Disclaimer: Glee is a property of Ryan Murphy and Fox. This is only a translation, the story belongs to Dany de Criss who was so nice by letting me do this.

Second Metting

15:45 P.M. Wednesday.

"…And you're grounded until the next score I see is an A!"

Kurt slammed the door of his room. He had his eyes full of furious tears, which he had managed to hold back while he was arguing with his father. He had told him he didn't expect that from him, that he thought Sue was right for expelling from the team and that he had to get an A if he wanted to go out with his friends.

The little optimism he had left went away when he felt the hot, salty liquid sliding through his face. He lay on his bed and covered his head. He was asleep minutes later.

22:30 P.M.

Kurt opened his eyes to check the light has definitely faded. A tray with a salad and juice was next to his bed. He checked his clock and was surprised to realize he has slept all afternoon. He sat in the middle of the dark to eat his dinner, he supposed Carole didn't mean to wake him up.

His father not allowing him to go out was totally unfair, Sue kicking him out of the team was punishment enough. He had less time to see Santana and Quinn now.

He snorted the plate, like it was the one to blame.

What would Quinn say? – He asked himself. – She surely say something like "Kurt, you have to accept your responsibility with the school, we'll find the time to see each other."

He rolled his eyes, and immediately a voice in his head, Santana's, countered.

"You got to take a risk, Kurt. It's not the end of the world. Try to better your score. But in the meantime, a little adrenaline wouldn't be bad."

Kurt smiled. His eyes were directed to the semi opened window. If his father found an empty room he would be grounded for the rest of the year. But the rebellion flame had lit up inside him-something very weird in him-and he wasn't going to miss this chance. He quickly stood up. He got changed wearing now a black short-sleeve shirt, black tight jeans and McQueen boots. He locked his bedroom door and opened the window. In that moment he was glad his room, in the basement, had an outside window. Getting on a chair he could go out to the warm night.

He wasn't planning on going somewhere specific, so he just started to walk.

He had been walking around Lima for an hour and a half when he reached a bar. There were people waiting to get inside, but then he saw a "NO UNDER AGE ALLOWED" sign that made him change his mind. He was about to turn around and go home when he thought he saw a young woman very Santana like accompanied by two men. He hesitated at the entrance, but finally curiosity beat the fear of being caught. He waited for a few minutes until he finally found a group of people big enough to get himself into and get in without being seen.

The bar was big, and it was still full of people. Kurt started to look for Santana, but gave up an hour later with a complete disaster. He was tired, frustrated and in a bad mood, all he could do was go to the bar and order a drink. He didn't even pay attention to what the bartender was serving, until he felt the liquid slide through his throat. He had proved at Puck's parties he wasn't good at drinking alcohol, but he guessed one drink would only wake him up a bit. He still wasn't in the mood to dance so he walked to an aside part of the bar and sat on the first free seat he found.

"Hi," he heard a masculine voice next to him. He was already preparing his diva face when his eyes met the personification of "The man of his dreams."

He had black curly hair, a little short but beautiful. His lips were fibrous and framed a smile capable of leaving you breathless, like all the happiness in the world was on his lips. His triangle eye brows, which surprised Kurt, but they were beautiful on him. His long eye lashes, captured two green-brown eyes that left you breathless as well. A part of Kurt's brain noticed the black short-sleeved shirt, the red jeans and the black shoes, and the singular scarlet bowtie on his neck. But the other part of his mind was ecstatic with his muscled arms.

"Hi," he answered.

Kurt's gay-dar was exultant about the new discovery.

1:00 A.M.

"It's just that your lips look so soft that tasting them is very tempting," Blaine whispered and opened his eyes like he didn't buy what he had said.

Kurt felt the blood accumulating on his cheeks. He had had a couple of beers throughout the conversation with Blaine and the adrenaline of the night, mixed with the other boy's closeness, and his sudden burst of boldness had made him lean over until he was 3 inches away from Blaine's face.

"Do you want to taste them?" He whispered provocatively. Forgetting about the romantic idea he had for his first kiss the moment his eyes met Blaine's.

2:30 A.M.

Kurt was in Heaven, and against a wall. Blaine's body kept him against it and him, his lips were kissing his neck, then his tongue followed and when he started to bite on a specific place of Kurt's neck he could only hold on Blaine's body without wanting to ever be away from him. A little surprise yelp came out of his mouth when Blaine started to suck on his neck skin, while his hands grabbed him by the hips.

He smiled when he imagined Santana's face the next day when he told her about his get-away in the middle of the night. She would surely ask him for every little detail and he wasn't going to refuse. Although he was sure Quinn wouldn't approve it, she would definitely want to know how his first kiss had been and every detail about it too. She would, surely, be the most excited to know Kurt's first kiss had been with the hot actor playing Darren on her favorite show: "Dalton".

A cell phone ringing got him out of his happiness. Blaine groaned and read the text he received.

"I… I'm sorry Kurt, I've got to go. My brother will be home soon and if he doesn't find my niece there, he might kill me," Kurt smiled. His sorrow and nervousness expression was adorable.

"It's okay, I think I should get going too anyway," he answered. He didn't know what time it was, but he had school the next day and the bad under his eyes wouldn't be so easy to hide. But Blaine wouldn't let go off him, not that Kurt cared anyway.

"Can I have your number? We can be in touch?" Kurt didn't know what to do. The first thing that came to mind was telling him his number as quick as possible, but on the other hand he was under age, something Blaine did not know.

"Did you have the super hot actor in your arms and didn't give him your number? Are you crazy Hummel?" Santana's voice again. He should start getting worried about the amount of times he had heard her in his head that day.

"Sure," he dictated Blaine his number. Then he grabbed his head and sealed their lips together. He kissed him intensely until air was necessary, and Blaine left to look for his niece.

9:00 A.M. Thursday.

He was standing in front of his friend's house. Although it was not the first time he had visited the Anderson's house he kept feeling intimidated by the enormity and majesty of the mansion. He rang the bell and yawned. The bags under his eyes had been more difficult to hide than he thought. He still felt Blaine's heat on his chest. He smiled, although he was totally embarrassed about his behavior last night, he didn't regret it at all.

And even though he had always imagined his first kiss with a special person he knew for a long time, under the moon and starts light, in the middle of a flower field, he thought Blaine's kiss had been better than his fantasy.

The door was opened, Santana hugged him and made him come inside. He looked around the lobby and his eyes were looking at the man on the last step.

OH MY GAGA!

His cheeks went red quickly. First of all because the man was shirtless and was showing an amazing body, and second of all because the shirtless man was Blaine.

"Oh Blaine. Couldn't you have worn something?" Santana scolded him. "Anyway…" She sighed and looked at Kurt. "This is Kurt Hummel, the friend I told you about. The one that needs Math tutoring."

Wait! She had said she would ask her uncle. BLAINE CANNOT BE HER UNCLE!

He couldn't find the man who stole his first kiss, who he met at a bar and had kissed non-stopping for a magical hour. Kurt bit his lower lips as a sign of awkwardness, but he immediately noticed the smile on Blaine's face. Kurt knew that smile, the same smile he had seen only a second before telling him he wanted to taste his lips again.

"Nice to meet you, Kurt," he approached him and gave him his hand to shake. Kurt did with a little nervous and amused smile. "I'm free on Friday at five. Santana can give you my address later."

Was is Kurt's idea or did that sound more like a date than a studying schedule?

"Thank you," Kurt whispered. Santana looked at Blaine completely confused, but then she smiled.

"We should go, Blaine," she said.

"I think you should help Kurt to cover that hickey on his neck before," Blaine said amused, and Kurt's eyes were wide open. Kurt was as red as a tomato, but looked at Blaine with a complicity smile, corresponded by the actor.

"Hickey? Oh my McQueen! Kurt, what happened?" Santana was checking his neck with a huge smile, when the bell rang once more. Blaine opened the door and let an exultant and surprised Quinn in.

"I can't believe it. Are you Darren? Well, the actor?" Blaine nodded with a smile. "Oh my God, Santana! How come you never told us you were cheating on Dave with this hot man?" Blaine's expression changed. He looked at Santana with a confused expression, who looked at Quinn with murdering eyes.

"Dave?" Blaine and Kurt asked.

"I'll tell you later," Santana whispered.

"Who's Dave, Santana?" Blaine's voice had become darker.

"I won't tell you now," she answered sharply. "Quinn, what are you doing here?" Quinn, who didn't get Blaine's jealousy reaction, didn't pay attention to the question. "Quinn! What are you doing here? Blaine's just my uncle."

"Oh! And you couldn't tell us our favorite actor is your uncle?" She quickly changed the subject when she saw Santana's expression. "Okay. I just came to let you know cheers practice is in an hour," Santana gave an enthusiastic jump, ignoring the this-doesn't-end-here look in Blaine's eyes.

"Great. Now Kurt can tell us how he got that beautiful hickey."

"Hickey?" The head cheerleader said. "Why aren't you telling us who did it?" The two girls dragged a blushed Kurt to the kitchen. Blaine, after hesitating for a few seconds, followed them. He didn't want to miss the story.

"You ran away?" Quinn's disapproval tone didn't surprise her friends.

"Shut up, Fabray," Blaine frowned when he heard the last name, but didn't say anything. "Go on Kurt, you ran away and walked into a bar…" Kurt nodded, and looked at Blaine.

"I walked to the bar and sat on the first seat I found," he looked away from Blaine since he had a smile on his face. "He said hi and we talked for a while." He looked down to the kitchen table. "He told me my lips looked soft." He stopped. Telling the girls was one thing, but telling them in front of Blaine was totally different. Santana and Quinn looked at him with huge smiles, holding hands and telling him to go on. "I had had a couple of beers and you know better than me that alcohol doesn't get along with my body. The thing is, I leaned closer and asked him if he wanted to taste them," the scream the girls did made Kurt and Blaine, who were very focused at avoiding looking at each other, jump. The girls leaned over and kissed Kurt's red cheeks.

"Go on," Quinn insisted.

"He kissed me in a way I never thought possible," the girls left out a romantic sigh. "And then I asked him if they were really soft and he told me he wasn't sure and that he needed to taste them again," Blaine approached the group and positioned in front of Kurt, with the table in the middle. "I let him and I don't remember how, but suddenly I felt a wall behind my back and his body against mine, with his lips on my neck. I didn't think he had left a mark," he said while he touched his neck.

"God, Kurt! I can't believe how lucky you are," Santana said. "What was his name?" Kurt started to become desperate and he suddenly forgot every existing name.

"Amm… Everett," he stuttered. Blaine raised an eyebrow, amused.

"What was he like?" That was the question both of them were waiting for.

"Cute," Kurt answered, blushing completely. He looked at Blaine unconsciously. "Curly hair…" He stopped before he blow it. " Blond, black eyes, very strong, tall."

Blaine's face turned into displeasure. He could allow him to call him blond, but he disliked the rest. Black eyes, that wasn't that bad. Strong, he didn't complain about his complexion. But, TALL? If there was something that annoyed Blaine was that.

They spent an hour throwing questions at Kurt. Blaine hadn't moved from where he was, not even to put a shirt on. And with every second passing he found it difficult to not throw on Kurt and leave him another hickey.

"Are you coming with us or will you go to your house?" Quinn asked him when they were about to go to practice. Blaine immediately took the chance to be alone with Kurt.

"What do you say if today we look through what we're going to practice on Friday?" Kurt looked at him with curiosity.

"Okay," he said frowning. The girls left. As soon as he heard the main door closed, Blaine grabbed Kurt by the waist and held him closer.

"I didn't know I had changed my name, and my look," he whispered in his hear.

"I couldn't tell them it was you," Blaine smiled at him and pressed his lips against Kurt's. He started kissing him slowly, occasionally placing his tongue on his lower lip. Suddenly, a thought crossed through his mind and broke the kiss.

"How old are you?"

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