It's been a few months since Kurt and Blaine first had sex.
"Hey, Kurt?" Blaine asked one day.
"Yes, Blaine?" Kurt replied, flipping through his Vogue magazine. When Kurt didn't hear anything coming from the other boy in his room, he looked up. Blaine looked very hesitant and looked down at his homework, but not doing it. "Blaine, what do you want?" He still wouldn't answer. Kurt put down his magazine and got up from his chair, sighing heavily. He sat down on the bed, immediately attaching his lips to Blaine's neck. The other boy moaned as he licked at the spot underneath his ear where he knew he loved.
"Kuuuurt, this isn't fair." He moved his head so Kurt stopped kissing his neck. He groaned in protest, and Blaine smiled at the pout that took over Kurt's face. "I just want to ask you a personal question, but I didn't want to seem stupid." He looked down at the Physics book he didn't want to worry about.
"Blaine, baby, I won't judge you." He kissed Blaine's cheek and trailed his way down to his collar bone.
"I want to try kinky things."
Kurt stopped mid-kiss on his collar bone. He slowly lifted his head up to look at Blaine's face. Did he just say...?
And as if Blaine could read his mind, he said, "Yeah, I've heard about it from Santana. She said it's the best to not be so vanilla like- and I quote- "Porcelain and Caper the friendly Asian." Are we really that plain and boring?"
Kurt looked down at the kilt he was wearing. "Um...?"
"I'm talking about sex, Kurt."
"Oh. Well don't listen to Santana. We can do whatever we want."
"Does that mean we can try it?"
Kurt could tell by Blaine's eyes that he wanted this so bad. "Okay," Kurt said finally. "We can try to be... kinky."
Blaine cheered silently. Kurt rolled his eyes and smiled.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, now let's get back to where we were before..."