Oneshot time! Finals are looming in the distance (not nearly distant enough…) and I don't think I am going to be able to get an update for my Hevans fic (A New Direction) up for a while :( I realized that I have never written anything for my main ship, Klaine!

Craziness! So, in lieu of an AND update, I decided to try to get a smutty little piece out. I;m a little late getting on the BIOTA bandwagon, but this popped into my head a while ago and I never got around to writing it. Hope you enjoy! Also, shameless Blouder! :P

Disclaimer: Not mine, not even a little.

WARNINGS: SMUT LIKE WHOA! Boys loving other boys, language, underage drinking, angst, etc.

Blaine groaned as he swam towards consciousness. What the hell happened last night? The curly haired teen sluggishly brought his hand to his head and pressed firmly, hoping he could just squeeze the headache out of his skull.

No such luck.

He shifted uncomfortably; dimly aware that he must have fallen asleep wearing the clothes he had on last night. Awesome. He stretched slowly, sliding his arms along the blissfully supple sheets. Man, when had his sheets gotten so soft?

…And when the hell did this person get in his bed? Blaine slowly turned his head, almost afraid of what/who he was going to find (hopefully) sleeping next to him.

Kurt.

Wait, Kurt? The dark haired boy pressed up onto his elbows, taking in his surroundings. This isn't my room, he thought inanely. This is far too tidy to be my room and there is a distinct lack of hair gel on that vanity… this is Kurt's room. What the hell is going on?

He wearily lay back, rubbing his eyes and trying to will away the fog in his brain. He dragged his hand over his face, fingers catching on his lips.

Ugh, lip gloss, he thought. And then, Lip gloss?

Suddenly, the night came back with startling clarity. The booze, the ridiculous dancing, the KISSING A GIRL! That duet… Kurt's heartbroken face. And then the ride home, Kurt having to deal with his drunken ridiculousness.

Blaine had no idea how they made it up to Kurt's room without waking Burt, but he was grateful that he didn't come in to find Kurt taking care of his incredibly (illegally) drunk friend from private school.

That brought on a fresh wave of guilt. Kurt took care of him, and Blaine puked on his shoes. He'd rubbed his back and petted his hair as he was violently sick all over Kurt's bathroom, whispering to him sweetly before cleaning him up and getting him into bed.

It was official. Blaine was the worst friend EVER. And, apparently, he was insensitive and straight when he was drunk. How could he kiss Rachel?

He risked being undapper by even thinking this, but shit. He had no idea how he was even going to begin to fix this. But first things first; shower. He was pretty sure Kurt would appreciate him being clean and unwrinkled as he groveled at his feet for forgiveness.

He slid out of bed, body protesting the every motion. He glanced at Kurt, sighing in relief as he didn't stir. Kurt had always told him he was a heavy sleeper but it would be just his luck that he disturbed the delicate boy.

He grabbed his overnight bag from where he had placed it in the corner last night and tip toed into Kurt's en suite bathroom. He was filled with dread over what state the bathroom might be in when he finally convinced himself to push it open.

Courage a traitorous voice whispered in the back on his mind. Of course that would come back to haunt him now. Swallowing his anxiety, Blaine entered the bathroom.

It was spotless.

Blaine felt even more guilty now. He distinctly remembered trashing the place. Tripping over the rug and yanking the shower curtain and rod down, kicking over the trash can, causing some kind of colored powder to explode everywhere. And the vomit. EVEYWHERE, including on Kurt. This meant Kurt stayed up and cleaned his mess after he'd collapsed onto Kurt's heavenly bed.

He groaned quietly. He owed Kurt, like, a parade with unicorns and elephants and a new car and that jacket he wants at the mall but is pretending not to cos it's so expensive and a cake and coffee forever and ever. And an apology.

After he took a shower. He struggled to remove his clothes, fingers swollen and uncooperative. Finally, he attained nakedness and turned on the taps, hoping the sound of the spray wouldn't wake Kurt. As he waited for the water to warm, Blaine quickly brushed his teeth, staring at himself in the mirror.

He had a huge bruise on his shoulder that he had no recollection of obtaining. He shrugged it off, feeling like he probably deserved it. He'd pretend Kurt punched him. Strangely, that thought made him feel better.

He shook his head in exasperation and stepping into the shower, wincing as the hot water scalded his battered body. Blame it on the alcohol, indeed; he had no one to blame but himself.

He made quick work of the shower, not having the energy (or the drive) to remain upright for long. He shuddered to think about how bad he would be feeling if he didn't throw up the majority of the alcohol he consumed last night. Maybe Rachel was onto something with her original two drink limit.

After rinsing the remnants of last night's gel out of his hair, Blaine turned off the water and grabbed the towel he had brought with him. He quickly scrubbed the excess moisture from his body and slipped into his pajamas; a Dalton rugby shirt and a pair of cotton shorts.

He ran his fingers through his hair, getting out the worst of the snares, before packing away his toiletries and quietly walking back into the bedroom.

A quick glance at Kurt showed the boy was still sound asleep; he had barely moved since he'd snuck into the shower. The dark haired boy took a moment to admire his best friend. His skin was milky white and perfect. His long eyelashes were a dark smudge on his high cheek bones. Kurt looked much younger when he slept.

The other boy had changed into sleeping clothes before he had finally gotten into bed. He looked adorable in his oversized white and navy striped shirt and grey sleep shorts; short being the operative word.

Blaine mentally slapped himself. He had only intended to have a few drinks, some liquid courage before he told Kurt he didn't want them to just be amazing friends anymore, he wanted more, he wanted to be more for Kurt, anything he wanted.

But instead he had overindulged and kissed a girl, acted like a total ass, and was sick. Smooth Blaine, really smooth he thought acridly as he tossed his bag back into the corner.

He exhaled deeply as he slowly slid into Kurt's divine bed, rolling onto his stomach, head facing the other boy. He took another calming breath before allowing himself to look at the delicate teen.

As luck would have it, Kurt was blearily blinking in the morning light and looking back at Blaine. The dark haired boys thoughts sped anxiously, completely unprepared for the conversation that was sure to follow.

Kurt reached a hand up and idly rubbed at his nose. "Hey," he said, voice thick with sleep. "How are you feeling?"

…What?

Blaine had been expecting yelling, maybe a glare, but not questions after his health. "Um, alright. Took something before I got into the shower," he said, vaguely pointing to his still wet hair.

"Good, I was worried you'd feel terrible this morning," he said with a sleepy smile.

Blaine sighed brokenly, feeling tears prick his eyes. "I do feel terrible."

"What's wrong?" Kurt asked in concern.

"I—last night. Kurt, I'm so sorry."

"Don't worry about it," the other boy said dismissively.

"I'm not worried about it; I'm ashamed of it. I acted like an idiot. You didn't deserve that," Blaine reasoned. "And you definitely didn't deserve to watch me kiss Rachel."

The dark haired boy watched hurt flare in Kurt's eyes all over again before he could control his emotions. "And you definitely shouldn't overlook it just because you have feelings for me… I was trying to use last night to talk to you," he admitted.

"Blaine," Kurt began gently. "You know you can tell me anything."

"I know, just needed to follow my own advice. Turns out liquid courage isn't the same as the good old-fashioned stuff," he said with a tearful laugh.

"Hey," Kurt said sweetly. "Hey." The pale boy wiggled closer to, radiating that slumbery heat bodies seem generate. Blaine's skin prickled pleasantly in response to the slender boy's presence.

Kurt's hand closed over his dark haired friend's. He squeezed the other boy's hand affectionately, shaking it lightly to get his attention. "I'm not mad," he declared.

Blaine looked at him in disbelief.

"Okay, I'm less than happy you threw up all over my fabulous D&G boots, but that's it. I won't say I enjoyed your impressive stomach pyrotechnics, but I'm not mad at you for it happening. Are you saying you wouldn't have done the same for me?"

"Of course I would!" Blaine exclaimed. "But I didn't have to! Instead, I got drunk because I wanted to tell you I liked you but ended up sucking face with a girl that's had no qualms about taking things from you! And her lip gloss tasted weird!" He knew he whined that last part, but he couldn't help it.

"You like me?" Kurt asked in a small voice.

"Yeah," the tan boy admitted. "I do. I really do. I don't want to be in When Harry Met Sally anymore; they took too long. But last night I acted like such an ass…"

"Blaine Anderson," Kurt began slyly. "Did I just hear you curse?"

He laughed ruefully. "Yeah, you did. I felt like the situation called for it."

Blaine watched as Kurt's mouth stretched into a lazy grin. "You, sir, are ridiculous, but I find that I like you." The delicate boy took a clarifying breath, face becoming serious. "I won't pretend that watching you kiss Rachel didn't suck; it did. It really did."

Blaine's heart broke at the raw pain on the slender boy's face. He braced himself for more of the same.

"But it was Spin the Bottle, for heaven's sake! You didn't do it maliciously, and unless there is something you aren't telling me about yourself, you can't control where the bottle lands," he finished with a pointed glare.

"I suppose," Blaine allowed. "I'm still going to replace your boots."

"Yes, you are," the delicate teen deadpanned before smiling good-naturedly. "But seriously, don't beat yourself up about this. I'm sure there will be a time that I overindulge in your company and it'll be your turn to take care of me. But if it will make you feel any better, I'll make out with one of your glee club rivals—"

Before Kurt could finish his taunt, Blaine attacked the slim boy's sensitive sides, tickling him unmercifully. "Don't you dare! I refuse to let you make out with Wes!"

"Alright, alright!" Kurt screeched.

Blaine pulled his hands away, satisfied he had made his point. Kurt rolled onto his back, tossing an arm over his eyes and attempting to catch his breath. Something dawned on Blaine. "Not that I'm complaining, but where is your dad? How has he not barged in here yet, guns blazing?"

"He's having a sleepover at Carole's."

"Oh," Blaine stated dumbly.

"Yes, oh. And I'd prefer to leave it at that. No one needs to think about their parents… like that," the delicate boy said distastefully. Kurt idly traced over the threads in his sheets.

"So…you like me?" he asked again.

"Yeah," the tanned boy replied. "I do. As far a romantic declarations go, this pales in comparison to what I had planned. I was going to take you outside and ask you to take romantic walk with me. I was going to sing for you; I had the perfect song picked out and everything. Then I was going to look you in the eye and—"

"Blaine!" Kurt interrupted. Then, in a tender whisper, "Blaine. Of course I like you too."

The dark-haired boy felt a rapturous grin spread across his face. "Really?"

"Uh-huh. And just so you know; as far as declarations go, this was pretty perfect." Kurt turned back onto his side, resting his head on his hands. "But just out of curiosity, what song were you going to sing?" he asked slyly.

Blaine felt heat rise in his cheeks. He tossed his head back in embarrassment, scrunching up his face anxiously.

"C'mon," Kurt prods. "Tell me. I promise I won't laugh." The slender teen moved his leg forward, nudging Blaine with pointed toes. "Please?"

I guess I owe it to him Blaine thought.

"Something by The Beatles."

His admission was totally worth it. Kurt's face softened beautifully, his eyes swimming with unshed tears.

"Really?" he asked tearfully.

Blaine nodded truthfully. The two teens stared at each other for a long moment before the tanned boy broke the silence.

"Can I kiss you?"

Kurt swallowed nervously before nodding. "Yeah," he choked out. "Yes."

Blaine moved closer, pressing Kurt onto his back. He rested his forearm near the brunette's head, supporting his weight. Gently cupping the other boy's face, Blaine leaned forward and softly brushed his lips against Kurt's.

He pulled back, staring into Kurt's eyes, gauging his reaction. Well, staring into his closed eyes; that was good, right?

He pressed forward again, kissing him more firmly, capturing Kurt's bottom lip and suckling lightly. The slender boy hummed appreciatively and threaded his fingers through Blaine's still-wet curls. The dark haired boy let his free arm settle across Kurt's chest, feeling his racing heart.

Blaine slowly pulled back, breaking the kiss. "Is this too much?" he asked.

Kurt opened his eyes and looked at him quizzically. "No, no it's fine. Good."

"Your heart is beating like crazy," Blaine marveled. "Are you nervous?"

"I…don't know," the countertenor said honestly. "But kiss me again."

Blaine was more than happy to comply, pressing their lips together eagerly. He teased at the seam of Kurt's lips with his tongue, coaxing him to open his mouth.

The slender boy shyly parted his lips under Blaine's careful ministrations, sighing into the kiss. The two teens soon became a tangle of lips and tongue and teeth, limbs twining around one another desperately.

Blaine groaned throatily, pausing to kiss a stripe of fire down Kurt's neck. The slender teen gasped, shivering in delight; nearly moaning aloud when that kiss turned into a bite. Kurt thought he would be much more nervous when faced with the prospect of making out with a boy.

Turns out, he's just really, really turned on. And—oh. Oh. Apparently Blaine was too. Kurt stiffened in surprise, sending a desperate prayer to whoever looked over horny teenagers that his erection wasn't massively visible in his tiny sleep shorts. Blaine felt Kurt tense underneath him.

"Sorry," he mumbled against Kurt's jaw, subtly shifting his lower body away from the slender teen.

"N-no," Kurt stutters. "It's, uh, it's okay. I was just surprised."

After a moment's hesitation, he settled the full length of his body against Kurt's, picking up where he left off. He nibbled at the corner of his angular jaw, pressed the flat of his tongue against Kurt's racing pulse, nuzzled into the space behind his ear.

The delicate teen turned his head, seeking out Blaine's mouth with his own. The dark haired boy took control of the kiss, alternating between sweet and slow brushes and hot and slick clenches of teeth and tongue.

He trailed his fingers up Kurt's leg, avoiding his erection before slipping under his oversized shirt and resting on his quivering stomach. Blaine savored the way his muscles jumped and tensed sporadically and he was suddenly filled with the need to just taste.

Blaine broke their kiss, lips hovering just out of reach. He waited until he had the other boy's attention before slowly nosing his way down his cloth covered chest to his stomach, maintaining eye contact all the while.

Kurt was trapped by Blaine's intense gaze, feeling giddy and terrified all at once. It was a strangely addictive combination. His breath hitched as Blaine pushed his shirt up, stomach muscles jumping as they were exposed to the cool air.

Making sure he had the other boy's attention, Blaine slowly lowered his head to Kurt's soft, supple skin. He pressed the lightest of kisses to his navel, lips ghosting over his sensitized flesh. He kissed and licked and nipped his way up Kurt's stomach, pausing before he reached his bellybutton.

Blaine settled he weight on his knees, kneeling between Kurt's thighs. He trailed his hands to the other boy's waist, thumbs bracketing his bellybutton and stroking alongside it. Blaine's dark head bent towards Kurt's middle, causing Kurt to shiver in anticipation.

He gasped sharply as Blaine's tongue dipped into his bellybutton, arousal zinging throughout his entire body before settling low in his abdomen. The dark haired boy continued to tease Kurt with his tongue before gently worrying the skin with his teeth.

With one last lick, Blaine settled back on his knees, still crouched low over the other boy's body. Kurt pushed up, supporting his weight on his elbows. His oversized shirt slipped off one shoulder, revealing more of that tantalizing pale skin. The tanned teen attacked the newly exposed skin with a growl, biting and sucking little marks onto Kurt's shoulder.

Kurt was floored; he would have flashed a little shoulder waaay sooner if he knew this is the kind of reaction he was going to get. He grabbed Blaine's head in his hands and pressed a desperate kiss to his swollen lips.

Kurt slid his hands from Blaine's face and trailed them over his surprising developed chest, scratching lightly with his blunt nails. The dark haired boy made a needy sound before straightening up and quickly stripping off his shirt. Kurt's heart skipped a beat when presented with all that tanned skin pulled taut over well-defined muscles.

Oh my, Kurt thought inanely before coming back to the moment.

He leaned forward, eager to get his mouth on that tanned skin. He pressed slow, lingering kisses to Blaine's chest until he encountered the darkened disc of a nipple. The slender boy nuzzled around the pebbled flesh, breath teasing warmly over Blaine's already fevered skin.

Kurt rested his forehead against Blaine's sweat-slick chest, rearranging himself to mirror Blaine's position of kneeling on his bed. Kurt wrapped his arms around the muscular boy, clutching at his shoulders from behind as he lowered his mouth to Blaine's nipple.

He suckled softly, hands trembling nervously. Kurt's teeth accidentally scraped against his nipple, causing Blaine to groan appreciatively. The dark haired boy seized Kurt's head, kissing him passionately before pressing him backwards onto the bed.

He ran his hands up and down Kurt's thighs, trying not to stare at the way his shorts were tented. Sliding his hands just under the shorts, Blaine fingered the edges of his crazy soft boxer briefs before changing his mind and tugging at the waistband of the grey shorts, clearly advertising his intentions.

"Okay?" he asked.

"Um, okay," Kurt replied, wincing as his voice came out thin and reedy.

Blaine leaned forward, hands bracketing his hips. "Maybe we should talk about this," he said, gesturing at the two of them in various states of undress.

"I'm okay, really," the fair teen tried to reason.

"You're shaking like a leaf…" Blaine pointed out gently. "I only just got you, I'm not about to scare you away."

Kurt huffed out an annoyed breath, suddenly looking more himself. "Blaine, you're the first boy to see me without makeup, let alone my clothes! Of course I'm scared! Trust me, if you destroying my prized D&G boots with whatever the hell you ate before the party didn't scare me off, nothing will!"

Blaine leaned his forehead against Kurt's toned tummy, shaking with silent laughter. "Shush, you," Kurt mumbled as he halfheartedly smacked the other boy's dark head.

He grinned at Kurt, one eyebrow cocking playfully. "So, can I take your shorts off?"

Kurt gave a mock put-upon sigh. "You may," he said with an imperious wave.

Blaine shimmied the flimsy material off the other boy's slender hips. The dark haired boy suddenly remembered Kurt telling him that the horrible blond coach he had met at the coffee house told Kurt he had hips like a pear. She mustbe deranged because Kurt's hips were perfect, just like the rest of him.

He kissed the inside of Kurt's knee, nuzzling it sweetly. He reached up and fiddled with the waistband of Kurt's underwear, silently asking permission. Kurt nodded, swallowing thickly. "You too," he pleaded.

Blaine nodded, stepping off to the side of the bed and swiftly shucking his shorts and boxers in one motion. Kurt pulled his shirt off over his head, further mussing his sleep ruffled hair. With one final deep breath, the slender teen wiggled out of his silky boxer briefs.

The dark haired boy eased back onto the bed, sliding next to Kurt. The two teens lay on their sides, facing one another, silently drinking the other in. Kurt was… impressed. And intimidated. He never would have guessed Blaine would be quite so… large.

I guess it matches his larger-than-life personality… Kurt thought laughingly.

Meanwhile, the tanned boy was lost in his own observations. Kurt's skin was so milky white, contrasting nicely with his own olive-toned complexion. The only blemishes on his body were the purpling love-bites he had left on Kurt's shoulder. The thought stirred his arousal more, fingers tingling in an effort not to just reach out and touch.

He left his eyes wander to down Kurt's body, finally settling between his legs. His eyes widened and he felt his cock twitch in interest. Kurt was just as gorgeous and long here as everywhere else; and what's more, completely bare.

Blaine leaned forward, pressing soft kisses to Kurt's prominent collar bones as he trailed his hand slowly down his stomach. His fingertips brushed teasingly against Kurt's navel, making his muscles jump and twitch before tentatively encircling his erection.

He sucked a mark onto Kurt's collar bones as her slowly stroked his shaft. The other teen gasped and shivered with pleasure. Kurt hesitantly pressed closer to Blaine, reaching forward and gripping his cock lightly, mimicking the hand on his own flesh.

The two teens continued caressing one another, learning what the other liked. Kurt couldn't help but feel nervous; he knew Blaine was more experienced and he hoped he didn't come off as some fumbling virgin… Even though he was.

Blaine eliminated any possible fumbling when he rolled them over, Kurt on his back with Blaine settled firmly on top of him. The dark haired teen kissed Kurt, hot and wet, as he rocked his hips into the other boy's, seeking friction.

The fair boy mewled in surprised pleasure, clutching at Blaine's shoulders before thrusting up to meet him. Their erections bumped together, sliding wetly over their stomachs. The dark haired boy lifted himself to his hands and knees for a moment before thrusting against Kurt once more, this new position allowing his erection to slip into the other boy's cleft and rub teasingly against his entrance.

At that, arousal flared so sharply through Kurt that he was sure he was going to come, right then and there. "Wait, wait," he gasped, pushing at Blaine's clumsily.

The other teen pulled away instantly. "Sorry, sorry," he mumbled, shamefaced, quickly moving out of the "v" of Kurt's legs.

Kurt realized how his desperate plea must have sounded to Blaine and quickly lurched forward, grasping the other boy's forearm. The dark haired boy looked at Kurt in surprise. "I didn't mean that—I just—I was going to…" Kurt shook his head, willing himself to just spit it out. "I didn't want to come yet."

Realization dawned on Blaine's face before he smirked smugly. Kurt pushed at his shoulder in embarrassment. "Shut up," he commanded bashfully.

Blaine made a zipping motion over his mouth before he pressed his mouth to the skin under Kurt's jaw. The fair teen felt Blaine's mouth pull into a smile as he nibbled at the skin there, thrusting his hips forward once again in a slow drag.

Kurt arched his back in pleasure, eyes rolling. Blaine's grin widened against his skin. "Smug," he declared, poking the dark haired teen in the side. He felt more than heard the responding giggle, Blaine's mouth still pressed against his throat.

Ticklish, are we? Kurt thought devilishly, hands coming up to attack the other boy's sides. Turnabout is fair play… Before he could reach his goal, Blaine grabbed his wrists and pressed them back on either side of his head. Kurt's hands clenched and unclenched reflexively, looking up at the other boy that was suddenly looming over him.

"Uh-uh," Blaine said, shaking his head "no" and smiling all the while. Kurt responded by nodding his head in a most emphatic "yes" before wrinkling his nose in amusement. He tossed his head back, laughing silently.

Blaine continued to shake his head as he lowered it towards Kurt until their noses touched in an Eskimo kiss. Kurt felt a giddy, bubbly warmth fill his chest as he met Blaine's fond stare and nuzzled back. The dark haired boy quickly pecked him on the lips before pulling back.

He pressed Kurt's wrists into the bed one last time, mock-glaring at him firmly in warning. The slender teen giggled and rolled his eyes but made no move to tickle him once more. Blain rewarded him with a soft, lingering kiss, tongues tangling lazily.

His hands slid across Kurt's cool sheets until they reached his thighs. He rubbed up and down the slim teen's muscular thighs soothingly before slipping one hand behind his balls, rubbing at the skin there for a moment, then dipping slowly into the cleft. His fingers traced teasingly around his hole, asking permission.

Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck, pulling him into a deep kiss. "Yes," he murmured against his lips. "Please."

Blaine felt a fine tremor go through his body at Kurt's breathy plea. He shook his head to clear it and pulled his knees under him, arranging himself between Kurt's legs. "Do you, um, have lube?" he asked. And then, more hesitantly, "And condoms?"

Blaine hoped Kurt did, even though he had some in his overnight bag. He had packed it last night, optimistic about how his declaration would go, but now he was worried his preparedness would come off as sleazy or over-confident.

The dark haired teen's worries were unfounded, as Kurt nodded and reached over to open the bottom drawer of his night stand. He shyly removed an unopened bottle of lube handed it over to Blaine while he pried open a box of condoms with shaking hands.

He hesitated for a moment, mind raging in an internal debate. How many should he take out? Was one enough, or is that somehow insulting Blaine's stamina? Would two make him seem slutty? His decision was made for him as he reached into the box to take hold of one of the foil strips and a single condom broke off into his hand.

He collapsed back onto the bed without bothering to shut the drawer, letting the condom fall from his hand onto the bed next to his belly. He focused back on Blaine as he successfully wrestled the plastic safety seal off the bottle of lube and tossed it in the vicinity of the trash.

The dark haired boy settled his gaze on Kurt, noticing the tenseness in his body and his shaky breaths. "Hey," he said soothingly. "We don't have to do this. We don't have to do anything."

Kurt looked at him, his gaze soft and open. "I know," whispered. "But I want to." When Blaine didn't look convinced, he continued. "I do. I'm just nervous. You're um, kind of intimidating."

The dark haired teen chuckled self-depreciatingly. "Yeah," he said with a rueful grin. "Are you s—"

Kurt cut him off with a bruising kiss. He pulled back and smiled at Blaine in amusement. "Yes," he emphasized before flinging himself back on the bed and looking at him haughtily. "Now, as you were."

Blaine laughed delightedly, a rich, merry sound. Blaine may have had some experience, but this was the first time he could call sex fun. He pressed a happy kiss to the inside of Kurt's knee, running his fingers up and down the inside of those tantalizing pale thighs.

Kurt slapped his hand away playfully. "No tickling," he said, shaking his finger at Blaine, attempting to look stern; a difficult feat with an array of hickeys and hair like a bird's nest.

The curly haired teen crowded close, teasing attitude gone. He peppered kisses across Kurt's chest, keeping his eyes on the other boys face. He slowly slipped his hand down between Kurt's legs, fingers rubbing across his hole lightly.

He continued to stroke across his quivering entrance, letting the other teen become accustomed to the feeling before disappearing for a moment, coming back a moment later, slick with lube. Blaine continued the sensuous petting, spreading the slippery substance across his heated skin before pressing the tip of one finger inside.

At the first gentle push, Kurt spread his legs further, encouraging Blaine to continue. He slowly pressed his finger into the other boy, pausing when he was enveloped to the knuckle. He twisted his hand slowly, gently pulling back before pressing in once more.

Kurt cooed in pleasure, hands moving restlessly against the blankets. He closed his eyes and pressed his face into the pillow, biting his lip as he felt Blaine's finger twist inside him. He was dimly aware of the other boy asking him a question.

"What?" he managed to say.

"I asked if you'd done this to yourself," Blaine replied, twisting his fingers for emphasis as he thrust his finger inside steadily.

"Guh," Kurt responded intelligently. He took a steadying breath as Blaine's hand stilled once more. "Yeah," he answered. "Not very often."

The olive-skinned teen nodded, pulling his finger out completely. Kurt nearly whined in protest but he heard Blaine the soft snick of a cap being opened and his toes curled in anticipation. Blaine's fingers returned, this time two fingers inching inside of him.

The stretch was a little more intense this time, but not painful. Blaine slid his fingers forward steadily, twisting and scissoring his fingers once they were fully engulfed. He saw Kurt bite his lip in discomfort and wrapped his other hand around his now semi-hard length.

"Oh!" Kurt exclaimed in surprised. His eyes flew open, locking with the other boy's. He felt the other boy curl his fingers before feeling a white-hot wave of ecstasy hit him like a truck. Kurt came back down from the unexpected high, hoping he hadn't shrieked.

Before he had a chance to recover, Blaine expertly stroked over that spot again, causing Kurt to grab handfuls of his sheets, yanking at them desperately. He had gone from half-hard to steel in a matter of seconds, cock leaking pre-come furiously over the other teen's hand.

Kurt felt Blaine's hand pull away again, not managing to hold in his disappointed whimper.

"Shhhh," Blaine soothed, petting a hand down his stomach. The dark haired boy bit his lip as he firmly pressed three fingers inside Kurt. The fair teen grimaced at the stretch, taking deep calming breaths. He stroked Kurt firmly, rubbing his thumb against the sensitive head. Before long, all three fingers were buried inside Kurt's body, hole clenching around them.

Blaine lowered his dark head to Kurt's erection, taking the head into his mouth and sucking lightly to distract Kurt from his scissoring fingers. He let his mouth sink lower onto his cock, his cheeks hollowing with suction.

Delicate hands came to tangle in his curly locks, tugging lightly. Blaine continued to suck him, tightening his lips around him as he moved his head up and down. He matched the thrusting of his fingers to the bobbing of his head, listening to Kurt's delighted cries.

His cries became urgent, fingers pulling on his hair insistently. "I'm—I'm going to come!"

Blaine pulled his mouth off of Kurt's engorged member, eyes smoldering. "I want you to," he rasped before sinking his mouth back onto his erection. The blue-eyed teen keened his release into the pillow, the thick fabric unable to muffle his pleasure.

He exploded into Blaine's mouth, the dark haired boy swallowing his release. He stroked Kurt through his orgasm, gently pulling his fingers out of Kurt's pliant body. He knelt back, snagging the condom from where it lay near his side and tearing open the foil packet.

He slid the condom on with shaking hands, rubbing the excess lube onto his length. He shivered at the sensation and quickly released himself. He slid forward and pressed the tip of his erection at Kurt's stretched hole.

The slender teen spread his legs in invitation; lifting one leg at Blaine's urging and draping it over his shoulder. He gripped his erection in his hand, thumb rubbing around the edge of Kurt's slick entrance. He pressed forward, the head popping past the resistant ring of muscle.

Kurt hissed in discomfort, the muscles in his legs tensing with the ache. Blaine inched further, the girth of his cock stretching him impossibly wide. The fair teen whimpered quietly, willing his body to relax.

Blaine turned and nuzzled his face into the leg over his shoulder. "Do you need me to stop?"

Kurt opened his eyes and looked at Blaine beseechingly. He shook his head, bringing a hand up to caress the dark haired teen's worried face. "No. Please, just… all the way," he pleaded, trying to press back on his erection.

"Kurt…" he murmured uncertainly.

"Please."

"Okay," he whispered, pressing one last kiss to his knee, noticing the hickey he had created. He eased forward, slowly yet firmly, not stopping until he was completely sheathed inside the slender teen.

A few pained tears escaped Kurt's closed eyes. Blaine slowly lowered the leg over his shoulder to his waist, leaning forward to lick at the firm, tense line of his lips. He kissed Kurt sweetly, one hand cupping his face as the other encircled his soft cock, attempting to stroke him back to hardness.

Blaine subtly shifted his hips, making small circles in an attempt to loosen him up. He pulled back slightly before thrusting forward. Kurt winced, biting Blaine's bottom lip a bit more sharply than he intended. The dark haired teen gave anther tentative thrust, and this time he found what he was looking for.

The head of his cock brushed over his prostate as he pressed back in, causing Kurt to gasp in surprise. His cock jumped in Blaine's hand, the reddened flesh stiffening. Encouraged by this response, the curly haired teen allowed himself to thrust more fully into Kurt's willing body, grunting softly under his breath.

Although the ache never quite dissipated, it had faded into something Kurt could ignore in favor of the incredible closeness he felt to Blaine. How full and stretched and intimate he felt with his… lover? Boyfriend? Perhaps they should have had that talk…

All thoughts of talking were put out of his head as Blaine thrust against his prostate once more, ripping a hoarse cry from his throat. He wrapped his legs around Blaine's waist tightly, using the leverage to thrust back, impaling himself onto his length.

Kurt's second orgasm took him by surprise; one second he was thrusting back to meet Blaine and the next he was arching his back, his body tensing up almost painfully before that blissful snap, and then molten pleasure coursed through his veins.

Blaine groaned as Kurt clenched around his swollen member, desperate trying to stave off his orgasm as he eased the fair teen through his own. His hips rocked into the cradle of Kurt's own as he threw his head back in abandon.

The slender teen slowly dragged his hands through his own hair before throwing them backwards, draping them over the mound of pillows above his head. Blaine watched as one hand lazily made its way down his body, fingers trailing through the spurts of come covering his stomach and chest.

His hand dipped lower until it found the place where they were still joined, his pointer and middle finger bracketing Blaine's throbbing cock. He gasped in wonder, fingers tightening around his cock as he rubbed around his entrance.

Blaine released a pained sounding groan before snatching up both his hands and pressing them into the mattress near his head once more. He entwined their fingers as he thrust in Kurt, hard and fast, rhythm completely forgotten.

The fair teen rocked back to meet him, his body gone soft and sweet and pliant from his multiple orgasms. Blaine pressed against his prostate insistently, his soft cock valiantly trying to harden for the third time this morning.

Kurt whimpered in pleasurable agony as Blaine continued to thrust into his over-sensitive hole. Before it all became too much, Blaine thrust forward one last time, stiffening as he emptied himself inside the delicate teen.

He collapsed forward, bracing himself on his forearms to avoid crushing Kurt with his weight. The other boy leaned up and pressed and frantic kiss to his lips. Blaine pressed a hand to Kurt's flushed face and gentled the kiss.

He rested his forehead against Kurt's, their labored breaths mingling between them. Their eyes met and they gazed at each other for a long moment before Blaine cracked a smile. The other boy smiled in return and before they knew it, the teens were cracking up, kissing and laughing into each other's mouths.

With a final silly, smacking kiss, Blaine regretfully pulled back. He gripped the condom as he withdrew from Kurt, causing the slender boy to wince at his tender muscles. Blaine tied off the condom and tossed it in the trash.

The curly haired boy threw himself into bed next to Kurt, smiling at the slender boy. He reached forward and tweaked Blaine's nose, laughing as Blaine grabbed his wrist and tugged him forward. The delicate teen cuddled close and rested his head on Blaine's chest.

Blaine idly ran his hand up and down Kurt's back, savoring the feel of the other teen against him. An hour ago he was certain he had ruined any chance of this happening. He squeezed Kurt happily.

After a while, the fair teen rested his chin on Blaine's chest, looking up at him. "So," he said.

"So," Blaine replied.

Kurt abruptly sat up, pulling Blaine with him. "Shower," he declared, trying to drag a very reluctant Blaine out of bed for his second shower of the day.

Blaine flopped against the bed uncooperatively. "Nooooo," he whined as Kurt successfully dragged him from the tangle of sheets.

"Yeeeeees," Kurt responded in kind. "We're not going to lie in bed all day, covered in sweat and come."

"But why?" Blaine questioned.

Kurt paused at the entrance to that bathroom, looking coyly over his shoulder. "Because my boyfriend owes me a new pair of boots," and then he slipped out of view.

A grin slowly spread on Blaine's face as he heard the shower sputter to life. An idea formed in his head as he remember the bathroom appeared to have excellent acoustics. Perhaps it wasn't too late to serenade Kurt after all…

Tada!

Finally! *wipes brow* Goodness, that took forever. Let me know if you liked it :D By the way, if you don't know the song Something, go listen to it immediately! It's wonderful ^_^

Sorry to all my A New Direction readers. I tried to get chapter twelve out but this kept swimming in my head and wouldn't leave me alone. I hope this tides you over until later on in the week.

Au revior, my lovelies! Please review :)