The kiss is soft and hesitant at first. The feeling of Kurt's lips is overwhelming Blaine, and he wants to surge forward and claim him...but he resists. Sensing his uncertainty, Kurt presses his lips more firmly against Blaine, and their mouths begin to move together. Blaine gasps as Kurt moves his hands to Blaine's face, and allows his tongue to run gently over his lips. Opening a little wider in response, Blaine prays to all things holy that he is doing this right as he returns the gesture. Kurt can feel himself growing harder in his pants, and wonders how long it has been since a simple kiss has turned him on as much as this. But this isn't just a simple kiss, this is Blaine. Blaine, who he has wanted for so long. Perfect, beautiful, unattainable Blaine, who has chosen to share his first kiss with him. The very thought makes Kurt moan into the boy's mouth, and Blaine twists his hands into the back of Kurt's t-shirt as the kiss becomes more passionate and intense. Eventually Blaine breaks it off, and the two pull apart, panting for breath and fixing their clothing.

"Wow." Kurt takes in the sight of Blaine- looking utterly debauched with his swollen lips and wild hair- and grins. He makes to grab hold of him once more, but Blaine steps back.

"I..um..I'm going to hate myself for saying this, but I think we should stop."

"Too much?" Kurt asks kindly, remembering all too well what it is like to be a teenager with feelings that spiral out of control so quickly.

"No!" Blaine laughs, "God no. I want everything and more with you Kurt, trust me. I just don't think that we should be doing this now."

"I'm confused."

"You have just finished a long term relationship Kurt, and lets not forget that being with me like this, could get you fired. Lets just...take a while to figure out exactly what we both want and then decide how we go about getting it."

"But Blaine, I...I think I..."

"Shh." Blaine places his finger gently over Kurt's lips. "Not now."

Kurt rests his forehead against Blaine's and closes his eyes. "When did you get so wise?"

"I was dropped on my head when I was a baby." That breaks the moment, and they both laugh loudly. Kurt thinks to himself that there is nothing more glorious than hearing Blaine laugh, watching his eyes crinkle and mouth turn up, revealing perfectly white teeth. Well, he'd perhaps rather he was naked, and trapped helplessly underneath him, but he knows Blaine is right. They need to take this slowly.

If they can.

"Come on. Bed." Blaine says tugging Kurt inside the house.

"Now there's an offer." Kurt smiles.

"Behave."

Kurt stays in the living room while Blaine walks around turning off lights and locking doors. The house is large, and elegantly furnished. Kurt can sense that it is a happy home, though he does wonder whether Blaine gets lonely, staying in a house of this size all on his own. He wanders over to look at the collection of photos on the dresser. Suddenly Blaine's arms circle him from behind, causing him to startle before relaxing against his chest.

"Is this you and your brother?" Kurt asks, holding a picture of a dark haired toddler in the arms of a teenaged graduate.

"Yeah. That's when he graduated from Dalton Academy."

"He went to Dalton? Wow. How come you didn't?"

"My dad paid his tuition. He left us about two months after that picture was taken. My mom couldn't afford the fees by herself. Things were quite rough for a while, then she went back to college, got her degree and got a really good job."

"You sound proud of her."

"I am. She's worked hard to get where she is. That's her," Blaine says pointing to another photo. Kurt sees a woman with an unruly mass of dark curls squinting into the sunlight and smiling as she holds a tiny baby in her arms.

"You were a cute baby."

"Thank you."

"And you've grown into one hot adult." Kurt says, turning in his arms and trying to capture his lips in a kiss.

"Stop it, or I won't be held responsible for my actions." Blaine teases with a grin.

"Really? Well in that case I don't think I want to stop."

Blaine groans and allows himself to be pulled into another kiss. This one however, is searing in it's passion and intensity and it isn't long before their tongues are winding together as Blaine's fingers pull on Kurt's hair sharply. Kurt breaks the kiss and moves his lips to Blaine's jaw instead, kissing a trail down towards his neck, where he scrapes his teeth and sucks on his pulse point while Blaine whimpers above him. It is only when they both stumble backwards and hit the dresser, that Kurt comes to his senses.

"Shit Blaine. I'm sorry. Really sorry."

"It's ok." Blaine looks embarrassed as he rearranges the front of his pants and bites hard on his lip as his hand accidently grazes over his achingly hard cock.

"No, it's not ok. You're right. We shouldn't be doing this."

"Let's just get some sleep, shall we?" Blaine asks, cheeks still red as he leads Kurt upstairs. He shows Kurt to his room, and takes some pyjamas from his drawer for Kurt to wear.

"Um...so there's a bathroom there," Blaine points to another door in the room, "And I'll just get my stuff together then I'll leave you to it. I'm only next door if you need me." He collects his pyjamas and some toiletries and walks towards Kurt, who is stood silently in the middle of the room. "You ok?"

"Yeah," Kurt smiles softly, "Thank you, Blaine. For tonight...well...for everything really."

"It's nothing. Really. Goodnight Kurt." Blaine tilts his face up and kisses Kurt softly, chastely on the lips. Even so, the spark of arousal ignites once more and Blaine has to step backwards quickly.

"You can stay in here, with me if you want." Kurt states, somewhat boldly for a man who has just been trying to cool things down.

"Erm...no. I can't."

"We can keep it platonic."

Blaine arches an eyebrow at him. "Trust me Kurt. I have never in my life felt as horny as I do right now. If I get in that bed with you, bad things will happen. Or really good things, depending on how you look at it. But seriously, I can't."

Kurt laughs. "Ok. But just kiss me once more before you leave." He cups Blaine's face gently and they kiss again. Kurt thinks he could get used to this. For someone who has never been kissed, Blaine seems to have a remarkable talent. He finds himself wondering if Blaine is talented in other areas.

"I really have to go now." Blaine says hurriedly as he pulls away. "I need to go shower before I embarrass myself. 'Night." he calls as he practically sprints to his room.

Laughing softly, Kurt changes into the pyjama pants and lies back on Blaine's bed. He quickly climbs under the covers and inhales deeply. The sheets smell of laundry detergent, Blaine's cologne and something else. Something that is uniquely him, a scent that Kurt also inhaled as he kissed his way down Blaine's neck. Trying desperately to keep his thoughts pure, Kurt nuzzles further into the pillows and curls up on his side. Flicking off the light, his mind instantly brings forth the vision of Blaine singing softly to him in the moonlight. He smiles in the blackness as he marvels at how truly sublime this young man is. Wonderful, magnificent, glorious, beautiful, and all the other adjectives Kurt could possibly ever think of to describe such radiance could never be enough to describe Blaine. How can he be so wise, so mature one minute, then shaking with nerves and anticipation at the thought of a kiss the next? He's the devil in disguise, Kurt thinks to himself. Wide eyed innocence and outright sexiness combine to make him the most alluring and beguiling man Kurt has ever met.

And he wants- so badly- for him to be his.

Kurt closes his eyes and tries once more to control his thoughts. All his efforts are in vain though, as he hears the sound of water running. Realizing that Blaine's bathroom must back onto his, he groans in the darkness as he imagines Blaine standing naked under the shower spray. Now fully, achingly hard, he cannot stop the mental images from forming in his mind. Blaine, rubbing shower gel all over his toned chest, hands slowly inching lower before taking his hard cock in hand and stroking slowly. Oh, what Kurt wouldn't give to be on his knees in that shower stall right now. He could tease, stroke and suck the boy to a hot, quivering orgasm before he fell to the floor and wrapped those sinfully full, pink lips around Kurt and returned the favour.

Kurt bites hard on his fist to keep from touching himself. He can't do this. Not here, in Blaine's bed with him just next door. Although, then the thought springs to mind that Blaine has probably done exactly that, many times, in this very bed. Oh shit.

Mercifully the water stops, the house falls silent once again and Kurt tries to sleep. He hears the creak of bedsprings as Blaine gets into the bed, and mentally congratulates himself on resolutely not thinking about Blaine wrapped only in a towel, water dripping from his young, toned, fit body.

Oh.

He rolls onto his back with a sigh, and prepares himself for a long night of staring at the ceiling when he hears it. It's soft at first, but the sound becomes clearer as Kurt pushes further up the bed towards the wall. A muffled moan followed by;

"Fuck."

Kurt sits bolt upright, listening intently. Then he hears again;

"Holy shit...fuck me Kurt, fuck me hard."

Kurt? Was that...did he just...? Oh God. All thoughts of impropriety fly out the window as Kurt fumbles to untie the drawstring on the pants and push them to his ankles. Finally, he can deny himself no longer as he takes his long hard cock in his hand and begins to stroke frantically.

"Shit." He hisses as his pace builds rapidly. It's too dry, and too fast but he desperately needs release. He can already feel his orgasm approaching, and tries to stave it off as he listens. He slows his strokes and presses his face into the wall to be rewarded.

"Jesus. Oh! Oh! Fuck...Kurt!"

Hearing Blaine come as he calls out his name does it for Kurt. A couple more strokes and he's coming hard and fast over his hand and trying desperately not to shout Blaine's name. He grabs a wad of tissues from the nightstand to clean up as best he can before collapsing back into the bed. That much needed orgasm has drained him thoroughly. He'll worry about how to look Blaine in the eye in the morning. Right now, he needs sleep. And, with a huge grin playing across his face, it's not long before he's dreaming deeply.

On the other side of the wall, Blaine smiles happily as he closes his eyes. Hearing Kurt not just saying but outright yelling his name as he came, has to be one of the hottest things ever, he thinks, as sleep claims him.

Blaine knocks softly but gets no response. "Hello?" he calls hesitantly before pushing the door open. There, curled on his side and sound asleep lies Kurt. The blankets are wrapped tightly around him so only his face is visible. He looks serene, peaceful, and above all, happy. Blaine takes a moment to just stare and wonder at his beauty, then has a small internal panic at the thought of Kurt waking and finding him watching. Clearing his throat nervously, he tries again.

"Kurt? We really need to get up now. I'm assuming you want to stop by your place to get changed before school."

Kurt's eyes flutter open and he immediately looks at Blaine and grins.

"Good morning beautiful. Did you sleep well?"

"Uh...yeah." Blaine rubs the back of his neck as he recalls why he slept so deeply. "I..um...I was quite tired so...Oh! No shirt. Would you look at that."

Blaine's cheeks flare as Kurt kicks off the covers and stretches like a cat on the bed. He wants to look away, really, he does. But he can't. He takes in the sight of Kurt's gloriously pale, lily white skin stretching over taut muscles. His torso is defined. He's not well built, but lean, toned and utterly perfect.

"Cuddle?" Kurt asks, reaching out towards Blaine.

"Nooooo," Blaine responds hurriedly, walking backwards towards the door. He trips over a chair and almost headbutts the door frame before stumbling out onto the landing. "I've got to get ready. I'll see you downstairs." he calls before Kurt hears his door slam shut.

Disappointed, Kurt gets out of bed and heads for the shower. It is only once he is stood under the almost scalding water, that it hits him. He's at it again, isn't he? That's why he ran so fast. The thought of Blaine masturbating brings back all the memories from the night before, and before long Kurt is decorating the shower wall with his come.

Arriving downstairs, he finds Blaine in the kitchen, a pile of French Toast and a plate of fresh fruit set out on the counter next to two mugs of coffee.

"You made me breakfast?" Kurt asks smiling.

"It's not much."

"It's perfect. Thank you." Kurt takes a piece of the toast and sits at the table. "So. Last night."

Blaine almost squeaks, and busies himself putting plates in the dishwasher, completely unable to look at Kurt.

"Blaine?"

"Mmm?" he replies as he vigorously wipes down every inch of available counter he can find.

"Blaine. Stop with that and come here."

"Can't. I don't like leaving a dirty house before school. I have..."

"Blaine. It's spotless. Now sit down, get something to eat before I finish the whole lot, and talk to me."

Blaine knows he is beaten. Sighing, he collects his coffee and some toast and sits opposite Kurt.

"Why are you freaking out?" Kurt asks softly. "Do you regret what happened?"

Blaine looks up in shock. Kurt looks nervous, fragile, as if he really might fall apart if Blaine responds in the affirmative.

"No! Kurt, honestly, really. No. Please don't think that. I...it was...well I don't think there will ever be enough words to describe how amazing it was to kiss you at last. You are all I've thought about since that day in the park, and that was two months ago. It feels like an eternity, given how much has gone on since. I just...I'm a bit worried I guess."

"About what?" Kurt says, reaching for Blaine's hand.

"This!" Blaine cries, pulling his hand away from Kurt quickly. "Everytime you touch me, or look at me I just...I just want more, Kurt. It's like that kiss opened a floodgate for me, and now I can't get enough. I'm not even supposed to be kissing you, much less anything else. I'm worried about so much. I'm worried about whether I will be able to look at you in school without the whole world knowing that we made out on my front porch. I'm scared that we will rush into some frenzied, secret affair and then a couple of months down the line you'll realize I was a mistake and go back to Richard. I'm worried I won't be enough for you Kurt. I don't want to let you down."

Kurt stands and pulls Blaine into his arms. He holds him tightly. He can feel Blaine's heart beating wildly in his chest, and strokes the small of his back soothingly until he calms.

"Blaine, you could never let me down. And please, don't ever worry that you won't be enough for me. I may be older, and more experienced, but you weren't the only one who was horny as hell last night. No one has ever made me weak at the knees from one kiss. I don't want a hurried secret fling with you Blaine. I want you. I will wait until you graduate if you'd rather."

"No."

"If we decide to do this though, you do realize no one can know, right?"

Blaine nods resignedly.

"Listen. You were right last night. We do need to take this slow. Baby steps, ok? I need to sort my life out, and find somewhere to live, and you need to be concentrating on schoolwork and college applications. We can carry on going for coffee, spend a bit more time together and...I don't know. See where our feelings take us I guess."

Blaine moans. "But how am I supposed to do that though? I can't stop..." he trails off, suddenly shy.

"Thinking about me?" Kurt asks, leaning back to look at him and quirking an eyebrow. "Yeah I know." He pulls Blaine towards him and whispers in his ear "You sound hot when you come."

Blaine chokes on nothing as he turns beet red. "I...shit. I...well...well you shouldn't have...I...oh fuck." he looks at Kurt, now standing with his arms folded and grinning at him smugly. Taking a deep breath, he looks Kurt in the eye. "Well so do you, you know."

"What?!" Kurt shrieks as his own face flares red. "I was very quiet!" he huffs indignantly.

"You were not! Holy shit, you could have been sat next to me it was that loud. Oh Jesus. Now I'm thinking about...stop it Blaine. Stop it."

"Yeah, stop it you horny bastard and kiss me instead." Kurt says, pulling Blaine swiftly towards him and crashing their lips together.

Some animalistic instinct takes over Blaine, and he finds himself backing Kurt into the counter, lips still locked together. He pushes himself into Kurt's crotch, and is startled to find Kurt is as hard as he is. Moaning at the feel of their clothed cocks pushed together like this, Blaine tries to store all these mental images up. This is hotter than the videos he's watched any day. He suddenly finds himself running his hands up under Kurt's shirt, desperate to feel that perfect, pale skin under his hands. It is smooth and soft, and Blaine cannot help but wonder what it would be like to bite it, to see dark red and purple hickeys standing out against the whiteness.

Kurt lifts a leg and wraps it around Blaine's waist as their kissing becomes more heated. Tongues dancing together and teeth nipping at lips, he is praying that Blaine won't stop. He's pretty sure he could come from the glorious way in which Blaine is rubbing his cock against his, and he really couldn't give a damn if they're late to school because of it. But it happens, of course. Something snaps Blaine back to reality, and he's pulling away, apologizing profusely and muttering something about Kurt being too damn sexy.

"Blaine, it's ok. Let's just go. We clearly can't be trusted alone right now, so let's get to school as quick as we can."

"Did you want me to come in with you?" Blaine asks as they pull up outside Kurt's house.

"No it's ok. Richard's car is gone, he'll be at work. I'll just get changed quickly and meet you at school. Besides, it's probably better if we don't arrive at exactly the same time.

"You're right." Blaine says, though his heart pangs as he finds himself wishing he could walk down the hallway holding Kurt's hand. "Did you want to stay tonight?" he asks warily.

"No. Well, I mean yes, but that will involve you being naked and in all sorts of compromising positions so it's probably best I don't. I'll just stay with my dad instead and watch The Aristocats for the millionth time." he sighs.

"Now there's a thought."

"What, me watching The Aristocats? You are filthy boy, filthy." Kurt grins at him.

Blaine laughs. "Well you're my teacher."

There is a contented silence as they hold hands and smile shyly at each other, suddenly unsure of how to say goodbye.

"Can I...Can I get your number?" Blaine suddenly blurts. He's pretty sure Kurt will agree, but he still feels nervous as hell. It's the first time he's ever asked another guy for his number. Unless you count the guys in Glee, which Blaine most certainly doesn't.

"Of course. But know that if you do, I expect continuous texts, ok?" Kurt asks as he types his number into Blaine's phone.

"Ok." Blaine says grinning like a lovesick puppy.

"Both of the appropriate and inappropriate variety."

Blaine laughs. "Ok. Now go or this car will get steamy. I'll see you at school." He kisses Kurt swiftly before he steps from the car. Face aching from smiling so much, Blaine starts the engine and drives away.