Warning for underage drug use (cigarettes, if they count as drugs), and some offensive language.
They were laying on Kurt's bed, side by side, trying to make shapes out of the bumps and cracks in the ceiling. It was the first time in a while they were on a bed together and they weren't making out or napping, because they did quite a lot of both. But no, they were just laying there, their hands loosely clasped together between them, taking in the scent of fresh sheets. It was a relaxing day. Kurt was tired, and they both had so much homework to do over the weekend, that ignoring it felt like bliss.
Then there was a knock on the door. Blaine groaned, and the door slowly creaked open and Finn walked in, and smiled when he saw they weren't doing anything he didn't want to see.
"Hey guys," he greeted them cheerfully. "There's gonna be a little party/sleepover thing tonight at Quinn's place." He informed them, rocking on his heels like an excited child. "The whole glee club's going, you're totally invited if you wanna come, it's not gonna be super intense or anything, it's just to have some fun, and bond as a glee club, 'specially cause Blaine and Zizes are new."
Kurt turned to the boy on his right and asked, "You want to go?"
"Can't. Babysitting tonight, remember?" Oh, right, he agreed to help him with that.
"Oh, that's right, we told Mary we'd help her out."
"Oh, it's okay, you don't have to." Blaine assured him. "Go to the party, hang out with your friends for tonight. I'll pick you up tomorrow and we can go get some breakfast." He said with a little smile.
Kurt returned the smile before he tilted his head slightly up to look at his stepbrother. "Finn, you want to give me a ride?"
"Sure!" Finn said, typing something into his phone. "We're gonna leave at like, seven, okay?"
He hummed, lying back down, and as Finn left, squirmed a little to get comfortable again. He laid on his side, facing Blaine and said to him, "You sure you don't mind me skipping out on babysitting?"
Blaine copied his position. "I'm sure. It'll be good for you to hang out with your friends without me, maybe it'll even get Rachel off my back." Kurt raised his eyebrows. "She talked at me for about ten minutes the other day about how our spending time together is becoming detrimental to your friendship." He explained, rolling his eyes but smiling.
Kurt snorted. "Yeah, that's why I don't spend time with her," he teased. "But yeah, breakfast sounds good for tomorrow, we haven't gone out to eat in a while."
Blaine hummed. "Speaking of things we haven't done in a while…" he murmured, sitting up on his elbows.
Kurt flushed. "Don't you dare," he warned, looking at Blaine sternly.
He laughed. "Kurt Hummel," he admonished playfully. "I was talking about going dancing, get your mind out of the gutter!"
Kurt rolled his eyes and glanced down at Blaine's pink lips for just a second before leaning up and pecking them, barely grazing their lips much at all. Blaine smiled and muttered, "If you're going to kiss me, you at least have to kiss me for real."
He leaned down and pressed his lips to Kurt's, tugging on his bottom lip the way he knew Kurt loved. Blaine pulled back and smiled brightly at him, hovering over him a bit, his bottom half still on the bed beside Kurt. Kurt grabbed the collar of his polo shirt and tugged him down again, kissing him slowly, Blaine's arms propped up on either side of Kurt's head to keep him elevated.
Kurt wasn't exactly sure when their soft, sweet kisses stopped feeling like enough, but fairly quickly he was gripping Blaine's shirt, their lips smacking together, their breath getting ragged. He could feel his jeans starting to feel just a little too tight in the front, and he begged against Blaine's lips, "More,"
Blaine kissed down his neck, Kurt threw his head back to give him more space. "More? More what?"
"I don't know," he breathed, "just more."
Blaine threw his legs over Kurt's waist and seated himself on Kurt's lap, keeping himself up so not all his weight was on him. He kissed Kurt's lips again, holding onto the nape of his neck with one hand, trailing down Kurt's chest with the other. He slowly pressed himself further down on Kurt, getting a small shudder from the latter, and experimentally rubbed himself across the front of Kurt's jeans.
Kurt whimpered into his mouth softly, and Blaine pulled back, "Are you okay? Is this okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, it's okay." He said, allowing for Blaine to continue moving. "It feels good."
Blaine slid across his lap with growing certainty, pressing kisses across Kurt's jaw. "Oh, yeah? How good? Tell me how good it feels."
It feels like a horny teenage boy getting his genitals rubbed against the horny teenage boy he's falling in love with. It feels like more than he imagined grinding would ever be like, because he was still feeling more than the physical. He was still acutely aware of his still developing feelings for Blaine, and he was more aware of the feelings Blaine had for him, which he found himself thinking about fairly often.
Blaine nipped at his lips, reminding him he was waiting for an answer. "It feels amazing." He responded finally. "It feels like more than I ever expected someone to make my feel in high school."
Blaine seemed to like his answer, and he grinned before kissing him again, tracing Kurt's lips with his tongue, rolling his hips against the other boy's. They were having a quiet afternoon together before, and it was lovely, it really was, but this was also lovely, and very fun, and it was good to get your heart racing every once in awhile, right?
Blaine's hand groped around at his waist and starting undoing the buttons of their jeans, but Kurt put his hand over Blaine's and started stuttering, "I'm not – I'm not ready for-"
Blaine just pecked his lips and brought his hands back to resting on either side of Kurt. "That's okay, no pressure," he assured him, "Just tell me when's when." He said, kissing him again.
It might've been pathetic to someone else that Blaine was able to make him come with just grinding and a quick, finishing Handjob, but someone else had not experienced how well Blaine knew to use his hips, or how much of an amazing kisser he was, because he was an amazing kisser.
They just settled back on the mattress afterward, laying side by side, looking up at the ceiling. "Sorry about the stoppage earlier, I'm just not really…"
Blaine turned his head to him quickly, his eyebrows furrowed. "Hey, don't apologize for what you are and aren't comfortable with. I want you to tell me if there's ever anything we do that you're not ready for. I need to know that you're comfortable… so I can be comfortable." He murmured, looking Kurt importantly in the eye. "Besides… even kissing you is kind of a dream come true."
Kurt blushed to the tips of his ears. "Dream come true?"
Blaine grinned. "Definitely. Have you ever looked in a mirror?" he asked. "Plus, you're funny, and witty, and smart, and obnoxiously talented," he listed, Kurt blushed a little more. "You're like, my dream guy."
He turned to Blaine completely, his ears and cheeks still pink. "Well, I'm not a dream." He informed him lightly, looking over Blaine's soft features.
"That's true," he agreed, "You're so much better than a dream, because you're real." They didn't say much for a while until Blaine's phone started going off and he sighed. "That's Mary. I have to go, sweetie, I'll text you in the morning?"
Kurt nodded, trying to hide the smile that started forming when Blaine called him 'sweetie'. He pecked his lips and got off the bed, grabbing his phone from the bedside table. "See you in the morning." He said, sending Kurt a coy smile and a wink before leaving. That boy was going to be the death of him…
He went over to Quinn's place with Finn at seven, bringing his overnight bag as was advised. They went inside, Finn opening the door without knocking, and pointedly ignored Rachel waiting in the kitchen, who instead descended on Kurt.
"Kurt, you made it!" she cheered excitedly. She looked behind him, looking around a bit, "Is Blaine not here with you?"
He shook his head and walked in, shrugging off his coat and hanging it with the rest, following her into Quinn's living room, where everyone else already was lounging. Puck looked up at him and asked, "Yo, where's Anderson?"
"Babysitting." He answered, sitting beside Mercedes.
Santana rolled her eyes. "I thought the point of this completely alcohol free event was inducting Blanderson and Zizes. How can we do that if he's not even here?"
Finn shrugged. "We can just have fun," he said. "I mean, it's not like we don't already all know Blaine." He pointed out.
"Well, I'm bored, let's do something." Mercedes said, sitting up straighter.
"Let's play never have I ever." Santana suggested, crawling onto the floor. "Since it's the only game we can enjoy without booze."
Everyone slowly meandered into a circle on the floor; Kurt was kind of wishing he'd just followed through on babysitting. He loved spending time with the glee club, but there was just something about that night that was just giving him a headache. All he knew, was he wanted Blaine there, everyone else wanted Blaine there, Blaine wanted to be there, and he wasn't there. He kind of just felt like moping.
Santana was the first to volunteer. "Never have I ever dyed my hair." She looked around at their shocked faces. "What? I can't think of anything sexual I haven't done."
Kurt rolled his eyes and Tina and Sam both lifted a finger. Santana pointed at Tina, who thought for a moment before deciding, "Never have I ever kissed on a first date."
Kurt had to raise a finger for that, because he and Blaine kissed on their first real date, and he technically kissed Brittany on their first 'date'.
He was of a small amount to raise his finger, so he couldn't really hide it. "Really, Hummel? Didn't expect that from you."
He shrugged and Sam went next. He didn't have to put down many fingers after that, as the questions were gone to a concert, and gone out drinking, and had sex.
He went next, deciding to go with, "Never have I ever smoked a cigarette."
Santana and Puck both put a finger down, but Santana raised her eyebrows at him. "Really? Anderson hasn't influenced you?"
"Blaine doesn't smoke." He said with a roll of his eyes.
"Still hasn't made you fun either though." Puck interjected, ignoring the glare he got from Kurt. "What? You haven't ever smoked, not even to try it, you sure haven't smoked weed, you're the Virgin Mary, you haven't even been to a concert. Sounds pretty lame."
"Leave Kurt alone," Mercedes snapped. "Just because Kurt has safer hobbies than you doesn't make him boring."
He appreciated her words but he didn't pay much attention to the game after that, his mind filling up with insecurities about whether he was fun, and wondering. About himself, about Blaine, just wondering what Santana and Puck would consider fun.
He just pulled out his phone and shot off a quick message to Blaine.
Are you doing anything this weekend?
Evita this weekend, remember? And breakfast too, unless you're backing outOf course not, you want to do anything else tomorrow? Are you busy?
Course not, we can go out if you'd like. Anything special you had in mind?
Something new
He stopped checking his phone after that, shutting it off and putting it on the dresser so he wouldn't be tempted. He always hated it when he was with his friends and they chose their phone over him, and he didn't want to do that, even though he'd rather be talking to Blaine than talking to Santana, who was being fairly persistent about learning more about him and his relationship with Blaine.
They played all of the possible shitty party games; never have I ever, truth or dare, spin the bottle, gossiped for a while, played Cards Against Humanity, a few people smoked weed in the basement. He wasn't sure when they fell asleep. He'd set an alarm on his phone for eight thirty, because Blaine was going to be there at nine, but he'd forgotten he shut his phone off the night before and his alarm didn't go off.
So he was woken up by Rachel's pealing laughter from the kitchen. He didn't think of it as much, and his head was swimming somewhere between consciousness and unconsciousness.
He felt lips press against his temple. He just smiled and squirmed a little, blinking his eyes open, and seeing Blaine crouched in front of him, wearing a peacoat and a scarf. "Hi," he greeted him gently.
Kurt just hummed, still waking up, and then registering Brittany's head still on his lap. "Are you still up for breakfast? If not, I could come back in a few hours to pick you up for the show."
Kurt shook his head, sliding out from beneath Brittany, placing a pillow under her head. He stretched, his back cracking in a few different spots, Blaine looked around at their friends, sprawled out on the floor around them. He held out his hand and Kurt took it, snagging his bag from its spot beside the couch.
"Let me get changed, I'll be out in a minute." He said, sliding into the bathroom.
"I like you voice when you're sleepy." Blaine commented. "All tired and raspy, it's very sexy."
Kurt's cheeks went pink and he shut the door. He'd chosen his outfit the day before, and was glad he'd elected for a newsies cap, which he was grateful for, because he was so not in the mood to do his hair very much. So all he did was get dressed and brush his teeth before meeting Blaine again, pulling him to his car quickly so no one would wake up, and the only person they had to say goodbye to was Rachel.
They went to a small café for breakfast that he'd never actually heard of, just a few streets over from Blaine's house. Their coffee was more expensive, but considerably better than that of the Lima bean, and their scones were almost as good as his mom's old recipe.
"So how was the party?" Blaine asked between bites of biscotti.
"Boring. We didn't do much, but it would've been more fun if you were there." He responded, licking frosting off his lips.
Maybe it was something about the action, but Blaine apparently felt the need to lean across the table and press their lips together, picking icing up off of Kurt's lips. Kurt smiled at him once he sat back down, and Blaine just picked up the conversation like nothing happened. Due to Kurt's sleepy start, they had to hurry over to the theater so they wouldn't be late for the show.
Blaine handed over their tickets and took Kurt's hand, pulling him to the back row. They hadn't even done anything yet, but it was still a thousand times more fun than last night was for Kurt.
The only live performances he'd ever been to were the annual sing-along Sound of Music performances in the fall, and he loved those. But this was something else entirely. Ohio was cultureless, so performances were far and few between, and it wasn't that The Sounds of Music was done well, it was more his emotional attachment because of his mom. But this show was… wow. The cast was amazing, the pit was too, and the fact that it was a date made it all the more amazing. God, he loved Blaine. He – he liked Blaine. He loved him as a friend. He… he and Blaine loved each other as friends. And they liked each other as more than friends, but they… yeah. No. Not really. But in the theater, sitting beside Blaine with their hands clasped between them and stage lights on Blaine's face, it was fun to think, yeah, really.
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Kurt had Blaine sit in his living room talking to his parents and Finn while he showered and got dressed for the rest of their evening. He had looked up what new thing he wanted to do, what new thing he wanted to do when he decided. There was a concert that night, a Queen Cover band, doing a free show at Faurot Park. It wasn't that he felt like Santana and Puck had influenced him into wanting to try new things, it was more a matter of they'd brought to his attention how little he experimented, and what better time than in high school?
So he dressed warmly, because it was likely going to be fucking freezing, but he made sure to wear the scarf Blaine gave him and his favorite bomber hat. He went downstairs and grabbed Blaine off the couch, waving to his dad and Carole before pulling him outside.
"Where are we going?" he asked, hopping into the passenger side of his car. Kurt pulled out of the driveway.
"To the park. We're going to a concert. It'll probably suck, but I think it'll be fun." He said.
"A little cold for an outdoor concert, don't you think?"
Kurt shrugged. "We don't have to go if you don't want to."
"Of course I want to," Blaine said immediately. "I think a concert's a great date idea. I was just wondering if you'd want your first concert experience to be a little more magical."
Kurt snuck a look at him before turning back to the road. He blindly found Blaine's hand and held it over the console. "Every date with you is magical."
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They ducked under an awning at the concession stand an hour or two into the show. Blaine put his arm around Kurt's chilled shoulders and he leaned into him. The Queen Cover band – as he assumed they would - sucked pretty bad. Not bad enough they'd wanted to take off early, but something similar to karaoke night at the retro diner he attended with his family on occasion. A guy with blond dreadlocks turned away from his friends and towards the boys, a cigarette hanging from his lips. He looked them over and held out his pack to them. "You bros need a smoke?" he asked. "Helps numb the cold. 'Least I think it does."
Blaine started to say no, but Kurt reached out and took one from him, getting a grin from the guy who turned back around after nodding at him. "Kurt, what are you doing?"
"Trying something new." He answered easily, pressing a kiss onto Blaine's cheek.
Blaine looked confused, but fairly amused. "You know you can get addicted from just one, right? Smoking's bad for you." He said, snatching it from Kurt's fingers.
Kurt took it back, pressing Blaine against the wall of the concession. "I'll be fine. Besides, I'm tired of being boring, Kurt Hummel, who does the same things time and time again and never does anything exciting."
Blaine's brow furrowed. "You think you're boring?" he asked incredulously. Kurt shrugged. "Kurt, you're the most interesting kid in the world." He said, getting a disbelieving look from Kurt. He pulled Kurt into a quick kiss to try and prove his point. He pulled back slowly and looked him in the eye, nudging their noses together.
"You know you don't need to impress me, right?" he said lowly. "You're way beyond that. In fact, I'm constantly trying to impress you. Like, literally constantly."
Kurt laughed. "Really?"
Blaine nodded with a grin. "Really. Just wait until Valentine's, I'm going to impress the crap out of you."
He laughed. "Well, this is more about proving to myself that I'm not boring. A sort of self esteem thing." He explained. Blaine nodded slowly, probably knowing Kurt well enough to know he wouldn't back down. "Have you ever smoked?" Kurt asked, turning the cigarette in his fingers.
"Once," Blaine answered, pressing closer to him. "I didn't like it, so I never did after that. And by the way, I won't stop you, but I'd like to put it out there now, that I do not approve."
Kurt just laughed again and held the cigarette toward Blaine. "Teach me how to smoke."
Blaine pursed his lips at him before taking the cig and placing it more properly in Kurt's fingers, having him hold it between his first and second knuckles. "Once it's lit, don't pull too much smoke into your mouth or you'll choke, and possibly get sick. And um, after that, hold it in your mouth for a couple seconds, and when you, you know, take a drag, just um, inhale deeply." He instructed. "And when you blow out, it's up to you if you want to do it slowly or all at once."
Kurt nodded, playing the instructions back and trying to remember them all. "Are you sure you want to do this? It's not like whether or not you learn how to smoke is going to define your high school career."
Kurt nodded. "I want to try."
Blaine tapped the shoulder of the guy who gave Kurt the cigarette. "Hey, can we steal a light?"
He nodded with a crooked grin. "Sure, thing, brotha," he said, pulling a lighter out of his pocket. He looked up at Kurt and lit his cigarette. "First time?"
He nodded and a girl with a nose piercing turned to them, "Don't be nervous, it's not hard."
The kid with blue hair beside her said, "It's easier than smoking a joint, that's for sure."
She snorted. "You're so full of shit."
Dreadlocks turned to them and said, "You two, shut it, just let the kid smoke."
Kurt flicked his eyes back to Blaine's and put the cigarette on his lips. He was probably over thinking it, trying to decide the best way to wrap his lips around it, but soon his attention was back to remembering how to smoke properly, as he took his first drag.
"Inhale with your lungs." The blue haired kid advised.
"Don't take too much smoke at once," Dreadlocks said. "I did my first time and I puked."
"That's 'cause you're a pussy." Nose piercing snorted.
Kurt coughed, too much smoke in his mouth and lungs, and he pulled the cig away from his lips and coughed out some of the smoke, Blaine rubbing his back soothingly. It tasted awful, honestly, but he was determined to do it right, at least once. So when he stopped coughing, he pulled it back to his lips and tried again, taking a less ambitious drag than the last, trying to breath with his lungs, before blowing the smoke out of his mouth, letting it dribble out, not putting too much force on it given most of his air supply was gone.
Blaine and the three kids with them gave him applause as he exhaled. "And the boy becomes a man," Blue hair narrated proudly, clapping him on the back.
Kurt grinned at them and they went back to doing their own thing, and he held the cigarette to Blaine. He tapped it on the end and placed it in his own mouth, taking a drag by hollowing out his cheeks, and blowing it back out easily. It was incredibly hot. Kurt knew it shouldn't have been as much of a turn on as it was, but there was just something about how Blaine's cheeks hollowed, and how easily he did it, plus the fact he was wearing his dad's old jacket, he looked almost dangerous. The kind of dangerous you wouldn't want to bring home to meet your parents. Probably the kind of dangerous the students of McKinley thought he was.
He took another drag before stubbing it onto a nearby ashtray until it stopped smoking, and leaving it. Kurt leaned against the wall, his head spinning a little bit. Blaine walked back over to him and asked, "How are you feeling?"
"Kinda dizzy, kinda like I want to kiss you." He answered, grinning at Blaine, his voice a little raspy.
Blaine smiled and leaned forward, kissing Kurt with cold, slightly chapped lips. Kurt's tongue dipped inside Blaine's mouth and he quickly pulled back, retracting at the taste of his mouth, laughing. "You taste like an ashtray."
Blaine laughed and pressed their foreheads together and dug into his pocket. "Which is why whenever you smoke, you should have some pretty strong gum on you." He handed Kurt a stick of peppermint gum before taking once as well. "How'd you like it?"
"I didn't like it at all," he answered, needing to clear his throat. "You looked like you knew what you were doing though, you sure you've only smoked once?"
"Yeah, I'm sure. It's kind of something you don't forget, like how to cook pasta." He responded. "You still dizzy?"
Kurt shrugged, hearing the Freddie Mercury impersonator announce their last song. "A little, but not dizzy enough to not walk."
"Let's get out of here, it's almost time for your curfew." Blaine said, wrapping his arm around Kurt's waist and walking them back to his car. "Do you want to stop anywhere for food? We have almost fifteen minutes."
"How about… Wendy's." Kurt said as they got over. Blaine opened the passenger side for him, and Kurt said, "Are you sure you're okay driving?"
Blaine walked over to the other side. "I'm fine, Kurt," he murmured, grabbing Kurt's hand and gently kissing his knuckles.
He drove them over, going through the drive-through and ordering, paying for both of them despite Kurt's protests. They sat in the parking lot eating for a few minutes before it got too close to eleven and Blaine brought them back to Kurt's house.
He didn't get out of the car to walk Kurt to the door, probably because he only had a few minutes before he'd be late for curfew, and it always took them longer to say goodbye when Blaine walked him to the door. So he just walked over to Blaine's side of the car where he brought down the window.
"Text me tomorrow?" Blaine requested.
"Of course," he agreed before leaning into the car and kissing Blaine firmly on the lips, now tasting like peppermint and French fries, with just a hint of smoke. "I'll see you on Monday."
"See you then," Blaine agreed, rolling up the window as Kurt walked away. Something Kurt appreciated was whenever he didn't walk Kurt to the door, Blaine always waited to make sure he got inside his house before driving away.
He walked inside at 10:57 pm, and dropped his coat at the door, bringing his scarf and his food upstairs, greeting his dad and Carole quickly, hurrying upstairs because the thought just occurred to him he could possibly still smell like smoke, and obviously Blaine wouldn't have noticed, because he would've smelled the same, but his dad definitely would've noticed, and definitely would've killed him, and killed Blaine too.
So he ran up to his room, stopping at Finn's for a second to drop off the fries he got him before closing his door and changing out of his clothes, opting for pajamas, and snuggling under the covers with Joan Armatrading playing softly beside him. His phone vibrated with a text from Blaine, which he quickly opened up and waited for a picture to load.
You know, bad boy Kurt has a ring to it. It's pretty hot too.
Below was a picture of him smoking. It looked like it was from his second attempt, because he looked like he actually knew what he was doing. He hadn't even noticed Blaine take a picture, but he shouldn't have been all that surprised; Blaine loved taking pictures of him. He always took pictures when Kurt wasn't paying attention. Kurt didn't really understand his fascination with taking and having pictures of him, but last he recalled, there were two pictures of him in Blaine's room; one beside his bed, a framed one of the two of them that Blaine had snapped during one of their Breadsticks dates. The other was just a picture of Kurt at his locker, that Blaine loved for some reason, that was beside the picture he had of his mom on his dresser.
Kurt had never really understood before he met Blaine, how much you could feel for another person. You know, just how proud you can be of someone, or just how much you can be happy for someone. He'd felt it all before for his friends and dad, but never to the extent he could feel it for Blaine. One thing Blaine did, that Kurt never realized how important it was to him, was he showed how proud he was to be with Kurt. Even if they weren't explicit of how much he was with him, he never shied away from an opportunity to brag about Kurt, and while it was incredibly embarrassing, it was also something that made Kurt feel that kind of, yeah, I'm falling in love with Blaine and not too scared to deny it to myself, and that was a feeling that he tried not to let himself feel.