They're cute, I don't own them (or Glee). That's all I have to say. xD


ALL I WANTED

The things I do for my boyfriend.

This was the only thing on Kurt Hummel's mind as he stepped out of his car into the pouring rain, groaning when he realized the fabric on his brand new Marc Jacobs jacket would be absolutely ruined. Still, he pushed that thought from his mind as he trudged up Blaine's driveway and up onto the front porch. His clothes getting ruined would be the worst thing to happen tonight - he knew that much. Not that he planned on staying in his clothes for very long...

He rang the doorbell. No answer, even after a whole minute. He tried knocking. Still no answer. Finally it occurred to Kurt that the storm was excruciatingly loud; Blaine probably wouldn't be able to hear the doorbell or his knocking. By this time, he'd been standing on the porch getting positively drenched for almost five minutes now, waiting, so he pulled out his phone and shot a quick text message to Blaine, telling him that he was here, and could he please hurry up and come to the door before Kurt died of hypothermia?

About ten seconds after Kurt had pressed Send, the door was swung open by a breathless Blaine. "Kurt, oh my god, I'm so sorry," he said apologetically, stepping aside so Kurt could get through the door. "I can't hear anything over the storm, including the doorbell...were you waiting long?"

Kurt shrugged as Blaine stepped forward to wrap his arms around him, finding it amazing that the other boy didn't even seem to care how wet he got - he put up with it for the sake of holding Kurt in his arms. "It was worth it for this," Kurt murmured, feeling content in Blaine's warm, dry embrace.

Blaine pulled away just slightly so he could smile at his boyfriend, but instead just gasped in shock when he got a good look. "Kurt, my god, your lips are blue."

The sudden loss of Blaine's body heat reminded Kurt of how cold he was. "W-warm them up f-for m-me," he insisted through chattering teeth.

Blaine gave him a tiny smile as he reached forward to gently cup Kurt's chin in his hand. "Gladly," he whispered, tilting the soprano's face up and planting a tender kiss on his lips.

The sensation of the kiss made Kurt tremble, and Blaine mistook this for shivers from the cold. "Come on," he said, breaking the kiss and taking Kurt's hand to lead him down the hall. "I'll get you a change of clothes, you don't need to be sitting around in all that wet stuff."

"Oh, you don't have to...," Kurt murmured halfheartedly, knowing that Blaine would do so all the same. He wasn't sure how he'd gotten so blessed as to have the most perfect boyfriend in the world, but all he knew was that Blaine was too good to him. Kurt would spend every single one of the rest of his days being eternally grateful for the fact that he found himself who loved and accepted him just for being himself.

"For some reason, my mom decided to start laundry today before she and my dad left on their second honeymoon this afternoon," Blaine explained, rolling his eyes as he gestured to a few stacks of folded clothes that sat at the foot of the couch in the living room. "She didn't exactly get finished...just take anything, all those are clean."

"You're seriously too good to me," Kurt muttered, bending over to sort through the stack of clothes.

Blaine couldn't help actually laughing out loud at that statement. "Kurt, I'm not going to make you sit around in wet clothes, freezing your cute ass off. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I did that?"

Kurt smirked, ducking his head to hide the blush that was currently painting his cheek red. "I guess it's nice of you," he said with false sarcasm, "even though there's nothing in this pile but sweatpants. I don't even own a pair of sweatpants."

Blaine rolled his eyes, smiling at his boyfriend's adorableness. "Just take these," he told Kurt, grabbing a Dalton Warblers t-shirt from one pile and pairing it with a pair of black sweatpants that he'd inherited from his older brother, who was now off at college. Kurt made a face as he looked at the sweatpants, but took them along with the shirt all the same.

"Come on, it's just you and me here tonight. I bet you'll look hot in those," Blaine encouraged him. "Why don't you go hop in the shower for a couple minutes, get warmed up, and change into that. I'll make you some hot chocolate and then we can cuddle and watch a movie."

Kurt had to smile; Blaine's idea sounded remarkably appealing. "Okay. Seriously, thanks so much," he said, giving the older boy a kiss on the cheek with his still-slightly-blue lips. "I won't be long."

Kurt kept smiling as he stepped into the spacious bathroom. He set the change of dry clothes onto the bathroom sink and stripped out of his wet clothes as quickly as possible, which was difficult considering the fact that they clung right to his skin. Finally, he reached into the shower and cranked the water full blast, the hottest it would go, not even cringing when he stepped in and practically burned his skin.

Kurt tilted his face up directly into the scalding stream of water, which felt surprisingly good despite how hot it was, clearing his mind and calming his nerves. There was absolutely no reason for him to be nervous about the fact that he was completely naked with Blaine just on the other side of the wall. No big deal, right? He wasn't quite sure why he was so nervous...besides, if he got his way tonight, Blaine would be seeing him naked anyway (and vice versa)...

He'd made up his mind. He and Blaine had been dating for four months now, and Kurt had finally decided he was ready to go all the way. Blaine had been a gentleman about it, not pressuring Kurt into doing anything he didn't want to do, so he had no idea what was on Kurt's mind. Kurt, however, had his heart set on his decision, and as he thought about it, he found himself wanting it more than anything in the world...the only nervewracking part would be actually telling Blaine somehow.

As he thought about this, it didn't take him long to start daydreaming, imagining what it would be like...nothing less than the most beautiful, perfect experience of his life, no doubt; he couldn't wait to find out for himself. And given the nature of his thoughts, it didn't take Kurt long to realize that he was getting really fucking hard. He'd have to take care of that, wouldn't he?

Kurt closed his eyes and wrapped one hand around himself, slowly sliding up and down the shaft. "Ohhh," he moaned as quietly as possible at the overwhelming pleasure. "Blaine."

And he kept thinking about it, about the experience of a lifetime he'd hopefully get to have tonight, about Blaine...those delicious lips moving all over Kurt's body, the sound of his own name falling as a moan from that perfect mouth, the feeling he'd heard described as a "pleasant pain" as the two of them became one...

Suddenly it was all too much for Kurt, and he was thrust into the most intense orgasm of his life, coming all over the shower walls. He had to use every ounce of his strength to prevent himself from screaming or moaning or making some noise that was a combination of the two. The only sound that escaped his wide-open mouth was a tiny, strangled sound of pleasure from somewhere in the back of his throat. Finally, when it was over, he leaned back against the wall, gasping for breath...and suddenly realizing how scalding hot the water was. He immediately jumped forward and turned the faucet to the right to release the cold water as he quickly wiped off the shower walls, then finally turned off the water altogether.

Blaine was in the kitchen stirring up a mug of hot chocolate when Kurt stepped out of the bathroom, and the second he saw him, Blaine was overcome with the intense urge to just...he didn't know...violate him. Kurt had changed into his Warblers shirt, which clung perfectly to his lithe frame, and the sweatpants he'd grumbled about actually looked amazing on him - they were a little big, so they sat low on his hips and revealed a tiny horizontal strip of skin below the hem of the shirt and above the waistband.

"Hey there, sexy," Blaine murmured, placing his hand on Kurt's hips and pulling the smaller boy closer to him.

Kurt rolled his eyes and blushed a little bit, but smiled all the same. "Me wearing something like this is only a one-time thing, so don't get too used to it."

"Aww, but I like it." Blaine pouted a little bit as his fingers traced over the soft, exposed skin of his hipbones above the waistband of the pants.

Kurt tried to ignore the sensation produced by Blaine's fingers on his skin; it made it extremely hard to remember the simple act of coherency. "You know, it's really hard to resist you when you're all cute like that," he murmured, standing on his tiptoes and nibbling slightly on Blaine's still-pouting bottom lip; he couldn't help himself.

"And you're always easy to resist," Blaine countered sarcastically, kissing him back.

Kurt grinned. "I never said I was."

"You don't have to...it's so obvious." Blaine moved his lips down to Kurt's neck, kissing and sucking on the soft skin there. Kurt held onto him with all his strength, as if trying to hold onto a beautiful dream that he didn't want to wake up from.

There was a sudden loud clap of thunder outside, which startled them both - they had ceased to pay attention to the storm at all anymore, but it was raging even more wildly than when Kurt had first arrived. Blaine smiled sheepishly and reached for the mug of hot chocolate that still sat on the counter, handing it to Kurt. "Here. I don't know if you're still cold, but I made it for you anyway."

"Oh, thank you." Kurt still was a little cold, actually, though he didn't know why. He graciously took the cup in both hands and tilted it up to his face to take a long sip. "This's good."

Blaine smiled. "Dark chocolate amaretto, I know it's your favorite."

Kurt nodded as he took another sip, this time downing almost half the mug in one gulp. "How'd you know?"

"There were like ten packets of this stuff in your kitchen when I was over at your house last week, I figured it wasn't your dad's," Blaine replied, laughing a little bit as he took Kurt's hand and led him out into the living room. "Come on, you can pick the movie."

Kurt let go of Blaine's hand and went to sit in front of the rack next to the big-screen TV that was full of DVD cases, staring them over until he found one that caught his eye. "Oh my god," he gasped, reaching out for one that was near the top of the rack. "I haven't seen this in forever..."

Blaine leaned over his shoulder to see what movie he was holding, and even though Kurt wasn't looking at him, he could tell the older boy was smiling as he spoke. "I always knew you were kind of a Sound of Music type...that's not a bad thing."

Kurt smiled as Blaine sat next to him, looking at the DVD case in his hand. "My mom loved this movie." His eyes softened as he reminisced. "I was actually named after Kurt von Trapp. We used to watch this together all the time when I was little...," He shook his head as he trailed off, snapping himself out of his reverie. "Sorry for the cheesy nostalgia."

Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's shoulders. "It's not cheesy, it's sweet," he murmured. "Although I am a little shocked that your dad was cool with naming his only son after a character from a musical."

"Yeah...," Kurt smiled; he had to admit, Blaine was right. "My mom somehow got her way, though...and now I'm Kurt, too."

Blaine smiled and wrapped his arms around the soprano, holding the two of them together. "I wouldn't have you any other way," he murmured before leaning in for a loving kiss. Kurt still tasted slightly of the hot chocolate he'd been drinking, but more than anything, he tasted like Kurt. And that was Blaine's favorite flavor of all.

"Wanna watch it?" Blaine whispered, breaking away from the kiss just a little bit.

Kurt nodded. "Just be warned, I might cry." He smiled sheepishly as he reluctantly extricated himself from Blaine's arms and scooted closer to the TV so he could turn on the DVD player. Blaine got up and settled himself on the couch while Kurt put the movie in, then reached for the remote so he could skip to the menu. Kurt walked back to the couch and crawled into Blaine's lap, smiling the tiniest bit to himself as he thought, once again, about how lucky he was.

He didn't cry, however, like he thought he would - but that's probably because they didn't even get through the whole movie. Right as Maria was in the middle of singing about a doe; a deer; a female deer; there was a mighty clap of thunder from the still-raging storm outside and the room went black.

"I knew that was gonna happen," Blaine sighed, resisting the urge to curse under his breath. "Well, now what do we do?"

Kurt halfway hoped that Blaine couldn't feel how quickly his heart was racing in his chest, but they were so close that it would be impossible not to feel it. He had to admit, he was a little nervous about making his suggestion, but he knew he had to, he knew he wanted this more than he'd ever wanted anything.

"I know something we could do," Kurt said in a small voice, tilting his head up to plant a small kiss on the edge of Blaine's jawline.

It didn't take long for Blaine to catch on with an idea of what Kurt might possibly have in mind. "What's that?"

Kurt didn't say anything; he moved his lips up and captured Blaine's in a heated kiss. His tongue pushed through the older boy's lips upon impact and before either of them knew it, Blaine was on his back on the couch with Kurt straddling him, their lips still locked in the most feverish kiss they'd ever experienced.

"Kurt...," Blaine gasped as the soprano moved his lips down to lay a row of kisses down his neck. "Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?"

Kurt pulled away and sat up so he could look into his boyfriend's eyes. "Blaine, I love you," he whispered, grazing the older boy's cheek with the back of his hand. Blaine sighed and reached up to hold Kurt's hand against his face. "And I'm ready to show you how much I love you. I want to give you all of me," he said softly, still a little nervous, but forcing himself to look into the little he could see of Blaine's eyes in the darkness. "Tonight. If that's okay with you."

Blaine's eyes softened as Kurt spoke until they were almost half-closed. "Oh, Kurt," he breathed as the other boy finished speaking, taking Kurt's hand and bringing it to his lips to kiss the fingertips. "I love you so much. And of course it's okay with me, as long as you're completely, one hundred percent sure you want to do this."

"I am completely, one hundred percent sure," Kurt repeated firmly. He'd never been more sure of anything in his life, actually.

Blaine sat up with Kurt still straddling his waist. He shifted the smaller boy in his arms so he could easily carry him as he stood up from the couch. "Come on, let's go upstairs," he whispered, kissing Kurt's forehead gently.

He carried Kurt upstairs to his bedroom in silence; the only sounds came from the clash of thunder, lightning, and rain from the still-raging storm outside that showed no sign of stopping anytime soon. Kurt leaned his head against Blaine's chest and immediately noticed that his boyfriend's heart was beating just as fast as his own. Was Blaine nervous about this, Kurt wondered, or was he excited? Or maybe his racing heart was a combination of some nervous-excited feeling that was similar to what Kurt was experiencing at that moment.

When they reached the pitch-dark bedroom, Blaine set Kurt down on the bed and kissed him quickly once. "Wait here," he whispered, "I'll be right back."

Kurt closed his eyes as Blaine left the room. He couldn't believe this moment was actually here - he'd always imagined what his first time would be like, and now he was about to find out for himself if his presumptions were true. Before he could think about this for too long, Blaine came back, arms full of the spare candles he'd just retrieved from the hall closet and with a lighter dangling from his pinky finger.

"Kurt, I just want to be sure you're not going to regret this," Blaine said with a hint of concern in his voice as he began setting up the candles around the room and lighting them. "I don't want you to feel like I'm pressuring you to do anything you don't want to do."

"Blaine." Kurt reached out for the older boy's hands as he approached the bed after lighting all the candles and pulled him down next to him. "I'm not going to regret this at all. This is already more than I'd ever dreamed it would be...," he gestured to the candles romantically glowing around the room, "and we haven't even...y'know, started yet."

Blaine gave him a tiny smile. "Actually, I just thought those would be a good idea since the power's out and we need to, uh, see a little bit...but it does add a nice effect, doesn't it?" Kurt nodded. "As long as you're sure about this, Kurt," Blaine continued. "I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I felt like I was taking advantage of you."

"You're not." Kurt shook his head and moved forward so he was kneeling on the bed, locking his arms around Blaine's neck and instigating a kiss not unlike the one they'd shared on the couch a few minutes ago. Blaine's hands immediately moved up his shirt and traced over the slender musculature of his chest, marveling at how beautiful it felt just to be touching him. But before long, touching wasn't enough, and Blaine broke the heated kiss just long enough to pull Kurt's shirt up and off over his head.

He maneuvered Kurt so he was lying on his back on the bed, and the soprano smiled as Blaine began to lay a row of feather-soft kisses up his naked chest. Blaine couldn't believe how gorgeous Kurt was - he was beautifully built, with a slight frame that still showed off the small, sexy muscles under his skin. He kissed his way up and down Kurt's chest a few times, then, he realized as Kurt's small fingers began playing with the buttons of his shirt, he realized it was around time that he should start taking his own clothes off.

Already, Kurt's fingers were trembling slightly as he began unbuttoning his way down Blaine's shirt, but with each button he popped back out through the hole, he became more and more sure of himself. The last bit of his nerves had crumbled into dust as he reached up to slide Blaine's shirt off over his shoulders and pulled the older boy down into another kiss. Blaine had always tasted delicious, but with each kiss they shared tonight, his flavor seemed to be getting more and more potent to Kurt. Not that Kurt minded. He tasted him eagerly, breathlessly, as a gasp caught in his throat while Blaine's hand moved up his inner thigh to palm against the growing hard-on that was straining the fabric of the sweatpants he wouldn't be wearing for much longer.

"Mmmm," Kurt murmured into the kiss as Blaine's hand moved under the waistband and began actually touching him this time. "Ohhhhh."

"You like that?" Blaine whispered teasingly, stroking him with more intensity. Kurt, too overwhelmed to speak, could only nod as Blaine removed his hand and, just as quickly, pulled the sweatpants all the way down in one fluid motion. After he'd gotten them off from around Kurt's ankles, he carelessly tossed them off to the side before returning his attention to the beautiful naked boy lying on his bed - and oh, what a sight he was.

Kurt looked up into his eyes shamelessly, and as much as Blaine wanted to maintain that eye contact, he found it hard not to look at the rest of him. Kurt was lying sprawled before him, looking more beautiful than anybody had a right to, and Blaine realized in a triumphant moment of pride that he was his. The fact that this was Kurt's first time made it all the more amazing - Blaine was the first person to ever experience this with the most perfect boy in the world. He couldn't help but feel extremely honored in that respect.

Kurt's tiny fingers (which, as Blaine had happily realized, were the only part of him that could be described as "tiny" - his small frame was deceiving, and he certainly wasn't lacking in any other department) moved up to begin teasing the zipper of Blaine's jeans - tugging at the button, moving the zipper down with an almost painful slowness. Blaine had to hand it to Kurt - he sure knew how to tease. He found himself wanting Kurt to just hurry up and strip him completely already, but Kurt was taking his time, savoring this. Finally, Kurt snapped open the button and pulled the zipper down all the way, and swiftly yanked his boyfriend's jeans and boxers off.

"Oh, my god," Kurt breathed after Blaine's last bit of clothing had been tossed aside, losing every last ounce of his willpower as his hard member pressed right up against Blaine's, who was straddling him. Blaine leaned down and kissed Kurt's neck - a kiss that quickly turned into a mark as he bit and sucked at the soft skin. Without removing his mouth from Kurt's skin, he reached over into the drawer of his bedside table and pulled out the bottle of lube he'd been keeping in there in anticipation for this moment.

"Just relax," Blaine murmured, gently pulling Kurt's legs apart to allow himself easier access. "Breathe." Kurt did as he was told while Blaine lubed up his fingers, and once he was sure that Kurt was as relaxed as he was going to get, he carefully inserted one finger, then another, then another into the smaller boy.

Kurt whimpered at the pleasant pain as Blaine moved his fingers inside him, crooking a little bit, reaching further up, just feeling him and stretching him out. Blaine was as gentle as he could be, not wanting to hurt him, this being Kurt's first time and all. After stretching him out for a little while longer, he removed his fingers and reached for the lube again so he could rub a good amount on his cock.

"This is going to hurt - I'm just gonna tell you that right off the bat - but if it gets to be too much, I want you to let me know, okay?" Blaine said quietly but firmly, looking down into those beautiful eyes that seemed to be pooling up with tears - and maybe they were. "I want this to be nothing but the most beautiful, perfect experience of your life, because that's what you deserve. I love you, Kurt."

He whispered the last part as he leaned down to press his lips against Kurt's in a soft kiss before pulling away to look him in the eyes as he lined himself up. Before long, Kurt felt a slight pressure at his entrance as something that was only big enough to be Blaine prodded him a little bit, and he couldn't hold back a tiny gasp.

Blaine leaned down to gently kiss his cheek. "Still okay?"

Kurt nodded. "Just do it," he whispered. "All the way in."

Blaine knew better than to question this - when Kurt's mind was made up, there was no going back, and he knew that Kurt wouldn't have said that if he didn't want it. So he slowly pushed himself all the way in, keeping his eyes locked on Kurt's the whole time, penetrating him in more ways than one.

Kurt let out a tiny strangled sound of pain, but despite the discomfort at this unfamiliar feeling, he also couldn't deny how amazing it felt - Blaine was inside him. The two of them were now one. He kept this in mind as Blaine pulled out and slowly pushed back in a few times, with the pain getting less and less significant with each new entrance. Finally, Blaine thrust back in a little harder than the previous times, pushing himself deeper inside Kurt than ever before, and oh...right there.

"There?" Blaine asked as he pulled back out and thrust quickly back into that exact same spot again. Kurt was glad he couldn't see his blushing face in the darkness - had he said that out loud? His coherency and willpower had been shed along with his clothes. He didn't know what was what anymore. And the fact that Blaine had wrapped his hand around his leaking cock and began to pump it as he thrusted wasn't helping much.

"Yes...yes...Blaine, omigod, right...there...ahhh!" Blaine suddenly found it very hard to concentrate on the simple in-and-out movement when Kurt started making all those sexy noises: moans and whimpers and quiet screams...and Blaine had never thought he'd enjoy the sound of his own name so much. Especially when it came in the form of, "Blaine, oh, I'm gonna...I'm gonna...Blaine!"

The older boy's name came out of Kurt's mouth in the form of a high-pitched wail that was about five octaves higher than any sound Blaine would have thought possible for a boy to naturally emit. Kurt was coming harder and faster than ever before in his life, all over Blaine's chest and stomach. Watching the beautiful boy orgasm was too much for Blaine, and it wasn't long before he, too, was coming, screaming Kurt's name as he did so.

Blaine collapsed down onto Kurt's chest, still inside of him, both of them breathing so heavily that they couldn't tell the rhythms of their ragged breath apart. Neither of them said a word for the longest time, they just looked into each other's eyes and breathed in unison.

"Was that everything you ever dreamed it would be?" Blaine asked, rolling over onto his back and pulling Kurt onto his chest. Kurt made a tiny sound of protest as he felt Blaine pull out of him, but snuggled up against him all the same.

"Everything I dreamed of and more." Kurt smiled, and Blaine kissed his forehead gently. "Thank you."

Blaine shook his head. "No, thank you."

He tilted Kurt's face up so he could plant a small, loving kiss on the soprano's lips. When they pulled away a few seconds later, identical smiles graced both of their faces.

"I love you," Kurt murmured, cuddling closer into Blaine's embrace.

"I love you, too," Blaine whispered, stroking Kurt's uncharacteristically messy hair that had become disheveled in the heat of sex. "Get some sleep. Sweet dreams."

Kurt closed his eyes, smiling as he felt Blaine's fingers continue to stroke his hair and Blaine's lips gently kissing his forehead and the sides of his face. As he drifted off to sleep, he knew that he had never felt more loved.


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