AN: A little isnight into Blaine during the end scene of "First Time". Inspired by lyrics from "Give Me Novacaine" by Green Day
I knew that this was worth waiting for, as I felt the heat of Kurt's body pressed up against mine. Gazing into his eyes gave me such a quiet, peaceful feeling which was a stark contrast to the sensations starting to build elsewhere in my body. Still, I wasn't in any rush. I was willing to take this slow and treasure every moment.
I had been right, getting Kurt out of his layers was quite a task, albeit a pleasurable one. Each article of clothing that had been removed had felt like unwrapping a birthday present. Even now, as his body lay on top of mine still clad in pants and a white t-shirt, those clothes seemed such a thin layer between us compared to his normal attire.
Lifting my head from the pillow, I pressed my lips against Kurt's soft lips, taking the time to savor every aspect about this moment. The pressure increased as Kurt returned the kiss, pressing harder against my body.
This felt oh so right, though I didn't dare say anything for fear of disrupting the moment. There was enough communication going on between us tonight without words and there was no doubt in my mind that this was how our first time should be, not rushed and sloppy in the back seat of a car.