Hey everyone! Thanks so much for reading my first chapter, and those who followed & favorited this story! This is my first fic, and I'm extremely nervous. Anywho, I hope you all like this chapter. WARNING, it's smutty. I mean, I attempted to write smut, so I hope it's good enough :D Reviews and rates would be greatly appreciated :) Also, sorry it took me a few days to get this second chapter posted. I've been so overwhelmed with schoolwork. Exams are next week and my teachers are insane. Anyways, please enjoy :) Much love to you all!

I pulled into Kurt's driveway and shut off the car, but I didn't get out. I didn't look at Kurt, or anything really. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply. I felt Kurt squeeze my thigh lightly, encouraging me to get out. "You're okay, Blaine. My dad's a nice guy. I already called and confirmed that you can stay. He likes you." I looked up at Kurt and nodded. "I know that."

"Then what's the problem?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

"I don't want him to know about my dad…It's not that I don't trust him or anything, I-I just rather not talk about it," I explained, wincing a little when Kurt lowered his hand on my leg. He didn't know it, but he accidentally squeezed a bruise I'd received the other day. I was still extremely sore. Kurt noticed me flinch, and he pulled away his hand. "I'm so sorry, you're hurt there, aren't you?" he whispered, talking fast. I nodded and leaned over in my seat to kiss his cheek. "It's fine, love. I'm fine. Thank you."

I smiled at Blaine and got out of the car, knowing he'd follow. I walked around to his side of the car to hold his hand. He squeezed firmly as we walked into my house. "Dad?" I called out. I pulled Blaine into the living room. I didn't see any sign of dad. I pulled him towards the kitchen, "Carol?" I yelled a little louder. Still no answer. "Wow, where the hell are they?" I asked, turning to Blaine. He shrugged as I pulled him towards the stairs, calling up them. "Finn? Anybody?" Again, no response. "They didn't tell me they were gonna be home late," I said a little annoyed, pulling out my phone to call my dad. "And where the hell is Finn? We just saw him at Glee." I rolled my eyes, waiting on my dad to answer.

"Hello?"

"Hey, dad. Um, Blaine and I just got home, and nobody's here…"

"Mhm," he hummed lazily into the phone.

"Why?" I asked, dropping Blaine's hand and placing my hand on my hip.

"Look, son. Get Blaine settled in, Carol and I are at dinner. Surprise date night. Order yourselves some pizza, and—wait where's Finn?"

"I don't know," I shrugged, knowing he couldn't see me. "Anyways, I'll order food and Blaine and I will unpack his things. Is the guest room set up, or is there still boxes all over the place?"

"Shit, I forgot about them. Sorry, kiddo. He's gonna have to stay in your room until we can get him a room of his own set up. But just…be careful," he whispered to me.

"Bye dad," I said, blushing and hanging up.

"Looks like we'll be sharing my room for a while, " I said, smiling at Blaine.

"Your dad's okay with that?' Blaine laughed, smiling and wrapping his arms around my waist to pull me closer.

"Apparently. It was his idea," I laughed, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Well this makes everything more exciting," he said, smirking at me. I rolled my eyes and pecked his lips before grabbing his hand again to pull him up to my room.

I eagerly followed Kurt up the stairs closely. I couldn't help but stare at his ass a little bit. I mean, come on. It was perfect. Not being able to control myself, I reached up and pinched his ass lightly, causing him to look back at me and laugh, running up faster. I chased him to his room, grabbing him by the waist right outside of his room. I pulled him close, hugging him from behind. "Gotcha," I whispered, burying my face in his neck, breathing in deeply."Blaine, let me go. My room's like two steps away," he giggled, trying not to give in to me. I moved my hands up and down his sides gently, kissing his neck softly. He sighed, tilting his head back to give me more room. Knowing that I had him exactly where I wanted him, I started to tickle his sides. "Blaine!" he yelped, trying to jerk away from me, "S-stop you a-asshole," he said, gasping for air and laughing hard. I loosened my grip on his body and he wiggled away from me, opening his door quickly. He tried to close it before I could get in, but I stuck my foot out to keep it from closing. I pushed the door open, watching him back up a little.

"Hello," I whispered, still giggling. "Hey there, gorgeous," he said, stepping closer to me. We stared at each other for a good ten seconds, smiling like fools, until he brought a hand to my face, pulling it to his, kissing me slowly. He pulled away, but his lips lingered against mine as he whispered, "Guess what?" he said, his lips brushing against mine in the sweetest way. "What, honey?" I said sweetly, pulling back completely, knowing that he was trying to tease me. "I forgot all of my stuff down stairs," he said, squeezing my waist quickly before running out of my room, laughing as he bounded down the stairs. I rolled my eyes and chuckled lightly, walking over to my dresser to pull out some pajamas.

I was bent over, searching through the very bottom drawer for my favorite silky blue pants. I didn't even know that Blaine had returned to my room until he came up behind me and slapped my ass. I stood straight up quickly, spinning around to be greeted by his innocent face. "What a gentleman," I said sarcastically, forgetting all about my clothes. "Hey, it's your fault. You were bent over like that, and you know how much I adore your ass," he said, smiling seductively yet sweet at the same time. I stepped closer to him, trailing a finger down his chest teasingly, "You're so cute," I said, batting my eyelashes innocently, watching him blink hard.

I was trying my hardest to ignore the fact that Kurt was starting to turn me on. I forced myself away from him, walking over to my bags that I had dropped by his door. I started shuffling through the bags, looking for nothing in particular. I just needed to calm myself down. "Come here and cuddle with me, Blainey. We haven't cuddled in a while," I heard Kurt say in the most adorable voice. I reluctantly turned around, finding him lying on his bed, waiting for me to join him. I smiled, climbing next to him, lying on my side to face him. "Why're you so damn cute?" I said, kissing the tip of his nose, causing him to giggle. "And damn, your laugh. Your giggle. You're just irresistible." I said, resting a hand on his hip. He grabbed my other hand, lacing our fingers together. "You're pretty cute yourself," he said, winking at me before kissing my forehead.

"I love you, Kurt. You're so beautiful," I said, staring into his piercing blue eyes, stroking the back of his hand with my thumb. "I love you too, Blaine. You're gorgeous." I could feel myself blush, though I'm used to receiving compliments from him. I leaned in and started kissing him passionately, closing my eyes tightly. He ran his hand through the back of my hair, kissing back hard. I wouldn't tell him this, but it hurt. My dad had knocked me backwards into his desk the other night, causing me to fall and hit my head hard on the corner of it. I ignored the pain and deepened the kiss, licking across his bottom lip.

I was trying to control my movements as best as I could, afraid that I'd hurt Blaine if I touched him. I noticed Blaine wince when I applied a little pressure to the back of his head, so I pulled my hand around to cup Blaine's cheek with my hand, my other laying against his chest. I opened my mouth to allow his tongue to enter. I gasped into his mouth while his tongue explored mine. I moaned when I felt his tongue slide against mine, and I pulled away hesitantly. "Blaine…" I whispered, staring at his hazel eyes. He smirked and rolled us over so that I was lying on my back, with him hovering over me. He kissed me hard, but slow on the mouth before quickly pulling away and latching onto my neck. "Blaine, holy shit," I hissed, clutching the sheets beneath me. He smirked against my neck and started sucking hard, causing me to moan. He moved my legs apart gently with his hands, settling in between them. He gripped my hips carefully, but firm. He started licking over the now red skin on my neck.

I was really enjoying myself, slowly turning Kurt into a mess, writhing beneath me. I noticed that he gripped the sheets, not wanting to accidentally hurt me. After licking over the skin I'd bruised on his neck, I kissed my way up to his jaw, planting a few kisses there before pulling away to look into Kurt's piercing blue eyes. "I love you, Kurt," I whispered, smiling down at him. "I-I love you too, Blaine," he said quickly before grabbing my face and pulling it down to his, kissing me roughly. I started to get into it again, and he pulled away. I groaned, but listened to what he had to say. "Blaine, as much as I love this, love you, we need to stop. My family will be home soon, and you're still not unpacked," he said, kissing me once more before waiting on me to climb off of him. I nodded and pulled myself off of him, then holding my hand out to help him up. Really, I just wanted an excuse to touch him again.

I helped Blaine unpack his things, cleaning out a few of my drawers for him to use them, and making room in my closet forhim as well. It took about an hour or so to hang things up properly. I turned to him, forgetting that we were supposed to have dinner. "Shit, Blaine. I forgot to order pizza." "I guess we got a little distracted," he said, whispering in my ear, placing soft kisses on my temple. "Seems like we did," I laughed, walking away from him and out of my room. I knew he was following me, but I didn't expect him to suddenly run past me, slapping my ass and all but flying down the stairs. At the bottom of the staircase, he looked up at me and winked before running away to the living room. I shook my head, blushing and running after him. "Blaine Devon Anderson, what the hell?" I called out, chasing him into the kitchen, trying not to laugh.

"Hey, the middle name was completely unnecessary," he said, pointing at me from across the room. I laughed again, "I think it's adorable." He shook his head, walking up to me and wrapping his arms around my waist. "I think you're adorable," he said with a dorky smile. "You're such a dork," I said, trying to pretend like my body wasn't on fire just from his hands on me. "I'm your dork?" he said, tilting his head as if he were asking it rather than stating it. I nodded and wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him quickly. "You are. Now, I really gotta order our dinner." I said, pulling away and walking to the counter for the phone. I had my back towards Blaine, looking up the number in the phone book.

I watched Kurt as he dialed the number, still turned away from me. I couldn't help but stare at his amazing ass, smiling to myself. "Mine." I thought to myself, walking up behind him and wrapping my arms around his waist, resting my chin on his shoulder. He squirmed a little, being composed as possible with the guy over the phone. I slid my hands under his shirt, sliding them up and down his sides. He tried to wiggle away from me, but I dropped my hands to his hips and kept him from leaving me. He turned around in my grip, raising an eyebrow at me, still on the phone. I kissed against his neck, trying to drive him crazy until he hung up the phone. As soon as he did, his eyes darkened, and I could tell that I had won. Without saying a word, he grabbed my hand and drug me up the stairs. He pulled me into his room and slammed the door, pushing me against it. I stared at him with wide eyes, loving where this was going.

"Pizza will be here in thirty minutes. We have thirty minutes," I said before kissing me roughly, my hands exploring his clothed body. His hands immediately flew to my back, rubbing up and down. I smirked and pretty much shoved my tongue down his throat. I slid my hands under his shirt, rubbing across his abs. He kissed back with great force and slid his hands slowly down to my ass, gripping tightly. Blaine took me by surprise and started pushing me back to my bed. He gently pushed me onto it, not breaking out kiss. He pushed me all the way back until my head was resting against my pillows. He straddled my body, sliding his hands under my shirt slightly, enough to grip my hips.

"God, Kurt. Your hips, damn," he said before crashing our lips together again, stroking my bare hips with his thumbs. I leaned up enough, allowing him to lift my shirt over my head. I laid back down, laughing. "What about my hips?" "I love them," he shrugged, bending down to kiss me again. I laughed against his lips, kissing him hard while his hands explored my bare torso. He eventually started playing with the waistband of my jeans, dominating my mouth with his tongue. I un-tucked his shirt and pulled it up. We broke our kiss long enough for me to take his shirt all the way off. I suddenly stopped what I was doing when I saw the bruises. He had bruises all over his stomach, and one large one in the middle of his chest.

"Blaine, oh my god," I whispered, gently touching them. "Don't mind them, Kurt. I'm fine. Just…I want this. Please?" He asked me, giving me his infamous puppy dog face. He leaned in and kissed me roughly, encouraging me to continue. I stared at him for a second when he broke the kiss. In just a few seconds, my hands were touching every inch of bare skin that was displayed in front of me, while Blaine kissed me more. He broke away, leaving kisses along my jaw. I gasped for air, running my hands all over his back. His hands had wondered back to their previous position at the waistband of my jeans. He kissed his way down my neck, sucking hard where my collar bone and neck meet. He brought one hand up to explore my chest, his fingers accidentally brushing one of my nipples. I made a desperate little squeal at the touch. He smirked and continued to kiss his way down my chest. He stopped and swirled his tongue around my nipple, then started sucking. He was currently trailing his fingers over my jean-clad thighs, coming really close to my crotch, and I felt my cock twitch in anticipation.

I sucked once more on his nipple, hard. I felt Kurt drag his nails down my back, scratching me. The sting made the intensity of the situation increase, and I pulled away, moaning and screaming at the same time. I brought one of my hands to the button of his jeans, the other to the zipper, looking at him. "Please," he whimpered, reaching out to touch my chest. I nodded and pulled his jeans off of him, leaving him in nothing but his tight navy blue boxers. I smirked when I saw the bulge in front of me. I trailed my fingers along the insides of his thighs, slowly moving up towards his crotch. When I was less than an inch away from his cock, I removed my hand, watching him groan in protest. I chuckled lightly, staring at his eyes, which were dark with lust. I moved up to straddle his waist, bending down to kiss him again. He reached over and palmed my cock through my jeans, causing me to jump in surprise, emitting a soft moan.

"Take them off," he said, staring at my jeans, stroking my thigh. I did exactly what he wanted. Then we were both in our boxers. I don't know why, but I was somewhat embarrassed at the tent in my underwear. I blushed slightly, looking up at Kurt for approval. He smiled and reached out to brush his fingers over my covered cock. I shivered, and leaned down to kiss his chest again. I made sure to pay extra attention to his nipples again, knowing he loved it. Then, I licked a straight line from the middle of his chest, down to his belly button. I kissed my way down from there to the waist band of his boxers, licking across them. I dipped my thumbs under the material, moving them down an inch. "Can I?" I asked, looking up at him. He nodded, and I slowly pulled them down and over his erection, then down his legs. I tossed them somewhere in the room, staring at his cock. I looked up and saw him blushing. I reached out and touched it gently, staring at him. "You're beautiful Kurt. You're perfect." I said. "Thank you," he whispered, blushing harder. I smiled and started stroking his cock gently. "Tell me if you want to stop, gorgeous," I whispered, watching Kurt come undone beneath me. "Don't stop," he whispered, nodding his head. I bent down and pecked his lips, gripping his hard cock a little tighter, pumping it slowly.

"Shit, Blaine," I moaned. Feeling Blaine's hand on my cock like that was phenomenal. He was kissing my neck some more, leaving numerous amounts of hickeys that I'd have to cover up later. I could feel him smirk against my skin, starting to pump faster. This was our first time together, but I knew what it felt like when I was getting close. Honestly, Blaine's hand felt so much better than my own, and I was rapidly approaching the edge. "Blaine," I whispered, trying not to moan too loudly, though we were home alone. "Yeah, baby?" "I…need you to stop….I'm close…I-I shit Blaine," I said, starting to lose my ability to form full sentences. He smiled, stopping his movements, "Isn't that the point?"

"I haven't seen you yet," I said, pouting a little, causing him to smirk. He got off of the bed to remove his underwear. "Now you have," he said, blushing. I gasped, looking at his beautiful body, "Come here," I said. He climbed back onto the bed, sitting on his knees in front of me. I reached out and lightly ran my fingers down his shaft, watching him shiver. "Kurt…" he whispered. "Blaine, we don't have time for everything right now, but if we hurry, we might be able to…" I said, grabbing his cock in my hand, slowly starting to pump. He knew what I was talking about, and he reached out for mine, hovering over me again. It was kind of awkward, but we were both too turned on to care.

After a few minutes of heavy breathing, moaning, and stroking each other's cocks, Kurt and I were really close to the edge. We had a rhythm going, kissing and smiling at each other the whole time. About three quick strokes, Kurt started screaming. "God, Blaine I'm gonna….AH my god," he screamed, releasing all over my hand and our stomachs. Watching him shake from the orgasm, and hearing the sounds he was making led me to my orgasm, my cum shooting out over his hand and our stomachs, mixing with his. I dropped down, lying next to him. We were breathing heavily, completely spent. I reached over and grabbed his hand, lacing our fingers together. "Hey," I said, turning my head to look at him.

"Hi," he whispered, smiling at me. He scrunched his nose and looked down at our stomach's. "We're gross now," he laughed. I pulled him closer, kissing his forehead. "Let's clean up then," I said, getting up. I walked into his bathroom, getting a washcloth and wetting it. I rubbed the cloth against my stomach, cleaning it. I brought the cloth to Kurt, cleaning his stomach before leaning down to kiss it. I started to put my underwear back on when the doorbell rang. "Shit, the pizza," Kurt said, jumping off the bed and pulling some sweatpants on.

I picked up Blaine's shirt on accident and threw it onto my body before running down the stairs to answer the door. I handed some money to the pizza guy, telling him to keep the change. He smiled and thanked me as I was shutting the door. Blaine came down the stairs in only sweatpants. "Hey, half naked," I laughed, staring at his gorgeous torso. "You took my shirt," he said, shrugging and sitting down on the living room couch. "Oops, sorry," I said, looking down before starting to remove it. "Hey no, I love the way you look in my clothes," he said smiling, waving me over to join him on the couch. "Really?" I asked, sitting next to him. "Yeah, It's hot," Blaine answered, casually moving his hand to rest on my thigh. I laughed and opened the pizza box. "Eat," I ordered, pointing to it. He laughed and leaned towards me, kissing me slowly. "I love you, Kurt," he said, pressing his forehead against mine. "I love you too," I answered, kissing him once more.