A/N: So asexual Kurt is an idea I've been toying with for a while. I have a few more chapters written but nothing is completely planned out yet so updates might not be that frequent. So this chapter takes place around the 'First Time' episode and at the moment I plan to journey forwards in their relationship, like after high school and marriage and stuff. I hope you all enjoy and feel free to send me your thoughts!
Lessthanthree
Katie

The first time he noticed Kurt's aversion to sex was during the infamous 'sexy week' implement by himself. The boy's cheeks had turned bright red and his ocean blue eye's seemed incapable of making contact with his own. Kurt had even gone as far to kick him out of his house. At the time, Blaine's biggest worries were that he had made the boy uncomfortable knowing that he was the only one the countertenor had ever truly found comfort in and a fear that the naïve, innocence, that was frankly adorable, could be the boy's downfall at the demanding hands of a manipulative, horny, jerk. Not being able to stand the thought of someone hurting the boy, Blaine turned to Mr. Hummel so that he could at least be assured that Kurt knew the facts about the birds and the bees or, in this case, the bees and the bees. He also apologized for any pressure he, himself, had put on the boy and made sure to keep conversation topics well away from anything sexual.

This resolve became increasingly harder after they started dating. Kurt's soft, pink lips had a way of pulling him in and pushing him further and further out of his own comfort zone. Although the thoughts of grinding against a gorgeous boy laid beneath him, lips sore and bruised, swollen red from kissing, thrusting into each other until came had plagued his nightly dreams for years, it was only when that faceless boy became Kurt that Blaine ever really felt a desire to act on these fantasies. Kurt, however gave him no indication that the pace in which they were moving was too slow and from the previous incident concerning sex, the Warbler concluded that warm cuddles, chaste kisses, and separated pelvises were best for the time being. This was something Blaine was fine with because although he could actually see himself exploring those new things with Kurt, he, himself was still a bit timid and liked being able to take his time. Their six month anniversary however, brought change.

After seeing a local production of Les Mis and dinner at Westerville's finest restaurant the couple drove back to Blaine's house. The mansion in the gated community, with the tree lined driveway was empty when they arrived due to Mr. and Mrs. Anderson's many business trips. Blaine took Kurt by the hand and led his boyfriend up the grand staircase, down the hall to the right, and finally, through the door on the very end that opened into his bedroom. They always spent their time at the Anderson house in Blaine's room. It was the only place Blaine truly felt comfortable.

Once inside, Kurt broke their clasped hands and skipped over to the large, double bed, leaping onto its soft and inviting surface and making himself comfortable amongst the pillows. Blaine loved watching Kurt cuddle up in his bed. It was amazing to see the boy who was usually had his guard up, just completely relax in his presence.

"Comfy," Blaine chuckled lightly at his boyfriend.

"Almost," the other replied before carefully removing his tie and retying it around the stuffed bear perched neatly a top the pillows. "There!" He proclaimed proudly with a grin. Blaine smiled adoringly back as he removed his own tie and dinner jacket before joining his boyfriend on the bed.

"So, did you have fun tonight?" He asked as they proceeded to intertwine their bodies. Kurt simply nodded in response and leaned up to place a soft kiss upon his lips. As the countertenor pulled away, Blaine cupped his cheeks to keep him there. "Wait, 'm not finished yet," he mumbled as their lips reconnected.

He could feel Kurt smile into the kiss as they continued and maybe it was strange but Blaine swore that the feel of a grin gracing his boyfriend's face while their lips were pressed, was the best feeling in the world. Ever since meeting the boy, his goal was to make sure he was happy. Kurt's smile warmed his heart instantly and in a way where it felt as if it could never grow cold again but actually feeling it against his skin was simply magical and sent tingles through his skin and his veins.

He wrapped his arms around the lithe waist, pulling the other boy closer, needing the contact. Kurt obliged and Blaine felt a pair of strong arms wrap around his neck as their kiss continued. Blaine opened his mouth slightly and slipped his tongue out to lick lightly at Kurt's lips to entice them open. The other boy snuck away however and began peppering Blaine's jaw with small but insistent pecks. Blaine found his fingers winding into the back of Kurt's shirt at the feeling and yet he chased those angelic, pink lips playfully because his own lips were where they belonged. The countertenor was fast though and after several minutes of the cat and mouse like game, the room full of giggles, Blaine grasped his boyfriend's hips firmly, his hand coming in contact with the beautifully pale skin that had been exposed when the boy's shirt rode up, and swiftly flipped them over so he was on top and Kurt could not run away. He quickly dove back in. Instead of melting into the mattress below however, the boy, now pinned beneath him, stiffened; his body going ridged as a board. Blaine continued, stroking the newly found skin and licking at the sweet lips, thinking that it was just shock and Kurt would begin to settle. The boy never did though and Blaine pulled back immediately when he felt hands batting his own away. Kurt wiggled out from under him as soon as Blaine had let go of his hips and quickly curled in on himself avoiding eye contact.

"Kurt?" Blaine asked, concerned and a little disoriented. Everything had happened so fast. He had never rolled them over like that before or touched that little sliver of skin before. It had felt so good and so right and his head was still kind of lost in the fogy, haze it had created and yet, with the way Kurt had reacted, it had all clearly been a mistake.

"Do you, uh, wanna watch a movie or something?" The distressed boy asked but the attempt to ignore what just happened made Blaine even more certain that there was really something wrong.

"Well no, not really. I wanna make out with my boyfriend on our anniversary." He paused and moved over to wrap a comforting arm around the boy now huddled with his teddy bear. "That's all I was trying to do, KK," he continued softer. "I didn't mean to push or make you uncomfortable. I am really sorry, Kurt because that is something you should never have to deal with especially from me. I don't really understand what I did wrong though."

"N-nothing. You didn't do anything wrong. I promise," Kurt replied with a smile so fake and forced that it submerged Blaine's heart into the chilly Arctic Ocean. He could see the tears forming in the turquoise eyes though and Blaine did not want their special night to end in waterworks so he returned the phony grin and pressed a loving kiss to the countertenor's temple, pushing the troubles away for another day.

"Okay," he sighed. "Movie it is and I do believe that it is your pick, sir."

They parted ways on a happy note that night. Kurt had promised his dad that he would start home at midnight and so when the clock struck twelve, the boys reluctantly turned off the movie and untangled their limbs. Blaine walked his boyfriend out to his car and gave him a lingering kiss, sans tongue, goodnight that resulted in the spread of a red hue up the porcelain cheeks and a bashful smile that began to warm the freeze of the arctic water.

The chill remained though and Blaine still was left clueless as to the reason.