"Blaine feels his knuckles dig into the soft flesh of the guy's temple and down he goes, crumpling to the ground faster than Blaine could blink or shake out his hand." Student by day, Tyler Durden by night: Blaine runs his own fight club.

Blaine kisses him one last time, pulls away; when Kurt's eyes focus Blaine's grinning at him, wide and inviting and open, pupils dilated but eyes still glinting playfulness. "Race you to the bedroom," he says excitedly.

He lives in his world of silence; he lives in his world of sound. When Kurt meets Blaine and finds out he's different, he doesn't run: he does everything he can to keep him in his life as they grow up. Deaf!Blaine AU

Blaine doesn't wait for an answer before he's saying, "When you have the house to yourself, watch the DVD. For me. Please."

"You laugh at my jokes," "You get me," "You're witty." Blaine brings Kurt a rather unique Valentine's gift to school that leaves Kurt actually enjoying the holiday for once.

"We're going outside, silly," Blaine says, running his hand down Kurt's arm as he steps back and buttons the top two buttons of his own coat to make up for the lack of a scarf. "I'm not wasting the first substantial snowfall of the year."

"You look beautiful," Blaine says back breathlessly, truthfully. He holds the box up and flips open the lid, revealing two matching pink carnations.

Everything is so easy between them that it should almost be a problem, but all Kurt does is push out a laugh and swat at Blaine's shoulder, breath hitching when Blaine slides his hand up, then down. "I think this will end a lot better with you inside me."

Blaine shuts his door with a soft click and it's just them in the room, hearts pounding and heads spinning as they reach for each other. Kurt frames Blaine's face in his hands and Blaine does the same. Kurt swallows and does his best to just breathe.

Adrenaline still rushes through them, dizzying, and having seen Blaine dance like that back in there, having felt him grinding and rubbing while other men watched, Kurt's never been this turned on before. He's never felt like this and it's overwhelming.

Kurt decides that it's the tequila and the challenge burning through his veins that leads him to kiss Blaine messily with far too showy a display of tongue and far too loud moans as he slowly rocks his hips down. If they want him to perform he'll perform.

Blaine is wearing glasses. Glasses with a thin, rectangle-shaped frame, just simple black and nothing gaudy and fancy or even with a blatant designer logo like Kurt would go for if he ever had to wear them. He doesn't get why he's so turned on right now.

"When Blaine sings, his blue aura is strong, steady, like he's at his most calm. When his eyes lock with Kurt's, it fluctuates slightly, jumps around like Kurt's heart is doing inside his chest." Kurt can see auras; Blaine's is the same color as his mom's

Blaine bites on his lower lip and says, again, with a steadier quality to his voice, "I want you to come on my face. And—and in my mouth." Kurt doesn't hesitate in his encouragement: "Yes. Oh god, Blaine, yes."

"Oh, angel, don't cry." His eyes are a shifting blue-green-gray, his lips a pretty pink splash of color on his face. He's the one who should be called angel, not Blaine, not this broken shell of a boy who may as well be dead right now.

Call it hackneyed, clichéd, trite, commonplace, whichever. When Blaine fronts the Warblers and sings to the gathered crowd of students, his eyes never leave Kurt's and Kurt's never leave his. It's like they're alone in their own little world.

"It's a boy, Blaine realizes after a minute or two. A very, very pretty brunet boy with pale skin and green-blue eyes that shimmer and change colors seemingly whenever they feel like it." Treatment facility AU.

Blaine likes Kurt but doesn't tell him; Kurt likes Blaine but doesn't tell him. Alone in their rooms, they fantasize about the things they're too afraid to voice to each other.

"I want to show you how beautiful you are," Kurt murmurs, moving on the bed so that he's straddling Blaine's hips. "I completely understand if you don't like me that way, but… I can't see you beat yourself up like this because you're perfect, Blaine."

"It's your present," he says, lips pressed to Blaine's stubbly cheek. "You're eighteen now. I'm eighteen. That means we can make a special… video."

"Blaine rubs the back of his neck and says, so softly that Kurt has to strain to hear it, 'I was kinda hoping to use it with… with you.'" Blaine steals his father's credit card again and purchases something he thinks Kurt will like.

"CanIrimyou?" Kurt gets out in a rush of breath, digging his nails into his thigh as he exhales and holds his breath. So maybe that wasn't how it was supposed to go, but it'd have to do.

"'It's more than okay,' he whispers, sliding his hand down to trace a thumb over Kurt's bottom lip, watching blue-gray eyes flutter shut and pink lips part slightly in a quiet gasp." Kurt and Blaine's first time really, truly making out.

The boy smiles but doesn't look angry. It's probably really not an uncommon request; Kurt can't be the only john to want to know the name of the kid they're picking up. "My name's Blaine. That's all you need to know."

If there's anyone he should want to lose his virginity to, it's Blaine. And he does. He wants to have proper sex with him, wants to feel Blaine come apart under him. There's so much he wants to do with him that this is just the tip of the iceberg.