A/N

What with all the spoilers going around for episode 03x05 "First Time", I simply had to write down my head-canon for this.

I may continue with another chapter later on as I have several more head-canons running around in my head for this including Kurtofsky moments and smut!

Stay posted and don't forget to review! Enjoy!

They stumbled out of the bar laughing hysterically, Blaine's arm slung over Kurt's shoulder, forcing the other to bend to his boyfriend's weight.

"Did you see that trucker guy's dancing?" Kurt was saying, hardly able to breathe with laughter. "It was worse than Finn's!" he was slowly steering Blaine, who was having difficulty remaining upright, let alone walking a straight line, towards the car.

Blaine was barking with laughter as he clung to Kurt, attempting to remain on his feet. "My god, I know." gaining a little more composure, he pulled himself up via Kurt's shoulder and looked the taller boy seriously in the eye. "You know what?"

"What?" Kurt was chuckling at Blaine's slurred speech.

"That was so much fun." Blaine sputtered enthusiastically, reaching up to grab Kurt's face with his hands. "So much fun."

Kurt leaned away from his boyfriend with a smile pushing him lightly on the chest playfully. "Blaine, you smell like a hobo." he laughed.

Blaine grinned up at Kurt and turned towards the car, keys in his hand. "Wait, Blaine!" Blaine turned, stumbling as he did so. Kurt walked over to steady him and took the keys from his boyfriend. "I'm driving. You're too far gone to get in the drivers seat."

Blaine snatched playfully after the keys as Kurt held them out of reach. "Is that so?" he said with a grin.

"Yes, you booze hound," Kurt bumped Blaine with his hip. "Now get in the car."

Blaine smirked up at Kurt, the look in his eyes suddenly changing. "So demanding, Kurt! I like that." he grabbed roughly at Kurt's waist, hooking his fingers in the other boy's belt loop and pulling him close. "You love telling me what to do, don't you?"

Kurt fell, surprised, into Blaine's grip. "Blaine –" he began to say, but Blaine cut him off with a rough kiss. Relaxing, Kurt gave into the kiss and the secure hold of Blaine's arms, parting his mouth in a sigh of desire that was returned with equal passion by the other boy. Running his hands up Blaine's chest and arms, Kurt's fingers found themselves entangled in Blaine's hair and he ran his tongue around eagerly in the other boy's mouth, pressing himself tightly into his body.

Blaine pulled from Kurt away with a lustful sigh and grinned mischievously up at him. Tugging him from the waist, he backed towards the car and opened the door to the back seat. Kurt bit gently at Blaine's lip before Blaine backed into the car, pulling Kurt in with him, and began placing kisses up and down his jawline.

"Oh Blaine," Kurt whispered as he attempted to form a coherent sentence. "What if? See, or something?"

Blaine chuckled and smirked once more at Kurt, propped up onto an elbow as Kurt lay half on top of him. Looking Kurt directly in the eye, Blaine reached down towards Kurt's pants, palming his way down to the firmness that was Kurt's erection. Rubbing and palming his way around it he raised an eyebrow at Kurt. "Do you really care about anyone else right now?" Kurt, eyes stuck to Blaine's and speechless, shook his head. Blaine thrust his hips up to Kurt's; pulling Kurt down to bite and suck on an earlobes, and whispered hotly into his ear "Do you really want to stop?". Kurt sighed lustfully and gave in, grinding his hips down into Blaine's as he straddled him, sucking light bruises into his collarbone. "No, Blaine. I don't ever want to stop." Blaine ran a tongue down Kurt's jaw line and muttered "Good boy." before forcing Kurt into another deep kiss.

Kurt gasped, grinding his body down against Blaine's with desperation, thrusting his hands into Blaine's curls as Blaine bit at his lip and returned the friction with equal desperation. Blaine moved his hands up and down Kurt's body and he sucked at his collarbone, his neck his ear, making the other boy moan and gasp with pleasure. Pushing Kurt upright, he moved his hands down to the bulge in Kurt's pants, one hand palming friction, the other pulling at Kurt's belt, undoing it with determination.

Kurt froze. "Blaine –" he said, voice trembling with desire. "Blaine, stop."

Blaine stopped, looking up at Kurt with an expression that was both hurt and hungry with lust. "What? Did I do something wrong?"

Kurt frowned at his boyfriend's drunken slur. "You're drunk, Blaine."

Blaine collapsed back onto the seat. "You've been drinking, too." he said pointedly, still staring hungrily at Kurt's bulge. "Come on. You know that you want this as much as I do."

With a sigh, Kurt began tucking his shirt back into his pants. "Yes, Blaine. I do. I really do. But not here. Not like this." Blaine was pouting, clearly exasperated with his boyfriend's behaviour. "Look," Kurt said firmly. "This is going to happen, okay? But I want it to happen when we're both sober." He opened the car door and proceeded to exit. "When you can remember it in the morning."

Blaine sat up, following Kurt out of the car. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he muttered with frustration.

Kurt froze, turning slowly to face his boyfriend. "What's wrong with me? What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Angrily he strode over to Blaine. "Since when did you," he pushed a finger into Blaine's chest, "get to ask me something like that?" Pressing his finger again into Blaine's chest, his voice began to rise. "Me!" he breathed angrily. "I should be asking what's wrong with you. Trying to start something like that drunk. In a car. In a friggin' car park, for gods sake!" he had thrown his hands up in the air and walked around in a circle in frustration.

Blaine was standing rigidly in front of Kurt, hands balling into fists as his face flushed. "Sorry, then!" he yelled back with equal frustration. "I'm sorry that I was trying to be spontaneous and, and fun."

Kurt whirled around angrily. "You call this spontaneous and fun? You call taking away my virginity spontaneous and fun? You think that's what this should be?" he was jabbing his finger angrily again. "I have never felt this way about anyone before, Blaine. This overwhelming love, the lust." he turned away and walked back to the car. "I love you, Blaine. But I'm not going to let something like that, something that should be beautiful and magical, I'm not going to let that happen here while you're drunk." He opened a car door and turned to Blaine. "Get in the car, Blaine. We're going home."

Blaine was shaking with hurt from the rejection and anger at Kurt's tone. "No," he replied. "No, I don't think I will."

Kurt glared at Blaine. "Get in the car, Blaine." he repeated dangerously.

"No!" Blaine shouted. "I won't. You think you can just reject me like that and drive me home? You think I'm just going to take that sitting down?"

"I expect you," Kurt said. "To be reasonable. I expect you to respect me. I expect you to be able to see how much more this would mean if you were sober, if you could remember it in the morning. I love you, Blaine, and as much as you may - as I may - want this now, I know that we'd regret it later. Now, let me take you home."

Blaine shook his head, rationality clouded by the alcohol and raw emotion. "I think I'll find another way home, thanks." he spat the words out bitterly. Turning on his heel, he began walking away.

"Blaine!" Kurt yelled after him. "Blaine, come back!" But it was too late, Blaine was striding into the distance. Tears streaming down his face, Kurt got into the car and rested his head against the steering wheel. "Come back," he whispered as the tears fell steadily onto his lap.

"Come back."