Kurt Hummel had never been one for violence. He was a naturally peaceful person. Sure, some days his bitchiness could be misinterpreted as hostility, but really that was just his self-defensive attitude. Kurt liked serene things, like fresh snow, flowers, and sunsets.

Currently, though, violence was the best thing happening to him.

Being shoved against a door by an extremely attractive male could do that to a guy.

Blaine's tongue was doing wonderful things to his neck. Kurt had no idea that spot right behind his ear could send such amazing jolts through his body. He leaned his head back against the wood behind him, giving Blaine better access. The moan that escaped his mouth couldn't be helped.

"Kurt, shh… Wes and David are probably still in the hallway," Blaine muttered, his hot breath ghosting along Kurt's collarbone.

"That is so not my fault. You're the one who couldn't wait more than five seconds," Kurt breathed. Warbler rehearsal had just ended. The entire time, Blaine has been sending Kurt these looks that could only be interpreted as "I need you now, please don't make me wait." The tension in the air as the four friends had walked back to the dorms together could have been cut with a spoon. Kurt had floundered with an excuse as to why he was going to Blaine's room when everyone knew full well he had a French project due tomorrow that had yet to be touched. The knowing smirks Wes and David gave the couple only embarrassed Kurt further. But no level of mortification could distract Kurt now, and holy hell, how could a mouth feel that brilliant?

Kurt and Blaine had been together for four months, and they hadn't traveled much farther that making out. There had been an occasion or two where some simple frotting upped the fervor, but truth be told, both boys were nervous. Neither had been in a relationship before, and this was completely new territory.

But all Kurt could focus on at the moment was that tongue trailing lightly over his Adam's apple. And he wanted more.

"Blaine…" He moaned quietly. "Please…"

"Please what, Kurt?"

Of course he didn't get it. As smart and adorable as Blaine was, he could be a real pain in the ass sometimes.

But despite his obliviousness, Blaine was far from innocent. He chose that exact moment to bite down on Kurt's collarbone and suck.

Kurt gasped. That was it. He needed more now.

He reached both hands down to Blaine's hips and pulled them flat against his own. It wasn't until that moment that he realized how painfully hard he was, because suddenly there was another blood-filled dick pressed hard against his own. It was Blaine's turn to gasp.

"Oh!" Blaine cried, throwing his head back, which caused his hips to jut forward even more. Kurt grabbed the belt loops of Blaine's uniform pants to hold him in place.

"Shush Blaine. Wes and David might still be in the hallway," Kurt said with a smirk. Blaine just groaned and dropped his head onto Kurt's shoulder. As he was still pressed against the door, Kurt used his hold on Blaine's pants to his advantage, keeping him in place while he rutted his hips upward. Both boys gasped heavily at the sensation.

"Ugh, Kurt, fuck," Blaine whined. Kurt froze. He had never heard Blaine curse before. Blaine felt Kurt tense and leaned back from his hold.

"What's wrong?"

Kurt stared at him with his jaw agape. Blaine pulled back a little farther.

"Kurt?"

"Do that again," Kurt breathed.

"Do what?" Blaine asked, confused.

Kurt groaned and dropped his head back against the door.

"You cursed… Guh, do it again."

Realization dawned on Blaine's face. He raised a surprised eyebrow, and shifted his hips back a little closer to Kurt's body.

"Kurt Hummel, I never thought I'd see the day when you had a kink," he said with a smirk. Kurt blushed, which turned Blaine's smirk into a full blown grin. He put his hands against the door on either side of Kurt's head, and leaned in to whisper in his ear.

"But there's a first time for everything, isn't there? Who knew you could get so fucking hot and turned on by a simple… fucking… word," he articulated slowly.

Kurt was practically liquid against the door now. The only thing holding him up was the pressure of Blaine's pelvis against his own. This was new. Blaine was talking dirty, and Kurt had never been more turned on in his life. They were crawling farther and farther into the unknown, and Kurt wanted to go faster.

He groaned again, and shoved himself and Blaine off the door, attaching their mouths together. He started to push Blaine toward his bed, not breaking the kiss as he shoved Blaine's Dalton blazer off his shoulders. Blaine moaned at the action and quickly reciprocated. They continued to wend their way across the room, throwing off ties and shirts. Kurt was about to drive Blaine down onto the bed when he was pushed away gently.

"Kurt…" Blaine asked quietly, looking him straight in the eye. "What do you want?"

Kurt was lost in those hazel orbs. Standing in front of him, shirtless, was the boy he was pretty sure he was in love with. Never before had Kurt felt so comfortable around another human being. He trusted Blaine with everything he had. But what did he want? There was a huge opportunity spread out for him.

He reached out and took Blaine's face in his hands.

"I want you, Blaine. I want whatever you'll give me. I'm ready for anything. I've never trusted someone so much before, and I know you won't hurt me. And I…" Kurt glanced down and dropped his hands. He continued, whispering to the floor. "I think… I think I love you, Blaine."

There. He had said it. It was out in the open now, and Kurt could feel the palpable tension in the room. He continued to stare at the ground, waiting for Blaine to do something, anything.

As the seconds dragged on, Kurt closed his eyes. It was too soon, wasn't it? He never should have said it.

But then he felt a hand on his cheek. He opened his eyes and looked up. Blaine was staring at him with the most adoring expression on his face, the likes of which Kurt had never seen. Blaine cupped Kurt's face, and dragged his thumb across Kurt's cheekbone. He brought his other hand to Kurt's hip, and pulled them together.

"Kurt," he sighed. His voice was rough, like he was trying to hold back tears. "I love you too." He brought his other hand up so that he was holding Kurt's face between his palms. "I've never felt this way about anyone. You're beautiful, Kurt. I've spent hours trying to figure out how I managed to get myself such an angel."

Kurt dropped his forehead against Blaine's, and reached up to his face to cover Blaine's hands with his own. He laughed softly.

"We're such nitwits, do you know that?"

Blaine smiled at him. "Yea, I do…" Then he reached up and kissed Kurt soundly on the lips.

It was sweet and tender, but when Blaine's hands traveled down his shirtless back, Kurt was reminded of how they got here in the first place. He let his tongue trail against Blaine's bottom lip, asking for entrance. Blaine quickly accepted, and soon their tongues were battling for dominance.

Kurt started pushing against Blaine's chest again, toppling them over onto the bed. Kurt swiftly straddled Blaine's hips, rutting their once again hard members together. Blaine arched his back, his eyes fluttering shut, a moan escaping against Kurt's lips.

"Kurt… Please…" He breathed between kisses. "Please..."

Kurt happily obliged, trailing his fingers down Blaine's torso to the waist of his pants, his mouth following in quick kisses. He reached Blaine's belt buckle, and felt a bulge against his chin. He scooted down a little farther to mouth Blaine's dick through his pants. Kurt heard Blaine moan, and he felt his hands wrap into his hair.

"Kurt, please, please stop teasing," Blaine breathed. "I want you so fucking much."

Now how was Kurt supposed to say no to that? He grinned against the cloth underneath his mouth, and reached up to undo Blaine's belt. Blaine kicked off his shoes, and raised his hips to help Kurt pull off his pants. All that remained between Kurt and Blaine's cock was the thin fabric of his boxers. Kurt took a deep breath. This would be the first time he saw Blaine naked. This would also be the first time he touched his dick.

Thoughts began to race through Kurt's mind. What if he did it wrong? What if Blaine didn't like it? He was so inexperienced, and he just knew it was going to show.

He didn't realize how long he sat frozen above Blaine's crotch until he felt a hand cup his cheek.

"Hey, don't worry, OK?" Blaine whispered when Kurt met his eyes. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to."

"No! I do!" Kurt quickly replied. "I'm just… nervous, I guess."

Blaine smiled at him.

"Kurt, you can't do anything wrong, OK? Remember, this is the first time for me too."

Kurt looked into Blaine's eyes, and saw nothing but reassurance. He took a deep breath. He could do this. Clearly, Blaine wanted him to. And he wanted to do it just as badly.

Kurt reached down and pulled off Blaine's boxers. The sight that greeted him was a marvelous one. Blaine, for lack of a better term, was beautiful. He was a little bit larger than Kurt, and had dark curls framing his manhood. Kurt hesitantly reached out a hand, and wrapped it around Blaine's dick much like he would his own.

He heard a soft moan float down from above him, and knew this was going to work.

While his hand softly squeezed around the base, Kurt leaned down to took his first taste of Blaine. He swiped his tongue across the head, and received another moan in response. Kurt continued to tongue lightly along Blaine's entire length, never applying much pressure. Blaine was slowly writhing beneath him, trying to find more friction, but Kurt wasn't allowing it. He grinned when he heard Blaine groan in frustration.

"Kurt, God, fucking please," Blaine threw out as he twisted his hands into the sheets around him. Kurt decided to take pity on him, and took Blaine's entire cock in his mouth.

The mangled cry of pleasure spurred Kurt to take Blaine even deeper. He felt the head hit the back of his throat, and he moaned around the thick member. Blaine wrapped his fingers in Kurt's hair, and Kurt had to hold Blaine's hips down so he wouldn't choke. Kurt continued to sucks and swirl to his heart's content, more than enjoying the moans and gasps he was eliciting out of Blaine. He glanced up, and never before had he seen something so utterly gorgeous.

Blaine's head was thrown back, and a light sweat had settled over his entire body. He was looking completely debauched, with his mouth wide open in a silent scream. Kurt could tell he was getting closer and closer to satisfaction, and knew he needed to stop. He had more plans for tonight.

The noise that flowed out of Blaine's mouth when Kurt pulled his mouth off of his dick was highly amusing. Blaine still had his hands wrapped in Kurt's hair, and he was now staring at Kurt like he had lost his mind.

"What… Why'd you stop?" Blaine stuttered out.

Kurt felt a sly grin cross his face. He stared down at Blaine with the most predatory glare he could muster. Blaine blinked a few times, and then seemed to realize the state they were in. He grinned back at Kurt, and gently pulled him up by the hair so that Kurt was lying on top of Blaine. When they were flush together, Blaine flipped them so he was now straddling Kurt.

Blaine looked down at the beautiful boy beneath him, and grinned.

"Hi," he said simply.

"Hi," Kurt returned, and then reached up to drag Blaine into a gut-wrenching kiss. Blaine ground his crotch into Kurt's still clothed hip, pulling a groan from both boys. After a few moments of insistent frotting and kissing, Kurt threw his head back and moaned.

"Blaine please…" he called out, and then looked Blaine directly in the eyes. "I want you to fuck me."

The heat that traveled through both boys at the simple statement was enough to stop all movement. Blaine stared at Kurt for a few seconds, and then groaned.

"Oh, fuck yes," he muttered as he scurried down Kurt's body.

Never before had Kurt seen a pair of pants be removed so quickly.

Blaine obviously didn't have the same reservations as Kurt, because the moment he got a look at Kurt fully unclothed, he moaned and took Kurt's dick straight in his mouth.

"Oh, FUCK," Kurt cried at the unexpected sensation, his hands racing up to grab Blaine's head. "Guh, Blaine, ohmygod!"

Blaine glanced up and grinned with his mouth full of cock. He giggled and stopped sucking for a moment to say, "Another surprising fact about Mr. Hummel... You're a screamer, Kurt."

"God damn it, I don't even care!" was the strangled response. Blaine laughed again, and continued to lave at Kurt's dick. Knowing what was coming next, he began to trail a hand lower. Blaine stopped to fondle with Kurt's balls, and received the most welcoming call of "holyshitholyshitholyshit" in response. Kurt felt those talented fingers move even farther down, and he unconsciously tightened his hold on Blaine's curls.

Blaine teased his fingers around the lower half of Kurt's body, lightly running them along the heated skin. Kurt struggled to find some kind relief, as Blaine had removed his mouth from its previous position around Kurt's dick.

"Blaine, please hurry up!" Kurt whined. "I need you, I need to feel you, I want you inside of me!" Kurt's breathing sped up as he continued to buck his hips around on the bed, looking for friction on his aching member. Blaine smirked, and crawled up over Kurt's body, careful not to let their skin connect. When his face was even with Kurt's he leaned down and planted a kiss on his forehead, while Kurt was still writhing beneath him.

"Breathe, love…" he soothed. Blaine continued to whisper sweet nothings into Kurt's ear until he came down from his high. When the boys were breathing at the same pace, Blaine picked his head up and looked Kurt in the eyes.

"I love you, OK?" Blaine said quietly. "I want this to be special. For both of us. I don't want our first time to be driven by hormones." He had cupped Kurt's face again, and was slowly stroking his cheek.

Kurt looked at the beautiful boy above him. Who could believe his luck? He leaned his head up and kissed Blaine lightly. This was going to be slow and wonderful. Together, they would discover new things and feelings.

Blaine reached over to his bedside draw and pulled out a bottle of lube. He kissed Kurt once more, and then slid back down the bed.

"Put you legs up," he whispered. When Kurt complied he slid in between them and kissed the white thighs surrounding his head. Blaine poured lube across his fingers, and set the bottle aside for later. He looked up from what he was doing and made eye contact with Kurt. The love flowing between the boys was unmatchable.

"God, you look so amazing right now, Kurt… Are you ready?" he asked.

Kurt gave him the biggest smile, and with a nod, confirmed that he was.

Blaine took his index finger and applied a slight pressure to Kurt's perineum.

There was a gasp above him.

He pushed farther in.

The unyielding heat surrounding his finger was unbelievable.

When he looked up to check how Kurt was doing, Blaine saw that his face was screwed up in what looked to be pain. He stopped moving his finger to let Kurt adjust to the new feelings.

"Kurt, have you ever… you know, done this to yourself?" he asked shyly.

"Once or… twice," came the whispered response. Kurt was straining to keep his voice level. "Move it," he muttered.

Blaine complied and began to pull his finger out of Kurt's ass, just to push it back in. He kept it slow at first, but when he felt Kurt's muscles clenching around his finger he sped up the pace.

"More, Blaine."

A second finger was added. Blaine was having a hard time believing his dick was going to fit in there. The tightness around his fingers was almost overwhelming him; imaging what that was going to feel like around his cock almost sent him overboard.

Kurt was beginning to thrust back at the fingers inside of him. Blaine added a third finger, and then crooked his fingers upward.

"Guh, AH!" Kurt reached down and grabbed Blaine's wrist to stop him moving. "What the fuck was that?" he asked, staring up into Blaine's eyes.

"That, Kurt, is something called your prostate," Blaine replied in an amused tone, his fingers still lodged inside Kurt's ass.

Kurt cocked his head and stared at him with his mouth slightly open.

"How do you know all of this?"

Blaine blushed a deep crimson.

"I uh, might have, you know… read up a little bit…"

Kurt blinked at him. And stared. Blaine was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. Kurt still had a hold on his wrist, and his fingers were still stuck. But then Kurt smiled.

"Thank you," he said sweetly, grinning up at his boyfriend. He let go of Blaine's wrist and laid back down. He closed his eyes, and jutted his hips upward. "Please, keep going."

And Blaine did just that. He began to scissor his fingers inside of Kurt, stretching him even more. Kurt began to writhe beneath him at the sensation. Every time Blaine hit that special spot, Kurt let out an especially load moan. Blaine was running his other hand up and down Kurt's legs, his calloused hands rubbing the smooth, creamy skin.

"Jesus, Blaine…Oh, this feels so good. Shit…" Kurt cried. Every part of Kurt's body was over sensitized. He could feel the thread of the Dalton-issue sheets beneath him. He could feel the small remnants of gel still lodged in Blaine's hair. He could feel every knuckle of Blaine's hand that was massaging his insides. It was almost too much to take.

"I need more, please. I… ugh… I want your cock, Blaine."

This was it. The time was now. Blaine reached over to grab a condom off of the night stand, and ripped it open. Kurt watched him slide it onto his length, and then lather it with lube.

When Blaine was done prepping, he looked up at Kurt. He reached out a hand, and Kurt took it, lacing their fingers together.

"I love you," Blaine whispered, and Kurt responded with the same.

Blaine lined himself up, and pushed in slowly. Kurt wrapped his legs around Blaine's waist, whining at the pressure.

"Shit, Kurt, I know this has to hurt. You're so fucking tight," Blaine whispered, trying to be as gentle as possible.

It was so difficult for Blaine to hold back. He could see Kurt struggling to accept his member, but the heat surrounding him was so overwhelming. He was gripping Kurt's hips so tightly; he just knew there were going to be bruises later. How was he going to last? Blaine only had the head of his dick inside Kurt, and already he felt like he was going to blow. He just wanted to slam forward into that tight heat, but he willed himself not to.

Throughout this entire time, Kurt had been keeping up a mantra of "shit, shit, oh my fucking god that hurts, shit," and it was probably the only thing keeping Blaine grounded. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Kurt.

"Kurt… are you… fuck, are you ok?"

"Yea just… just hold on for a second."

Kurt's face was screwed up in pain, and the boy was literally mewling. Blaine had tensed his thighs to an almost unbelievable level, and they were starting to hurt. He knew he had to hold on for Kurt, but that was becoming more and more difficult as time went on.

After about a minute, Kurt tightened his legs around Blaine's waist, letting him know it was alright to move again. Blaine pushed in all the way, until he was balls deep in Kurt's ass. The noises falling from the mouths of both boys created a quiet symphony of emotions. There was pain and pleasure, of course, but the undertones implied love and trust. The solid ringing of multiple groans, the light, breathy gasps – everything took on a new meaning. Here they were, together.

"Oh, FUCK Blaine! I need you to move!" Kurt's impatient cry rang through the room. Blaine pulled out, and then shoved himself forward again. He knew the moment he found Kurt's prostate, because he had to crush their lips together to quell the almost scream that Kurt produced.

"Oh, shit, Blaine,YES!" Kurt grabbed the back of Blaine's neck and held him close. Blaine continued to push into Kurt, speeding up as Kurt became more comfortable.

"Nngh!" Blaine growled slowly. "Kurt, I'm so fucking close, so fucking close!"

"Yes… I'm so… God, BLAINE!"

And with that cry, Kurt unraveled completely. His body began to spasm from the strength of his orgasm. All of his muscles contracting tipped Blaine over the edge as well, and he came with a shout to the heavens, riding out the waves of pleasure alongside Kurt. He then collapsed, breathless, on top of his boyfriend.

They stayed there, panting heavily, content, for countless minutes. The outside world was lost to them. They had nothing but each other.

Blaine had his face tucked into Kurt's neck, and with a happy sigh, snuggled in closer. Kurt kissed the top of his head and whispered a small "I love you."

After a bit, when they had both calmed down, Blaine pulled out and rolled to the side. He pulled off the condom, tied it off, and threw it somewhere in the vicinity of his garbage can, to exhausted to care where it landed. When he settled back down, Kurt threw his arm over Blaine's chest, and just stared into his eyes. Both boys began to grin and giggle.

"Hey you," Kurt laughed out.

"Hey yourself."

"I'm really happy, you know that?"

Blaine smiled. "Me too, love. Me too."

Kurt started giggling even harder. "You know, I kinda feel like a porn star right now."

Blaine stared at him in confusion. "Um… Why would that be?"

"Blaine. We just lost our virginities in a dorm room at an all boys school. Can you say gay dream?" Kurt raised his eyebrows, and waited for Blaine to catch on.

Blaine didn't say a word, but after a few snorts, both boys collapsed in laughter.