B had an old car that rattled when it started going seventy miles an hour. It was made some time in the eighties, but the gas mileage was okay. It was a dark cherry color, a deep shade that reminded Kurt of red velvet cake.

At night it appeared black, but the shape was easily recognizable. Kurt got a text that confirmed that he was outside waiting, and sneaked quietly down to the front door. He had become a professional at sneaking out after he and B met. It was a week or so after Kurts birthday, when he was forced to go to Scandals with Santana.

He met him while he clung to the bar, idly watching Santana dance as he tried going unnoticed. Of course he didnt exactly fit in with the rest of the crowd, so he wasnt surprised by the fact that a man approached him and offered to buy him a beer. He was, however, surprised by how handsome the man was.

He was wearing a tight leather jacket and a loose fitting white v-neck tee, his hair curled deliciously where it framed his features. There was a sly smile on his cute oval face, surrounded by a small amount of stubble. His eyes were almost jet black in the horrid lighting of the bar. He cocked one of his thick eyebrows and started conversation.

B, as it turned out, was really easy to talk to. Kurt felt different around B, because he never felt the need to impress him. B just liked Kurt because he was fun to be around, and he didnt need another reason.

So they drank and hung out all summer. But the summer was almost over.

He knew B was in high school, but he said he was only visiting his grandparents for the summer, then he leaving back to New York as soon as school started. Kurt just said he went to McKinley, to drown the confusion.

He never mentioned being bullied out of McKinley, he didnt need the pity. Kurt got enough of that from his friends. When he was with B all he wanted was to let go. He wanted the world to stop spinning just for a moment, just so he could forget about everything in his life for a night.

He never thought of himself as a rebellious teenager, since he liked Broadway and cared for his family, but with B he was. And it was nice to be one, to let off stress by being completely stupid with someone who understood him more than anyone else.

It was a couple weeks until school stared when he snuck out. It was too late for anyone to be up, but Kurt and B were both wide awake. Over the past few months, it had almost become routine.

"Regular spot?" B asked, glancing at Kurt from where he was in the drivers seat. Kurt confirmed, nodding his head as he rolled the windows down.

"Its fucking hot in here." Kurt commented. At first he was put off by how much B swore, but the more they hung out the more he started adopting the language. It was only really something he did around him. It felt comfortable knowing he would never be judged around the olive skinned boy.

B turned the air conditioner on after a few minutes, telling Kurt to roll the window back up.

"Its too loud."

"To loud for you?" Kurt snickered.

"Yeah, cant fucking hear myself think." He gruffed, gripping the wheel tighter. Something was bothering him, Kurt could tell. He dropped the teasing.

"So you got it, right?" Kurt asked, biting his lip.

"Yeah," Blaine gave Kurt a grin that reminded him of when they met. "I have that piece you like too, you know, the bowl."

Kurt laughed, dropping his head on Bs shoulder as he drove. "Youre the best, B."

They were close. He was the only person Kurt was comfortable enough to show physical affection, but they both made it abundantly clear that they werent dating. They knew it would have to be over after summer was over, as soon as B went back to New York. They kissed and made out when they were alone, trying not to leave evidence. Neither of them wanted anything too serious, but as fall approached Kurt started to question why. He had started to like B in a less than platonic way, but he shoved his emotions aside so he could spend the last of their time together with no drama.

B turned onto a bumpy gravel road, and Kurt knew they were almost there. It was the first place they kissed, and the place they went to smoke up late at night. It was a little grass patch by an abandoned parking lot that was surrounded by corn field. With the corn so high, there was no way anyone could have seen them from the main roads. It also gave them a nice clear sky to gaze up at. They had spent many nights together laying on a blanket over the grass, talking and looking up. Sometimes Blaine brought a six pack of beer with them, but that night he only had weed.

Smoking marijuana was an experience, it was one of those things that he knew he wouldnt do if it werent for B. And B admitted to not really smoking that much either when they werent together. It made them feel closer as people, more connected with each other than they were with the world. And making out while high was amazing.

B put the car in park and shut the engine off, leaving on the radio on as he laid a blanket on the grass for the two of them. Kurt got the brightly colored bowl out of the trunk of the car, taking his own lighter from his pocket, handing it to B. They sat on the blanket for a while, Kurt staring at the bright moon and B picking out the stems from his weed. Kurt had no idea how to prep marijuana, so he offered no help. B packed the bowl, offering it to Kurt.

"Want the first hit babe?" Kurt knew the nickname meant nothing, but blushed anyway. He took the bowl and hit it hard, sagging as he let out the smoke.

"Man, its been a while since I smoked." He commented, feeling lightheaded already. B blew wisps in his face.

"Me either, but damn, you were always such a light weight." B passed the bowl with the lighter to Kurt, who snatched it playfully. He took another hit, blowing it back at B, who seemed to enjoy it.

"Fuck you, you suck." Kurt giggled. He didnt know why he giggled, but he did. B leaned against him. They finished the bowl in silence.

When it was cashed B set it to the piece to the side, sliding behind Kurt and holding him possessively. He started kissing Kurts neck.

"Youre leaving in a few days." Kurt said. They didnt talk much about it. B never wanted to dwell on it. Kurt couldnt get the thought out of his head.

"Hey, kiss me." B whispered in his ear sensually. The words rolled off his tongue so naturally, it made Kurt want to turn around and tackle him with kisses. He turned his head to the side and let B kiss him on the lips sweetly.

"We have to talk about this."

"I dont want to talk this shit Kurt, Im tired of thinking about it. Please just- just kiss me." Kurt turned around in his arms, looking at him with concern.

"You cant ignore it until it goes away. I want to know what will happen to us,"

"We arent a couple,"

"I know that," Kurt stated sternly, wincing at the way B said it. "Youre my best friend."

B looked away, thinking.

"I dont want to be hundreds of miles away from my best friend." Kurt played the collar of Bs shirt, giving his a small peck on the lips as he settled in his lap.

"Lets just enjoy our time together." B put his hands on Kurts hips and brought him closer, deepening their kisses. Kurt wrapped his arms around Bs shoulders, slipping his tongue into the boys mouth. His whole body felt heavy. He relaxed into B, leaning against his chest lazily as they kissed.

B liked it when Kurt bit his lip, and B liked it when Kurt ran his fingers over the muscles of his back. Kurt had memorized as much as he could from all their affections. He used them to his advantage as they clung to each other, moaning with red, swollen lips. B retaliated by kissing Kurts neck the way he knew Kurt loved, feeling him writhe in his lap as Kurt pressed himself closer. He put his head in the crook of Bs shoulder and inhaled the scent of his cologne. B gave one last lingering kiss and mirrored Kurts position.

"Im leaving tomorrow, you know. I told you before, but I dont think you remember." B whispered, sounding pained. Kurt ran his fingers through his thick curly hair.

"I remembered. It just makes me feel better when I push it away. Youre not the only one who does that, you know." Kurt murmured at the same volume. "I know we arent a couple, but its really gonna suck without you here."

He could feel B smile from where he was pressed to the side of Kurts neck, then pressed sweet kisses trailing up to Kurts jaw. Kurt pulled back, hair mussed and a wide smile over his face.

"You never stop, do you?"

"Stop what?" B asked, acting accused.

"You have to be all over me when Im trying to have a serious talk." Kurt put his forehead over Bs. B leaned in and kissed his nose.

"Because you are so damn hot," He emphasized the last word with a squeeze to the ass. Kurt slapped him softly and laughed. "And because this is the last night Im gonna see you in a long time."

"That doesnt mean you cant be a fucking gentleman." Kurt retorted, crowding Bs space. B responded by growling stupidly.

"Wow, I cant believe we are friends. Honestly, why do I bother?" Kurt tugged hard at Bs hair, making him groan.

"Oh yeah, harder Kurt!"

"Shut up, you asshole."

"Shut me up."

And they were kissing. There was a more serious tone to it, a feeling of urgency as they pressed harder against each other, kissing each other more fervently. Kurt felt dizzy all over, from the kiss and the marijuana. Then he realized how achingly hard he was, how his dick was poking straight into Bs stomach.

"Sorry," Kurt said. B chuckled, staring up at the sky.

"Should we cool off?" B asked cockily, raising an eyebrow.

Kurt didnt really want to. He never wanted to, but they always did. Both he and B knew that if they moved onward from just making out they would be in trouble. But Kurt couldnt stop thinking about the feel of Bs hands and the softness of his hair, the way he touched Kurt like he was something precious yet durable. His eyes were dark, dark brown in the moon glow, dim light igniting his features like it was some cheesy romantic novel. Everything felt unreal, and his high only amplified it. Kurt Hummel was floating so high he didnt want to climb down. He wanted everything from the night, everything B would give him since it was their last.

"No," Kurt started mouthing at Bs neck. "Touch me."

There was a look of surprise in his face. "What?"

"Touch me, come on. One night. Just touch me." Kurt practically growled in his ear. Blaine kissed him hard, knocking the breath out of his lungs.

"You sure about this?" B murmurs between kisses. Kurt affirmed, leading his hands to his chest, then lower. B stopped on Kurts hip bones, taking a moment to enjoy their kisses. Kurt licked into Bs mouth, biting his lip as they separated. He felt B undo the button of his pants, pulling the zipper down slow.

"Fuck, Kurt. Youre so hot." B mouthed at his collar bone, running his hand over Kurts clothed dick. Kurt gasped, choking down an embarrassing noise. "Take your pants off."

"You too." Kurt replied, breathily, dazed. He felt like he just took ecstasy. "Next time I kiss you I want you to be naked."

"Oh, bossy," B made a playful biting motion, dipping Kurt so he was flat on his back on the ground, making him giggle. "You too. Strip, Hummel."

They got undressed fast, tearing off their clothes like it was a contest. They clashed back together in a frenzy, lips sliding, teeth clicking, bodies so close Kurt felt like he was going to explode. He pulled off Bs mouth, rubbing over Bs chest with his hands full of desire, lips itching to kiss every inch of that golden skin.

B kneaded his ass, pulling his cheeks apart hotly, pushing their bodies impossibly closer. Kurt pulled off where he was sucking on his shoulder.

"I cant believe Im losing my fucking virginity in a corn field." Kurt stated happily.

"Your fucking virginity? What other virginity have you lost in a corn field?" B whispered stupidly. Kurt howled with laughter, pushing him away.

"I am about to have sex with you, and this is how you act." Kurt teased, making no motion to move away from Bs ministrations. "You know what, I take it back. Drive me home."

B stared at him with a tenderness Kurt had only seen a few times before. "No," He said softly, sweetly into the crisp night air. B raised his hand carefully and wiped the bangs out of Kurts face. "Im sorry. I really want this. Its uh, its my first time too."

Kurts smile didnt disappear, but it shrunk so something more content and less silly. He could feel his whole body shift when he only moved one finger. The laziness in his bones held him heavy in Bs lap, and it made them feel connected. Kurts eyes shifted, emotions of desire, lust, and nervousness bubbled out of him. He nodded, not exactly knowing what he was agreeing to. He kissed B chastely.

"Can you be on top?" Kurt asked shyly, not knowing exactly what to do. He knew what sex was, he just had no clue how to do anything.

B turned then around so Kurt was sprawled out on his back, B snugly between his legs with a caring smile. "You know we cant actually fuck, right? Neither of us brought lube."

Kurt knew that, he did. He smiled up at B, snaking his hands around his rib cage and to his back, begging silently for him lay down on top of him. "I just want to be close to you."

He was crossing an unspoken line, but the words were made B look at him with more desire, kissing him hard, passionately, sweetly. B ran his hands up and down Kurts chest, rubbing over his oversensitive skin steadily with his calloused fingers. He was achingly hard, dick leaking precome, smearing it slightly over his stomach. B lowered his hips on top of Kurts, groaning loudly.

They started kissing slowly, all tongue, licking into each others mouths like their life depended on it. Kurt thrust shallowly, searching for friction. Everything was too dry, and he hissed at how sensitive he was. They didnt smoke that much, he was barely high anymore, but it made his nerves feel bare. Like every touch was going to unravel him. His head was spinning.

B pulled off to spit on his hand crudely, wrapping a fist around Kurts cock. Kurt moaned out loud, eyes flying open and staring at B, who was sitting up between his legs. Kurt sat up slightly to spit in his own hand, timidly wrapping it around Bs hard dick.

The sensation was almost too much, but not enough. He climbed so that he was more in Bs lap, sitting on his thighs, getting a better angle and making B moan. Kurt didnt know what was coming out of his own mouth, he knew he was moaning desperately and bucking his hips up into Bs tight fist, but he couldnt care to be embarrassed by it. Bs hair was messy, face flushed, dilated pupils appearing black. He was debauched, they both were.

B took his hand off, grabbing Kurts ass to bring him in closer. He spit in his hand again and wrapped it carefully around both of their cocks. Kurt moaned loudly, grabbing onto Bs shoulders tightly. He mouthed at Bs neck, sucking the skin into his mouth as they both thrust into Bs fist.

"Kurt, youre amazing." B moaned into his ear, licking the tendons in his neck. "Youre so amazing. Fuck, Im close." Kurt nodded in agreement, words escaping him. His nerves were on fire, his heart felt like it wanted to escape from his chest, his skin fest hotter than embers, his mind was racing, and he wanted more.

He spit in his hand and joined B in jerking themselves off together. Their hands moved faster, twisted feeling settling low in their stomachs as they drew up tight. Kurt locked B in a passionate kiss, both moaning into each other, moving together like they were in sync, like they were one being. And for that one moment, they almost were.

Kurt came first with a scream muffled by Bs mouth, his other hand came up to press his face so impossibly close. It was like they were breathing from one set of lungs, and the air was too thin, everything dizzy.

When B came he grabbed Kurt tighter than he ever had, bringing his body flush to his own, hugging him firmly like he never wanted to let go.

"I love you," Kurt heard B say quietly. He didnt know if he was supposed to hear the words, so he said nothing.

They used the blanket to wipe come off themselves, then cuddled naked in the silence. B looked at him with that tenderness that make Kurt want to weep. They pretended what they did didnt change their whole relationship.

Marijuana doesnt give hangovers. Kurt never felt all that different after smoking, except for the occasional laziness and an overall sense of calm. That morning, he felt like absolute shit.

After B dropped him off at his house, he was crying like a baby. He curled into his bed, longing for B to come to his window to woo him and tell him he wasnt leaving. The thought was stupid, and he felt stupid even for hoping it would happen.

B was gone to New York City, where Kurt wanted to be more than anything, and Kurt was stuck in Lima, Ohio.

School was starting in a few weeks. He scrutinized his new uniform everyday. Dalton was safe, but he was going in alone. And being alone at a private school for strange rich boys scared him more than the threat of being slushied. He didnt even have the freedom to dress like himself, all he could wear was red and navy blue.

He wouldnt have minded to the extent that he did if B was just a little bit closer.

Kurt felt like his whole world was ending.

His dad drove away as soon as he shut the car door. Burt must have known Kurt would want to turn right around and climb back in the vehicle if he didnt.

His lungs expanded to their full capacity, eyes closed, hands gripped tight around his suitcase. He let it out in one go, opening his eyelids and watching the other boys flit around like bees in a hive.

Kurt walked with confidence, hands steady as he made his way to the office to get his dorm key. Room 210 in wing C, he had a room mate too. The secretary gave him his key, and he was off. He was tired of carrying around all of his belongings. Since the day prior he had been fretting about what he would and wouldnt take. Now he wished he had packed lighter.

He got to the room after a bout of confusion, getting lost in the school was easy. Luckily enough the people were nice and directed him around to the right place. Eventually, he got there.

There was shuffling behind the slightly open door, ominous in an unknowing way. The school didnt give him a name or a picture when they had told Kurt he had a room mate, they only said he would have one. It made him rather nervous and slightly excited to know who he was going to be living with. He pushed the door open with his palm, surveying the room. There was a large window at the head of the beds, the sun spilling through brightly. Two twin beds were at either side of the dorm, with two dressers and a shared night table. His room mate was sitting on his bed with a book of crosswords and a pen, he looked up as soon as Kurt opened the door.

When they made eye contact, Kurt swore he could feel the whole world pause. He stopped breathing, stopped thinking, his heart stopped beating for only a second. Then he was furious.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Kurt said more calmly than he was expecting. He walked into the room, throwing his things on the empty twin bed.

"Kurt! Shit," It was B. He was sweating in a matter of seconds, pushing aside the objects in his hand and standing up. He put on a fake smile, nervous as hell, hands fidgeting everywhere. "Surprise! I didnt have to go to New York! Um, yay. . ."

B shrunk, looking more anxious than Kurt had ever seen him.

"B,"

"Its, uh, Blaine. Blaine Anderson."

Kurt huffed, tears welling in his pretty blue eyes. "Blaine," It sounded like poison on his tongue. "Youre a fucking asshole, you know that."

He walked closer to Blaine, pointing his finger. He had fire in his eyes, in his heart, he was more mad and frustrated in those few minutes then he had been in a while. As he came closer, Blaine took steps back. "Youre explaining this to me. Right. Fucking. Now." He punctuated each word like he was spitting bullets.

"Okay! Blaine smiled, but he was still scared. " I- I, um. Okay, I never lived in New York. I live in Westerville, with my parents, and I. . .Fuck," He paused to take a breath, face crumbling. "Fuck. Kurt, Im so sorry." Blaine started sobbing, putting his face in his hands and shaking his head. Watching Blaine cry made Kurt heart tighten slightly.

"Tell me why, please." Kurt croaked, sounding broken.

"I didnt think you would like me like this, Kurt." Blaine practically yelled. "Im a boring, stuffy rich kid who enjoys doing crossword puzzles." Blaine gestured to where he put down the book, running a hand through his hair. Kurt felt like laughing, but his face stayed stoic.

"You are interesting, Kurt. Youre different. You deserve better than some fucked up rich kid." Blaine sounded defeated. Hell, he was defeated. He looked like a deflated balloon, sad and pitiful, it almost made Kurt stop hating him.

"Im still mad at you," Kurt scolded, Blaines back hit the red wall of the dorm room. "I dont think Ill ever stop being mad at you." He grabbed Blaine by the lapels of his uniform, pushing him roughly against the wall.

"But I fucking love you, you asshole."

And they kissed roughly, before Kurt let him go.

Maybe a new school wasnt all that bad, maybe it was the worst thing that ever happened to him. He wasnt in the place to tell yet. All he knew was that he never wanted to stop kissing that boy.