Chapter 13

Blaine pulled out slowly, enjoying the drag on his over- sensitive cock. He tied up the condom and threw it toward the bin. He took a few Kleenexes from the night stand and wiped the remaining come of both of their chests. Kurt hadn't moved since Blaine had pulled out. He opened his eyes and looked around the room for the first time. It was a large room with a cream coloured carpet and a floor length mirror on one side. The walls were papered in a floral print and an expensive looking dresser stood in the corner. "Blaine, is this your room?" he asked looking over at the boy lying beside him.

"Nope, it was just the first one I came to where I knew I had put condoms," he grinned as though this was been a particularly clever idea of his.

"This isn't your parent's bedroom is it?" Blaine laughed at his nervous expression.

"Oh no, no their room is much bigger," he continued to grin.

Kurt suddenly felt extremely self conscious. He was naked in a strange bed, in a strange house with a strange boy. He pulled the bed sheet around himself, trying to figure out where to go from here. "What's the matter babe?" Blaine had notice the brown haired boy's sudden movements. Kurt gulped before replying. "I've just never done anything like this before," he murmured and Blaine laughed again.

"I could tell," he smirked and Kurt started to redden. "Don't worry about it beautiful, I've fucked virgins before." Kurt couldn't work out if that was a good thing or not but he didn't want to think about it now.

"So if this isn't your room... where is your room?" Kurt looked at him expectantly. Blaine sighed, got off the bed and headed towards the door. He turned to Kurt, "well come on then, or do you need me to carry you?" Kurt got off the bed a winced. Ouch, he was sore. He held the sheet around himself as he walked forward a few steps to where Blaine was standing. "Na-ah, not allowed that my friend," he said as he pulled away the sheet and threw it back over to the bed.

"But..."

"My house, my rules."

Kurt leaned down and picked up his boxers off the floor but Blaine snatched them away.

"No," he said and turned to walk out of the door.

"Fine," Kurt was about to follow him when he stopped and picked up Blaine's boxers.

"Are you coming beautiful?" Came a call from outside. Kurt quickly slipped them on, smiling that he'd beaten Blaine and also for the fact that he got a huge thrill from wearing the other boy's underwear, it felt like breaking a taboo or something. "On my way," he answered and walked out of the room.

He found himself in a clean, ivory coloured landing with a stone banister rail that had a view of a large foyer with a big wooden at the end, presumably the one they had come though. Kurt felt embarrassed that he had been too busy to notice any of this on arrival. He spotted Blaine leaning on a wall a few metres away. "You ruined my plan to keep you naked," he said as Kurt approached him. "Although I have to say that you do look very good in my underwear," he purred, running his hand across the waist band.

"I thought you were going to show me your room," Kurt raised an eyebrow and Blaine pulled his hand away. It wasn't until now that Kurt actually looked at Blaine's body. He was built, but not so much that it was weird. He had a light dusting of chest hair as well as a thin trail of hair which led the way down from his tummy button and thickened out around his cock. It was probably about seven and a half inches and pretty thick, and that's when it wasn't hard. No wonder my ass hurts, Kurt thought to himself. He'd read somewhere that the average size was about five to six inches but he'd never actually measured his own. "See something you like?" Kurt's eye's shot up to meet Blaine's and took in his cocky smile.

"Shut up," he glared. Blaine just chuckled before turning and walking a little further. He opened a door a gestured inside. "This is it," he said reluctantly which made Kurt wonder as he walked in. The room was bigger than the one before. Three of the walls were painted white and the other black. There was a larger queen sized bed directly opposite the door with a black frame and sheets to match. The bedding was crumpled and messy, showing that Blaine hadn't bothered to tidy when he got up this morning. The shelving in the room was white and contained various different books and CDs. A desk stood against one of the walls, littered with text books, paper and two laptops. There were a total of five guitars around the room; three hung on the wall, one on a stand and one just lying on the floor. "Do you play?" Kurt asked motioning towards them. Blaine nodded.

There were two doors leading off the room. Kurt could see through one of them into a large en suit bathroom but the other door was closed. "What's in there?" Kurt pointed to the door as Blaine walked over to the bed a flopped down. "Closet," he said with a sigh. He held out his arms and motioned for Kurt to join him on the bed. He did so and snuggled into Blaine as they lay there. Kurt couldn't hold the questions in much longer so he decided to start with something simple.

"Blaine?"

"Yes beautiful?"

"Where are your parents?"

Kurt felt Blaine's body go still. He looked up at the boy but Blaine was staring at the ceiling.

"They work."

"What time do they get home then?"

Blaine didn't answer so Kurt pushed.

"Blaine?"

"They don't live here."

Kurt was confused for a moment before realisation hit him.

"Oh so, do you live with your grandparents or something?"

"No."

There was silence for a minute.

"So you live alone?"

"Yes."

"Why? Where are your parents?"

Blaine just stared at the roof before saying in a quiet voice.

"I think you should leave Kurt."

"Huh, wait? What?" he was even more confused now.

"You heard me, leave, get out." Blaine said it with a lot more force this time and suddenly he was on his feet. Kurt watched him stride out of the room and he lay still until Blaine entered again, arms full of Kurt's clothes. He threw the pile of material at him. "Get dressed and get out. Now."

Kurt was scared now. He had never seen Blaine this angry and he didn't know what he had done so wrong. He quickly pulled his clothes on and stood up to look at the other boy. "Blaine, I'm sor-" he started.

"Go. Now." Blaine all but yelled.

Kurt was so frightened that all he could do was scurry out of the room and down the stairs. He looked back to see if Blaine was there but he wasn't. Kurt headed over to the door and opened it. Only now he realised that his school bag was still in Blaine's car but he wasn't about to go in and ask Blaine to unlock the car for him. He continued down the drive, pressed the button the trigger the gates to open and stood outside on the pavement. The gates swung shut behind him and he looked around. He had no idea where he was.

He really wanted to cry, but he didn't. Instead, he took is phone out of his pocket, brought up the GPS and started to walk.

After looking at the map he realised that he actually wasn't that far away from home. He walked through his front door about a twenty minute later and heard his dad call from the kitchen to ask if he wanted anything to eat. He replied that he didn't and that he was just going to bed, and he hurried upstairs to his room and shut the door behind him. As soon as the door clicked into the lock, he slid down it until he was sitting on the floor and began to cry.