Things you need to know before reading: this is a meeting-in-college-AU, they've been dating for a (long) while, and Blaine knows Puck.
Something Interesting
Kurt leaned back against Blaine's chest, intertwining their hands while he sipped from his third- or fourth?- bottle of beer. He was already more than a little tipsy, and so was Blaine, but they were lounging on the couch in Blaine's apartment all alone and they didn't care.
"Tell me something interesting," mused Blaine, swiping his thumb across the neck of his bottle.
"Mm, what do you want me to tell you?" asked Kurt, twining their legs as well, rubbing his calf against Blaine's.
"You never actually told me how your first time went."
Kurt groaned. "I told you it was Puck and that it doesn't matter, because you are the only guy I actually love that I've had sex with."
"I know. But you never told me how it went," he smiled and nuzzled Kurt's hair affectionately.
Kurt sipped from his beer again. "He was drunk. He heard I was a virgin. Offered help with the situation, saying he'll do that for me. It was sweet, in his Puck-ish ways, so I said yes."
"Wait… did you top, or did he?"
Kurt rolled his eyes. "I did. I fear that's the main reason he never told anyone. I don't know if he ever had sex with a guy again, but I was as… caring towards him as I could."
Blaine giggled. "Did he come, though?"
"Yeah, yeah," he finished the beer, but didn't feel like getting up and taking another one. "It wasn't bad or anything, it was fun. And we were- are- friends, it wasn't just a drunken hookup… well, it was a drunken hookup, but you get my point. It really wasn't as awful as it could've been, and I don't regret it or anything."
Blaine nodded. "That's good."
Kurt smiled, and then asked, "How was your first time?"
Blaine nudged his shoulder. "Shut up."
"Wait, don't tell me… You spread rose petals on the floor and lit candles and everything?"
Blaine shoved him again, making him giggle. "Shut up."
"And you played Katy Perry on your laptop."
"I thought that's how people did these things, okay? No one sent me the memo."
Kurt put down his beer on the floor and let go of Blaine's hand so he could roll over to face him, bracing himself on his elbows. "I thought it was cute. Even if I did have to help you clean the candle wax and rose petals from the floor afterwards."
Blaine covered his face with his beer-free hand. "You could've told me, I don't know, 'hey, Blaine, listen, people don't actually do this, it's cool, let's go fuck on the couch like normal college students' instead of reminding me of it for the rest of my life."
"But I wanted it to be special for you," smiled Kurt, kissing his chin.
He removed his hand, bringing it to tangle in Kurt's ruffled hair. "It was."