If one were to ask which house Blaine Anderson would be sorted into at Hogwarts, he would have answered “Gryffindor” without hesitation. Not because he was particularly brave or courageous, though he did value those traits, no it was because at one point in time, he was rather convinced he was Hermione Granger. And while he never could quite figure out why she didn’t end up in Ravenclaw, since she didn’t, he wouldn’t.

He loved books. He loved research. Not particularly good at a sport? Who cares, he can still learn all the rules and bylaws and enjoy it anyhow. Transferring to a posh preppy private school? Great! There’s got to be a ton of history. They have an a cappella choir called the Warblers? He learns all he can about the birds.

And there’s always something to learn. His body starts going through changes. He starts feeling things. And there’s places to read and learn about them... and research is easier than ever. Even if the information isn’t applicable to him, it can help someone else.

His father finds his collection of fashion magazines. And, really, it was just another form of research. And it’s just before his sophomore year, and he’s just turned sixteen... so they build a car together. And he does more research on cars. Because while building the car was sort of boring, the research on it was still research. Building the car didn’t make him more of a man that he noticed.

But now he’s a junior. And there’s more research to do. Because he’s been to Dalton. He’s licked his wounds from Sadie Hawkins. He’s done field research this time with Kurt at his side at Kurt’s prom. And if he really is a Gryffindor, he probably should start living up to that house’s character trait’s, right? He does have courage.

And he really, really, loves Kurt. So more research is necessary. He knows that Dalton, as much as his parents reassure him to not worry about it, is expensive -- and he kind of does want to have money for college. He knows that there is no way in hell he is going back to his old public school. He knows that McKinley is an extra thirty minutes each way every day. And he’s pretty sure he’s seen the worst they have to offer. He didn’t end up in the hospital after prom, at least. And no matter what, Kurt will be at his side.

So he goes online. What does he need for transferring. What is involved in transferring. What do boys his age wear at public schools this year? One click online leads to another... He likes to do research, he likes to read, and the internet can be a dangerous place for such an individual.

---

Over the summer, Blaine had found a stack of pamphlets on sex in Kurt’s room. Then the day after he transferred to McKinley he found another entitled “Me and My Hag.” He knew Kurt didn’t have the -- passion -- for research he did. If it wasn’t for school or something he was genuinely interested in, most likely Kurt wouldn’t read about it unless it was in a magazine. Maybe a pamphlet or two would be the best way to get his idea through.

---

“Um, Blaine, dear, why is there a pamphlet with the title Princeton First-Year in my satchel?” Kurt hissed when they were in the parking lot heading towards Blaine’s car. “We’re not going to Princeton. Wait, I’m not going to Princeton... do you want to go to Princeton? Because if you want to go to Princeton, that’s totally fine, but if you do then you should probably talk to your parents about switching back to Dalton because, seriously, two years at a prestigious private school like Dalton will seriously look better...”

“Kurt, hold on! Did you read the pamphlet?”

“Uh, no... I never read pamphlets. Well, not usually, sometimes I look at the captions under the pictures and see if there’s something in there I should read.”

“Did you see the other pamphlet I left in your satchel?”

“...”

“I’ll take that as a no.”

They were by the car now, and Blaine pulled the bag closer to him, lifting the flap so he could find the other pamphlet he slipped in there. Swiftly he pulled it out, showing Kurt the title, Role-Playing: You’re Not in Kansas Ohio Anymore.

“So you us want to pretend like we’re going to Princeton?”

“Kind of... um... maybe you should read the pamphlets. Why don’t we get into my car and I’ll drive us to your place. Anyone going to be home for awhile? We can talk.”

“Um, no, Finn said he was going to Rachel’s and Dad and Carole are working...” Kurt’s voice became muffled as he slid into the passenger’s seat and opening up the pamphlet.

Blaine concentrated on the road as he drove the few minutes to Kurt’s place. He tried not to pay attention the blush creeping up Kurt’s neck and turning the tips of his ears red. He didn’t nearly drive off the road at Kurt’s gasp of, “Oh my WHAT? People...? You want... okay, we can do this...”

Kurt took Blaine’s hand and guided him up to his room. “So, you want to talk... about... um, becoming more assimilated into life at McKinley.” He worried his bottom lip. “And in return for my help in this endeavor, I’ll get certain sexual favors?”

Blaine smiled at the vibrant blush that had crept over his boyfriend’s fair features. “Yes. That would be very useful. I know you’ve had more experience at McKinley, and any help you could offer would be most appreciated. Especially when it comes to, oh, the Nude Erections.”

Blaine purposefully mispronounced the name, causing Kurt to squeak and a giggle to come bubbling up out of his mouth. He straightened up and took a deep breath, shaking his hands out.

“Kurt, if you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to. I know we haven’t gone much further than kissing and this isn’t full penetrative sex. But it’s still a big deal. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to. We don’t have to do this.” Their eyes locked, and they both smiled.

“Well, Mr. Anderson, with you being new and all, I think I should see what it is you have to offer.”

“Oh. Oh, right. Um...”

Slowly Blaine unbuttoned his shirt, revealing lightly hairy, well-muscled chest. He lowered his head and glanced up at Kurt through his long eyelashes. Feeling oddly exposed, he dropped one sleeve off, then the other, standing in the middle of Kurt’s room in nothing but his trousers and shoes.

Kurt came over to him, placing a slightly shaking hand on Blaine’s bare chest and resting it over his frantically beating heart. Kurt circled behind him, his hand staying where it was so his arm ended up draped over his shoulder. Blaine leaned back as Kurt’s other arm came around and embraced him. Kurt hooked his chin over Blaine’s shoulder and let out a, “Hmmm,” as they rocked gently.

One or both of them shivered; neither could quite be sure. Kurt pulled Blaine over to the bed.

Kurt lifted a booted foot towards Blaine, who carefully undid each lace and pulled off the boots with a certain amount of reverence before removing his own shoes and socks. He peeled off his pants and underwear. Blaine realized suddenly that he was completely naked for the first time in front of his boyfriend, who was fully clothed other than his shoes. His erection, which he hadn’t really noticed he had gave a little jump.

Kurt, for his part, had never really lost the blush he had gained in the car ride over. It had darkened, spreading below his shirt. Blaine ached to see how far it spread, if the perfect pale skin Kurt had would be tinged pink all over by arousal (and quite possibly embarrassment, he did have to acknowledge).

Blaine reached for his shirt, but Kurt shook his head, guiding Blaine’s hand to his pants instead. Blaine let out a little whimper, but complied, carefully unbuttoning the top button and undoing the ones below. He folded the jeans with a care that he hadn’t shown his own clothes. Kurt’s underwear were shed by the time Blaine had turned back around, and the heat darkening Kurt’s face had somehow gotten impossibly darker.

Kurt sucked in a deep breath. “Um, do you have a condom, because, I know we’re probably both clean; well, I know I’m clean but, I think that this is probably going to be messy, and, well, safer sex...”

“Sshhh... will it make you feel better?”

Kurt let out the breath with a squeaked, “Yes.”

“I’ve got condoms. And lube. Do you want us both to use one?”

“Please?”

“Okay.” Blaine rubbed his hand on Kurt’s shoulder as he reached into his discarded backpack and grabbed a little pouch with a small bottle of lube and two condoms.

He thought of using a little spit to rub his erection briefly, just enough to keep it up while he pleasured Kurt a little. Then he looked at Kurt’s face. Kurt’s eyes were dark, he was trying to be in charge of the situation -- the mentor he was supposed to be playing. He knew that Kurt wouldn’t appreciate spit right now. He gave his penis a gentle squeeze sans spit, rubbing a bit of the precum that had leaked out of the top around the outside.

He opened one of the condom packages and looked to Kurt for confirmation. A swift nod and a look down was all he got. He rolled it down over Kurt’s cock with Kurt letting out a gasp, appreciating the strange intimacy that neither had thought of before then. Then he went to open his own, and was surprised when Kurt took it from him and returned the favor.

Kurt rubbed Blaine’s chest, tweaking a nipple gently. Kurt closed his eyes and ever so slowly removed his shirt so they were finally, finally both naked.

“How do you want me?” Blaine asked.

“Well...” Kurt positioned Blaine with his head towards the wall on his stomach. He rubbed Blaine’s back, and Blaine thought he was about to get a massage. His erection was trapped against the bed and he wanted to thrust. Kurt grabbed his hips though and with strength that Blaine often forgot Kurt possessed easily pulled his ass into the air. “That’s better.”

Blaine peaked under his arm and saw Kurt slather his erection with lube before he put more on his hand. Kurt spread Blaine’s thighs apart just enough to push his cock in between. Kurt’s lubed hand reached around at nearly the same time and grasped Blaine’s cock.

Blaine thought he would scream.

The cock between his thighs nudged his balls, sliding along his perineum and hitting the base of his cock. Kurt’s hand worked his cock in what Blaine could only assume was the rhythm Kurt was used to for himself, which made Blaine’s cock somehow harder, and Blaine didn’t think that was even possible at this point.

Kurt thrust forward. Blaine squeezed his legs together. Both wanted this to last far longer than they both knew it would. Thrust, squeeze, rock, shiver, grasp. Kurt leaned forward and used his clean hand to yank Blaine’s face towards his into a desperate kiss. They breathed each other’s air, and Blaine came, pulsing into Kurt’s grasp.

Kurt continued pumping in between Blaine’s thighs, his cock hitting Blaine’s oversensitive one on each thrust. Blaine cried out into Kurt’s mouth, and Kurt stilled, coming and collapsing onto Blaine’s back, panting as he broke the kiss.

Kurt rolled off Blaine, his chest heaving as they lay side by side catching their breaths.

When they both had collected themselves, and disposed of condoms. (And Kurt got dressed and took his trash bin outside to the main trash bin, because he knew Finn would come in and look through his trash, and what would he say?) Kurt said that he definitely wanted to do it again... only maybe, just maybe, they could try it the other way. And then back again. And how did Blaine find out about these things again?