Blaine opened the post Sebastian made on his twitter.
BlaineAnderson
I'm hitting the town tonight! Come out and maybe we can rock the boat, if you know what I mean ;)
Blaine cringed at the indelicate way Sebastian had handled his request. If Blaine were any other person in the world he might be glad someone had captured such an intimate moment between him and his crush, but he was a rockstar and this was the way things had to be handled. It also meant that apparently, he was going out tonight.
He kept his head down as he approached Kurt's front door. If people had recognized Kurt from the photos they would undoubtedly be waiting around to see if Blaine would show up to confirm their rumors.
Kurt was quick to answer. His expression showing Blaine exactly why he had been hesitant to come over.
"Can I talk to you?" Blaine nearly whispered.
Kurt just hugged his arms around himself, nodding, and heading up the stairs.
"I know it looks bad, but I have my whole team working to fix it." Blaine said immediately upon entering Kurt's apartment. "I know you said you didn't want dragged into the crazy which is why we are covering it up now."
"This is what you consider keeping me out of the crazy?" Kurt turned on Blaine, his eyebrows raised and a hint of anger in his voice.
"I told my manager to make it look like you were just a hook-up, if the world thinks that they will move on. I had your best interest in mind." Blaine's voice shrinked back with the look Kurt was giving him. His eyebrows turned down as he did his best to not frown.
"Oh yeah. Your manager. He seems like a nice guy. Did a great job spying on me."
Kurt was made even more upset by the confused look on Blaine's face. Here he goes pretending like he had nothing to do with his manager showing up and telling me they would never see each other. "Don't act like you didn't send him here to break it off with me for you."
"Kurt." Blaine stepped closer, reaching his arms out. Sensing Kurt's distrust, he pulled back. "You have to believe me. I have no clue what you're talking about. What do you mean Sebastian broke things off with you for me?"
Kurt turned and busied himself with cleaning his kitchen counter. A nervous barista habit Blaine assumed. "Oh please. A friend recommended the place. I didn't need to worry about getting to know him because him and his friend would never be back."
"He said that to you?" Blaine's look of confusion was quickly replaced with flaming eyes and a twitch in his jaw. He turned and ran his hands through his hair. "He had no right to do that. It's my life he's interfering with now. Not just Blaine Anderson, just fucking Blaine." Kurt tried to listen in to the conversation Blaine was having with the air just to the right of himself. Whatever he was saying clearly wasn't meant to be said out loud.
"Well I saw on Twitter you have plans tonight so you should get going I don't want to keep you from rocking the boat with another guy." Kurt folded his arms and glared at Blaine. The glisten of tears refusing to fall down his stoic face.
"Kurt. It's not real. I asked him to do that so people would leave you alone. I didn't know what he would write."
"Save it, Blaine. It's time you accept that Blaine Anderson and Rockstar Blaine Anderson are the same person." Kurt turned away again, putting his hands on the counter and staring down at them. Blaine knew there was nothing left for him to say. He just made his way to the sliding door.
Just before he opened it, he looked over and saw the carton of daisies sitting on top of the trash. He quickly plucked one of the flowers and tucked it in his jacket pocket. He more than ever needed a reason to smile.
Blaine walked into the bar Sebastian had told him to meet him in. The bouncer pushed him through without checking his ID or collecting a cover, which was good because strictly speaking he wasn't technically 21.
Sebastian greeted him with a jovial smile and a pat on the back.
"Look who showed up. I've been scoping the place for you. I must say pickings are slim but it's still early."
Blaine didn't even look at him, he immediately sat at one of the stools and grabbed the bartender's attention. "Give me the strongest, fruitiest drink you can imagine."
"Anything for you, doll." The man smiled at him and began on the drink.
"In fact, just make it two. It's been a long day." He winked and grabbed a second glass. Blaine focused on the contents of the drink, so he could zone out Sebastian's run down of the night.
"Then I think once it's about closing time. Just grab whoever is nearest and head back to your place. Do what you want just make sure the paparazzi get pictures either leaving the bar or in front of your building. The more touching the better."
"Whatever, Sebastian." Blaine groaned and gulped down the first drink. Finishing it in only three swallows.
"What is your problem? I did what you asked." Sebastian put his hand on Blaine's shoulder and Blaine swatted it off.
"Why did you tell Kurt we would never see him again."
"Because we won't."
"You're almost right. You won't." Blaine did the same with his second drink that he did with his first and tossed a 50 dollar bill at the bartender to keep them coming. He tucked it in his suspenders and started pouring.
"Listen sexy. He's cute I get it, but you can't tie yourself down—"
Blaine grabbed his drink and stood up. "Stop calling me that. We dated forever ago in high school. But that is over. Don't call me sexy. Don't touch me. And don't interfere with my personal life. You are Blaine Anderson's manager that is it."
Sebastian rolled his eyes. "So we're not even friends anymore?"
"Were we ever?" Blaine pushed through the dancefloor and sat alone at a booth on the other side of the bar with two drinks in his hand. Due to Sebastian's tweet on his behalf earlier that evening, he wasn't alone for long.
Guys in varying degrees of scanty outfits approached him. Asking him to dance or to just go straight home with him. He rolled his eyes at each one of them. Sebastian knew this mood wasn't going to keep Blaine in the tabloids.
"Alright. You had your outburst. Let's get you home. If you're not going home with anybody then you might as well just go home." Sebastian offered his hand to Blaine.
He just crossed his arms and looked away. "I'm fine. I caaan get home by muhself." Blaine slurred, the four drinks in less than ten minutes already taking effect.
"No, you can't and if you keep throwing up in public, you're going to have a way worse rebrand." Blaine gave in and let Sebastian pull him and hook an arm around his waist.
As they walked out of the bar cameras flashed. Blaine just rolled his head into Sebastian's chest to keep the flashes from blinding him. Sebastian grinned at the cameras enjoying his moment of fame before pushing Blaine into a taxi and hopping in after him.
"Why can't I just play music and be in love." Blaine murmured after being in the taxi for a few blocks.
"You're trying to sell an album, not confess your love to a damsel in a Shakespeare play."
"What's wrong with Shakespeare?" Blaine smashed his head against the window to keep it from tipping over.
The rest of the ride to Blaine's apartment was silent. The taxi pulled to the curb on 5th ave, Sebastian opened the door and pulled Blaine out. Cameras flashed and before he knew it Sebastian was holding him like they were going home together.
"What are you doing?" Blaine slurred. Astonished that the manager he refused to even call a friend anymore would just grab his ass in front of cameras.
"I have an idea." Sebastian pressed his mouth on Blaine's. It was awkward, and Blaine tried pulling away. Sebastian's mouth was open wide and trying to get Blaine to kiss back, but he refused. He finally managed to get Sebastian off of him. He ran to his building and the doorman held the door open for him.
He stormed into the lobby. Sebastian stared after him a look of longing and accomplishment on his face.
Blaine burst into his apartment, slamming the door behind him. For good measure he punched it a few times. Then slid down the door to a heap on the ground. He cried for what felt like hours before looking up through his tear-soaked eyes.
Everything in his home felt awful. It felt like the jackass guy that tweeted to get hook ups and then got plastered in the first couple of minutes of entering a bar.
It felt like him. Of course, Kurt was right. There weren't two Blaine Anderson's there was just one and he was an idiot.
He looked at his home and briefly considered setting it on fire. Instead he stood from where he was curled up on the ground and got a good look at all the furniture. He pushed it out of place. He punched the pillows and kicked the table. Everything seemed too perfect, too untouched. This wasn't a home, it was a presentation.
He became aware of the weight in his jacket pocket. He pulled out the daisy he had taken from Kurt's trash. He held it in his hand and closed his eyes. He pictured Kurt's face twinkling in the light of the setting sun. He let a few more tears drop before turning for the door and walking out of his penthouse.
He paid the taxi driver to drop him off a few blocks down from The Lima Bean. He needed fresh air and the walk would do him good. Media be damned if they caught him near the barista again. He stood at Kurt's door and debated knocking. Kurt doesn't want to see me. Who am I kidding? I am trashed and stupid.
He saw a glowing light come out of Kurt's living room window. He must be watching a movie or something. The overwhelming urge to be near Kurt nearly drove Blaine mad. He looked at the iron fire escape leading up to the window.
With a quick prayer to an unforgiving god, he got a running start and leapt onto the bottom rung. He pulled himself up with some effort and climbed his way toward the window.
He caught a brief glimpse inside. Kurt was curled up under a blanket watching Moulin Rouge. Blaine sat back against the building letting his head fall back against the brick. His phone slipped out of his pocket and hit the iron landing of the fire escape, ringing through the quiet night streets.
"Shit." He fumbled around to pick it up, but he was still dizzy from the drinks.
A second later, he heard the window rolling up. Kurt popped his head out and looked around, landing on Blaine leaning against the wall, barely keeping his eyes open.
"Oh my God. Blaine? What are you doing up here? Are you drunk?"
"I never knew I could feel like this." Blaine began, his voice husky. "Like I've never seen the sky." He paused and looked up past Kurt. "Before." It came out in a breath.
Kurt looked Blaine up and down before stepping out on the escape and taking Blaine's arm. "Get inside." He pushed Blaine through the window, then reached down and grabbed his dropped phone.
Blaine stumbled through the window. He steadied himself on the couch trying to stay standing.
"Just sit down, Blaine." Kurt pressed on his shoulder and Blaine allowed it to push him onto the soft blankets that were bundled there.
Kurt came back a minute later with a glass of water.
"Why are you here?"
"You were right." Blaine nearly sobbed. He grabbed Kurt's hand and ran his fingers over the knuckles. "I am just one man and a stupid one at that."
"Blaine, you're not stupid. Perhaps not the smartest." Kurt added under his breath.
"I want to be with you. If that means Blaine Anderson has to drop off the face of the Earth and stop making music, then I am okay with that."
"No you're not. You're just drunk."
"Which means I'm not holding anything back." He looked up at Kurt, tears streaming freely down his cheeks. "I want you and only you. I finally learned that."
"Finally? I last saw you about two hours ago."
"It's been a long night." Blaine dropped his head and mumbled. "Sebastian came onto me. He kissed me in front of a bunch of cameras and wouldn't let me pull away."
Kurt reached out and brushed whisps of hair off Blaine's sweaty forehead. "Blaine, I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I should have listened to you. Sebastian isn't a good guy. A good guy wouldn't have done what he did to you."
"Maybe he just has a crush on you."
"Well the feeling isn't mutual."
They sat in silence for a long time. Blaine still stroking Kurt's knuckle with one of his hands.
"Kurt?"
"Yes, Blaine?"
"Why did you let me in?"
Kurt smiled over at him. "Aside from the fact that you were drunk and about to fall off the fire escape?"
"Yeah."
Kurt pulled his hand out from under Blaine's, making Blaine's face drop at the loss of connection. He reached around him and stuck his hand in Blaine's pocket, pulling out the crumpled daisy.
"This."
Kurt smiled at the dying flower in his hand. Blaine grinned seeing the flower that had inspired him to come here.
"There's that smile." Kurt pinched Blaine's cheek, causing Blaine to chuckle.
They locked eyes for a second and Kurt was prepared for Blaine to lean in and kiss him. Despite everything, he felt that Blaine was being genuine. It would take a lot of work, but he was willing to be with him.
"I love you."
Kurt looked at Blaine's lips as the words formed. It wasn't what he had expected, and he didn't know how to react. He thought back on all the times Blaine had flirted with him. All the stories from the night they spent together. His crazy and unrealistic life and how it had already gotten in the way of everything, yet here he was on a Thursday night sitting on Kurt's couch proclaiming his love for him after climbing up a fire escape drunk.
"I love you too." He leaned forward and pressed his head against Blaine's. "Come what may."
"It's late I should leave so you can get to bed." Blaine made to stand up and wobbled a little.
"Oh no you don't. You're staying on the couch tonight." Blaine smiled at him.
"That seems a little forward."
Kurt pulled Blaine back down and let him lean against his shoulder. "I'm going to stay until you get to sleep." He ran his hands through Blaine's hair and Blaine felt himself drifting.
Kurt started to sing, picking up where Blaine had left off. "Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place. Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace. Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste. It all revolves around you."
"Beautiful," Blaine whispered rolling his head and starting to snore. Kurt chuckled at his near narcolepsy and slowly inched his way out from under him. He rolled Blaine on his side and put a blanket over his shoulder.
"Goodnight." He kissed the rockstar's cheek and backed away.
"Kurt?" Blaine didn't open his eyes.
"Yes, Blaine?"
He smiled with his eyes still closed. "Someday I'm going to be the man you see in me."
Kurt just grinned and walked into his bedroom.
He realized as he changed into his pajamas that Blaine's phone was still in his pocket. He looked around for an extra charger and as he laid it plugged in on his table, it went off.
Rachel Berry: I know you're going back to ignoring me, but I would just like to say that if you hurt Kurt I will singlehandedly remove your testicles, Blaine Anderson.
Rachel Berry: Also, I saw the picture from today of Sebastian molesting your mouth. I could tell it was forced. I hope you are okay and that you and Kurt can work through this.
Kurt smiled. He should have just put the phone down then, but he had to know what Blaine had said to Rachel. He swiped to open the message and was amazed to see that Blaine didn't have a lock on his phone.
He took a second before looking down. This is a total invasion of privacy. But he did show up drunk at my window soooo. Kurt looked at the messages.
Blaine: I guess I apologize for kind of going off on you the other day. You were just looking out for me. Though I still think you should let me handle my career how I handle it. I don't know if you saw the pictures. I am so mad our night was ruined by those stupid photographers. He is one thing I really don't want to mess up. Rachel, I'm feeling something strong for Kurt. PS Thanks for never mentioning the totally gorgeous and actually gay glee club friend of yours. :p
Kurt smiled and kicked his feet on his bed. He put Blaine's phone face down, so he wouldn't be tempted to keep looking. He sent that way before any of the bad stuff had happened today. This wasn't some drunken confession. Blaine actually loved him.
"Am I interrupting?" Kurt froze. Blaine's sexy, scratchy voice came from the opened curtain to his bedroom.
"I was just—" Kurt didn't know what to say. Blaine definitely saw him looking at his phone and there was no way for Kurt to play it off like he got them mixed up because Kurt's case was bedazzled and Blaine's was covered in Harry Potter stickers.
"It's okay, Kurt." Blaine walked into the room. He had removed his jacket and the dress shirt he was wearing so he was only in jeans and a tank top. "I'm actually kind of glad you're looking at it."
"You are glad I'm snooping at your messages."
Blaine laughed. "Yeah. Sounds kind of weird doesn't it?" He nodded at the corner of the bed and Kurt gestured for him to sit. "I guess it just makes it easier for me to be open about everything with you if you can see some things for yourself."
"So you want me to creep on your phone?" Kurt squinted at him.
Blaine reached over Kurt and grabbed it off the table. He opened it and scrolled up through Rachel's messages. "Rachel has been telling me for weeks that I shouldn't go along with this rebrand and I didn't listen to her."
He scrolled through Twitter with Kurt looking over it.
"Wow. That must be obnoxious." Blaine smiled down at the thousands of notifications.
"It's kind of cool to be able to connect with fans like this."
"Do you ever talk to them?"
"I answer some of their questions. I reply to a few direct messages each day." He frowned. "A lot of the tweets aren't actually from me. My PR chick, Santana, does those."
He clicked around and opened up the messages from Sebastian. "Here's all the messages from Sebastian from tonight alone."
Seb: I guess I shouldn't have sprung that on you ;) (pun intended) but you needed the attention drawn from Kurt.
Seb: Okay. Don't text me back I don't care. Just sleep it off you've been in a shitty mood ever since that guy showed up in your life.
Seb: Thought I would stop by and check on you. Next time you redecorate try using different furniture instead of tearing through it like a savage. It looks like you had a wild sex party up here. (If you did then good job).
Seb: You better not be at that barista's house.
Seb: Blaine Anderson, if your fine ass isn't at the brand meeting tomorrow morning at 10 am sharp you'll have to answer to Satan.
Kurt looked pityingly upon each text from Blaine's manager. Does he have to deal with this guy every day?
"What does he mean about your furniture?" Kurt questioned.
Blaine scratched the back of his head. "I got home earlier and everything felt so wrong. I kind of threw a fit and beat the crap out of everything in my living room."
Kurt just laughed. "What did they ever do to you?"
"Indirectly they unprofessionally made out with me in front of a bunch of cameras."
"Oh. Sebastian chose everything."
"Just like every other aspect of my life." Blaine bit his lip and touched Kurt's knee. "Except one." Blaine reached across Kurt again to put his phone back on the table. He lingered for a second before pulling back and standing up.
"Blaine?" Kurt's voice was unsure. It had a softness to it that made Blaine close his eyes. Hearing his voice spoken in that manner was so rare, he wanted a second to treasure it. "Maybe you should sleep in here tonight." Kurt suggested.
"I wouldn't want to get in your way. Plus, I probably smell like appletinis."
Kurt laughed, he did smell like appletinis, but it admittedly smelled pretty good. "I don't know if I can trust you around my couch. I hear you're not a fan of living room furniture."
"Hey that furniture started it. I was just using self-defense." Kurt flipped the sheets back so Blaine could sit next to him. Blaine was careful the entire way to the bed. "Are you sure this is okay?"
"You're doing that thing again. I'm not going to fly away, Blaine."
He stopped at the edge of the bed looking down at what he was wearing. "I probably shouldn't wear dirty jeans to bed." It was spoken almost like a question.
"Yeah. Maybe just take them off?" Kurt was biting his lip and blushing. "I'll look the other way."
"Or." Blaine inched one step closer so he was pressed against the side of the bed. "You could help. My hands are pretty shaky."
He held his hands in front of him and Kurt grinned. He could have performed open heart surgery with how steady they were.
Kurt scooted to the other side of the bed so he was facing Blaine. He got up on his knees so their noses were nearly touching. He reached down but hesitated inches from Blaine's zipper.
"I don't want to stop what is happening, but I just think there's a few things that should be put out in the open first." Kurt's breath caught in his throat.
"I'm clean. I just went to the doctor last week." Blaine said it so fast, Kurt was taken aback.
"That's actually not it. But I guess that's a good thing to know." He sat back on his heels. "I'm a romantic, Blaine. I know you've probably been with a few people because of your job and everything but the truth is with running the coffee shop and just… everything I haven't really had time for you know…it."
Blaine cupped Kurt's cheek and grinned at him. "So, it's been a while."
"You could say that. Twenty years." Kurt's smile was crooked and testing the waters.
Blaine paused and let his hand drop. "Kurt, you're a virgin?"
"Well it sounds bad when you put it like that."
"You should have told me." Blaine dropped his hand from Kurt's face and ran out of the room. Kurt sat on his bed confused as ever. He didn't realize virginity was that repellent. He heard rattling around in the kitchen then the sink in the bathroom turned on.
A few minutes later Blaine ran in the room holding a random mix of items. He had found some different candles which he set all around the room. He pulled out a match and lit them all carefully. Kurt smiled as Blaine ran around. After the room had been decorated to his liking he jogged over to his phone. He took it right outside and plugged it into one of the guitar amps. He scrolled to a playlist and turned the volume low. He ran his hands through his hair a few times as he walked back into Kurt's room. Kurt just looked at him with an amused expression.
"What was all that?"
"Kurt. If you were planning on honoring me with yourself like that, the least I can do is make it special."
Kurt got back on his knees and pulled Blaine toward him by the shirt. "You take my breath away, Blaine Anderson."
He let his hands slide down Blaine's body to his pants. He began unbuttoning them, taking his time. He pulled them down Blaine's thighs and Blaine got them the rest of the way off. Kurt didn't hesitate to begin tugging on the hem of Blaine's tank top, successfully pulling it over the top of his head. He leaned down and kissed his collar bone eliciting a low groan.
Blaine pressed into Kurt, scooting him back as Blaine climbed onto the bed on top of him. He smoothed his hands down Kurt's silk pajama top before lifting it off and tossing it on the chair in the corner. He let his lips trail from Kurt's neck down to his waistband.
"May I?" Blaine smiled up at him hooking a finger under the pants.
"Please." Kurt breathed.
Blaine nodded and slid Kurt's pants all the way off, chucking them in the same direction as the shirt. Blaine propped himself up on his arm so he could get a better look at Kurt, lying beneath him in a pair of burberry boxer briefs.
"I'm not the least bit surprised by this." Blaine laughed and ran his hand over Kurt's hip.
"You should talk. Red Calvin Kleins? You might as well get a rainbow flag tramp stamp." Blaine mocked offense. Kurt snaked his hands around Blaine's neck. "You sure do a lot of stalling for an alleged sex god."
"I've been called a sex god?"
"You have now." Kurt pulled Blaine down earning him a yelp followed by laughter.
They rolled around on the bed, switching positions as they kissed every part of each other's bodies.
Kurt straddled Blaine's hips and they could feel each other through the thin layers of underwear. "So how do you want to do it?" Blaine's eyelashes fluttered heavily as he looked up at Kurt on top of him.
"I don't really know." Blaine flipped Kurt so he was laying down with his legs coiled around Blaine's and Blaine resting between his hips.
"How about I lead the way so you can lay back and enjoy."
"Will you be gentle?" The lust in Blaine's eyes made Kurt a little nervous.
"I will be whatever you need me to be." Blaine leaned in and kissed Kurt's neck, nibbling in a few spots. Kurt's eyes rolled to the back of his head.
Blaine tugged Kurt's boxers down and let Kurt kick them off the bed. Blaine slipped out of his own underwear throwing them somewhere behind him.
Kurt giggled. "I'm not helping you find those tomorrow."
"As long as I'm with you, I don't even want to wear them." He ground his hips into Kurt. It caused friction between them and Kurt's giggles turned into groans.
Kurt dug his fingers into Blaine's back, pulling him in and kissing him. When kissing wasn't enough he let his tongue slip into Blaine's mouth and run along the edge of his teeth. His mouth still tasted like apple and vodka though Kurt knew he'd tried to rinse it out. It was intoxicating.
Meanwhile, Blaine's palms ran up and down Kurt's sides. He squeezed Kurt's hips a few times as he ground into him, setting the pace. He let one hand slide down the outside of Kurt's thigh, it snaked around to his upper thigh. Kurt shivered as Blaine's fingers traced patterns there.
"Ready?" Blaine broke from the kiss. Kurt's pupils were huge as he stared up at Blaine his lips pouted and swollen.
"Yes." It came in a breath. Blaine leaned down and pecked his lips before kissing down his jaw and onto his neck.
"Relax." He whispered onto Kurt's neck. Blaine pushed Kurt's thighs apart and pulled him down on the bed, so he was lying completely flat. He brought the hand that had been trailing Kurt's thigh up to his mouth and stuck two fingers between his lips. He stared into the sparkling blue of Kurt's eyes as he did and watched them roll back into his head. He pulled his fingers along his tongue then put them back between Kurt's thighs.
"One at a time." Blaine assured him feeling around before slowly easing one finger in.
Kurt gasped and dug his fingers into Blaine's back. Blaine pushed his finger in further and carefully moved it around. Kurt didn't know how to find his breath and he grabbed at Blaine.
"Easy. Just breathe." Blaine kissed Kurt's neck and trailed his tongue down to his collarbone, placing tiny kisses along it. Kurt pulled Blaine by the jaw up to his face and crashed their mouths together. With Kurt distracted by the heat between their lips, Blaine pressed another finger in.
Kurt bit down on Blaine's lip hard, nearly drawing blood. Blaine chuckled, then nipped back. He hit every part he knew Kurt would love with his fingers. He let his fingers do the work for a few minutes before actually stretching him out.
Kurt was moaning and pressing onto Blaine. Blaine kept kissing Kurt in any available location.
"I'm ready," Kurt grunted in Blaine's ear. Blaine nodded and reached over the bed, fumbling around until he reached his pants. He found the pocket and pulled a condom out. Kurt gave him a questioning look.
"Sebastian put it there before he slapped my ass earlier. At least the bastard is good for something I guess." He shrugged and handed it to Kurt. Kurt carefully ripped the corner and reached down for Blaine. He hesitated another moment before firmly grasping it.
He stroked it until Blaine was biting his lip, then he rolled the condom on.
Blaine slowly took his fingers out, pausing a moment after removing each one. Kurt moaned as each one was taken out. Blaine set himself up and holding Kurt's hand with one of his own, he thrust in.
Kurt's feet slid over the sheets. He grabbed Blaine around the waist with one of his hands and pulled him.
"Believe me you'll want me to go slow. Blaine chuckled at his eagerness.
"No please, don't take it slow. Don't take it easy on me." Kurt smiled up at Blaine and fluttered his lashes.
"That adorable face isn't going to convince me to make it so you can't walk around the coffee shop tomorrow morning." Blaine pulled back and Kurt's breath hitched.
"I don't work tomorrow. Do your worst." He leaned up to kiss Blaine but Blaine gave a short, quick thrust that sent Kurt back onto the bed moaning.
"Is that what you want?" Kurt nodded ferociously. "You want it hard?" Blaine's voice deepened. Kurt just kept nodding, his eyes closed and ready.
Blaine pulsed gently in and out. "Well too bad." He lingered above Kurt's mouth and let out a hot, apple tasting breath. "I don't usually do what I'm told." Kurt's head rolled to the side, partly to hide the aggressive blush creeping up his cheeks, partly because he was really hoping Blaine would get the message to go to his neck.
Blaine removed his hand from Kurt's and let both of them slide from Kurt's pelvis up to his jaw. He cupped it and kissed Kurt's neck. He ran his hands up into Kurt's hair and bit along his exposed skin.
Blaine changed his pace with each new song that came on. They started slow, but Kurt could tell it was a playlist designed to build. Two songs in, Kurt's limbs were heating up. His face was flushed, and his toes were curling. Once he started bucking and pressing down onto Blaine, Blaine got the hint. He wrapped a hand around Kurt's member and stroked it up and down with his thrusts.
Feeling Kurt's breath quicken and his inability to hold still was putting Blaine dangerously close to the edge. Kurt kept whispering out his name and Blaine had to distract himself. He wouldn't finish first, not on Kurt's first time. He let himself go a little harder than he had planned, hoping it wouldn't leave Kurt incapacitated tomorrow.
After a minute of Blaine holding Kurt and thrusting into him, Kurt went over. He sprayed all over Blaine and yelled out his satisfaction with a few inappropriate words. Blaine allowed himself to stop holding back and finished inside Kurt, with the last waves of Kurt's orgasm squeezing every muscle around him.
Blaine dropped his shoulders, his arms quaking under him as he held himself above Kurt. He finally looked up once he'd caught his breath and he could just about see the hearts in Kurt's eyes.
"So for your first time, what do you say? Are you going to go another 20 years before doing it again?"
"I don't think I will go another twenty minutes." Kurt knocked Blaine's arms out so he fell on top of him. "Thank you. It was amazing."
"Good. But we should really clean up and put these candles out. It's a fire hazard and it would be awkward to jump out of a burning building like this."
Kurt punched his arm and rolled off the bed.