They were walking now. Kurt could hear leaves crunching underneath his shoes and the smell of nature filled his senses. “Blaine, seriously. There's nothing stopping me from taking this blindfold off myse-”

Before he could finish the sentence, Blaine grabbed his wrists and held them tightly behind his back. Kurt's breath hitched an oh- that should not be hot but he couldn't be bothered to feel guilty when Blaine leaned in, crowding over his back, to whisper into his ear. “I won't let you.”

Kurt swallowed thickly, his skin thrumming and his head swimming. How does Blaine manage to reduce him to this mess?

Blaine loosened his grip, taking Kurt's ear lobe between his teeth quickly before pulling away from him completely. The only parts of them touching were one of each of their hands, which were now linked between them.

Blaine continued moving but Kurt hesitated, trying to regain his composure.

“You're cruel.” Kurt accused in false anger.

Blaine laughed, “C'mon. It takes the romance out of it.”

“There's no romance in being blindfolded and restrained, Blaine.”

“You didn't seem to mind that last part a few seconds ago.” And Kurt could hear the smirk in his voice.

Grumbling to himself, he decided to keep quiet the rest of the way as Blaine guide him to their destination.

“I'm trusting you here, Blaine. Seriously. Please don't let me down. I'm risking a lot by letting you do this and I really hope you understand that I could lose my job if you do anything out of line. Do you understand that, Blaine?”

“Yes, Andrew. I get it. Besides, Kurt wouldn't let me do anything wrong anyway.”

“What? What are we doing? What's happening?” Kurt felt utterly out of the loop.

“We're finally here, where your date is. I'm leaving you two for a few hours. Alone. This is against protocol and I can get in a lot of trouble if it goes wrong.”

Kurt's mouth formed an “O” as Andrew continued.

“Yes. So, Kurt... I hope that if Blaine does anything that he shouldn't, you could maybe stop him?”

Blaine sighed, “Fine, talk about me like I'm not here.”

“Blaine...” Andrew's voiced gave away his reluctance to continue with this plan.

“Drew, seriously. Kurt's here. If ever I was going to venture off the beaten path, It wouldn't be when I could be spending time with him, alone.” His voice was playful toward the end.

“You're almost not helping yourself with that little eyebrow wagging.” He took a deep breath, “Just... be good.”

“Yes, master. If I do, will give me a treat?”

“Goodbye, boys.”

“So I can take the blindfold off then?”

“No!” Blaine yelled, taking Kurt's hand in his own.

Kurt raised an eyebrow, which was hidden by the blindfold, but it made Kurt feel better at least. “Why not?”

“I just...” Blaine took a breath, “this place looks a lot better on the inside and yeah...”

“Then let's go in?” Kurt suggested, hopeful to get this damn cloth off of his face. Seriously, the least Blaine could have done was tell Kurt he'd be blindfolded so he could bring the sleeping mask that he wears to bed sometimes. This rag was probably doing nothing positive for his skin.

“Right. Okay. Key...” He could hear Blaine rustling to find the key on his person and- key? Where were they?

Moments later, Kurt was hit with a rush of warmth as the door opened.

Blaine led them inside, placing a hand on Kurt's back to guide him through the doorway.

There was a moment; they just stood there before Kurt heard Blaine gasp beside him.

“Shit! Uh- just... just stay right here for a second.” Blaine was talking really fast and his hand disappeared before Kurt heard him venture forward into the space in front of him.

“I doubt I'd go anywhere when I can't see.”

There was no answer, just sounds that Kurt couldn't decipher and Blaine dashing back and forth from one side of the place to another and it continued for another minute or two before Kurt grew tired of not knowing what was going on around him.

“Blaine, what on Earth are you doing?” he asked, raising his hands to the back of his head to untie the blindfold.

“Just...”

“I'm taking this off.”

“No!”

But it was too late. The bandanna being used to blind Kurt was off and he caught Blaine in the middle of lighting a singular stick candle with a cigarette lighter.

Kurt's hand flew to cover his mouth. The sight in front of him was overwhelming. They seemed to be in a small cabin. A fireplace and a few candles were the only means of lighting. It was dark but toasty and... romantic. Definitely romantic.

Blaine stood over a small table in the kitchenette to the right of Kurt. The table included two chairs, with two place settings and that newly lit stick candle placed directly in the middle.

Kurt's eyes stung because Blaine did all of this for him. And Blaine was new to romance and he totally could have gotten away with a half-assing it and Kurt still would have been happy but, oh my god.

“Blaine...” Kurt was speechless because... oh my god.

“You weren't supposed to...” Blaine sighed, putting the lighter down on the counter behind him and making his way over to Kurt. “Why couldn't you have just waited like one more minute?” Blaine's saddened expression made Kurt giggle.

“You know... this is the second time today you've laughed at my misfortune.” Blaine pouted.

“You'll get over it.” Kurt smiled in admiration at him.

“I don't see how.” He finally looked up into Kurt's eyes.

Kurt answered him by claiming his mouth with his own. Their lips moved slowly, sweetly against one another. Kurt's tongue made to lick Blaine's lips and Blaine quickly granted him access to his mouth.

With a moan, Blaine pulled Kurt toward him, pressing their bodies close together. Kurt pulled away, slowly, before things got too heated. It was obvious Blaine had a plan for tonight and he knew if it were left up to Blaine, they'd never stop kissing.

Blaine chased after Kurt's lips once they left his, but Kurt ducked his head into the crook of Blaine's neck.

“Mm-mm. Break time. I'm sure we'll have time after whatever you have planned to do more of that.”

Blaine groaned, but rubbed Kurt's lower back softly. “Now who's cruel?”

Kurt laughed, “Still you.”

Blaine rolled his eyes, a smile playing at his lips. “Whatever, just come over here.”

Pulling Kurt by their linked hand, Blaine led them to the little table and pulled a chair out for him.

“Please,” He gestured for Kurt to sit down.

Kurt's eyebrows shot up, “Quite the gentleman!” He joked.

“You're not going to make this easy, are you?”

“Where's the fun in that?” The gleam in Kurt's eye made Blaine's breath catch in his throat.

They were caught in a moment, just staring into each other's eyes, when there was a knock on the door.

Startled, Kurt looked to the door, and then Back and Blaine, who didn't look at all worried.

“Be right back.” He murmured, rubbing his hand over Kurt's shoulder.

Kurt watched as Blaine opened the door. Andy stood there, pizza box in hand. Blaine thanked him and shooed him away, shutting the door behind him.

“I'm sorry it's just pizza... there's not much I know how to cook and this was kind of the only thing Drew would get for me.”

Kurt's heart soared as he watched Blaine set up their plates and work his way around the small kitchen. This boy was truly a wonder. He put all of this together, and here he was apologizing because the food wasn't five-star-restaurant quality.

“Blaine, it's perfect.” He assured him, placing a hand on Blaine's forearm as he set Kurt's plate back down in front of him. “Really.”

Blaine smiled sheepishly, nodding once. Kurt let go of his arm and Blaine sat down across from him at the table.

“So, I was thinking, we'd eat... and then there's a DVD player and a TV so we could watch a movie.” Blaine explained, trying to look straight at Kurt but failing because the candle in between them was blocking his view.

“That sounds lovely, Blaine.” Kurt leaned to the right, also trying to get a full view, despite the candle.

“Or you know... not watch a movie.” Blaine grinned wickedly at Kurt, and in any other circumstance that would definitely have affected Kurt in a totally primal way but that damn candle was just ruining everything.

Kurt burst into laughter, his hands reaching up to cover his mouth, muffling the sounds only slightly.

“Okay.” Blaine said through a laugh of his own, “This candle is fucking out of here.”

Blaine blew the candle out and set it on the counter next to the lighter, taking his seat back at the table.

“Now it's dark.” Kurt pointed out.

“Well, we'll eat and it's much lighter over by the fireplace.” Blaine smiled at him and Kurt sent him one back before they started eating.

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“So what movie are we watching?” Kurt asked as he sat down on the couch across from the television.

“There's not much of a selection, mostly just some crappy action movies and one or two rom-coms.” Blaine offered, with a disappointed smile as he stood in front of the shelf with about ten DVDs on it.

“Well just slap one of those rom-coms in and we'll pretend like we're watching it.”

Blaine's eyebrows shot up. “Kurt...” He wanted to so badly to just do what Kurt had said but he needed him to know that- “I honestly didn't do all of this just so we could fool around. I want you to know that.”

Oh. Well, that... Kurt kind of feels shot down because it's kind of all he can think about and Blaine doesn't want to.

“Okay.” He replied shortly, trying not to show the sorrow he was feeling.

“Not- not that I don't want to. God I want to, but just... it wasn't my initial plan, you know?”

Kurt looked up at him then, momentarily, seeing the sincere look in his eyes and it was kind of all just too much. Blaine had nothing but good intentions and here Kurt was, wanting to pin him down and do naughty things with him.

So he reached up, fisting the fabric of Blaine's shirt in his hands, and pulled him down onto the couch with him, crashing his mouth against Blaine's as quickly as he could.

Blaine made a surprised noise into Kurt's mouth but eventually let himself melt into the kiss. It was sloppy and it shouldn't have been enjoyable but it was, it so was. Blaine groaned, throwing his leg over Kurt's hips to straddle him. Kurt gasped as Blaine's lips traveled away from him mouth and down his jaw, his neck, until they reached the collar of his shirt where Blaine nipped at the material before nuzzling in close to the juncture where Kurt's shoulder met his neck.

“Want you so bad.” Blaine mumbled into soft skin, his hands running up and down Kurt's torso, feeling, memorizing every inch of him.

Kurt's laugh came as a sharp intake of breath, “Thought you wanted to watch a movie...” He teased, placing one hand on Blaine's ass, cupping it, and the other at the back of his head, keeping him from moving from the spot on his neck.

“That was before you threw yourself at me.” He chuckled, unsure of whether to push back into the pressure of Kurt's fingers on his ass or grind forward for sweet, desirable friction. The latter would be a step that they had yet to take and he wondered if he would be overstepping with it.

“You're the one on top of me.” Kurt breathed, and Blaine's questions were all answered when he felt Kurt cant his hips up to meet Blaine's and oh sweet hell that was oh god yes-

“Perfect.”

“Mmm?”

"You feel perfect, Kurt, shit.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.” Kurt chuckled in return, his cheeks reddening despite his confidence.

“Nngh” Blaine grunted against the skin underneath Kurt’s jaw. “So, I’m guessing you kiss on the first date.”

Kurt shivered at the sensation of Blaine’s words vibrating against his throat. “If you shut up, that won’t be all I do on the first date.” He replied, reaching down between them to palm the bulge in Blaine’s jeans and oh-

“Fuck.” Blaine cursed, grinding into the pressure instinctively. “Kurt,” He whined and Kurt smirked. Finally he was the one turning Blaine into a pile of mush.

“Yeah?” He breathed, and he was really wondering how he was even forming words at all when Blaine was thrusting against him, trying to get more friction through his jeans.

Kurt had begun to stroke Blaine, up and down, through the denim. Blaine had stopped kissing Kurt, instead burying his face into the smooth fabric of Kurt’s shirt; hips still moving in time with Kurt’s hand.

Kurt watched with wide eyes as Blaine fell apart. Everything about the way Blaine looked then, his body moving against Kurt, his hair slightly disheveled from their activities, the way his jaw was slack, how his cheek was resting against Kurt’s chest, his eyes shut tightly. It was all so new for Kurt, to make someone feel and react this way. But fuck if it wasn’t the hottest thing he’d ever seen. Kurt’s own erection strained in his jeans but he couldn’t even think about anything other than Blaine and bringing him over the edge.

Blaine whimpered, running his hands down Kurt’s sides and gripping roughly at his hips. “Please, I need-” he requested. Without even saying anything else, Kurt took the hand that was rubbing Blaine’s clothed cock and unfastened the button and zipper of his jeans. Not wasting a second, he plunged his hand under the waist band of Blaine’s boxers and wrapped his hand around Blaine’s cock.

They groaned in unison, Kurt enjoying the feel of another man’s –Blaine’s- dick in his hand.

It only took a few strokes from Kurt before Blaine was shaking, so close to his release. Biting his lip, Blaine groaned, long and rough, as he came over Kurt’s fist.

Blaine’s breathing became harsh and ragged as his limbs gave out. Kurt reached to the coffee table next to him and grabbed a few tissues to wipe his hand off and then tuck Blaine back into his boxers, before he collapsed onto him.

The air was thick and Blaine was still coming down and Kurt was still so hard but he wasn’t upset. Just incredibly turned on. He had made Blaine come. He had done that.

Kurt felt an enormous sense of pride and power, coupled with a good amount of confidence in his own sex appeal. He wanted nothing more than to fuck Blaine senseless but would settle for really anything right now. Kurt rubbed Blaine’s back as he stirred above him.

“You okay?” He joked, but as soon as the words left his mouth, Blaine tensed. “Blaine?” Kurt craned his neck to try to get a better look at his face.

When his eyes met Blaine’s, he saw that they were shining.

“Blaine, what-”

“I’m sorry, Kurt.” As he closed his eyes, a lone tear ran down his face to land on Kurt’s shirt.

“For what?” Kurt was in awe. What on Earth did Blaine have to be sorry for? And Blaine was crying? Well, there had only been one tear, undoubtedly the result of great self-restraint.

“I- shit. This night was supposed to be about you and I- fuck.” His voice shook and he cleared his throat, scrambling to sit up in Kurt’s lap. “I’m so fucking selfish.”

Realization hit Kurt and he sat up, immediately wrapping his arms around Blaine.

“Shh. No, Blaine… don’t- we’re on a date. Last time I checked, that was a mutual affair. This night doesn’t have to be about me, it should be about us.”

“But I”

“And before you say anything, don’t feel bad about what just happened because I really enjoyed it and I don’t know how you could think otherwise.”

Blaine paused, “Really?”

With a roll of his eyes, Kurt sighed, grabbing Blaine’s hand and bringing it to the front of his pants where he was still half-hard.

“Yes, Blaine, really.” He answered monotonously.

Blaine’s eyes darkened quickly. He growled, leaning forward to claim Kurt’s mouth with his own, urgently. His fingers worked lightly at the button of Kurt’s jeans and in no time Kurt’s cock was in his hand.

“You’re so fucking hot.”

Kurt keened, both at the words and the feeling of Blaine’s fingers, tight around his dick.

“Been thinking about this since the moment I met you-- fuck.” Blaine’s words were whispered harshly into the skin of Kurt’s neck and cheek.

Kurt shuddered. This was the first time anyone had ever touched him this way. He’d only ever known what it felt like with his own hand, his imagination only going so far. Kurt thought back to the second day that he’d known Blaine. Thought about that night that he let his fantasies get the best of him and had pleasured himself to the thought of Blaine’s hand and mouth on him.

He almost laughed as he realized that nothing could ever compare to the real thing. Having Blaine here, touching him the way he was; it was fucking phenomenal. He would never get over this absolute feeling of bliss.

Kurt’s hips canted up into Blaine’s grip as it tightened and quickened its pace. “Oh my God, Blaine…”

Blaine chuckled, “Yeah?” His breathing was ragged, his eyes wild as they raked over his entire body, slowly. “You like the way my hand feels on your cock?” He spoke, at ease – despite his absolutely wrecked appearance.

“Shi- close. Fuck.” Kurt’s curse words flowed a bit more freely as he approached his climax, each word punctuated with a harsh, outward breath. Blaine watched him, mesmerized by the sight, his cock fighting to get hard again.

Kurt’s eyes screwed shut, his jaw slack. His mind was swimming and the heat low in his belly started to swell at an alarming rate. Kurt knew he couldn’t hold back any longer, but he was afraid that maybe Blaine didn’t want this to be over so quickly.

“Come on, Kurt…” Blaine’s smooth voice traveled easily into his ear, “let go, babe.”

With a cry that Kurt would definitely feel embarrassed about later, his hips slammed forward, a final thrust into Blaine’s fist as he came. Blaine lifted the hem of Kurt’s shirt slightly as the warm liquid spilled out of him, onto his stomach and Blaine’s fist.

Kurt came down slowly, his head lolled to the side as an example of how absolutely spent he was. He barely registered the movement above him before he felt a wet heat on his abdomen. Craning his neck, he groaned loudly at the sight of Blaine, his tongue flat against his belly as he licked it clean of Kurt’s come.

“Oh my God, Blaine.” Was really all he could manage as Blaine licked the remainder of his come off of his own hand.

Blaine smirked wickedly, “You taste so good, Kurt.” The fire in Blaine’s eyes sent a shiver through Kurt’s body.

He couldn’t string together a coherent sentence so he just sat there in awe of this fucking gorgeous boy in front of him. This boy who he had unraveled, and who had done the same in return. Kurt couldn’t help but think that maybe he was the only one that actually had seen Blaine like this. Blaine may be more experienced than him; he may have already had other… sexual encounters, but were any of them on such a level as this?

Blaine tucked Kurt back into his briefs and pants, zipping them back up and giving his groin a soft pat. “There we go, nice and clean.”

Kurt snorted, “You’re ridiculous.”

“Mmm,” Blaine mewled, sitting up so that he was straddling Kurt’s calves, “You like it.”

“God help me, I do…”

They finished their date by putting on some movie about a girl meeting a boy and falling in love or something; they weren’t really paying attention. They didn’t have much time left alone and they spent half of it stealing glances of one another. They sat pretending to watch the movie, their legs tangled and their hands clasped tightly together.

“So, Kurt…” Blaine spoke cautiously. Andy would be back to get them any minute and he wanted to make sure that he and Kurt were on the same page.

“Blaine...” Kurt prodded when he noticed that Blaine wasn’t continuing.

Blaine tried to find the right words, but he was never really good with expressing himself and it was even worse nowadays with him being so cautious to let people in.

“I- well… did you- did you have a good time tonight?”

Kurt squeezed Blaine’s hand, his eyes softening, “Of course I did. I know I’m biased but this was the best date ever.”

Blaine laughed, “That’s… yeah. That’s good. So… you’d be interested in another one, right?”

Kurt didn’t answer. Just leaned toward him, a hand under Blaine’s chin, tilting it toward him, and kissed him softly. Blaine breathed in through his nose sharply, not expecting the intensity of the kiss. Their lips slid softly over one another, in a rhythm that seemed to come naturally.

When Kurt finally pulled back, he pressed their foreheads together as their breath mingled between them.

“So is that a yes?” Blaine asked with a smile.

Kurt giggled, nodding against Blaine, and then nuzzling their noses together before taking his lips with his own again.

“Perfect.” Blaine mumbled against Kurt’s lips and Kurt’s chest fluttered.

Yes. Yes it definitely was.