“Wait, I don’t get it. You don’t seem that sad at all.”

Blaine was clearly confused by Kurt’s significantly less-than-devastated reaction. After how upset he had gotten when the Warblers lost at regionals, Blaine had been expecting explosions of atomic proportions and a great deal more Kurt-Hummel-signature-sass than he was currently getting.

Kurt simply shook his head with a knowing smile.

“It was still amazing...” New York had been one of the greatest experiences of Kurt’s life, despite the fact that they lost, and he was trying to convey that to his boyfriend. God. His boyfriend. Even after three months it still made Kurt’s head spin. As he rambled on, listing off the amazing things he had experienced on his trip, the past three months played out in his mind. All the important moments. Their first date as a real couple (they had gone to Breadstix, where else?), having Blaine over for his first dinner at the Hudson-Hummel household as Kurt’s boyfriend (and the semi-awkward conversation that started with Burt asking something about Blaine’s intentions, and Blaine blushing slightly but glancing over at Kurt with that adorable goofy grin that he wears so frequently nowadays, his eyes shining, and assuring Burt that his feelings were totally genuine and his intentions completely pure, before grabbing Kurt’s hand under the table and giving his fingers a light squeeze, followed by a discrete wink that made Kurt blush), the kiss, that kiss, the kiss that started it all. That kiss that had Kurt forgetting what air was (It’s not like he needed it anyway, whatever it was). That kiss that had meant everything in the world. The one he had been waiting for since Teenage Dream. The one that Kurt had memorized and played back in his head as often as he could because he still couldn’t believe that it actually happened. THAT kiss.

Looking back on it all now, Kurt realized what had made losing at nationals bearable. The past three months had been the happiest he'd had in a long time, and he was a better, happier, more optimistic person because of it. He had been so happy these past months that this thing that would have been devastating to Kurt from last year, or even Kurt from three months ago, hardly bothered him at all. Of course he had been upset and shocked at first, but when he stopped and looked around at all the other wonderful things around him, at the beautiful boy at the table with him, it didn’t seem so bad. For once, Kurt Hummel was able to see the world as glass-half-full, and it was because of Blaine.

He loved Blaine. He did. He had known it for a long time. Ever since he was so friendly and welcoming to Kurt that first day on the Dalton staircase. Kurt had felt a warm jolt when they first shook hands. Of course, Kurt wouldn’t realize what Blaine would mean to him for a while, and Blaine wouldn’t realize it until much later. Much, much later. Still, sitting here in the Lima Bean, Kurt was absolutely, positively, 100% sure that he was in love with Blaine, and however long it took Blaine to feel the same way was fine with him. He was happy now, which was more than he had ever had, and it was all he really needed at the moment.

Blaine watched him talk, his eyes warm and filled with fondness as he cocked his head to the side, lips parted, surveying the other boy.

Kurt finally paused in his explanation, noticing that Blaine was watching him with an expression than he couldn’t read. His gaze was deep and penetrating, and yet, at the same time, warm and affectionate. What is he thinking? Kurt thought to himself as he took a sip of coffee. Normally he could read Blaine like a book, but nothing could prepare him for what came out of Blaine’s mouth next. Blaine sat there with his face resting in his cupped hand, cocked his head again, and almost mumbled the words.

“I love you.”

Oh.

Oh.

Kurt struggled to swallow his coffee, resisting his body’s impulse to spit it in Blaine’s face. It proved quite difficult seeing as his heart had just jumped into his throat, blocking the path that the coffee was trying to take. Somehow he managed to finally gulp it down, and opened his mouth to take a breath. He attempted to steady himself to say the words. He had said them in his mind so many times, just never out loud. He was nervous, but he knew they were true. He had known ever since the first time they had fallen asleep together on the couch, Kurt lying comfortably on top of Blaine, his head tucked under Blaine’s chin and resting on his chest, rising and falling with Blaine’s steady breathing, Blaine’s arm draped gently over Kurt’s back, and his free hand tangled with Kurt’s, dangling off the side of the couch. It was so warm and comfortable, and Kurt had wanted to live on that couch forever. That was the moment when Kurt knew, without a single doubt, that the words he was about to say out loud were true.

“Iloveyoutoo.”

The words came out faster than he imagined. It had become like an over-rehearsed line in a play by this point. That line that you’ve practiced so many times that you're not really thinking about it anymore. You forget what it is you’re actually saying and so you forget where the emphasis of the words should be and it just ends up sounding unnatural and insincere and OH GOD I HOPE THAT DIDN’T SOUND INSINCERE! Kurt thought, inwardly panicking. He didn't want Blaine to get the wrong idea because, truth be told, he had never been more sincere about anything in his life.

Thankfully, his worries were needless. Blaine just continued to look at him lovingly, as if the exchange that had just happened was the most natural thing that could’ve happened in that moment.

And it was. They loved each other. It was the very simple truth. They had each known it was true for a long time, but now it was different somehow. Now it seemed real.

“You know, when you stop and think about it, Kurt Hummel has had a pretty good year.”

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For the rest of their coffee date, Kurt found it difficult to focus. Mercedes and Sam showing up on what was very obviously a date and trying to cover it up was an amusing distraction for a brief moment, but as Blaine began to discuss his song selections for his Six Flags audition, it was Kurt’s turn to simply gaze in wonder at his boyfriend. His boyfriend whom he loved. His boyfriend who loved him. His head was fuzzy and his whole body was buzzing. He couldn’t understand how Blaine could be acting so nonchalant about the whole thing when Kurt’s mind was racing at a million miles a minute.

Blaine didn’t even know what was coming out of his mouth. His brain couldn’t move past the exchange that had just happened moments before. His stomach was all a-flutter and he knew his mouth was moving and sounds were coming out, but his mind was completely detached. He tended to babble when he was nervous or excited. Right before his mortifying performance for Jeremiah at that Gap, he recalled muttering something about the Gap giving him a 50% discount if he and Jeremiah got married. What was he, 12? And if he was babbling then, then what he was saying now had to be completely and utterly incoherent because his feelings right now were a thousand times stronger than the ones he felt in that Gap. His mind was all over the place and he couldn't imagine that he was even speaking in complete sentences. He couldn’t understand how Kurt could be gazing at him so warmly and calmly when he was very clearly babbling utter nonsense at a million miles a minute.

He stopped talking abruptly, suddenly overtaken by an overwhelming desire to kiss the boy across from him. Kurt didn’t seem to have noticed that Blaine had stopped talking. Blaine doubted that he had been listening anyway, since, judging by the way Kurt’s eyes kept darting down to Blaine’s mouth and lingering there while Blaine talked (Blaine had taken special notice of the way Kurt’s tongue had briefly darted out and licked his bottom lip while his eyes lingered), Kurt seemed to be having the same thoughts.

“So...do you wanna get outta here?” Blaine asked, trying for subtlety but finding it very difficult now to keep his eyes off of Kurt’s lips.

“Ohmygodyes” Kurt spat out, standing and gathering up his trash almost before the words left his mouth. He and his boyfriend had just said “I love you” for the first time, and he needed to be somewhere where he could kiss his boyfriend senseless, and he needed to be there NOW.

He almost ran to the garbage can, Blaine hot on his heels with his own coffee cup in tow, and they shoved their trash into the can as fast as humanly possible before turning and rushing back to their table to grab their things.

When they had everything, Blaine grabbed Kurt’s hand and led him quickly out the door. Kurt caught a glimpse of Sam and Mercedes, who had just picked up their orders and were walking back to their table, hand in hand. Kurt smirked to himself before turning back to his boyfriend who was apparently trying to tear his arm off. God. Sometimes he was like an excited puppy on a leash.

Blaine’s head swiveled around, trying to find the nearest convenient spot, where they could have a little privacy. They could easily get in his car and drive somewhere, but he honestly didn’t think he could wait that long. He eventually decided that around the corner on the side of the Lima Bean that faced away from the road was as good a place as any. He dragged Kurt around the corner and dropped his bag before pinning Kurt to the wall, bringing one hand to the side of his face and kissing him roughly. Kurt gasped out of his nose and let out a whimper at the initial contact, his hands fisting themselves in the sides of Blaine’s sweater. Blaine pulled away suddenly and looked him straight in the eye, smiling that excited-Blaine-smile that reaches all the way up to his eyes.

“I love you,” he said and giggled happily, as if he could hardly believe that he had said those words. He leaned back in for another kiss. He said it again, stronger this time. “I love you.” Kiss. “I love you.” Kiss. “Kurt Hummel, I. LOVE. YOU!” he said a final time before leaning his full weight into Kurt and kissing him hard.

Kurt’s hand instantly flew up to the back of Blaine’s neck, pulling him impossibly closer. He let his tongue wander, eventually sneaking its way in between Blaine’s lips. Blaine parted his lips with an appreciative sigh against Kurt’s mouth, and Kurt’s fingers snaked up from Blaine’s neck to his hair. He gripped what he could of Blaine’s curls, and as he silently cursed the inventor of hair gel, he tugged Blaine away from his mouth.

“Blaine Anderson, I absolutely love you.” He made sure that this time it was clear and deliberate, so that Blaine would understand just how serious he was, but no sooner had the words left his mouth than he was reattached to Blaine’s lips. The kiss became, if possible, even more insistent. Their bodies were pressed flush against each other, and Blaine tucked his hand behind Kurt’s back to brace himself against the wall. Kurt’s hands were roaming up and down Blaine’s back, pressing into the fabric as if somehow they would pass through the sweater and meet with bare skin if he pressed hard enough. Blaine’s free hand was splayed firmly on Kurt’s chest, kneading the muscle underneath, and slowly working its way down to rest on Kurt’s hip.

Blaine finally broke the kiss and started to work on Kurt’s jaw. Kurt was panting heavily and his eyes fluttered closed as Blaine moved up his jaw towards his ear. When Blaine reached his destination he nipped lightly at Kurt’s earlobe, causing Kurt to involuntarily buck his hips, which were already pressed against Blaine’s. The action caused Blaine to release Kurt’s earlobe and let his head fall onto Kurt’s shoulder, and each boy let out a soft groan. They were both already painfully hard, and Blaine realized that if this was going to continue (and he really, really wanted it to), they were going to have to change locations. He pulled back and rested his forehead against Kurt’s, his hand cupping the other boy’s cheek. Both boys had their eyes closed as they tried to catch their breath.

Kurt eventually released the back of Blaine’s sweater, which had been balled up in his fists, and let his hands fall to Blaine’s hips. Blaine slid his hand from Kurt’s cheek down to intertwine his fingers with Kurt’s and opened his eyes to meet the blue ones looking back at him. Both boys’ eyes were darkened with desire, and they were trying very hard to cool down enough to emerge from behind the building. When they were breathing semi-normally again, Blaine stepped back, his hand still in Kurt’s and began to lead him away from the wall and towards his car.

“Where can we go?” Kurt asked, his mind rapidly flipping through all potential locations and eliminating each one in turn.

“Come on,” Blaine said after a moment’s consideration. “I know where to go.” He opened the passenger door and Kurt climbed in. Blaine hurried to the driver’s side and hopped in, starting the car and speeding out of the parking lot, turning right, the way that led away from both of their houses, and away from any of the locations Kurt had been considering. They drove in heated silence for a good ten minutes, stealing lustful glances at each other when the other wasn't looking, until they reached what appeared to be a small lake. They were able to drive right up to the edge of it before stopping. The scene was breathtaking, and the wonderful part, Kurt noticed, was that it seemed to be deserted. There was not a single person that he could see; no one to disturb them. They both sat for a minute taking in the view, and then turned to each other slowly, both seeming to remember why they had come here in the first place.

Blaine’s face suddenly lit up.

“Ooh! Ok, hold on. I’ve always wanted to do this. Ok. You, move over here...” He grabbed Kurt’s arm and dragged him over to the driver’s seat as he himself opened the door and slid out, closing it before climbing into the backseat. Kurt knew immediately what was happening. The first time they had watched Titanic together Blaine had mentioned that he had always wanted to reenact the famous car scene, and Kurt had laughed at his overenthusiastic attitude towards the admittedly cheesy scene. Though, now that this was happening, Kurt had to admit that he was excited. Kurt immediately assumed his role as Leonardo Dicaprio and placed both hands on the wheel.

“Where to, Miss?” he said in a horrible attempt at a British accent.

Blaine leaned in close and paused, simply breathing hot air lightly into Kurt's ear, and swallowing audibly before whispering quietly, in a decidedly lower and huskier voice than Rose’s,

“To the stars.”

The words sent a shiver down Kurt’s spine and goosebumps down his arms. Blaine quickly hooked his hands under Kurt’s shoulders and dragged him up and over, into the backseat. All adherence to the movie was forgotten as they immediately pounced on each other.

Kurt straddled Blaine’s lap and tangled both of his hands in Blaine’s hair, which was slowly emerging from its gel prison, and he kissed him, open-mouthed and sloppy, too sexually frustrated at this point to take it slowly and respectfully like Jack and Rose. Blaine’s hands settled on Kurt’s lower back, the very tips of his fingers tucked underneath the waistband of Kurt’s pants. Kurt removed his hands from Blaine’s hair temporarily to undo the big, black buttons of his own jacket and shuck it off of his shoulders, tossing it behind the backseat without breaking the kiss. He then moved to Blaine’s sweater, which, luckily, was already unbuttoned. He grabbed the sweater and pulled Blaine up, away from the seat, so that he could push it off of Blaine’s shoulders and toss it back to join his jacket. Blaine then fell back against the seat, breaking the kiss and briefly staring into Kurt’s eyes before his hands flew to Kurt’s tie, simultaneously loosening it and pulling Kurt in by it, crashing their lips together once again. Their tongues performed their long practiced dance while the boys unbuttoned each others’ shirts, which they could now do without looking. Neither boy even had their eyes open. They were lost in the feel of each other's tongues while their hands worked on their own, until both boys were shirtless.

Kurt eventually pulled away, sitting back as both boys gasped for air. He looked at Blaine, whose hair was now almost completely free, and just a little damp with sweat. Blaine took both his hands and ruffled them through his hair, releasing the last few curls to fly free. Kurt's eyes raked over Blaine's now bare chest, impeccably toned and lightly sprinkled with dark hair, as Blaine's eyes ran over Kurt's smooth and slender torso. Blaine licked his lips and their eyes met each other again. Kurt lunged at Blaine, tangling his fingers in the curls on the back of his head, and tugged him gently to the side so he could attack his neck. Kurt planted a very wet kiss right under his jaw, and slid his lips down to Blaine’s collarbone, where he stopped and began to suck lightly. Blaine let out a whine as his hand suddenly found itself clamped to the back of Kurt’s neck. The sound sent Kurt’s blood rushing South as he sucked harder, smiling against the skin when Blaine continued to let out a series of whimpers and began to squirm underneath him.

He released Blaine’s collarbone and surveyed the lovely dark bruise that was now present there, before moving up to Blaine’s ear. He mouthed at it for a while before sucking the lobe into his mouth. Blaine was now breathing very hard and quick, his eyes squeezed shut very tightly. When Kurt bit down, Blaine’s hands instantly tightened around Kurt’s hips, pressing their erections together, hard. Both boys’ eyes flew open and each let out a harsh gasp. Kurt’s hand cradled Blaine’s face as Blaine’s eyes fell closed again and he let out a needy moan.

Kurt guided him down, repositioning them so that Blaine was on his back, Kurt still straddling his hips. Kurt leaned back and slid his own shoes off his feet, and proceeded to slowly unbutton his pants. Blaine’s gaze was fixed on the workings of Kurt’s hands, and his eyes followed diligently as Kurt slowly slid down his zipper. With the limited space of the backseat, it was going to be difficult to remove his pants, but Blaine reached up and grabbed at Kurt’s waistband, helping him to awkwardly shuffle out of them, until he was left in just his boxers, staring down at his boyfriend who was still fully clothed from the waist down, a distressing fact to say the least.

He moved one hand closer to Blaine’s button, teasing him by brushing lightly over the bulge that was straining to escape. Blaine hissed and bucked his hips up into Kurt’s hand, and Kurt decided to hell with it and undid Blaine’s pants as quickly as he could, lifting Blaine’s hips so that he could push them down his legs. There was some more awkward shuffling and tangling of limbs, and Blaine managed to catch a seatbelt buckle in the back before he was lying there, underneath Kurt, also in nothing but black boxers. His hand caressed Kurt’s soft face and brought him down into a tender kiss.

The full weight of Kurt’s bare torso against Blaine’s was enough to turn the kiss heated again rather quickly. Kurt's tongue had invaded Blaine's mouth, and Blaine was sucking on it hard, moaning loudly again as hands roamed freely, exploring every inch of skin they could find. Their hips were rocking together frantically, their raw need exploding out of them like a pot boiling over violently after three months of simmering in a gentle rolling boil of sexual frustration. Blaine literally let out a sharp cry at the loss of friction when Kurt stopped to trail kisses down his chest.

Kurt thumbed over one of Blaine’s nipples as he continued to lick and kiss his way down Blaine’s abdomen, dipping his tongue briefly into Blaine’s bellybutton. He could feel Blaine’s abs tighten and saw him bite his bottom lip. Kurt smiled and began to toy with the waistband of Blaine’s underwear, eventually hooking his fingers underneath it and glancing up at Blaine as if to ask permission. Blaine looked down at him through half-lidded eyes.

“Ohgodplease,” he said breathlessly, his want and need practically dripping from his lips as he said the words.

Kurt smiled and continued his work, sliding the underwear down over Blaine’s hips, freeing his aching hard-on at long last. Blaine let out a shuddering sigh and shifted slightly, accustoming himself to the air on his cock and the cool leather on his ass. Once the last article of clothing was discarded, Kurt focused on his target. Wasting no time, he took the head in his mouth. Blaine arched his back and let out a strangled moan as his hand flew to bury itself in Kurt’s soft hair. Kurt bobbed once, swirling his tongue when he reached the head, and then bobbed again, taking even more in this time. Blaine’s entire body was now covered in a sheen of sweat, and tiny, high-pitched noises were coming out of his mouth in between gasps and profanities.

“Christ, Kurt. Fuck...” Blaine’s threw his head back as Kurt began to hum, the sensation sending electricity through his veins. He was white-knuckling the edge of the backseat with one hand while he used the other to brace himself against the car door, trying to keep himself grounded and not get completely lost in the wonderful things Kurt was currently doing with his mouth.

Kurt had started to palm himself through his underwear. The noises from Blaine were simply too much, and Kurt needed more. Suddenly, Blaine’s hand returned to his hair and gripped tightly.

“Kurt...I-I’m...god Kurt...I’m...” Kurt knew it was cruel, but he could not allow things to end before they had begun. Not in the current state he was in. He wanted--needed more, and if Blaine was spent already...well, he didn't even want to thing about it. He pulled his mouth off of Blaine and wiped his lips, laughing a little when Blaine cried out and looked up at him as if he had grown a second head.

“Wha...why? Why did-”

“We’re just getting started,” Kurt said, smirking. “I couldn’t let it end so soon.”

Blaine’s head fell back and he let out an exasperated sigh. Kurt crawled on top of him and captured his lips in a passionate kiss as an attempted apology. When they broke apart, Blaine looked as though he wanted to say something, but didn’t quite know how.

“Kurt, I...god, I want...I want...” He looked up at Kurt, and kissed him again, perhaps to give himself confidence. He kissed his way to Kurt’s ear, and breathed into it, “I want you to fuck me.”

It sounded so weird when it came out of his mouth. The words sounded and felt strange as he said them, and he wondered if he had worded it right. He’d thought about this a lot, but never gave any thought as to how he would ask. He pulled his head back to look at Kurt, trying to gauge his reaction. Kurt looked a little stunned, with his mouth hanging slightly open as he gazed at Blaine. He leaned in slowly and kissed him, soft and gentle, and when he drew back he met Blaine’s eyes, and his lips formed a very small smile as he nodded.

"Ok."

Blaine let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, and crashed his lips to Kurt’s, a little rougher. Kurt eventually pulled back and moved back down Blaine’s body, before his face fell as he seemed to realize something.

“Oh. I’m gonna need...I mean, I don’t have any...”

Blaine blushed slightly, and reached into the pocket on the back of the driver’s seat, pulling out a small bottle of lube and holding it out for Kurt. Kurt took it hesitantly, cocking his eyebrow and giving Blaine a questioning look.

“Wes and David gave it to me the night of prom as a joke. I should remember to actually thank them...”

Kurt laughed as he popped the cap open and poured some over his fingers. He realized as he attempted to close the bottle that his hands were trembling. They had never done this before, and Kurt was racking his brain, trying to remember the step by step instructions laid out in those stupid goddamn pamphlets. He must have been thinking for longer than he thought, because he was startled out of his thoughts when he heard Blaine start to moan again, and realized that Blaine had wrapped his hand around his cock and had begun stroking himself.

“Blaine!” Kurt exclaimed, lightly batting Blaine’s hand away.

“Sorry,” Blaine said through clenched teeth. “You were taking too long.”

“Ok, ok. Uh...here goes...I guess...” Kurt trailed off as he lightly stroked Blaine’s thigh, Blaine’s legs falling farther open at the touch, and Kurt took his now slick fingers and began to drag them over Blaine’s opening. Blaine tensed and let out a low whine, followed by a sharp intake of breath as the tip of Kurt’s middle finger poked its way inside the ring of muscle. Kurt eased in gently, shocked by how tight everything felt. As he began to pull out again, Blaine caught his wrist, holding it in place.

“No, not yet. Just...I, just...gimme a minute...” Blaine’s face was contorted into an expression that had Kurt worried, but it soon softened, and Blaine released his wrist and nodded almost imperceptibly. Kurt began a slow rhythm, hoping Blaine would progress a little faster than this, because Kurt’s erection was suffering from serious neglect, and while finger fucking his boyfriend was incredibly hot, he was growing increasingly uncomfortable.

When Blaine seemed to be thoroughly accustomed to one finger, and enjoying himself almost too much already, Kurt stuttered out,

“Blaine, d-do you think...um, two? Would two be-” But Blaine interrupted him with a small squeak and nodded his head vigorously. Kurt slid in two fingers, perhaps too quickly, but Kurt was growing very impatient. When Blaine tensed around two fingers, Kurt couldn’t help but cup himself through his underwear and begin stroking himself lightly, while he scissored and stretched Blaine further.

Blaine’s moans were getting louder as he added a third finger, and he was now drenched in sweat. Kurt’s ministrations on his own cock became slightly quicker as he watched the muscles in Blaine’s arms, chest, abs, and thighs tense and ripple under his tanned skin. As he moved his fingers around inside Blaine, he suddenly hit a spot that caused Blaine to arch up off the seat completely, his mouth falling open in a silent scream as his toes curled and his body shuddered violently. Just as Kurt was thinking that he couldn’t take a single second more of not being inside his boyfriend without going insane from being too turned on, Blaine met his gaze with intense hunger and managed a sentence in broken English.

“I need...now. You, I need...please!”

Kurt didn’t need telling twice. He pulled his fingers out of Blaine, earning a frustrated whimper from the boy, and rapidly stripped himself of his underwear, letting out a choked sob as his erection was finally freed. He whipped his head around, looking for the bottle of lube. When he saw it he snatched it up and flipped the cap open in one fluid movement, and coated himself liberally with it. He tilted his head back at the long awaited relief of being able to touch his cock, and relished it for a few strokes before lining himself up against Blaine. He placed his hand gently on Blaine’s stomach and made eye contact. He moved his thumb, rubbing Blaine’s stomach soothingly as he pressed inside.

Kurt moaned audibly for the first time in a long while. The car had mostly been filled with Blaine’s pants and moans until this point. The feeling for Kurt was absolutely incredible: tight and hot and-

“NNNNNGH!” Kurt groaned as he was finally inside Blaine completely. He buried his face in Blaine’s neck, biting down with the intensity of the sensation. Blaine’s arms tightened around him, holding him there for a few moments before Blaine whispered to Kurt,

“Kurt, please move now.” Kurt lifted himself up so he was hovering over Blaine. He started very slowly at first, still getting used to the position and how it all worked, but he slowly began to build up speed. When his arms started to get tired from holding himself up, he shifted a little, changing the angle and-

“OHMYGODOHMYGOD KURT.” Blaine’s fingernails dug into Kurt’s back as his head flew back in ecstasy. This would not last long at all. Kurt could tell that Blaine was close, and after all that waiting with no relief, Kurt wouldn’t last much longer either. He reached his hand down between them and grabbed Blaine’s cock firmly and began stroking it in rhythm. His thrusts were fast now, and Blaine’s breaths were coming shorter and shorter.

“Kurt! Kurt! Ohmygod. I’m-” Kurt stroked roughly one final time and simultaneously thrust directly into that magic spot, and Blaine was clenching around him, coming hard between them and screaming Kurt’s name to the ceiling of the car. Kurt let go seconds later, screaming profanities jumbled with words that sounded like Blaine’s name into the crook of Blaine’s neck. The sensation lasted longer than Kurt would have expected, but when he could feel Blaine softening in his hand and had ridden out his own orgasm to the very last wave, Kurt pulled out and collapsed heavily on top of Blaine. Both boys were drenched in sweat and panting hard.

“Wow,” Blaine said between breaths. There really was no other word he could think of. His brain had shut down a while ago. He just lost his virginity in the back of his car. And it was unbelievable. Eloquence wasn’t really a priority for him at the moment. Kurt, however, always the pinnacle of wit, seemed to retain a good portion of his brain power.

“As classic as that Titanic car scene is, I’m pretty sure their sex was NOT that good!”

Blaine laughed out loud. No, he thought to himself. There’s no way it even compared.

Blaine kissed the top of Kurt’s head and let his chin rest on it. He gently brushed a damp lock of hair out of Kurt’s eyes.

“I love you,” he said, wrapping his arms around Kurt.

“I love you too,” Kurt replied as he shifted, settling into Blaine’s chest.

And just like that they fell asleep, Kurt lying comfortably on top of Blaine, his head tucked under Blaine’s chin and resting on his chest, rising and falling with Blaine’s steady breathing, Blaine’s arm draped gently over Kurt’s back, and his free hand tangled with Kurt’s, dangling off the side of the seat.

They slept soundly and deeply, smiles ghosting their lips, dreaming of each other.