They're lying in bed. a delicate trace of moonlight is brightening the room. 

Apart from the sounds of kissing and heavy shallow breathing everything is quiet.

They're facing each other, tracing small patterns on their naked arms and chests. Next thing Kurt knows Blaine, who is still a little bit tipsy from the wine they had for dinner, is manoeuvring between his legs and starts placing wet kisses along his neck and jaw-line. 

Kurt's breath becomes speeds up as Blaine is sucking and gently biting his nipples. He can feel his pants getting dangerously tight. When Blain presses their clothed erections together they both moan shamelessly.

"It feels so good" says Kurt in a raspy voice.

"That's good baby. I want to make you feel good like you never felt before" Blaine answers and presses them together even harder, his moves becoming bolder.

Everything seems like a blur to Kurt. He only remembers the moment when Blaine lays his palm on his erection and starts moving his hand frantically, sucking hard on the skin behind Kurt's ear whispering filthy things.

"Oh baby you're so hot, so gorgeous. I want you so badly. I want to suck you off and then you'll finish on my face. I want to fuck you. Fuck your tight your tight virgin ass like there is no tomorrow. You wear those inappropriately tight jeans, and you have no idea what the sight of your perfect ass is doing to me. When you bend over to pick something up it makes me? want to push you against the nearest wall and fuck you senseless. Please baby you'll feel so good."

Kurt starts feeling a little nervous. It's not how it's supposed to be like. Sure he knows that Blaine tends to get a little handsy after a couple of drinks and maybe a little too vulgar for his taste, but it shouldn't be like that. He imagined candles, soft music in the background, delicate kisses and reassurances of love. He wanted slow lovemaking definitely not a rough, drunken fuck
He wants to say something to stop this or ask Blaine to change his attitude, but he is silenced by a rough sloppy kiss.

Everything becomes way too much when he feel one of Blaine's hands on his cock, stroking it and pumping fast and the other trying to remove Kurt's pants.

"God please stop" he screams. But Blaine doesn't. He pushes Blaine off him, and starts frantically dressing himself, mumbling "Can't do this, too fast, not supposed be like that" to himself like mantra all over again thing he know, Blaine is right next to him trying to hold him and calm him down.

"I'm so sorry honey, please forgive me, I shouldn't act like that."
Kurt looks at him with tear-filled eyes and says "I'm sorry Blaine, I can't do this right now. I'm sorry. I have to go!" He finds himself running down the stairs until Blaine's voice, begging him to come back, is fading in the background.

Kurt didn't remember getting into the car or driving at all. When he stopped the engine he found himself at the outskirts of Lima. Everything that happened tonight hit him with a double force. After a while he realised that he was gripping tightly steering wheel and tears were flooding down his cheeks. Uncontrolled sobs were wrecking through his body.

How did this, happened in the first place? Everything was perfectly planned. After the premiere night of "West Side Story" they decided to ditch Artie's afterparty at Breadsticks and have their own celebratory, romantic dinner. Because of Sebastian Kurt wanted some intimacy between them. He knew he wasn't 100% sure about going all the way in bedroom department, but that was Blaine for Christ's sake. Together they could get through everything. All the problems, all the insecurities stopped existing as long as they have each other.

The obvious mistake was drinking that wine for dinner. It was supposed to help them relax, lose some inhibitions. He didn't want them to be tipsy during their first time. Only slightly intoxicated, just to help them/him to get rid of some insecurities. Instead everything got out of control.Kurt rested his head on a steering wheel and sighed deeply.

How he was going to face Blaine now? Oh god what was Blaine going to think of him? Probably that he was some kind of freak who is afraid of intimacy, and after tonight events he for sure won't talk to him ever again. Blaine, will break-up with him, and he'll start dating Sebastian. Sebastian was more experienced, and he wouldn't freak out in bed like Kurt.

When he finally calmed himself down, Kurt decided that it was right time to go home. He only prayed that his Dad and Carole won't be home just yet. He wasn't sure he'd be able to answer questions about tonight without bursting into tears.

Before he started the engine, Kurt checked his phone. 5 missed calls and 13 messages from Blaine.

(10:17 pm) From Blaine

Kurt baby I'm so sorry please answer your phone.

(10:17 pm) From Blaine

I shouldn't said that, I know I'm stupid.

(10:18 pm) From Blaine

I won't be surprised if you actually wouldn't want to talk to me ever again. I've acted like an asshole.

(10:18 pm) From Blaine

Honey I love you, please pick up your phone. Let's talk.

(10:18 pm) From Blaine

Kurt I need to tell you how sorry I am.

(10:19 pm) From Blaine

Kurt I'm starting to worry.

(10:22 pm) From Blaine

Please, answer me.

(10:45 pm) From Blaine

Kurt it's been almost an hour since you left please text me that everything is ok.

(10:46 pm) From Blaine

Honey I'm really worried.

(10:47 pm) From Blaine

Fuck Kurt please don't break up with me.

(10:47 pm) From Blaine

Oh god I really fucked up this time didn't I?

(10:48 pm) From Blaine

If something happened to you I'll never forgive myself so please answer me or I'll be forced after midnight to call your Dad and ask about you being safely at home, and we both don't want this, but I swear to god I'll do it if you won't answer at least to one of my texts.

(10:50 pm) From Blaine

Ok I guess you don't want to talk to me at all. I need you to know that I'm so so sorry. I've acted like a jerk. Remember that I love you no matter what. Sweet dreams honey

He quickly typed the response.

(11:05 pm) To Blaine

I'm fine I'll call you in the morning.