“Anderson,” Puck says, leaning backward against the couch from his position on the floor. “Truth or Dare?”

Kurt's not entirely sure how he got talked into playing this game, or hell, how he'd even ended up at the party tonight. Rachel had wanted to “experience life” so she could write songs for Regionals coming up and Kurt had had every intention of skipping it until Finn had begged him to come along and be the designated driver. Which is probably a good thing, considering Finn's wasted state at the moment. Kurt sighs and turns to look at Blaine Anderson, who is letting the sleeves of his black leather jacket cover his hands as he considers his options.

Kurt has no idea what Blaine's even doing at this party – he'd shown up with Puck and a twelve pack of beer and had pretty much kept to himself all evening. It's then that Blaine locks eyes with Kurt and Kurt can't help but look away, blushing. He's kind of had a crush on Blaine since the boy started at McKinley a month ago. He's never been able to get up the nerve to speak to Blaine though – not to mention that Blaine's consistently in trouble. Mouthing off, starting fights, and more Kurt's pretty sure he doesn't want to know anything about.

Sometimes he thinks he feels Blaine's eyes on him but Kurt usually just chalks it up to his imagination. There's no way someone as gorgeous and intense as Blaine Anderson would ever look at Kurt Hummel twice. Not to mention, Kurt's not entirely sure Blaine is even gay.

“Dare,” Blaine finally says, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. Kurt can't help but look at Blaine in surprise, even thought it shouldn't be one – of course Blaine Anderson picked dare.

“Okay,” Puck replies, rubbing his hands together with a grin on his face. “I dare you... to choose someone in the circle and play 'Too Hot' with them.”

There were some hoots and hollers in the group from those that obviously knew what the game was, but Kurt saw some confused faces and knew his was one of them

“What's 'Too Hot?'” he finds himself asking, looking from Blaine and Puck and back.

“Well,” Blaine says, and Kurt kind of can't breathe for a second because this is the first time Blaine Anderson has ever spoken to him. “It's a game where two people kiss and the only thing that can be touching is their lips. If one of them touches the other, then the one who was touched gets to whatever they want to the one who did the touching.”

Kurt can feel his face flaming all through Blaine's explanation.

“You gonna do the dare or not, Anderson?” Santana asks, sounding impatient. “Some of us wants to get our turn.”

“Yeah, I'm gonna,” Blaine answers, looking around the group with a calculating eye. He can see some of the girls shifting around like they might hope he'll pick them and most of the guys just look uncomfortable.

“Just pick someone,” Santana snaps. She's kind of a cranky drunk, Kurt's finding. Earlier, she'd been sobbing her eyes out, so he really didn't know what to make of her.

“Okay,” Blaine says, standing up. “I pick... Kurt.”

Kurt thinks this might be what having a stroke feels like.

His entire body has gone numb and he's not sure if he's actually still breathing air. There's just a whooshing sound in his ears and spots dancing in front of his eyes. Mercedes is nudging him and cracking up laughing on his left and Rachel is staring at him wide-eyed on his right.

“Well,” Blaine says, looking down at him with a smirk. “You game, Hummel?”

He thinks he squeaks out a reply as he staggers to his feet, his heart beating rapidly. Maybe he's crazy for going through with this, but he's about to get his first kiss from Blaine Anderson and he'd have to be insane to turn that down, even if it is in front of the entire glee club. Kurt can see the surprise and what looks like maybe pride in Blaine's eyes as he moves to stand in front of him.

“Remember,” Blaine murmurs, “if you touch me, I win.”

“What do I get if you touch me?” Kurt finds himself asking, even though he knows the answer because Blaine just explained the game. He can't look away from Blaine's eyes and it's like everyone in the room has disappeared except for him and Blaine.

“You get to do whatever you want,” Blaine whispers, “to me.” He drops his gaze to Kurt's lips and that's all the warning Kurt gets before Blaine's kissing him.

The first touch of their lips is like touching a live wire. A spark starts where their mouths are joined and runs through Kurt's body at top speed. It shoots down his spine and jolts down his arms before searing it's way down into his legs and ohgod, he's getting hard from this and it's just a kiss.

He doesn't have time to think about that though because Blaine is deepening the kiss, his tongue begging for entrance against Kurt's lips and Kurt instinctively opens his mouth, all logical thought and reason gone from his head.

Kurt whimpers when their tongues touch, Blaine dominating his mouth and he feels his knees start to buckle.

He doesn't mean to do it.

He can't remember giving his arms permission to move.

He does though and Kurt finds himself gripping Blaine's leather clad arms tightly in his hands.

He pulls away from the kiss with gasp, letting go of Blaine's arms as if he's been burned, amidst the cheers and catcalls of his friends. He can only stare at Blaine with wide eyes.

“Guess that means I win,” Blaine practically growls, and Kurt can't help the shiver that goes through him.

He has no idea what's about to happen and it's both the most terrifying and absolute hottest moment of his life.

Blaine winks at everyone as he takes Kurt by the hand and leads him toward the staircase

“Where are you two going?” Rachel demands with a shriek.

“To the victor go the spoils,” Blaine says and then he pulls Kurt up the basement stairs.

*

“Thank God Berry has a guest room,” Blaine mutters, still leading Kurt by the hand as they stop in said room. “I can't imagine trying to do anything in the Strawberry Shortcake sex palace.” He points over his shoulder with his thumb to Rachel's bedroom door behind them.

Kurt's tongue tied and flustered and he has no idea what's about to happen. It's scary and exciting and he's never been more turned on in his life. Now if he could just keep from passing out from the lack of oxygen to his brain...

“Kurt?” Blaine's voice registers and Kurt stares at him, wide eyed. “You okay?”

Kurt somehow manages a nod but that must not have been enough for Blaine.

“Hey,” Blaine whispers softly, pulling Kurt to him. “We don't have to do anything. Those losers downstairs can just think we did.”

“I...” Kurt tries to speak – he wants Blaine, wants him badly and this might be his only shot. “I... agreed to play. I... I knew what I was getting into.”

“You're not drunk, are you?” Blaine asks, his fingertips stroking along Kurt's cheek. His eyes close of their own volition and he shakes his head.

“Designated driver,” he manages to get out. “You?” Kurt wants to know, opening his eyes.

Blaine smiles, an actual smile and Kurt wonders if it's medically possible for his heart to skip a beat.

“I don't think anyone's ever cared to ask me that before,” he says, and Kurt can't help but think about what kind of experiences Blaine's had and oh, god, Kurt has no idea what he's doing. He doesn't actually get a chance to vocalize that, thank goodness, because Blaine's lips are on his again and he's lost in the overwhelming sensation that creates.

Kurt feels like he's vibrating everywhere, like his skin is singing under Blaine's touch – because now that he can touch, Blaine is taking full advantage. His hands are all over – Kurt's arms, abdomen, even his ass. All Kurt can do is hold on, somehow managing to get his arms around Blaine's neck, his hands drifting up into Blaine's hair, his fingers loosening the gel holding it down.

It's too much and not enough all at once.

Blaine shuffles his feet, nudging Kurt backward until he can feel the bed brushing the back of his knees. He sinks down onto it automatically, breaking the kiss. Kurt stares up at Blaine mesmerized by the desire he sees in Blaine's eyes. It's so intense he has to look away, and it takes him a second to realize he's eye level with Blaine's obviously interested cock – Blaine's pants leave nothing to the imagination.

His face burns bright red and Blaine's smirking at him like he knows every thought that's passing through Kurt's brain right then.

“Do you know,” Blaine begins, his voice low and deep, “how hard it was to keep my hands off you downstairs?” He leans down, placing a hand on the bed. Kurt slides back an inch, biting his lip to keep from moaning at Blaine's words. The idea of Blaine hearing him make that noise is mortifying.

Blaine's like a cat on the prowl, crawling over him on the bed until Kurt's flat on his back, his head on one of the flowery pillowcases the Berrys use in their guest room. Blaine is hovering above him, his hazel eyes dark.

“God,” Blaine practically moans, leaning down and licking a stripe a long Kurt's neck. Kurt gasps and clutches Blaine's arm in reply. “I really could do anything I wanted and you'd let me, wouldn't you?”

Kurt doesn't answer that, and it's not exactly true because there are some things he knows he's not ready for, but at that moment he's pretty sure he's going to let Blaine get away with a lot.

Blaine doesn't seem to need a reply, going back to work on Kurt's neck with his lips and teeth and tongue and Kurt's probably going to have a hickey but he doesn't even care at his point. He's gasping loudly in Blaine's ear, and concentrating on trying not to rock his hips up against Blaine. He's so hard he's aching.

“You don't know how long I've wanted to do this,” Blaine murmurs in his ear.

“What?” Kurt gasps, turning his head so he can look at Blaine's face. Blaine looks kind of sheepish and not at all like the 'bad boy' Kurt's using to staring at.

“Ever since my first day,” Blaine tells him in a low voice, nipping at the skin along Kurt's collarbone. “You've been the subject of many a masturbatory fantasy.”

Kurt does moan then and Blaine lets out a delighted chuckle.

“So here's what I'm thinking,” Blaine says, running a finger lightly over Kurt's kiss swollen lips. “The rules say I can do whatever I want to you.”

Kurt practically trembles at Blaine's words. He wants... hell, he just wants.

“What I want most,” Blaine keeps talking, slipping his leather jacket off and tossing into the armchair tucked into the corner of the room. “Is to make you fall apart. To make you come with my name on your lips.”

Kurt can't actually believe the words that are coming out of Blaine's mouth. They're hot and shocking and Kurt knows he's turning bright red again. His experiences with porn were definitely nothing like this and usually end with him being too embarrassed and horrified to continue watching.

Why had no one ever told him how amazing this could be?

“What do you think about that?” Blaine asks, moving so that he's kneeling between Kurt's legs from the almost straddle he had been doing.

Kurt can just barely force himself to nod because that sounds incredible, and he can't quite bring himself to put that into words.

The nod is all it takes though – Blaine's pressing against him now, kissing him desperately, rocking his hips into Kurt's. Kurt could feel the Blaine's cock pressing against him and he cries out in surprise. The intense pleasure washes over him then but he doesn't get to ride along its wave – Blaine's pulling back, tackling the buttons on Kurt's red dress shirt and muttering under his breath about Kurt's fashion choices.

Kurt lets out a whimper at the feel of Blaine's fingers trailing lightly over the bit of skin he's managed to reveal.

“If I didn't know how important your clothes are to you,” Blaine tells him, smirking again, “I'd rip it open and to hell with it.”

Kurt stares at him with wide eyes for a second and that's when he knows he's a goner – he'll never be the same again after this night because Blaine Anderson just threatened to destroy an article of his clothes and Kurt doesn't even care (if he's honest, part of him wants Blaine to do it).

The shirt is removed and flung... somewhere, but Blaine's groan at the site of Kurt's undershirt makes him giggle.

“You and your layers,” Blaine mutters. He pulls at the undershirt and Kurt has to sit almost all the way up before Blaine can work it over his head. “Covering this up should be considered a crime.”

Blaine's mouth is on his newly exposed skin before he can blink – lips coasting along the pale skin of his chest, devoting attention to his nipples (which Kurt hadn't even known was a thing for him), before sinking his teeth into the delicate flesh of his abdomen and biting down hard enough to make a mark. Kurt's shocked cry rings out through the room and Blaine just licks the tender spot with his tongue, making Kurt shiver.

Blaine takes that moment to pause and whip his shirt off over his head. Kurt actually gasps in shock and stares – as many times as he's imagined what Blaine looks like under his clothes, Kurt's never come close to doing him justice.

“Like what you see?” Blaine asks, a teasing grin in place.

“You know I do,” Kurt manages to get out, a touch of aggravation in his voice. He hates that Blaine can wind him up with just his words and the tone of his voice, not to mention what he'd done with his mouth and his hands.

“Feisty,” Blaine chuckles. “I like that.”

Blaine's mouth is back to plundering his again, and Kurt goes with it, his hands cautiously exploring Blaine skin. He's pressed up against Kurt, no room to spare between them and Kurt can feel all of Blaine. It's a heady realization when Kurt figures out that Blaine in this state because of him.

Blaine's half naked in the guest room of Rachel Berry's house, his cock hard as a rock – and it's all because of him.

Blaine nibbles on Kurt's neck and hits a spot that has Kurt arching his back and biting his lip to keep from keening loudly. It's enough to set Blaine off though, and Blaine rocks his hips against Kurt's.

“Oh,” Kurt exhales, pleasure sparking at the feeling of their cocks brushing together, even through layers of clothes. Blaine goes kind of wild then, thrusting hard and fast and Kurt can barely keep up with the sensations shooting through him. Blaine grabs his wrists, holding them above Kurt's head and using them for leverage. Kurt can't hardly move except to meet Blaine's every thrust with his own and it's somehow made this even more intense.

“Blaine, Blaine, Blaine,” he chants under his breath as Blaine bites down on the skin at the juncture of Kurt's neck and shoulder and that's all it takes - Kurt comes hard, his hips jerking and a tear or two slipping from his eyes because it feels so good and he can't take it. Blaine groans slows down, working Kurt through his orgasm slowly before thrusting one last time and burying his face into Kurt's neck as comes, trembling.

They lay there in silence for a few moments and then Kurt looks down at Blaine.

“What are you going to do with me now?” he whispers. He has no idea what to do in this situation and finds himself holding his breath as he waits for the answer.

Blaine just smirks.

“Anything I want.”