"I'm not frigid, Blaine. There's a difference between being intimate and just flat out being trash."

"You're not trash, Kurt. And honestly, we're never intimate." Blaine countered his boyfriend as they walked hand in hand around McKinley. They were heading towards the parking lot, as Kurt's lunch period was almost over and he'd have to go back to class.

"Never intimate?" Kurt inhaled sharply. "Never intimate. What would you call last month, after we watched Rent at my house when everyone was out? Just another night of movies and childish laughter?" He squeaked, almost nervous to be talking about this in public.

"My point exactly." Blaine huffed. That night, Kurt's hand had made it's way down Blaine's pants. It was kind of unfair, the sexual frustration Kurt would release on him. The softness of his hands, the sparkle in his eyes, the way his hips moved in those jeans… "I get it. You're not ready to take our relationship to the next level."

Kurt watched as Blaine began to walk down the outdoor stairway. Ever since Kurt laid eyes on him, he wanted nothing but to just explore every inch of Blaine. Now that the opportunity has come, why was he afraid to take it?

No, he was ready for this. Forget cooties and playground games, he was a big boy now. A big boy who wanted his boyfriend just as much as his boyfriend wanted him.

"Blaine!" Kurt said, skipping steps to make his way in front of him. He stopped, a few steps below Blaine to block his path. "What- what did you have in mind?"

Blaine tried to suppress a laugh, but it broke through his smile. He was usually more romantic then blunt, but this situation called for him to be straight forward. He looked down at Kurt with a sly smirk, looking over his petite frame as he said, "Blow me."

There was silence, then a sort of gasp that escaped from Kurt's mouth. He was shocked, and it was certain it was written all over his face. Blaine saw how Kurt had suddenly become uncomfortable and began to shake his head. "Kurt, I'm sorry, I-"

"Have it your way, Mr. Anderson." Kurt said softly, grabbing Blaine by the hand and pulling him down the rest of the way.

"Kurt- Kurt- where are we going? Oh, come on. You're kidding me, right?" Blaine croaked as he led the Warbler through the gym and into the boys locker room.

Something came over Kurt, because now in this heated moment, all he wanted to do was take Blaine, take all of him. He pushed him against the lockers, creating a loud twang of metal.

"Kurt, this is too risky, what if we get caught?"

He shut Blaine up with a kiss, his hands wrapped around his smooth neck. Kurt made his way to undress Blaine, starting with the damn blazer.

"Shhh.." Kurt whispered, his lips just brushing against Blaine's ear. "Just let me have my way with you."

Blaine's whole body tensed at this new found personality of Kurt's. And if his mind wasn't engorged with testosterone, he probably would of stopped it. But he watched Kurt undo the buttons on his collared shirt, leaving wet sloppy kisses starting from his collarbone, down to his bellybutton. He left hickies here and there, and all Blaine could do was stand helpless and just watch, heart pumping quicker and harder.

Kurt gave one sultry look up at Blaine, who decided to swallow the saliva in his throat and lock eyes with him. Kurt had somehow managed to have gotten on his knees, and oh my god he's taking off the belt.

"Enjoy, babe." Was the last thing that came from Kurt before he took Blaine into his mouth. It started off as slow bobs of his head, working only the top of Blaine's hard and engorged cock. Kurt swirled his tongue around the head as his one hand pumped the length he couldn't reach.

Blaine felt his whole body shake at the sudden warm and wet feeling the Kurt was giving him. As Kurt went farther and deeper, began sucking harder and faster, his knees buckled and he let out a soft moan, slapping the red lockers from the excruciating pleasure.

Raising an eye to look at his boyfriend, Kurt felt somehow accomplished, watching Blaine's eyes and mouth shut close then burst open with another whimper.

He continued bobbing, when he suddenly felt Blaine grab his hair, forcing Kurt to take more of him each thrust. He felt Blaine throb inside his mouth, and he knew he was close when Blaine started to groan and grab his hair even tighter.

"K-Kurt, I'm gonna-" Blaine moaned, breathing deeply between syllables. He tried to pull his boyfriend off his dick, but Kurt refused. He was going to take all of Blaine.

Blaine's fists unclenched and his mouth gaped as he began to come and come hard, streams of semen filling Kurt's mouth, as much as he could take. When he couldn't bare anymore, he proceeded to finish off on his face, breathing deeply to catch his own breath.

When it was over, Kurt's lips met with his and they kissed deep, tongues swirling in spit and the taste of Blaine for both of them to share. Kurt pulled away, shocked at what he had just done.

"Fuck." Was all Blaine managed to say softly with a giddy smile on his face. He ran his fingers through Kurt's hair, softly massaging his scalp in which Kurt winced.

"Don't, you practically ripped out my hair." He said, and Blaine kissed the top of his head.

"I'm sorry- I just kind of, you know, lost control." Blaine admitted, stepping over to grab a towel from a shelf and handing it to his boyfriend with a grin. "Well, you know what they say, practice does make perfect."