A/N: WARNING! NOT FOR YOUNG PEOPLE WITH EASILY SCARRED MINDS. That being said, it was really hard to write this! I wanted to have the right spice level (winkwink) but not so much that it was word porn. Okay, so it's probably turned out that way ANYWAY, but I wanted it to have emotions outside of teenage boy OMGSEXFJDLJFKSDLSJ in there as well. All in all, this is an up-close view on a huge stepping stone for these two, obviously. I hope I did it justice!

Oh, and just to make you laugh, I'll tell you that I've found out that my parents read my stories, so they'll see this. :) That'll be an interesting topic at dinner!

Enjoy!


Kurt stared at the wall, his mind a million miles away from the walls of his bedroom. Well, actually, it was more like a few dozen feet down, with two rooms across the hallway from each other. David and Blaine shared a room, but Wes was right across from them. Now that he knew of David's past, the odd pieces were starting to come to light. But that just put more contrast on the shadows that made up Blaine and Wes' respective pasts. Why was Wes so stoic, silent and always having to be in control of his surroundings? And Blaine... why did Blaine act so different between their small group, and the rest of the student body? The puzzles kept going around in Kurt's brain, revolving and revolving, taunting him with bits and pieces of memory, but not answers behind the actions.

Wes, so sober all the time, so solemn.

Blaine, from Patti Lapone fan to dapper, serious boy.

Wes, calling everyone to order when they strayed just the slightest bit out of line.

Blaine, chameleon—coffee and GQ to 'don't put your hands up, ever' movements.

What was it that had made them so?

A knock on the door brought him out of his fruitless thoughts. When the door opened right after with no hesitation, he grinned. His very own tall, dark and handsome smoothed his way into Kurt's room and without a single moment's hesitation, put one knee on the end of his bed and laid full out to press his lips to Kurt's. Wes? Blaine? Who were they? What had he been thinking about? He grinned into the kiss, wrapped his arms around David's neck, and arched his hips up bravely.

With a groan, David attacked his neck, his larger body pinning Kurt's to the bed now. The smaller boy's breath rattled in his ears at the suddenness, and Kurt's temperature hiked up about a zillion degrees real quick. They'd been dating for a few months now, but neither had quite been brave enough to 'make a move,' as Wes had started to plead for them to do. It was embarrassing, really, to see the stolid boy show so much emotion as to groan, throw his head onto his folded arms over the table, and give a muffled, yet still quite loud, plea for them to find a room and have sex already.

Kurt tried to catch his breath. "Babe! What the fu—holy shit," his breath caught and exploded as David found the extremely sensitive line that trailed from the back of his ear to just beneath the angle of his jaw, then down to that ridiculously hot spot at the base of his neck. "Shit, baby, what lit your fire?"

"You. Today. Warblers. Holy Christ, Kurt, if you dance like that in front of everyone at Regionals, I'm going to drag you off the stage halfway through it."

Huh. Kurt's mind—deep, deep back where it wasn't being fried by the incredible hottness of his boyfriend at this moment—gave a surprised, very self-satisfied laugh. Well, who knew that he could move the same way everyone else did during a performance and turn David into a hormonally driven madman? Note to self: take a belly dancing class. Or find out how to do a lap dance. Oh, wait. Got that part down. P.S. self: find a way to get David alone for a lap da—

He was going to continue that thought, except now David's hands were pushing and pulling at Kurt's shirt, his long-fingered hands unbuttoning at an amazing rate, so that in two effeminate blinks of an eye Kurt's blazer and his shirt were swept aside, and wide, warm palms were dragging up his torso. Kurt made a very agreeable sound, and that seemed to drive the taller boy on even more. His lips returned from Kurt's neck to press rugged, bruising, hot kisses against Kurt's mouth. The blue eyed boy gasped, and David's tongue was there, slipping in and taking over with the same skill he he did everything with. When he made a deep noise, Kurt's brain snapped and he absolutely snapped. Kissing him back just as wildly, Kurt wrapped very flexible legs tightly around the dark boy's toned waist, loving the muscles that made the deep V he could feel under his clothes. He sent his own tongue searching, his fingers blindly, nimbly undid the buttons and David's longer clothes. Soon he was pulling the blazer and shirt from in between their bodies and throwing it somewhere. A lamp was knocked over and fell with a shatter, but didn't even register to the pair, locked in their own heated world. David's body lowered, and harsh breaths were exhaled, then absorbed by another bruising kiss as their bodies aligned. Kurt loved that his body was so much smaller than David's, how all that warmth seeped into him, enveloped him, the soft, giving bed at his back and David's hot chest, the defined abs, the V before it was stopped by their slacks.

Kurt arched, sending them to the other side of the bed so he pinned David into the sheets. Ripping his lips away, he dragged them down the larger boy's neck, biting gently but firmly on the tendon that stood out, sending David's head arching back and a loud sound ripping from his throat. Grinning ferally, Kurt kissed, licked, and sometimes bit his way down to the abs he worshiped over. He sent his tongue into the crevices, trailing down and around until he could nip the sensitive skin just inside the defined hip bone. Looking up, he saw David's hands fisted in the pillow on either side of his head, staring down with eyes blazing black. In the light of the sunset coming in through the windows, David's skin was bronze, chocolate, glowing warmth, his eyes black reflecting pools of light. Rearing up, they met halfway, lips fusing together. Kurt's hands ripped at the pants confining David, tearing at the button and ripping the flaps apart to send the zipper down in an outraged hiss. David's fingers bit into Kurt's hips as he lifted Kurt off of him long enough to arch his own hips and kick off the offending apparel and send it flying towards the end of the bed. One pant leg clung desperately to the baseboard before sliding, defeated, to the ground in an unsophisticated heap.

At the head of the bed, David was rising up from beneath Kurt, arms wrapped around the pale boy's torso and then sending him backwards with a growl. Dark hands insinuated themselves between their bodies and went to work. Unlike Kurt, though, he hooked his hands into both pants and boxers and tugged. The cool air rushing against his now exposed body caused Kurt to squeak, surprised, and blush. David's dark chuckle against his ear made him flush more, but this time it was a hot flush as the sound reverberated down his spine. One of the large hands cupped Kurt's cheek as lips settled on the other side of his head, playing behind his ear, then making its way down and around, taking the lobe between his teeth before moving downwards, releasing and making its way hotly down his neck. Kurt's eyes shut and his head arched back into the bed, his face turning into the hand holding him. The other dark arm wrapped around waist, lifting him as David kissed his way down. His tongue dipped into the intriguing belly button, causing a gasp, an arch, and the thick object just below David's mouth to twitch hotly. Grinning, David moved his head back far enough to blow cool air onto the head, and Kurt's moan surged through him like wildfire, frying the receptors as it went, so all thoughts short circuited. Before he could think twice, his tongue was dragging down Kurt's erection, causing a sharp cry from him, before wrapping his lips around it, causing a high-pitched moan that made angels weep at the pure sound. David's hands were never still, smoothing here, rubbing at sensitive areas there, then caressing and driving Kurt absolutely fucking mindless. His hips arched, so close, then were pinned as David's tongue twisted around, and that was it. Kurt was done. Gone. Kapoodle, kapeesh, ka-holy mother of fuck. His hands showed surprising strength as they tugged David up and Kurt's lips senselessly melted with David's, and that talented tongue was all it took for Kurt to fly into a million pieces, his cry swallowed into David and returned an octave lower.

"Fuck, baby, so hot. Kurt—oomph." David's whispers were drowned as the limp-boned Kurt kissed him sweetly, warmly, suddenly.

"You fried my fucking brain, David," he rasped, voice hoarse.

"Returning the favor, sweetheart." David chuckled, but stopped quickly as a glint that was rarely seen came into Kurt's brilliant blue-green gaze.

"Returning the favor, baby?" A grin spread over Kurt's mouth, and David had a very brief look of wait, what? Oh shit! before Kurt flipped him onto his back and pinned his arms. Kurt's lips attacked David's the same way his own had been just after David had walked into his dorm and ravished him. Ravage, pillar and plunder, Kurt could do with style.

It was only a minute of concentrated intuition before Kurt had David moaning and gasping underneath him. Grinning wickedly, Kurt took David's boxers—black, silky, very much Kurt-approved boxers—and pulled them down. With his teeth. David's breath was chopping through his lungs now, and Kurt's grin was positively wicked. Milky white hands smoothed up, then surprised David with their forwardness as they wrapped around him. Kurt watched as his boyfriend's head snapped back, back arching and muscles clenching deliciously. He stroked firmly, speeding up his pace and then releasing to tease those wonderful abs when David's jaw clenched. A cross between an aggravated growl and an endearing whine escaped the dark boy, and Kurt grinned against his neck, where he was playing with the high-strung nerves up and down, licking, sucking. He teased David by guiding him so close to the point of no return, then backing off and kissing him fucking brainless. David—charming, intellectual, respectable David—was reduced to writhing beneath the small, talented boy.

"Kurt—baby—please," he whispered breathlessly, and his eyes locked on Kurt's, filled with so much emotion that there was no possible way Kurt could refuse him. His lips kissed David's—not with the forcefulness of earlier, but with deep, drugging kisses. One hand smoothed up and down the long torso while the other moved up and down, faster, harder, more, please, Kurt! until David's hips arched and his breath rattled into Kurt's mouth, and he dropped, boneless with relief, panting blindly.

"I love you." The instant the words were said, David stilled beneath Kurt, and his closed eyes shut tighter for a moment.

Kurt's heart soared, and he cupped the dark skinned face beneath him. "Look at me," he whispered.

David's eyes—scared, wanting to withdraw—opened the minutest amount. Seeing the emotion in Kurt's own eyes, he swallowed hard. "I didn't just say that because of... this... I love you, Kurt." he said in a barely-there voice.

Kurt felt the smile explode from him, unable to contain it anymore. "I'm glad. Because any other reason might have been unacceptable." He kissed David softly, deeply, trying to put into that brushing of lips everything that couldn't be put into words, every facet of this emotion, and when Kurt pulled back and looked between David's liquid ebony eyes, Kurt's smile was a little watery. "I love you, David Johnson. And it's not the sex talking."

David's arms wrapped around him tightly, and his head buried in Kurt's neck. Kurt smiled, tears slipping down his cheeks, and wrapped his arms around his neck in return. He understood deeply why David was holding him so tight; his parents had abandoned him, he'd been so strong, holding himself up, and now someone was holding him, loving him, loving him, and he didn't want to let it go. Didn't want to let chance have a chance to slip it through his fingers.

So Kurt held on tighter, whispering, "I've got you, I love you," and the two spent the night kissing, making love, and talking deep into the night. When they fell asleep, legs tangled, curled up, arms around each other, Kurt's head was resting on David's arm, and David's head was tucked above Kurt's, his larger body curled around the smaller boy's, their faces serene.

And when they woke, they kissed, whispered conspiringly to each other. David laughed at Kurt's eww face as he realized how much of a mess they were, and then laughed harder as David realized the state of Kurt's poor room. A lamp was shattered—David would have to clean up all that glass if they wanted to get to the shower—Kurt's pants were hanging over the headboard, his boxers drooping from them like a casualty of war, David's blazer had made it across the room to the other bed, where it was sprawled out and looking like it had been trying to make a run for it, but had been caught and quartered before it could escape. His shirt was halfway between the two beds, frumpled from where it had landed, and Kurt's shirt and blazer were in one heap at the side of the bed. Turning to look, David saw his pants at the end of the bed, with leg crumpled, but sticking up, as if it had been the last part to fall off the cliff. And his boxers... were nowhere to be found. He remembered the extremely hot removal of them, but after that... yeah, there was no chance of remembering anything except Kurt's skill after that.

Turning, he asked Kurt where his boxers were, only to receive a grin and a point upward. Somehow, after removing them with. his. teeth. Kurt had managed to throw them straight up so that they caught on the fucking ceiling fan.

They looked at each other, then the room, then back again. The laughter that echoed off the walls of the room made Dalton students waking up for their day smile everywhere.