The second Blaine walks through the door, he knows he's in trouble.

Kurt has a gigantic smirk on his face, looking around the house.

He hums and looks back at Blaine.

"Huh. Nice place. Where's your bedroom?"

Blaine kicks off his shoes and drops his schoolbag.

"Um, upstairs. Do you want a soda?"

Kurt shakes his head, stepping close and playing with Blaine's bowtie.

"You are so adorable. You dress like some sort of kinky librarian."

Blaine blushes and steps away from Kurt.

"Do you uh, want a snack or something?"

Kurt shakes his head again.

"I want to see your bedroom."

Blaine gulps and nods.

"Oh. Um, yeah. Follow me."

Kurt smirks, staring at Blaine's ass as they go up the stairs.

"Sure thing, sweetie."

Blaine's eyes widen and he turns around when Kurt shuts and locks his bedroom door behind them.

"You know, I'm not supposed to have my door shut when I have friends ov- wh-what are you doing!?"

Blaine was interuppted by Kurt pinning him to the back of the door, his eyes dark.

"Shhh. Relax, babe. Let me take care of you."

Blaine squeaks as Kurt starts pressing wet kisses up and down his neck.

"K-Kurt, this is a r-really bad idea...ohhh."

Kurt smirks, looking up from where he had been sucking a hickey on Blaine's collarbone.

"You were saying?"

Blaine bites his lip, pushing Kurt back and stepping into the room.

"Stop. We c-can't."

Kurt narrows his eyes.

"Why not, Blaine!? Clearly, you want me. Why are you being difficult!? No one has to know! Stop being such a baby!"

Blaine looks over at Kurt, fuming, his eyes narrowed and dark.

"What did you just call me!?"

Kurt arches an eyebrow, smirking.

"A baby. Which you are. I bet you've never even kissed a guy. Actually, I'm surprised you still qualify as a virgin with how far that stick is up your ass."

Blaine growls, grabbing Kurt by the collar of his shirt, pulling him so close that their faces are almost touching.

"You looking for trouble, Hummel? I'll fight you."

Kurt chuckles.

"Oh, Blainey-boy. You're too cute. Sure, let's wrestle."

He winks, playfully putting up two fists.

Blaine rolls his eyes and lets go of Kurt's collar.

"There's just no winning with you, is there?"

Kurt smirks.

"Nope."

Blaine sighs, sliding his fingers through Kurt's belt loops on his jeans, pulling him close.

"If I kiss you, will you stop bothering me?"

Kurt purses his lips in thought for a moment before shaking his head.

"Nope. Not good enough. I want to get me some of that Anderson ass."

Blaine rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, that's not gonna happen."

Kurt shrugs.

"It will eventually. But yeah, feel free to kiss me in the meantime."

Blaine shakes his head, stepping away.

"Nope. Do you want to study or something?"

Kurt shakes his head, sprawling across Blaine's bed, rubbing his hand across the space beside him in circles, gesturing for Blaine to sit beside him.

Blaine sighs and slowly sits down,  a good few inches away from Kurt.

Kurt cups Blaine's cheek, turning his head so that they're staring into eachother's eyes.

Blaine gulps as Kurt's eyes flicker down to Blaine's lips and back up to his eyes.

After a few moments, Kurt suddenly pulls back, trying to stop the pounding of his heart, not looking at Blaine.

"I...uh...do you have any popsicles or lollipops or bananas? I want to watch you suck on something."

Blaine rolls his eyes, sliding off the bed.

"Nice try."

Kurt shrugs, leaning back against Blaine's pillows.

"God, your bed is so comfy."

Blaine sits down at his desk, opening his laptop.

"Uh, yeah, I guess."

Kurt looks around, frowning.

"Why is your house so quiet?"

Blaine glances over at him.

"My parents are away. They usually are. Business trips."

Kurt's frown deepens.

"They're already gone? But you just moved here the other day. Don't you get lonely?"

Blaine shrugs, turning back to his laptop.

"Used to it, I guess. Dalton was nice, but my parents wanted me to try public school again."

Kurt nods, playing with a loose string on his shirt.

"So...wanna make out?"

Blaine rolls his eyes, typing something on his computer.

"Nope."

Kurt glances up.

"Whatcha doing over there? Watching porn?"

Blaine snorts and shakes his head.

"No. I'm on Facebook. My friend Nick, from Dalton, uploaded a bunch of videos of old Warbler performances."

He looks over at Kurt.

"Wanna watch with me?"

Kurt raises an eyebrow.

"Will you sit on my lap?"

Blaine sighs.

"Sure. Get over here."

Kurt grins and hops over, nudging Blaine off the chair and pulling him back onto his lap, giggling.

Blaine smiles and rolls his eyes, clicking on the first video, the Warblers singing "Do Ya Think I'm Sexy?" with Blaine on lead comes up, Kurt's eyes widen.

"Fuck, Blaine. You can't just sing songs like that."

Blaine blushes and turns to look at Kurt, Kurt's eyes are dark with lust and he's licking his lips, staring at the screen.

Blaine takes a moment to stare at Kurt while he's distracted, soaking in how beautiful the boy in front of him is, and deciding in that moment that he really, really wants Kurt to kiss him.

"O-Okay. Um. Enough of this."

Blaine quickly closes the video and his laptop, Kurt whines.

"Why'd you do that!? You were so sexy!"

Blaine, blushing hard, whispers in what he hopes is a seductive voice into Kurt's ear.

"D-do you, uh, want a um, private performance? Of that s-song?"

Kurt's eyes widen, looking at Blaine.

"You better be serious."

Blaine nods, climbing off of Kurt's lap and heading across the roon.

"Wait, where are you going?"

Blaine pauses and turns around.

"I need the music."

He turns on his iPod speakers, the beat to "Do Ya Think I'm Sexy?" starts playing.

Kurt turns the chair around so that he's facing Blaine, staring at him with lust-blown eyes.

Blaine slowly starts dancing, singing at the proper time, looking up at Kurt when he starts the chorus.

Blaine slowly dances over to Kurt, he's always more confident when he performs, dancing so close that he's almost giving Kurt a lap dance.

Kurt, not able to take it anymore, grabs Blaine by the hips, pulling him down on his lap, cutting off Blaine's singing with a hot, wet, desperate kiss.

The kiss is nothing like Blaine imagened his first kiss with a boy would be like, all teeth and tongue, but it's perfect.

Blaine slowly shuts his eyes, kissing back and tangling his fingers in the hair at the back of Kurt's neck, the music still playing softly in the background.

Kurt pulls Blaine closer so that Blaine's straddling Kurt's thighs, sliding his tongue into Blaine's mouth.

Blaine gently sucks on Kurt's tongue, causing Kurt to let out a loud moan, grinding his rapidly growing erection up against Blaine's crotch without thinking about it.

Blaine springs off of Kurt's lap, his eyes wide.

"O-ohm-mygod. Y-you...o-out."

He points to the door, not looking at Kurt.

Kurt quickly stands up, stepping towards Blaine, running a hand through his hair.

"Shit, Blaine...I-I'm sorry, I....uh... come on, baby, let's j-just lie down on your bed...I can make you feel so good."

Blaine shakes his head, his arms wrapped around himself protectively, whispering, staring at the ground.

"Just go."

Kurt sighs and slowly leaves, taking a longing glance at Blaine before leaving Blaine's room and the house.