A/N: Sequel to my oneshot, First Glance, First Kiss. If you haven't read it, here's what you need to know. Klaine meet during summer vacation while Kurt's staying with his aunt in Westerville. Lifeguard!Kurt, Klutz!Blaine, Wingman!David. AU with a bit of OOCness (mostly Blaine).

Rated: M, for boys who like boys, and show the boys they like that they like boys.

Disclaimer: Still don't own Glee. Still sad.

Chapter 1: Addiction

They say the first step toward a cure is admitting you have a problem. But what if you don't want to be cured?

Hello. My name is Kurt Hummel and I'm a kissaholic.

Actually, no. I'm a Blaineaholic.

...I'm a Blaineakissaholic.

How did this happen? Before he came to Westerville, Kurt's life was fine.

Well, fine was a strong word, but it was good enough. Sort of.

He was well dressed. He'd just leave it at that.

Anyway, his 'good enough' days were over now, because Kurt had a boyfriend. A kind, witty, modest, HOT boyfriend. Seriously. Oodles of hotness all up in there. Kurt might be biased, but he thought many people would agree. And if not, they probably hadn't taken a good look at Blaine's arms.

But, more amazing than his boyfriend's lovely biceps, dashing good looks, and general superiority in every measurable attribute, was how much Kurt loved making out with him. He craved it. Daydreamed about it. Planned his free time around it. It was like... well, like an addiction.

Who knew it could be so wonderful to have another person's tongue in your mouth? Probably a lot of people, but no one told him! Still, he'd been curious. In the past, alone in his room, protected by darkness, he'd been curious enough to try it. The non-responsive, albeit tender crook of his elbow couldn't have prepared him for the magic of Blaine's mouth, but, in all fairness to his arm, nothing else could have either.

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Kurt's thumb stroked back and forth over his lips while he drowsily replayed their latest date in his head, slowing down, zooming in and expanding on his favorite parts. It was the same every night now; drifting to to sleep to thoughts of his boyfriend. And gentle, languid kisses on replay.

His thumbly activities were interrupted by a soft buzzing from his phone, and the delighted boy grabbed it eagerly. Blaine's parents had carted him off to visit relatives for the weekend and Kurt hadn't seen him since yesterday. Yesterday!

Blaine: Hi. You up?

Kurt: Yes. Can you call?

The chorus of Adele's 'One and Only' began playing a few seconds later. "Hi." Kurt was sure his smile could be heard loud and clear.

"Hi." Blaine's deep sigh gave Kurt instant goosebumps. "I really missed you today."

The low, quiet timbre of his voice shivered down Kurt's already goosepimply body. "I missed you too." His breathy reply was followed by a soft moan and, on the other end, a strangled gasp. "Blaine? Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Fine." The suddenly awkward, high-pitched tone made Kurt frown in concern, and not a little disappointment. "Did I wake you?"

"No, I wasn't asleep." Kurt held the phone closer, wanting the shiver-inducer back. Shivers felt surprisingly nice. He imagined Blaine's mouth close to his ear, as if they were snuggled in bed, talking quietly like couples do before they fall asleep. Snuggle, talk, sleep. That's what happy couples do in bed. "Are you having a good visit with your family?"

"Not bad." Kurt could almost feel him relax into the safe topic. "We had a cookout today with the extended family. Gave me a chance to catch up with my favorite cousin, Emily. I told her about you."

"What did you tell her?" Kurt's restless thumb absently stroked the phone.

"I told her how wonderful you are, and I showed her pictures. She asked if you have a straight twin," Blaine said, making Kurt laugh merrily. "She was very disappointed to hear you're an only child."

"Could I interest her in a slightly goofy step-brother?" Kurt asked, only half-joking. "He's tall."

"Somehow, I doubt it." Blaine chuckled. Kurt shivered.

"Will I see you tomorrow night?" The goosepimply boy asked, already planning their next makeout session.

"We'll get home around 7:00. Can I pick you up at 7:30?"

"Definitely," said Kurt.

"Do you want to go to dinner? Or a movie?"

"Not really," Kurt demurred.

"Would you rather go somewhere quiet and– uh– talk?"

Sweet, sweet Blaine. Always so careful not to push. Kurt wanted more than ever to make his boyfriend's toes curl. "I'd like that." Kurt knew exactly what he'd like. "Somewhere we can be alone."

"Okay." Blaine's answer was strained. It made Kurt ache to hold him and kiss his worries away. "What– what were you doing before I called?" Blaine asked hesitantly.

Kurt's gentle smile would have been comforting, if only his boyfriend could have seen it. He still imagined Blaine next to him; could almost feel the warm breath in his ear with every word. "I was in bed, thinking about you." His mind drifted back to the daydream, where lips met and tongues slowly traced each other's mouths. "Blaine," he whispered to his dream kisser.

He was startled by a yelp of pain and the crash of Blaine's phone hitting and apparently bouncing across the floor. Kurt jerked his phone away, pained by the noise. He pressed it back when he heard Blaine's muffled, self-deprecating grumbles before the phone was picked up. "Kurt? Are you still there?"

"I'm here," he answered with a soft laugh. "Are you okay?" Kurt found himself asking that question rather often.

"Yeah," Blaine answered in what Kurt recognized as his embarrassed 'I did it again' groan. He could just imagine his boyfriend's cute, scrunched up face.

"Why'd you drop the phone?" he asked through his smile.

"I stubbed my toe," Blaine admitted, blowing out a resigned exhale.

"I'm sorry," Kurt said, though he was only sorry for the pain. He found Blaine's clumsiness endearing. They both knew he didn't need to ask, but he did anyway, "Were you distracted?"

Blaine chuckled. "You could say that."

"By wha-at?" Kurt wheedled playfully.

"You, Kurt. It's always you."

"Ohh," he sighed. "That's so sweet." Knowing the answer and hearing Blaine say it were very different things.

"What– um–" Blaine swallowed thickly. "You said you were thinking about me before I called?"

"Mm-hmm," Kurt hummed.

"What were you thinking?"

The half-whispered question made Kurt smile again. "I don't know if I should tell you."

"Please?" Blaine pleaded uncertainly, apparently not sure he wanted to know.

"Well–" Kurt paused, and the phone went so silent Blaine might have been holding his breath. "Are you sitting down?"

"One second," he answered in a rush. Then Kurt heard a heavy thump and creak like he'd thrown himself onto his bed. "Okay," Blaine swiftly gave him the go ahead. Kurt pictured him sprawled across the mattress on his stomach. It was a delicious visual.

"I was thinking about the way you kiss me," Kurt said at last, genuine guilelessness saving him from any embarrassment in telling the truth.

"You were?" Blaine asked huskily and Kurt smiled, glad he couldn't hurt himself.

"Mm-hmm. I think about it all the time." His lusty thumb resumed its shameless phone-rubbing. "I wish you were here now. I'm pretending you are."

"I wish I was too," Blaine said – and there it was, the shiver-inducer.

It raced down Kurt's body, leaving chills and heat clashing in its wake. "I can hardly wait to see you. Tomorrow night is going to take a year to get here," Kurt complained piteously.

"I know. Try to get some sleep. It'll help pass the time, and I don't want you to be too tired to see me tomorrow," Blaine's bone-melting voice coaxed Kurt's eyelids into drooping obediently.

"I'll never be too tired to see you," he vowed. "But I do want to be wide awake tomorrow night. I want to 'talk' until my lips go numb. Possibly longer." Kurt might have imagined the tiny whimper he heard. "Goodnight, Blaine. I hope you have sweet dreams."

"I will," he breathed into Kurt's ear.

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I will.

The parting words echoed in Kurt's mind, sparking the fascinating question, 'What does Blaine dream about?' Kurt's dreams consisted of being alone with his boyfriend, kissing, hand-holding and whispering sugary promises to each other. His dreams were warm and fuzzy.

Maybe Blaine's were similar. Maybe not. Kurt wasn't naïve enough to think his romanticism was the norm among teen boys. But among gay teen boys? Who knew? Blaine was very romantic, and certainly never did anything to make Kurt feel uncomfortable, but that didn't mean he didn't want more.

Kurt took a deep breath and forced himself out of his comfort zone to think about the next step in their relationship. Whether or not he was ready to take that step was an entirely different question, and one he wouldn't tackle yet. First, he'd concentrate on finding out what Blaine wanted.

Obviously, he couldn't just come out and ask. Blaine might do himself a serious injury. But he could try guessing. So, he began by asking himself what he might want next, and was startled by an instant vision of Blaine's bare chest. Embarrassed by his own wicked thoughts, Kurt felt his cheeks grow warm, but he went on with determination, and a promise to himself that no one would ever hear of this.

He'd seen Blaine in swim trunks numerous times. He'd even applied sunscreen to his back. A tremor flitted through him at the memory. But what if – his hands clenched at his daring – what if Blaine turned to face him while his fingers were still smoothing lotion over the broad planes of his back? The tremor intensified and he forced his hands to unclench, imagining, shockingly, allowing them to slide over Blaine's chest. Ohh.

Kurt's lips parted and his pulse quickened. His hands were at his own chest, palm out, skimming gently along the bedspread. His mind's eye replaced the fabric with warm, golden skin. Fantasy-Blaine stood motionless while Kurt, eyes wide with wonder even in his dream, stroked his palms from Blaine's shoulders to the middle of his chest. Then his shaking hands ventured slowly outward, bravely sliding over firm pectorals and, eventually, inevitably, nipples. Kurt was stunned at his own boldness and felt light-headed as the blood rushed around in his body, collecting in areas other than his brain. He held his breath and let his fingertips graze over the soft buds until they hardened under his touch. He gasped and his eyes flew open. This was a far cry from warm and fuzzy. This dream left him quivering, aching to touch the real Blaine. Maybe he had a nipple kink. How mortifying.

Clearly, he could envision going further with Blaine at some point. That hadn't been the question, though, he sternly reminded himself. He wanted, needed to know what Blaine dreamed of. His boyfriend rarely got to see him shirtless. Did he want to? Did Blaine want to – Kurt's pulse sped up again – touch him? How terrifying. But he would try to be brave.

Dream Blaine returned, less passive this time, placing his hands firmly onto Kurt's bare shoulders. When did I lose my shirt? But instead of stroking Kurt's chest and potentially giving him a heart attack, those fabulous arms wrapped around his back, pulling him closer. Their bare chests touched and Kurt was amazed by the sensations whirling through him. Light-headedness became dizziness as his virtual-self squirmed against Blaine's scalding skin until he was pulled tighter, and suddenly they were on his aunt's porch, fully clothed, saying goodnight after a date. But Blaine was holding him like he never had before. Kurt's imaginary self seemed almost as surprised as he was. Blaine's arms were around him, squeezing him gently, holding him near enough for their thighs to touch and their hips and– ohh.

Blaine turned them quickly, keeping Kurt off-guard, which wasn't difficult. Then Kurt's back was flat against the wall and a hand was on his chin, holding him still as Blaine looked at him with an intensity he'd never shown in real life. 'Do you want me to stop?' Fantasy-Blaine asked, his dark, spellbinding eyes challenging Fantasy-Kurt. But he was robbed of the power of speech and couldn't answer, so Kurt's head shook and his dream-self followed suit.

The next instant, Blaine's talented tongue was in his mouth, turning him to pudding, and he was sandwiched tightly between the hard walls of his aunt's house and his boyfriend's body. Blaine pushed forward until air couldn't pass between them, and Kurt was still freaking out over that when something truly amazing happened. The hips that were fitted to his, bone against bone, everything against everything, moved in a slow, deliberate roll.

Dream-Kurt's shocked sound was cut off by his boyfriend's hot kiss and he had no idea what to do with his hands. They fluttered aimlessly at his sides until Blaine ground against him again and Kurt scrabbled for purchase on his shoulders. Subconsciously, he knew that holding onto Blaine would save him from falling into the sky and floating away while he waited anxiously to see what his boyfriend would do next, and hoped fervently, and secretly, that it would involve more friction, because he had never felt – or fantasized – anything like this.

Both Kurts moaned gratefully when Blaine's strong hands wrapped firmly around his hips and he began to thrust rhythmically. Kurt's dream-self was dissolving into a Kurt-shaped stain on the wall and Real-Kurt quite suddenly had both hands spread flat over his tented pajamas – hips and hands moving in time to Blaine's grinding.

Wildly cascading jolts of electricity bounced around recklessly in his bloodstream, and a loud gasp slipped from his mouth. He pressed his lips tightly together to trap any other noises, whimpers that tried to spill from his throat being ruthlessly choked back, until he couldn't breathe and his lips parted in a soundless cry. His orgasm crashed over him in a white hot flash of light, and the dream-couple slumped together, trembling blissfully.

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The room was dark and quiet, and Kurt stared blearily up at the ceiling, his panting breaths echoing against the silence while he thought again of Blaine's words. His confident expectation of sweet dreams took on a whole new meaning. It was possible, Kurt thought, just possible, that Blaine had done this at some point.

The idea caused a fresh, tingling twitch of awareness. Kurt looked down, surprised and indignant. His hands still rested over his pants, covering the sticky mess. He wanted to pull them away, but it seemed wrong, as though abandoning his body now would mean he'd been using himself – getting his rocks off, to use a vulgar turn of phrase. He preferred romance. It was less disconcerting. Romanticism didn't make his hips jerk and spasm of their own accord.

His hands stayed, and he felt better. It made the act somehow more emotional. If it were Blaine here with him, Kurt was certain there'd be cuddling. Blaine wouldn't abandon him, sticky or not. Nevertheless, he'd clean up in a few minutes, when his legs were less wobbly. In the meantime, his mind jumped back to the fascinating possibility of Blaine, thinking about Kurt, while touching himself. He could, in fact, be doing it at this very moment. Twitch.

Okay, he needed to get off that train of thought. All of this had started for a reason. The question was not if Blaine wanted him. Kurt could reasonably assume he did, at least to some degree, because he'd asked him out. Attraction could be inferred from that. Not to mention the frequent tongue action. But, as to the question of what Blaine wanted next from the relationship, Kurt hadn't the foggiest clue. He was about as inexperienced in the sex department as a healthy seventeen year old boy who wasn't locked away in a tower could be. He wasn't even sure what he liked. He couldn't begin to guess what his boyfriend might fantasize. Yet, he wanted answers, so he'd probably need a more practical approach than guessing. Something more... hands-on, perhaps.

TBC

A/N: Hi all! I hope you're enjoying it so far. I just love Klutz!Blaine.