"You're in the Glee Club." Kurt smiled, putting the drinks on the table and sitting on the chair in front of Blaine.

"Yeah." The other boy nodded, sipping coffee.

"So you don't care?" He joked.

"Maybe." He admitted. "But someone told me to never let the criticism reached me."

"It wasn't exactly what I said."

"But that's what I understood." He said and looked away discreetly. None known.

"Looking for someone?" Kurt rolled his eyes, knowing the true answer.Actually, he didn't know iwhy he had accepted the invitation to go to Lima Bean with Blaine.

"No. I'm sorry." He said quickly. Sorry? "Uh no-I didn't mean ... oh forget it" He sighed, fumbling with his own words.

"Can I ask you a question?"

No. That's what Blaine should say. But something made the words just get out of his mouth, without a restraining order.

"Sure."

"You can stop being so nervous? There's nobody here who knows us, or that, i don't know, will screaming out to the whole world that saw you talking to me in a coffee shop."

He blushed. He shouldn't, but he did.

"I'm not nervous. Ok, maybe i am, but it's not because of it."

"Of course it is. I would have refused, or at least suggested another less hangout place, if you knew you would get like this. "

"Sorry." And once again, the words just came out of his mouth.

"Santana! Happy birthday!" Kurt greeted, hugging her. Some people danced on the runway, and a group was talking too loudly next to the drinks table. One of them looked at Kurt with a chuckle that he ignored.

"Thanks. But why are you late?" She frowned.

"What? I arrived four minutes earlier."

"No," she explained. "I asked you to arrive twenty minutes early."

"I don't remember. But anyway, I was still deciding whether to come or not." He said, and turned to one of the tables. "They are already all drunk?"

"Of course not. Well, a little." She said quickly, leaving the cup on the table. "Why you didn't know if you would come? I had asked you! "

"The kind of people that you're also invited." He pointed.

"Hey." A voice called.

Kurt turned, and he was almost surprised. Obviously he should know that Blaine would be here, but he had no doubt that he would pretend not to know him. Wrong. Besides, he was really... hot.

"You don't need to talk to me if you don't want." He replied, turning again.

"First, there's nobody here. And second, I want to talk with you. "

"Oh, you're so likable." Kurt joked, sitting in the chair. Suddenly a thought came him to mind. "Wait. Are you drunk? "

Blaine rolled his eyes.

"No, I'm not drunk. I just thought I could talk to you without people around to disturb"

"Without people around to look, you mean."

"Disturb." Blaine corrected, pulling a chair to sit in front of him.

"Alright. Where are your friends?"

"Kurt. Listen to me. I'm not friends with them as you think. I'm not like them. At all." He said.

"Wrong. You like reputation the same way they do. "

"Maybe. But there's nothing that prevents me from wanting to suck you off until every inch of your body is hard and flushed."

"Ok. You're definitely drunk." Kurt accused, standing up and fighting against the pressure that began to feel uncomfortable under his jeans.

"I'm not drunk!" Blaine said again, holding his hand to bring him back.

"You shouldn't be telling me this."

"You should stay here with me."

Kurt sat down again, crossing his legs. That shouldn't be happening. Or couldn't be happening.

"Come on, just try. Try to treat me like a normal guy who wants to talk to you, instead of an idiot who you think pretends don't like you. Although this is a lie."

"Why would I do that?" 

"'Cause you want." Blaine smiled.

"Thanks." Blaine said, opening the car door for Kurt.

"For what? It was you who brought me home, I should thank you. "

"I wasn't sure if you would accept my ride." He explained. "You don't seems to like me so much in college."

"You don't seems to want to talk to me in college." He replied.

"Can we stop it?"

Kurt rolled his eyes, leaning back on the closed door of the car. He crossed his arms, staring at him.

"Why are you always trying to resist?" He approached his face dangerously

"I'm not." He murmured, turning his head slightly to the side and looking away.

Blaine smiled, and passed a hand inside his shirt, opening it with the movement, feeling the smooth skin and the perfect biceps. Kurt felt a shiver go through his whole body with the touch and his proximity

"Shhh. Don't resist." Blaine whispered in his ear, pushing the sleeve further down, thus opening two more buttons. Kurt sighed as he felt the hot breath on his neck.

Blaine kissed him, resting his hand on the car, and ending with the distance between them. He descended the other hand to Kurt's hip, holding against himself. He could feel a uncomfortable bulge in his pants, and Kurt's erection pressing against his own, causing him terribly. Breathing seemed a ridiculous and totally petty thing, when all they could think about was how hard they were, and the only thing they felt was the tongue and each other hands. Kurt grabbed Blaine's hair, entwining his fingers on the wires and pulling him even more to himself. A groan came from the back of his throat, and he threw back his head, when Blaine started sucking his neck. Blaine was stroking his hips, fingering and feeling his entrance under the tight pants, causing him to let out another loud groan. His pants were starting to get really uncomfortable. He repeated the movement a few times, just to hear the sound again.

"Hmmm," Kurt murmured, lowering his head a little.

Blaine bit lightly the lobe of his ear, squeezing his hand between Kurt's legs, holding his cock firmly.

"Oh," He gasped as the Blaine's hand fell to his inner thigh, rising slowly to cup his balls. "O-oh god" Another shiver, and he utters a sound that probably is a moaning and a heavy breathing at the same time. Blaine holds his dick again, and presses his hand a little more, moving it slowly. God, he could come only listening the sounds that kurt does.

Blaine takes his hand and moves away a little bit, before kissing him again.

"W-why did you quit?" Kurt babbled, and fisted his hands in Blaine's shirt, pulling him close again and kissing his neck. 

"We're in front of your house."

He turned in the sheets. Kurt opened his eyes and the first thing he noticed was that he was hard. He tried don't remember much of what had happened with Blaine, but he still could hear the low voice whispering in his ear, and touching him, and fuck, now it's completely impossible to forget that. 

He closes his eyes, tracing the outline of his dick, under the sweatpants, causing himself. The sheets are kicked down, when he starts to down his hand a little more, writhing on the bed and pressing more firmly.

And then it's not enough anymore. He lowers his pants to his feet, getting rid of the tissue. Don't resist. Blaine's hot breath is on his neck, sending shivers throughout his body. He strokes himself slowly squeezing the head of his cock, moving the wrist. A moan more acute, and the pace begins to increase. He climbs the other hand to his abdomen, passing to the flat chest and a little sweaty. But those are Blaine's hands. Blaine's hands which give the quick strikes while caress his body firmly.

"Please," He muttered, grabbing the headboard with his free hand, throwing his neck back and- oh. A perfect stroke sends a shock wave throughout your body, and he is screaming his own orgasm, coming in Blaine's hands, moaning his name.