Blaine was surprised by how little things changed between him and Kurt over the next year. Part of him had assumed the exchange of "I love yous" would make things more complicated or time consuming in some way, but it didn't. They were as close as ever, and according to Santana quite sickening to watch because of how love struck they both were. He didn't listen to her though. The same way he repeatedly ignored Rachel whenever she walked in on him and Kurt being intimate in any way.

That summer things progressed a lot more without school or parents or Rachel (who spent most of her summer with Finn) to get in their way all the time. Kurt grew a few more inches, and while Blaine didn't really like being shorter than him at first, by August he loved it. After spending all summer making out in various locations and positions, he'd found the extra few inches put Kurt's neck at the same height as his lips. Not having to bend his head to suck at his favorite hickey placing spot was definitely a good thing. Of course most days he didn't have to bend at all because Kurt was underneath him and panting and usually naked.

Needless to say, Blaine's sophomore year started off much better than his freshmen year. He had a beautiful boyfriend fawning over him instead of a gang of giggling girls, his voice was even more steady and he was consequently picked to sing a solo for sectionals, and he didn't spend every afternoon jerking himself off. Now he got to have sex with his boyfriend, or exchange blowjobs, or just thrust their erections together until they both came.

However, by the time they all started gearing up for Regionals, Rachel was on a war path and Kurt was right there beside her for whatever reason. It was driving Blaine nuts, listening to them write really terrible original songs about headbands and how annoying their brothers were. He had to admit he was rather fond of the bowtie song Kurt had written, but when their song writing rampage started interfering with his sex life he got annoyed.

Puck ended up convincing Rachel to throw some crazy party at the end of February to help with the song writing. Blaine had hated the idea and was sure their dads would find out and he'd never see Kurt or daylight ever again. But once the night came and he had a few shots of liquor in him, it didn't seem like such a bad idea after all. Rachel had chilled out and was too busy screaming about how everything tasted like pink to start singing about her headbands. Everyone was drinking and laughing and having a good time, and Kurt... Kurt was all over him. First, Kurt was grinding all over him while they all danced around, and then he was kissing him senseless even though he was supposed to kiss Brittany during Spin the Bottle.

The game had ended then, because Kurt had pushed him down and they'd knocked the bottle across the room and started making out in the middle of the circle. Puck and Santana had started catcalling and cheering while they rolled about. Blaine was already hard and horny and so desperate he ended up shoving Kurt over onto his back, straddling his lap, and rutting against him until Rachel had regained enough function to realize what they were doing. After a few shrill shouts that had been filled with random cries of "Pink!" Blaine decided his room would be a much better place to continue.

Head buzzing from the five shots of rum he'd had, Blaine groaned, jerking his hips down once more as he nipped Kurt on the ear. He was throbbing and just needed Kurt now. Needed to have his firm hands on his hips as he rode his beautiful boyfriend into the bed. It'd been almost three weeks since him and Kurt had done anything more than make out or cuddle and kiss lazily and if he didn't get Kurt naked and in his bed tonight he was pretty sure he might die.

"Meet me upstairs in fifteen minutes," he murmured, nipping Kurt's ear once more. Beneath him Kurt's hips rocked up and they both moaned.

Kurt slurred out a few words Blaine only half understood as he stood up and stumbled towards the stairs to the ground floor. The second staircase was a lot more difficult to navigate, and his throbbing boner certainly didn't help, but he finally tumbled into his room and tripped over his own feet. His face hit the bed and he groaned and pulled himself up onto it completely, fumbling with his night- stand's bottom drawer. He pulled out one of the bottles of lube in there and a box of condoms, tossing them haphazardly over his shoulder and then starting in on his clothes.

He was already panting and sweating as he tugged his sweater and striped shirt off, his cock aching and straining against his jeans as he unzipped those next. With a hoarse groan he kicked his pants off, thankful that for once he'd decided not to bother with underwear. His cock fell towards the bed and he let his hips fall back down to give himself some friction while he enduring the excruciatingly long wait until Kurt showed up.

But when Kurt didn't immediately appear in the doorway Blaine got impatience. The friction of his comforter against his cock wasn't nearly enough, especially when he was aching to have something inside of him and without Kurt up here he could only think of one option that would stretch him and make him pant and whine.

Blaine stuffed his hand under his mattress, searching for his latest purchase. He'd only tested it out a few times on his own – hadn't even mentioned it to Kurt because they'd only been having sex for five months and Kurt had never even mentioned doing anything that involved toys. Finally his fingers curled around what he was looking for and with a swift tug he pulled the vibrator and the cord that attached the remote free from between the mattress and box spring.

Just the sight of the purple toy made him moan as he remembered the feeling of it being inside him. The shockwaves it sent up his spine and the way it made him clench tightly around it because of how sensitive the vibrations made him. His door was still thrown wide open and Kurt was nowhere in sight. With fumbling fingers Blaine popped the cap of the lube bottle and held it above his ass. It was messy and nowhere near as precise as he usually was, but his heart was buzzing and he just needed something and Kurt was taking forever.

His fingers slipped down between the halves of his ass and as soon as he brushed his fingers over the puckered skin his hips bucked into the mattress and he moaned louder. Blaine was pretty sure half the house could hear him, but if that was true then Kurt would hear him. Maybe if he moaned loud enough Kurt would hurry up and join him.

Blaine thrust his middle finger through the ring of muscles without preamble. It burned more without easing into it, mostly because the lube was still cold and icy against his overheated skin, but he didn't care right now. He didn't want to wait for Kurt to tease him open and then keep his thrusts purposely slow and shallow. Right now he wanted everything as soon as possible, and then he wanted Kurt underneath him so that he could either ride him or so he could give his boyfriend a show.

After another thrust with the same finger he worked a second finger in alongside the first, whimpering into his pillows as his ass arched up into the air. Blaine didn't even bother waiting to force a third finger inside, and maybe it was all the alcohol in his system that was dulling the burn, but he barely even felt the burn that time. He kept his fingers still inside himself, spreading them out to stretch himself a little more as his other hand fumbled for the lube and opened it once more. With an awkward roll onto his side he took the bottle and poured some onto the purple vibrator, tossing the bottle across the room as soon as he was done and using his hand to spread it over the cool plastic.

Quickly, he pulled his fingers out and took hold of the base of the toy, trying to find the right angle through the haze of alcohol and lust clouding his brain. The tip slipped along his ass for a few moments as he shifted, but then it sunk in as it brushed over his stretched hole. With a jerky, rough movement Blaine slammed the vibrator inside himself completely, crying out with a mixture of pleasure and pain as the cold lube stung and the curved toy pressed along his prostate.

A few weak tremors wracked his body as he lay there on his side, panting, cock bobbing slightly as he let himself adjust a bit. Blaine glanced briefly at the doorway only to find it still lacking Kurt. A piteous whimper fell from his lips and he grabbed the base of the toy once more, following the cord attached there until he had the remote in his grasp. He pressed his thumb down against the little switch, and immediately slid it up to the second notch on the remote.

Blaine gasped loudly at the toy began to pulsate inside him. His internal muscles clammed tightly around it and with a shaky hand he reached back and grabbed the base once more. He'd found with his first few experiments that keeping it still inside of him felt nice and pleasant, and the vibrations against his prostate were enjoyable, but if he actually slowly thrust the toy in and out it was just the perfect brush and angle. Any remaining control he had usually disappeared once he got the tilt of the toy just right.

He dragged it out slowly and as soon as it slid along his prostate his hips bucked wildly and he threw his head back and moaned. On the thrust back in, Blaine moved faster, pressing it in as deeply as it would go until his legs were jerking and another whimper escaped him.

"Fuck," he swore loudly, continuing the motion and glancing back towards the doorway hopefully. This time it wasn't empty. Kurt was there. Hot, sexy Kurt with his perfect mouth and hands and ass–

"Holy shit, Blaine," Kurt gasped. Blaine reached out a hand towards him and beckoned him forward as his hips jerked wildly again.

"Kurt," he whined desperately as Kurt stumbled forward towards the bed. An equally as desperate moan greeted his word as Kurt tumbled down next to him.

"Jesus, Blaine, is that a– and you're– and, god," Kurt stammered, gesturing towards the vibrator Blaine was still thrusting slowly into himself. His blue eyes were huge as he watched, mesmerized by the vibrator slipping it and out of Blaine's ass. Finally his eyes followed the cord and fell on the remote. With a hesitant look, he picked it up, and Blaine groaned and forced Kurt onto his back, straddling his hips and changing the angle of the toy.

"Can– can I– "Kurt gestured to the remote, his mouth hanging open as he stared up at Blaine in amazement.

"Yes," Blaine breathed. "You can strip for me, too."

Kurt groaned throatily in reply and with a shaky thumb flicked the dial up another notch. The sudden increase made Blaine gasp out loud and he tugged Kurt's other hand around and clamped it over the base of the vibrator, taking him through the slow teasing motion as he bent his head down and pulled Kurt's lower lip into his mouth. The hissing gasp told him he'd bitten harder than usual, but he was drunk and Kurt was fucking him with his vibrator and he couldn't control anything that his body was doing right now.

"You're so hot," Kurt groaned, the hand thrusting the toy trembling slightly. Frustrated at how Kurt's hand had lost the pace, Blaine reached around and made Kurt hold his hand steady. His hands grabbed for Kurt's tie, yanking it loose, and then moving on to the buttons on his shirt.

A loud gasp greeted Blaine as he finally tugged Kurt's shirt free and scraped his nails over Kurt's chest.

"Blaine, should I– "Kurt cut off with a choked off moan as Blaine attached his lips to is right nipple and started to suck. "Fuck," he swore, and his hands jerked, the one thrusting the vibrator back into Blaine and the other clicking the speed up another notch.

Blaine dragged his tongue up Kurt's chest, his hands fumbling with the button and zipper on Kurt's jeans as he whimpered and started to rock in Kurt's lap. His skin was on fire, every part of him was aching for more pleasure, more skin on skin, more Kurt against his lips.

He could feel Kurt shaking underneath him as he forced the other boy's jeans down his hips enough to free his straining erection."Kurt," Blaine whined, trying to change the angle of his hips in order to press their erections together and still let Kurt thrust the vibrator into him. It took them a few moments, but Kurt spread his legs a little bit so that his hand could rest between his thighs and thrust the vibrator as Blaine pushed him more against the headboard and jerked his hips down.

Both boys cried out in pleasure as their cocks rubbed together, and Blaine swore he heard some sort of clunky noise from the hallway, but then Kurt jerked his hips up and switched up the setting on the vibrator.

"Fuck me harder," Blaine growled, rolling his hips to keep their erections pressed together and to help keep the vibrator sliding along his prostate. His toes curled as Kurt tilted the toy down more and he captured Kurt's mouth in a searing desperate kiss as they rocked together roughly.

This time Blaine was certain he heard a noise, and a moment later two people came tumbling into the room behind them.

"Holy shit," Santana bellowed. "I knew you two were kinky but– "

"Get it Hummel!" Puck shouted.

Beneath him Blaine was positive Kurt hadn't even heard what they'd just said, or if he had he didn't care. Blaine's lower lip was sucked between Kurt's teeth, and a hot pulse of arousal shot through him limbs as Puck and Santana started shouting and cheering behind them. He really didn't care if they were in here right now. His boyfriend was rutting against him and fucking him with his vibrator and Kurt's hair was disheveled and his face as flushed and his mouth and skin tasted incredible.

"Blaine," Kurt panted into his mouth. "Touch me, please. I'm so close."

One hand tangled into Kurt's hair and he lowered the other between their bodies, wrapping his hand around as much of their cocks as they could. He smeared their pre- cum onto their cocks and jerked his hand fast, keeping his grip tight as they both thrust into the circle of his fist.

A loud whistle sounded near Blaine's right ear and Puck was saying something else, but Blaine's head was getting fuzzier again and Kurt's breath was coming in short, quick gasping pants. There was some more clunking behind him that sounded like a herd of elephants and then Kurt was tugging him down for a fierce kiss, and moaning against his lips as he came.

Blaine sat up in Kurt's lap as the other boy went boneless below him, the vibrator was still buried deep inside him, but Kurt had stopped moving it when he came. He planted his left hand on Kurt's stomach, and kept the right one on his cock as he started to gyrate his hips.

He kept the angle right, but the pace fast, his entire body tingling from the sight of Kurt's blissed out expression and his gorgeous torso beneath him, and the way the vibrator was pulsing against his prostate.

"Turn it up!" Blaine gasped, roll his hips harder, as someone else came tumbling through his doorway.

The remote had disappeared from his sight, but suddenly the vibrator was cranked up to its highest setting. Blaine threw his head back as Kurt sat up and slid an arm around his back and tangled his fingers into the curls at the nape of his neck. A hot, avid mouth sucked roughly on the side of his neck and his hand slipped from his cock only to be replaced by Kurt's.

"You're so gorgeous when you're in my lap like this," Kurt whispered against his pulse point and a swirl of lust and arousal shot through him. He cried out and Kurt held him close, his eyes rolling up into his head, and then Kurt's teeth scraped over his neck and his balls tightened up as he came.

"But why's it purple? Pink is so much better!" Rachel demanded behind him. "PINK!"

The fact that Rachel was once again in his room while he was getting off barely registered as he sunk down into Kurt's embrace, moaning and panting as Kurt stroked him through his orgasm.

"Kurt," he murmured against the other boy's cheek as they fell back into his pillows and continued to breathe heavily. A soft cheek nuzzled against his nose as another round of cheers started up behind them, and then there was the thunderous sound of their friends heading back downstairs. As Kurt pulled the vibrator from his hole, Blaine realized the toy had been turned off. Their come was sticky and wet between their chests and stomachs, but everything felt warm and nice and Blaine really didn't feel like moving. Kurt was slurring out something as he tugged the comforter up from the other side of the bed and wrapped it over them.

He fell asleep with the steady, rumbling slur of Kurt's voice and chest against his ear, content and finally satiated after almost a month of nothing.

When Blaine woke up the next morning his head was pounding so hard he couldn't see straight. Kurt was soft and warm beneath him, but everything was too bright and loud. The few rays of sunlight pouring in through his binds was like a blast of fire to his eyes and Kurt's breathing. God, it sounded like a tornado was ripping his skull apart as it rattled in his ears and head. He groaned against Kurt's chest and buried his face in Kurt's shoulder, slapping an open palm on Kurt's stomach to get him to shut up. He regretted the smack a second later because his ear was pressed against Kurt's side and the vibrations and noise was like an avalanche.

Kurt jolted under him and the rustling of the comforter and bedding made him moan again.

"Too loud," Blaine whined.

"Not as loud as you were last night," Kurt replied with a huge yawn.

Against his cheek Blaine felt Kurt's skin heat up with a rosy blush and despite the pain he slid up the bed and nuzzled his nose against Kurt's neck. "I– sorry, it was too much, wasn't it? I was– was drunk and you were– you're gorgeous and– " His rambling was silenced by a passionate, slow kiss and even though he was embarrassed and nervous about Kurt's reaction to last night now that he was sober he melted against the other boy as Kurt pulled him closer.

"Maybe... maybe you could try it out on me next time," Kurt murmured against his lips.

"Really?" Blaine blurted. He was so surprised by the suggestion that his jaw went slack, but even the pounding of his head could distract him from Kurt's bashful expression.

"I've t- thought about buying one before. I just never worked up the nerve to actually... "Kurt trailed off in embarrassment, but Blaine pounced, rolling back on top of him and kissing him hard.

"God, yes, please," he begged. "I can't wait to– to see you– to watch you– "

"Would you two shut up?" A female voice snapped from the big chair next to the foot of Blaine's bed. They both started and rolled over to watch as Rachel tumbled out of it, hands clutching her head as she moaned in pain.

"This habit has to be genetic," Kurt deadpanned. "There's no other explanation." He glanced at Blaine. "Thank god, you two don't share DNA."

Blaine growled in annoyance and threw a pillow at Rachel. "Why are you always in here when none of us want you to be?"

The pillow hit Rachel in the face and she stumbled back towards the door, muttering dazedly. "Everything... it was... it was pink, Blaine. But you were purple and– " Suddenly she clamped a hand over her mouth, eyes flying open in panic as she darted from the room.

"God," Blaine groaned, burying his face against Kurt's neck. "Maybe we should just start renting out a hotel room or... buying one of those shag wagon van things."

Kurt snorted at his words, and then they both winced at the loud sound. "Let's just... nap," Kurt decided, snuggling down into the blankets more. As his headache continued to throb, Blaine hummed in agreement and settled down against Kurt, content for now to just be in his arms and hope that Rachel spent the rest of their lives in the bathroom.