A/N: Oh my God! I am so sorry to anyone who gives a shit about this story! I did NOT mean for it to take this long for me to update!

It's my longest ever chapter, though, so maybe that helps.. No?

Well, there's Klaine sex! Better? I thought so!

Have fun!

-MEOW-

Blaine's eyes widened as he pulled his truck to the side of the road. Did Kurt really just text him to come over?

He didn't think it was badass to be the booty-called, but it was Kurt. Fucking. Hummel. He had to go.

So he did. He breathed deep, checked his wallet for the condoms he'd bought on the way, and he pulled the small bottle of lube from the glove compartment, stuffing it in his leather jacket pocket. He rubbed his hand over the "tattoo" on his neck. It wasn't even ink. He couldn't bring himself to do it. It was henna, really good henna, but henna nonetheless. He opened the truck door and hopped out, pre-locking the doors, and closing them quietly. He looked at his phone one last time before jogging the half-block from where he parked to Kurt's window.

-MEOW-

Kurt sat cross-legged on his bed, no shirt, no socks, just pajama pants and a thoroughly freaked-out face. He's coming. He's actually coming! He had to laugh when the darker part of him replied. Not yet, but hopefully soon.

He heard two sharp raps on his window and his head whipped to the side. He sat frozen. This was it. This was the night he lost his virginity. Tonight, he fucked Blaine. Anderson.

He all but scurried off the bed, running to the window. He pulled back the curtain and slid the window to the side. And there he stood, slightly breathless and god-like. He opened his mouth to say something, but it was lost as Kurt attacked his mouth, pressing into him until neither could remember whose tongue was whose. Kurt felt the smooth metal against his tongue and pulled back, moaning and shivering. Kurt smirked at Blaine, who was caught somewhat off-guard, and breathed, "Took you long enough."

Their eyes stayed connected as something Kurt couldn't place danced in Blaine's. Finally, he laughed. Kurt stepped aside and he climbed in. "Whatever," He said as he pushed him onto the bed, smirking.

"You know I'm worth it." He threw off his jacket and climbed on top of Kurt, straddling him and kissing through him as he ran his hands down Kurt's slim, muscular chest.

He brushed over one of Kurt's nipples and Kurt arched, gasping and wriggling, pressing his semi into Blaine's for friction. As they met, Blaine's demeanor began to change and he whimpered for the first time since they'd met. Kurt was suddenly fully-erect and needed out of those pants, NOW.

He reached down and began to push them off, groaning as the fuzzy fabric brushed against the tip of his cock. Blaine wasted no time in grabbing them and pulling them off, tossing them across the room. Kurt then realized he was totally naked, and Blaine was still completely dressed. Not cool.

Before Blaine could react, Kurt rolled them over, straddling Blaine's waist and trapping his wrists above his head. Kurt yanked the white v-neck t-shirt up, revealing Blaine's muscular and lightly hairy chest. He pressed his nose into the flesh just above his bellybutton, arching his back inhumanly far, and breathed in deeply, inhaling the delicious scent that was Blaine Anderson. He pressed his lips to Blaine's left hip, just above the line of his jeans. He began to suck; a trail of wet, purple bruises forming along the path his lips had taken. Blaine's face, though Kurt couldn't see it, was absolutely, gloriously fuckable. His kiss-swollen lips quivered as short, raspy breaths escaped them, his eyes had all but rolled into the back of his head, nearly crossed from pleasure, the veins in his neck began to show every time he swallowed, each time harder than the last, and the skin of his forehead and jaw were already lined with sweat, begging Kurt to lean up and lick them.

Kurt smirked evilly up at Blaine, before diving down again, but this time, he unbuttoned the jeans with his teeth, pulling them off as he slid down Blaine's body and off the bed. Blaine just watched, eyes wide and lust-blown as he sprung free, bouncing against his stomach. The instant his feet were free, he jumped at Kurt, pushing him against the wall and shoving his tongue down Kurt's throat. Kurt's knees began to weaken, as Blaine pressed his thigh into him, giving him the friction he so wanted. Blaine grabbed Kurt's wrists and put them on his shoulders. Then, with out warning, his leg was gone from in between Kurt's. Kurt whined and tried to follow it with his hips, but Blaine held him back with a hand on either of his hips. Suddenly, the floor was gone, and Kurt's legs were being guided around Blaine's waist. Blaine pushed their hips together, holding Kurt up and against the wall. Kurt pushed back from Blaine, looking at him properly for the first time since Blaine came over. Their hips were forced together so hard it hurt, but he didn't care, and Blaine didn't seem to, either. Blaine all but glared at him, his eyes so intensely fixed on him, that it made Kurt 's mouth go dry and his eyes blur. Kurt pressed back into the kiss, digging his fingers into Blaine's hair and pulling roughly. Blaine gripped tighter at Kurt's ass, sure he was leaving bruises, but being strangely happy about it. Maybe his badass persona was affecting him more than he thought, Or maybe I just really want him to be mine. And just mine.

Blaine pulled away and went for Kurt's neck, sucking, biting, and licking all up and down it until he got to the spot just at the beginning of Kurt's right jaw, where he bit. Hard. Kurt's head flew back and he screamed. He pressed down into Blaine and rocked, loving the wet trails of precome that were being painted on their skin. Blaine removed a hand from Kurt's ass and covered Kurt's mouth. "Kurt!" he hissed, "What about your Dad?"

Kurt's eyes looked amused. He started to say something, but Blaine didn't move his hand. Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his hand and he pulled it away, shaking it and returning it to its place on Kurt's ass, lest he drop him. "What the fuck, Hummel!" He glared, "Did you just BITE me?"

"What? You can do it, but I can't?" Kurt smirked, licking his lips. "Anyway, my Dad is at his girlfriend's house for the night." Kurt leaned in and pressed his lips to Blaine's ear, whispering, "We can be as loud as we want."

Kurt cocked an eyebrow, and Blaine growled, throwing him back on the bed behind him. He turned around and fished the lube and condom out of his jacket and pants. "Oh, well, in that case," Blaine smirked, dropping to his knees at the foot of the bed, "I'll top. I want to hear you moan like a whore for me, Kurt. Because you will. You'll moan, and scream, and beg for more. And you'll. Just. Love it." Blaine soaked a finger in lube and pressed into Kurt, crooking it slightly on the way out. Kurt had already begun to pant, and writhe. God, he loves it. It's like he was born to be fucked.

Blaine pressed a second finger in, watching Kurt hiss at the sudden intrusion, but relax almost immediately when he moved even a little.

A third finger, pumping in and out, Blaine batting Kurt's hand away when he tried to touch himself, and replacing it with his mouth. Kurt's eyes stung with the tears being painfully close to orgasm by the time Blaine was moving inside him. They fit together amazingly well. Blaine's chest pressed onto Kurt's as he pulled himself out and pushed back in, the drag feeling amazing no matter how long they went.

If you asked them now, both would say they went for hours, just feeling each other.

-MEOW-

Blaine tossed the used condom in Kurt's bathroom bin, and grabbed his jacket, walking back to the bed and laying down next to Kurt. Kurt lay on his side, head propped up on his hand, just watching as Blaine's naked body moved about his room. Blaine Anderson. My room. Naked. Wow.

Blaine pulled two ambiguous objects from his jacket pocket and tossed the jacket to the foot of the bed. Crossing his feet at the ankles, Blaine proceeded to slowly pull a cigarette from his pack, put it between his lips, and flick on his lighter. He lit the cigarette and shook the lighter off, placing the pack of cigarettes and the lighter on the nightstand and blowing excess smoke out of his mouth. He took a long drag and let it out, almost instantly relaxing. He'd never tell Kurt, but cigarettes still gave him a buzz strong enough to make it hard to walk straight.

Kurt's lips parted as he brought the smoke to his lips to take another drag, and his eyes widened, his heart beating a little faster than normal. Blaine glanced over at him and did a double-take. Kurt was full-on horny (he recognized the look), but why? Does he want to go again already? Daaamnn..

He followed Kurt's eyes to his smoke, and he experimentally took another drag. Kurt moaned.

"What?" He asked defensively.

Kurt swallowed hard. "Can I...?" He gestured to the smoke in Blaine's hand. Blaine's eyebrows furrowed slightly, but he shrugged, "Sure," He held it out to Kurt.

Kurt took it and stared at it like it was the world's most difficult puzzle. He brought it to his lips, his eyes lighting up as they touched. He sucked on the end, and immediately choked, coughing and spluttering, almost dropping the cigarette. Blaine covered his mouth, trying his best not to laugh at Kurt as his eyes began to water. He grabbed back the cigarette and took a drag before popping open the bottom of his lighter, which formed an ashtray, and flicking the ashes into it.

Kurt recovered and glared at Blaine for laughing, snatching the cigarette back, determined to do it now. "Show me how." He demanded, gesturing to Blaine's pack on the nightstand.

Blaine widened his eyes in mock shock and smirked sarcastically, "What's the magic word?"

Kurt pressed his tongue into his cheek, "Blow me."

Blaine cocked an eyebrow, "I thought you wanted to learn?"

Kurt sighed, but nodded sheepishly and made his best "innocent" face. "Pleeeeeasssseee?"

Blaine shook his head slightly, "See? Now was that so hard?"

Kurt rolled his eyes, and Blaine laughed, grabbing another smoke and lighting up. "It's like this," He said, smoke pouring from his mouth, "You just suck it into your mouth like drinking from a straw, hold it in, and then suck in, like 'Gasp! Not my Marc Jacobs!'. That's inhaling. Then you just blow it out." Blaine brought the cigarette to his lips and demonstrated. Kurt nodded, his mouth slightly open and his head tilting.

"Okay, so... Straw, shocked, blow out?"

Blaine nodded. Kurt brought the smoke to his lips, preparing for his first inhale. He sucked the smoke into his mouth. Oh. My. God. Why does everyone say this tastes so bad? It tastes like kissing Blaine minus the tongue. It's so good. What was the next step again?

But it was too late, he'd breathed out, all the delicious smoke gone via his nose.

"Dammit!" Blaine rubbed his eyes, and offered the ashtray to Kurt. Kurt flicked the ashes into the tray gently and stared at the smoke.

He tried again.

I wasn't even exaggerating. This is sooo fucking good. He remembered the second step this time and sucked the smoked deep into his lungs. He pushed it out slowly and immediately went in for another drag.

It took four to feel it. Suddenly, Kurt didn't care anymore. He gasped and writhed and moaned and giggled.

He put the cigarette in his mouth and held it between his lips loosely. He straddled Blaine and pulled it out, moving to whisper in Blaine's ear, "I want you, so fucking bad... Right. Now."

Blaine grabbed both cigarettes and put them out, setting both aside. "I'm all yours, Kurt." He growled.

"My wish is your command," He smirked.

"Blow me." Kurt growled as he kissed down Blaine's neck.

"I will."

-MEOW-

Oh my God. Kurt and I just had sex. We did it. Twice. Blaine looked over at Kurt, who was asleep on his back, arms flung above his head, legs curled up against his naked butt, and his face completely relaxed. His mouth hung open slightly, and there was absolutely no form left to his hair.
My God he's beautiful. I could wake up next to him everyday and never complain. I love him.
Kurt started to move, a slight moan escaping his lips as he stretched. Blaine moved slightly so that he was leaning above Kurt.

Kurt sighed heavily and opened his eyes, blinking awake. The first thing he saw was Blaine. A huge smile spread across his face as he recalled the night before.

Brace yourself, Anderson. Last night was perfect... Oh God, so perfect... But he wants a badass. Be. His. Badass.

Blaine leaned down and kissed him, a rough, passionate kiss, that left Kurt feeling surprised and very turned-on.

"I gotta go, Hummel. Plans." He rolled out of the bed and grabbed his pants, tossing Kurt his shirt. "Keep it. You earned it." Kurt gaped at him, but said nothing as he finished dressing and climbed out the windows. Kurt stood and closed the window. "Bye, Blaine. Love you."

He bit his lip and furrowed his eyebrows. Did I do something wrong? He couldn't help but think that. Last night had been perfect for him. Beautiful, close, with intimacy, everything he wanted out of a sexual relationship. Then why do I feel cheap?

Kurt grabbed the shirt off the bed and pressed it to his face, breathing in the smell of Blaine. He sat back on the bed and nearly cried out. He was sore. Like, really sore. "Ow." He whined, rubbing his ass.

It hurt, but he couldn't bring himself to regret any part of the night before. Rushing or not, it was still the best night of his life. He also realized something he hadn't before. He was sickeningly, madly, silly-love-songs, holding hands, gigglingly in love with Blaine. And he wanted all of the cutesy, mushy, girly crap that he'd never understood before. He wanted a boyfriend.

He sighed and threw himself down onto the bed, groaning. Why does it all have to be so fucking complicated?

He sat up. "It doesn't." He decided, "Stop being such a highschool girl and get over it. Seriously, Hummel. Buck the fuck up." He huffed at himself and tossed the rumpled t-shirt across the room and walked to the shower, throwing the water all the way hot and stepping in,

-MEOW-

Blaine sat in his truck, head in his hands and a quiet song playing on the radio. He hadn't left from where he'd parked the night before, not being entirely able to convince himself not to go back and fix what he'd just done to Kurt.

That's what he wants. But why do I feel like such an ass?

He groaned and punched the window of his truck, a loud thump sounding but no other reaction. He looked down at his knuckles. Bleeding. Great. You're such an idiot, Anderson, God.

Eventually he convinced himself that Kurt was happier this way, and though it went against every fiber of his being to want to leave Kurt after such a beautiful, perfect night, he drove home.

He was glad Kurt couldn't see him. How ironic that would be. Him dropping the Badass act and crying in front of Kurt who was the cause of the trouble in the first place.

Holy fuck. When did life get so damn complicated? He shook his head as he pulled into his driveway. About the time you saw Kurt... But, as he kept reiterating time after time, Kurt was so worth it.

One smile from Kurt would be worth all this, much less every perfect moment the they shared. No matter how complicated it got, life for Blaine Anderson was exactly where he wanted it to be.

-MEOW-

Blaine's house was huge. And not three-floors-plus-a-basement huge. We're talking seventeen bedrooms for three people, indoor jacuzzi, personal staff huge.

His parents were pretty loaded. Not that anyone at school knew that. Blaine tried his best to keep McKinley-Blaine and entitled-rich-kid-Blaine from ever crossing paths. He could get in and out without anyone noticing, assuming that someone would even care.

His parents weren't bad people, they were just.. busy. They didn't really have time to keep up with a teenager, and it's not like Blaine was ever a rebel. He did what he was told, went to the functions it was necessary for him to appear at, and his parents left him alone the rest of the time. It worked for them.

Blaine's father never really accepted that Blaine was gay, he'd tried for a couple of years to make him straight, but eventually he gave up. His mom, on the other hand, acted as if he'd never told her. They never spoke about Blaine's love-life or really anything other than her telling him where he needed to be and when.

Blaine began tearing off his clothes as soon as he stepped in the door. He needed a shower, and soon.

He rolled all of his clothes into a ball and stuffed them down the laundry chute outside his bedroom door as he walked to his bathroom.

He flipped on his iPod dock turned it on shuffle and hopped into the shower.

As the water pounded against his back, he realized what song had come on. He smiled and sang along, "Hey! I just met you, and this is crazy! But here's my number! So call me, maybe?"

He giggled as he let the music and shower wash away his fears from earlier.

Everything would be okay.

As the song continued, his thoughts returned to Kurt, and how fitting this song was for them. He couldn't help but laugh as he sang, "It's hard to look right at you, baby! But here's by number, so call me maybe?"

It was so Kurt. Blaine sighed and smiled, allowing his mind to wander back to the night before. Everything had been so wonderfully perfect. He'd been so happy.

The shampoo fell off the shelf and brought him back to reality, crashing loudly to the floor of the shower.

It wasn't until he'd stepped out of the shower and began to dry off that he realized the song had changed.

Brendan Urie's voice smoothed through the speakers. It was Kurt and his song. Or at least the song you've stupidly built up in your head, that probably means nothing to Kurt, you stupid, hopeless romantic. Blaine rolled his eyes and re-wrapped the white towel around his waist, listening to the song.

...Better love, deserving of exchanging body heat in the passenger's seat.

Oh, no, no, you know it will always just be me..

Blaine sighed and changed the song, walking out to get dressed.

-MEOW-

Kurt stepped out of the long, hot shower just as the water began to turn cold, and not a moment before.

No matter how hard he tried to stop them, the stupid, girly, attached-to-my-v-card feelings kept coming back. Kurt couldn't help but feel like he'd done something wrong or like the night before hadn't meant anything to Blaine.

"Fuck!" Kurt rand his hands through his hair and sat on the bed. "Why did we have to complicate shit?"

He frantically wiped at his eyes, feeling stupid and embarrassed as he pushed away the tears.

He tried to push them down, but eventually gave up. He flipped on his Adele and curled his body around his long body pillow, hugging it tightly to his chest as he cried.

-MEOW-

By the time Monday rolled around, Kurt was over it. No, that's not really true. He was just better at hiding it.

He pulled up to the school in his Navigator at 7:45 and waited. School didn't start until eight.

He could go in if he wanted, but fifteen more minutes to compose himself didn't exactly sound like a bad idea.

He sighed and flipped the key backward, turning on just the accessories so he could listen to the radio.

He turned up the station and laughed halfheartedly it had been so long since he'd heard this song. He sang along as he check and re-checked the make-up on his neck.

"Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it!
Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it!
Sticks and stones may break my bones!
But chains and whips excite me!"

His voice was gravelly as he captured the sexiness of the song. His hips bounced and circled and his hands ran over his body as he gyrated to it.

He turned it up again until it was full volume and he drug his nails over his hip, scraping over the bruises that Blaine had left. His eyes slipped shut as he rolled his body to the beat, relishing in his new-found sexuality.

Suddenly, there were two new hands tugging his hair and sliding over his body.

His eyes flew open as he came face-to-face with Blaine.

"Oh, I love the feeling you bring to me, oh, you turn me on," Blaine sang, pressing their bodies together and kissing him. He climbed onto Kurt, straddling him and grinding their cocks together.

He pressed their lips together harder, pulling at Kurt's thick hair.

He sucked at Kurt's bottom lip as he pulled off, taking it with him, and sliding off reluctantly with a loud, wet pop.

He leaned in, and nibbled at Kurt's earlobe as the song continued, growling, "Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it! Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it! Sticks and stones may break my bones! But chains and whips excite me!"

He bit Kurt's earlobe and ground down, focusing on Kurt, and the little moans he was making.

The song was almost over when Blaine's gravelly voice growled in his ear, "See you after school, Hummel. You've got a fun night ahead of you. Don't keep me waiting."

And he pushed open the driver's side door, climbing out as the song finished and closing it behind him. Thank god for tinted windows.

-MEOW-

A/N: The songs used were "Call me Maybe" by Carly Rae Jepsen, "Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off" by Panic! At The Disco, and "S&M" by Rihanna.

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