Chapter 17:

A/n: So, throwing out this warning, this fic is rated M for a reason. You have been warned lol Blaine and Kurt act like teenage boys in this chapter lol

-A&K

Disclaimer: we do not own Glee or any music used. Just writing this as a fun hobby.

Blaine:

Since we won our sectionals, my mom agreed to a movie party with the New Directions and my friends on the very firm condition that there would be no alcohol or orgies. I couldn't even tell if she was serious about the second one. Moms, am I right?

We invited Chandler as well, but he had a date with his boyfriend. I found myself liking him more and more as I got to know him. I could see why he and Kurt were friends.

We definitely needed to relax a little after the stress of sectionals and dealing with that asshole Karofsky. Oh, and my douchebag ex Sebastian. Can't believe I ever had anything to do with him. I'm low key hating last year me. I shook my head at the thought and started passing out sodas to everyone. Almost everyone was here, even Sam who was cuddled up next to Mercedes on the love seat. Kurt and Finn still hadn't gotten there yet and I was starting to worry a little bit. He said the talk with his dad about Karofsky had gone well, but other than that I hadn't heard much from him today. I told myself it was just because we were both busy. I couldn't get clingy now. Clingy was not a good look on me and I wasn't going to start. I took a deep breath and ran a hand through my hair. Kurt and I were doing good together. Sebastian couldn't take him from me because Kurt liked me. Not him and his stupid meerkat face. You have to chill, Anderson. Don't let him get to you.

The door bell rang and Jeff's head popped up from where he had been laying in Nick's lap (not that I was paying too close attention to them. Freaking kinky bastards.)

"Is that the pizza? You ordered my special one, right?" I made a face.

"Probably not considering we ordered it like five minutes ago and yes, I ordered the atrocity you asked for. How the fuck do you sleep at night eating anchovies and chocolate sauce on a pizza?" He grinned wickedly.

"It's all about the sweet and the salty, dude. Your tastes aren't mature enough to understand." I passed them and swatted the back of Nick's head.

"Control your man before he makes everyone puke." Nick laughed.

"Ain't no controlling this hottie. He's got a mind of his own." He kissed Jeff on his forehead, making the blond smile like an idiot. I rolled my eyes and opened the door to reveal Kurt and Finn glaring at each other as if they had just had a shouting match. Finn nodded a brusque hello and brushed past me. I nodded back and quirked an eyebrow at Kurt.

"Everything okay?" I asked. Kurt huffed and embraced me in a long hug. I just held him in the doorway without pulling away. At least it wasn't me he was mad at. One thing about being enemies with a person before you date them is that you know when they are pissed at you. After a few moments, Kurt pulled away and I whined in protest. He smelled good and felt so good in my arms and I wasn't ready for that hug to be over. Kurt hugs were the best.

"It's fine now." He smiled down at me and I smirked.

"Oh really?" I pulled back just enough to make eye contact properly. He pecked my cheek and sighed.

"Yeah, I just needed one of your hugs. They're the best." He responded, causing my heart to flip. He tugged me back into another hug, resting his chin on my shoulder. As I smelled him again, I could feel the vibrations of laughter in his chest. "Are you smelling me right now?" I held onto him so he couldn't see how embarrassed I was to be caught.

"Can't help that you smell so sexy, baby. You consented to being smelled by wearing whatever it is you're wearing." He laughed again and I let him go so I could wrap my arm around his waist. "Why did you need a hug, though? It's not Karofsky again is it?" He shook his head and drug a hand down his face.

"No, I've just been dealing with all that with my dad, who is meeting with Principal Figgins by the way. So you got your wish."

"Good. It's his own fault anyway. He's the one who brought all of this on himself." I led him over to the kitchen and away from everyone else so we could have a few private moments. We both sat up on the slick counter top next to each other with our thighs touching and let our joined hands rest on his lap.

"So why are you mad at Finn?" Kurt huffed again, rolling my thumb in between his fingers.

"Because he did something very idiotic, even for Finn." He fished his phone out of his pocket. The screen was lit and I could see a dozen missed calls, voicemails, and texts. I raised my eyebrow in question. "It's your little buddy Sebastian. Finn gave him my number." I felt jealousy and anger flare white hot through my body and I gripped Kurt's hand tighter than I meant to. He snatched his hand away with a hiss, rubbing it dramatically.

"Damnit, Blaine! That hurt!"

"Why is he texting you? What the fuck does he want? I'll kick his ass so he won't sit for a month!" Kurt laughed, but seemed a little concerned.

"Okay, whoa, calm down, psycho. He's just flirting with me to get a rise out of you and it's obviously working, so let's breathe." I only grunted in return and crossed my arms. Definitely regretting that asshole right now.

"He's flirting with you because you're hot." I said petulantly. Kurt ignored me.

"He's just flirting with me. I have only answered him once to remind him that I have a boyfriend," he playfully shoved my shoulder, "and I don't want to, 'let him show me what good dick is.'" I growled as Kurt played gently with my baby curls on the nape of my neck. He was trying to calm me down, but I wasn't ready. "Furthermore," he continued, "I do not need you to fight my battles for me. With Karofsky or with Sebastian. I can handle both of them myself."

"I could take either of them. I box." I muttered lamely. He tugged sharply on my hair and I yelped. It was still kind of hot though.

"You let me handle it. I have blocked his number and chewed Finn out, so there is nothing for you to do besides support me." I turned to face him.

"Wait, you said Finn gave him your number? Why the hell did he do that? Does he still have a problem with me?" Kurt pulled me back by my shirt collar as I hopped off the counter to go confront Finn.

"Easy there, let me explain." I pulled my shirt out of his grasp and stood in front of his legs dangling off the counter. He leaned forward so we were eye to eye and massaged my shoulders. "Relax. He messaged Finn on Facebook and tricked him into giving him my number. He said one of the Warblers found my scarf or something and he wanted my number so he could return it to me." He paused and furrowed his brows. "I wasn't even wearing a scarf yesterday. Like, I get Finn doesn't notice these things, but surely he would have remembered that? I don't wear a scarf every single day so that's just, mmmph..." I kissed him to shut him up and he responded with a happy whimper. I moved farther in between his legs and ran my hands up his thighs. His very tight jeans were surprisingly soft, but I could feel the lean muscle underneath them. He still had ahold of my shoulders (he seemed to have a thing for my arms and shoulders. I should file this away for later...) and he moved his lips softly against mine. I began kissing away from his lips down his jaw and then to his soft neck, causing gasps of pleasure from my boyfriend. I made my home there for a while, switching between brushing my nose against his throat and planting gentle kisses along the pale column.

"You know how to shut me up, don't you?" He gasped while tilting his head to the side to expose more skin to me. I hummed in response, while I tried to make a discreet hickey. That will show Sebastard who he belongs to. "Blaine, don't you dare give me a hickey!"

"Found Lady Hummel and the hobbit! They're in here, screwing on the counter!" Santana called back into the living room as she waltzed right up to my fridge like she owned it.

"Tell them to bring me another soda when they are finished!" We heard Nick call.

"Ew! Are they really doing it on the counter?" Rachel whispered loudly.

"Nah, we would hear them. Blaine's a screamer." David helpfully volunteered.

"How would you know?" Puck teased.

"I've walked in on him one too many times before. It changes you."

"Oh yeah, he gets really into it." Jeff piped up.

"Can we talk about something else? Please?" Finn sounded like he was going to be sick. Good. Giant was on my list. I rolled my eyes at my supposed best friends and tried to ignore everything.

"Busy here, Lopez." I mumbled without even sparing her a glance and pulled Kurt closer. He pushed me back gently and whispered, later in my ear. I let my head fall back in annoyance at being interrupted for the thousandth time. We were going to have to get a room or something just to kiss. I was over everyone at this point. The doorbell rang and I pulled Kurt along behind me to go get the pizzas.

"If we can't make out, at least we can eat."

"My hand still hurts." Kurt whined.

"I'm sorry, baby." I kissed it.

"Poor gaybies." Santana cackled as she popped the top of another Coke.

...

Mercedes:

Blaine's living room had gotten pretty full with all the New Directions and his football buddies draped across every comfortable surface. Sam had his arm across my shoulders and Mike rested his back against our legs while Tina rested against him. They were feeding each other pizza and it was kind of adorable.

"Okay, what the hell is a jelly cat?" Wes asked from his seat next to Brittany who had her legs in Santana's lap. Rachel sighed dramatically.

"It's jellicale cat, not jelly cat." She rolled her eyes and shared a superior look with Finn, who I guarantee had no idea what the hell was going on besides the pizza he was wolfing down. He shrugged and glanced over at Kurt who was just glared back. I smiled to myself watching him and his boyfriend. I knew they would be a cute couple together. Blaine had Kurt sitting in his lap, one arm wrapped around his waist and the other holding the slice of pizza he was munching on. Not sure why Kurt and Finn were fighting, but my guess was that it had to do with Rachel. It's almost always Rachel.

"Alright then, what's a jellicale cat?" Wes tried again.

"Shhh!" Rachel hissed obnoxiously. "We are missing the song!"

"Dude, google it. I still don't know what the hell is happening, but it helps with the terms." Nick called to Wes from his place on the couch. Jeff was in Nick's lap with a whole pizza box spread out across his lap. Everyone cried foul when we found out Jeff got his own pizza until we found out why. I about lost my appetite.

"This is stupid." Puck sneered. He grabbed another slice after sipping his soda. "We should do a drinking game instead. We take a shot every time they say jelly cats." Santana threw a piece of crust at Puck's head.

"Are you fucking stupid? If we drink every time they say that, we will get wasted." Rachel cleared her throat loudly. Santana narrowed her eyes at her.

"Hmm... if Berry is going to keep making noise then maybe it's not such a bad idea."

"Uh yeah, that's a hard no on the drinking game. I'm not cleaning up any vomit and suffering the wrath of my mother." Blaine said around a bite of pizza. Rachel made an exasperated noise.

"Everyone hush!" The only sounds to be heard for awhile was chewing and sipping of drinks. Finn shifted in his seat a little and leaned over to Rachel.

"Hey, is the sad lady a mouse?"

"Ugh, no she's a cat! That's Grizabella!" Rachel shrieked. "Honestly, Finn. It's like you don't even pay attention to anything I say." She crossed her little arms and pouted.

"At least he didn't give your number to a stranger..." Kurt muttered. Finn scowled at his brother.

"I apologized a million times for that, Kurt. How the hell am I supposed to keep up with what you're wearing all the time?" Kurt shrugged and Blaine shook his head at Finn in a chastising manner.

"If she isn't a mouse then why does she have mouse ears?" Artie asked, ignoring the glower from Rachel. Brittany beamed at Santana.

"Cats is so amazing! It's like they can see inside my head! I knew if I wrote them enough, the cats would put on my play!" I shot a confused look to Santana who shrugged. We were usually confused when Brittany opened her mouth.

"Brittany, this show has been going on since 1982. Before you were born! You did not write it!" Rachel hissed. Man, she was taking this movie way too serious. I guess Rachel took everything way too serious though. Brittany smiled confidently at Rachel.

"Well, I have the original draft! Look, there's Lord Tubbington!" She pointed at the screen.

"No! That's Bustopher Jones!" Rachel looked around at the rest of us so someone could back her up. We probably would if this wasn't so dang funny.

"Well, of course they had to change his name for legal purposes. Duh, Rachel. I thought you would know about copy-write infringement?" Rachel just stared at her open mouthed. I decided to join in the fun.

"Why does that cat remind me of David Bowie?"

"That is Rum Tum Tugger! He's supposed to be sexual!" Rachel was about to rip her hair out at this point.

"Whoa Mercedes, you have a thing for David Bowie? Join the club girl!" Jeff leaned over and high-fived me. I laughed at the jealous frown on Nick's face and Rachel trying not to explode on all of us.

"I'm telling you, dude, it will change your whole life!"

"That one time I did it had me feeling so amazing! We should do it together sometime!" David had been chatting quietly with Sam this whole time, but that got my attention.

"Excuse me, but what are you two talking about over here?" David was practically hopping up and down and Sam had that happy look that he gets when someone recognizes his impressions.

"Mercedes, David and I are going to do broga together! He's looking for a partner and I have been hearing such amazing things about it!"

"What the hell is broga?"

Sam grinned. "It's yoga. For bro's. Broga!" I tilted my head.

"Can you even do yoga-"

"Broga." Sam corrected.

"Can you even do... broga with your injuries?"

"Totally! I do stretches all the time during physical therapy. This is just like that!" Sam's eyes sparkled.

"We will go slow so he doesn't get hurt." David gave me a toothy grin. They both looked like excited puppies. "I can't wait! Especially since Blaine won't do it with me." He sent a pointed look towards the running back who ignored him in favor of kissing pizza sauce off the corner of Kurt's mouth. Kurt slid down from his lap and padded down the hall towards the kitchen. Blaine followed him with his eyes.

"This whole conversation is so wanky." Santana purred.

"Can everyone please just watch the movie? We are going to miss Memory!" Rachel stomped her tiny foot down.

We all shut up after that so Rachel didn't pop a blood vessel in her head. In fact, everyone was so focused on the tv that I am pretty sure I'm the only one who noticed Kurt crooking a finger at Blaine from down the hallway. I rolled my eyes as Blaine nearly tripped over his own feet to go after Kurt. Those two were ridiculous. I suppose this was better than them fighting all the time though. I settled in to finish the weirdest musical I'd ever seen before.

...

Kurt:

The only thing I could think of at the moment is how freaking amazing Blaine's lips on my neck felt and how his hands groping my ass was getting me all kinds of excited. Blaine looked up at me and I about fell over from the lusty expression darkening his eyes. The way he raked his eyes down my body and squeezed at the same time was driving me crazy. I lunged for his lips in a heated kiss which he gladly reciprocated as he pushed me harder against the door to his bedroom.

After I lured him away from everyone else, he had chased me up the stairs like a cat chasing a mouse. (Ugh, I guess I just had stupid cats on the brain after watching the movie.) I found his bedroom door which he yanked open and pushed me into. Then he kicked it closed with his heel and grabbed a fistful of my shirt (I was slightly annoyed about it for approximately three seconds, but then he started kissing me hungrily and I kind of forgot about it.) He pushed into my space and crowded me against the door, making it impossible for me not to feel the heat pouring off him in waves.

"You've been teasing me tonight, Kurt." He growled while kissing across my jaw and then down my neck. The action drew a moan from me and I wove my fingers into his curls. I gave them an experimental tug and it was Blaine's turn to moan.

"No idea what you're talking about. I've just been eating pizza and trying to watch the movie which, for your information is difficult to do when you keep getting a boner." I panted out as he licked my collarbone.

"Can't help it, baby. You kept wiggling around on my lap and I couldn't stop thinking about you pulling on my hair in the kitchen. Kind of turns me on." I whimpered at this and tugged a little more which caused Blaine to attack my lips ferociously. I was doing this! I was making Blaine Anderson loose control. I mean, I've always been confident before, but for someone like him that's been with so many other guys... well, I was pretty proud of myself.

How long do you think he will keep you around? You're just a shiny new toy to him. I give it a few weeks if you're lucky and then he will be moving on.

Sebastian's words from one of his many texts sprang unwelcome into my head. Would Blaine really do that? He wouldn't have said all those things to me and gone out on dates and let me meet his family if he wasn't serious about us, right? He said things were different with me. Sebastian was wrong. He was just trying to mess with us because he wanted to annoy Blaine, that's all. Blaine had moved back to my neck and was working his way down the other side. He was definitely into this. He wasn't going anywhere at the moment. Maybe if I kept him interested enough, he would never get bored and move on... I could just reach out and touch him now...

My phone buzzed suddenly and we reluctantly broke apart. We both struggled to catch our breath as I pulled my phone out of my jeans that had gotten even tighter in the last few minutes.

"Sorry, it could be my dad." I panted. I sounded so hoarse, like I did after cheering all night. Blaine backed up a bit and leaned an arm against his door. He continued to rub his forehead against my arm like a kitten. It was kind of sweet actually. All thoughts of sweetness flew from my head as I squawked in disgust when I opened the text, nearly dropping my phone.

"Oh my god! My eyes!" I scrubbed at my eyes as Blaine caught my wrist and saw the obscene picture on my screen.

"What the hell? Who's dick is this?" Blaine snarled.

"Who the hell do you think?" I said, still pinching the bridge of my nose and trying to think of literally anything else. "Sebastian Smythe, also known as the man who couldn't take a hint." I heard Blaine hiss. I opened my eyes to see him shaking his head.

"I thought you said you blocked his number?" His eyes flashed with anger, but whether it was at me or Sebastian I wasn't sure.

"I did block his number!" I said defensively. "That's a different number. He either used a friend's phone or he got another number. This isn't my fault, Blaine! I don't want him." I lowered my voice and brushed my fingers across his cheek. "I want you." He finally met my eyes and rubbed the back of his neck.

"I'm sorry. I just... he really gets my back up." All the hardness had left his voice and he actually seemed slightly embarrassed. "I guess I'm a little insecure knowing someone classy like him likes you when you're settling for me." It took a second for my brain to catch up and as soon as it did, I started to laugh. Blaine's head snapped up and he looked hurt.

"Wow, glad you think it's so funny." I grasped his hands in mine and fixed him with a stare.

"I'm not laughing at you. I'm laughing because I was thinking along those same lines earlier. Blaine, I'm not settling for you. Frankly, that's a little insulting to me. But I'll let it slide this time since you're upset. I'm with you because I like you, not because I'm settling for you. And classy? Really? Did you not just see the dick pic?" That surprised a laugh out of him. He rubbed his arm and smiled at me.

"It's not that big in real life, just so you know." We both laughed softly and I cleared my throat. This was my chance to tell him. Confession time, as Chandler always called it.

"I... you aren't the only one with insecurities. I was just thinking about how you're used to having all these guys all over you and I was worried you would think I was all... frigid or something... I remember all the things you said about me before when we hated each other." He stared at the floor sheepishly, probably recalling those things. "I keep having this fear that you'll get bored of me and move on to someone else and I'll be left heartbroken." I picked at my cuticles so I wouldn't have to look at Blaine's face. He had stopped shuffling nervously and I could feel him staring at me. "Sebastian keeps saying stuff like that too, but I know I should trust you. I'm sorry..." I swallowed. I was startled by the light touch of Blaine's finger tilting my chin up.

"Baby, look at me please." I did. All traces of anger and embarrassment were gone from his face leaving it open and smiling. "You are amazing and beautiful and the single most interesting kid in all of Ohio. I don't want anyone else. Just like you said, I want you." I couldn't help the grin that spread across my face as he pressed another kiss against my lips. "As for us not... doing anything, if you remember, this relationship is supposed to be different from my other... encounters?"

"Ew..." I really didn't want to think of him with other guys.

"And I'm learning as I go too, okay? I really wish I could take back all the things I said to you before, but I guess I'm trying not to be that guy anymore. Maybe we just need to relax a little bit and not get so caught up in the past?" What he was saying made sense. Maybe we both needed to let go of some things. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pulled him close again.

"I agree. As of right now, we move on together. I will quit focusing on your... experience and you will stop doubting yourself. Right?"

"Right." He smiled into the kiss I gave him. We savored it slowly before I leaned back against the door again and traced Blaine's soft lips with my finger.

"I really do have trouble controlling myself around you though." He grinned, eyebrow arched seductively.

"Oh really now?" I knew I was blushing. Damn my fair skin!

"Oh yes. You drive me crazy, Blaine." He was staring at my lips, which were probably as red as his from all the kissing.

"I know the feeling."

"Yeah, right." I scoffed.

"It's a constant struggle." I rolled my eyes. He was not winning this one. "You don't believe me, Hummel?" I shrugged.

"Could have fooled me. I definitely want you more than you want me." I felt the puff of his warm breath as he laughed since he was still so close to my face. I found myself torn between staring at his eyes and lips.

"You make me want to jerk off all the time, Kurt." I could feel the blush seep to my ears now.

"Do not."

"Okay, remember when we were working with your dad the other day and that bolt was rusty on the tire? We couldn't get the thing off?"

"Yeah...?" I was curious as to what the hell this had to do with our conversation.

"And you had to pull down your coveralls a little to free your arms up to be able to break it off?" His eyes trailed down my arms slowly and then back up to my face. "Do you remember what I did?" He said huskily.

"Uh, you went to go do another job?"

"I had to go to the bathroom, Kurt." He was seriously trying to kill the mood.

"Ew Blaine, you don't have to tell me- oh..." The realization hit me as soon as the words were out of my mouth. Blaine continued with a devious glint in his eye.

"Then there was other night when we were watching Sound of Music and we had the popcorn with m & ms in it? The only thing Jeff has made that's been edible." He muttered the last part.

"Yeah, it was so good!" I was practically drooling thinking right then about how good it tasted. Blaine smiled.

"Yup, you reeeally liked it. You were moaning and stuff."

"Oh..." This was starting to get embarrassing.

"And where did I go?" He questioned.

"The bathroom?" I replied.

"Mhm." Blaine started pushing me against the door again. "Then the other day in glee when Puck and Finn were wrestling and they knocked the picture off the wall, you started bossing them around and telling them how to put it up there..."

"I thought you had a stomach problem. It was Taco Tuesday!" I blushed again. I was dating a sex addict!

"My point is, I'm just trying to be better. For you... and me... and us. I didn't want to push you to do anything you weren't ready for." He was kissing me gently every few words and his eyes were slowly fluttering closed. I licked my lips and I hugged him close. His mouth went to where my shoulder and neck met automatically and I suppressed a shiver.

"How can you think you're not a good boyfriend?" I asked. Blaine smiled into my shoulder and squeezed me back.

"Babe, not that I don't love hugging you, but all the talk about how hot you are... I need to go to the bathroom." I noticed then that he had kept his hips away from mine so I couldn't feel him. I started to feel hot again at the realization that I wanted to feel him.

"Oh! Uh, yeah sure... I mean I could..." I let my eyes glide downwards toward his crotch that now sported the hard outline of his dick straining against his jeans. Blaine bit his lip.

"We haven't talked about it." He looked torn, but I could tell he was being serious now.

"So let's talk." He bit his lip again. "What are you comfortable with, Blaine?" I was very impressed with how calm my voice sounded to me. Inside I was freaking out. In a good way, of course.

"I want everything with you." I was taken aback by the absolute sincerity and warmth radiating from him. "I want to do everything and feel everything and I want to fall in love with you. I feel like I'm well on my way there, if we're being completely honest here." He eyed the floor bashfully, gently rubbing his thumbs across the backs of my hands.

"I want that too." I sniffed. He looked up and I felt a warm twist in my stomach at the vulnerable expression softening his face. "I want you to be my... my first." I knew I was blushing again. Blaine licked his lips.

"I would be honored, but I don't know how well I'll do with a house full of people. Especially when two of those people are Nick and Jeff. David wasn't lying earlier-"

"I don't mean right now, Blaine!" I interrupted. "I'm not ready yet. But I want it to be you. I feel safe with you." I played with the sleeve of his shirt shyly.

"Of course. Whenever you are ready." He smiled "We seriously don't have to do anything tonight besides make out if you don't want to." I swallowed the rest of my nerves and turned on the charm. I knew he wouldn't be able to resist me, but strangely the hesitant feeling was gone now. I really wanted to do this.

Because now you're not doing for the wrong reasons.

Mind made up, I leaned back against the door and let my eyes travel up and down Blaine's body slowly. When I got back to his face, his eyes had darkened and he was licking his lips hungrily.

"Come here." I cupped the back of his neck and tangled my fingers in his hair again, pulling him in for a dirty kiss. He responded immediately, his hands reaching up to grasp my face firmly as our tongues tangled together. The next thing I knew, he was grinding his hips into mine and I could feel our erections rubbing against each other. I felt my knees giving out with how amazing it felt, so I tore away from Blaine's lips and sunk down to my knees. He watched me with a wild look, breathing hard and licking his red lips.

"I'm really good at this." I rasped, hooking my fingers in his belt loops and pushing him back against the door. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"Is someone speechless? Thought you were a screamer?" I chuckled. My voice sounded a lot more confident than I felt as I looked up at Blaine through my eyelashes. I unbuckled his belt and popped open the button deftly.

"You just look... god baby, you're so beautiful like that." He whispered while clutching at the door. I arched an eyebrow and tugged down his pants. He breath hitched as I leaned forward to gently kiss his hard dick still in his underwear.

"Kurt..." He whispered my name. I hummed in response, still mouthing at him through his black boxer briefs.

"Kurt, please..." His fingers were digging into the wood panels of his door and his head fell back with a thud. "Baby, don't tease me..." I ignored my own throbbing erection in favor of slipping my fingers into the waistband of Blaine's underwear and peeling them down so that my hands brushed against his cock. He drew in a shuddering breath as it bounced free. I licked up from the base to the tip in a teasing slow pace as he bucked his hips and grunted.

"Kurt! Feels so damn good..."

I grinned and then sunk down suddenly, taking the whole thing to the back of my throat. I almost choked on it since it had been so long, but I recovered quickly as Blaine let out another strangled grunt and fisted my hair. I never thought getting my hair pulled would be a turn on since I never let anyone touch my hair, but the action was causing me to moan and made my dick harder, so here we were. I could definitely see why Blaine liked it. I grasped Blaine's hips, digging my nails into his ass and forced his dick in and out deeper. The door creaked as I forced him against it and the handle rattled every time his back hit the wood. Blaine had shoved a fist in his mouth and was biting down to muffled the cries he was letting loose. I continued to blow him in delight, enjoying the sight of someone usually so composed losing control. His hair was sticking up everywhere and his eyes followed every move my head and tongue made, alternating between sucking hard and licking slowly. The sight of him like this had me palming myself through my jeans to relieve some tension. My other hand slid down to gently cup his balls which caused his hand to grip my hair even tighter. He started to tap my shoulder urgently.

"Oh shit, Kurt I'm gonna come!" He tried to push me back off of his dick, but I just sped up, holding him in place by the hips. I scratched at the soft skin over hardness with my teeth and licked once more, staring boldly into his eyes and then he was coming down my throat with yell. His hips jerked sporadically as I milked every bit from him. He blew out a heavy sigh and slid down the door to the floor in a sweaty heap. I wiped my mouth off delicately, knowing how red my mouth always looked after I was done.

"Fuck, Kurt." Blaine's voice was muffled by his arm over his face. "I almost blacked out. You weren't lying about being good at that." He sounded weak and it made my chest swell with pride at being the cause of it. I was still so turned on by what we had just done and the way I was sitting wasn't helping, so I leaned back on my elbows to give my dick some room. At the sound of my relived sigh, Blaine sat up quickly and eyed me up and down in a predatory way.

"I wish you could see how hot you look." His eyes were bright as he stared at my obvious problem. "Let me taste you too?" I bit my lip. As much as I wanted him to return the favor, I don't think I could handle it.

"I won't last long. Will you just touch me? Anything, please." I was starting to sound desperate, but Blaine didn't even hesitate to start tearing into my pants and yanking them and my underwear down.

"Baby, I would give you my car at this point." He groaned at the sight of my dick and pulled me up into a searing kiss. I felt his hand wrap around me and start to stroke and I felt the orgasm bubble up fast.

"You can come whenever you want, baby. I've got you." He panted into my mouth, still stroking me fast. I gasped as it hit me, pulsing through my body in waves as Blaine swallowed my grunt. He kissed me sweetly as I caught my breath and enjoyed the blissful feeling that came right after. I had collapsed into Blaine's arms and he gently laid us both down on the wood floor. It was a little uncomfortable, but I felt so amazing that I didn't even care. I opened my eyes to Blaine's eyes watching me carefully, a tender smile quirking up his lips.

"You okay?" I nodded and pressed a kiss onto his lips.

"Yeah, I'm great. Messy, but great." We both laughed and Blaine raised his hand covered in my come. He smiled at me saucily and licked his hand.

"Blaine!" I squeaked. My face was getting hot and I felt my dick trying to get hard again. "You can't just do that!"

"You don't get to have all the fun." He winked. "Next time it's my turn. I was just getting a sample."

"Oh my god, Blaine!" I hid my face in my hands as I heard him laugh gently.

"What happened to mister, 'I'm really good at this' blowjob master?" I couldn't stop my grin from spreading at that.

"I don't know. I'm feeling a little shy all of the sudden." My hands were pulled from my face by Blaine's clean hand. He was still smiling, but he eyed me carefully.

"Are you regretting it? Regretting doing that... with me?" The last part he whispered and looked so vulnerable that I forgot to be shy. I rolled onto my side and started combing my fingers through his curls.

"No, of course not. I wanted to do it and it was amazing. It's never felt that amazing before. Remember we said we weren't going to focus on negativity? I just get a little embarrassed sometimes." Blaine sighed in contentment at my attention to his hair and his long eyelashes fluttered closed over his cheeks. He wiped his hand on a random shirt laying on the floor and then wiggled back into his jeans.

"You're right. You shouldn't be embarrassed though. That was the best blowjob I've ever had."

"Thanks." I giggled and patted his head. "We should get back downstairs. We've probably been gone too long as it is and I'm getting cold." I pulled my pants and underwear back up, but before I could do up my belt, Blaine had rolled on top of me.

"Nope, I can't have you getting cold. It's one of my boyfriend duties. Plus, they probably already know we were getting off. I'm pretty loud." His voice sounded muffled from his face being pressed into my chest. I laughed involuntarily and tried to shove my ridiculous boyfriend off of me.

"Blaine, get off! I would like to be able to breathe eventually! You better not be falling asleep!" I wriggled underneath him, trying to sound serious, but he just snuggled tighter into my side.

"Not asleep. Just cuddling."

"Blaine..." He sighed.

"I don't cuddle." He sat up a little and rested his chin on my chest. "I never do with guys because I like it so much and I never wanted to get too attached. My mom knows I like it, but she's been really busy lately, so I haven't gotten to cuddle with anyone in a really long time. Just for a little while? Please?" My heart started beating a little faster at his admission. I hugged him tighter to my chest and kissed the top of his head.

"Just a little longer. But you better not get any come on my clothes." He rolled over towards his bed and drug down a pillow and a blanket while I looked around his room since I wasn't focused on making out with Blaine. He nudged the pillow underneath us from his bed and cuddled back into my side, pulling the blanket up with him. I could feel him smelling me again, but I decided not to point it out. His room seemed like a typical teenage boys room with an Xbox and games, messy floor, and some football posters, but I also noticed a small stack of playbills on his desk, a Harry Potter wand on a collectors stand, (nerd) and something on his nightstand that made my heart do a funny flip in my chest.

"Blaine, is that a picture of me?" He looked up with one eye open from where he was curled into my side and shook his head.

"Nope. It's your hotter twin." He nuzzled his face back into my chest with a sigh and tightened his grip around my waist. I bit my lip into a smile.

"You're such a sweetheart."

"No, I'm a badass."

"You are a squishy marshmallow. It's even in a little frame with heart stickers."

"Camilia made it and I had to use it so I wouldn't hurt her feelings. You're not special." I hummed and rubbed figure eights along Blaine's arms.

"Sure. Whatever you say." We were both almost asleep when someone rapped their knuckles against the door.

"Kurt! The movie is over and Burt said he wanted us home right after since we have school tomorrow!" Finn's voice was muffled by the door, but at least he didn't come in. I poked Blaine's arm and sat up slowly while Blaine stretched and cracked his back. His shirt rode up showing off his abs and I kicked myself for not taking his shirt off earlier. Next time.

"Kurt!"

"Coming Finn!" I stood and reached for Blaine who was yawning obnoxiously. "Walk me to my car?" He grinned sleepily at me.

"Sure thing, babe. Ugh, we shouldn't have slept on the floor! My back is killing me."

"You're the one who wouldn't let me move afterwards. You have only yourself to blame." We opened the door to an annoyed Finn.

"What do you think Burt would say about you spending time alone with Blaine behind a closed door while he ignores all his guests?"

"Probably that people who pimp their brother's number out like a hooker shouldn't have anything to say." Blaine popped back. Finn scowled at him as I rolled my eyes. Were these two ever going to give it a rest? This must be how Mercedes felt about me and Blaine fighting all the time.

"I have apologized for that! I thought I was helping!" He grabbed my arm. "Don't tell Burt about the number thing and I won't tell him you and Blaine had sex!"

"We did not have sex!" I sputtered. Blaine laughed. "But deal. Not that it's your business anyway!"

"It sure sounded like you were having sex." Finn muttered darkly. Blaine laughed even harder and tugged on a McKinley high sweatshirt. I smacked his arm lightly.

"You've got to be quieter!"

"No can do, baby. This is me and there are no taksie-backsies." He waved his finger sassily as I rolled my eyes yet again. Everyone else had already left, but not before writing us sticky notes and leaving them all over the living room.

"I don't even want to know what those say." Blaine just chuckled as he read some while I stepped back into my boots. I felt Blaine's arms wrap around me and kisses against the back of my neck, making me shiver.

"Thank you for coming and then thank you for coming." He smirked into my shoulder as Finn grimaced and informed me he would be in the car waiting. I turned in his arms and draped my arms over his shoulders, allowing him to kiss me gently again.

"Thank you for inviting me and for... everything else too. I had a great time tonight." I ducked my head shyly and played with the curls at the nape of his neck. "Can I have a picture of you to put beside my bed too?" A slow smile spread across his face and his eyes did the crinkly thing that I loved.

"Of course you can, baby. I'll bring you one to school tomorrow." I nodded and kissed him one last time as Finn honked the horn impatiently.

"I better go. I want a picture of both of us to put in my locker too." Blaine beamed and stuffed his hands into his pockets as I backed away.

"You got it, hot stuff." I waved goodbye to Blaine as he waved from his door before I buckled my seatbelt and sighed happily. Finn huffed out a laugh.

"What?" He shook his head, still smiling.

"Nothing. I just am wondering if this is how I act with Rachel." I tried to shoot him an icy glare, but I just couldn't get the message to my face to stop smiling.

"Probably. You two are insufferable." He was quiet for a few blocks.

"I know I was kind of a jerk to him before, but he's really good to you. I'm happy for you, Kurt."

"Thanks, Finn. Not that your approval was needed, but it's nice to have my brother on board." I elbowed him playfully as we turned down our street.

"I know, dude. I know."

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