Finals meant more work. More work meant stress. Stress lead to anxiety. Anxiety lead to procrastination.

And one would think Kurt's go-to for procrastinating would be his boyfriend.

His boyfriend, whom Kurt agreed he wants to have sex with, was now giving Kurt other messages.

"Baby, babe, c'mon," Blaine laughed, catching Kurt's hands that were tugging at Blaine's shirt and pulling them away. "I know you have that paper to finish."

"Since when do you care?" Kurt asked, voice higher than normal. Later on, when a million assignments weren't hanging over his head, he'll look back on this moment. When he's frazzled to the point of latching on to any form of distraction, his hair lacking product and his skin flushed pink. "Please, can we, for five minutes—"

Kurt leaned into Blaine, wanting to kiss his mouth and lay him on the bed so they both can lay down forever and never get up. But Blaine stopped him, laughing some more.

"Kurt," Blaine tried looking at him seriously, but the amused smile wouldn't go away. "I know you're hot for me, but now is the worst of times."

"Now is the best of times," Kurt aimed for a kiss again.

Blaine dodged away. "It's just five pages."

"Yeah, due in two days, I've got time."

"But you have to study tomorrow, too."

"I'll make time."

"Baby."

"Blaine," Kurt whined.

"How about—" Blaine began, but an idea lit up in Kurt's head. He quickly shuffled as best he could in Blaine's lap, hands around his face and eyes wider than ever.

"We could practice some more," Kurt said. When he saw that shut Blaine up real quick, he grinned and lowered his eyelids. "We haven't in so long and…" He tilted his mouth towards Blaine's neck, giving it a ghost of a kiss before, "I miss your fingers inside me."

His boyfriend's breathing had quickened as his jaw clamped tight. Kurt grinned wider and kissed his neck again. He had him there.

But, to Kurt's dismay, Blaine gently pushed him away and shook his head. "Nope. Nope." His voice sounded strained just saying that one word. "Not right now. Not when—Kurt, we can't right now and you know it."

Kurt huffed and slouched his shoulders in defeat. In pity, Blaine pecked a sweet kiss to his lips and smiled. "Afterwards. I promise."

"It's gonna take me forever. I barely have a thesis!"

"Well," Blaine said. "Maybe I can help. All my professors say I have excellent writing skills."

"...exactly how many things are you good at?"

"Get your paper done, and I'll show you a few more."


A list of events that happened during Finals Week:

Tina stayed awake for thirty hours running solely on Starbucks coffee.

Kurt took a nap on Mercedes' fuzzy purple carpet.

Blaine made a three AM trip to the local Walmart because Kurt had a sudden craving for chicken nuggets and couldn't focus on studying without eating something.

Artie finished three Netflix documentaries about conspiracy theories instead of finishing his project. He was quite proud of this achievement regardless.

Sam invited Blaine and Kurt to a party that week, and high-strung-on-stress-Kurt almost screamed in his face.

Mercedes stress-cried to Kurt twice in the cafeteria and both times Kurt held her and offered to buy her a smoothie.

At four AM, Kurt and Blaine stopped studying to have a weirdly deep conversation about the universe, the meaning of life, and why the alphabet is arranged the way it is.

Tina took a nap in the library and snored so loud the librarians woke her up to kick her out.

Blaine sang in front of Kurt for the first time…

And Kurt swore his heart dropped out of his chest.


"You know," Kurt whispered to Blaine, the night before their last final. Kurt had memorized his script back to front, and Blaine argued you can't really study math. So they're lying under their covers, legs intertwined as Kurt's laptop balances on top of their knees, playing a Netflix romcom. "You could major in Drama."

Blaine didn't look away from the screen (he was really invested in the plot). "Mm?"

Kurt played with Blaine's loose curls, brushing them aside and swirling them around his index finger. "Mhmm. I mean, you are good at singing."

He saw a corner of Blaine's mouth quirk up. "Really?"

Kurt smiled. "Really."

"I mean," Blaine said oh-so-casually, "it's a good thing I talked to the head of the Drama department yesterday, huh?"

Kurt's grin buried itself into Blaine's hair. "Mhm."


Tina compared surviving Finals Week to crawling out of Tartarus. Artie reminded her that it's only going to get worse with their upcoming years. With the rage in Tina's eyes, Kurt expected her to break up with Artie right then and there.

Sam, after understanding that pretty much everyone was studying that week, moved that party to Friday night, the last night before Winter Break started. They agreed to come. Besides, they deserve to celebrate. They had crawled out of Tartarus, for god's sake.

And boy, were people celebrating. The frat house was crammed with tired-eyed students bursting out that one last hurrah of energy, cursing out various quizzes and professors before downing a drink. Kurt witness a guy from his History of Theater class climb onto the beer pong table and strip his shirt off, swinging it above his head as the crowd cheered.

College. What a ride.

Kurt didn't want to drink, but Blaine took a few sips from whatever Sam handed him. Tina was gone enough to give Artie a lap dance. Mercedes was filming it all for her Snapchat Story.

Whoever was DJing this party put on a Katy Perry classic, and people went nuts. Everyone knew the words and were singing along off-key. Blaine raised his red solo cup and belted out a verse in perfect pitch.

Kurt giggled and couldn't stop smiling at him. Blaine Anderson, wild-haired, tattooed, leather jacket and all, somehow stole his heart. And he sang like a dream. Kurt couldn't quite get over it.

"What?" Blaine asked, noticing the staring and mirroring Kurt's grin.

Kurt shook his head fondly. "You're a good singer."

Blaine lifted his eyebrows before tossing his drink to a nearby trash can. "You don't say?"

Kurt nodded and laughed again. Tonight had that atmosphere of relief and delight. It was the absence of test taking, for sure. But also that knowledge that everyone here won't be seeing each other for a month. They had the chance to celebrate one last time.

Blaine nodded over to the dance floor. "You wanna?"

"Wanna what?"

"Dance with me?"

Tell Kurt of sixteen exactly how he'd achieve his dream of dancing with a boy, and his jaw would surely drop. There Kurt was now, bopping his head and shimmying his hips to Teenage Dream which boomed through the surrounding speakers, all while his boyfriend kept a hand on his hip so their bodies could be flush together even with everyone knocking into them.

And Blaine sang to him again, lips to the shell of his ear, so only he could hear. Kurt's cheeks hurt from smiling.


"I'm exhausted," Kurt declared when they made it back to their room at three AM. They wanted to leave earlier to get the sleep they needed catching up on, but more iconic songs came on and the thought of one more dance can't hurt turned into an extra hour of partying.

Blaine kicked off his shoes and shoved his suitcase against the wall to make room for walking. "We'll just...set our alarms later. What time was your dad picking you up?"

Oh. Right. They were leaving tomorrow for break, Kurt almost forgot. Except Blaine's family was taking a cruise and Kurt remembered they wouldn't be seeing each other for—

So long.

The lump in his throat was quickly swallowed back down.

"Uh. Noon? So I'll wake up...around ten?" he said, sitting at the edge of their mattress while fishing out his phone and changing his alarm.

"You okay?" Blaine asked, watching him.

Kurt nodded multiple times. "Yeah. Of course."

He heard the footsteps approach and Kurt looked up in time to see Blaine lean down and kiss him. Not a quick kiss, like Kurt expected, but an unhurried, deep kiss. One of Blaine's hands slid up to cup his jaw. Kurt's phone went loose between his fingers.

Blaine pulled back to say, almost rushed, "I'm gonna miss you."

Kurt exhaled a short laugh. "I'm gonna miss you, too."

"I really wish I wasn't gonna be on a fucking cruise."

"It's two weeks."

"Without you."

Kurt twirled his fingers into the baggy part of Blaine's shirt. "I'll call you every night."

Blaine huffed and looked down, his long eyelashes fanning his cheeks.

That's the moment Kurt's pulse jumped. Just for a beat. But his fingers tightened ever so slightly in Blaine's shirt. He felt like, in that moment, his lungs forgot to breathe.

"Blaine?" he asked very quietly.

Golden irises looked up at his face. "Yeah?"

"Can you," Kurt gulped. "Kiss me again?"

Blaine nodded, a bit confused on why a simple request made Kurt like this. But, Kurt paused him once more to add, "And take off my clothes."

It wasn't a request. It was a want.

Within minutes Kurt was lying on his back with his knees bent slightly. Their light was off, but his desk lamp was on so they could still see. He felt his hands trembling, and goosebumps showed up everywhere.

"You're sure?" Blaine asked. He stared down at Kurt with the most searching expression. It was as if he spotted the slightest chance of no, he'd be away in an instant.

"Yes." Even to his own ears, Kurt's voice sounded soft. Vulnerable. More goosebumps emerged.

Blaine nodded. His shirt was long gone, next to Kurt's on the floor. And Kurt's pants. The taking off of clothes was easy. In fact, Blaine seemed eager to do so. He had practically clawed off Kurt's layers before pushing him backwards on the mattress. Perhaps now, since reality slapped them in the face, he was realizing what they're doing was real.

Kurt reached up to cup the back of Blaine's neck and pull him downwards, kissing him. Blaine's body relaxed immediately. He moaned a bit against Kurt's mouth.

Kurt nodded underneath him. "I want you," he said, "so bad."

"I want you too," Blaine told him. He kissed him harder. "I've wanted you…" His lips were crushing against Kurt's skin. "Since, god, since forever."

His hips were pushing down. Kurt raised his upwards. His fingernails dug into Blaine's neck when Blaine grinded against him.

A car horn honked loudly outside. They paused everything to snicker. Of course that would happen.

But it gave Blaine the chance to meet his eyes again. His face went soft when he asked Kurt, "Why now?"

"What do you mean?" Kurt said. "You know I've wanted this for a while."

"No, I mean, like." He sighed. "It's...not romantic. I wanted to make it romantic."

Kurt raised his eyebrows. "You wanted to make this romantic?"

"Yeah! Like, I don't fucking know, make a playlist for background music? With really good shit, too. Like that Adele song you love so much. Maybe rent a hotel room for the night. I dunno." Blaine's cheeks grew pink. "I'd get us some good wine and...stop looking at me like that!"

"You're amazing." Kurt beamed up at him.

"Our dorm room isn't exactly Embassy Suites."

"It's our room, though," Kurt pointed out. "Our room...on our bed."

Blaine nodded slowly. "Yeah." He smiled too.

They were kissing again. Whatever exhaustion before ceased to exist. Blaine's lips found their way to the crook of Kurt's neck, innocent pecking turned to hard sucking. Kurt panted, arching his back, connecting their bodies. His cock strained against his underwear.

Finished with the mark he'd been working on, Blaine came back up with wet lips and asked, "Lube?" in which Kurt nodded. In this time Kurt shuffled out of his last layer, tossing it with the rest of their clothes.

Then, while wiggling his toes, he frowned. "Wait."

Blaine paused from digging through his drawer. "What?"

"Do people...wear socks? While...doing this?"

Blaine cracked a smirk. "Sure?"

"Well, you would know best!"

Blaine shook his head. "Having anal sex a whopping three times doesn't make me an expert, Kurt."

Shock immobilized Kurt's body.

Three?

He was expecting double digits, at least. Only three? That can't be right, that didn't make any sense.

"Wh—" He honestly was stunned for words. "How—you always had guys in here—"

Blaine shrugged as he walked back over. "And we did other stuff besides the butt stuff."

"But...people were always talking...about…"

"Kurt," Blaine smiled at him as he eased him back onto the bed. "People have different definitions of sex."

The confusion was still evident enough Blaine kissed the worry lines on his forehead. As he too stripped naked, Kurt watched and thought.

How was it, that the Blaine he knew first day coming here was completely different than the Blaine beside him now?

"Three times…" he repeated. "That's not even three people that's just three separate times—"

"Kurt, babe," Blaine must have considered his bewilderment adorable, because he was giggling as he squeezed some lube onto his fingers. "It was years ago."

Years ago?! That means he wasn't even doing that with guys here!

Before his mind could be boggled any further, Blaine's clean hand touched his thigh to spread them apart while the other wandered lower, pressing against his entrance. Kurt gasped, but his mind came back to the present.

He hummed, relaxing onto the pillows. "Mm, yeah…"

"You like that?" Blaine pressed his finger farther in. It wouldn't take long until two. They've been practicing, after all.

Kurt gave him a look. "You know I do."

Blaine leaned forward to give him a kiss. Then, his head went lower, and his mouth attached to one of Kurt's nipples.

Eyes squeezing shut, Kurt gasped louder and unknowingly spread his legs wider. That was new. And absolutely wonderful.

Two fingers moved inside him until Kurt requested for three. He knew it would take longer to adjust, it always did. He kept his eyes closed and focused on breathing. His eyebrows pinched at the stretch.

"Okay?"

"Yeah," Kurt exhaled.

"Y-you look, uh." The falter in Blaine's voice had Kurt peek his eyes open. Casanova Anderson appeared incredibly flustered, unsure whether to stare at Kurt or to the side. "You look good. Right now."

"Really?" Kurt asked, amused. "I mean, I assumed by your…" His eyes flickered down between Blaine's legs.

Blaine pursed his lips to keep from laughing and curled his fingers upwards. Kurt's mouth fell open and he clutched on to Blaine's nearby arm. Clearly, Blaine won this round.

Everyone warned Kurt sex would be awkward. Sure, that was true, but no one told him it would be this much fun.

But when Blaine stopped and asked, "You ready?" That daunting reality took over his body for two entire seconds.

Kurt did nod, eventually. His chest grew lighter.

"Um," Blaine said, condom between his fingers now. "It's, uh, easier for your first time, if...you're on your stomach."

Mister Three Times was still the more experienced here. Kurt considered arguing, because of course he wanted to see Blaine's face through it all, and he wanted Blaine to see him. But, Kurt has also seen Blaine's dick, and it wasn't small by any means. And he didn't want to remember his first time as painful

Reluctantly, he shifted over to his stomach. Nerves spiked through his system again. Why was it scarier when he couldn't see a damn thing?

Blaine adjusted him, brought his hips up a little. Now Kurt felt like he was on display, waiting. He heard the condom wrapper tear and he wondered if he should be watching? Helping? Doing something over than stare wide-eyed at his pillowcase, his fingers balled in front of him?

Blaine touched his waist. "Good?"

Kurt nodded, feeling his hair tap against his forehead. "Mhmm."

"Just breathe, okay?"

"Am I not breathing now?"

Blaine chuckled. "I don't think so."

So Kurt inhaled, then exhaled. He did it again. In and out. And again, in and out. And—

Pressure against his hole. Constant, hard, forward pressure. Slick with lube and utterly resilient. He tried to keep his jaw shut but couldn't. His face buried into his pillow and he couldn't hold back his high gasp.

Blaine's hand smoothed up his spine. "Okay?"

"S-slower."

"Yeah. Yeah, of course."

Kurt kept breathing but it felt like his lungs were being clogged. Every part of his body broke out in sweat and he couldn't stop whining. He was being stuffed and it was so full and overwhelming he felt like he might break. He could just shatter onto the sheets, knowing Blaine could put him back together only so he could fall apart again.

He found himself pushing back into Blaine now. His spine arched. "God," Kurt exhaled.

"You want me to start moving?" Blaine asked.

"Just...give me a sec."

Three fingers were nothing compared to this. Kurt's fists were so tight, marks were left on his palms from his fingernails. He relaxed them, and breathed again.

Blaine's cool lips pressed against the spot between his shoulder blades. "You feel amazing," he whispered to Kurt.

Kurt huffed. "So do you."

Blaine chuckled and kissed that spot again. Then, his forehead pressed there, and he exhaled too. They both were adjusting.

A few moments later, Kurt nodded to himself before saying to Blaine, "You can move now."

Lifting himself up, Blaine had both palms pressed on the mattress either side of Kurt. His cock eased out slowly, only to push back in. He did this again, and again.

Kurt bit into his pillow. Oh god it felt so good—

Blaine gradually picked up pace, shifting his hands so they rested at Kurt's tiny waist, then to grope his ass for a bit. At that point Blaine must have unconsciously moved faster. Kurt didn't mind at all.

It came to Blaine draping himself over Kurt, stilling for a moment so he could press his lips next to Kurt's ear. His breathing was heavy, and Kurt could feel the body heat against his back. But with this position, Blaine's hips jerked forward so suddenly and roughly, it took Kurt's breath away. A noise between a moan and a gasp escaped his lips.

"Blaine…"

"Yeah, baby?"

"God, it's…" The pace was quickening to the point of Blaine snapping his hips forward. Kurt's breath couldn't keep up. "F-fuck. It's so…"

"You're so fucking sexy, Kurt." Blaine pressed a messy kiss into his sweaty hair. "Keep making those noises, yeah?"

"C-can I," He was panting out his words by now. "Can I turn over? I wanna see you."

"Fuck. Yeah, yeah sure."

The awkward shuffling lasted less than ten seconds, thank god. Blaine had to hold the condom to pull out but Kurt was on his back in record time, his legs falling open just as fast. Blaine hoisted his waist up to position correctly, and while Kurt felt a bit ridiculous in this pose, he couldn't help but be distracted by the shimmer of sweat across Blaine's skin, or the fact his hair was wilder than before, or the sight of his heaving chest.

I'm sexy? Look at yourself.

Blaine was back inside him, quicker than the first time, and Kurt groaned in appreciation. The rhythm began again, except this time when Blaine leaned over him, his face was only inches from Kurt's.

"Perfect," Kurt whispered, blinking up at his boyfriend.

Either Blaine didn't hear him correctly, or thought Kurt wasn't talking about him.

The bed frame was tapping against the wall, Kurt noticed, but he hoped their neighbors didn't. Blaine's movements didn't help the cause either. He shifted himself, one arm bent near Kurt's head and the other holding his waist steady, then he not only brought his movements faster, but it was like he angled himself differently, lifting Kurt off the mattress and—

"O-oh, god." Kurt slammed the back of his head against the pillow, mouth dropping open.

Blaine smirked. "Did I hit the right spot?"

"Do it again—fuck—Blaine, oh my god."

Neighbors were out of the question now. Kurt was practically gulping for air, clutching on to any part of Blaine's skin he could reach. Little grunts and groans came out of Blaine's mouth, Kurt could hear. But his favorite was the needy little whines. This would happen with a particularly hard thrust which stayed in place for a moment, settling as deep as possible.

Kurt's hand wrapped around his own cock, stroking it quickly in time with Blaine. The coiling heat was rising, and precum already leaked against his belly. "Close," he said to Blaine.

Blaine dropped his face in the crook of Kurt's neck, thrusting at a pace wilder than before. Kurt closed his eyes and tilted his nose towards the mess of raven hair next to him. He could smell apple spice.

"I love you," Kurt whispered.

Then Kurt froze. His eyes shot open and his breath stalled in his throat. He hadn't—oh shit, did he seriously just say his first I love you in the middle of sex—?!

Blaine slowed his movements and raised his head up to look at Kurt, and Kurt's head was ringing with the realization of his slip-up to do anything but stare back. Blaine's skin was flushed and his lips parted, air coming out in long exhales. He looked as if he were amazed.

"I love you, too," he replied.

He crashed his lips to Kurt's, kissing him so hard and passionately. A choking sob came out somehow from Kurt's mouth, for he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

They continued with the matter at hand, of course. Blaine's thrusting picked up and Kurt shuddered, tipping his head back and scrunched his eyes shut. He was close, and judging by Blaine's irregular rhythm, his boyfriend was too.

Blaine angled himself in just the right way, driving his cock in deep, and Kurt stuttered out a gasp as his body seized and he came over his own fingers and abdomen. He was almost certain he saw stars.

Over him, Blaine hissed out a fuck and Kurt watched him, dazed, as Blaine pounded into him, lifting the lower half of his body off the bed only a few more times before he too stilled, squeezed his eyes closed and hung his mouth open in a long moan. His arms were trembling.

Their panting became the only noise for the next moments. Kurt tilted his head against the damp pillow, waiting for any neighbors to knock loudly on the walls. Not a sound came.

Blaine kissed his cheek, lungs still trying to catch up, and held onto the condom as he pulled out. He told Kurt to relax again, and honestly that's all Kurt felt like he could do. His thighs were shaking and the sweat around his body began to cool against the open air.

The sexy illusion died quickly. With sweat came stickiness. Lube was still wet between his legs. And his cum was drying on his belly.

"Ick," he muttered.

Blaine laughed, returning from tossing the condom into their trash bin. "That bad, huh?"

"No!" Kurt gaped at him, horrified at the context his boyfriend chose. "You were—that was—Blaine, I'm talking about my cum."

"Gimme a sec, I'll be back with a towel," Blaine chuckled, standing and walking over to his laundry. Naked. He walked over stark naked and Kurt had no shame in staring.

Kurt blinked.

Holy shit, that actually happened.

He covered his smile with a clean hand and sighed up at the ceiling.

Blaine may be labeled as a 'bad boy' around campus but he cleaned up Kurt like a proper gentleman. He even offered to grab some clothes for Kurt, but Kurt replied he wouldn't mind if they just laid there as they were. Blaine grinned, tossing the towel aside.

"So," said Blaine, scooting in beside Kurt and laying his head on the same pillow as him. He still smelled like apple spice, mixed with sweat and sex. Kurt now knew what sex smelled like, weird.

"So," Kurt repeated, matching Blaine's shy smile.

"Thoughts?"

Kurt twisted his mouth, gaze wandering to Blaine's tattoos. They wrapped around his shoulders in beautiful line art. He began to trace them with his index finger. "It was incredible."

"Yeah?"

From the corner of his eye, Kurt saw Blaine's smile grow, and he nodded. "Mhm. But," he paused his tracing, catching his boyfriend's grin falter, "I don't exactly have anything to compare it to."

Blaine's mouth parted, and his smile turned sly. "Oh, I see."

"Mhm."

"Perhaps we'll have to do it again."

"Perhaps."

"So you have some comparison."

"Absolutely."

"But, for your first time...it was alright?"

"Blaine," Kurt looked at him as if he was ridiculous, "It was so...it was fucking amazing. It was—oh my god, when you—and—" He needed to calm down. "It was really, really good."

One of Blaine's arms found its way around Kurt's waist, and he tugged him closer. Blaine was smiling so much his cheeks were crinkling his eyes. His hair was still a mess though, and it tickled Kurt's cheek when Blaine nuzzled his nose in the crook of his neck.

"God, I love you," he breathed out.

Oh, yeah, that was also a thing.

Kurt shivered and giggled softly into Blaine's hair. "Funny, because I love you, too."