Valentine's Day!

Kurt hated Valentine's Day.

Okay, well, he used to hate Valentine's Day. Until this year, when he actually had his first real boyfriend and someone to spend it with. It was his senior year at Dalton Academy and he was quite proud to say that he had snagged one Blaine Anderson as a boyfriend almost a year ago. Oh yeah, that Valentine's Day kind of sucked. What with Blaine confessing his love for another guy and Kurt being forced to be a part of helping serenade said guy.

But, Kurt thought happily, that was all in the past and he and Blaine had begun dating not even a month after that whole fiasco.

He was currently finishing his last class, ready to head back to his dorm room to change and get ready for the date Blaine had apparently planned for some time ago.

"Have you seen them yet?" Jeff asked from the desk next to him.

"No, Blaine's supposed to let me see his copy later," Kurt replied.

The current topic of discussion revolved around, of course, Wes and David's latest fundraising idea. Why a school like Dalton needed to raise extra money for their Glee Club, Kurt would never know. But as it was, the boys decided to create a calendar, available for sale here at Dalton (for all those of Kurt and Blaine's persuasion) and at the girl's private school just a few miles down the road. They needed four different guys to participate as models for the calendar, but when only three volunteered, Kurt had nudged Blaine in the side. And so, Blaine reluctantly became the fourth volunteer. They hired a professional photographer (again, Kurt still didn't see the need for the damn fundraiser in the first place) and the boys spent an entire weekend last month doing the shoot for the photos that would appear in the calendar. It was printed a few weeks ago and they were officially on sale today.

Jeff whistled lowly.

"…What?" Kurt finally asked.

"Well, I just can't decide if you'll like the pictures you'll see…or if you'll hate them."

Kurt narrowed his eyes at the other boy. "What exactly do you mean?"

"Oh no, I'm not giving it away. You'll just have to wait and see."

Before Kurt could argue, they were released from class and Jeff darted out the door. Kurt sighed, stuffed his books into his bag, and made his way to the dormitory. He knocked on the door to Blaine's room. He had initially planned to ask him about what he should wear tonight, but now it seemed like seeing this calendar was a pressing issue. The door opened a few moments later to reveal Blaine's roommate.

"Oh, hey Kurt. Blaine's not back from class yet," Stewart said.

"Oh, okay," Kurt said, about to turn and leave. But his curiosity got the better of him. "Do you know…if he got his copy of that calendar thing they were doing?"

"Uh…yeah! Blaine got it this morning. Did you…want me to get it?"

"If you wouldn't mind."

"Sure, no problem," Stewart said with a goofy smile. He moved back into the room, snatched the calendar off Blaine's desk, and handed to Kurt. "Enjoy." He winked and shut the door.

Slightly perplexed, Kurt held the calendar to his chest until he made his way to his own room. When he walked in, his roommate wasn't in. Thankfully. Not that he had a problem with Nick, he just wanted to see what all the fuss was about on his own. He dropped his bag onto his floor and opened the cover to reveal the first page.

O…kay?

He really didn't see what everyone was making such a big deal of. Yeah, okay, so there was Blaine. They obviously didn't theme the photos according to month, because above the month of January was a picture of Blaine dressed in a fairly tight black t-shirt. His hair was without its usual gel, so it was just dark and curly. That was no surprise, Kurt had seen Blaine's hair without gel loads of times. And while he did look…really, really good…(Kurt turned on his light so he could see better)…okay, he looked fucking hot, it still wasn't anything that would bring about such odd parting words from others.

He flipped the page. Not Blaine. He flipped to the next page. Also, not Blaine. He kept flipping until –

OH MY GOD.

Blaine was…he was…wet. He was dressed in a pink button-up shirt but the shirt was most definitely not buttoned up. His head was angled down so that he was looking at the ground and he had one hand atop his curly wet head. There was this one bit of glossy hair that tumbled down on his forehead. And…and the shirt was open and Kurt could see Blaine's chest hair and there was a drop of water on his stomach right by that trail of hair that led south into his pants. Was he wearing pants? Kurt couldn't tell because the picture cut off right fucking there.

Okay. So. Wet, half naked Blaine.

A small noise emitted from Kurt's throat. He wasn't sure how to classify that noise. So instead he flipped the pages until he saw Blaine again.

That noise was louder. Actually, Kurt was pretty sure he could identify that noise as a moan now. He had to sit.

The third and final picture that featured Blaine was…was…

Oh god.

Kurt had to take a deep, shuddering breath and look away from the calendar for a few moments in order to stave off an erection.

Why was Blaine even wearing a shirt at all? Why didn't he just take it off? It looked like he was in the process of taking it off anyway. He should take it off. That drenched blue shirt was taunting him. Blaine's hair was wet in his picture too. You couldn't see the color of his eyes but his lips were…sort of…really kissable looking. And he had one hand clutching the hem of the shirt while the other was balled up in the shirt sleeve, lifting that taunting, drenched blue shirt up to reveal his stomach. His perfect stomach. His abdominal muscles were sparsely covered with hair and oh…there was that trail again…

He'd never seen anyone look sexier in a picture than Blaine fucking Anderson. This settled it.

There was a knock on his door. Oh shit. He looked down at his lap and found, not unexpectedly, his hard on pressing tight against his uniform pants. He stood up slowly, closed the calendar, and put it on the bed, handling it as though it were some ancient relic that needed preserving. The knock came again and he moved to the door, opening it and angling his body so that only his head peaked around to see who it was.

…Was this really happening?

Blaine stood there. With wet hair. He was dressed in a crisp blue shirt and a pair of…very nice fitting trousers, Kurt decided. He swallowed audibly, forcing his eyes to remain on Blaine's face.

"Stewart said you stopped by a few minutes ago," Blaine said with a smile, leaning his arm above his head on the open doorway. "What did you need?"

"I…was going to ask what I should wear tonight," Kurt finally managed to say.

"Oh, just something semi-dressy. I booked a reservation at this really nice French restaurant in town."

"Ah."

"Yeah, sorry I wasn't there when you came by. As soon as I got out of class I wanted to take a shower before I got ready."

"Mmm."

Blaine cocked his head to the side and squinted his eyes a little. "You okay?" he asked.

Kurt nodded his head slowly, his eyes betraying him and glancing down at Blaine's body again.

"You sure? You look…I don't know."

"I saw the calendar!" Kurt blurted out. Fucking hell. He rolled his eyes at his idiocy and let his head smack against the door.

Blaine looked down at the ground guiltily. "Oh…yeah…look," Blaine said, lifting his head to look at Kurt again. "I didn't know they were going to use those pictures. We took plenty of other ones, some really classy. I thought they'd use the ones where I…"

"Kept your shirt on?" Kurt finished his statement.

"Um…yeah. I didn't…I'm sorry. I really didn't know they'd use those. Please don't be mad at me," Blaine pleaded with softened eyes. "It's Valentine's Day."

Kurt simply stared at him, his eyes blinking quickly.

And then he grabbed Blaine by the collar of his shirt, dragged him inside, locked the door, and shoved Blaine up against it. He threaded his fingers through those damp locks of curly hair and looked Blaine directly in the eye.

"We might have to cancel the reservations," Kurt stated seriously.

Blaine quirked an eyebrow up in confusion and then Kurt smashed their lips together in a kiss. It was rough, all teeth and tongue and need, and it was exactly what Kurt wanted right now. He pressed his body into Blaine's against the door, making sure his boyfriend could feel just how aroused he was.

"So," Blaine said between a few hot kisses, "you're not mad, then?"

"Mad is the last thing I am right now Blaine, please stop talking," Kurt breathed against the other boy's lips.

"I can do that," Blaine said, bring his hands up to frame Kurt's face and pulling his head closer to they could kiss again.

Kurt moaned into Blaine's mouth, savoring the feel and taste of Blaine's warm tongue against his. He tasted like coffee and maybe a little bit like cherries, which was an odd combination, but here it worked very well. Kurt let his hands drop from Blaine's hair to grasp at his waist, tugging and un-tucking that nice blue shirt from those well fitting trousers. Their tongues continued to duel while Kurt's fingers, shaking from sheer need, fumbled with the buttons of the shirt.

Blaine groaned, let go of Kurt's face and brought his hands down to rip the shirt open. Kurt heard at least three buttons hit the floor.

"You broke your shirt," Kurt said weakly.

"I have other shirts," Blaine assured him in a deep, gravelly voice.

"Oh, yeah."

Why were they talking again when there was clothing to be removed, Kurt wondered? He peeled off his Dalton blazer and tossed it on the floor while Blaine's lips returned to his and his fingers began tugging on Kurt's tie. Kurt fumbled with the buttons on his own shirt as Blaine tossed the tie to join the blazer on the floor. When Kurt was finally finished with the damn buttons, he placed his hands on Blaine's chest, feeling the soft thatch of chest hair that he'd been staring at in the pictures. He let his hands drag down, Blaine's skin still overly warm from his recent shower.

"Kurt," Blaine groaned. "You have to stop touching me so I can get your shirt off your arms.

Oh is that what he'd been trying to do? Kurt was distracted. "Don't want to," He breathed.

Blaine chuckled, deep and low, and had to physically remove Kurt's hands from his stomach so that he could pull the shirt off and drop it on the ground. He took his off as well and then wrapped his arms around the soft, pale skin of Kurt's waist and pulled him close again.

"You're fucking gorgeous," Blaine mumbled against Kurt's lips.

And you're crazy, Kurt thought. But that's okay. He'd let Blaine be crazy and think he was beautiful so long as he let Kurt keep his hands on his boyfriend's warm skin.

"Bed," Kurt said. "We should get on the bed."

"Oh god, yes, we should," Blaine agreed, attacking Kurt's lips again while they did this awkward dance towards said bed, simultaneously kicking off their shoes and socks in the process.

When they collapsed on the bed, Blaine straddling Kurt, Kurt hissed loudly.

"Fuck, what the – oh." That damn calendar's sharp corners were poking him in the back. He swiped it off the bed and it hit the ground with a thump.

"Were you…looking at that right before I knocked?" Blaine asked, reaching a hand between them so he could unbutton and unzip Kurt's trousers.

"Yes," Kurt admitted.

"So," the corners of Blaine's mouth turned up into a knowing grin, "those pictures are actually getting me laid instead of getting me in trouble?"

"I planned on us having sex later anyway," Kurt countered.

"Uh huh."

"Would you just stop talking and get your hand in my pants before I – oh, god," Kurt groaned in relief and tilted his head back when Blaine's hand began rubbing his cock through his underwear.

Blaine's grin broadened and he bent down to press little kisses against Kurt's jaw line. He kept a firm pressure on Kurt's erection with one hand while he used the other to undo his own pants.

"Please," Kurt breathed, "I wanna feel you against me. Please, oh…"

Blaine could definitely oblige. He pulled away and sat up, just long enough to remove both of their pants and underwear, and covered Kurt's body with his.

"Oh, god yes…" Kurt sighed happily when they were finally chest to chest, cock to cock, skin on skin. "Oh you're amazing…amazing…"

Blaine didn't reply, but he did move his mouth to Kurt's neck where he began kissing and licking every inch of skin he could reach. He began moving his hips against Kurt's, and the boy moaned loudly below him. He attached his lips to Kurt's collar bone, just under his throat, and sucked hard.

"Nngh, Blaine, you…please…"

He kept sucking, using his teeth to nip at the skin, leaving a perfect purple bruise in his wake before moving back up to lick across Kurt's lower lips. Kurt's lips parted and Blaine snuck his tongue inside to trail over Kurt's teeth and his tongue and tickle at his palate. He kissed at the corners of his mouth and on his cheek and up to his ear, flicking at Kurt's earlobe with his tongue before whispering.

"I wanna fuck you."

Kurt's arms had been wrapped securely around Blaine's back, but when those words left his mouth, one hand shot over to his dressed drawer, wrenched it open, and dug around for a few seconds before returning with a bottle of lubricant. He pressed the bottle into Blaine's hand. With one last kiss to Kurt's cheek, Blaine pulled and sat up on his knees. Kurt spread his legs and bent them, waiting.

"You…god, you look so hot like that," Blaine groaned as he scrabbled with the stupid bottle that was refusing to cooperate. He finally popped the cap open and poured a bit of the slick stuff into the palm of his hand. He capped the bottle and dropped it on the bed. But the difficulty with the bottle didn't really matter because Kurt was waiting with his legs spread for him. He smeared the lube all over his hand and bent over Kurt, almost on all fours except for the hand that was trailing over Kurt's hip bone and down past his cock. He bent his head down to press a tender kiss to his boyfriend's forehead before letting his slick fingers brush against Kurt's opening.

Kurt let a soft sigh escape his lips at the sensation, and then hissed when he felt one of Blaine's fingers breach him. Blaine was able to bring a hand up to brush a few strands of hair away from Kurt's sweaty forehead, threading his fingers through the chestnut locks as he slid his finger in deeper. Kurt pressed against the finger, willing his body to allow the intrusion. Once Blaine had his finger fully inside Kurt, he paused so as to allow Kurt's muscles to relax a bit. He smiled down at Kurt, whose eyelashes fluttered open delicately.

Blaine pressed a warm, gentle kiss to Kurt's dry lips. It didn't seem to matter, with them anyways, how they started off or how the foreplay went. Sometimes things were sweet and slow, others they were rough and hurried. But whenever they got to this point, they slowed things down to prepare each other, always making sure they didn't cause the other any unnecessary pain. Blaine was still kissing Kurt when he began to move his finger around inside of him, pulling it out slowly and pressing back with ease.

"Please," Kurt begged quietly. "I…I need…please…"

Blaine understood. He added another finger, repeating the process, and then another, until he had three fingers inside of Kurt, stretching him as best he could. When Kurt's breathing turned into panting and he started to attempt to fuck himself on Blaine's fingers, Blaine removed them. He found the lubricant and squeezed more of it onto his hand, capped it, and tossed it on the floor. He brought his slick hand down to his own cock and stroked himself, moaning in anticipation.

Kurt took a pillow out from behind his head and situated it under his hips before Blaine lowered himself over Kurt once more, using his hand to align his cock with Kurt's entrance. As soon as he felt Blaine push into him, his legs wrapped around his boyfriend's waist and attempted to pull him closer.

Oh it hurt, it burned like a bitch, but once Blaine was fully inside of him, his breathing ragged with every little inch he moved, everything just seemed right with the world. They were sweaty and the room smelled like lube, but Blaine gave him a broad smile so of course Kurt smiled too, wrapping his arms up under Blaine's so that he could clutch at his shoulders. Blaine leaned down and kissed his nose.

"I love you," he said sweetly.

"I love you too," Kurt replied immediately.

And then Blaine began to move. His hips started rocking slowly, causing long, deep thrusts. Kurt was mewling, his eyes squeezed shut and his dry lips parted.

"God, you're perfect," Blaine said. It was taking every ounce of strength he had to not just…pound into that tight heat.

He felt Kurt deliberately squeeze his muscles around Blaine's cock.

That little whore, Blaine thought with a smile. He led his head fall to rest in the crook of Kurt's neck before he bit down on the pale skin and then he thrust hard. Kurt almost screamed, wrapping his legs tighter around Blaine's waist and crossing his ankles so he could pull him deeper.

"Yes…oh god…Blaine, please…yes…" Kurt was reduced to a begging whore in about five seconds flat. Blaine knew how to do this marvelous thing where he rolled his hips and, oh he was doing it now and –

"Ohfuckyesrightthereagain," he cried in a single breath.

"Where?" Blaine asked directly into Kurt's ear. He slowed the motion of his hips, angling them just to where he knew he could hit Kurt's sweet spot with his cock, and his pushed back in. "There?" he asked, coy and amused and really, really, turned on by the sound of Kurt's breathy little moans.

"FUCK, yes there…"

Blaine would have laughed if it hadn't been for Kurt's blunt nails dragging roughly down his back, sure to leave marks tomorrow. He hissed at the feel of intense pain and pleasure at the same time and his hips jerked against Kurt.

"Don't fucking tease me," said Kurt against Blaine's cheek.

So the teasing was over and Blaine wrapped both of his hands up under Kurt and, quite skillfully, if he may say so himself, pulled Kurt to sit up with him. Now Kurt was straddling Blaine's hips and Blaine's cock was so deep inside him that it almost hurt. Blaine spread his knees, keeping one hand on Kurt's lower back and the other behind him, bracing himself on the bed.

He gave a small thrust upwards and Kurt melted, wrapping his arms around Blaine's neck and letting his head fall back as he moaned loudly.

"How am I…doing on the teasing," Blaine had to ask between heavy breaths.

Kurt groaned and raised himself up a bit and then dropped back down onto Blaine's cock. "Shut up and fuck me like you said you wanted to."

Oh okay then, yeah. Blaine could do that. He thrust up hard, meeting Kurt as he slammed back down around him. Blaine almost screamed at how good it felt, how tight Kurt was, how perfect sex was with him pretty much every single time.

Kurt couldn't believe how amazing Blaine was at sex. He'd never get over it. They'd both been total virgins when they got into this relationship but hey, if Blaine wanted to be the sex god, Kurt did not mind at all. Over and over, he felt Blaine's cock hit that little nub of nerves deep inside him and over and over he kept mumbling nonsensical things in response to it. He felt Blaine's arm tighten around his waist, pulling him even closer. Blaine loved intimacy, even if it wasn't sex, he just loved being close to someone else.

Kurt let his head fall forward to rest on top of Blaine's sweaty curls and they just kept moving. They kept panting and their hearts were racing and they were moving together and everything seemed fucking perfect right now. Everything reeked of sweat and sex but Blaine's hair still smelled like his coconut shampoo and Kurt felt Blaine thrust into him one, two, three more times and then Blaine kissed his jaw and he just wanted this to last forever, but he needed to come but fuck, it was going to hurt but he just…oh god…

"Kurt, just let go," Blaine whispered roughly.

And so he did.

He was coming hard, that hot coiling in his stomach spread to every fiber of his being and he was almost shouting Blaine's name, coming between them and on both of their stomachs.

As soon as Blaine felt the first warm, sticky drop of Kurt's come on him and as soon as the first few letters of his name tumbled from Kurt's kiss swollen lips, as soon as he felt Kurt's muscles clench around his cock, he was coming too. He came deep inside of Kurt, bring his other arm up to wrap around Kurt's back, only barely thrusting anymore, making sure they were as close as they could possibly be.

The only sound in the room was their harsh breathing.

They stayed like that, clinging to one another, Kurt's cheek pressed into Blaine's hair and Blaine's cheek pressed to Kurt's chest, for at least a good two minutes. But then Blaine's knees began to ache and so he gently laid the both of them back on the bed, not even caring about the sticky mess on their stomachs. He let his full weight rest atop Kurt, who didn't seem to mind. Blaine could hear Kurt's heartbeat and he allowed himself a small smile.

"Do I still get my fancy dinner?" Kurt finally asked.

Blaine snorted and kissed the pale sweaty skin on Kurt's chest, right over where he knew his heart to be.

Blaine suspected Kurt had his heart too, because he was kind of head over heels for the boy.

Kurt could keep his heart, he decided. Kurt was good to his heart.

"No, seriously. I love French food."

END.