Chapter Two

A/N: thank you so so so much to everyone who reviewed; it really means a lot to me. Also, I'm going to be completely honest and say that I'm throwing my smut-writing virginity out here. This is the first time I've written sex, so hopefully it's not awkward or anything. Read on!

Blaine Anderson loves sex. And honestly, when you're as good at it as he is, it's almost impossible not to love it. Blaine can't even remember life before sex. Or, really, he can he just doesn't like to think of it.

Blaine was seventeen when he lost his virginity. He had been a relationship with one Micah Hinders. They had been dating for what seemed like an eternity, but really was just about to be one year. Blaine had thought Micah was perfect for him—tan skin, shaggy brown hair that was well kept, a smile that could melt gold; they were really good together. Micah would always pamper Blaine, even though Blaine pretty much begged him not too; he didn't want to be that boyfriend. But Micah insisted that he pay for everything, bought Blaine the most amazing birthday present (an electric Les fucking Paul), and Blaine really wanted to do something for him. He thought that giving Micah his virginity was the right thing to do.

And while they were actually in the act of making love as Blaine had so foolishly called it, everything seemed great. Smelled great. Felt great. After they both had calmed down from their climax, Micah had wrapped his arms around Blaine, muttering the three words of destruction in his ear. "I love you," he had said. Blaine's stomach had twisted and turned; there were butterflies everywhere. Blaine had confessed his love right back, not a single hint of hesitation—he really did love Micah. They fell asleep in the mess of a bed, tangled in each others limbs.

In the morning, Micah got up to head to his job at the local coffee joint. He kissed Blaine's mop of hair, whispering that he loved him one more time before going on his own way.

It was the happiest Blaine had ever been. When Blaine got out of bed to take a shower, he was in a little bit of pain, but it wasn't the bad type of pain. It was good, a reminder that oh yeah, he had actually done that. Yeah, he was sore, but every time he moved and felt a sting of pain he was reminded of Micah and that kept a smile on his face.

Blaine had decided to go visit Micah at the coffee shop that same day. There was something about losing his virginity that made Blaine seem very vulnerable. It was like he had actually taken part of Blaine, like he had just swooped up a card on Blaine's desk that had "Blaine's Virginity" written in his scrawl across the top and he put it in his wallet. Like it was his security blanket, now gone. He just wanted to be near Micah, to be able to see him and hear his voice.

When Blaine got to the coffee shop, Micah was nowhere to be found. Blaine asked the girl behind the counter if she had seen him. She said she hadn't seen Micah at all that day; he never showed up to work.

Blaine called Micah—no answer. He drove by his house—no cars in the driveway, doors locked. Blaine looked through the window, looking into the living room. There was nothing. A room that was usually adorned with family photos on the walls, a big L-shaped couch facing a large flat screen television was completely empty. Nothing.

They were gone. The Hinders family had left town, leaving everything they loved (Blaine) behind. They hadn't even mention moving, let alone doing it without anyone's knowledge. Blaine wasn't sure what he should've done in that moment. Should he have followed? Try to figure out where they were going? Should he just forget completely about Micah?

What he ended up doing was breaking down on their front doorstep, huge sobs taking over him and his body convulsing with every broken moan that escaped him. He had lost it. The first and only thing he had every really loved. It was just gone.

Blaine made a pact to himself to never fall in love again. He decided that he didn't want to be in a relationship. He just wanted to fuck. And so that's what he did. The young, vulnerable Blaine Anderson was gone.

In order to keep himself from falling for anyone, Blaine had set a few rules with himself. He never used any kind of name while having sex, not their actual name or a dirty name; he never stayed the night. He would wait for the other to fall asleep, then get up and leave. He never gave out his number—no contact with the person would be excellent. He didn't snuggle. He just wasn't a snuggler. And he never, ever slept with the same person more than once.

That's why he tried so hard to pursue one single person. He knew that he would only get one chance with this person, so he better make sure that it's worth it for both of them.

That's why when he enters The Viper with David and Wes, he automatically unbuttons the first two buttons of his button down and rolls up his sleeves.

The atmosphere is the same as it is at every other bar in New York; dark and smoky with dingy different colored lights, with a dance floor in the middle of the room, a DJ up on the second level. A bar is to the right, a long black wooden counter top, with three Bartenders.

"Kevin," Blaine says as he sits down on one of the stools at the bar. The bartender turns around to see Blaine, a smile mushrooming across his features.

"Blaine," Kevin shakes his hand. "The usual?"

Kevin's kind of a big man, probably over the 6 foot mark, tattoos everywhere, with bleached hair that spiked every which way. From a far, he probably looks like the scariest guy in the world, but in reality, if you get to know him he's kind of a big teddy bear.

"Nah," Blaine says. "I'm actually hoping to meet someone here,"

Kevin winks at him. "Player,"

Blaine shrugs. "Well, yeah," he chuckles.

"I haven't been here in forever," David sits down next to him. "Haven't been to any bar in forever, really,"

"It's one of the perks of not having a job," Blaine says, swiveling around in his chair to lean his back against the countertop.

"Also could be a downfall of not having a job— no money to pay for drinks. They just stare at you, saying 'buy me' but you have no cash." Blaine waves his hand dismissively. "You think they're actually going to show?"

"Please," Blaine scoffs. "I had the brunette wrapped around my pinky. If Kurt doesn't show up, his little friend will."

"You're gay,"

"So?" Blaine asks. "I've slept with a girl before."

"You're a whore," David states.

"Nope." Blaine says, eyes focusing on the door to the bar that was now opening. "I just like sex,"

The bar door shuts, and it takes Blaine a while for his eyes to focus, zooming around the dark and crowded room. And then he spots him. Huddled closely to his friend Rachel, is Kurt and—did he change clothes? He definitely changed his clothes! He was wearing a suit before, and now he's—Blaine's mouth goes a little dry when he sees Kurt turn around, his skin tight jeans making his ass look oh my god.

Kurt's eyes flash up to meet Blaine's, who smiles, heading over that way.

"Hey guys," Blaine says, once he's reached them. "I'm glad you could make it."

"I'm glad we came." Kurt responds, his blue eyes somehow glowing in the dark lighting.

"Come on," Blaine gestures to the bar. "I want you to meet my friends."

The music in the room is loud and thumping; it's the kind of music that you can literally feel in your bones. If you stopped and just listened to it for a moment, you could feel the steady beat in your head, in your heart and all through your body.

"Kurt, Rachel, these are my friends Wes and David," he gestures respectively to each of them.

They mutter their hello's until Blaine break them off. "So, Kurt, what can I get you to drink?" He would have offered Rachel something to drink, but it seems that she has somehow started in a deep conversation with David, sitting awkwardly close to him.

Kurt ends up ordering some fruity drink and Blaine doubles that order, getting one for himself too. "So, Blaine," Kurt starts. "What do you do for a living?"

Blaine settles into his chair. "Well, currently, I am unemployed, but looking."

Kurt nods. "Looking is always a good thing to do—even when you have a job."

"What about you?" Blaine takes a sip of his drink and woah. There is a lot of alcohol in this drink.

"I am currently interning at a fashion magazine, working ridiculous hours, yet getting minimal wage." Kurt shrugs. "It's a great platform and base for where I want to be in my life, yet at the same time I feel like I want to strangle half of my co-workers."

"You're into fashion?" Blaine asks, his eyebrows tweaking in shock. "You struck me as more of a musical theatre guy, like myself."

"Well, I do love to sing and dance, and I was in glee club back in highschool—"

Blaine nearly chocks on his drink. "You were in glee club?"

"Oh yeah," Kurt nods. "We started out as a small group of five kids doing a horrible rendition of "Sit Down You're Rocking the Boat" but we ended up coming in second at Nationals my senior year."

Blaine leans back, nodding his head appreciatively. "Is that where you met Rachel?"

"Oh yes," Kurt sighs. "Ms. Rachel Berry was the star of our glee club. Every solo; hers."

Rachel Berry. Why does that name sound so familiar to Blaine?

"So," Rachel says to David after her second very alcoholic drink. "Blaine's pretty cute, huh?" She slurs, putting her arm around David's shoulders.

"Sure," he agrees. "If you're a gay man."

"He's gay?" Rachel asks, her eyebrows picking up a second or two after her statement, effects of the alcohol. "He's should meet my friend Kurt!" Rachel starts to pet David's face. "Kurt's right over—Hey!" She points at Kurt and Blaine. "They've already met!" She rests her head on David's shoulder. "It's a funny world," She says, before launching herself into a full, drunken performance of 'Funny Girl'. ("It fits, David, because I said it was a "funny world" and the song title is "funny girl". They rhyme. Don't look at me like that!")

"Dance with me," Blaine offers, half an hour into their conversation.

The song playing ends with a loud guitar solo, fading into the background. When the next song starts, Blaine can't help but smile and start to sing along.

Is it still me that makes you sweat

Am I who you think about in bed

When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as your sliding off your dress

And think of what you did

And how I hope to god he was worth it

When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch your skin

Blaine pulls Kurt out onto the crowded floor, not caring that he's back to back with some sweaty forty year old trying to hook up with a plastic-looking twenty year old. Kurt's blushing like crazy, his porcelain skin turning pink to the touch.

Together they move with the music, the beat taking over. They both have enough alcohol in their systems that they couldn't care less about anyone watching them. The song moves into the pre-chorus and Blaine grabs at Kurt's hips pulling him flush against him.

Let's get these teen hearts beating faster, faster

As the songs hits the chorus, Blaine is shamelessly singing along, gently moving his body together with Kurt's. Under the dark lighting, it's difficult for Blaine to see that Kurt's eyes have gone dark, but he can sense a change in the way Kurt's moving.

"I love this song!" Kurt says tastefully, trying to make himself heard over the beat of the music.

"What?" Blaine asks, holding his finger to his ear, indicating that he couldn't hear Kurt.

Kurt leans in, his lips just mere centimeters away from Blaine's ear. "I said, I love this song," He says, his breath ghosting over the shell of Blaine's ear, sending deep shiver coursing through Blaine's body.

"Me too," Blaine answers, pulling Kurt's arms up and around his shoulders. "Is this okay?" Blaine tries not to yell, but honestly the music in this joint is so loud, he can barely hear himself think.

Kurt nods, not saying anything, only continuing that dance to the music that surrounded him.

"Do you want to dance?" Rachel says to David. Rachel has found herself a nice and comfortable chair right on David's lap.

"I don't know this song," He pouts at her, something he would never do if he were sober.

"Who needs to know the music? Just dance!" Rachel hops off his lap, pulling him out and onto the floor. She reaches up to put her arms around David's shoulders, but to no avail. "You're really tall!" She says, loud enough for him to hear. "You remind me of my ex-boyfriend, Finn. He's Kurt's stepbrother!"

"Was he black too?" David jokes.

"No. He was your average everyday quarterback with the cheerleader girlfriend, who did what mommy told him to do and was also kind of an idiot."

David laughs, his body swaying to the music. "Well, I can assure you, I am not an idiot."

"Goodie," she leans her head on his chest. "You're cuter too,"

Oh my god Kurt's mouth is delicious.

When did this happen? Blaine thinks. Oh whatever. Just suck his tongue some more.

Honestly, Blaine can't even remember who started kissing who. He's pretty sure he had initiated it, but he can't be positive mainly because Kurt is a fucking beast right now. His tongue keeps delving into Blaine's, a slightly bitter, slightly sweet taste of alcohol still masking his tongue.

Their mouths are moving together in sync with the music encasing all around them. Blaine hand's find their way to Kurt's hips, bringing them hard and crashing to his own, and oh hey, that would be Kurt's dick pressing up against his own. Kurt groans into Blaine's mouth, his teeth grazing his bottom lip, and Blaine's sure that kissing someone has never been this intense or hot for him. Blaine continues to grind into Kurt's hips, and Kurt let's out these beautiful little moans that Blaine is barely able to hear.

Kurt pulls away (no, hey wait, I wasn't done kissing you, Blaine thinks) his chest heaving up and down. There's a look in Kurt's eyes that is positively dirty as he says, "Let's get out of here," not even waiting for an answer from Blaine before he's dragging him off the dance floor and out of the bar.

Kurt hails down a taxi, even though it's less than a block to his and Rachel's apartment. Kurt tosses Blaine into the taxi first, climbing in after him, re-attaching his lips for the few short minutes that they were spent in the confined space of the taxi. When they reach the apartment building, Kurt throws a handful of random bills at the begrudging driver, who grumbles and pulls away sharply once the two of them are bounding out the door.

Once they're actually in the building, Kurt is dragging Blaine towards the elevator, questioning looks from all the other individuals. They get a lift alone, and Blaine takes advantages of the empty space by pressing Kurt up against the back of the elevator, his hands next to Kurt's face, up against the hard medal as his swipes his tongue across Kurt's exposed collarbone, Kurt tilting his head up to give Blaine more access.

The lift ends all the quickly, and Kurt is leading Blaine by the hand to his apartment. While Kurt's unlocking the door Blaine is standing behind him, his hands on Kurt's hips as he sucks at the side of Kurt's neck. The door barely has time to shut before Blaine has Kurt pressed against the wall, much like in the elevator only this time he's kissing Kurt feverishly, running his hands along his sides, grinding his hips into Kurt's, their obvious erections creating the friction that they both longed for.

"Let's-"Kurt grunts. "Move this to the bedroom," Kurt says, barely a whisper against Blaine's lips.

"I like that idea," Blaine says, nibbling Kurt's bottom lip.

Kurt leads them to his bedroom, shutting the door tight behind them and locking it (in case a drunken Rachel Berry decides to show up and ruin everything). Kurt climbs onto his bed, pulling Blaine on top of him. Blaine plants his lips firmly on Kurt's, grinning into it as he eases Kurt down so that he's lying flat on his back. Blaine straddles Kurt's hips, still leaning down to keep their mouths intact as his slowly moves his hips in a circular motion.

"Shit," Kurt exhausts, bringing his hips up to meet Blaine's. "Can we—I need,"

"Yeah," Blaine agrees. He doesn't know to what exactly; he only knows that he wants this man naked and he wants him naked right now. Without any delays, Blaine has Kurt's belt buckle in his hand, undoing it at lightening speed, his hands working furiously. While he's doing that, Kurt is taking the opportunity of his free hands to remove his own shirt. When Blaine finishes with Kurt's belt, he takes in the magnificent view that is Kurt Hummel's body, pale yet glowing beautifully. He's got perfect planes across the creamy skin of his stomach and Blaine can't stop looking.

"What?" Kurt's tilts his head to the side, his eyes dark. He's noticed Blaine staring, watching his eyes go up and down his torso.

Blaine starts, reminded of Kurt's unique voice. "Do you," he swallows, "have any idea how fucking sexy you are?" he raises an eyebrow.

Kurt's hand somehow finds its way up Blaine's shirt, egging him to take it off. Blaine catches the hint, removing the cloth, before returning his mouth to Kurt's. The kiss is completely filthy, all open mouthed and tongue, but neither seem to mind. Blaine rolls his hips against Kurt, reminding him of why he is there. Blaine starts to fumble with the button and zipper of Kurt's jeans, but he can't seem to figure them out—he's wearing some famous designer jeans that have a series of buttons that Blaine can't figure out and he's extremely horny and just wants to get Kurt naked.

"You're impossible," Kurt says after watching Blaine struggle to remove his pants. While Blaine removes his jeans, boxers along with them, Kurt has done the same only in less time. Once again, Blaine looks over Kurt's body, his toned chest, his arms, his legs, his manhood—okay don't drool. Blaine is once again on top of Kurt, this time grinding their stark naked erections against each other, sending a shot a pleasure through their systems.

"Fuck," Blaine gasps, looking down at Kurt to capture his mouth in a kiss.

"I'm gonna need you to fuck me." Kurt says harshly. "Like, now." He reaches over to his bed-side table, where he brings out a condom and bottle of lube and tosses them to Blaine. "I assume you know what to do with these?"

Blaine smirks, lifting one of Kurt's legs over his shoulders. "I assume you know what you're getting yourself into?" He retorts, his voice gone dark and growly.

Kurt doesn't answer. Instead, he's taking deep breaths, relaxing his muscles as he hears Blaine open the bottle of lube, lubricating his fingers. When Kurt feels Blaine's cold finger against his entrance, Blaine can physically see him tense up. "Relax," Blaine says, kissing the inside of his thigh softly. Kurt does so as Blaine enters his first finger slowly. Kurt grunts at the feeling, and Blaine's prepared himself to wait until Kurt ready for more, but he doesn't have to wait long before Kurt encourages him to add more. Blaine adds a second finger and starts to move them slowly and simply. It's not long before he adds a third. This time as he moves his fingers back and forth, Kurt starts to move his hips, trying to meet Blaine's fingers every time.

And the noises that Kurt is making? Enough to make Blaine so hard, it's actually kind of painful. The sounds coming out of his mouth sound like a choir of angels, their so pure and wholesome.

Until Kurt let's out a "Please—just fuck me—nrghh".

Removing his fingers, Blaine rolls on the condom, hissing at the pleasure just a simple touch of a hand had caused him, lubes himself up and aligns himself with Kurt's entrance. He looks at Kurt, who nods, and presses in.

Immediately his enveloped by the heat, the muscle, the tightness and he has to take a deep breath. "Fuck," Blaine says. "You're so tight," he manages to say without his mind turning to mush.

"Yeah, well—holy mother of shit!" Kurt exclaims when Blaine starts to move slowly, pushing as far in as he could possibly go. "It's been—ahh—a while since I—god!"

Blaine starts to move faster, breathing in and out harshly as Kurt moves his legs to wrap around Blaine's waste to help bring himself to meet Blaine's thrusts. Kurt moans in pleasure as Blaine thrusts into him, and when he hits that spot of pure immaculate pleasure, Kurt just about looses it.

"YES!" he shouts. "Right there—please—fuck again—mmmmhm,"

"I can do that," Blaine says cockily, feeling the pleasure starting to coil deep in his stomach.

Blaine continues to plunge in, hitting that same spot that had caused Kurt so much pleasure as he takes Kurt's leaking cock into his hand and begins to pump in time with his thrusts. Blaine feels like everything is on fire. There's sweat pooling at the back of his neck, down his back and on his brow. He can see sweat beads forming on Kurt's chest as he heaves heavily, his breath coming in and out in sharp inhales and exhales.

Blaine slows his pace, rolling his hips more as he thrusts into Kurt. Kurt arches his back, his hands flying to Blaine's hair, wrapping themselves in the curls.

"More," Kurt commands, pulling tightly on Blaine's locks.

Blaine moves faster, still rolling his hips. "Fuck," they both say at the same time.

They have this weird sort of moment when Blaine stops moving and they lock eyes, in astonishment that they said the same thing at the same time. That's something that had never happened to either of them. Blaine looks at Kurt with a dark lust in his eyes, while Kurt's mirror them. They're both breathing heavily, their chest moving together and then not. Blaine's eyes flicker down to Kurt's before he plunges in, capturing Kurt's lips in a searing kiss.

When Blaine starts to move again, their moans are cut off by their mouths being in contact. Kurt's grip on Blaine's curls is so tight, he's actually afraid he's going to tear some out, but that doesn't stop him from holding tighter when he can feel the heat beginning to twirl in his abdomen.

"You feel so good," Kurt manages to get out, feeling himself become more undone with each thrust. Blaine moans an inaudible series of expletives in response. "Fucking shit!"

It only a few more thrusts before Kurt's saying "I'm gonna—ngggggggh" coming hard on their stomachs, spilling his seed. His body clenches, his back arching. He tightens around Blaine which is enough to send him over the edge as well, his toes curling against the sheets of the bed, his forehead resting on Kurt's shoulder.

The room is silent, apart from the heavy breathing of the two men, both coming down from their highs.

When Blaine pulls out, earning a groan from Kurt, Kurt moves to stand, going to his connected bathroom to retrieve a washcloth (the one's that he'll never admit he bought for purposes such as now). He wipes down an exhausted Blaine, along with himself before wrapping himself in his blanket, not even bothering to put himself into pajamas. He secretly liked smelling of nothing but sweat and sex. It's a nice reminder to him that he's not Mr. Innocent anymore.

Kurt looks at Blaine, Blaine looks back. Kurt smiles. Blaine winks.

"Are you going to go, or stay?"

Blaine looks over at the clock over Kurt's shoulder. Shit. It's nearly 1:30 in the morning. Had they really been going at it that long? They left the club around 11:00.

He should go. He knows he should. It's part of the pact he made. The one he made because of Micah. Blaine knows it would be in his best interest for him to just leave; get up right now and walk out the door, never see Kurt again. He knows that if he stays, it will go against everything he's done before, everything that he has set down for who he is. Blaine Anderson never stayed the night unless that entire night was spent fucking each others brains out. He knows that staying would only make things more difficult than they needed to be. Blaine Anderson likes simple, plain sex—no strings attached. Plus, it's 1:30 in the middle of the night and he lives a couple blocks away, and he's in New York City; he's not sure he should go and risk it. But still, Blaine knows he should go. Really, he should.

He doesn't go.

A/N: That wasn't too bad, was it? Anyway, reviews make me happy and keep me inspired to write more. Drop me a quick one? xD I'll update quicker than this last time I promise.