Kurt steadied Blaine as he pulled him off of his bar stool.
"Okay, time to go," Kurt told him
"I want to live here," Blaine replied.
"I know, but we have to go now," Kurt said as he started pulling him in the direction of the door.
"Do you need some help?" Sebastian asked Kurt
"Not from you," Kurt said with a sound of hatred in his voice, Sebastian raised his arms sensing that he had offended Kurt and walked back to the bar to get another beer.
"Okay, into the back seat you go," Kurt said pulling open the back door
"I don't want to ride in back, I want up front," Blaine slurred, Kurt rolled his eyes, "Fine," he said with a sound of protest. They walked around the car, Kurt placed Blaine in the passenger seat, and pulled the seat belt around him, Blaine kissed Kurt's neck. "Not now," Kurt laughed. He shut the door, walked to the driver side, and climbed in.
"Kurt, Kurt listen to me, I love you," Blaine mumbled
"I know, I know, I love you too," Kurt said as he brushed the hair out of Blaine's face. He started the car and pulled out of the spot. A little down the road, he felt Blaine's hand rubbing his crotch. "Not now," Kurt said trying to swat Blaine's hand away, it didn't work. "Blaine, what are you doing?" Kurt asked as he felt Blaine pull down his zipper. "Oh my god," he almost moaned. He felt Blaine's warm mouth wrap around his cock. "Blaine!" Kurt shouted. Blaine didn't listen, and Kurt was getting more and more aroused by the second, he didn't want his first blow job to be in a car, especially with Blaine in this condition. "Blaine, you have to stop!" He demanded. But he wouldn't, it's not that Blaine's mouth didn't feel good on his now throbbing cock, this just was not the time or place. Kurt gave up and let Blaine keep going. Kurt was starting to loose focus on driving, he glanced down at the radio clock twelve am glowed, it was a good thing his parents were out of town, they would kill him if he came home this late.
Kurt felt himself about to climax "Blaine, you have to stop now," he told him, again Blaine didn't listen, Kurt lost control of the car "BLAINE!" he shouted as the front end of the car hit a tree.
"BLAINE!" Kurt shouted "Blaine! Are you alright?" he shook Blaine, who had flipped and hit his head on the passenger window in the crash. "Oh god," Kurt worried. He zipped up his pants and fumbled for his phone.
"Blaine, are you alright?" He asked one more time, no answer. Kurt started to cry. He jabbed 9-1-1 into his phone
"911, what's your emergency?" the operator asked.
"I've been in a crash, I hit a tree, my boyfriend is unconscious. I need help." Kurt said, and within what felt like moments he heard sirens coming. And he burst into tears.