Disclaimer: Well folks, we've finally arrived at content deserving of my M rating. Not only is there more than just a single instance of a word included on George Carlin's list of 7 words you can't say on TV, but we are also getting rather lemony in here! You smut h00rs may rejoice now. Glee/characters/etc aren't mine, citrus fruits are. Glee68 worked her magic – yay! :)

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Chapter 10

Several weeks later, all the members of New Directions, plus Blaine their honorary member, were kicked back in Rachel's basement with snacks and beverages (thankfully of the non-alcoholic variety this time) watching movies. School had been out for the summer for over a week and this was the first chance that everyone had had to get together. All the boys, minus Kurt, wanted something gory and/or action-filled. The girls, and Kurt, of course wanted something sappy. A real tear-jerker would be best. The bickering went on until Rachel played the "it's my house" card and pulled out all the "chick-flicks".

A chorus of groans could be heard for miles around. Finally Blaine spoke up. "Guys, I have an idea. How about the movie Rent? It's got the sappy love stories and the teary scenes for the girls, but it's not so sappy that you guys would grow the vaginas you're all so terrified of getting. And since we all love to sing, I think it would be fun to treat it kind of like a sing-along."

"That's not a bad idea, Blaine. Not bad at all. We'll still be dangerously close to losing our man cards, but it's still better than being forced to sit through The Notebook," agreed Puck. "I have a feeling that's the best we're going to do as far as movies go tonight."

Blaine smiled. To tell the truth, he knew that The Notebook was one of Kurt's favorite movies, and he kind of liked it too, but he sure wasn't going to say anything lest the complaining start back up again.

Rachel popped the movie into the DVD player and rejoined Finn on the couch. Blaine and Kurt were in the oversized arm chair in the corner. Kurt was more than happy to curl up in Blaine's lap, and Blaine of course relished any excuse to wrap his arms around his boyfriend.

The opening number, Seasons of Love, came on, and everyone began to sing.

Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes,
Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?

Rachel, of course, took the first verse, and surprisingly, Kurt took the second. Blaine wouldn't have pictured Kurt singing that verse since it was usually sung by an African American man with a "beefier" voice, but Kurt never ceased to amaze him. His talent knew no bounds. The rest of the group joined in until the end when Mercedes, resident high note wailer, took charge of the end solo. The song ended and everyone looked around at one another.

"Holy crap. We should have done THAT at Nationals," stated Finn. "We would have kicked Vocal Adrenaline's asses."

"I agree. That was amazing. But we would have had to kill one of the original songs to fit that one in, because I would have never, EVER given up For Good for anything," said Kurt as he looked lovingly at Blaine.

Kurt heard exaggerated gagging noises coming from the corner of the room. "Really, Puckerman?" he scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Ooh! I LOVE this song!" cried Rachel. "Blaine, it's totally in your range. Give it a try!"

"Oh wow, okay. Um, let me see if I remember the words…"

One song glory
One song before I go
Glory
One song to leave behind
Find one song
One last refrain
Glory
From the pretty boy front man
Who wasted opportunity

Hmm, pretty boy front man who wasted opportunity, thought Blaine as he was singing. How ironic. Sounds like even the song knew I could have had Kurt months ago.

Blaine finished the song and Mercedes dropped to her knees in front of him and started doing the "We're not worthy" bow.

"Daaaaaamn boy! You need to ditch the top forty pop stuff and do some more of this!" said Artie, very impressed with what he had just heard.

Blaine shrugged. "I always wanted to do something Broadway. But unfortunately, the Warblers don't 'do' Broadway. Most showtunes don't really lend themselves well to beatboxing and vocal percussion."

Kurt had tears in his eyes and was just about to gush about how much he loved Blaine's song when Santana yelled out, "This girl's Latina and she's fuckin' hot, so this song is MINE. Puck, sing with me!"

As Santana and Puck danced and seduced their way through Light My Candle, Kurt curled up in Blaine's arms and whispered in his ear, "When you sing, you make me want to cry and turn me on at the same time. How do you do that?"

"I'm just that good, babe!"

"You're modest, too, aren't you?" Kurt giggled, digging him in the ribs.

Blaine leered at Kurt. "If ya got it, flaunt it, and baby I got it!"

"Okay, yeah, I'll totally give you that one. But seriously, your vocals are stunning. I wish we were all in New Directions together. We need to find someone of your caliber to join us. Finn holds his own, but he's merely very good. We need someone absolutely spectacular."

"Never know what's gonna happen, sweetie. Maybe everything you're looking for will walk in the door in one neat package next year."

"What are you, psychic?"

"No, I just have this gut feeling that next year is going to be New Directions' year."

Kurt was somewhat suspicious. He was a bit of a paranoid sort sometimes anyway, but his "uh-oh meter" was going off. Blaine was hiding something. He didn't think it was anything bad, but Blaine's voice tended to rush just the teeniest little bit when he wasn't being totally truthful. Most people wouldn't pick up on it, but Kurt prided himself on being a very attentive boyfriend, so he knew something was up. He decided to drop the idea, just to give himself more time to think about it and figure out ways to drag more information out of Blaine.

"Guys, guys, guys! Check it out! It's Over the Moon. Brits, you's gots to do this one!" Santana slipped into her combination 'Latina/Lima Heights Adjacent' dialect.

Kurt giggled and then whispered to Blaine, "Have you actually seen this scene performed before?"

Blaine shook his head. "No, I've only heard the soundtrack. This is that really bizarre song or reading or whatever you want to call it, right?"

"Oh. Em. Gee, Blaine. You are going to pee yourself. The actual visual is even stranger than just hearing the recording, and Brittany is absolutely perfect. She can copy Idina exactly, and dare I say, she might actually be BETTER at it?"

"Oh, this I gotta see."

Everyone in the room cracked up to watch Brittany imitating Idina Menzel's character, Maureen, exactly. From the hair flips and goofy poses to the silly voices and mooing, it was the funniest thing any of them had witnessed live. Blaine was laughing so hard he wasn't able to make any coherent sound anymore, and Kurt had tears streaming from his eyes.

"Brittany, we have GOT to get you on stage somewhere. You should join Blaine, Rachel and me in New York for college and try to get a gig in a show somewhere," said Kurt.

The room went silent. Oh boy, thought Kurt. I wasn't supposed to say anything.

Rachel was glaring at Kurt. Blaine was pretending nothing ever happened. But Finn was frantic. "What? What is this about New York? When did you all decide this? And why did no one say anything to me?"

Kurt sighed. Since he's the one who screwed up and let it slip, he figured he'd better be the one to fix this.

"Finn, Rachel and I have had dreams practically since birth of being on a big Broadway stage, and thankfully we were both blessed with the talent to pull it off. It's nearly impossible to break into the business as it is, but if we stay near Lima, we might as well kiss our dreams goodbye. We have to go to New York or no one will ever discover us. After talking about it recently, I found that Blaine had already planned on going to New York for school as well, so of course our plans expanded to include him. All three of us plan on auditioning for Juilliard, and any one of us who doesn't make it in there has a choice of many other good schools in the area."

Rachel added, "Finn, I was dreading saying anything to you because I know you want to go to Ohio State. I wanted to wait until there were more definite plans."

"That's crap, Rachel. Why did you really wait? Are you trying to get rid of me?"

"NO!" cried Rachel. "No Finn, that's not it at all. It's just… I know you're very likely to be considered for a full ride at OSU. I didn't want to be the reason you don't accept a scholarship. I love you Finn, but dreams are important. I don't want you to deny yourself just because of me. If we're meant to be, our relationship will survive."

Finn struggled with his next words. "I think I need to be alone for awhile. I'm going to go home to think. We will talk soon, okay?"

"Okay," Rachel said tearily. "I love you, Finn."

"I love you too. But I need to go." Finn turned and rushed up the steps.

Rachel then burst out into a full-blown crying fit. Kurt approached her and whispered, "I am so sorry. I have a really big mouth."

"It's okay, Kurt. I know you didn't mean to. We'll figure it out. At least he didn't dump me this time, right?"

Kurt gave Rachel a big bear hug. "I think it's probably about time for us to go, too." The movie forgotten, the rest of the group agreed and started picking up trash. Sam and Puck helped Artie get upstairs, and the others left one by one.

Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt, which comforted Kurt greatly. "Thank you," Kurt said. "You always know just when I need someone to take care of me."

"C'mon, sweetie. My parents won't be back home until morning, and Burt won't be looking for you for a couple more hours. Let's just go and be alone together for awhile."

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"Oh Blaine, how do you live in here? This place has absolutely no personality," Kurt said of Blaine's sparsely decorated bedroom.

"Well, I'm hardly here nine months of the year, and when I am at home, I'm almost never in my room. It's pretty much only used for sleeping."

"You also didn't have me before. If you're going to be having me over more often, I don't know if I can function in such a boring room. You need floor pillows and a matching bedding set and…"

"Kurt, if I'm going to be having you over more often, I can guarantee you won't be having enough time to even notice the décor," said Blaine suggestively. He stared right into Kurt's eyes with his big brown eyes, and Kurt was instantly lost. He also felt a spark shoot straight through his body into his groin, and he silently groaned. Kurt had never felt this way before, and he didn't know if he was ready for it, but he was going to give it a try. Gently he pushed Blaine down on the bed and straddled his lap.

"Oh God, Kurt," he groaned. He grabbed Kurt's shirt collar and pulled him right down on top of them. "I need you closer to me."

The two boys immediately began kissing desperately. Kurt couldn't get enough of touching Blaine's face and neck, and Blaine snaked his hands up under Kurt's shirt. Blaine also gently began rocking his hips back and forth against Kurt. Kurt froze.

"What's wrong, baby?"

"I, um, I can feel you when you do that."

"I can feel you, too. Our entire bodies are pressed up against each other."

"Um, no, I mean, I can feel you, y-your… you know…" whispered Kurt.

"My cock? I've been hard for you the last hour, Kurt."

Kurt buried his face in the crook of Blaine's neck. "Oh my God," he mumbled.

"Okay, Kurt, let's talk a minute. C'mon, look at me? Please?"

Kurt complied and reluctantly met Blaine's gaze.

"Honey, we need to get over the awkwardness if we're going to enjoy being with each other. It's a penis, Kurt. We've both got 'em. We're both eventually going to have a lot of fun with them. Yes, it's hard. I am so attracted to you and so turned on by you that I am just about always hard every time you're around, or when I'm thinking about you. And if I'm not mistaken, you were pretty excited to be with me, too."

Kurt's face was burning with embarrassment. He tried to hide his face again, but Blaine grabbed his chin. "No Kurt, don't hide from me. If we have to hide from each other, then we probably shouldn't be together, and that is just not acceptable to me. Please look at me." Kurt reluctantly looked back up and Blaine continued.

"That's better. I love looking into your beautiful blue eyes. Now, tell me, Kurt. Did it feel good when I ground my cock into yours?"

Kurt nodded.

"Speak up, sweetie. I need you to say the words out loud."

"Yes, it felt really good," whispered Kurt.

"Do you want me to do it again?"

"God yes." Kurt groaned.

"Tell me what you want me to do, Kurt."

"I-I w-want you to grind your c-c-cock into mine again. I l-liked it."

"Good, Kurt. Please don't ever be afraid to ask for what you want. And you don't have to call it your cock if it feels weird to you, but please pick something. Oh, but please don't call it your manhood or member 'cause quite honestly those words make me laugh. They're silly. Cock, dick, penis if you have to, but please call it something. It's kinda awkward if you yell, 'Oh Blaine, please touch my you know' in the middle of something," Blaine grinned.

Kurt chuckled. He had to admit, some of those words for penises are definitely pretty stupid.

"Okay, Blaine. I'll try. And you know what?"

"What sweetie?"

"It sounds really good when you say cock. It sounds dirty, and it makes me want to be dirty with you." He smiled.

"Kurt, you can't say that to me. I can barely control myself around you as it is."

Blaine rolled them over so he was hovering over Kurt on the bed this time. "I need to touch you. Can I touch you, Kurt?"

"Please," he breathed.

Blaine eagerly stripped Kurt's shirt off him and ran his hands all over Kurt's body. After a couple of moments, his hands went lower to the button Kurt's pants. "May I?" he asked.

Kurt hesitated. Blaine noticed and started to move away from the button. Kurt put his hand on Blaine's and gently stopped him. "You can undo the button and zipper but the pants stay on. Is that okay?"

"Fuck, Kurt. That's more than okay." Blaine's hands were shaking but he did manage to unbutton and unzip Kurt's pants with little difficulty.

"Wait! Stop!" Kurt pleaded.

Blaine jerked his hands back. "What's wrong? What did I do?"

"No, no, Blaine, it's okay, it's just…you can touch, but over my underwear, okay? I don't think I'm ready for that kind of contact quite yet," said Kurt quietly.

"Phew, you scared me. I'm trying so hard to do things just right with you."

"I know you are Blaine, and I adore you for it." Kurt pulled Blaine's face to his own and kissed him passionately. Their tongues eagerly explored each other's mouths. Blaine lifted himself up just enough to be able to run his hand down to Kurt's pants but not break the kiss. Kurt jerked a bit as he felt Blaine touching him, but then he relaxed. He was going to allow himself to feel good. The warmth of Blaine's gentle touch was already almost more than he could handle, but he was not going to come yet. He knew the embarrassment he felt before wouldn't begin to compare to the mortification he'd feel if things ended too soon. He was SO hard, though. He had never needed relief this badly before.

"Kurt? Do you want to touch me? You can, you know."

"I really do, but, um, I'm not going to last more than a second more if I get my hand on you. But, um, you look like you need it as much as I do. We could grind against each other again. I really liked that," said Kurt shyly. He was getting over his embarrassment, but he still was feeling nervous about voicing his needs and wants to Blaine.

"Fuck yes, Kurt. That sounds amazing. But honey? I know you said the pants would have to stay on, but grinding against zippers and buttons is really uncomfortable. We guys ARE kind of sensitive down there. It would really be most comfortable if we took our pants off, but we don't have to if you're not okay with it."

Kurt thought about it for a moment. "You promise we won't go any further?"

Blaine raised his right hand and covered his heart with his left hand. "I promise. You can trust me, Kurt," he vowed.

"Well, okay. I do trust you. And I love you."

"I love you too, Kurt."

Both boys stripped down to their underwear and Kurt lay back down on the bed. As Blaine lowered his body to rest lightly on top of Kurt, he felt Kurt trembling slightly. "Relax, sweetheart. This will feel amazing."

Kurt looked into the beautiful boy's face and relaxed. He knew his boy wouldn't let anything hurt him. He whimpered as Blaine settled down on top of him. The sensations were overwhelming. Blaine hadn't even begun to move yet and he knew that the fun was just about to be over even before it had begun.

Blaine began to rock his hips again, and this time, knowing what to expect, Kurt felt his own hips moving in response. With the extra stimulation, Kurt knew that he would be rocketing toward his first ever orgasm in a manner of moments. He shut his eyes tight, willing the inevitable explosion to stay away as long as possible, but it wasn't working.

"Are you okay baby? You have a weird look on your face."

"I'm okay, Blaine," Kurt panted. "I'm just, ugh, trying to hold off a little…while…longer…"

Blaine grinned evilly. He moved his mouth right next to Kurt's ear and whispered, "You wanna come, huh baby? Gonna explode all over yourself, just for me? C'mon sweetie, let go. I bet you have a really sexy O-face."

Wanting to tip Kurt over the edge he himself was clinging to, he licked behind Kurt's ear. Blaine knew that that was a really sensitive area and he was willing to bet that it would drive Kurt crazy.

He was right. Kurt gasped and called out Blaine's name loudly, and Blaine felt Kurt's cock twitch and a warmth spreading across his groin. That was enough to send Blaine over the edge as well. His entire body stiffened and he chanted Kurt's name in his ear as he rode out his climax.

Both boys were gasping and breathing heavily as they came down from their highs.

"Holy shit, that was incredible," declared Blaine.

Kurt agreed, panting, "I've never felt that way before."

"You've never orgasmed before, Kurt?"

"Um, no. I've, um, thought about masturbating, but it just seemed kinda weird."

"Well, now that you know what you're missing, you think you're gonna want to do that again sometime?" Blaine asked, softly stroking Kurt's arm.

"Oh hell yes, Blaine! I've never felt that good in my life."

Blaine was thrilled, his hands roaming over Kurt's shoulders now, "Good. 'Cause we're gonna do that again. A lot. You are so sexy and I don't know how I'm going to be able to keep my hands off you."

"Well, you're going to need to figure it out because I think my family and friends will revolt if they don't get some attention from me on occasion." Kurt giggled.

"Well, my main concern is, how are we going to find a place and time to do this again. Our parents being gone for any length of time is fairly rare. We'll figure it out, though. Love conquers all and all that stuff."

"Hey Blaine?"

"Yes, babe?"

"Is it always this messy?"

Blaine cracked up. "Yeah, that's one unfortunate thing about being a guy. Things can get sticky."

And speaking of sticky…

"Blaine honey, we're home!"

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A/N: Getting reviews is like having your first orgasm – earth-shattering. Well, not really. But it's still pretty damn good.

Yes, Kurt is pretty shy and sheltered when it comes to sex. Don't worry. He gets over it, I promise.

And your folks arriving home while you're lying with your boyfriend post-smexin' is quite possibly worse than that damn cock-blocking red electric piano in Original Songs. #fuckermustdie. Just sayin'.