Blaine loved going to concerts like this. The building was dark and dingy, and the music thrummed loudly in his ears. The heat of hundreds of other bodies crammed into the tight space, dancing along to the music, not caring if anyone bumped into them. He felt like this was where he belonged.

The only thing that could make this night better was if he had a cigarette. He hadn't been able to afford any since he'd moved out of his parents house three months ago, the day he turned eighteen. His job didn't pay so well, and he'd rather spend his money on stuff like this. Concerts. Ways to get out for a little while and just enjoy life. But he'd been smoking for a good three years or so now, on and off, and he was pretty sure this was the longest he'd gone without a cigarette.

He closed his eyes, moving along with the music, letting the vibrations of the drums sink into his bones. He took a deep breath, trying to forget about the sudden need for a cigarette that had suddenly hit him, but he should have known, in an environment like this, that there would be smoke everywhere, filling his nose each time he took a breath in.

The crowd began to cheer loudly, their screams ringing in his ears and snapping him out of his daze. The concert must be over. He was a little confused, because he was pretty sure they were only halfway through their set a minute ago.

He walked outside into the cold late-fall New York air, wrapping his leather jacket around himself a little tighter, shielding himself from the gust of wind that blew past him as he opened the doors.

He turned right, ready to walk back to his tiny broken down apartment, but stopped when he saw a young man, about his age, smoking a cigarette. He was wearing black jeans that were ripped all up and down the legs, and a tight-fitting black leather jacket with silver studs around the collar and on the shoulders.

Blaine wasn't out. Would probably never be out. But he was 100% gay, and there was no way he was passing up the chance to talk to this guy. And also get a cigarette in the process.

He walked over to the man, taking note of his spiky brown hair, and his piercing blue eyes. He was actually gorgeous.

"Hey. Can I bum a cigarette off you?" He asked.

The other man's head snapped up from where he was gazing down at his shoes, he shrugged, "Sure. Why not?" He reached into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and removing one, handing it to Blaine, "Need a light?"

"Yeah, actually. Haven't been carrying mine around lately." Blaine said, and the other man handed him the lighter. "Blaine, by the way." he lit the cigarette.

"Kurt." The other man said, taking his lighter back and shaking Blaine's hand.

Blaine took a drag of the cigarette, breathing the smoke into his lungs before letting it out with a slow, calm breath.

"Been a while?" Kurt asked.

"Hm?"

"Been a while since you've had a cigarette?"

"Oh. Yeah." Blaine confirmed. "Haven't been able to afford them lately. Thanks." He said, holding the cigarette up to be sure Kurt knew what he was thanking him for.

"No problem. I'm trying to cut back."

Blaine hummed in response, taking another drag of the cigarette.

"So, did you enjoy the concert?"

"Absolutely. You?"

"Duh. It was bitchin'. I haven't been out like this in a while. Been busy working."

Blaine nodded, he knew that feeling. He tried to always keep time to get out and get to concerts, though. They were one of the few joys in his life.

He liked how easily he and Kurt could talk to each other. He hadn't made any friends since he'd moved to New York, and he needed some.

"Hey, Kurt, I know we just met, and maybe you'd rather just get going, but I've got a really great Sex Pistols album at home, and it's more fun listening to it with a friend. Care to join me?"

"You know what? I'd actually love to." Kurt said, smiling at him.

"Great." Blaine smiled back. "I just live, like, two blocks from here. Follow me." He began walking towards his apartment, Kurt following behind him.

They walked along in silence for about a block, before Kurt spoke, "So, Blaine, you lived in New York your whole life?"

Blaine finished his cigarette, dropping it to the ground a snubbing it out with the toe of his boot, "No, actually. I'm from Ohio originally. I just moved here about three months ago. What about you?"

"Mm." he nodded. "Been in New York my whole life, personally. Can't bring myself to leave. I love the thrum of city life."

"I'm with you there." Blaine said, as they arrived out front of his apartment. "And here we are." he gestured to the front of the building, "It's not much, but..It's home. Come on, I live on the top floor. There's no elevator, so we have to take the stairs."

"Eh, I need to lose a few pounds anyway." Kurt teased.

Blaine refrained from telling him that, No, he didn't need to lose a few pounds. He was perfect.

He walked up the ten flights of steps that led to his apartment, pulling out his key and unlocking the door. Kurt followed him inside. If he'd known he was going to have company, he would have cleaned up a bit. He had some dirty clothes lying around on the floor, and dirty dishes in the sink, but it could have been worse.

"Nice place you've got here." Kurt said, and Blaine couldn't tell if he was teasing him, or if he was serious.

"Thanks." He said, noncommittally. "You want anything to drink?"

"Just some water, would be nice."

"Sure thing." Blaine said, walking over to his sink and filling up two glasses with water. He walked back over to Kurt, handing him a glass.

"Thanks."

"No problem. Let's listen to this Sex Pistols record, shall we?" Blaine suggested.

"Hell yes!"

Blaine walked over to his record player, grabbing his Sex Pistols record off the shelf and putting it into his record player. Kurt had followed him over and was now leaning up against his wall casually. His arm that was not attached to the hand holding his water was above his head, and his shirt was riding up so Blaine could see just a tiny sliver of his milk white skin, just above his hip. The music began to play, and Blaine took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

Apparently it didn't work, however, because not two seconds later he was pinning Kurt against the wall, kissing him fiercely. And he shouldn't be doing this. Didn't know if Kurt was gay, or how he'd react. But all worries fled from Blaine's mind when Kurt began kissing him back, matching him in fierceness, dropping his glass of water to the floor and wrapping his arms around Blaine's neck, tangling in is hair.

Blaine should probably stop; Clean up the water and broken glass that were now under their feet, but he didn't care. He just scooted them over slightly, so they weren't at risk of stepping on the glass, and pinned Kurt to the wall even harder, their bodies flush together.

Kurt untangled his hands from Blaine's hair, shoving Blaine's jacket off his shoulders. Blaine ran his tongue along Kurt's bottom lip begging for entrance, and Kurt complied, opening his mouth, and Blaine thrust his tongue inside, moving it around and just feeling. Memorizing.

He'd fooled around with a couple of guys back in Ohio, but it had never been anything serious. Couldn't be anything serious, because he wasn't out. But it had been ages since he'd even fooled around with a guy, and he could feel himself starting to get hard already.

Kurt tugged on Blaine's hair and he moaned, his hips moving forward just slightly, his hardening cock rubbing up against Kurt's.

"Mm. Blaine." Kurt moaned. He pulled away for a moment, ripping off his own leather jacket and tossing it across the room and out of their way.

Blaine pulled back, looking into Kurt's bright blue eyes, "Can I?" he asked, his fingers gripping the hem of Kurt's white t-shirt gently.

Kurt nodded once, and that was all Blaine needed. He ripped Kurt's shirt off over his head, before removing his own, and tossing them both onto the floor. He leaned back in, kissing all along Kurt's jaw, and down the expanse of his neck. Kurt situated himself so his thigh was between Blaine's legs, rubbing up against his half-hard cock and causing Blaine to moan, long a low.

"Fuck, Kurt." he breathed.

"Do you have...?"

Kurt didn't need to finish his sentence for Blaine to know what he meant, "Yeah. Just...Wait right here."

Blaine walked quickly to his bedroom, grabbing his lube and a condom, and walking back over to Kurt. He set them down next to his record player on the table and attached his lips to Kurt's again, kissing him hard, all tongues and teeth.

He felt Kurt's hand slip down to palm at his erection through his pants for a few moments, before he was moving it up to undo the button with nimble fingers.

"Kurt, please." Blaine whined, and Kurt unzipped his pants, pulling them down quickly, before removing his own pants.

"I want you to fuck me against this wall, Blaine, please." Kurt begged.

Blaine let out a whimper. He was definitely glad he'd picked Kurt to bum a cigarette off of. He nodded, slipping his fingers under the waistband of Kurt's underwear and pulling them down. He reached over to the table, grabbing the lube before coating his fingers with it. He ran one finger round Kurt's entrance as he licked a stripe up Kurt's fully hard erection.

"Fucking hell." Kurt breathed out above him, barely above a whisper.

Blaine took Kurt fully into his mouth at the same time as he thrust his first finger in up to the first knuckle. He waited a moment for Kurt to adjust before thrusting his finger in and out a few times, bobbing his head up and down on Kurt's cock all the while.

He licked the slit, causing Kurt to whine, a high pitched noise that sent shivers down Blaine's spine, and then he pulled off, "More?"

"Mhhm." Kurt nodded.

Blaine pulled his finger out of Kurt's hole before thrusting back in with two, scissoring them, and stretching him out. He added a third finger, thrusting in and out a few times, making sure Kurt was sufficiently stretched and open for him.

"You ready?" Blaine asked, standing up and gripping Kurt's hips as he looked into his eyes.

"Yes." Kurt nodded, breathing heavily, reaching down to pull off Blaine briefs and toss them into the pile with the rest of their clothes. Blaine couldn't be sure, but he thought he heard Kurt let out a gasp upon seeing him. He hoped it was a good gasp.

He grabbed the condom and ripped it open, rolling it on to his leaking cock, before pouring some lube onto his palm, and slicking himself up. He hissed slightly at the feel of his hand moving over his aching cock.

Blaine kissed Kurt again, tickling the roof of his mouth with his tongue, and pumping his fingers in and out of Kurt's hole a few more times, just to be sure he was stretched enough. He then lined his cock up with Kurt's entrance and pushed in slowly, until just the head was inside, and waited for Kurt to adjust to the stretch of it.

"More." Kurt panted. " Blaine, please."

Blaine grabbed Kurt by the hips, gently, but tightly, and hoisted him up, pressing him into the wall, "Wrap your legs around me."

Kurt did as he was told, wrapping his legs around Blaine's waist securely. Blaine thrust his hips forward slowly until his cock was fully sheathed in Kurt's ass.

"Fuck, you're tight." He moaned.

"Or you're huge." Kurt countered.

"Shit, Kurt." Blaine growled. "Let's just go with both, yeah?"

Kurt began to hum in agreement, but it turned into more of a mewl as Blaine thrust out and back in harshly, hitting Kurt's prostate.

"God, Blaine. Do that again."

Blaine pulled his hips back and thrust them forward again, trying to keep them at just the right angle so they hit Kurt's prostate every time. Kurt's legs tightened around Blaine's waist, his heels digging into the muscles of Blaine's back, and causing him the most glorious mixture of pleasure and pain.

"Fuck, Blaine. Don't stop." Kurt begged, his fingers gripping Blaine's biceps so hard they were bound to leave bruises.

Blaine sped up his hips, Kurt moaning high, and clenching tight around him. It was all too much. He wasn't going to last much longer.

He reached down, grabbing Kurt's leaking cock, and jerking him off in time with his thrusts.

"Kurt, I-I'm close."

"Me too." Kurt said, moaning. "Fuck, me too. Oh, God. Don't stop."

Blaine thrust into Kurt hard one, two, three more times, and then he was coming. Filling the condom, and groaning Kurt's name as he threw his head back. His legs wanted to give out, but he couldn't drop Kurt.

He continued to thrust into Kurt, even though he was getting overly sensitive, but he wanted Kurt to come while he was inside of him. He continued jerking Kurt off, running his thumb over the slit, and collecting the pre-come there.

"Come for me, Kurt." He breathed hotly in his ear. "Come on."

"Fuck." Kurt whined, clenching around Blaine's already far too sensitive cock, as he came, spilling out over Blaine's fist, and his own stomach.

Blaine let Kurt down slowly, sinking to the floor along with him. Kurt's head fell back against the wall with a thump.

"Well. This has been an eventful night." Kurt said, laughing breathily.

"I have to agree with you there." Blaine said, grabbing his shirt from their pile of clothes and wiping off his hand before wiping off Kurt's stomach. He then removed the condom and tied it, tossing it in the general direction of the trash, but not really caring if it made it there or not.

"I'd better get going, Blaine. It's late." Kurt said, as he got dressed again.

"Yeah. I need to get some rest. I've got work tomorrow." Blaine replied, putting his underwear and jeans back on.

"On Sunday?" Kurt asked, appalled.

"Awful, huh?"

"I'll say." Kurt said, walking towards the door.

Blaine followed him, and they stood there in silence for a moment, before Kurt opened the door to leave. He leaned in, kissing Blaine on the mouth one last time.

"You going to the Ramones concert next weekend?" Kurt asked.

"I am, in fact"

"Maybe I'll see you there." Kurt said, walking backwards out of Blaine's apartment and winking.

"Maybe you will."