AN: Hey everyone! This chapter contains explicit descriptions of drug use. It should be pretty self explanatory, due to the nature of this fic (and the title) that drug use is going to be present in this story. I don't own Glee.

Also smut. Enjoy.

"I'll make you a deal," Blaine said from his side of the bed.

Kurt coked his head to the side, curious. Somehow, he knew having Blaine as a tutor wouldn't just mean having Blaine as a tutor. Blaine didn't seem like the type of guy to help someone out on a whim. Kurt expected there to be a catch, but he showed up with his Calculus books to Blaine's apartment at precisely 7:30 anyway.

Blaine reached beside him and opened the drawer to his nightstand. Kurt's heart started beating a little faster. Since their last encounter at Blaine's place, Kurt had thought about Blaine's weed a lot.

And dammit, Kurt was downright curious.

His head told him that weed was bad, plain and simple. But Kurt had honestly never been exposed to it before. It's easy to say no when you're never even given the opportunity to say yes.

By now, Blaine had extracted a small baggy of substance and a small glass contraption Kurt recognized as a bowl.

Sue him- he googled it. He didn't want to seem like a total loser if the situation ever arose when he needed to know the lingo. He spent more than two hours studying pot online. Its uses, its side effects, everything. It wasn't until he typed "How to smoke weed," into the search engine that he actually scared himself enough to slam his computer shut and walk away.

"Smoke this with me and I can guarantee you get an A on our next Calculus test." Blaine twirled the bowl around in his hand and gave Kurt a minute to respond.

It wasn't like Blaine to give weed away for free, but the thought of Kurt smoking was so fucking hot. Blaine was more than curious to see how Kurt's body and mind would react to the substance.

Kurt was nervous. When Kurt got nervous, his immediate reaction was to get bitchy.

"What is it, magical brain pot? Makes you smarter with every puff?"

Blaine rolled his eyes. "No. You smoke this weed with me in exchange for my tutoring services. Good for one A."

Kurt considered the offer. He wanted to try it.

And he wanted to pass Calculus.

A meager "okay," sounded from Kurt's side of the bed. If Blaine had been exhaling, he may not have heard it. Blaine immediately jumped into action, scared that Kurt would back out before he had time to pack the bowl.

"Come here," Blaine said, patting the space next to him. This time, Kurt obliged and sank into the space. "Watch me."

Kurt wondered if he should be offended that Blaine assumed he didn't know what he was doing, but then he remembered the way he had run away the last time Blaine brought weed out.

Obviously he knows you've never smoked before.

He shook the thought from his head, embarrassed. Instead he concentrated on watching Blaine. Blaine touched his lips to the opening on one side of the bowl and slipped his thumb over another opening on the side. Then Blaine lifted a lighter that he had previously fished out of his jacket pocket and held it to the largest opening- the one that was holding the tiny particles Kurt was so afraid of. Blaine lit up the lighter and held it to the weed and Kurt watched as the herbs glowed an orange color.

Blaine's finger remained on the opening as he inhaled deeply. He moved the bowl from his mouth and removed his thumb from the opening on the bowl, but kept the smoke in for a few more moments. Blaine released a long train of smoke and his shoulders relaxed. He was still for a moment- shorter than a second, then his attention was on Kurt.

Blaine handed the bowl to Kurt. It was pretty, Kurt thought. The glass was blue and purple. It looked far too innocent for what it was used for.

"Sit back, babe. I'l talk you through it."

Go figure the most caring Blaine had ever been was when he was getting Kurt to smoke weed.

Kurt lifted the bowl to his mouth and placed his lips over the opening. He looked at Blaine and waited for guidance. It was like all recollection of the steps Blaine had taken were wiped from his memory.

Blaine was kneeling on the bed facing Kurt. He took in the moment, realizing he had a height advantage for once. Kurt's eyes found his. He was waiting for instruction.

"Okay, put your thumb over the carb." Blaine took Kurt's hand and lifted it to the bowl, hooking his own thumb around Kurt's and placing it over the small opening on the side.

"Carb." Kurt thought. "Remember that."

"Now is when you would light up, but I'll do it for you this time. When I tell you to, you're gonna inhale really deeply. When you're done, remove your mouth and your thumb. Then hold the smoke in for a little and release it slowly. Okay?" Blaine scooted closer to Kurt, holding the lighter next to the bowl.

When Kurt nodded, he began to light the weed. It was slightly burnt from Blaine's turn but it would be good for quite a few more hits. Blaine's weed was quality.

"Okay, suck in." Blaine kept the lighter on the weed for beat longer, trying to get Kurt a good hit. He removed the lighter and watched.

Blaine was reminded of exactly why he wanted Kurt to smoke.

Kurt's cheeks hollowed slightly as he sucked the smoke into his lungs. His brow was furrowed slightly, concentrating on correctly following the instructions Blaine had given him.

Blaine was getting hard. He knew this would be hot.

Kurt removed his lips from the bowl and took his thumb of the carb. He rested his head against the wall behind Blaine's headboard and was still for a few long seconds.

Then, Kurt let out a long, shaky breath. Blaine waited a moment.

"Wow, babe," Blaine took the bowl from Kurt's slender fingers and looked him up and down. "I'm impressed. Even I went into a coughing fit after the first hit I ever took."

Kurt smiled, though he wasn't sure he should be proud. Either way he felt good. He didn't feel high. In fact, he felt just the same as he felt before he took the hit, except he wasn't so nervous.

"Up for another round?" Blaine asked, praying silently that the stunning boy would say yes. He had seen Kurt smoke once, but he knew that wasn't enough. Blaine was sure he'd never get enough of seeing Kurt in that state.

Kurt nodded.

What's the harm?

Blaine settled back into his place beside Kurt and took another hit. The pair continued until Blaine decided there was nothing good left in the bowl. He placed the bowl on his nightstand to clean later. His attention was on Kurt.

"How do you feel?" Blaine asked.

Kurt giggled. "I dunno."

Blaine smiled. Kurt was high. A lot of first timers don't inhale correctly and wind up not feeling a thing. Blaine stopped worrying about that after he watched Kurt take his first hit.

"It's different that I expected," Kurt said in a slightly more serious tone. There was still a light smile etched onto his face. Blaine couldn't help but think how beautiful Kurt looked like this. He was completely relaxed and he had lost the bitchy, uptight look on his face.

And then it hit Blaine. Kurt is beautiful.

He had never thought that about anyone before.

Maybe I smoked too much weed.

As much as Blaine knew that was impossible, he tried to ignore the commentary his brain was making about Kurt's beauty.

"How so?" Blaine asked.

"I just feel... light. And a little tingly. And awesome. Like I could write a novel or paint a masterpiece. And I really wanna kiss you." Kurt was staring at Blaine's lips

Neither of the boys were sure who was more surprised by Kurt's words. Blaine wasted no time.

Blaine closed the space between them. Their lips met and Kurt was sure an electric charge shot through his body. Blaine's tongue slid over Kurt's bottom lip and Kurt immediately gave him entrance. He melted back into the headboard and let Blaine straddle him.

Kurt's mind and body were absolutely buzzing. Blaine's hands held Kurt's hips lightly. Kurt let Blaine keep the dominance as their tongues dipped in and out of each others mouths. Kurt couldn't help but feel like they were dancing to an intricate tune.

Then, the buzzing turned into shockwaves as Blaine's mouth moved from Kurt's mouth to the side of Kurt's neck.

Blaine kissed and sucked up to the space below Kurt's ear and then back down to the center of his neck. His lips traveled to where Kurt's collar met his neck. Blaine's fingers moved from their place on Kurt's hips to Kurt's top button. Blaine took lis lips off of Kurt's neck to meet his gaze. He didn't say a word, but Kurt knew he was asking for permission.

Instead of giving him an answer, Kurt lunged forward and knocked Blaine off from his lap. Blaine was confused for a second until he saw the look in Kurt's eyes.

Kurt's eyes, normally big, blue, and crystal clear, were now blown dark with absolute lust. Kurt untucked his own shirt quickly before nearly ripping off Blaine's jacket. The two scrambled about, losing articles of clothing at top speed.

Their shirts, shoes, and socks were scattered around the room.

Wasting no time, Blaine unbuttoned and unzipped Kurt's notoriously tight skinny jeans and reached a hand in, fingers dipping into Kurts boxer briefs.

"OhmygodBlaine-" Kurt's voice was even more high-pitched than usual. Kurt layed back on the mattress, letting Blaine take control of the situation because holy fuck that feels good.

Blaine barely had a hand around Kurt's dick, but he could tell Kurt was big. Blaine's erection grew harder, if that was even possible. He was throbbing by now. Blaine decided it was time for them to lose their pants completely.

Now naked, Blaine straddled Blaine again. Their mouths met. This time, the kiss was even more heated than before. Blaine's hands trailed down Kurt's sides and Kurt shivered into Blaine's mouth. Blaine pulled back from the kiss and Kurt whined.

Blaine reattached his lips to Kurt's jaw. Kurt whimpered, but it wasn't because of what Blaine's mouth was doing.

Blaine had pretty much layed himself on top of Kurt, settling his legs between Kurt's spread legs. Their erections brushed against each other- once, twice.

Then again and again, faster and harder. Kurt looked absolutely wrecked. Kurt bit down on his lip in an attempt to hold in a moan, but he failed miserably.

"Fuck, Kurt." Blaine gasped, incredibly turned on by the sounds the boy beneath him was making. He felt his stomach coiling, but he held on, determined not to be the one to come first.

He took matters into his own hands- literally. Blaine swiped his thumb over the head of Kurt's cock and collected some of the pre cum that had formed there. He used it as a means to create some sort of lubricant between his hand and Kurt's dick.

Blaine started moving his hand up and down Kurt's length.

"More, Blaine, please."

"Nnnnghh."

"Sh-shit."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, B-blaine. I- I'm gonn, gonna-." Kurt was lost by now, stumbling over his words.

Blaine was proud at how easily he was able to unwrap Kurt. He twisted his wrist one final time and sent Kurt over the edge.

"Let go, baby." Blaine said, hoping it hadn't sounded as endearing out loud as it had in his head.

Kurt yelled out underneath of him as he came, his back arching off of the mattress. Blaine fisted himself a few times and came, dropping onto Kurt. He breathed heavily a few times and rolled to the right.

Bothe of them were thinking the same thing.

Holy shit.