Blaine rolled himself under Kurt, who nestled himself between his legs. Kurt sat up on his knees. He was taking in the sight of Blaine, stroking nimble fingers down the subtle ripple of his abs. They weren't obvious, hidden by a thin layer of flesh, but under Kurt's touch the clenched to reveal their true musculature. Kurt smiled at the reflex and traced them a few more times before sweeping his hands down wards. Blaine loved how Kurt's face was so expressive, how his dreamy eyes looked like they were somewhere far away yet so incredibly present and within the moment at the same time. He watched how Kurt caressed his cock. Blaine's cock was ribbed with plush veins and endowed with a thickness that Kurt held satisfied in his hand. He pumped and stroked a few times, feeling how his shaft moved. Lastly, he tenderly rolled his fingers across Blaine's wet, arrow-like head.

Blaine, showing his eagerness, widened his legs for Kurt, who traced around Blaine's balls with a smile, towards a puckering hole. Kurt grinned when he felt that soft skin flex under his touch.

"Blaine, I've never done this to anyone, how do I…?"

"Not even to yourself?" Blaine's voice was gentle and without judgment. Kurt shook his head.

"Here." Blaine took Kurt's hand and slipped them into his mouth. Kurt gasped at the sensation of Blaine's tongue grazing against him and that warm wetness of the inside of his cheeks. He began to rock Kurt's hand back and forth into his mouth. There was something gorgeously arousing about the site. Blaine gave Kurt his hand back with the words; "With long fingers like this you will find what your looking for." Blaine reached across to the first draw of his bedside table and tossed a tube of lube and a condom onto the bed. Kurt's wet fingers became even wetter as he rolled the lube across them.

Kurt watched as Blaine's eyes fluttered closed behind his heavy lashes. Kurt's finger circled his entrance before slowly dipping inside. "Yes, Kurt, tease me." The soft tightness consumed his finger. He held himself there for a moment, feeling the rush of doing this for the first time.

"Keep going." Blaine encouraged. "Another one." Kurt did as Blaine suggested, slipping another finger in and moving forward. He rolled his finger's around, trying to find the spot. When his fingers brushed past it, Blaine let out a whimper. Deep inside was that soft rise of tissue. Kurt curled his fingers across it, watching how Blaine's breathing quickened. Kurt was enchanted by the sight, how he could make those abs clench, how Blaine tightened around his fingers, how those gentle movements across his prostate could turn that piece of Blaine from soft to hard in an instant.

"Yes, Kurt, fuck, your fingers feel so good." Kurt began to move then in and out of Blaine a little faster, sending him into a pant, as if he had just run a marathon "Please, I want to feel your cock do this to me." Kurt could have used his fingers all night, but Blaine was right. Both their cock was glistening with pre-cum, twitching begging for more. Kurt slipped his fingers free, drew in an excited breath and rolled the condom over his cock. Blaine sat up to slip a kiss over Kurt's lips before falling back down and curling his hips up. Kurt aligned his cock with Blaine.

"Yes, Kurt." Blaine whispered, encouragingly. His eyes watched how Kurt's expression went from concentration to utter pleasure in an instant. Blaine's hole swallowed Kurt's head eagerly, his muscles clenching impossibly tight around Kurt who let out a frightenedly loud gasp. If Kurt had thought Blaine's mouth hand been incredible, this was something else. He stopped, half buried in Blaine for a moment, before inching forward.

"Kurt, you feel incredible." Once Kurt was fully inside, Blaine wrapped his arms around him, pulling him tight to his chest. Kurt's head was pressed right up against his prostate and Blaine knew he would have a hard time controlling himself when Kurt began to thrust. For this moment, he wanted to feel Kurt's kisses on his lips, he wanted to knead his hands around Kurt's plump ass, he pushed Kurt deeper into him instinctively. This set Kurt into motion, thrusting gently, testing out his movements. Their lips never lost contact as Kurt's thrusts became deeper. They swallowed each other's moans. Their movements were slow, steady, but deep and forceful. Kurt couldn't get enough of that tightness around him, the feeling of Blaine's balls pressing over his pelvis and the fell of his own hitting Blaine between his legs. He loved the feeling of his head hitting up against Blaine's prostate, how, when he quickened his movements, everything tightened even more.

That tightness made him move faster, and when he did, Kurt couldn't stop. Somewhere in the back of his mind he could head Blaine whimpering in his ear, those sounds of pleasure were incredible. Blaine's entire body was incredible. Those hands on his ass thrust him downward with urgency.

"Kurt, you're going to make me come." Blaine could feel the rush begin to take over, the involuntary tightening around his waist, the swelling and clenching of his cock. Kurt didn't need to be told Blaine was close, he could feel it. A new wave of tightness clenched his cock, that prostate swelled in size and Kurt was thrusting his head up against something so incredibly hard he began to scream with pleasure.

"Blaine!" He pushed himself as deep as possible when he came, feeling his cock pulse and twitch. He could feel Blaine's cum spray between them. Both boys had forced their eyes to be open as they came, so they could see one another's expressions. Neither were disappointed.

"Oh, Kurt." Blaine pulled the boy tight into his arms. Kurt was still panting. "I don't want to ever let you go." Kurt's hair smelt like Blaine's shampoo, he loved that. Eventually Kurt lifted his head and began to form words.

"Now it's my turn to ask. Did I live up to your expectations?"

"My fantasies are a poor imitation compared to what you just made me feel." Blaine rolled them to their sides, letting Kurt slip free from him. He tidied both Kurt and himself, blessing Kurt with more kisses. Kurt suddenly looked concerned, like he was out of place. Blaine flushed with worry. Was Kurt having regrets?

"Kurt?" he watched Kurt sit up.

"I don't know how these one-night stands go, do I leave? I don't want to outstay my welcome."

"No, no, no." Blaine wrapped Kurt into his arms and tucked him into bed before he could get any stranger ideas. "No, baby no, Kurt, what makes you think this is a one-night stand." Blaine felt Kurt relax into his arms again, pulling the bedsheets up around them both.

"It just felt too good to be true." Kurt muttered, embarrassed. Blaine laughed beside his ear.

"I've been trying to flirt with you for weeks Kurt, do you think I'm going to let you go that easily? Besides, all my one-night stands stay for morning sex." Kurt looked a little taken aback. All his one-night stands?

"I'm joking, Kurt." Blaine laughed again and crushed Kurt to his chest, nuzzling his nose into his hair. Kurt hitched his thigh up across Blaine's hips. The two boys slept soundly and dreamlessly, because that night was better than any dreams they could imagine.

"Morning Kurt." Kurt's eyes fluttered against the sunlight. The smell of coffee met his nose. He opened his eyes to see Blaine standing beside the bed with a tray carrying two coffees. He was wrapped in a black dressing gown and his hair tousled with messy curls. God, Kurt loved those curls. "Well, I can't really say 'good morning', it's more like good afternoon." Kurt rubbed his eyes and sat up, feeling a little giddy as he remembered last night.

"I am so lucky." He yawned, taking a sip from the cup Blaine offered him. The coffee was caramel, and so incredibly smooth. Blaine tucked himself back into bed with dreamy eyes. Kurt never wanted to leave this bed.

"So, what would you like to do this fine afternoon? We could work up an appetite, perhaps grab a late breakfast. I know it's past one o'clock, but there are some places around here that do an-"

"Wait, what time is it?" Kurt's body tensed.

"One forty-five. Why?"

"Sorry Blaine." Kurt put down his coffee and leapt out of bed in a panic. "I have to go."

"Do you have something on?" Blaine didn't hide the disappointment from his face. He followed Kurt to the bathroom where he was gathering his clothes in a frenzy.

"Yeah, I do."

"Kurt, you can't wear them. Wear these." Blaine ran to his wardrobe, gathered and shirt and shorts and thrust them to Kurt. "I'll wash your clothes. You can pick them up later." Kurt looked unsure.

"I don't know if I trust you that much."

"I'll read the label. I promise I won't shrink them." Blaine bit his lip at Kurt's glowering expression. "I swear, no harm will come to your clothing." Kurt had no time to argue. He pulled on Blaine's shorts, which were a size too big, but the shirt fitted loosely, mainly because Blaine tended to wear a shirt a size too small. He found his phone in his old pant's pocket and turned it on. His phone had been off, so his alarms had been muted.

"So, what do you have planned that's more exciting than a morning with me?" Blaine pressed gently.

"I ah, have to house sit a cat." Kurt dashed from Blaine's apartment without further explanation.

Kurt had never run faster in his life. He raced up the stairs to the empty apartment where he found Brittany waiting patiently at his door. She had a rainbow backpack slung over her shoulder, wearing black bike shorts and a loose white top with a unicorn cat printed across the fabric. Her blond hair was tied up into two pigtails, knotted and wrapped as makeshift ears.

"Sorry I'm late." Kurt puffed. And he genuinely was. No matter how much he wanted to spend the rest of the day with Blaine, when he made a commitment to someone, he kept it.

"It's ok." Brittany hummed, unphased. She embraced him in a welcoming hug. "Santana messaged me something about you going home with Blaine last night, so I kinda figured you might be a little late." Her smile was so warm, Kurt felt extra bad about turning his phone off. It had buzzed with messages the entire way over. Kurt hadn't had the chance to have a look at it, knowing they would all be from Santana anyway. He let Brittany into his empty apartment. It was the only time Kurt could guarantee he would have the place to himself. Rachel was at rehearsals and Santana was at work. Brittany bounced around the living room as if it were her own home.

"So, did you have a good night?" She dropped her backpack and began to pull out two little food bowls and a cat scratching mat.

"I did." Kurt answered hesitantly, waiting for more prying questions. They didn't come.

"Good, I'm glad."

"So, ah, how do we do this?" Kurt asked.

"Well, it's simple, I'm going to curl up on the couch and go to sleep, and when I wake up, I'll be Kitty-Brit. Kitty-Brit does like to sleep a lot, so you need to wake her up with food. I brought the cereal that she likes. When you want to bring me back, rattle the cereal box again." Brittany skipped onto the corduroy couch, curled up and closed her eyes. Kurt left her there for a moment, gathered a few books to read and turned the kettle on to boil. After a few minutes he rattled the cereal box and Kitty-Brit emerged from her sleep. On all fours she crawled her way to the bowl as Kurt poured her cereal and gave her a scratch behind her ear. She purred and twisted her back. Kurt left her to munch on her food and slunk onto the couch. It was then that he mustered the courage to pull out his phone. He had no less than seven texts. All from Santana.

S: ohhh, going to Blaine's, have fun

S: you'll have to tell me everything tomorrow

S: and if you don't, I'm just going to have to ask Blaine

S: use protection!

S: and lube!

S: your covered in paint, I hope Blaine likes it dirty

S: Are his pecs as hot as they look under that tight shirt?

Kurt rolled his eyes and replied:

K: Perv

This was a terrible mistake, because although Santana should have been working, she somehow managed to think this was permission to begin quizzing Kurt.

S: So, tell me everything

K: No. You're not meant to use your phone at work.

S: Then tell me everything and I won't have to text back. Also, Blaine asked for your number, so I gave it to him.

K: Thank you.

S: so, I'm assuming you two had hot, passionate sexy-times

K: San, shut up… yes it was incredibly hot.

Kurt's phone buzzed again. It was an unknown number.

B: Hi Kurt, Santana gave me your number. I hope that's ok. I really enjoyed last night. Oh, and your clothes are safe and paint free.

K: Thankyou Blaine. I'm so sorry I had to leave like that, I really didn't want to go.

B: It's ok. I hope you made it to your cat on time.

K: I did.

B: Besides, now I have no choice but to study.

K: Oh really? Because from what I can see, you're doing more texting than studying

B: Shall I stop, then?

K: No!

B: You make a convincing argument, Kurt. You know, I was really looking forward to morning sex with you.

K: So was I. I must ask, is the position for study buddy still open? Because I could really use one.

B: Why don't you bring your books over tomorrow night. I'll make us some dinner.

K: It's a date

Kurt grew giddy with his last message. He hoped Blaine thought of it the same way. There were a few minutes between texts. Kurt took that time to open a text book. Kitty-Brit was prowling around the house, rubbing her cheeks against the furniture. It was kind of nice to have someone around the apartment that wasn't worrying about her rehearsal schedule or flinging snarky comments across the room. Kitty-Brit was a calm presence and she slunk her flexible body across the Kurt to stroked down her back as she prowled past. He could get used to having a cat around.

S: So, are you going to tell me about these sexy-times, or do I have to ask Blaine?

K: San, stop it. Don't you dare ask Blaine anything.

K: Also, Blaine, just a heads up, Santana is going to pester you with questions about last night

B: oh, I know, she already is.

K: what are you saying to her?

B: Oh, you know, every single little detail :P

K: Blaine!

B: About how good you feel inside me. How your skin feels, God, that face you made in the shower!

K: Blaine, shhh,

B: Do you know how difficult it is read your text book, write notes, text you and handle your erection at the same time?

K: I think you should stop one of those things

B: You're right, I'll close my text book

K: You know that's not what I meant

B: Do you mean that you would handle my erection?

K: Oh, you dirty flirt! I thought you were a gentleman

B: Oh, I am, which is why I would take care of you first.

Kurt crossed his legs, hiding his growing erection. Blaine was talking dirty to him, and my God, he was enjoying it. He could feel the pulse and throb of his cock in Blaine's borrowed jeans. He was glad that they were a size too big as it gave him room for growth. He slipped his phone into the spine of his text book and rested the book on his lap. If he were truly alone, he would have gone into his bedroom and stroked himself out, but that would have looked awfully suspicious.

K: You should be studying. What would Freud say about your procrastination? (Sorry, Freud is the only psychologist I know of)

B: Freud would say 'go for it' because I'm not your mother… but I could be your Daddy :P

K: *face palms*, that was a terrible joke.

B: No? you wouldn't like me to be your Daddy?

K: Blaine, stop it!

Kurt was obviously blushing because Kitty-Brit was staring at him with wide eyes. She meowed from the other couch and rolled over onto her back curiously. Kurt forced himself to take a deep breath and turn a page in his book. He had to at least pretend he was reading.

B: Are you still wearing my clothes?

K: yes

B: hmmm, I like that

K: Don't you dare try mine on, you'll stretch them

B: Yeah, I will :p Don't worry, I'm not wearing your clothes, I've Freudian slipped into something more comfortable

K: Bahaha. Your pun made me laugh so loud I disturbed the cat. You're such a nerd.

B: I'm glad you like it. Usually my friends fine me six dollars per pun. They are all sixpuns richer.

K: Oh, look at that, my erection has disappeared, wonder how that happened….

B: You have an erection? Hmm, I'm imagining it now. I'm going to slide your shirt from your body and tease those nipples of yours until they are nice and hard.

K: Are you doing what I think you're doing?

B: Do you want me to stop? Because I'm about to trail my kisses down your chest.

K: I really want to run my hands through your hair. I love those curls.

B: Anything else you want to do?

K: Oh, there are many things I want to do to you. But your lips are trailing down my chest and its really hard to think straight.

B: I'll be taking off your pants now

K: I'll be taking off everything on you. Even if I must rip it

B: I'll hold you to that. I would love for you to literally rip clothes from my body. Kurt, I'm going to burrow my face between your legs and let my tongue tease you and run rings around your hole.

K: I want to know what that feels like

B: Oh, it feels good, trust me.

K: I'm going to want more than just your tongue, you know?

B: I would hope so. Although, my tongue is pretty good

K: I know it is. I want to feel it running over my ass cheeks. I wouldn't stop you if you wanted bite a little either, rake your nails down my skin.

B: Kinky, I like it. I would love to leave some hickeys on that flawless skin of yours

K: but I don't want your mouth to move from between my legs

B: Oh, of course, priorities. My tongue is licking and slipping itself inside of you while my hands are working your cock

Kurt was fighting off the urge to escape into his bedroom and release the pressure pulsing in his pants. He was grateful for the interruption of Santana's text

S: I'm leaving work now.

K: Ok

S: You better be there. I want all the details

Kurt made sure his text book was covering his crotch when he rose to stand. Kitty-Brit had to wake up and go home. He rattled the cereal in the box. Play was over.

B: You know, I think you're wet and ready for my fingers

K: God, yes, slip your fingers inside me!

S: OMG KURT! ARE YOU SEXTING!?

When Kurt read that message and realised who he had sent it to he wanted to throw his phone away and retreat into Brittany's feline world. Kitty-Kurt had a good ring to it. This was incredibly embarrassing. Kurt dumped his book and his phone onto the kitchen bench and burrowed his face into his hands.

"Hey, Kurt, you look like you've eaten a bowl of chilli."

"I'm ok Brit. Santana's due home soon." Then Kurt had a brilliant idea. Surely Santana wouldn't quiz him if they had a guest. "Brit, would you like to stay for dinner? I can hide your backpack in my bedroom." Brittany looked delighted with the idea. Kurt quickly regained his composure. He would have to finish sexting Blaine later.

"Oh, that would be lovely Kurt. As much as I love cereal, it's not very filling. Are you sure Santana won't mind?"

"Ok, I'm sure it will be a delightful surprise." Kurt sung with a menacing tone. Santana wasn't the only one that could play match maker here.