A/N: Hey guys! This is my first attempt at this so any feedback is muchly appreciated. :)

Chapter 1

"I can't believe it! We're done! We are really, truly, done!" Kurt shouted excitedly, as he and Blaine walked out, hand in hand, of the front doors of McKinley High for the last time. Blaine had graduated from Dalton the week before, so he decided to come with Kurt on his last day. It was all he could do to not burst out of his skin. It was their very last day of high school, and Kurt couldn't wait for his real life to begin. His life with Blaine.

Blaine could feel the tremors of Kurt's excitement in his hand, and all the way up his arm where it made contact with Kurt's. "Go on," Blaine smiled indulgently, releasing his boyfriend's hand. Kurt ran ahead, jumping in sheer glee, and executing a few of his famous high kicks to burn up some of his pent-up energy. He received more than a few glances from other students milling around, but most of them grinned knowingly. Blaine loved watching Kurt; it was one of his favourite things to do these days. He could spend hours a day watching him: Kurt excited, Kurt contemplative, Kurt singing, Kurt sleeping…

"Ooh, Blaine, I've been looking for you!" Blaine turned at the sound of his name to see Rachel coming towards him. He laughed at the sight of her ponytail dancing around behind her as she trotted down the steps.

"Hey Rache, what's up?"

"Last night I was looking at my syllabus for next year and I noticed one Professor Anderson teaches Music Theory, and I was wondering if, by chance, you might be related?"

Blaine chuckled, rolling his eyes, "Rachel, we just finished our last day of high school, and you are already worrying about next year?" He wasn't surprised, that was typical Rachel Berry. He glanced over to see Mercedes had found Kurt, and the two of them were holding hands, still jumping around.

She stared at him blankly, "Of course. Aren't you? There is so much to do, and so little time. In fact I've already began compiling a list of-"

"Relax," Blaine said, putting his arm around over her shoulders, "We have all summer."

Rachel huffed at being interrupted, then relaxed slightly. "Well, are you at least going to answer my question?"

"To my knowledge, I do not have any relatives that teach at NYU," he answered. With his arm still around Rachel, he steered them towards Kurt and Mercedes, who were now joined by Puck, Britney, and Santana. The three of them were in an odd sort of relationship that seemed to work out for them surprisingly well. Santana was still in love with Britney, and was accepting of the fact that Britney was bisexual. Puck on the other hand had absolutely no qualms about sharing his bed with 'two smoking hot babes' as he put it.

"Who's ready to party it up tonight?" Puck said, as they joined the group.

"I know I am," replied Mercedes. "I'm ready to get my drank on!"

"I'm so excited!" said Kurt. "You are going to look amazing in that dress we picked out."

"Hey guys!" Finn called as he made his way towards the gang. Blaine moved his arm from Rachel's shoulders so she could go hug her boyfriend. Kurt automatically filled the empty space at Blaine's side, placing his hand on Blaine's hip, and Blaine mirrored the movement, leaning in to his boyfriend. Finn joined the group, his arms around Rachel's stomach and her head tucked under his chin. "What're we talking about?"

"Oh, nothing, just the totally awesome party going down tonight," Blaine said, grinning.

"Hey man, thanks again for offering up your house," Finn said to Blaine. The whole party was the brain-child of Rachel and Kurt, but since Blaine had the biggest house of anyone in the group, and his parents were off somewhere in Europe, it was a no-brainer.

"Yeah, no problem. Listen, I look forward to seeing you all later, but Kurt and I have a few errands to run for tonight."

"Finn and I will be over in a couple of hours to help set up," Rachel said.

"Sounds good." With that, Blaine and Kurt depart, leaving the rest of the group to discuss the upcoming event.

"Babe, your outfit is fine, quit fussing," Blaine chided, playfully slapping Kurt's hand away from his tie.

"Just fine?" Kurt scoffed, raising an eyebrow.

"Babe, your outfit is amazing, outstanding, and exceptional, just like you." He leaned in for a quick kiss.

"Better." The two boys were in Kurt's room, alone in the Hummel/Hudson house. They had just stopped in quickly with the intention of picking up the outfit, but Kurt insisted that he had to try it on again to make sure he didn't forget anything. And Blaine wasn't exaggerating; Kurt, as always, was dressed to impress. From his shiny black calf-height boots, to his silky teal button-up shirt with a skinny black tie, not to mention his perfectly sculpted hair. And, of course, Blaine couldn't forget, as Kurt spun before the mirror, the ungodly tight skinny jeans that perfectly displayed his boyfriend's amazing legs… and ass. A groan slipped out of Blaine's mouth before he could stop it.

"Something wrong?" Kurt asked, concerned, still fidgeting with his tie.

"Not at all," Blaine growled, coming up behind him, grabbing his hips. They made eye contact in the mirror, and Kurt could see the hunger and lust in the other boy's hazel eyes. The taller boy made an "o" of surprise with his lips, which quickly turned into a smirk when he realized this reaction was because of his clothing choice; the exact reaction he was looking for. Kurt always knew how to get what he wanted out of Blaine.

Blaine twirled Kurt around to face him and, grabbing Kurt's tie to pull him closer, crushed their lips together. Kurt parted his lips eagerly and Blaine drove his tongue in, tasting, exploring, and Kurt's tongue responded in kind. Blaine grabbed Kurt's face with both hands, forcing the kiss even deeper, while Kurt's hands snaked under Blaine's t-shirt, running up the rippling muscles of his back, dragging his nails lightly on the way back down. The added stimulation forced another groan from Blaine's mouth, so Kurt, encouraged by the sexy sound, did it again, slightly harder. "Ungh, Kurt." Blaine broke away from the kiss, only to move his mouth down to the soft, pale skin of Kurt's neck, and his hands to work at loosening the boy's tie. Once he got rid of the tie, his fingers began working on the buttons of Kurt's shirt, still nibbling and sucking on his neck.

"Be careful with the shirt, it's Marc Jacobs," Kurt whined, "and if you give me a hickey I will kill you, Anderson." Blaine chuckled, and the vibrations cause Kurt to whimper in pleasure, all thoughts of shirts and hickeys leaving his mind, leaving room only for Blaine. Kurt slid his hands up Blaine's back again, this time with the intent of removing the only layer of clothing left between their skin. With this accomplished, Kurt led them towards his bed, where they fell upon it, Kurt on top of Blaine, smothering him with kisses. Suddenly, Kurt pulled away, staring into his lover's eyes with a strange smile on his face. "Blaine."

"Yeah, baby?"

"Blaine, I'm ready." Those three words sent Blaine's mind reeling, and all of the blood that wasn't already there straight to his groin. Even though the boys had been together for a year and a half by now, they had yet to cross that final boundary. The timing and place had never felt right, but it did for Kurt now. However, Blaine still hadn't said anything, and a worried look crept into Kurt's blue eyes. "I mean… If you're not… It's totally fine…"

"Kurt," Blaine panted, "Oh God, Kurt!" He pulled Kurt down on top of him, kissing him ferociously, and then rolled on top of Kurt, grinding their hips together, forcing a mewling sound from Kurt's lips, and an "ungh" from Blaine's. "Oh God, I am so ready." The two broke apart to hastily remove the rest of their clothing, and in record time were back on the bed. Blaine had Kurt pinned beneath him and kissed him deeply on the mouth one more time before moving lower. He laid kisses all down Kurt's lovely neck, stopping to lick the spot where he had, indeed, left a hickey. Further, onto his chest, where he took time to nibble each of Kurt's sensitive nipples, causing Kurt to moan and buck up against him. Down more, laying kisses all down his boyfriend's tight stomach, following the treasure trail of brown hair, until at last he reached the treasure. He licked a line from Kurt's sac all the way up the underside of his cock to the head before taking the whole thing in his mouth and throat. This was no small feat, Kurt was hung, but they had practised this part often enough, that Blaine managed it with ease. Kurt moaned as his whole length was enveloped by the warm hole of Blaine's mouth. Blaine eased back to perform his tongue rolling move that caused Kurt's eyes to roll back in his head, before proceeding to move his head up and down in Kurt's lap. Kurt curled his fingers into his boyfriend's dark mass of curls, pulling slightly, which excited Blaine, making him move faster.

"Oh God. Blaine. I need. Oh God." Blaine, not stopping his mouth, reached his hand up to Kurt's mouth. Kurt took to fingers into his mouth, sucking greedily, coating them with saliva. Blaine brought his hand back down, positioning his fingers at Kurt's entrance.

"Are you ready?" Blaine paused his ministrations on Kurt's cock just long enough to ask. Kurt just nodded, his blue eyes wild with need. Blaine wrapped his lips around Kurt once more, sucking hard, while simultaneously sliding one finger into Kurt's hole. Kurt gasped wordlessly, trying to restrain his hips from bucking into his boyfriend's face. The two boys were completely oblivious to everything else until—

-The bedroom door swung open. "Kurt said I could borrow a ti—" Finn stopped, shocked, as he took in the scene before him. Everybody was frozen. Finn couldn't breathe. It wasn't the first time he had walked in on his brother and Blaine, but compared to this those incidents were completely innocent. His brother's dick was in Blaine's mouth! And wait, what? Was Blaine's finger up his ass?

"FINN!" Kurt shrieked, breaking the silence.

"Fuck, shit, FUCK!" Finn yelled, turning around and squeezing his eyes shut. Blaine hastily removed his mouth from Kurt's member, the suction creating a popping sound that would have been amusing under different circumstances.

"What's wrong?" Rachel cried, running down the hallway. "Oh!" Her brown eyes widened dramatically as she took in the boys' compromising positions.

Blaine, belatedly realizing his finger was still in Kurt's ass, removed it, then grabbed Kurt's comforter that was balled up at the end of the bed, and lay back beside Kurt, covering the two of them up. "Uh, hey guys," he said, unsuccessfully attempting nonchalance. Kurt pulled the covers up over his head and curled up to Blaine in fetal position.

"Uh, hi." Rachel was also going to pretend that it wasn't awkward. "Umm, Finn, why don't you go downstairs?" Finn bolted before Rachel was even done saying the words. "Could I, uh…" She pointed at Kurt's wardrobe. "Could I grab a tie for Finn?"

"Yeah, no problem," Blaine replied. He watched as Rachel walked to the dresser and blindly grabbed a tie. She's lucky Kurt doesn't own any ugly ties, Blaine thought absently as he watched Rachel back out of the room, glancing at the bed and blushing. Was it his imagination, or was Rachel looking turned on right now?

"So… I guess I'll see you guys later." Rachel closed the door behind her.

Blaine tucked his head under the blanket to find Kurt balled up, with his hands covering his face. Blaine gently pulled his hands away, kissing his lover on the forehead. "They're gone," he whispered, "it's safe to come out now."

"Oh. My. God… I. Could just. Die." Blaine chuckled slightly at his boyfriend's dramatics. "You think this is funny? This is not funny."

"Babe, it's okay."

"It is most certainly not okay. Finn is my brother. And you were—your finger—and he saw everything." Blaine wondered absently if this reaction had anything to do with the crush Kurt confessed to having on his step-brother a couple of years ago.

"Listen." Blaine waited until Kurt met his eyes. "I love you." Kurt tilted his head down and looked away. Blaine knew it was from embarrassment, not lack of feeling, that caused Kurt to respond like this, but it still hurt. He placed a knuckle under Kurt's chin, gently pushing his head up to meet his eyes again. "I love you," he prodded.

"iloveyoutoo," Kurt mumbled.

"We are two people who love each other, doing what people who love each other do. There is nothing to be embarrassed about."

Kurt sighed, and pushed the blanket off of their heads. "I love you," he said, with a lot more feeling this time.

"I love you too," Blaine grinned. "Now come on, we have a party to get ready for."