Kurt regained consciousness slowly the next morning, becoming aware of his surroundings one aspect at a time. First, he noticed the brightness on the other side of his eyelids, then the soft firmness of the bed supporting him, and the minute puffs of air tickling the back of his neck. Someone else was in bed with him, and speaking of beds, this one was way too comfortable to be his standard-issue cot at the G.L.E.E. headquarters. Where the hell am I? he asked himself, his eyelids snapping open. He found himself in a spacious, quite tastefully decorated modern apartment that had killer views of the city and the sea. More specifically, he was nestled in a bed of very expensive-looking sheets, blankets, and pillows. Kurt glanced down at himself and was surprised at what he found. Not only was he naked, there was a pair of tan arms encircled around his unclothed torso. His eyes followed the line of the sculpted arms up to Blaine’s face, peaceful with sleep, only a couple inches from his.

Blaine. All of a sudden everything came rushing back to him—the club, the café, the limo, this apartment, the things he did in this apartment…well, at least the older man had kept his promise, last night had been perfect. He was about to press a kiss into Blaine’s plump lips when Kurt caught a glimpse of the clock on Blaine’s bedside table.

“Oh shit!” he cried, springing up out of bed, the usually modest teen not caring if he exposed himself in the process as he searched for his clothes.

Blaine stirred, his eyes blinking open blearily. “Hmm, what is it?”

“It’s ten o’clock!” Kurt exclaimed, retrieving his shirt from the floor and pulling it on again.

“So early,” Blaine whined as he burrowed into the covers. “Come back to bed, baby.”

“No, Blaine. I don’t think you understand,” Kurt shot back, stepping back into his underwear. “It’s two hours late, I was supposed to leave with the glee club on today’s trip at eight! My phone must have died… damn, Mr. Shue is going to kill me…oh no, what if they called my dad? After this, he probably won’t let me leave Ohio again until I’m thirty—”

Kurt’s rambling was interrupted by a set of lips smashing themselves against his, followed by a tongue slipping into his mouth. Kurt was helpless against the tongue, and he succumbed to the kiss instantly.

“Stop freaking out,” Blaine told him after they had broken apart. “I’ll take you to wherever you’re supposed to be today and talk to whoever’s in charge and tell them it was all my fault. Everything will be fine.”

Kurt wasn’t convinced. “What are you going to say exactly? Sorry Kurt’s late, I took him home with me last night and ravished him?”

“I’ll think of something, probably something classier than that. But don’t worry, I’m really good with mort—people, trust me,” Blaine assured him. “Now how about we hop in the shower and then you can raid my closet for something to wear today? I know we’re not exactly the same size, but I’m sure we can find something that’ll show off that perfect ass of yours.”

Kurt couldn’t help but blush. “Can I use your phone to call Mercedes and let my friends know I’m not dead in a dumpster somewhere?”

“Go ahead.” Blaine dug around his pants from last night and tossed his iPhone to Kurt. “Then we shower. I think it’s time I taught you about the joys of frottage.”

The glass of Blaine’s shower was already beginning to fog over from the steam when he heard Kurt call out to him.

“In here!” Blaine replied, his voice echoing from the shower’s acoustics. He heard Kurt pad warily into the penthouse’s bathroom. The god pushed open the door, wisps of steam billowing out, and asked “What are you waiting for, beautiful? The water’s nice and warm.”

Kurt was speechless once again at the sight of a naked, wet, and already hard Blaine beckoning him into his big fancy shower. He stripped off his shirt and underwear before joining him, stepping past the god to wet himself Blaine in the spray. “So Mercedes said they’re already at Epidaurus, so we should meet them there, it’s—“

“About two hours away, I know,” Blaine finished for him pressing his body into Kurt, the head of his erection at the cleft of his ass as the god kissed Kurt’s neck and slid his hands over his torso. “And with the way I drive, we’ll be there in an hour-fifteen tops.”

Kurt made a strangled noise of assent as Blaine’s hand found his half-hard cock and began to stroke it. He gasped when Blaine’s other hand clasped his hip to steady himself as the god began to grind his own arousal into his ass.

“You like that, baby?” Blaine growled in his ear, punctuating his inquiry with a squeeze to Kurt’s cock.

All the mortal was able to do in reply was moan and obey when Blaine instructed him to turn around. The god wasted no time backing him into the wall and slotting their cocks together. Both men let out a low moan of approval at the friction Blaine was creating with their slick bodies. He rested his hands on Kurt’s hips to guide his movements as they rubbed together.

“Ohhhh, Blaine…that’s so good…nnnngh,” Kurt groaned as Blaine rutted against him. And to think, less than twenty-four hours ago I was repulsed by sex, now here I am moaning like a whore in some hot guy’s shower.

“Is this good for you, baby?” Blaine challenged through gritted teeth, trailing a hand from the mortal’s left hip to his ass for a quick squeeze, before running it down to the back of Kurt’s knee, hiking his leg up and wrapping it around his back.

“Sogoodsogoodsogood,” came Kurt’s reply in a garbled rush at the change in position.

“Do you like the way my dick feels against yours, Kurt?” Blaine questioned, picking up the pace of his grinding.

“Mmmmm, I do, Blaine,” Kurt responded. He realized that the deity was trying to initiate to dirty talk. Kurt had always it found awkward and contrived, but when Blaine did it, talking dirty didn’t seem so uncomfortable. Still, Kurt was inexperienced, and he wasn’t really sure what he should say. Maybe I should talk about how big he is, guys like to hear that, right? Plus, it wouldn’t be like I’d be lying. “Your c—you’re so big, so so big.”

Blaine chuckled and began to press quick kisses into his lover’s jaw. “Come on Kurt, you’re not a virgin anymore, you’ve got to be able to say cock.”

“Mmmph, fine,” Kurt grumbled as he met Blaine’s thrusts. “Your cock is so huge, Blaine, I can’t believe it.”

“That’s better,” Blaine rewarded his lover with a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss as he continued to grind against him. “Do you like how I use my huge cock on you? Like now, when I rub against you, or when I fuck you?”

“Unnngh, yes Blaine,” he panted, feeling the similar sensation of a tightening in his abdomen that signaled his climax was close. “Yes, Blaine, YES!”

Blaine watched in awe as Kurt orgasmed. The way his eyes screwed shut, how his nymph-like features contorted in pleasure, how his head was tipped back in abandon was quite possibly the sexiest thing Blaine had ever witnessed. The mere sight of Kurt, along a few more particularly fervent thrusts and Blaine was coming too, his seed spurting out onto the mortal’s pelvis with a low groan.

After a few moments to recover, Blaine maneuvered himself and a blissed out Kurt back under the shower head to rinse off the semen coating both of their lower halves. He reached past Kurt to grab a bottle of body wash and began soaping Kurt up, taking his time to scrub the gel thoroughly into his lover’s ivory complexion, pausing here and there to kiss a patch of skin.

“Here, let me,” the mortal offered, taking the bottle from Blaine once he had finished. The couple proceeded to wash each other’s hair as well (Kurt trying his hardest not to gape at the labels on Blaine’s products) before they finally stepped out of the shower.

“You were wonderful,” Blaine told him, passing him a large white fluffy towel and stealing a kiss as well.

“Th-thanks,” Kurt mumbled diffidently after he had accepted the towel. “I mean, you did most of the work.”

“Not true. If I do recall, you caught on to the dirty talk rather quickly,” the god remarked playfully as he dried himself off. Immediately Kurt’s cheeks flushed as he struggled to reply coherently. “You’re so cute when you’re flustered.”

Blaine kissed Kurt again quickly before both men continued to get ready for the day, the god finishing before Kurt, whose moisturizing routine was significantly lengthened since apparently Blaine’s collection of lavish and expensive products wasn’t limited to his shower. Once his face was cleansed and his hair styled, the mortal went to check out Blaine’s closet for something to wear.

“OH MY GAGA, BLAINE!”

“What?” Blaine dashed in from the living room, already dressed in a pair of khaki shorts and a robin’s egg blue polo, a concerned expression on his face. “What is it? Are you okay?”

“Oh, I’m fine,” Kurt assured him, although he didn’t turn around to regard the god face-to-face. “I just want to marry your closet.”

Instantly, Blaine relaxed and chuckled amusedly. “Kurt, I know Europeans are supposedly more…laissez-faire about things, but I don’t think even Greece will allow you to enter into matrimony with a room.”

“A guy can dream, can’t he?” Kurt replied impishly.

“Get dressed,” Blaine ordered lightly, tugging the towel off of Kurt’s slim hips.

“Blaine!” the mortal cried, trying to cover himself as Blaine surveyed his exposed form appreciatively.
“Give it back!”

“I’m sorry, but it’s my towel,” the god pointed out, a mischievous lilt in his tone. “You just go about your business, I’ll supervise.”

With an exaggerated roll of his eyes, Kurt proceeded to scan the contents of Blaine closet.

“This is uncomfortable,” Kurt announced after a few minutes.

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” Blaine said casually.

“Yeah, but that was in the heat of the moment,” the mortal countered.

“Well, we could heat things up now if you wanted,” suggested Blaine, his voice dropping an octave or two.

“No, no,” Kurt said, though he wasn’t sure who he was trying to convince more, himself or Blaine. “If we’re ever going to make it to Epidaurus we need to get going.”

A couple minutes later, Kurt was dressed in a pink Lacoste dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up halfway and pair of white linen shorts.

“Is it okay if I were these too?” Kurt asked the god, referring to a pair of pink wayfarers he was holding.

A fond smile spread across Blaine’s lips. “Those are my favorite.”

“Oh, I didn’t know,” Kurt tried to backpedal. “I’ll just pick another pair.”

“No, I want you to wear them,” he told the mortal sincerely. “Grab me a pair too and we can get going.”

Kurt plucked a pair of Gucci aviators, and when Blaine slid them on when they reached the lobby, they looked just as sexy on him as the American thought they would.

The doorman acknowledged the couple with a curt but professional nod as he opened the door to the classic convertible that was parked on the curb.

“We’re riding in this?” Kurt asked incredulously.

 “It’s too nice of a day for the limo,” Blaine explained nonchalantly as the doorman handed him the keys. “Thank you, Tomai.”

The convertible roared to life as Blaine put it into gear.

“What year is this?” Kurt inquired about the car as they drove out of Athens.

“It’s a ’61 Ferrari 250 GT SWB California Spyder.”

“It’s beautiful,” Kurt commented, running a finger along the top of the passenger door.

“You like cars?” the god asked, a hint of disbelief coloring his tone.

“Hey I can break the stereotype every now and then, I also played on football team last year,” Kurt replied a bit haughtily. “But yes, my dad’s a mechanic.”

“What position did you play in football?”

“Kicker,” Kurt told him proudly.

Blaine grinned. “Nice,” he responded, squeezing Kurt’s knee as he sped along.

Thirty minutes later, the innocent resting of Blaine’s hand on Kurt’s knee started to become not so innocent anymore. The god began to subtly just trace his thumb across the width of the mortal’s knee for a little while before his hand dipped lower and began tracing the inseam of Kurt’s shorts, getting closer and closer to his manhood every time.

“Wha-what are you doing?” Kurt gulped. He was already getting hard from Blaine’s teasing caresses.

“Driving,” the deity replied without taking his eyes of the road.

“Blaine,” Kurt warned him. “You’re going to get in an accident, I mean you’re already exceeding the speed limit by I don’t want to know how much, and this is dangerous.”

“Please, Kurt, I’ve been driving for a century.” Although Blaine’s statement came off as hyperbole, it was actually the truth. “And the closer we get to Epidaurus the more tense you’re getting and if this morning is anything to go off of, orgasms tend to calm you down quite a bit.”

“I don’t want to come all over your shorts,” Kurt protested.

“Statements like that aren’t really helping your case, beautiful,” Blaine groaned, finally palming Kurt’s growing arousal, causing Kurt to yelp and flinch simultaneously. “Come on, Kurt, you know you want this.”

“Fine,” Kurt exhaled, his decision-making skills severely compromised with Blaine’s hand rubbing him through his shorts.

“Good boy,” the god growled, popping open the shorts’ button and dragging down the zipper with one hand, his eyes somehow still focused on the road. A moment later, the god had procured Kurt’s dick from the loaned boxer-briefs he was sporting.

“What…mmmm, what if someone sees us?” Kurt asked as Blaine started to pump with his hand.

“No one’s going to see,” Blaine guaranteed the mortal, swiping his thumb over the head to collect the precum that was beginning to gather there. “And if anyone does, they won’t care. You’re in Europe, baby.”

Kurt replied with a moan and a buck of his hips, clutching onto the seat desperately as the god fisted his dick at a frantic pace. His eyes rolled back in his head as he surrendered to Blaine’s ministrations. “How are you so good at this?”

“Years of practice,” Blaine told him. All of a sudden the delicious warmth and friction of the Greek’s hand was gone. Kurt whined, but Blaine assuaged him, “Sorry, I have to downshift…there.”

“Good to know you’re still paying some attention to the road,” Kurt muttered before Blaine returned his hand to the mortal’s weeping erection.

Blaine let out a dark chuckle. “You know, we’re not that far away…are you going to come for me, Kurt?”

Kurt made a breathy noise of frustration.

“Do you want to come?” Blaine asked again, his grip on Kurt’s member tightening.

“Do you have tissues?” Kurt questioned in reply.

The god couldn’t help but laugh. “Always about the clothes with you. Yeah, there should be some in the glove box.”

Kurt hastily fished out the packet of tissues from the compartment and shoved some into Blaine’s hand.

“Now you’re going to come for me,” the god declared. “Right, baby? Are you going to make a mess for me?”

The mortal’s hips arched off the seat as he climaxed, spilling into the tissues and onto Blaine’s hand as the deity stroked him through it.

“Gods, I love watching you come,” Blaine remarked, throwing the soiled tissues down by his feet and licking the remainder of Kurt’s semen off of his fingers before returning both hands to the wheel.

“You’re unbelievable,” Kurt gasped as he tucked his now flaccid cock back into Blaine’s shorts. “I can’t believe you just did that.”

“You needed it,” Blaine said with a shrug of shoulders. “Plus, I was getting bored.”

0-0-0

“Jeez, that’s a nice car…oh my—dude! It’s Hummel!” Puck exclaimed once he saw Blaine’s Ferrari pull up to the picnic area where the New Directions were taking a lunch break.

“No way!” Sam joined in.

“Fuck, Sam could you not shout? Some of us are hung over,” Santana grumbled. 

“Why did James Bond drive Kurt here? Is Kurt a spy?” Brittany inquired at sight of Blaine getting out of the car, their hands intertwining. “That would explain a lot, actually.”

“Like what?” Artie asked. Usually he was pretty good at following Brittany-logic, but even he couldn’t follow that one.

“He better have a good explanation for all of this,” Finn groused, taking a bite of his sandwich with more force than necessary.

“Wait, that guy looks kind of familiar…” Rachel mused, her head tilting to the side as she studied the dark-haired man with Kurt.

“KURT HUMMEL!” Mr. Shuester was storming over to the pair. The mortal immediately tightened his grasp on Blaine’s hand.

“Don’t worry, babe,” Blaine whispered to him, pecking Kurt on the cheek in reassurance.

“What the hell happened last night, Kurt?” Mr. Shue began his tirade. “You left the group last night—“

“I told Finn,” he interjected meekly.

“—with some strange man,” Will paused to shoot Blaine a dirty look. “And you were gone for the entire night, no one knew where you were, you wouldn’t answer your phone, I was up all night on the phone with the Global Learning Program’s administrators and the Greek police, your parents are beside themselves because they haven’t heard from you! I can’t believe such a responsible young man like yourself did something like this, Kurt! When we get back to headquarters, pack your bags, you’re going home tomorrow.”

“NO!” Kurt wailed, looking at a surprisingly composed Blaine helplessly.

“Yes!” Will asserted. “And the fun doesn’t stop there. I’ve already contacted Principal Figgins to arrange some sort of disciplinary action when school starts up back again.”

“Mr. Schuester, I don’t think that will be necessary,” said Blaine calmly.

“Excuse me, but who the hell do you think you are? Taking advantage of a seventeen-year-old boy like that?”

“He didn’t take advantage of me!” Kurt contended, stomping his foot down in frustration.

“Blaine Athanasios,” the god smoothly introduced himself to Will, both men ignoring Kurt for the time being. “And to be fair, Mr. Schuester, the age of consent in Greece is fifteen, and if my memory serves me correctly it’s sixteen in America, so neither Kurt nor I were in the wrong last night. I’m extremely sorry for my carelessness however. Kurt, how about you go catch up with your friends while I explain everything to your teacher.”

“Okay,” Kurt replied immediately, seizing the opportunity to scamper away as soon as it was presented to him. As he approached the New Directions, he could already discern that they had been watching the exchange with Mr. Schue and were chomping at the bit to get more information.

“Dude, that was the most badass walk of shame I have ever seen,” Puck said once Kurt was within earshot. “I mean, pulling up in a fucking Ferrari with some guy that looks like he belongs in a cologne commercial? That’s just classy, Hummel. You’re not even walking funny.”

“Why would I be walking funny?” Kurt asked.

“Really, Peter Pan? You don’t think you’d be walking weird after having someone shove their—“

“Santana!” Finn yelled to cut her off. “Brother over here!”

“Whatever, Stretch,” said Santana with a roll of her eyes. “But we all want to hear about that fine piece of man that Kurt banged last night. So how about you go put your headphones and listen to that old-person rock that you and Mr. Schue seem to like so much.”

“It’s okay, Finn, I’m not going to say anything,” Kurt told him.

“God, Kurt, you think after you had your rainbow v-card punched that you wouldn’t be so much of prude,” Santana sighed.

“There were rainbows on your v-card? Can I see them?” Brittany asked. “Mine had a picture of Lord Tubbington in a speedo.”

Fortunately, at that moment, Mr. Schue and Blaine had emerged from their private conversation and Will called out to the group.

“Hey guys,” Will addressed his students, the change in his demeanor so drastic Kurt could barely believe it. No longer was he the angry-over-something-serious Mr. Schue Kurt had witnessed only a few times, he was acting like I-just-found-Journey-song-we-haven’t-done-yet Mr. Schue, all revved up and ready to go. “This is Blaine Athanasios, a…’friend’ of Kurt’s who’s going to tag along with us today!”

Kurt couldn’t believe his ears. He glanced over at Blaine incredulously, who simply winked in reply.

“What?” Finn objected. “You’re going to let that creep hang out with us today?”

“Blaine isn’t a creep,” Kurt retaliated at his step-brother.

“Besides, Blaine is a Greek Archeology and Mythology major at the University of Athens. He knows a lot more about ancient Greek theatre than I do, and since some people thought my knowledge of wasn’t sufficient—“ everyone glared at Rachel “—I thought you guys would appreciate someone who was more educated in what we’re studying.”

“Oh yeah, I can definitely appreciate how educated he is,” leered Santana, causing the other girls to giggle knowingly and a spike of jealousy surge through Kurt, especially when Blaine flashed the young women a smile that made all of them swoon.

“Thanks for letting for me hang out with you all,” the god said. “Will said you’ve got another twenty minutes in your break, so I’ll give you a tour of the place after you finish up lunch.”

The group of adolescents dispersed, and Kurt immediately advanced toward Blaine. “What did you do, brainwash him?”

Blaine chuckled at Kurt’s accusation. “I told you I was good with people.”

“But—“

“You must be hungry,” he cut the mortal off. “Will said that he saved the lunch they brought you from the rest of the guys, so let’s not put it to waste.”

“Okay,” Kurt replied cautiously, a little irked by how Blaine had interrupted him. The sentiment dissipated soon enough however after Kurt observed the deity interact with his friends so politely and affably , holding Kurt’s hand under the table the entire time. He was also distracted from the weirdness by Blaine’s vast knowledge of ancient Greek theatre. Kurt was positive he was one of the only members of the New Directions that did the readings Mr. Schue assigned before they left for Greece, and although they were quite in-depth, they paled in comparison to Blaine’s descriptions. He spoke as if he was actually there, as if he had actually attended the festivals, participated in the rituals, saw the plays. Blaine was such a good orator that even Puck was engaged. That was when Santana decided to make her move.

“Psst, Hummel,” she whispered to get his attention.

“Santana, I told you I’m not spilling,” he shot back in a hushed tone. “I don’t kiss and tell.”

“Damn Kurt, you jump to conclusions so easily. I was only opening myself up if you had any questions,” she told him, although Kurt knew better to trust the ‘sincerity’ in her voice. “Finn said that penises, even your own, used to terrify you and I thought you might want some tips on keeping that Greek god all to yourself.”

Kurt chose to overlook the comment about Finn telling other people about his previous views on sex (why, oh why did Dad try to give me the sex talk when he was home?) and address the ladder part of Santana’s offer. “What do you mean?”

“Oh come on, Baby Face, a guy like Blaine has boys and probably girls too for everyday of the week,” she said.

“He does?” Kurt inquired meekly.

“Of course he does,” guaranteed Santana. “I mean look at him. He probably gets more play than Lebron James.”

“Who’s that?”

“Sorry, forgot who I was talking to,” Santana dismissed his question quickly. “Anyway, you always have to assume you’ve got competition, and if you want Prince Charming over there to be yours exclusively, which I’m guessing you do, Mr. Fairytale-Romance, you gotta step up your game.”

Kurt scoffed and stopped paying attention to her, refocusing on Blaine as he guided them back up the many, many steps of the amphitheater, describing what Athenian tribe would have sat where. Yet as the god continued to lecture on, he couldn’t help but notice the way Quinn was staring at him…and Rachel…even Tina was unabashedly admiring the Greek, and her long-term boyfriend was standing right next to her. What if Santana was right? Blaine could have anyone he wanted, what made Kurt so special? Kurt thought back to all the kind, tender words Blaine had spoken last night…they could have all been lies, he realized. He could have said all of that just to get you into bed! No, no, if all Blaine wanted was a one-night stand he wouldn’t have gone to such lengths to take me here and clear things up with Mr. Schue…no matter how many times Kurt tried to tell himself that Blaine wasn’t just using him, his doubts continued to nag at him, eating away his resolve.

“Hey, Santana?” he whispered a few minutes later.

“Hmmm?” she replied, trying to hide the triumphant grin on her face.

“How do you give a killer blow-job?”

0-0-0

Their time at Epidaurus had come to an end, and the New Directions were piling into the two G.L.E.E.-provided vans that had brought them there. Except for Kurt. He marched straight up to Blaine as he chatted with Mr. Schue (who seemed to be developing a serious man-crush on the god), pecking him on the cheek in greeting.

“Hey, beautiful,” Blaine addressed him, kissing him on the lips lightly. “What is it?”

“I was wondering if I could ride back to Athens with you,” Kurt proposed. “If that’s okay with you, Mr. Schuester.”

“Is that alright, Will?” Blaine asked the teacher although he already knew the answer would be yes.

“Of course!” Mr. Schue replied cheerily. “I wouldn’t pass up a ride in that Ferrari either. See you back at headquarters, Kurt!”

 “Ready to go, baby?” Blaine murmured, nuzzling Kurt’s neck and cupping his ass.

“Blaine! My friends can see us!” he cried.

The god smacked him lightly on the ass. “I didn’t know you were into having an audience, Kurt,” he teased.

“Shut up,” the mortal shot back playfully, taking Blaine’s hand off his butt and dragging him over to where the Ferrari was parked, which was surrounded by a throng of male tourists. Blaine shooed them as politely as he could in Greek as he opened the door for Kurt slide in, and entered the driver’s seat.

Kurt waited until they were on a fairly empty stretch of highway before he put his plan in action. Blaine had been driving along idly, humming along to the song that as wafting out of the car’s speakers.  The mortal took a large, calming gulp of air before he leaned over and began to kiss Blaine’s neck, his hand trailing down the god’s chest to rest in between his legs.

“Mmmmmm,” Blaine moaned, “where is this coming from?”

“Just because,” he purred, making sure to keep aloof and coy like Santana had instructed him too. He could feel Blaine’s cock respond under his hand, twitching at first and then rapidly hardening as Kurt touched him through his pants.

“What are you going to do to me?” the god growled as Kurt freed him from his pants.

The mortal opted to answer nonverbally, leaning over to so he was face-level with Blaine’s cock. He paused for a moment, trying to figure out what to do first. The more he thought about it though, the more freaked he became, doubting why he thought this was a good idea in the first and wondering why people actually put this thing he was looking at in his mouth, especially when Blaine’s was so big, and what if he choked—

“Kurt?” Blaine addressed his lover, his voice already wrecked from the teasing sensation of Kurt’s warm breath ghosting over her cock.

No, I can do this, Kurt willed himself. You’re an adult, you’re a sexy adult and you’re going to make Blaine yours!  Without warning, Kurt wrapped his lips around the head of the deity’s cock, following Santana’s orders and sucking lightly to “drive him wild”. And if the drawn-out, satisfied moan Blaine had just made was indication, Santana’s advice was sound.

Step two of Santana’s master plan involved licking a stripe up the underside of Blaine’s length. Kurt did so, even though his line wasn’t perfectly centered since he was bent at a weird angle. That move earned another appreciative grunt from Blaine which provided all the encouragement Kurt needed to continue with his ministrations. He reminded himself to take a deep breath through his nose before lowering his mouth back around Blaine’s cock, only taking about half of his massive erection in. As started to suck, he wrapped his hand around what he couldn’t fit into his mouth while getting used to the sensation.

Meanwhile, Blaine was seriously fighting the urge to let his eyes roll in the back in his head, part his legs to allow Kurt better access to his now throbbing dick, and thrust his hips up into the wet heat of the mortal’s mouth. “Mmmmmm, Kurt, you…you mouth looks so pretty like that, your lips stretched around my cock.”

Kurt moaned around him, taking more of Blaine into his mouth and increasing the vigor of his sucking which resulted in the car swerving. Instead of letting up, the mortal took it as an invitation to go even further, sucking so hard on Blaine’s cock that his cheeks followed out from the exertion.

“Oh…nnngh, Kurt…I’m close…gonna come…” the god warned the teenager as he continued to slurp around his cock. As a connoisseur of oral sex like himself, Blaine could tell that Kurt’s attentions were inexpert and sloppy, but his enthusiasm and eagerness made up for his inexperience. It was actually endearing to Blaine how keen Kurt was to pleasure him.

Kurt tried to brace himself for what would come next. He remembered his discussion with Santana.

“And then you swallow.”

“I swallow his…” Kurt trailed off with incredulity.

“Well yeah, you don’t want him to jizz all over his million dollar car,” Santana pointed out.

“But…but that’s so gross,” Kurt contested. “They actually expect you to ingest it?”

“Please Hummel, it’s not toxic or anything, you are such a drama queen,” she retorted, but softened after a moment. “Just don’t think of it as his spunk…put it into whatever mushy romantic terms you need so you’ll do it.”

All it took was another particularly hard suck for Blaine’s essence (that was the least gross term he could come up with) flooded his mouth. He rushed to swallow it all down as quickly as possible since Santana had warned him of its bitter taste, coughing a little as Kurt did so.

“Hmmm, love, that was fantastic,” Blaine told him, feeling completely sated as the car continued to speed back to Athens. Kurt, who had readjusted Blaine’s dick back into his pants, just looked up at him demurely. The god noticed a little dribble of cum running down his chin, and his cock made a valiant attempt at hardening again from the sight of it. “C’mere,” he rasped, and Kurt obliged so Blaine could lick the bit of cum away from the corner of his mouth and capture his lips in an intense kiss that was interrupted by an angry blaring of a horn since the Ferrari had drifted into the other lane.

“Stay with me tonight,” Blaine gasped in between heated kisses once they had reached the G.L.E.E. headquarters. Kurt wasn’t sure if the god’s words were a request or an order.

“I-I can’t,” he whimpered as Blaine sucked his pulse point. “I want to…mmmm, I really want to but I have to keep up appearances, you know?”

“Why?” Blaine asked, pulling away to look at Kurt properly. “I’ve already taken care of your teacher.”

“It’s not just him,” Kurt debated. “There’s also my Dad and step-Mom to think about, not to mention all the glee kids are giving me enough of a hard time already.”

“But…I need you,” the deity whined. This was new for him. Usually, he treated his mortals as disposable objects and he wanted to keep them around a little longer, he just compelled them.

 “Don’t you have guys and girls for every day of the week?” Kurt scoffed, parroting Santana’s works.

“I could if I wanted to, yes,” Blaine replied, tracing his fingertips up and down the length of Kurt’s arm. “But I’m only interested in you.”

“Please don’t lie to me,” Kurt pleaded, averting his gaze. “I’ve seen my friends been played and I don’t think I could handle it, not with you.”

“Kurt,” Blaine took the mortal’s face in his hands so he could look Kurt in the eye. His heart plummeted when they found that the blue orbs were glistening with tears. “Kurt.”

The boy shook his head free of Blaine’s grasp, trying to will his tears away. “Ugh, I don’t know why I’m crying. It’s just you’re so—and I’m—if I don’t give you what you want you’re going to find it somewhere else and this is all so sudden and I’m totally conforming to the needy vulnerable virgin stereotype right now but—“

Much like this morning, Blaine silenced Kurt with a kiss, though this one much more tender than the one before. “Stop it. You’re breaking my heart when you talk like that. Gods, I rushed you, didn’t I? Fuck, it’s just I’ve never done this before.”

“Done what before?” Kurt sniffled.

“Cared about who I slept with,” Blaine admitted. “I sound like an asshole but you don’t—I was raised in a certain ‘lifestyle’, you could say. All I know is sex and I’ve never really had a boyfriend before.”

“Oh,” Kurt responded dumbly. “So, what do you mean?”

“I want more than just sex with you. I want to date you,” Blaine told him, his voice genuine.

“You want to date me?” Kurt reiterated with disbelief.

“See, you’ve got to cut that insecure crap,” Blaine said. 

“Sorry, I’ve never had a boyfriend before either,” he apologized, “just a bunch of unrequited crushes.”

“Well, you deserve more than that. You deserve to be wined and dined and doted upon, because you’re special, Kurt” the god asserted. He barely recognized the words coming out of his mouth. It was all so…sweet and unlike Blaine. He didn’t dwell on it however, even though this was all uncharted territory, the deity liked the way it felt. “Trust me, I’ve…uh…gotten around quite a bit and you’re the first person I’ve wanted to have a relationship with.”

“Really?”

“Really,” Blaine promised. “That’s why I’m going to take you on a proper date. Does your program give you weekends off?” 

“Not every weekend,” Kurt answered. “But tomorrow’s Friday and I don’t think we have anything major like today going on Saturday.”

“Perfect,” Blaine smiled and kissed Kurt on the lips. “I’ll pick you up at eight, boyfriend.”

Kurt just looked at Blaine like he was going to faint.

“Wait, do you not want to be my boyfriend?”

“No! I do, very much so. I guess I’m not used to hearing those words directed at me and coming out of such an attractive mouth.”

“Well you better get used to it,” Blaine crooned, “and all the other things I can do with my mouth.”

Kurt shivered at the thought. “I should maybe go inside now.”

“Mmm,” Blaine agreed. “Give me a kiss and I’ll see you at eight tomorrow.”

“Uh huh,” Kurt mumbled before acquiescing to Blaine’s request. He watched Blaine speed away, leaning against the G.L.E.E building as he tried to process it all. Kurt Hummel was in Greece and he had a boyfriend. Kurt Hummel has been having a pretty good week.