Chapter 10 – How To Have Meaningful Sexual Relations

When they arrived in the backroom of the theatre Kurt changed into his Peter Pan outfit unenthusiastically and didn't bother putting his make-up on. He chatted briefly with Rachel and the cast before they took off to enter the stage. Blaine remembered Rachel telling him that Kurt had turned down the part of Peter Pan in favor of just being understudy. He considered asking Kurt about it, but figured that it would just ruin the mood. Selfishly enough, Blaine was glad that he got to be with Kurt backstage for two hours instead of watching him perform and share him with the audience.

"Thank you, Kurt, for bringing Coop and me together," he said, grabbing a pillow and hugging it.

"You're welcome," Kurt replied without looking up. He remained seated in front of the vanity mirror, toying with the make up products. "I'm glad it worked out the way it did."

"If you hadn't pushed me, I'd never have met with him," Blaine admitted. "I never imagined that he still cared one bit about me."

"I get it," Kurt said gently. "You never talked to Cooper about your feelings, because you assumed he wouldn't listen. You never gave him a chance to explain or to set things right, because you were too scared of rejection and disappointment."

"Lucky thing you're not scared to tackle the hard issues," Blaine said affectionately.

"It's easy meddling with someone else's life," Kurt shrugged. "Pointing out what they can't or don't want to see. Telling them what they need to change"

"Thank you for meddling."

Kurt gave him a thin smile. "You should be grateful to have a brother. He's not as shallow as you think. He truly cares about you. Take him up on his offer. Keep him close. You're going to need everyone around you who's supporting you."

Blaine watched him closely, still hugging the pillow and wondering what had caused Kurt to be so melancholic and sad all of a sudden. "Does all of this remind you of your step-brother?" Blaine asked, worried.

"It does, yeah," Kurt admitted.

"Come here," Blaine tossed the pillow away and patted the spot next to him. "Sit with me."

Slowly Kurt rose and sat down next to Blaine.

"Do you want to talk about him?"

"It's hard talking about him," Kurt said, twisting his fingers together.

"I get that," Blaine said gently. "It's just that I feel like he's had a big influence on you and I'd like to know what he was like."

Kurt gave a thin smile. "Finn was kind and good and a big goofball. I loved him very much. I loved the family we had become."

"How did he die?"

There was a long pause.

"You don't have to answer that, if you don't want to," Blaine said quickly.

"It's okay," Kurt said quietly. "After graduation Finn was kind of lost. He didn't have a plan. No career path set up, no college plans. He did a bit of this and that, but he didn't really know what to do with his life. We lost touch for a while. I was in New York and he vanished for months. I don't really know what happened to him during that time."

A horrible realization dawned on Blaine. "Did he-" Blaine almost didn't dare ask. "Did he kill himself?"

Again Kurt took a while to answer.

"We don't know. Officially it was an accident, but we don't know for sure." It was all Kurt said to that matter. "Carole, his mother – my step-mom – never recovered. We – my dad and I – did everything we could to help her, but after a year she still wasn't better. She needed a change. Everything and everyone reminded her of Finn. She couldn't stand living in our house anymore, so Dad sold it. He offered to move. He was ready to give up his shop for her and move away, but she said she couldn't even be with him, with us anymore. She went to live with her sister and broke off all contact. Just like that she was gone. At first it was meant to be just temporarily, but it became permanently. They're still married, but they haven't spoken in two years. My dad's been living alone ever since."

"That's awful," Blaine said in lack of anything to say. He felt so useless. Now that Kurt finally confided in him, he didn't know what to say or how to help.

"I already lived in New York, I attended NYADA. I promised my dad that I'd come home every other weekend, but life caught up with me and I only saw him every other month."

"He couldn't possibly expect you to come home all that often," Blaine offered as comfort.

"He didn't expect anything from me," Kurt said weakly. "I could have visited him more often, but I was a coward. I was selfish and ignorant. I didn't want to see how miserable he was. It was easy being cheerful and optimistic over the phone, but face to face you have to accept the truth that some things are broken and you can't fix them. I was still dealing with a grieving Rachel in New York, I couldn't handle to see my dad heartbroken and lonely as well."

"Not to mention the fact that you were grieving as well," Blaine pointed out. "You're not responsible to take care of everyone else, Kurt. If anyone I'd blame your step-mother. How can she just leave? That doesn't seem fair to your dad."

"I'm not mad at her," Kurt clarified. "It's just not how it was supposed to go. We were supposed to get our happily ever after."

"Yeah," Blaine said. He reached out and took Kurt's hand and squeezed it hard. Kurt squeezed back, doing nothing to hold back the tears welling in his eyes. For a while they just looked at each other until Blaine couldn't stand watching the tears slip down Kurt's face anymore. He lifted his free hand and gently wiped his thumb over Kurt's cheeks and kept his hand there, caressing Kurt's face. Kurt closed his eyes and leaned into the touch, smiling absentmindedly.

Blaine was wondering what was on Kurt's mind, but it was only when Kurt began to sing softly that Blaine realized his friend was listening to the songs of the show.

"Come with me, Wendy, to Never-Neverland, where we'll be forever young."

Blaine knew the melodies of the songs by now, but he still didn't know the words by heart. Now that he knew that the songs had a soothing effect on Kurt, he wished he had paid more attention.

"We will never be apart, you'll be in my heart and we'll be free, you'll see-"

Kurt opened his eyes again, smiling dreamily, as the words came out softly and lovingly, like a lover's caress. Blaine was charmed.

Without thinking about it, he framed Kurt's face with both hands and kissed him.

He put everything into the kiss. All of the waiting, all of the desire. All of the today they had and the tomorrows they might not. He kissed him to connect and to meld with him, to reveal his soul and to lose his heart. And Kurt kissed him back with all of these things and something else Blaine couldn't identify.

"Is this okay?" Blaine asked, a mere whisper against Kurt's lips.

Their eyes met and they shared a deep look, both confirming that this was real and true and not over yet.

Without saying anything, Kurt slowly lay down on his back and pulled Blaine with him.

Blaine kissed him again. A kiss that was hello and I've never felt this way before and whatever happens stay with me. Usually there were also questions in a kiss. Do you love me? Is this working? But this kiss was questionless. This was just the two of them, searching and finding, enjoying and yearning. There were no questions, there were only answers. Yes, yes, yes. This is right, this is good.

Wanting more, Blaine slipped one hand beneath Kurt's shirt and Kurt jerked up. "Cold hands, cold hands!" he yelped.

"Sorry," Blaine chuckled. "I heard cold hands can be quite hot. Sensual, I mean." Instead of pulling away, he glided his hand further up on Kurt's chest. A delicious shudder went through Kurt's body and his nipples hardened the moment Blaine touched them. When Kurt didn't protest, Blaine put his lips on Kurt's chest, licking and sucking his nipples and enjoying the way Kurt writhedbeneath him.

"Blaine-" Kurt's voice was strained, his lover's name more of a moan than a word.

"Sorry, sorry," with difficulty Blaine let go and lifted his head to meet Kurt's eyes. "Do you want me to stop?"

"When I want you to stop, I'll say stop," Kurt said with a smile. "When I say your name it means anything but stop."

Blaine smiled back. "I can work with that."

Kurt chuckled and his body vibrated most deliciously against Blaine's.

Time flew by while they were making out. They would change positions every now and then, but mostly they would sit opposite of each other, kissing slowly, tasting and teasing, giggling and moaning, playfully turning passionately, and then, exhausted, they would lay down into the cushions, just letting their fingers trail down cheekbones and jawlines for a while before the passion took over again.

Unconsciously, they were making out to the rhythm of the music, the highs and lows of the songs. During a particularly exciting song they kissed wildly, just to slow down again and catch their breath during the next ballad. As they realized this, they both couldn't help giggling.

"I'll have to buy the score," Blaine said, panting. "From now on these songs will make me horny."

"That's what a boy who never grows old will do to you," Kurt grinned.

"No, that's what you'll do to me," Blaine replied, letting his lips trail down Kurt's jaw.

Blaine was holding himself up on his elbows as not to collapse on Kurt, but Kurt put his arms around him, one hand between Blaine's shoulder blades and the other in the small of his back, just above his butt, and pushed him down. "I'm heavy," Blaine protested.

"I love your weight on me. It feels good."

"You feel good," Blaine whispered close to Kurt's ear.

They were slowly grinding against each other and continued kissing. The feeling of Kurt's hardness against his own was the hottest thing Blaine had ever experienced. He wanted to undress Kurt and kiss him all over, but it was already daring enough to make out in the dressing room only minutes away from the last bows.

They could already hear the last applause of the audience filling the theatre.

Kurt didn't know why he was encouraging Blaine. It was against all of his principles, but it was so incredibly hot that he couldn't stop. At first Kurt had just kissed him back because kissing was easier than talking. He was afraid that he would reveal too much of his own troubles to Blaine if he kept talking and the last thing Kurt wanted was to drag his friend down with him, especially not when Blaine was in such a happy mood about meeting his brother.

But kissing Blaine was more than just kissing someone, it was his belly being filled with butterflies and his heart dancing to a foreign and yet familiar beat; it was like drowning in a fantasy he'd never dared to day-dream about. Kurt had never had a make out session like this before. He could go on kissing Blaine for hours and not get tired of it.

When Blaine started nuzzling down his jawline and neck, Kurt was so turned on that he considered ravishing Blaine right on the spot. "Blaine," Kurt tried to get his friend's attention. "Blaine, do you remember when I said we shouldn't have sex, but keep things on a friendly basis?"

Blaine acknowledged with a grunt and pulled away. "I know, I know. I'm sorry-"

"Forget about all that," Kurt said, holding on to him. "I want to go to your place."

"You mean the hotel," Blaine said, deadpanned, not really grasping what Kurt was implying.

Kurt chuckled. "Yeah, whatever. All I need is a bed and a door to lock up behind us."

"Are you- are you sure?" Blaine asked, suddenly nervous. So far this was just fooling around. Did Kurt really ask him to go all the way?

Instead of an answer Kurt grabbed the back of Blaine's neck and pulled him in for another kiss.

This kiss was meant to be reassuring, but it turned out being filled with uncertainty and confusion. Kurt had never felt this way for someone before. He desired Blaine, but he was scared that actually sleeping with him would end like every other sexual encounter had ended for Kurt: with humiliation and a lasting bad aftertaste. Still at this point he couldn't imagine not sleeping with him.

The door swung open and Rachel Berry's voice interrupted them. "Oh, I wish I'd get paid for making out backstage with an incredibly hot guy."

Blaine and Kurt jerked apart, both blushing and adjusting their clothes. Blaine gathered his wits again first. "What are you talking about, Rachel? I'm not getting paid," he grinned at Rachel who took a second to get his drift.

"Awww, he's saying you're the incredibly hot guy, Kurt," she cooed, instantly smitten by Blaine's charms.

Kurt just rolled his eyes, but he couldn't help smiling and exchanging excited glances with Blaine. They were both dizzy and extremely turned on by their intense make out session and in a hurry to leave. It took a few minutes for Kurt to change out of costume and to say good night to the cast. When they were finally on their way back to the hotel, neither spoke a word and a mute sexual tension filled the air between them. Blaine thought everyone they passed must see it on their faces that they were hurrying to get laid. It was absurd and exciting, embarrassing and funny, and incredibly hot.

All the way to the Astoria they were holding hands. Blaine never let go of Kurt, not in the cab or in the streets, not in the hotel lobbyor in the hallways. They held hands as if everything would crumble around them if they let go of each other.

Usually the ride up in the elevator seemed endless, but tonight the moment the doors closed Kurt and Blaine turned towards each other like two magnets finally allowed to clash. They kissed like they had never stopped kissing.

"I want you, Kurt," Blaine murmured as he pushed Kurt against the mirror. "I want you so bad."

"Okay," Kurt answered, not capable of any other coherent reply. "Okay."

The moment they stepped into the penthouse, Blaine grabbed Kurt by the waist and pushed him back against the wall, pressing his body against him and his mouth on Kurt's. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck and kissed him back. Blaine moaned into his mouth as his pelvis pushed into Kurt's and Kurt could feel his erection through their clothes. Like so many things they had experienced this week, their mutual hunger was urgent and imminent like they would both die on the spot if they didn't devour one another in this instant.

"Bedroom?" Blaine asked with his hands sneaking around Kurt's backside and cupping his butt.

"Bedroom," Kurt confirmed and let out a surprised yelp when Blaine lifted him up. Giggling, Kurt wrapped his legs around Blaine's middle and tightened his grip on Blaine's shoulders as his lover carried him across the living room and through the door into the bedroom.

Blaine stumbled into the bed and they both fell onto the mattress, laughing.

Blaine pinned Kurt down and kissed his neck, the space behind his ear and traced Kurt's jaw line with his open mouth. He moved his hands up his sides, kissed his lips again. There wasn't a single part of him that didn't want this. He felt like he had been holding back his entire life and now he finally found the right person to help him let go. Only Blaine didn't know what to do. He stalled by just kissing Kurt for a while and feeling under Kurt's shirt, following the trail to his waistband, keeping his hand there, feeling how hot the skin was. Blaine was moaning and didn't even realize it.

"God, your voice is so hot," Kurt murmured. "Even when you're just making noises."

"What?" Blaine chuckled, embarrassed.

"Exactly," Kurt said with a grin. He lay on his back and Blaine hovered over him, tracing his fingers along the side of Kurt's face and along his collarbone. Kurt responded by tracing his shoulders, reaching down the valley of his back.

For a moment they were just looking at the other. They both didn't know how to proceed from here. Blaine's face was an open book that Kurt could read easily. It was a weird mix of desire and fear and – what else was it? Hope? Love?

Kurt knew that sex could ruin things. Sex had never been a good experience for him. Most of the time he was left feeling bad and humiliated, not wanting to see the guy again and ignoring further booty calls. However, if Kurt felt bad afterwards this time, he couldn't just leave and never call Blaine again. This was Blaine's first sexual experience, Kurt had to make it a good one for him. No pressure.

In the past Kurt had used sex as a means to escape reality. While he had never found someone to connect with, Kurt had been infatuated with a few guys, but quickly learned that they had only been interested in getting laid. Kurt had dropped his romantic fantasies after a while. Although he had tried to keep his promise to his father to not throw himself around, he did have one night stands that served only as release and as a means to forget the world around him for a while. He needed that now. He needed to forget reality again.

"Let's do this," he prompted and pulled Blaine in for another kiss.

"You have to tell me what to do," Blaine said, returning the kiss. "I don't know anything about sex, but I want to do everything."

"I like that attitude," Kurt chuckled, his mouth barely leaving Blaine's. "Don't worry. You can't do anything wrong as long as you use a lot of lube and a lot of tongue, whatever you do."

"I'm being serious," Blaine said, but a giggle escaped him as he kissed the corner of Kurt's mouth.

"Me, too. Don't worry, I will guide you through it," Kurt replied. "We can go as slow or fast as you want, okay?"

"Okay," Blaine murmured. "It's just- I'm nervous."

"No need," Kurt said gently. "It's just me."

"It's not just you," Blaine replied. "It's you. You're so wonderful and sweet and hot and- and I don't want to disappoint you."

"Hush, silly," Kurt put his fingers over Blaine's lips. "Being intimate with someone is not about giving a perfect performance. It's about revealing a vulnerable part of yourself and trusting your partner to keep you safe. You could never disappoint me as long as you're being honest and true. Anything else is just fucking. Don't let anybody just fuck you, it's not going to make you happy in the long run, believe me."

"When was the last time you had sex?" Blaine asked, suddenly curious. "And don't tell me that's personal. We agreed on no privacy, no secrets. I tell you everything about me and you tell me everything about you."

"It's been a while," Kurt shrugged.

"How long?" Blaine asked, his eyes piercing into Kurt's and his breath hot on Kurt's neck.

"Three years, give or take," Kurt answered. "You know, after Finn died-"

"You never allowed yourself to be happy again," Blaine finished for him.

"Yeah, something like that," Kurt admitted. "I didn't want anybody to get too close."

"You must be starved," Blaine breathed, placing kisses down Kurt's neck.

"Says the guy who's still a virgin," Kurt shot back. "Didn't you ever have the urge to hook up with the next best guy and get dirty?"

"That's why they invented masturbation," Blaine replied with a shrug.

Kurt laughed out loud. "And of whom do you fantasize in these special moments? Oh, I know, George Clooney as the hot doctor in Emergency Room," Kurt teased him.

Blaine pulled a face. "I was a kid. He was my first man crush. Coop will forever hold it against me and-"

"Do you want to touch me?" Kurt asked in a low voice.

Blaine's eyes instantly darkened with desire. "Yes," he breathed and scooted closer.

"Clothes off," Kurt instructed and sat up to take off his shirt and kick off his shoes. Blaine kicked his shoes off, too, and eagerly pulled his button-down over his head. They discarded all of their clothes and Blaine's eyes roamed over Kurt's body, taking in every inch of skin and running his hands over him.

"Come here," Kurt gathered him in his arms and they lay against one another, skin on skin, from head to toe. Blaine shivered in pleasure. It was the most amazing physical experience he'd ever encountered.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Kurt asked, slowly letting his hands run up and down over Blaine's back.

"More than good," Blaine breathed. "I've never been naked with anyone before."

There was closeness, not just of their bodies, but of their beings. They enjoyed being naked with each other, naked and needing, moving in the inevitable direction, sometimes moving quickly, but then slowing down and taking their time. Blaine felt so incredibly happy and content just feeling Kurt's body against him, the heat, the breath.

"Your skin is so smooth," Blaine murmured. "I want to be naked with you forever."

"Touch me," Kurt encouraged him.

Blaine reached down and let his palm run over Kurt's erection, enjoying the way Kurt tensed up in anticipation. It was incredibly hot to hold another man's hard-on in his hand. Blaine took his time to play and explore and figure out the best way to make Kurt squirm. He scooted down and let his tongue run over the length of Kurt's hardness. The hot flesh was firm and delicious. He sucked in the tip and flicked his tongue around it, amazed by the feel of it in his mouth.

Kurt weaved his fingers into Blaine's curls and arched his back, humming with pleasure. "Why am I not surprised that you've got a natural talent for this?" Kurt said. "Is there anything you can't do extraordinary well? Oh, God, Blaine, yes!"

Blaine took him in deeper, trying to swallow the whole length, but his throat didn't seem to be capable of the task. Choking and coughing Blaine let go and sat up.

Kurt couldn't help but giggle. "Don't be so greedy on the first try," he adviced, propping himself up on his elbows. "This takes practice and quite a flexible jaw."

"We should practice," Blaine suggested eagerly.

"I thought we were," Kurt grinned up at him. "Let me show you." He pushed Blaine down on his back and caressed his hips and thighs with teasing hands before diving in for the real thing. Blaine was twitching and panting and going crazy with sensory overload. He had often fantasized about how a blow job would feel like, to have someone's mouth on him, licking and sucking, but this was beyond his wildest dreams. Kurt had not promised too much. He was able to take in all of Blaine and give him a tongue massage – and his piercing was kind of an extra kick. Blaine was close to climax within only a few sucks.

"Not yet," Kurt instructed and let go of him, replacing his mouth with his hand. "Blaine, hold it, we've only just begun and-"

"I can't, I can't," Blaine panted and before they knew it, he came all over Kurt's hand and arm in big shudders.

"Wow, that was quick," Kurt commented.

"I'm sorry," Blaine said, laying spent next to him. "I was holding that in since I met you."

"Now there's a compliment," Kurt chuckled.

"I'm sorry-" Blaine repeated.

"No worries, my sweet teenage boy," Kurt teased him. "It happens. As long as you're up for another round it's fine."

"Just give me a minute."

"Take five," Kurt grinned. He fished for a tissue on the nightstand to wipe his arm clean. Blaine watched him, a little bit embarrassed and a lot intrigued with everything.

"Come closer," Blaine pleaded, feeling exposed and abandoned with only a few inches left between them.

Kurt obeyed and lay snuck beside him, wrapping an arm around Blaine's middle. Blaine captured his face with one hand and gently trailed down his jaw, neck and collarbone.

"Tell me, Blaine, when you fantasize about having sex are you a top or a bottom?"

"I think- I want to be inside of you-" Blaine admitted in a direct yet bashful way that Kurt found extremely hot and endearing at the same time.

"Oh, good, I see we're on the same page," Kurt smiled. "I want you inside of me, too. Just so you know, I'm versatile. We can switch positions if you want to, but I prefer to bottom."

"What if I hurt you?" Blaine asked with his fingers running circles on Kurt's stomach.

"You won't, sweetheart. I will guide you through it, okay? All you have to do is switch off your brain. Stop thinking too much, just do as you feel."

"Okay," Blaine said in a murmur and captured Kurt's mouth for another kiss. They were already practised at this. At this point kissing Blaine felt like coming home. It was a mix of warm soothing smooches turning into a passionate way of saying I want you right now. It didn't take long for both to be aroused again with hands exploring body parts and eagerly wanting to cause pleasure.

Skin on skin, they were grinding against one another, both hard and in need of release.

"Hold it, my sweet teenage dream," Kurt teased affectionately again. "Now we're getting to the good part. Just give me a minute to prepare myself." Kurt reached for the lube and condoms he had discovered some night before in the drawer of the nightstand. Apparently Blaine had made preparations for his big night with his fiancée. Good thing Tina never showed up. Kurt could only imagine that it would have been a disaster. If the way Blaine was mush in his arms was any indication, Blaine could never have been content with a woman. This marriage would never have worked out.

"Let me do it," Blaine said, almost meekly, taking the lube out of Kurt's hands. Kurt blushed a bit as he watched Blaine slicking his fingers with the lubricant and situating himself between Kurt's open legs. He kissed down Kurt's chest and stomach while his hands caressed his thighs, drawing circles closer and closer to the pleasure centre. He ran his fingers between the crack of Kurt's buttocks and slowly massaged the rosette. Blaine's mouth focussed on Kurt's erection again while his slick forefinger slowly but surely entered, thrilled by the tightness. Kurt leaned his head back and grabbed the bed linen when Blaine began rhythmically pulling his finger halfway out and pushing it back in.

"Yes, just like that," Kurt instructed in a slightly higher voice than before. "Add one more."

Blaine added a second finger, carefully stretching and scissoring. He carefully observed Kurt's reactions to his doings, the way he closed his eyes but parted his lips, the way his breath hitched or stopped when Blaine hit a particularly sensitive spot, the way he greedily pushed himself onto Blaine's hand. Blaine was fascinated and incredibly turned on by watching Kurt.

"Okay, now," Kurt said in a low sexy voice. "Pull out." A moan of sorrow escaped Kurt when Blaine removed his fingers, but he was all right, knowing that they would be replaced by something bigger and longer. Kurt got a condom out and sat up to put it on Blaine. "Never go without these," he advised. "Have you ever put one on yourself?"

"Sometimes when I masturbate," Blaine admitted. "It's not such a mess." He sat still and watched fascinated as Kurt pulled the condom on him and added a lot of lube.

"Done," Kurt smiled at him and gave him a smack on the mouth. "Are you ready for this?"

Blaine gave a nervous nod.

"You can do this," Kurt encouraged him teasingly. He gave him another kiss that was half a bite into his already plush and slightly bruised lips from all the kissing. Then he turned around on his stomach to present his back and looked back over his shoulder, "Hop on."

Blaine was confused for a second, then he protested. "Wait, no, turn around again, please. I want to see you. Can't we do it face to face?"

It was Kurt's turn to be confused. "What? So you can see my face during sex? That's embarrassing."

"But how am I supposed to kiss you? How can I see if you like it? Shouldn't I be able to read in your eyes? What about communication and all? Isn't that the difference between fucking and making love?"

Kurt was stunned for a moment and slowly turned around again. "I suppose one major difference would be that during fucking one doesn't talk as much," Kurt smiled, amused. "I've never had such a chatty lover before."

"Well, here I am, chatty and all," Blaine said, quickly pinning Kurt down before he could turn his back again. "And I want to do this my way."

"Of course, Mister Sinatra, who am I to protest?"

"No, that's not-" Blaine sighed. "I don't want to force you to do it my way. I just want to be able to-" Blaine dipped in to catch Kurt's mouth with his own. He gave him a determined kiss and lowered himself until their bodies touched. Both of them craved the feel of hot flesh on one another.

"Okay, let's try this," Kurt agreed, a little out of breath. "Then it's a first for both of us. I've never done it like this before."

"Believe me, it's considered the best position," Blaine said. "Just hook your legs around my waist or better even over my shoulders."

"Excuse me?" Kurt chuckled. "I thought you didn't know anything about sex."

"Well, only what I've read on the internet," Blaine admitted.

Kurt let out another chuckle. "You've read about gay sex on the internet? You're unbelieveable."

"Well, I thought I'd find it disgusting if I learned more about it, you know? I thought I'd stop being gay if I saw how it worked. But most of the time I spent masturbating afterwards."

Kurt laughed some more and wrapped his arms around Blaine's back, drawing him closer. "Why don't you show me what you've learned online? And I'll show you what I know and we'll figure out what works best for us?"

"Okay," Blaine agreed with an infatuated smile and kissed him again.

Having sex with Blaine was a whole new experience for Kurt. This wasn't just about lust and desire, it was more fulfilling than just the raw need of bodies clashing. His initial crush was slowly but surely growing into a serious matter of the heart. He had never felt so content and happy after a sexual encounter like he felt with Blaine.

"How was I?" Blaine asked, after a long moment of silence and panting.

Kurt got hit by a happy giggling fit. "You didn't seriously just ask me how your performance was?"

"Well-" Blaine shrugged bashfully.

"You did well," Kurt answered with a smile. "In fact you were amazing. You made me realize that I've never-"

"Never what?" Blaine asked when Kurt didn't continue.

"I'm sorry but this is going to sound awfully tacky," Kurt apologized in advance.

"I like tacky," Blaine assured him. "I'm a big fan of tacky."

"It's just-" Kurt let out a sigh. "I think this was the first time in my life that I've made love with somebody."

"Wow," Blaine murmured, with his hand on Kurt's bare chest and his eyes glued to Kurt's face.

"Yeah, wow," Kurt said, but his voice was wobbly and he drew in a shuddered breath, not knowing why he was this emotional all of a sudden. "And damn, you smell so good!" Kurt said with a laugh to distract from the fact that he was close to tears. He turned into Blaine and dug his nose in the crook of his neck, hiding his face.

Blaine covered their naked bodies with the blankets and embraced Kurt, holding him tight and stroking his back soothingly. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me," he murmured into Kurt's hair. "And I want to be the best thing that's happened to you."

Kurt didn't say anything to that. He just clung to the warm body next to him and focussed on not weeping until he fell asleep.

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