AN: THAT EPISODE WAS SOOO CUTE!

Did you notice how Kurt didn't want to have sex until Blaine cleared up that he'd never love anyone but Kurt meaning MY STORY IS STILL CANON!

I didn't know which I wanted to do more, punch Sebastian in the face, laugh in his face, or get Blaine the hell away from him before he spiked Blaine's beer (which I swear, he probably did).

I was seriously afraid Blaine was going to get raped, not gonna lie. NEVER TAKE DRINKS FROM STRANGERS (or someone you JUST MET YESTERDAY), especially when they CREEPILY FLIRT WITH YOU AT EVRY OPERTUNITY AND CALL YOU 'SEXY' AND 'SEX ON A STICK' DURING YOUR FIRST MEETING!

And then the whole him giving Kurt that fruity drink and I just shouted "THAT'S OFFENSIVE! WHO CARES IF KURT WOULD'VE ORDERED IT FOR HIMSELF, THAT'S STILL SAYING YOU THINK OF HIM AS A GIRL WHICH HE IS NOT!"

I loved when Kurt cut in the 'dancing' and just kind of shimmied really close to Blaine and was like "MY MAN!"

Err, enjoy the chapter! ^^;

EDIT: This chapter is now revised, but I did it myself with no beta, so if there are still typos and such, I'm sorry

Chapter 4: For the First Time

Blaine had thought he had experienced all of life's joys; that this would just be an intensified feeling of the closeness and safety he felt with Kurt.

As it turns out, it was completely different in the most wonderful way possible.

Blaine had never felt so adored, so loved, so… perfect. It was a feeling of its own that was absolutely impossible to describe.

It was pure and udder bliss.

He turned his head slightly to look at the man next to him, whose face was lit up in euphoria. An easy smile was laid out across his gorgeous pink lips, stained almost red from their resent activities.

"Hey," Kurt whispered, lazily twirling his lover's curly hair between his nimble fingers. One of his creamy legs was wrapped around Blaine's hips almost protectively.

Blaine took a moment to stare at Kurt (it seemed he'd been doing that a lot lately). His usually immaculate hair was swept around haphazardly, his hairline covered in a light sheen of sweat; actually his whole body was covered in it.

His cheeks were flushed the most bewitching shade of pink Blaine had ever seen all the way up to the tips of his adorably/sexily pointed ears, and his glasz eyes were all but blazing in the after-glow.

Blaine's eyes traced down the column of Kurt's pale neck, seeing each quickly purpling hicky, remembering how he put them there as he fallowed the trail down Kurt's wide shoulders (oh God, how could shoulders be so damn sexy?) towards his chest, letting his eyes drag over the contours of Kurt's form, noting absently that he probably had several love bites to match.

"Like what you see?" Kurt giggled breathlessly, drawing Blaine's eyes back up to that breathtaking face.

Blaine used the arm he had thrown around Kurt's hip to pull him closer. "What's not to like?" he asked quietly, as though talking to loud would destroy this perfect moment.

Kurt's smile grew impossibly wide at the cheesy compliment as he placed a sloppy kiss on Blaine's cheek.

"You look positively radiant." Kurt told him, stilling the motion of his hand to stare into the honey-colored eyes of his lover. "Why didn't we do this sooner?"

Blaine chuckled softly, lightly stroking his thumb on the skin of Kurt's hip. He ignored the question, because honestly, he didn't know.

"I feel perfect." He said after a moment. He moved his hand to rub up and down Kurt's spine while Kurt resumed playing with his dark hair. It seemed after what had just happened they couldn't stop touching each other. "Thank you,"

Blaine felt his eyes beginning to well up with tears of happiness. No one had ever made him feel this way. He didn't think anyone else could.

Kurt placed a gentle kiss to Blaine's lips, stroking the small hairs on the nape of his neck. "No, thank you. You're so amazing Blaine."

Blaine smiled sleepily at him, moving to nuzzle his nose against Kurt's in a slow Eskimo kiss. "I'm tired." The darker haired boy mumbled.

Kurt laughed. "Then go to sleep, baby! I'll be here when you wake up."

Blaine placed a kiss on his lover's lips, loving the sound of Kurt still being there when he awoke.

As he drifted off he imagined what it would be like to have Kurt's warmth beside him every night, to never part from this feeling. He never thought he'd be so happy.

XxXxX

Kurt woke up first the next morning, still snuggled up to Blaine's side like a kitten.

He opened his eyes blearily, almost gasping when he saw his boyfriend.

Blaine had a small, sleepy smile on his face, his long eyelashes brushing his cheekbones in a way that was strangely endearing and sexy at the same time. His hair was pretty much a hurricane of ebony curls that seemed like they could never possibly be tamed by any form of hair gel, though Kurt had seen it done.

His lightly tanned skin still has a slight layer of moister on it, Kurt noted, as he took in the hickies marring and yet somehow enhancing Blaine's perfect skin.

And oh God, his arms! No matter how many times Kurt saw him shirtless, he still marveled at the muscular form of those arms. For some reason unfathomable even to himself, he always kind of wanted to bite them (and he had, last night).

Kurt ran his hand lightly over Blaine's chest, loving the way the coarse hair there felt beneath his fingers.

In hindsight, Kurt was almost glad Blaine had met Sebastian.

It's not like Kurt ever wanted to befriend the perverted creep, but if it wasn't for him, Blaine probably wouldn't have explained to Kurt how he would only ever love him.

Really, that was all he had needed to hear.

It made him feel silly, really, doubting that Blaine's love for him was true and it was just a necessity thing, but he couldn't help it; no one had ever loved him like that before. If Blaine didn't really love him, surly he'd have run after the annoying smirk of the new Warbler (who was supposedly from Paris, but Kurt didn't believe him for a second).

"Hello, gorgeous." Blaine said, startling Kurt out of his thoughts, which made Blaine laugh as a (totally manly) squeak left the pale boy's lips.

"Blaine! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" Kurt scolded, but gave his lover a good morning kiss nonetheless.

Kurt looked down at their still thoroughly tangled bodies, noticing how although they (kind of) cleaned up, they were still covered in sweat and grime, and then he really wanted to take a shower.

"Oh my God, we look disgusting." Kurt said, not being able to bring his voice to a shout, so it came out in more of a monotone then a disbelieving exclaim like he wanted.

Blaine said nothing for a while. Then, tentatively, he asked "Do you regret what we did last night?"

Kurt looked back up into the honey eyes he loves so much to see doubt and insecurity swirling behind there depths, making the beautiful color dull.

'Why would he look like that? Why would he ask that in the first place?' Kurt wondered, than realized how his comment could've been taken the wrong way.

Kurt kissed his forehead, then was quick to assure "Of course not baby, I was just thinking we need a shower." He wrinkled his nose. "We kind of smell like sweat, seamen, and mud."

Blaine laughed in agreement. "So, who wants to go first?" he asked.

Kurt felt himself flush slightly. But really, it's not like what he was about to ask was much. "Blaine, not only have we been seeing each other naked for months, we just had sex." They both smiled at the memory. "Why don't we just shower together?"

"That sounds amazing" Blaine consented, his own cheeks slightly red, though Kurt didn't know if it was from excitement or embarrassment.

They didn't move for what could've been minutes or days, neither knew. They just stared into each other's eyes, imagining a future together.

Kurt was the first to break. "Are we actually going to shower, or not?"

Blaine jumped up, wincing slightly. Kurt was right behind him.

"I'll race you!"

XxXxX

When Kurt left a few hours later, Blaine felt strange.

Normally when Kurt left, his demons seemed to all sneak up on him at once, whispering vial things and convincing him he was worthless.

Now, though, all he felt was ecstasy. Of course, the slight sadness at Kurt's departure was there, but it wasn't as bad.

'I am Kurt's, and he is mine. I don't have to worry about if he'll come back or not, because I know he will. We'll always be together'

Blaine didn't know if it was wistful thinking or his childishness running away with him, but he had a feeling that he and Kurt were meant to be.

He listened to that feeling with all his heart.