Long time reader, first time writer. Here's hoping it doesn't suck.

This story is rated a hard "M" and contains sexual content. If that bothers you, I cant fathom why you searched "Kurt and Blaine" stories with an M rating...

It is memorial day weekend and our lovebirds are spending it together. Mostly Fluff and Smut with a few plot points occasionally thrown in.

I do not own Glee, Oreo's, the Plain White Tees, Katy Perry, Ke$ha, Carmen or any other brand related anything I might have mentioned. This was purely written for enjoyment.

After the long winter that had threatened to hold on well into April, warm sunny days were finally here again in Ohio. Today was a particularly bright Friday afternoon and Kurt Hummel could barely believe his luck as he sat in the passenger seat of Blaine's black Lexus, Blaine's hand gently caressing his knee as they whipped along the highway leaving Dalton. Kurt and Blaine were headed to Blaine's house for a long weekend (Thank You Memorial Day! Thought Kurt), three days together without school, papers, the Warblers or… most intriguingly – parents. In the past several months a lot had happened, Finn and Rachel were finally back together, the Glee club had Nationals next week – and Blaine and Kurt had become an official couple.

It had taken a while for Kurt to get his dad's okay to spend the weekend with Blaine. Burt was supportive of Kurt's first real relationship, and liked Blaine but didn't like the idea of the two being alone for that long. It was only after lots of pleading and protests that Blaine and Kurt needed to prepare for their finals in peace and Kurt and Blaine had been together overnight several times for Warblers trips that Burt finally relented. Though eternally grateful for his dad's unwavering support, Kurt sprinted from the kitchen in relief after Burt finally finished another safe sex lecture. But now was not the time to be thinking about his dad, thought Kurt glancing over to smile at Blaine who was humming along to the radio looking quite pleased with himself. Blaine's family lived about a half hour from Dalton; unfortunately, it was in the opposite direction of Lima, making the two boys about an hour apart most of the time.

Blaine had surprised Kurt with his plans for this little weekend rendezvous a week earlier, assuring Kurt that his parents would be away on business (Blaine's Mom was a museum curator who often traveled to Europe, and his Dad did some kind of international sales something or other and traveled to China frequently) and his older sister was still on study abroad in Brazil. He had pulled Kurt into an empty classroom right as the two were walking to lunch and in a trail of kisses to Kurts jaw and neck had managed to tell Kurt that he wanted to spend the weekend with the countertenor, and would Kurt please agree? With a laugh Kurt had hurriedly agreed – it would be lovely to play house for a few days with Blaine, and after a second Kurt's breath caught in his throat when he realized he'd be spending three nights with his beautiful, sexy, charming boyfriend and they would have the chance to finally, finally be with each other in every way. Over the past few months the two had gone from chaste kisses to making out in Blaine's car to thrusting hips together over frustratingly tight Dalton issued trousers in Kurt's bedroom while keeping an ear open for Burt, or Carol or Finn in case they came up the stairs. Now, they'd have three nights without worrying about being burst in on.

Kurt, who had been enjoying the ride with a quiet excitement felt a wave of nerves hit him as they pulled up to the Anderson Estate. The house was grander than anything Kurt had seen before. Blaine was rather tight lipped about his parents, but Kurt had eventually gotten it out of him that they treated Blain with a rather malicious amount of indifference, not "caring" that he was gay but certainly not being there for him with the level of unwavering support Burt gave Kurt. Kurt could not comprehend how anyone could be "indifferent" when it came to someone as magnificent as Blaine, but as he hadn't met Mr. or Mrs. Anderson yet he kept his vague but strong dislike of them to himself. As Blaine cut the engine and rushed to the passenger side to let Kurt out (always the gentleman) Kurt's pulse started to pick up and he felt a little shaky – would they have sex? Would Blaine want to? Were they ready? Was Kurt ready? Blaine was more experienced than Kurt, would he make a laughing stock out of himself? Had he been stupid to bring condoms and lube with him? Were all the passionate kisses and wanting grasps over the past few months only in Kurt's head and he was an unsexy penguin after all? Blaine caught the panicky look in Kurt's eye and furrowed his brow in concern.

"You okay babe?" he asked.

Kurt let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding as he looked up at Blaine and only saw love in his eyes. "Yes," he said kissing his boyfriend lightly, "Mmm, everything is perfect."

Blaine pulled back and kissed Kurt on the cheek, "this is going to be fun" he said and turned to grab Kurt's bag from the backseat.

The foyer of Blaine's house was just as beautiful as the outside Kurt thought as he followed Blaine inside. The foyer lead into an expansive kitchen that Kurt immediately thought Carol would be jealous of, dark marble countertops, top-of-the-line appliances and a large island in the center of the room. Blaine plopped Kurt's suitcase down on the floor and opened the fridge.

"Do you want something to drink? Or Eat? I'm starving" he asked, rummaging around. Kurt's eyebrows raised, it was amazing neither Finn or Blaine were heavy as they both seemed to have bottomless appetites.

With the butterflies in his stomach Kurt wasn't certain he'd ever need to eat again, but said "uh, sure, okay" anyway.

Blaine handed him a glass of lemonade and grabbed a box of Oreos out of the cupboard after pouring himself a glass as well. He then led the way into the living room and sat down on a plush leather sofa, patting the seat next to him to invite Kurt to join him. Calm down Hummel, Kurt thought to himself and slowly sat down. After inhaling several Oreos hungrily and taking a few sips of his lemonade Blaine looked over at Kurt who was staring at his single Oreo, twirling it around in his fingers.

"Kurt sweetheart?"

Kurt looked up with a start, "Y-yes..?" he said unsteadily.

Blaine looked at him with one of his signature, comforting, Blaine smiles. His hand cupping Kurt's cheek he pulls him into kiss. Blaine's mouth is warm and sweet and perfect and Kurt sighs in happiness, his body doing a weird tango between feeling so nervous he's shaking and also relaxed in the comfort of his connection with Blaine.

Blaine breaks the kiss and looks at Kurt concerned again. "Listen, Kurt I know I brought you here with me for the weekend, overnight, but I – we don't have to – if you don't want to…I'm not going to force…."

Suddenly Kurt felt the majority of his nerves wash away as he caught a blink of embarrassment in Blaine's eyes – like Blaine thought he had done something wrong.

"oh No, Blaine…" Kurt scooting closer to Blaine looking into his warm hazel eyes, "I want to…I have wanted to…Blaine…" Kurt mumbled randomly before crushing his lips into Blaine's and feeling Blaine press back into him eagerly.

He pulls back a fraction of an inch and shakes his head, "I was worried, worried you wouldn't want to or that if we did I wouldn't be as good as …" he trailed off still fighting his lingering nervous.

Blain sighed. He and Kurt had talked about their past relationships (or Kurt's, sort-of fling with Brittany), and Kurt knew that Blaine had given and received oral sex before from his ex-boyfriend, Joshua.

Kurt was still rambling "and that I'd feel stupid and presumptuous for bringing…"

Blaine kissed him softly, "Kurt, of course I want to, and I want to with you, only with you."

Kurt visibly relaxed, "sorry for being so silly, I'm just nervous."

Blaine grinned at him and cocked and eyebrow in mock surprise, "Kurt Hummel did you bring supplies so we could *gasp* perhaps have sex?" he asked teasingly, "how scandalous."

"Jerk" said Kurt in mock annoyance, scrunching his nose and grabbing a throw pillow from a nearby chair and lobbing it towards Blaine's head. It bounces off his hair; Blaine catches it and tosses it at Kurt. Kurt seizes the pillow and shoves it behind his back.

"No fair" pouts Blaine who takes the opportunity to throw his arms around Kurt to try and wrestle the pillow from him. He pushes Kurt down onto the couch and struggles to get the pillow out from beneath Kurt who squirms and shimmy's avoiding Blaine's fingers from reaching the pillow. All of the sudden Blaine's mouth meets Kurt's and the pillow is forgotten about as Kurt's tongue presses against Blaine's mouth before Blaine parts his lips to grant Kurt access. The kiss is deep and the two boys tongues explore and intertwine as their hands rub and grasp at each other's backs. Kurt's hand wiggles in between them and he fumbles trying to unbutton Blaine's Dalton uniform.

Finally he gets it undone and slides it off Blaine's shoulders, rubbing his hands along Blaine's firm arms and feeling his back muscles through his shirt. Blaine pulls his lips away from Kurt to catch his breath before descending down upon Kurt's cheek and neck and ooooh that delicious spot just beneath his left ear that makes Kurt moan each time he finds it. Blaine's pants are tight and uncomfortable, he'd love to take Kurt right then and there on the couch – lord knows he's been wanting to see this boy naked for months now. Get a grip, he thought to himself – he didn't want his and Kurt's first time to be on his parents couch. He wanted it to be in his bed, with music and candles and perfection – just like the movies. Kurt deserved that. So with a sigh of resignation he dislodged himself from Kurt, who whimpered at the loss.

"You are so beautiful Kurt," Blaine said. He looked at his boyfriend who had a lustful flush that spread across his pale skin on his cheekbones down to his long neck. "I am so glad we are together."

Kurt propped himself up on his elbows, "me too, but why did you stop?"

Kurt lifted his hips ever so gently so they brushed up against Blaine's, they were both excited. It was all Blaine could do not to grind back into him and start tugging at Kurt's belt buckle.

"Don't worry, it's only temporary. I just want everything to be perfect, for you, tonight, for us…when we…when we make love." Blaine said standing up and taking Kurt's hand. Kurt sighs and stood up as well.

He leans into Blaine's ear and bites the lobe lightly, "okay, but I'll have you know I would have been happy to fuck you right then and there" he said wickedly before turning around and scampering off to the nearby bathroom, giggling wildly at Blaine's shocked face. Kurt didn't usually swear, and what he said did nothing to ease the tightness in Blaine's pants.

Three hours later Kurt and Blaine were sitting casually on the couch munching on pizza Blaine had ordered and watching the first installment of the 7th Harry Potter movie as Kurt listened patiently as Blaine went on and on about minor plot points and book details. This must be how most people feel when I talk about the evolution of Marc Jacobs Kurt thought nodding along to Blaine's third round of complaints about the Weasley's house being burnt down in the 6th movie. When they were finished eating they settled into a comfortable and familiar cuddling position and by midway even Kurt was into the movie, watching vividly as the trio searched for horcruxes.

The movie ended just as Kurt's phone beeped with a text from Burt, who was not happy Kurt hadn't let him know they made it there like Kurt said he would. Oops, thought Kurt "sorry dad, distracted by making out" he giggled as he typed out an "I'm sorry, I'm alive – eating pizza, watching Harry Potter. Again." To his dad and sent it quickly. By the time he looked up from his phone Blaine had gotten the movie out and had turned on the stereo system.

In a moment Blaine had crossed the room back to Kurt and held out his hand, "may I have this dance?" he asked pulling out all his charm.

Kurt smiled eagerly and took Blaine's hand. 1,2,3,4 by the Plain White Tee's came out of the stereo, and Blaine pulled Kurt to him and they slowly danced together.

1,2 - 1 2 3 4
give me more lovin then i've ever had.
make it all better when i'm feelin sad.
tell me that i'm special even when i know i'm not.
make me feel good when i hurt so bad.
barely gettin mad,
im so glad i found you.
i love bein around you.
you make it easy,
as easy as 1
theres only one thing two do three words for you.
i love you.

Kurt settled into the crook of Blaine's neck, which took a little doing as he was about an inch and a half taller than the other boy, but felt warm and perfect once they figured it out.

theres only one way two say those three words
and that's what i'll do.
i love you.
(i love you)
give me more lovin from the very start.
piece me back together when i fall apart.
tell me things you never even tell your closest friends.
make me feel good when i hurt so bad.
best that i've had.
im so glad that i found you.
i love bein around you.
you make it easy as easy as 1 2,(1 2 3 4.)
theres only one thing two do three words four you.
i love you.

Blaine savored the delicious smell that was Kurt, sure some of it was whatever designer cologne Kurt was wearing but a deeper scent was pure Kurt – his wonderful, strong, amazingly his, boyfriend.

theres only one way two say those three words
and that's what i'll do.
i love you.i love you
you make it easy, its easy as 1234
theres only one thing two do three words four you i love you
theres only one way two say those three words
thats what ill do i love you

Kurts breath caught in his throat as Blaine started to sing along to the closing lines of the song.

i love you i love you.
one two three four i love you.
(iloveyou)
i love you

Blaine looked him in the eye, "I love you Kurt. I love you so much." Kurt flung his lips at his boyfriend and held onto him for all he was worth. He felt like he could run a marathon – Blaine Anderson, beautiful, smart, kind, talented, dapper, sexy as hell Blaine Anderson, loved him.

Kurt broke the kiss and took a couple gasps of breath, "I love you too Blaine."

Blaine flashed him a smile and grabbed Kurt's hand. Winking he started off at a near sprint to his bedroom, Kurt keeping up with every step. Blaine let go just as he made it to his door and after he stepped inside he slammed it shut. Confused and a little hurt Kurt knocked awkwardly.

"Uh, Blaine, I think you forgot….me" he said weakly.

He heard Blaine laugh from behind the door. "No, no babe, just wait just a minute, then I'll let you in. Promise." It was the longest minute of Kurt's life and he tapped his foot impatiently.

Finally Blaine pulled open the door to his bedroom. Kurt's breath caught in his throat – the expansive room was aglow by dozens of candles and soft classical music played in the background, barely audible but there. In the large room was a queen size bed with dark blue silk sheets that looked invitingly soft as far as Kurt was concerned. Most importantly, a couple feet from the doorway stood Blaine, gesturing for Kurt to come in. "Oh Blaine" Kurt purred as Blaine pulled him into a hug – "You didn't have to…all this…I'm not"

"Of course I did Kurt. I love you and this is going to be special, because you're special, we're special. I feel so lucky we found each other. I meant what I said that day you sang Blackbird – I've been looking for you forever."

Kurt felt like he could cry, but a quick glance at his boyfriend, then at the bed, then back at his boyfriend put other, less mushy thoughts were sent into his brain. Blaine caught his eye and smirked. He took Kurt's hand and led him to the foot of the bed. He kissed Kurt on his warm soft lips and unbuttoned Kurt's Dalton blazer. It dropped carelessly to the ground. Blaine tugged at Kurt's shirt and Kurt lifted his arms so Blaine could pull it up and over his head. Blaine was lucky it was just Kurt's uniform and not any Alexander McQueen outfit being tossed to the ground in a heap. Kurt smiled at Blaine shyly but made quick work of pulling off Blaine's shirt.

Blaine was more muscular, this was true but Kurt's body was toned and his muscles seemed to gracefully stretch over his beautiful frame in a way that made Blaine think of the sculpture of David he had studied in art class. He checked Kurt's eyes to make sure he was still with him then, with trembling fingers, unbuckled Kurt's belt and unbuttoned his trousers, letting them slowly slide to the floor. Kurt stood there in dark grey boxer briefs that strained against his arousal even though the two had barely touched. Blaine pushed lightly against Kurt's shoulders until Kurt sat on the bed.

"Lie down baby" Blaine whispered reassuringly. He unbuckled and took of his own pants before joining Kurt on the bed wearing only red and gold stripped boxers.

He straddled Kurt, admiring the gorgeous boy below him. Kurt's cheeks burned red as Blaine stared at him. Slowly, Blaine descended on Kurt, covering his cheeks, jaw, neck and shoulder blades in sloppy wet kisses. Kurt's skin shined deliciously in the candlelight as Blaine worked his way down to Kurt's chest. He dragged the tip of his tongue along one of Kurt's nipples, earning him as a sharp gasp of pleasure from the countertenor. He swirled his tongue around the rapidly hardening nipple while his fingers found its twin and lightly thumbed and pinched it. Blaine sucked hard on one nipple and then the other, Kurt's chest rising and falling rapidly below him as his breath came in shallow pants.

"Blaaaine….Blaine…Blaine" Kurt whined. He reached to wrap his arms around Blaine, to pull him close and return some of Blaine's ministrations. Blaine put a finger to Kurt's lips and hushed him.

"Don't worry, God Kurt I want you so bad, but I want to go slow, this is special. Try to just relax and enjoy for a minute."

Without waiting for a response Blaine nuzzled his face in Kurt's crotch (oh fuck said Kurt). Blaine shifted up and kissed Kurt on the mouth, dragging his tongue across Kurt's bottom lip and nipping it lightly.

Feeling thankful his bed was so large Blaine easily slid down so he could kiss Kurt's calves, causing Kurt to squirm underneath him. He slowly, torturously, kissed up and down Kurt's legs, getting closer and closer to where his upper thigh met his boxer briefs. He looked up at Kurt.

"Lift your hips" he instructed. Kurt nodded, and Blaine's fingertips looped the elastic of Kurt's underwear and pulled down until they finally were off and discarded with the other clothing on the floor.

"Oh Kurt" Blaine said in appreciation. Kurt's hands busied themselves with Blaine's hair as Blaine took him in his mouth, sucking hungrily on his lover as string of expletives spilled from Kurt's mouth. Kurt bit his lip, trying not to finish so soon, but god the things Blaine was doing with his tongue.

"Blaine…Blaine Blaine...Blaine…." Kurt tried to form words but his thinking was fuzzy with lust, "Blaine I want…more…Blaine please…ah….in…inside" Kurt finally managed to get out.

"Are you sure Kurt, we don't have to, I haven't before…if you want we can just"

Kurt shook his head violently, "No…I want, please, please, Blaine"

Blaine chuckled, "okay, if you're sure"

He shifted up and kissed Kurt passionately, Kurt didn't know whether or not to be grossed out or turned on by the taste of himself on Blaine's tongue but at this instant couldn't give a damn. Blaine flung his arm out to his nightstand and opened the drawer, grasping wildly while not looking up from kissing Kurt. Finally he wrapped his fingers around a small bottle of lubricant and a condom. He tore off the wrapper and quickly rolled it onto himself. He pulled out a pillow from the head of the bed and told Kurt to lift up again. He gently placed the pillow beneath Kurt granting him easier access. He coated his right hand with a liberal amount of lube and swirled a finger around Kurt's entrance. Kurt gasped, but nodded reassuringly as Blaine looked to make sure he was okay.

Blaine slowly pushed past Kurt's barrier and his finger was engulfed in the tight heat that was Kurt.

Kurt squirmed a bit but after a few moments gasped, "more" and Blaine pushed a second finger inside, scissoring his fingers back and forth, prepping Kurt. He slid a third finger in and just as his fingers bent he skimmed Kurt's prostate, "holy shit" squealed Kurt.

Good, thought Blaine as he pumped his fingers in and out to stimulate the gland again. When he thought Kurt was sufficiently prepped Blaine slathered more lube on himself and positioned himself at Kurt's entrance.

He gripped Kurt's hips and felt Kurt place his hands over his, "I love you, I'm ready" Kurt moaned as Blaine pushed in. Oh god Kurt felt so good, but Blaine didn't dare move once he was fully in Kurt – not until Kurt was used to the feeling. Kurt took a few breaths and then gripped Blaine's hands, pushing them into his hip bones.

"Move, please, please, please" was all Kurt could say. Blaine didn't need any more reassurance and slowly pumped in and out.

They were both sweaty with desire, and Kurt was glad he couldn't see a mirror as he was sure his hair looked a mess. Blaine's usually tidy curls sprang wildly from his head, freed from the gel when Kurt played with his hair. Eventually Blaine picked up more speed and once again found Kurt's sweet spot. Kurt bucked his hips into Blaine, meeting him thrust for thrust. Their lips collided once more, each one whispering I love you's and oh gods into each other's ears. Blaine reached in between them and pumped his hand on Kurt in rhythm with his thrusts.

This was too much for Kurt – "Blaine…Blaine I'm going to, oh god I'm c" was all Kurt got out as he climaxed, covering both of them in sticky Kurt. Kurt's muscle contractions around his member as he came had Blaine coming seconds later. As he came down Blain pulled out of Kurt, hastily took off the condom and tossed it in the general direction of the trashcan, and pulled Kurt into a tight hug.

"I love you, god how I love you" he said to Kurt's shoulder blade.

Kurt snuggled up against him, "I love you too. This was perfect, thank you for making our first time so special." The cuddled there for a minute before Blaine felt a yawn trying desperately to escape his lips. He glanced over at the alarm clock – it was barely 10 pm.

Kurt eyed him sleepily, "I guess sex tires us out" he giggled.

"I guess so." Blaine kissed Kurt's sweet lips once more before letting himself close his eyes in the boys comfortable arms.

"Uh Blaine?" Kurt asked hesitantly, but Blaine was already asleep. Kurt glanced around at the candles that still burned brightly – hrmphf he thought as he reluctantly pulled away from Blaine and got up to blow them out. He giggled to himself as he blew each one out, "Gay Singers Die in a Fire After a Night of Sexy Times" he thought to himself. After the room was thrown into darkness he ran off to the bathroom to rush through his evening moisturizing routine before crawling back in to bed and snuggling against Blaine, enjoying being the big spoon for once.