sucking in a sharp breath and reaching out, taking his cock in his palm. Kurt groaned at the feeling of a hand on his cock besides his own, and the sight of Blaine’s rich tanned skin wrapped around him was almost too much. Blaine began to move his fist, pumping slowly at first and Kurt was about to beg him to go faster until Blaine swiped his thumb over the head, smearing the precum at the slit and Kurt found himself babbling to Blaine about how good it felt.

Blaine began to pump faster, twisting his wrist every few times and making Kurt’s mind explode. He began to feel the familiar pool of heat in his belly and knew it wouldn’t be long before he came. “God, Kurt, you’re so beautiful,” Blaine said. Kurt looked up at him and saw that the normal honey colored irises had almost disappeared, his pupils taking up most of the color. “And those noises.” Kurt hadn’t even known he’d been making any, too focused on Blaine’s hand on his cock to think properly. Kurt slug an arm behind Blaine’s neck and pulled his lips to his, kissing him sloppily and hard.

“Blaine, I’m-”

“Cum for me, Kurt,” Blaine breathed against his lips and then Kurt was cuming hard over Blaine’s hand with Blaine’s name on his lips. Blaine worked him until he came down from his high, feeling drained and needing to catch his breath. Kurt let his head fall onto Blaine’s shoulder for a moment. He could feel the sticky mingled air between them and swore he could hear their hearts pounding. Blaine ran his fingers through Kurt’s hair and placed a soft kiss to his temple. “Well that took all of, what, two minutes?” Blaine said with a soft laugh. Kurt could feel his cheeks burning.

“Sorry.”

“I’m not.” Kurt pulled back to look at him. Blaine stared back and after a moment gave him a peck on the lips. “It was perfect.” Kurt smiled a little.

“Wait,” Kurt said, remembering that his boyfriend was probably still very, very hard. “Do you want me to…?” Kurt trailed off. Blaine seemed to understand because he began to flush and shake his head.

“I was right alongside with you.” Kurt raised a bow at him. “I had quite the show.” Kurt bit his lip.

“Maybe later you’ll let me take care of you.”

“Kurt, you’ve been taking care of me all our lives. I think it’s time for me to return the favor.” Blaine cupped Kurt’s cheek and leaned forward to kiss him softly. “But first, why don’t we rejuvenate. Dinner?”

“Dinner,” Kurt agreed, realizing that he was actually pretty hungry.

About an hour later, Kurt was sitting alone in Blaine’s living room, sifting through his multitude of DVDs. “Find anything good?” Blaine asked as he walked in carrying a bottle under his arm. He went over to the coffee table and set it down before kneeling next to Kurt.

“More like anything bad. What’s with the pinot noir?” Kurt nodded toward the bottle Blaine had brought and his boyfriend shrugged.

“My dad’s secretary buys him wine almost every other day. He won’t miss it.” Kurt stared at him, waiting for him to actually answer the question. “I just thought it would be a nice accompaniment with our pasta.”

“Mmm. I’ve never tried it before.”

“Well then, Mr. Hummel, it shall be a night of firsts.” Kurt bit his lip and bumped Blaine’s chest with his shoulder.

“How about Singing in the Rain?” Kurt asked, changing the subject because there was nothing else needed to be said. Kurt would give Blaine anything he asked for, but crossing off a few firsts was definitely not a chore.

“Perfect,” Blaine said and kissed him before taking the movie from him and putting it in the DVD player. The two boys got up off the floor and made their way over to the coffee table, sitting on some pillows from the couch. Blaine grabbed the bottle of wine and poured Kurt and himself a glass. “To us,” Blaine toasted, raising his glass and Kurt rolled his eyes but smiled fondly.

“To us,” he agreed, and clanked his glass to Blaine’s. Kurt put the glass to his lips and tipped it to taste the wine, but he could feel Blaine’s eyes on him. Kurt glanced over at him and almost choked on the deep red liquid at the look of anticipation on Blaine’s face. He was adorable.

Kurt let the wine linger on his tongue, letting the flavors dance on his taste buds. It was sort of dry, but fruity and musky. There was a hint of spice that made Kurt marvel at how someone had created such a uniquely delicious blend. “It’s amazing,” Kurt said finally. Blaine grinned widely and finally took a sip of his own.

They began to eat in silence, save for their hums and moans over the food and the clank of forks against plates. After dinner they abandoned their place on the floor and made refuge on the couch, Blaine lying against the arm rest and Kurt cuddled into his side with his head on Blaine’s chest.

They finished the movie after another hour of singing along and quoting the film. After the credits started rolling, the boys silently agreed it was time to head up stairs, so they quickly cleaned their dishes and slipped up to Blaine’s room.

Kurt was afraid it would be awkward, the two staring at each other before stripping down both physically and emotionally, but it felt very organic. All it took was one glance at Blaine and all his fears dissipated. They held each other’s hand and made their way to Blaine’s bed, climbing on top of the covers and laying down against the pillows. They didn’t speak for a long while, just smiled and stared and touched, letting their fingertips become familiarized with each other’s expanse of flesh. After fingers came lips, tenderly kissing every inch of skin. Next came tongues. Finally in a fit of desperation and need, they made love to each other.

The sun light poured in through Blaine’s half opened blinds, bathing them both in a pool of warmth. Kurt woke up and felt Blaine’s arm wrapped around his waist. He turned over so he was facing a still asleep Blaine. Kurt smiled and brushed Blaine’s curls back before dipping his head down and pressing a kiss to Blaine’s exposed chest. Blaine began to smile and cracked open an eye. “I like waking up like this,” Blaine muttered, still sounding half asleep.

“I’m glad. I plan on this being an Every Morning thing.” Blaine’s smile grew.

“I’m going to hold you to that.”