I want to make people happy, so I'm updating more frequently than is good for my homework/chores/skincare routine. Screw everything; write fanfic. I love each and every person who reads this, and reviews are love.

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Kurt and Blaine rush out of the small room, and Kurt simply follows Blaine wherever he goes, considering Kurt has no idea where they are or how to get out. There are no stairs, but a lot of winding hallways before they enter a sort of foyer. The butler guy is there, and Blaine mutters a quick, "Call everything off," before dragging Kurt towards the door hungrily. Blaine's car is not actually as far from the building as Kurt would have thought. I guess it just seemed like farther when I was desperately wondering where the fuck I was, huh? Kurt thinks. They make their way through to dark, cool night, and are in the car before either of them says anything. Both of their cheeks are flushed, their breaths coming in pants, their eyes glazed over with want.

"So," Blaine says, a flirty smile taking over his face. Kurt smiles back, good-natured but stern. "I'm not doing this here, Blaine," he says like a patient parent speaking to a toddler. "Drive." Blaine whines and leans in to kiss him, and Kurt kisses back for a second before pulling away. "Drive," he repeats, adding a strangled "please." Blaine complies, looking forward and driving far faster than he should be. After about thirty seconds, they are on a main road, and Blaine slows down and chances a look at Kurt.

"So…" says Blaine, his amazingly sexy smile never leaving, his eyes turning dark with a mischievous glint, "your place or mine?" he winks at Kurt, and Kurt can't take it anymore. "I honestly don't give a fuck, Blaine, just take me to the nearest building with a bed." Blaine quite enjoys seeing Kurt like this, but he realizes that he would much rather enjoy Kurt on top of him, so he gets a little more serious. "Your house, then," he states simply, and Kurt simply nods and crosses his legs. They've been driving for about five minutes before Kurt absolutely needs to think about anything but ravishing his boyfriend.

"Where were we? I mean, what was that place?" he asks, honestly curious. Blaine tenses up a little bit, but lets out a sigh and answers anyway. "Would you find it terribly snooty if I said it was my parents' summer home?" Blaine's voice is full of nerves, seeking for approval, as if he expects his words to offend Kurt. Kurt simply lets out a short, disbelieving laugh and answers incredulously, "Your parents have more than one house?"

Blaine lets out a relieved and amused sigh and replies, "Yeah. I think they have one for every season, one in Paris, London, Venice, Buenos Aires, a couple scattered through Asia and Africa and-" Blaine cuts off, looking self-conscious. Kurt starts to giggle uncontrollably and looks at Blaine. "Blaine-I-what? Just-just give me an estimate. How many houses does your family own…to the nearest multiple of five?" Blaine takes a minute to think about it and let Kurt calm down before answering, "…Thirty? Maybe more. I don't know; I've only been to six or seven of them in person."

Kurt tries to keep a straight face; Blaine knows he should be offended, but he can only be grateful that Kurt isn't ashamed or freaked out by his family's money. "Which ones, may I ask?" Kurt says, still suppressing fits of giggles.

Blaine looks at Kurt like he's crazy, and answers calmly, "Well, I've been to the winter house, the summer house, the spring house, and a couple of the ones in Europe. Never the autumn house, though...my parents always used to go to the autumn house by themselves and leave me in the winter house with the maid. They'd visit occasionally, but I was essentially living alone for one fourth of my childhood."

Kurt reaches over, grabbing Blaine's right hand comfortingly (not thinking about the fact that he should be scolding Blaine for driving with one hand) and looks down at his lap, the action reminding him why he started this conversation. He barks out a dark, bitter laugh at the turn it's taken and the fact that he is in no way aroused any more. We can fix that in half a second, he thinks dirtily as Blaine pulls into his driveway. Kurt looks up at him and smiles sympathetically as Blaine gives him a knowing look. They climb out of the car and attach at the hands- that is, until they get inside the door.

"Kurt, wh-" Blaine is cut off, not unpleasantly, by Kurt's lips crashing into his, Blaine's body being crushed into the door by Kurt's, neither of them caring about anything but each other. Kurt manages to break off of Blaine's lips- and everything else- long enough to unceremoniously drag him to the basement and over to Kurt's bed. Neither of them say anything as they haphazardly tear each other's shirts, shoes and socks off, leaving the pants for later and climbing on top of each other. The whole scene, to an onlooker, might seem extremely awkward and nervous, but Kurt and Blaine aren't thinking about anything except touching each other. They rock their hips in an erratic rhythm, in perfect harmony with each other. Guttural moans escape both of their mouths as they try to get as much physical contact as possible. Blaine somehow manages to pull away for half a second and calm down enough to talk. "Kurt. Wait."

Kurt looks up at him, confused. "What?" he asks, breathless. Blaine pulls both of them into a sitting position and rubs his hand up Kurt's thigh as if reminding himself why he needs to talk. "Where is your family? I don't want to get too…into this, only to be interrupted." Kurt looks relieved that that's all, and laughs lightly. "Dad and Carole are having date night and Finn is sleeping at Puck's. Now come here and kiss me." Blaine obliges, and the two of them quickly resume their activities. Kurt thrusts down into Blaine and is met with an equal reaction. A moan comes from one of them, but Kurt doesn't even care enough to wonder which mouth made the noise. He's caught up in the feeling, the warmth, the ecstasy, the- "Kurt!"

Kurt groans, pulling himself out of the heat of the moment once again to look at Blaine. He can't bring himself to say anything, so he just looks at Blaine with a look of askance and annoyance and lust rolled into one. "Do you really want to do this with our pants on?" Blaine asks, empathetic of how Kurt is feeling right now, but thinking a lot more clearly. Kurt doesn't say anything, but turns his attention to Blaine's zipper, working at it for a full minute before he can manage to get his hands to stop shaking from utter impatience. He finally gets Blaine's pants all the way off and Blaine does likewise to Kurt. It's at this point that Kurt's brain kicks into overdrive as he realizes that he has no fucking idea what he's doing. His eyes rake over Blaine's mostly naked body, and he tried not to look too much like a deer in headlights. Kurt, he mentally admonishes himself, why would you jump into this without discussing it first? Baby fucking penguin, remember? Kurt remembers a little from the pamphlets Burt gave him, but in the heat of the moment, it seems cold and just plain stupid that somebody would think that they could put this, this feeling, this moment, into words and print it on paper for "Confused Gay Teens."

Kurt brings himself back to reality, looking Blaine over one more time before leaning forward and tentatively pressing his lips to Blaine's. Blaine seems surprised at the shyness of the touch, apparently having thought that Kurt would move straight to the heated part. Kurt, however, is just trying to make sure he doesn't royally fuck this up. He keeps kissing Blaine, gradually deepening the kiss until Blaine is almost on top of him. Blaine's lips are dry and warm, their tongues are moving flawlessly with each other, Kurt's hands are in Blaine's hair and Blaine's hands are everywhere all at once: on Kurt's face, on Kurt's chest, holding Kurt's arms, on Kurt's hips, and- oh. There is definitely a hand in Kurt's underpants. It's moving back and forth and Kurt just lets the sensation take over, ignoring everything but the feeling and the obscene noises coming from Blaine's mouth.

It isn't long before Kurt is exploding, whispering Blaine's name as he comes down from his high. He pulls himself back up from his position on the bed and looks at the bulge in Blaine's boxers. "Let me…" Kurt trails off, because he hasn't the slightest idea what he would do, all he knows is he wants Blaine to feel how he just felt. He reaches for Blaine's waistband, but Blaine catches his wrists and nudges Kurt's chin up so they're looking into each other's eyes. Blaine's are full of sincerity, love, and a very small amount of want. "You don't have to, Kurt, if you're not…ready. I just want everything to be about you." Kurt laughs nervously. "You should know…it's a bit too late for this to be a warning…but just for future reference...that is a completely unrealistic expectation. I'll never allow anything in this relationship to be all about me. That's what the rest of life is for, but not with you." Blaine chuckles, and Kurt smiles.

"Alright, then," Blaine says, mildly amused, "you win. I really wouldn't have put up that much of a fight, you know. I just wanted to make sure…that you're okay with this." Kurt gives Blaine what he hopes is a reassuring look and says, "Oh, I am so okay with this." And with that, they're horizontal again, rubbing against each other in every sense of the word, Blaine letting out the most beautiful noises Kurt has ever heard. Kurt reaches down to stroke Blaine, and Blaine loses it. "Kurt, Kurt, Kurt, oh my God, Kurt!" he calls out as he climaxes after not very long. Blaine collapses on the bed and Kurt leans over and kisses him sweetly. "I love you, Blaine." Blaine wraps his arms around Kurt's torso, pulls him as close as he can possibly get, and murmurs into his neck, "Forever and ever," before they both fall asleep.

So, you know how I said I don't do smut?

Apparently I do smut. Who would've thought? Anyways, changing the rating. Reviews would be nice. Also, did anybody see last night's episode? I died.

Have a nice day!