Unfortunately, Kurt's plan to use Brittany as a buffer to Santana's invasive questions had as much of an effect as splashing a cup of water onto a house fire. Before Santana had dumped her handbag, she had asked questions ranging from "What was his apartment like?" to "who topped?" Brittany was no help at all, and simply giggled on the couch while Kurt huffed, taking Santana's restaurant left overs and arranging them on the kitchen table.
"His apartment is small but tidy." Kurt answered the more appropriate questions to keep Santana satisfied. "And aren't you going to say hello to Brittany?" Santana looked twice and her cheeks flushed with a smile.
"Brit, what are you doing here?" Kurt took this time to quickly respond to Blaine's text messages, explaining that he wasn't alone anymore, and the dirty texts would have to finish up tonight. Blaine replied that he was looking forward to continuing their texts later.
"Kurt and I are friends now."
"Please don't tell me she knows more about last night than I do?"
"No one knows anything." Kurt assured her. "Sit down and eat."
"Good, so you can recount your adventures from the beginning."
"I will do no such thing."
"What about you and Brittany?"
"Stop changing the subject."
"A question for a question?" Kurt bartered.
"Fine. So, who asked who to the apartment?"
"He asked me. Have you taken Brit on a date yet?"
"Santana doesn't date." Brittany answered, staring down at her food.
"Did you two talk before hand or did you get right to it?" Santana asked, ignoring Brittany's comment.
"Oh, no, no, it's Brittany's turn to ask a question." Kurt sung then turned to Brittany. "Brit, ask either of us a question."
"Hey, that's not fair!" Kurt held up a hand for Santana's silence. He was not going to tolerate any of her nonsense. They waited for Brittany's question.
"Why wont you go on a date with me?" Brittany asked. Santana shrugged and filled her mouth full of food. They waited for her to finish her mouthful. Kurt held his breath, it was like a little romance movie unravelling before his eyes.
"Next question."
"Santana." Kurt warned.
"Fine, I just. I like what we have. I don't want to ruin that."
"But what if we make it better?" Brittany's voice was quiet. It went unanswered.
"So, when are you going to see him again?" Santana changed in a flash.
"Tomorrow night."
"So, if you took Brittany on a date, where would you take her?" Santana couldn't hide a little smile on her lips. Clearly, she had thought about this before.
"I would take her to a place across town. It's a cat café, so we can have lunch with a bunch of stupid cats that need homes. Then I would take you back to mine because I know you would need a shower before you go home so Lord Tubbington doesn't smell your betrayal."
"I would like that." Brittany grinned. Kurt felt the warm fuzzies inside. That was, until Santana retaliated against love with a blatant disregard for privacy.
"So, did you even make it to the bedroom? I bet you did it on the floor. Or couch?"
"Shower then bed."
"Hey, it was my turn." Brittany interjected. "I get two questions now. One for each of you. Santana, when are you free to take me on this date, and Kurt, is Blaine into anything kinky?"
Before Kurt could answer Santana answered for him "They've been sexing."
"What! So that's what you've been doing all afternoon!"
"You've been here all afternoon?" Santana's question was a side thought compared to this revelation.
"I want to read them."
"No!"
"Aww, come on." Both Santana and Brittany complained. God, they were so nosey. There was no way in hell Kurt was ever going to give either of them his phone… or was there? All in the name of romance, Kurt, all in the name of romance.
"Fine, you can see my phone on the condition that Santana, you take Brittany on her dream date." The look on Brittany's face made the embarrassment that followed totally worth it. He had to endure Santana reading out each and every text in a terrible Blaine voice, and Kurt's texts far too high pitched to be realistic (at least he hoped so, did he really sound like that?) when she finally finished the girl's faces were flushed red with giggles.
"Tomorrow evening." Kurt announced before Santana could make any comment what so ever. "You're taking Brit on her date. I want bells and whistles. The whole thing, no short cuts and no jumping right to sex either. There will be a long walk in the park after your cat thing, maybe a movie, what ever this gorgeous girl wants." Kurt gestured to Brittany. "No ifs, no buts, no coconuts."
The next day rolled around incredibly fast. Kurt had college in the morning and quickly made it home for a shower and a change of clothes before heading out to Blaine's. He was going to spend the entire afternoon there in the hopes the two of them could get some study done first. He was about to take a step out the door when he spied Santana heading up the stairs.
"Hummel, when are you going to learn to check the mail before I do." She waved another package around in her hand. He couldn't let Santana see what was in this one, it was the only one left to arrive and it was not an item of clothing. With a speed he didn't think he had in him, he leapt up and surprised Santana with a snatch.
"I'll take that." He shoved the box into his satchel.
"Hey, no fair!"
"Enjoy your date, Santana. Don't go overboard with the makeup, you don't need to. Oh, and open doors for her, hold her hand, buy her flowers but not lilies…" Kurt ordered as he zoomed down the staircase. He wasn't sure if Santana heard, considering the pace he was flying at. Kurt didn't really care, he was on the street, texting Blaine he was on his way.
They didn't live too far away from each other, and in less than half an hour Kurt was being buzzed up into Blaine's apartment. Kurt tried to stop himself from getting too worked up, he couldn't afford to sweat before he even walked through the door. The collar shirt he was wearing was silk, so sweat stains were forbidden.
"Hi Kurt, come in." Blaine's warm smile melted everything inside Kurt. He was clean shaven today, and his hair gelled back. Kurt could smell the aftershave as he walked through the doorway. "You look lovely, I like the shirt." Blaine reached out and touched Kurt's sleeve. "The dinosaur pattern is very adventurous."
"I used to love dinosaurs when I was a kid." Kurt blushed. "I sewed outfits for them to wear because Barbie's clothes did fit."
"That is adorable." Blaine laughed, "I'm sorry I'm not dressed particularly fancy for a date. I just can't concentrate on study when I'm wearing pants. I mean, proper pants. I like track pants, they're really comfy." Kurt found it cute when Blaine blustered on nervously. Kurt didn't mind the trackpants at all. They were a deep navy blue and a light fabric that clung to his thighs and showed a teasing bulge between them. Kurt could see his nipple peaks through his tight white shirt.
"Blaine, I'm rather liking this look." Kurt's eyes were centred on those trackpants as he spoke.
"Hmm, clearly you haven't seen me in a bowtie, and only a bowtie." Blaine flirted, taking Kurt's study bag and placed it on the dining table where Blaine's study books were lying. Kurt made a mental note of that. Blaine had made a table of bowls of nuts, fruits, a pitcher of juice, there was a large tea pot steaming with freshly brewed tea, and of course, the perfect study snack; chocolate covered coffee beans. Kurt stared at the table with a grin. This was perfect.
"I figured we really should try and study a little bit before dinner." Blaine was close behind him, his gentle hands on Kurt's hips and his breath behind his ear. Kurt instinctively leant back into Blaine's hips, feeling a gentle bulge of his cock.
"I ah, I think you're right, we should try and…. hmmm." Blaine was digging his hands into Kurt's sides, rolling that silk fabric across his skin teasingly. Before he knew it, Blaine had pulled away.
"I have an essay to proof read. Oh, and I have to teach you about a few different psychologists too."
"Fine, but then you're learning something about theatre history." Kurt looked at his satchel on the tabletop, oh God, his parcel had fallen out. He quickly shoved it in again and pulled out his books.
"What's that?"
"Just something that came in the mail." Kurt mused.
"Oh, are you going to open it?" Kurt's blushing did not go unnoticed. Blaine bit his lips with curiosity.
"So, what's this essay on?" Kurt changed the subject, peaking at the double-spaced pages on Blaine's side of the table. Kurt picked it up and began to read. Blaine watched that gorgeous face turn into one that looked utterly mortified. "Oh goodness me Blaine, your spelling is terrible." He grabbed a pen and began correcting "you are getting your 'yours' and your you-are mixed up. Spellcheck is not your friend."
"Spellcheck and I have a love-hate relationship. I love relying on it and it hates correcting me." Kurt didn't realise Blaine had reached a hand into his satchel and pulled out the postal package.
"Blaine!"
"What? I'm curious, you're blushing so much, I want to know what it is." Kurt tried to snatch it back, but Blaine's arms were too long.
"Alright, alright, I won't open it, but we have to study." Blaine offered, he placed the package on the table. Kurt narrowed his eyes at Blaine before returning to proof read Blaine's essay.
"You're cute when your angry." Blaine mused.
"Shush, you, study. Or I might accidentally miss some spelling errors." Blaine watched as Kurt's eyes returned to his paper, he twisted the pen around his slender fingers. Blaine poured them a tea and they sat in a giddy silence while they studied. Blaine loved that feeling, wishing time would go faster so he could interrupt Kurt and find out more about him. Kurt had finished proof reading his essay and had started on his own study notes. All the while they were studying Kurt's legs edged closer to Blaine's. he began to rub their shins together, craving that contact. They studied for a few hours before Kurt asked.
"So why did you decide to study psychology?" Kurt asked, he needed a break and stretched his arms above his head. Blaine looked a little unsettled.
"I ah, when I was in high school, I had a boyfriend, and… I cheated on him. We broke up. I felt awful. I couldn't understand why I did that. I hated myself for so long after. I suppose this is my way of understanding why people do things like that. But, when I started looking into it more, there's so much more in the field, it's fascinating. Plus, its fun to watch the reactions of family members when you tell them what you're studying." Kurt watched Blaine's expression change from regretful to wistful as talked about his study.
"Thankyou." Blaine said.
"For what?"
"For not judging me for something I did in high school."
"Why would I do that?"
"You would be surprised. I've had a few dates where guys have looked at me like I'm faulty."
"Those people are idiots." Kurt pulled Blaine's hand and kissed his wrist. "You can't judge someone by something stupid they did in high school. As long as you learned from it."
"So why did you go into theatre?"
"Because there's no market in the fashion industry for dinosaur clothing."
"Dammit, I shouldn't have invested my millions in those T-rex T-shirts."
He didn't realise it, but as they spoke, their hands were clasped over one another across the table. They studied a little more, Kurt's heart warmed as he felt Blaine's thumb roll back and forth across his knuckles. Kurt didn't study very much at all, he spent most of his time staring at Blaine, watching how his brow furrowed as he read. He noticed how his lips moved as he read a paragraph that seemed to cause him grief. In turn, when Kurt was busy, Blaine slipped sneaky glances up at Kurt who wrote notes frantically with his left hand.
"You're left handed." Blaine mused. "That's cool."
"Makes it easier to hold hands while we study. Is it strange to hold hands on a first date?"
"No stranger than having sex before the first date." Blaine teased. "Hey, what does a polar bear call his left hand? … Southpaws."
"Blaine, that is terrible. Why? What goes on in your brain? And why am I laughing at that."
"You know there are some papers that explore the psychology behind puns and why they are funny."
"I didn't know that, but you missed a pun in your sentence. You should have said 'why they are punny.'"
"Oh Kurt, that was terrible." Blaine's eyes were shining as if Kurt was a pot of gold. A guy as gorgeous as Kurt that also put up with his sense of humour. The more he watched Kurt the harder his erection became, feeling heavy in his pants. He wondered if Kurt felt the same. He had returned to study, looking down at his books again. Blaine gently slipped his hand free and slunk under the dining table. Kurt had been so busy he hadn't noticed until he felt Blaine's head between his thighs, kissing up his pants.
"Blaine, what?"
"Dropped a pen." Blaine sung, continuing his kisses. He began to unbuckle Kurt's pants. Blaine's suspicions were right, Kurt was as hard as he was.
"How long have you been hiding this from me?" He mused, springing Kurt's cock free of his underwear. He slowly, teasingly licked from the base to the tip of his shift.
"Since we sat down." Kurt moaned, throwing his head back in the chair. He felt Blaine's breath tingle against his sensitive head. Blaine swallowed Kurt's cock right down to the shaft, sucked hard and popped his lips free with a grin.
"Oh, look, I found my pen." Blaine retreated under the table and returned to his seat, leaving Kurt's cock hard, wet and aching for more. Blaine was grinning like the gigantic flirt that he was across the table, tapping his pen against his lips.
"Oh, you dirty tease." Kurt scowled, approaching Blaine's side of the table. Blaine pushed his chair back and Kurt sat squarely on his lap, Kurt's erection was still free and Blaine's rising high up against the soft fabric of his tracksuit pants. Kurt bent down and pressed his lips down onto Blaine's. His hands raking through his gelled hair. Underneath that hard shell of hair was the soft downy texture that Kurt wanted to bring to the surface. Blaine's hands kneaded down Kurt's flanks then disappeared. Kurt was too distracted kissing, slipping his tongue around Blaine's to notice Blaine had Kurt's package in his hand. When they separated for a moment to breath Blaine whispered.
"So, is it time to see what Kurt's been ordering online?"
"No!" Kurt reached forward, which almost sent them topping back over the chair. Blaine calmed him with more kissed, purring against his skin.
"Kurt, you have no idea how much I want to see you experience everything for the first time." Blaine handed Kurt his package. His voice was soft and earnest. "and then the second time, and the third, perhaps a fourth too." Kurt's embarrassment dissipated with Blaine's words and he was turning the parcel between his hands, contemplating opening it.
"I ordered it a few weeks ago." Kurt explained. "it was a bit of an impulse purchase. But I haven't ever done anything to myself, so I thought I would try with this." Blaine helped Kurt open the box.
"A vibrator plug." Blaine looked impressed. "With remote control. So, you were going to use this before I have even had a chance to live out those sexting fantasies?"
"Well, aren't you glad that the post is dreadfully slow."
"We should have opened it earlier. I could have demonstrated to you the difference between positive reinforcement and positive punishment. It's all dependant upon which setting you use this on." Kurt dived down for another kiss, crushing his body up against Blaine and forgetting about the toy. He hardly needed it now that he had something else.
"Blaine, I want you right now. I want to know what your tongue feels like. I want to feel what it's like to have your cock in my mouth." Kurt muttered while powdering Blaine's neck and collar bone with kisses.
"You have no idea how much it turns me on to hear you say those things."
"Oh, I have a pretty good idea." Kurt gripped Blaine's bulging cock, stroking it through the fabric. Blaine growled and lifted the both of them from his chair. Kurt wrapped his legs tight around Blaine who carried him to the centre of the room.
"Take the toy with us." Blaine muttered between kisses.
"I want to know about your fantasies." Kurt had the toy in his hand, his arms were looped around Blaine's sturdy neck. He could feel Blaine's hands grip his ass cheeks tight and crush up with an immense amount of support.
"There's a few, but the sex swings are at work." Blaine dropped Kurt onto the edge of the bed and knelt on the floor beside him, unbuttoning the dinosaur print shirt. "And that whole Daddy joke from the other night probably got me more excited than I thought it would." As he spoke Blaine sucked a nipple between his lips, pinching with his teeth gently until it puckered on its own. "I've never been tied up, I would like to try that. But the very first thing that I wanted to do with you, when I first saw you, the first thing I thought of, apart from 'boy this kid looks really out of place'."
"Yes?" Blaine was tugging Kurt's jeans and underwear off in one go. Blaine paused for dramatic effect, taking a moment to appreciate Kurt's flawless skin.
"I want to paint you with strawberry sauce and lick it all up. Lick you here…. And here…. And all the way down here." Blaine's tongue slipped down Kurt's sternum, across his hip and between his thighs. Kurt instinctively thrust his hips upwards. Blaine pushed him up onto the bed and lay him down.
"Strawberry sounds perfect. Do you have any?"
"I'm afraid I don't." Blaine pushed his thighs further apart and nuzzled his nose up against Kurt's tight balls. And breathed a heavy breath, across Kurt's hole. His nose and soft cheeks brushed against the sensitive skin. Then Blaine's tongue extended out and began to circle teasing around that puckered flesh. Blaine could feel Kurt tense and relax under his tongue. Kurt let out a deep groan. The sensation of Blaine's rough yet smooth tongue rolling itself over his ass sent shivers down his spine.
"Blaine!" Kurt felt Blaine's tongue probe deeper, slowly opening Kurt's hole. Blaine loved the sensation of that impossibly soft flesh and he loved the sounds Kurt made even more. Those gentle heaves, the gasps, Blaine's name. Blaine could have spent all night there feeling Kurt relax and open. Blaine flexed his tongue in all sorts of ways to find what Kurt liked best. Then after that tease, Blaine pulled his lips away, wanting to see Kurt's face. His eyes were fluttering. They opened slowly. Kurt lifted his head to find Blaine's face trailing kisses up his thighs.
"Top draw." Blaine spoke, Kurt knew what he needed and passed it down to him, Blaine pulled himself up alongside Kurt and nuzzled his nose into his neck.
"That feels incredible." Kurt took Blaine's lips to his. He reached down to feel Blaine's cock. It was incredibly hard, and Kurt, now realising its girth, felt a little nervous.
"It's ok." Blaine assured, as if reading his mind. "just tell me if it hurts." Blaine's words were so soft, they were barely more than breaths. Blaine reached down with lubed fingers and began to circle Kurt's hole. He watched Kurt's face carefully. He felt how Kurt's body relaxed around him and he pushed a little further in.
"Oh God Blaine, that's the spot!" Blaine pushed a little harder and watched Kurt's eyes roll back and his neck arch upwards. Blaine latched onto that neck and began to suck. His finger curled around Kurt's spot, pulling in and out gently. Blaine slipped a second finger it. Kurt barely noticed. Blaine grinned as he reached with his other hand for Kurt's toy. He slipped the slender vibrating plug between Kurt's legs.
"You're in for a surprise, Kurt." Blaine purred. Before Kurt could open his eyes, Blaine pressed the plug up into that stretched hole and pressed the remote control. The face Kurt expressed make Blaine wish he could preserve that moment forever. Kurt screamed with pleasure. Every ounce of breath was expulsed from his lungs. His hips thrusted off the mattress and his arms gripped Blaine for dear life. Blaine pressed the plug a little deeper and Kurt snapped his legs closed around Blaine's hand, and rolled into his chest.
"Do you like that?" Blaine knew the answer. Kurt was panting and whimpering, his crystal skin flushed red. Kurt nodded into Blaine's chest, raking his teeth down his pecks until he latched onto a nipple and bit hard.
"Kurt!" Blaine gasped. Blaine increased the setting but that only made Kurt bite down harder. The two boys were on that edge of pleasure and pain. Kurt's entire body spasming and Blaine's nipple being clamped with Kurt's tongue flicking back and forth in time with his vibrating plug.
"Kurt you're going to take my nipple off."
"Blaine, I never knew… I could… feel like this." Kurt danced on the edge of an orgasm, his body pulsing with every vibrating wave.
"Tell me when you're close."
"I can't tell anymore." Blaine looked down to Kurt's cock. It was ridged and wet with drops of precum.
"I think you're ready." Blaine turned the vibrator off and slipped it gently from Kurt's parting legs. Kurt moaned with disappointment as his hole clenched around nothing. "It might feel strange at first." Blaine warned. "But try to relax." Blaine tossed Kurt onto his back, smoothed the condom over his cock and aligned himself up against Kurt's glistening hole. A rush of excitement filled Blaine. The pressure of wanting to make this perfect for Kurt was mixed with the thrill of being Kurt's first. When Kurt's body finally relaxed from those vibrations Blaine slipped his head into Kurt's tight wetness.
"Fuck, Kurt." Blaine breathed. Kurt was so tight around him. He could feel Kurt's body clench and relax. When he did so Blaine inched forward a little more. Kurt drew in a breath and pulled Blaine's hips down into his. Kurt clenched his teeth against the burning stretch. He must have made a face because Blaine stopped. Kurt opened his eyes.
"Blaine?"
"I'm hurting you."
"No, please, keep going. I want you." Blaine seated himself into Kurt gently while kissing Kurt's parted lips. Slowly, Blaine began to rock, testing different angles, wanting to make Kurt scream as much as that vibrator did. Then he felt it, he felt the way Kurt tightened, how the small of his back arched up, how his cheeks flushed that brilliant rosy red.
"Don't stop, please." Kurt muttered feeling Blaine's head roll up and down his insides, hitting his spot over and over again. His abdomen tightened and his cock pulsed with the urge to release. Blaine's movements became more forceful, taken away by his own passions. Kurt loved the feeling of Blaine's body on top of him, the feeling of being taken, consumed, feasted upon. Blaine's lips sucked his tongue into his mouth. Blaine's grip raking down his flanks. Blaine's cock being a part of him and Kurt being the one to give him pleasure. Blaine thrusted like an animal and Kurt never wanted him to stop.
"Blaine, I can't hold on much longer." Kurt managed to gasp. Blaine's response was a whimper and sharper thrusts up into the deepest parts of Kurt. Kurt could feel how Blaine swelled and knew he was close too. Kurt held the back of Blaine's neck, feeling the sweat beads breaking through his hair gel and down his hot flesh.
"Your breath is making me, Oh, Kurt." Little did Blaine know that his own breath was what brought Kurt's cock to release. Cum hit both Blaine and Kurt in a hot steady stream. Blaine followed and he plunged himself as deep as possible as his body burned with heat. Blaine collapsed fell onto Kurt, feeling Kurt's still pulsing cock against his abdomen. Kurt kissed his cheeks tenderly while they both recovered.
Eventually Blaine rolled to his side, examining the white mess Kurt had made over their bodies. Absentmindedly he traced a B over Kurt's bellybutton.
"What are you doing?"
"Just marking my territory." Blaine licked his finger, tasting Kurt's bitter cum. There was something deeply sensual about that Kurt liked.
"Your territory? Well, then I better mark mine too." Kurt placed a K over the ripples of Blaine's abs. Blaine took his fingers afterwards and sucked them slowly between his lips. Kurt loved seeing Blaine like this. He went from this wide-eyed boy to a sensual, creature whose lustful eyes looked like they wanted devour Kurt every which way, just like he was devouring Kurt's fingers.
"How are you feeling?"
"I'm a little sore but I'm feeling too good to care."
"Shall I kiss it better?"
Kurt rolled on top of him before Blaine could move an inch. He wanted to see Blaine's face, not have it hide between his legs. The K and the B on their abdomen's pressed together with a squelch. They both needed a shower. The kissed and nuzzled each other for a while before Blaine spoke.
"I like the idea that I was the one to take your virginity? Does that sound old fashioned?"
"It does." Kurt mused, still resting on top of him. He wasn't offended, he just thought for a moment then added, "But I suppose we all just want to be special to someone." Kurt's face flushed with a little panic. "That's not the only reason we...?"
"No, no. Kurt, shhh." Blaine pressed a thumb to Kurt's panicked lips. "God no. But you're right, I think I really do want to be someone special to you." He became that wide eyed Blaine again, his cheeks softened with sincerity. Kurt couldn't get enough of that beautiful puppy dog face. "My first time wasn't that special, and I want to make sure yours was. Besides, I kind of like the idea of teaching you things, exploring everything with you." Blaine's hands trailed as he spoke.
"Teaching, you say? What's our lesson today Mr Blaine?" Kurt wanted to ask more about Blaine's past, but he couldn't pass up the opportunity to flirt.
"That's Mr Anderson to you, student Kurt."
"Oh, I like the sounds of that Mr Anderson. I think we just found another fantasy we should explore."
Blaine's eyes lit up with excitement. "Oh, I have the perfect thing for you to wear. Have a shower. I'll get the class room set up."
