When Blaine wakes up on Friday morning, his pants and boxers are covered with come, and he's panting and sweaty.

He groans and gets out of bed, washing his sheets and clothes, before getting dressed for the day.

He tries not to think about his dream as he gets ready, knowing that it will just make him hard again, but pieces of it keep slipping into his mind. He remembers that Kurt was on top of him, and they were both naked, rutting against each other, their bodies slicked with sweat and pre-come.

He shudders and quickly gets into his car, heading to school.

When he gets to his locker, he grins when he sees Kurt.

"Hey. Ready for the big date tonight?"

Kurt grins and nods.

"Mm. Yeah. I can't wait."

He leans in, whispering in Blaine's ear.

"I'm especially looking foreward to the makeout session in the back of my car after. I even made a CD with sexy songs on it."

He pulls a CD out of his bag an hands it to Blaine, who snorts when he sees that Kurt wrote "Blaine & Kurt's Makeout Playlist" on the disc with a red Sharpie.

"Cute. I'll hold onto it."

He puts it in his own bag as the bell rings.

Kurt starts to leave, but Blaine stops him by gently grabbing Kurt's hand, pressing a soft kiss to Kurt's cheek.

"I'll see you tonight."

Kurt blushes, watching Blaine's ass as he walks away.

Later that day, Blaine is nervously pacing his house, waiting for it to be seven o' clock for Kurt to pick him up.

He's changed his outfit six times before finally deciding on a pair of dark, ass-clinging jeans, and a tight polo shirt with boat shoes.

He jumps when the doorbell finally rings, rushing to open the door, slightly out of breath.

"Kurt! Hey! Come in!"

Kurt smiles and nods, stepping inside, checking Blaine out and letting out a wolf-whistle.

"Damn, Blainers. You look smoking."

Blaine blushes.

"Thanks. You look great too."

Kurt grins, grabbing Blaine's hand.

"Ready to go?"

Blaine nods.

"You know, you never did tell me where we're going...Is it Breadstix? The movies? What?"

Kurt shakes his head, dragging Blaine out of the house.

"It's a surprise. Now come on, get in the car."

Blaine shrugs and gets into the passenger seat, placing his hand on Kurt's knee.

Kurt grins and gently pecks Blaine's lips, before pulling out of the driveway.

After driving for about a half hour, Kurt finally pulls into the parking lot of a gay strip club.

Blaine's eyes widen, turning to Kurt.

"No. No way. Absolutly not."

Kurt pouts.

"Come on, Blainey. I was thinking that we rent a private room, and I can give you a little show. Or you can give me one."

Blaine gives Kurt a dirty look.

"You know what? Forget it. Go in there and get a lap dance. Have sex with someone for all I care. I'm calling a cab."

He steps out of the car, slamming the door shut behind him, Kurt quickly climbs out and grabs Blaine's hand.

"N-no, no, Baby! Come on, let's go somewhere else. Please."

Blaine sighs and looks at him.

"Fine. But I want to do something legal. So nowhere with alcohol."

Kurt nods, following Blaine into the car.

"What about bowling? There's a place right around the corner."

Blaine nods and smiles.

"Yeah. That sounds great."

Kurt smiles back, driving around the corner and parking in front of the bowling alley.

Blaine climbs out and laces his fingers with Kurt's, walking into the building.

After getting their shoes, they head over to a lane.

Once Kurt's had his turn, going easy on Blaine and getting a score of eight, Blaine looks at Kurt with innocent, puppy dog eyes, looking up from beneath his eyelashes and pouting, this look can make even the straightest guys want to do anything for him, just to make him happy.

Kurt gulps, staring at him, Blaine speaks in his quiet, innocently sexy voice.

"Maybe you should help me?"

Kurt nods, sliding his arms around Blaine, showing him how to roll the ball down the aisle.

Blaine grins and flutters his eyelashes, kissing Kurt's cheek.

"Thanks, babe. I'm going to try now."

He rolls the ball perfectly, getting a strike on the first try, turning and smirking at Kurt.

"Was that good?"

Kurt's jaw drops.

"You tricked me!"

Blaine chuckles and nods, blowing Kurt a kiss.

"Oh, it's on, Anderson."

He steps up, swatting Blaine's ass before continuing the game.

About an hour later, they're done the game, Blaine wins 145 to 110.

Kurt pouts, stomping his foot.

"No fair. You cheated."

Blaine smirks and kisses Kurt's ear.

"I'll make it up to you. Let's go park your car somewhere private and make good use of that CD."

Kurt shivers softly and nods, quickly returning their bowling shoes and rushing out of the building.

Once their in the car, Kurt drives to a quiet, empty street a few blocks away, parking on the side of the road.

Blaine climbs into the backseat, giving Kurt and excellent view of his ass before sitting down.

Kurt quickly pops in the CD and follows him, sitting close to Blaine.

The first song comes on, For Your Entertainment, by Adam Lambert.

Kurt clutches Blaine's jaw and presses their lips together.

Blaine kisses back, one of his hands on Kurt's back and the other laced in Kurt's hair.

The kisses quickly become more heated and Blaine leans back until Kurt's straddling him.

Kurt moves his lips to Blaine's neck and jaw, sucking a line of hickeys, causing Blaine to let out a soft moan.

"O-ohhh, Kurt. Feels good."

Kurt smirks, licking the shell of Blaine's ear, and quietly singing along to the song.

"Imma work ya till you're totally blown."

Blaine shudders, gripping Kurt's shoulders.

Kurt slips his hands under Blaine's shirt and up his chest, massaging his nipples, causing Blaine to practically scream and arch his back.

Kurt looks down, seeing the large bulge appearing in Blaine's pants and licking his lips.

Not wanting to scare Blaine away again, he slowly slips Blaine's shirt off and unbuttons his own, tossing them both to the ground.

Blaine gently clutches Kurt's hair as Kurt starts peppering kisses along Blaine's chest and stomach.

"God, Blaine. You're so hot. Wanna blow you."

He looks up, his eyes dark.

"Can I? It will feel so good, Blaine."

He gently rolls his hips against Blaine's, keeping eye contact.

Blaine moans and nods quickly, holding onto Kurt's bicep.

Kurt's face lights up like a Christmas tree, popping open the button of Blaine's jeans.

As Kurt starts tugging Blaine's jeans down, the song changes to Kiwi, by Maroon 5.

Blaine whimpers, squeezing Kurt's arm, looking scared.

Kurt sighs and gently kisses him.

"I'll take real good care of you, baby."

Blaine nods, biting his lip when Kurt reaches for the waistband of his boxers.

Kurt looks up.

"Are you sure, sweetheart?"

Blaine nods, breathing heavily, his eyes blown with lust.

"P-positive."

Kurt grins and tugs Blaine's boxers off, gasping.

"Fuck, Blaine."

Blaine blushes as Kurt blatenly stares at his cock, practically drooling.

"Fuck. You're so...God, I need you in my mouth."

He quickly sucks the head of Blaine's cock into his mouth, causing Blaine to let out an odd high-pitched sound that would make Kurt laugh if he wasn't so turned on.

He slides his hand into his pants, jerking himself off while he blows Blaine.

Neither of them last very long. Kurt swallows all of Blaine's come greedily before helping him get dressed again.

Panting, Blaine looks at him.

"O-oh, my god. Kurt. That was....oh my god."

Kurt chuckles and rests his head on Blaine's chest, looking up at him.

Blaine blushes when he realizes that he should return the favor.

"Oh, I should um..."

Kurt shakes his head, pecking Blaine's cheek.

"Already taken care of, baby."

Blaine nods, lying back.

Kurt sighs and looks at Blaine's watch.

"It's getting late...we should head back."

Blaine nods, still looking at Kurt with a lovestruck expression that makes Kurt feel uncomfortable.

"I...uh. Yeah. I'll drive."

Blaine follows Kurt, sitting in the passanger seat, still staring at him.

Kurt squirms, practically racing back to Blaine's house.

"Well. Uh, here we are."

Blaine leans in, whispering against Kurt's neck, running his hand along Kurt's inner thigh.

"My parents are still gone...why don't you spend the night? Let me...you know...return the favor?"

Kurt gulps and shakes his head, pushing Blaine away.

"No. I can't. I have uh, plans tomorrow. Sorry."

Blaine frowns but nods, pressing a heated, wet kiss to Kurt's lips.

"See you later, baby."

After Blaine heads inside, Kurt groans, pulling out of the driveway, trying to get rid of the stupid feelings inside him.

Kurt Hummel doesn't make love. He fucks.

Kurt repeats this to himself all the way home, trying to convince himself that it's still true.