The night passed in a flurry of delicious food, gorgeous smiles and sweet music. They exchanged more questions, generally sticking to the generics and enjoying genuinely getting to know each other better.
Kurt was sad when Mr. Time crept up on them again, the waiter approaching with the check that Blaine sweetly paid for. He and Kurt continued their questions as they made way back to Blaine's car.
Kurt turned the music back on as Blaine started the engine, smirking at Blaine's blush as Britney came back over the speakers. He turned it to a generic station, the latest Ke$ha hit playing.
"Your turn," Kurt told him, settling back in his seat comfortably.
Blaine kept his gaze on the road as he bit his lip, looking as if he was debating whether to ask a certain question.
"When you were talking about Jeff…" he ventured carefully, "it made me wonder…" he took a breath as Kurt eyed him inquisitively. "How far have you ever been… with a guy?"
Kurt's eyes widened, feeling completely taken aback. His mind on auto-pilot, he founded himself stammering out honestly, "My first kiss was with a girl… and since… I've only been kissed by one other person. A guy… a bully, actually… he sort of… forced it on me."
Kurt couldn't help but notice the way Blaine's grip tightened on the steering wheel and his eyes sparked with anger.
The Ke$ha track ended and the light strumming of a familiar tune struck up.
The car swerved onto an unfamiliar street and Kurt opened his mouth to ask where they were going when Blaine pulled into a dark alleyway.
"You deserve better than that," he said hotly, tearing off his seatbelt and reaching over to caress Kurt's cheeks in his calloused hands. Kurt let out a small gasp as Blaine closed the distance, meeting his lips with a searing kiss.
When he pulled back, both of them were breathing deeply, Kurt's cheeks burning as Blaine's dark eyes washed over him.
"I've been wanting to do that all evening," he breathed. Kurt reached back over and crushed their lips together once more.
With shaking hands, Kurt grabbed Blaine by the shirt, pushing him over the console and into the backseat where he deftly fell against the leather, catching Kurt as he stumbled back with him.
Kurt's thighs found themselves planted either side of their captor, effectively straddling him. Shaking fingers tangled in curls as their kisses went deeper, full of a lush heat that Kurt hadn't been expecting.
So this is what kissing is supposed to feel like, Kurt thought as Blaine dragged his teeth over Kurt's bottom lip, making him let out an embarrassing whimper.
"Mmmm," Blaine murmured against his lips, "assaggiare deliziosi."
Kurt let out a gasp at the husky voice in which Blaine spoke. Blaine's Italian had always been a turn on for him, but while everything was so heated and Blaine's lips were speaking against his fucking skin…
Wow.
"Vi piace?" Blaine smirked, his fingers fiddling at the collar of Kurt's shirt. Kurt shivered and Blaine took the opportunity to kiss him once more, his tongue licking over his lips, asking for entrance.
As their lips exchanged heated kisses, their fingers fumbled with buttons and straps, pulling off each other's shirts and revelling in the new found warmth of skin on skin. Kurt ran a hand down Blaine's torso, Blaine gasping as he found a nipple.
"Sensitive?" Kurt quipped. Blaine let out a gasp that Kurt suspected was agreement.
"Ti piace," Blaine choked out as Kurt's hands continued to wander.
The heavy bass of the music thundered off the speakers as Blaine flipped them, slamming Kurt into the leather and attacking his neck with wet, open mouthed kisses as Kurt meweled beneath him. He let out an obscene moan as Blaine rolled his hips down.
"Così dannatamente bella," Blaine whispered reverently, leaning back so he could get a better look at Kurt's newly exposed chest, pale and perfect, but trembling under his capable hands.
"Blaine," Kurt whispered, meeting his eyes for a moment before they were both thrown back together in another flurry of frantic kisses, peppering on every surface they could find, lips, cheeks, necks, collarbones…
But Blaine's hands had found themselves wandering. Kurt could feel their coarsness trailing all over, caressing his cheek, sliding down his shoulders and over his back, running up and down his sides, before they ventured lower, trailing along the muscles of his legs and stitches in his jeans.
Kurt's eyes blew wide open at the familiar heat pooling tight in his stomach. He had to stop, before something happened that he was going to regret…
"I'm not losing my virginity in the backseat of a car," he blurted out before he could stop himself.
Blaine's eyes, wide in surprise as Kurt pulled back quickly, soon turned light with amusement as he doubled over laughing.
"I'm sorry," he wheezed, as Kurt flushed red, glaring at him. "Your face was just so adorable…"
Kurt ignored the swell in his heart at the way Blaine called him 'adorable', climbing back over Blaine and into the front seat.
Climbing after him, Blaine ran a hand through his own curls, trying to steady his shaking legs. He handed Kurt his shirt and they both redressed quickly, trying to fix their mussed appearance. When Kurt eventually gave up on his hair, he fell back into his chair with a frustrated sigh, looking over at Blaine who had fixed him with another intense look, filled with some of the heat that he had just bestowed on Kurt before.
"For the record," Blaine said in a low voice, speaking in English for once, "I think it looks rather sexy like that."