Points to whoever gets the Community reference in this chapter

Kurt dragged Blaine up the stairwell to his apartment. The excitement buzz through his chest. It was the thrill of sneaking a boy back to his room. It was the juvenile secrecy of not getting caught. It was the touch of Blaine's warm hand under his fingertips. It was late, at least close to midnight. Rachel would surely be asleep by now. As for Santana, Kurt was more worried about her forming a cheer squad outside his door. Blaine may be into something like that, but Kurt certainly wasn't.

"Shhh, be very quiet." Kurt whispered as he slipped the key into the lock. Blaine was making it very difficult for Kurt to be quiet himself. He was being handsy, slipping his fingers into Kurt's back pockets and nibbling at whatever piece of Kurt he could find.

"Blaine, shhh." Kurt slapped him on the arm. That did anything but deter him. His hips grinded up against Kurt's ass.

"Wow, so three people live here. How have you not killed each other yet?"

"Sheer willpower." Kurt replied. Admittedly, their apartment was small, and Kurt had the only proper room. Rachel was in an alcove with a curtain for a door and Santana slept on a pull-out couch. She was sleeping there now which made Kurt take the silence request even more seriously. He felt like a secret spy agent creeping through an evil lair, waiting to hit a trip wire.

"This way." Kurt mouthed with his fingers wrapped around Blaine's wrist. If he didn't tug Blaine forward the boy would have spent the entire night gawking at every little detail.

Kurt's room was always tidy, everything had its place. It was small but he made it work. Blaine stared as if it was the most perfect, sacred thing in the world.

"So, this is your room." Blaine smiled, his fingers thumbing through the closest clothes rack.

"Yeah." Kurt began to feel nervous. This was the first boy he ever had in his room, ever! He suddenly didn't know whether to sit or stand, or just watch Blaine take in everything that was deep and personal to Kurt. There were his photos on the cupboard shelves, one of his dads, another of his family with Carol and Finn. There were his little trophies from Cheerios' participation awards. There were parts of old costumes from Glee and a scrolled-up poster from his failed presidential campaign. (The black and white photography wasn't to anyone's liking but his own.) Instead of shuffling awkwardly, Kurt excused himself with a rather important reason.

"I'll be right back, Blaine. I think you'll like this."

"I won't go anywhere, I promise." Blaine whispered, flicking through another clothes rack. Kurt found it sweet to see Blaine diving into Kurt's little room. He paused in the doorway for a moment to watch him. It was like opening a book and flicking through the pages. Blaine wanted to take all of Kurt in, and Kurt would love nothing more for him to do so. And so, Kurt left Blaine alone in his room to tip toe back into the kitchen where something very special was waiting.

What Kurt did not expect was the two ass cheeks of a naked ken doll right beside the fridge.

"Who the hell are you?" Kurt restrained himself to a loud whisper rather than the shrill shriek he wanted to emit. The ken doll turned around in surprise, a bottle of water in each hand.

"Oh hey, you must be Rachel's roommate. Nice to meet you." The man offered Kurt a hand, which Kurt smartly did not take.

"And you are?"

"Brodie. Rachel and I met at the club the other night." Brodie had no shame in being naked, in fact he seemed rather comfortable as Kurt's eyes couldn't help but gawk. Kurt wasn't gawking because there was a naked man in his kitchen, but rather because he had said Rachel and he had met at a club. The club!

"Oh my God, Rachel you hypocritical little minx." Kurt muttered as the ken doll strolled his fine ass out of the kitchen and back behind the partition curtain. Kurt wasted no time and snatching the strawberry sauce from the fridge door and scurried back into his bedroom before Santana's third eye sensed something afoot.

When Kurt retuned, he found Blaine sitting on the bed, a rainbow backpack opened before him. there was a cat scratching post on the floor, a water bowl, cat ears and little grey fingerless mittens with pink paw prints on the underside. Kurt almost dropped the bottle of strawberry sauce. Blaine looked up, the cat ears on the head band twirling between his fingers.

"Kurt why didn't you tell me you were into kitten play?"

"That stuff's not mine." Kurt denied in a panic.

"Hey, relax, it's totally fine." Blaine fitted the grey cat ears on top of his head. "How do I look?" he pouted and twisted his head side to side.

"Blaine, take those off." Kurt really didn't want him to take them off, he looked adorable. "I'm telling you, it's not mine. I had a friend over."

"A friend?"

"A girl, she's a friend. She's into it."

"Kinky, I like. Is that strawberry sauce?" Blaine rose from the bed and placed the cat ears on Kurt before he could object. Blaine's lips lit up with a smirk.

"Hmmm meow. Kitty Kurt is cute." Blaine was right, Kitty Kurt was cute, with his expression which was close to a pouting scowl. His shining eyes narrowed and the little grey triangles pointing up behind her perfect hair.

"Blaine, stop fooling around."

"But I thought that's exactly what we were here to do." Blaine took the sauce bottle from Kurt hand and replaced it with a kitten mitten. Then, he did the same for Kurt's other hand, kissing each finger as he slipped it through the holes. Kurt couldn't help but want to rub and burrow his head against Blaine's chest. It was as if something deep inside of him took over. Crawling around on his hands and knees didn't feel awkward. He now understood what Brittany had meant. It was as if the feline inside made his movements dainty and delicate.

"I'll take very good care of my Kitty Kurt." Blaine muttered, "I'll start by taking of that silly shirt. Kittens don't wear clothes." Kurt lifted his mittens above his head and Blaine pulled his shirt free.

Kurt meowed in response. Blaine was glad he was playing along with this. When Kurt was free of his human shirt, he nuzzled his cheeks against Blaine's solid chest. He rubbed hard against his shirt fabric, which was smooth against his shin. The force pushed Blaine to sit on the bed. Kurt prowled across the mattress, testing the sensation of the sheets through his gloved palms. Blaine began to stroke down his back as if he were patting a real cat. He scratched and tickled down Kurt's flanks and ran his fingers down either side of Kurt's spine. Kurt felt his muscles relax and he arched his back. A deep sensual purr escaped his lips. If Blaine was going to touch him like that, he would gladly be a cat any day.

"That's it, Kitty Kurt." Blaine encouraged. He reached a delicate hand and began to scratch behind Kurt's real ears. Kurt purred some more and pushed his head into Blaine's hands. Those fingertips were just divine. Kurt closed his eyes and purred, rubbing his body around Blaine's. He smiled as Blaine giggled and nudged his own face down Kurt's flank.

"Meow." Kurt began to pounce his front paws across the mattress.

"Does Kitty Kurt want to play?" Blaine asked. Kurt nodded enthusiastically. Blaine began to bat his hands around the mattress playfully, pulling them out of the way before Kurt could catch them. Blaine laughed as he watched Kurt try to catch then fall to his side and roll onto his back. He battered his mittens in the air, then rolled back onto all fours. Kurt stroked his face down Blaine's shoulder, giving his shirt a little nip.

"Do you want this off?" Blaine caught the hint, gesturing to the fabric that covered his chest. Kurt didn't need to answer. Instead he sat back on his haunches and waited patiently. Blaine took his shirt off extra slow, teasing Kurt with the motion. Blaine noticed how Kurt's eyes widened. But Kurt's eyes widened not from lust, but in horror. Kurt saw the plumes of bruises he had made on Blaine's skin. There were claw marks too. Kurt frowned.

"What is it?" Blaine asked, but his questions were answered when Kurt pressed a tender tongue to the closest bruise, which was just beside Blaine's last rib.

"Oh." Blaine mused and cupped Kurt's chin in his hands. He looked so guilty. Cats weren't meant to feel guilty. "Don't feel bad Kurt. Bedside's I've had a lot worse." Kurt's head tilted to the side quizzically. Blaine didn't elaborate. Kurt would have to ask him about it later. Right now, he was a cat, a sexy cat whose new duty was to lick every regretful bruise from Blaine's perfect body. With a sad purr Kurt let his tongue flick gently over the hicky under Blaine's collar bone. Then he moved to the deep scratch he had left down Blaine's forearm. Kurt moved around Blaine alternating between gently caressing his tongue over each wound and rubbing his cheeks to any patch of unmarred flesh.

"Tell me, does Kitty Kurt like strawberries?" Blaine stroked Kurt up and down his spine again, watching how his eyes fluttered. Blaine wanted to stroke Kurt all day, watch how his body crawled and moved. As he admired Kurt's movements, he reached for the bottle Kurt had supplied.

Kurt nodded his kitty head.

"I know I was planning to lick this off of you, but it would be awfully rude of me not to feed my kitten." Blaine dolloped the pink creamy sauce onto his chest where Kurt pounced enthusiastically to lick it up. Their eyes locked and Blaine's body buzzed with desire. The second dollop of strawberry cream was to Kurt's nose. Blaine licked that one off with a laugh. Kurt's face looked surprised. Blaine licked it again.

Blaine couldn't help himself, he spotted more sauce onto Kurt's neck and sucked that taste off his skin as if the pressure would release more sauce. Kurt purred and gasped with pleasure. Blaine unlocked his lips and placed the third dot of sauce on his own neck. Kurt sucked with the same enthusiasm as Blaine, this time, not hesitating to leave a mark. While Kurt sucked the tender skin of Blaine's neck, Blaine reached down and began to unbuckle both their pants. Cats didn't wear pants either. Kurt's palms kneaded impatiently into Blaine's stomach. He had finished his strawberry sauce. Blaine drew a line down his chest. Kurt willingly obliged to lick. The sensation of Kurt's tongue drove him wild. Blaine's erection, which had been desiring release the entire day, was at breaking point. He had to get Kurt down there. The sauce travelled south, and Blaine drew a length along his thighs. Kurt's tongue extended far and snaked up his skin like a cat grooming his limbs. Blaine didn't need the strawberry sauce anymore because the next thing he knew Kurt was licking the soft skin at the base of his cock.

"Hmmm, Kurt." Blaine moaned, giving into the sensation. "Kurt come here." Kurt looked up, confused, was he doing something wrong. He broke his kitty persona then with a quizzical brow.

"No, no." Blaine explained, reaching for Kurt's thigh. "I mean, get your ass over here."

"Oh." Kurt blushed a little, he wasn't sure why, it wasn't like they haven't sucked each other before, but both at the same time, Kurt felt a little dirty. Blaine noticed how shy Kurt returned and bit his lips and how sweetly innocent Kurt could still be. Blaine rolled a hand up and down Kurt's thigh again, urging him to swing his hips around.

"Don't make me use any cream innuendos here Kurt and believe me I'm very tempted with you being Kitty Kurt and all." Blaine warned. Kurt laughed and relaxed again. He nuzzled his face between Blaine's legs and positioned himself upside down.

Blaine felt Kurt's thighs either side of his head. He adjusted Kurt to a better angle and began to tease. Kurt's ears brushed against his own parted legs.

Kurt began to match Blaine's actions. He felt Kurt's tongue wet the innermost dip in between his thighs. He felt Kurt's mouth wide and consume his balls, then move up his length. Blaine knew what Kurt was going to do next, because it was exactly what Blaine was doing to him. The one thing Kurt couldn't do was rake his fingers over Blaine's fine ass because it was secured against the blankets. Blaine, however was kneading and gripping Kurt's ass cheeks as if they were bread dough. This made Kurt moan and the vibrations travelled down Blaine's cock. It was only fair Blaine returned the favour, moaning too.

Their heads moved and Blaine began to direct Kurt's hips up and down into his mouth. The moans only intensified as the boy's continued to pleasure each other. Blaine moaned at the sensation of Kurt's kitty gloves rolling up and down his legs. Kurt groaned at the feeling of Blaine's hands directing him exactly where he needed to go. It became an urgently sensual positive feedback loop of pleasure. Neither boy wanted to stop, they were bringing each other so close, so soon. Blaine's tongue traced Kurt's head, and Kurt did the same. Kurt swallowed Blaine down to his base and Blaine attempted to do the same for Kurt. The suction on that boy's lips was incredible. Neither boy could hold on much longer. Their whines and moans became increasingly high pitched. Their abs tensed and their hips thrusted with an intense need for release.

A flush of cum filled their mouths and the thrusting stopped. They swallowed and let their panting tongues tease each other a little while longer.

Kurt was the first to pop Blaine's head free of his lips. Blaine barely moved, his entire body still recovering from the sensation of having Kurt's lips around him. All the tension he had been carrying in the class room and at the movie theatre had left him in a sleepy state of orgasmic bliss. His insides were still tingling. Kurt wiped his mouth a little, being as delicate as possible and snuggled up beside Blaine, resting his head on his perfect chest. Blaine's eyes were half closed but opened a little at the peck of Kurt's kiss to his jawline.

"Blaine?"

"Hmmm?"

"What did you mean when you said that you've had a lot worse?"

"Huh?"

"With the scratches and all?"

"Oh." Blaine's blissful face dropped a little.

"How about I tell you in the morning, hmm?" Blaine's eyes closed again and hugged Kurt a little tighter. Kurt nodded, feeling Blaine's tension settle again. It made Kurt want to hold him even tighter.