The first time Kurt met Blaine Anderson it was at Scandals on his 16th birthday.

Kurt originally refused to set foot in the establishment but Mercedes complained that“You only turn 16 once.” and Rachel had to pull the “We’re young! This is supposed to be the time of our lives.” card. And although he was not swayed by either of their arguments he had to appreciate the fact that they got him a thirty dollar ID for what would probably be a one-night use.

So he ended up in Scandals watching three teenage girls grind on each other in a gay bar, nursing a virgin strawberry margarita from one of the bar stools. The whole building reeked of cigarette smoke and body odor. Kurt couldn’t wait to leave.

He finished off his margarita and twirled the glass with his fingers biting his lip. He got called over by Tina to dance but he declined and she kept dancing while he kept twirling the thin glass though the tips of his fingers.

“Are you finished with that?” A voice said from behind the counter.

Kurt looked up and saw a man with golden skin and wild curly hair. He had a small piercings in his nose and lower lip that glinted when he smiled and he had a tattoo on his neck of pink and red roses that trailed down to his clavicle. He looked young and he looked like trouble, but he was so, very beautiful.

“Y-yea,” Kurt stuttered. The man took the glass and set it aside. He crossed his arms on the counter and leaned over to Kurt.

“So what brings you out tonight?” The bartender asked in a low, sultry voice.

“It’s my birthday.”

“Oh.” The bartender smiled at him with dark eyes. Kurt couldn’t make out what color they were in the blue and red lights but he could tell they were gorgeous. “Okay birthday boy, what would you like?”

“What?”

“A drink. On the house. Unless it isn’t your birthday and you lied to me.” He teased.

“No, I mean yes- it is my birthday. But no thank you. I’m good.” The bartender looked disappointed. Kurt expected him to walk away and tend to another person standing at the bar, but he didn’t. He leaned in closer to Kurt and whispered.

“I usually don’t do this but...” The man picked up a pen from the counter and a napkin and wrote a phone number. “My boss is a cunt and hates it when I flirt with costumers, but you are so fucking beautiful I couldn’t help myself. So here’s my number so you can call me, or you could stay until my shift ends at eleven.” Kurt took the napkin and blushed bright red. He wanted to say so much but he couldn’t find the words. He sat still staring at the napkin for a minute before he answered.

“Yes.”

“Yes?” The bartender smiled brightly at him.

“I’ll call. Later, that is. I- Sorry I can’t stay.”

“It’s fine, angel.” The man turned to walk away. Kurt wanted him to stay. He grabbed the man’s arm and asked.

“Is the drink offer still available?” A sly smile grew on the man’s face as he resumed his position in front of the young boy.

“Of course, birthday boy. What can I get you?” Kurt didn’t want to embarrass himself with his lack of knowledge about alcohol so he went with the most vague answer he could think of.

“You pick.” The bartender sucked his lip ring in his mouth to contain a smile and studied Kurt’s face.

“You look like you would have a sweet tooth.” He said as he got out a glass and took out bottles. “I know just the thing.” Kurt watched the bartender prepare the drink and set in in front of Kurt. “Amaretto Stone Sour. It’s kind of a chick drink but it’s delicious.”

Kurt eyed it wearily, but he took a small sip and hummed. “Wow, this is delicious.”

“So birthday boy... I never did get your name.”

“Kurt.”

“Kurt,” The man repeated. “Even your name is gorgeous.” Kurt blushed again and a giggle escaped his lips.

“I’m Blaine, by the way.”

**

Blaine Anderson was twenty-five, a part-time bar tender at Scandals and also worked at a soft grunge music store in Westerville. He had a habit of smoking cigarettes and a record of shop-lifting, drunk driving, possession of drugs, various parking and speeding tickets and resisting arrest. He hadn’t been to prison but he did spend a day or so in county jail when he was 18.

Kurt knew he shouldn’t have been sneaking out late and hangout with this kind of guy but he did. Blaine was exhilarating. The rush of adrenaline knowing that he could get caught, his heart beating like drums when he hung out with him, and the risk of everything just felt good. Nothing in his life felt better than when he was with this troubled man.

And Kurt loved the attention. Blaine gave him the sweetest nicknames and complimented him all the time. Kurt tried to return the compliments but they were overly cheesy and didn’t come out right. They didn’t slip off his tongue perfectly like Blaine’s did.

At first Kurt was scared that Blaine would find out his age, but Blaine told him he already knew and didn’t care.

“Age is a petty thing, Kurt. It’s more of a label than a number.”

They started dating, and then they started having real sex. Blaine was always really careful when they had sex. He spend his time stretching Kurt open and kissing him everywhere from his forehead to the inside of his thighs. Kurt was treated like a precious, rare jewel.

Blaine Anderson was felonious, he was criminal and he was vicious. His heart was as warm as the sun and Kurt couldn’t get enough.

**

Kurt made it a habit to go over to Blaine’s when school was over on weekdays. He loved how he could sit and complain about life while Blaine rubbed his shoulders. He couldn’t do it every night or his dad would get suspicious, but he did it often.

Kurt walked by the little sign that said Cottonwood Apartments and continued down the cracked broken sidewalk. He climbed the wooden stairs and knocked knocked on an old, paint chipped door with the number eleven on it.

There was shuffling, but no one answered the door.

“Babe it’s just me, let me in.” He said. Kurt heard a chain slide and the door swung open. Blaine stood with his posture slouched, eyes bloodshot red and his face full of anxiety.

“Hey babe.” He said slowly, looking embarrassed. Kurt gave him a peck on the lips and walked in the door. He could see the smoke in the air, and the room smelled like musty earth and chemicals.

“Are you smoking pot?” He asked, setting his bag down next to Blaine’s rugged couch.

“Sorry, I didn’t know you were coming over. I’ll put it away.” Blaine hurried over to the coffee table where he picked up a glass bowl and a little baggie.

“No,” Kurt blurted out. “We can, um. I wanna try.” And he did. He only saw Blaine high one other time and Blaine was just as ashamed as he looked right now. Blaine really cared about preserving Kurt’s innocence even though he knew Kurt was dating a criminal.

“I don’t know Kurt...” Blaine sucked on his lip ring.

“Please?” Kurt said. Blaine fiddled with the baggie and ran his fingers through his wild curly hair.

“Fine.” Blaine gave up. “But I want to make some rules.”

“Blaine. Seriously?”

“Dead fucking serious.” Blaine held up two fingers. “Two rules.”

“Okay, fine.” Kurt sighed.

“Number one, don’t smoke with anyone else. I don’t want you smoking something laced with heroin or some other shit and become a hopeless burnout.”

Kurt nodded.

“Number two, don’t do anything else but weed. No shrooms, ecstasy, LSD, whatever. That shit ruins your life.”

Kurt nodded.

“Please promise me you will follow these rules.”

“I promise.” Kurt smiled. “Now show me how to work that thing.” Kurt pointed at the blue glass bowl in Blaine’s hands.

“Okay, Angel, let me pack it first.” Blaine set it back on the little table and opened the baggie. A scent wafted though the air that was... new. It was musty, like the air but more powerful as it hit his nostrils.

“Wow that really smells.” Kurt stated. Blaine furrowed his brows.

“Bad?” He asked as he filled the bowl with little dried leaves.

“No, not at all.... I like it... It’s just strong.”

“The better it smells the better it smokes.” Blaine chuckled. He grabbed a lighter and pulled Kurt closer. “Okay, all you have to do is hold your mouth here,” He pointed at the narrow end with the hole. “and inhale, and if you can, hold it. I’ll do everything else. Don’t swallow the smoke, get it in your lungs.” Kurt nodded at him and positioned himself at the end of the bowl and Blaine asked “Ready?” Kurt nodded and Blaine lit it.

Kurt inhaled through the weird tasting glass. Smoke filled his lungs and he pulled off the bowl coughing. Blaine got a glass of water from the coffee table and offered it to Kurt.

He drank it. The coughing slowly dissipated into little hiccups.

“Shit, Kurt, I don’t know if you should be doing this. Your lungs are so young and unharmed...”

“Is there anyway were I won’t cough?” Kurt rasped out.

Blaine was silent, then said. “Yeah, actually... We can try shotgunning.”

“Shotgunning?” Kurt asked.

“It’s like a kiss. I promise you won’t cough.” Blaine explained. Kurt was still confused.

He watched Blaine take a hit off the bowl with ease. He held it in for a minute, then took Kurt’s face in his hands and connected their lips to forced the smoke from his lungs to Kurt’s. Kurt inhaled the smoke and sucked on the older man’s lip until he pulled away.

Kurt held it in as long as he could before he let the wisps of smoke come slowly out from between his lips.

“I like that.” Kurt said in a gravely, deep voice.

“Are you feeling anything?” Blaine asked. His face was pinker than before and his lion-colored eyes filled with intensity.

“I don’t think so.”

“Want another hit?”

“Sure.”

Blaine took another hit off the bowl and they kissed with the smoke. Kurt grabbed his face to keep him from pulling away and sipped his tongue in the older man’s mouth with the smoke being breathed and shared until it dissipated into the foggy room. Kurt pushed Blaine on the couch pillows and kissed his way down the trail of roses on Blaine’s neck.

The longer they kissed the more Kurt could feel his eyes getting hot, limbs getting heavy and his throat getting filled with glue.

“I think I feel it now.” He laid his head on Blaine’s chest and listened to the sound of Blaine’s raised heartbeat.

“Yeah?” His chest rumbled.

“Yeah..”

Blaine kissed the top of Kurt’s head and pulled him up to kiss him more firmly on the lips.

“Fuck, Kurt you are so hot.” Blaine said earnestly, grabbing at the boy anywhere he could touch.

“Yeah?” Kurt asked with half lidded, sultry eyes.

“Take your clothes off.” Blaine demanded.

Kurt sat up and pulled his shirt off as fast as his lazy limbs could and stood up to unbutton his pants. Blaine yanked off his tank top and pajama pants laying down. Kurt slowly pulled down his underwear while Blaine watched stroking his cock.

“Fuck, angel you are so perfect.” Blaine cursed. Kurt sat on Blaine and shooed his hand away from his cock. He reached over to the coffee table to pull out a drawer and grab a bottle of lube.

“Finger me.” Kurt said.

Blaine took the bottle while Kurt went back to littering Blaine’s neck with hickeys.

He spread the liquid on his fingers and teased Kurt’s as. He slid his finger slid in easily. The boy hummed from where he was sucking Blaine’s neck.

Kurt felt like he was floating. Everything was warm and bright and very, very good.

Blaine added a second finger and he moaned, grinding his hard cock into Blaine’s.

“Blaine! Oh my god.” Kurt whined. His senses were overloading. Every touch felt like fire and every breath felt like ice.

The older man stretched Kurt until he was taking four of his fingers.

“Just fuck me already!” Kurt moaned impatiently.

Blaine gently flipped their positions so Kurt was sprawled out on the couch cushions with him between the teenager’s legs. Blaine lubed up his cock and slowly pressed in.

“Holy fuck, babe, so beautiful...” He said as he watched his dick push into Kurt’s ass. “So perfect. Fuck.”

“Kiss me.” Kurt whispered with his eyes closed. Blaine kissed him.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, it’s- ahn,” Kurt moaned as Blaine’s cock shifted deeper into him. “So good. Fuck, Blaine more.”

Blaine rocked back and forth slowly while he kissed Kurt tenderly, gasping into each others mouths.

Blaine’s thrust became deeper and Kurt’s hushed moans turned into desperate, loud “Ah, ah, ah”s to the point where he was screaming, “Harder. Fuck, Blaine. Blaine.” The older man grabbed Kurt by the hips to find a better angle.

After a couple more thrusts his hips slowed with his balls tense. Blaine came buried in Kurt’s ass as the younger boy gasped.

Blaine pulled out of Kurt’s ass and looked down at the pale boy. His cheeked were flushed red down to his chest, his cock still hard and dripping precome.

He crawled down the couch and took Kurt in his mouth. He slid a two fingers into Kurt’s come-filled asshole and bobbed his head. He moved his tongue so his piercing could catch under the ridge of Kurt’s dick.

Kurt moaned loudly and felt his balls tighten at the sensation. Blaine licked over the head with the small metal ball and Kurt grabbed Blaine’s curly hair and shoved his face back on his cock so he was coming down Blaine’s throat.

Blaine pulled off Kurt’s softening cock and collapsed down on his heaving chest. He kissed the boy passionately.

“Holy shit.” Kurt moaned, feeling the come drip down his ass. “That was- oh my god.”

Blaine could feel Kurt’s heart beating faster as he kissed his way down his cheeks and neck whispering sweet words and encouragements.

“I love smoking pot.” Kurt slurred as he drifted off to sleep.

Blaine chuckled and hugged Kurt tighter.