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But Saturday night I was assaulted at a party. I don't know when I'll get on, but I can't really do it right now. I ask that you guys give me a few days. I'm sorry.

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They were best friends. That mantra was rushing through Kurt's head. Wasn't this usually the point where best friends got weird. It was one thing to just fool around with your best friend and say you were dating them. There was still a chance you could return to the way things were before it all started with no hard feelings. But now Blaine was ass naked in front of him and Kurt was actually loving it and... Well. Kurt was just glad there still wasn't even a glimmer of doubt that he wanted to do this with Blaine. Actually, that thought was sort of liberating. Kurt swallowed, smiling slightly at the idea-- It was about damn time. "Sorry," Kurt breathed, kissing Blaine's stomach, fingers kneading the flesh of his ass slowly, as if it was being done subconsciously. "I hope I didn't make it awkward, I just--" Had a lot of feelings for Blaine. Naked Blaine, particularly, and while he would love to just get naked and throw Blaine on the bed and have at it like normal people probably would, this had to be done right. And Kurt's experience with gay sex (or straight sex, honestly, but they'd been taught about that in fifth grade, so he knew the nitty-gritty basics) was absolutely null. Not even porn. So the time taken had a purpose and it wasn't just Kurt stalling because maybe he didn't exactly know what was going to happen. Standing up, Kurt licked his lips and watched Blaine do as he was told, lips twitching into a smile at the idea that he was being listened to, and from the way Blaine murmured his agreement, Blaine liked it. Quickly, Kurt glanced around the dormitory. They were alone still, thank god, but quickly Kurt muttered charms and the doors to the dormitory slide shut with the faintest of sounds. The doors locked, and Kurt placed a jamming charm on them-- It would buy them time while people tried to open it, at least. Reaching up to Blaine's second pillow, Kurt shoved it under Blaine's hips, "Does that help at all?" He asked, then moved over to him, leaning down and kissing his lips softly, sweetly. "Um, okay. Just-- If I hurt you or anything, tell me, okay?" He breathed, pressing his forehead to Blaine's before pulling away. "Face forward, you'll get a crick in your neck," Kurt urged before popping the lid off of the lubricant again and applying a healthy amount to his finger, biting his lower lip between his teeth and, finally, pressing the flesh of his finger against Blaine's hole, not yet going in, just... waiting for a reaction.

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Kurt wondered, vaguely, how he was going to compare to Blaine. Or if they would compare-- If that was a thing. He hoped not. Sincerely. Being compared to sucked. A lot. But it was Blaine, so at the very least Kurt had some guarantee that even if he was compared against someone from Blaine's very deepest wet dreams, at least Blaine would be nice about it. Right? Biting his lip, Kurt cleared his throat when Blaine actually stood and went on to do as he was told. He liked that. Blaine just... Hopped to do what Kurt said. Even though it was unfair. Even though it was bossy and terrible and maybe uncomfortable, Blaine did it anyway without question. And why? Was it really just because Kurt had said so? Was it weird to want to kiss someone's belly? Kurt knew for a fact it was a sore point for Blaine-- A point of insecurity, especially when compared against Kurt, who people accused of being just sticks and bones, and was actually pure, toned, lithe muscles-- Hell, you could see his stupid abdominal muscles just from his breathing. Honestly? It was a little inconvenient. Still. Blaine's belly was so appealing to him. Aimlessly, Kurt flicked the lid of the cap on and off, clicking it shut, staying firmly on the bed, eyes wide and on Blaine, watching him strip. And... Then he did. And God, Blaine was gorgeous, rock-hard already and... Kurt actually let out a soft moan, squirming and crossing his legs pointedly, clearing his throat. "Well-- Well what?" He murmured breathlessly, taking in all of Blaine. Slightly-mussed curls, slight scruff, muscle, mostly just skin and-- "You're just-- Come here," Kurt demanded, clearing his throat and straightening his spine, flicking his fingers at Blaine to have him move forward. Kurt reached forward as well, hooking his fingers onto Blaine's bare ass. And then he did what he wanted to-- He promptly nuzzled his face into Blaine's belly, kissing and taking deep breaths, apparently relaxing with each breath. "You're perfect," he promised, smiling and even leaning down to kiss the head of his cock (Which was probably cruel, considering Kurt had no intention of actually touching it for a while) and then stood, unraveling his limbs and nodding down to the bed. "On the bed. Ass in the air. You can pick how you want to do that. I only ask for all fours."

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There was a difference between blowing a boy and fucking him. There was a difference between the Qudditch Pitch and now. Quite frankly, Kurt wasn't entirely sure the Quidditch pitch hadn't just been a very nice, very brave dream. But it had happened, Kurt remembered nearly choking on the crud in his throat, thanks to Blaine himself-- Anyway, still! This was pointedly different! Blaine and Kurt were in a bed, talking about giving one another their virginities. Teenage girls agonized about this moment until they lost it. This was the stuff that entire rated-R movies were based off of. And here they were. Going to do it. Kurt's stomach knotted, and he suddenly felt very worried for himself. Oh dear lord, he was going to mess this up. Which, speaking of, Kurt snapped to attention when Blaine mentioned him being cute when he was flustered. "I-I-- What?" He asked anxiously, "I am not," he finally had the sense to reply with... Flustered. Oh, god, Blaine was going to see him naked. And Kurt wasn't attractive. Not like Blaine. With his chest and the hair and his cute little belly which could be really, really purely hot when it was tensed up and he was laughing, but right now was just a belly and god Kurt loved that belly. And oh, god, that line of hair perfectly connecting bellybutton to down under and sure Kurt had seen his penis before but this was going to be different this was-- Kurt glanced down at himself and could practically hear his heart sink. Yeah. Blaine could do so much better than Kurt. Still, Kurt sat straight when Blaine told him it wasn't in there, and he looked startled at this thought. ...But Blaine had it in his bag. Of course he did. Which.. Meant that he'd had to have had it for a while. Or at least, had been carrying it around for a short amount of time. But carrying it around in case they... "Oh. Right, well. Good. Preparation. Yes, good." Kurt cleared his throat. "S-See me?" He asked, eyes wide, taken aback. But he licked his lips and nodded. "I mean, yeah. I-- I wouldn't mind seeing you, too. I guess, y'know-- I wouldn't. Um. Yeah, no, lets--Ohgodyoujust--" Yeah, he'd just asked that. Staring at the lube by he pillows, something in Kurt came to a conclusion-- Kurt was going to fuck his boyfriend. And not be nervous about it. And it was going to be nice. "I want to be inside of you," Kurt said simply, fiddling with the cap. He bit on his lip, but made no motion to take his own pants off. "...You get naked first. I wanna see you." Kurt's voice still wavered a bit, but he was getting into this groove of bossing Blaine around. Could be fun.

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I could be very good at kung-fu sex. You don't know.

Pretty sure that wouldn’t really work out well for you, so probably for the best. I’m just saying because I’m like twice your size, that’s all. Kung-fu sex attacks wouldn’t really be a good idea.

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And I'm saying that you wouldn't regret it. Same universe. I'm not going to jump your bones to prove a point, you know.

Dude… hypothetical. Hy-po-thet-ic-al.

Woo, geez.

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When Blaine let Kurt simply go to work on his throat, he took full advantage of the allowance. Kurt maneuvered Blaine's throat and what he could get at of his collarbone and jaw with ease, biting and sucking, fully intending to leave a very blatant, very bruised necklace in his wake. Kurt hummed and pressed forward, leaning slightly against Blaine, wondering if he could get Blaine to simply lay back and he could just go from there-- No questions asked or answered. Kurt made a soft mewl of pleasure at the fingers in his hair, and tried to resist his spine from arching like a stupid cat's, but... This was sort of just... How he responded to hands in his hair. You put your hand in Kurt's hair and your dick was going to be sucked. Or you were going to be fucked, or you were going to get off in some way. It was just the responsibility you had once you touched Kurt's hair. Choking on his spit or tongue or... Maybe it was his libido-- Kurt cleared his throat when Blaine so bluntly put words to what he had tried to say, himself. "U-Uh, I mean. Yes, that was-- That was the point of the useless stammering, yes," Kurt said stupidly, staring at Blaine anxiously, as if worried he was going to say no. Which was a likely thing, after all-- Blaine was romantic when he wasn't totally oblivious, and Kurt didn't think he was totally oblivious right now. Especially not after that-- Thoughts left Kurt easily at the hungry kiss, and he whimpered into it, pressing close and returning the kiss, sucking at his lower lip, fingers sliding into the hair at the back of his neck. "I just told you," Kurt pointed out lamely, trying to return the kiss quickly and probably failing. He shifted awkwardly, nose twitching when Blaine tugged at his shirt. It wasn't that Blaine had never seen Kurt shirtless before, it was just that... Kurt was... Sensitive about his stomach. Though, still, he held up his arms and let Blaine pull his shirt off, anxiously smiling in return. "I love you, too," Kurt murmured, looking down at Blaine with his head on his shoulder. But he smiled at the mumble, pleased that he wasn't the only one a bit awkward with wording. Empowered by the revelation that Blaine wanted this, Kurt leaned over, trying not to shudder at the fingers on his abdomen. "Your shirt off, too. Where's the stuff?" He asked, leaning over to reach for his nightstand, tugging open the drawer and beginning to go through it. Vaguely, Kurt wondered if he could get Blaine to walk with a limp tomorrow.

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Originally, it wasn't in the plan to ask. After all, that wasn't generally how 'first times' started. Now, granted, it wasn't like doing this would be so weird. They'd fooled around quite a bit. Once they started, they just hadn't wanted to stop, apparently, which was fine. Actually, it was sort of nice. But still, they'd never really asked those times, just sort of went for it. Something about this was different, however. This was serious. And no, it wasn't romantic or dramatic or any sort of lovely moment, but Kurt just... wanted it. Lord knew it was a long time coming. But if Blaine wanted something nicer, then Kurt would obviously back up and let that happen. Who was  he to dictate how everyone else's first times were? Kurt squeezed Blaine's hips, nails lightly scratching at the skin, not enough to actually hurt him-- Never that much-- but enough to remind Blaine he was there. Kurt tucked his head into Blaine's throat and concentrated his efforts at the junction between his shoulder and neck, sucking and biting at one spot, dragging blood to the surface and glancing down every so often to note the purple bruise forming where his mouth was. Kurt began making his way across the expanse of Blaine's throat, continuing to move as he bit and sucked, humming and leaning forward. His fingers itched to move more, to tug Blaine underneath him and just-- No. No, no, no, Kurt had to answer Blaine's question, first. "I-- You know," Kurt said almost lamely, like a five year old, looking petulantly up at Blaine. How did someone just say something like that? 'I want to fuck you'? Or maybe replace fuck with 'make love'? Still, it was a bit too forward, even for Kurt. "I just-- I know it's not the optimal time I guess, but I--" Kurt moved up to kiss him hard again, not actually aware he was doing it until he was, drawn in by Blaine's tongue, the damn tease. "I love you. And... I want to show you, and--" Kurt pulled away then, hesitating. "There are other ways, I mean, I don't-- Maybe not. I can just... Y'know, give you a blowjob, that's okay." Was it weird they were having this conversation? ....Yeah. Probably definitely.

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Slytherin. Whatever.

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Kurt was a fan of kissing. Specifically, kissing Blaine. Specifically, kissing Blaine hard and for prolonged periods of time. So it would probably be the most correct to say that Kurt was a fan of making out. A lot. He liked to do it. He wanted to do it, and as soon as Blaine turned his head into the kiss, Kurt found himself almost mewling to press closer. His posture straightened and he shifted to face Blaine fuller, hands moving up to comb through Blaine's hair, nails lightly scratching at his scalp. Kurt tugged his hair lightly, leaning forward and pressing his chest against Blaine's as he opened his mouth to Blaine's kiss, sucking at his upper lip before pressing his tongue against Blaine's. It wasn't that Kurt didn't like doing other things, too, which was probably why his hands shifted to Blaine's hips shortly after they finished fiddling with his curls. But still, kissing had a sort of appeal Kurt loved. Particularly in moments like these when his words had decided to very prominently fail him and leave him to the dogs, or fish, or whatever creature wanted to take him. Usually, Kurt was eloquent. He was smooth and calm and charming, and if he wasn't charming he was filled with wit, which was almost as good. If you weren't on the receiving end of it. Pulling back, Kurt licked his lips and pressed another brief kiss to Blaine's lips. "I wanna, um," Kurt's voice wasn't rough yet, but there was definitely promise, as if, yes, it would turn rough soon. Kurt's fingers found their way underneath Blaine's shirt at his hips and he cleared his throat, "Um, I wanna--" Still couldn't get it out. "If I'm-- I'm being too forward, just tell me, but I just--" Kurt made a noise and whined, leaning in to suck at a spot below Blaine's ear, wanting to just preoccupy himself. "I wanna make you feel good, okay?" Kurt finally managed, biting at Blaine's ear lobe gently, tugging at it and kissing along his jaw. "Is that-- Is that okay?" He asked, chancing a look over at him, managing to control his breathing, but not very well.

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Blaine snapped and Kurt's eyes widened, posture stiff, brought to attention by his loud words. It was a very small part of Kurt's brain that smiled smugly and said 'see' in a condescending tone. After all, how many times had they been in this position, only reversed? Where Blaine was apologizing for something stupid or out of control and Kurt had been the one to tell him to see things clearly for once? Kurt was pleased. On the level of his brain that wasn't focused on making Blaine happy. Because Blaine was always sad. He was caring about someone, or hurting in some way, and Kurt, goddammit, was going to make him feel better for fucking once. That was the plan, anyway. But Kurt's eyes were wide on Blaine's when he was forced to look at him and shut up, and he didn't even think to move them for a second. "You don't have to do it," He pointed out. Kurt inhaled deeply and just let himself bathe in Blaine's presence. Corny. Maybe stupidly romantic, but that's what it was. He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead back onto Blaine's and just took a moment to breathe. Not answering his comments with a defense of his own, not moving in to kiss him, as he'd asked, not doing anything but just. Savoring. Because they were together again. It'd been a while since they'd even spoken to one another, but they were, now. They were speaking and with each other, and Kurt would be damned if he wasn't a ten times better human being when he was with Blaine than he was without him. Finally Kurt sighed, "'Kay," he mumbled and leaned forward, cupping Blaine's jaw in his palms and kissing him hard, inhaling sharply through his nose and leaning forward. It was sort of a hybrid kiss-- I Miss You and I'm Sorry. But still, Kurt put whatever words his brain was too stupid to say into the kiss. Or he tried, anyway.

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When was the last time Kurt felt so small? He couldn't honestly remember. It had been forever. Kurt had to have had no bite then. Kurt had always been strong, always. For his father. For Blaine. For his House, for his friends, for every single person since he came to this school. Because that's what he promised himself. Coming to Hogwarts had been an opportunity for Kurt. It had been the chance Kurt needed to remake himself and turn himself into something... More. Something better than the runty kid who was perpetually beaten at school. Something new and strong and present. So sure, the first two years were a bit rocky in achieving that goal, but Kurt would be damned if he hadn't grown into it. But now it was like all of that hard work at been ripped away. Sure, Kurt had broken when he'd been attacked. Sure, he'd been mad and sad and frustrated with Blaine before, but this... This was different. This hurt. In a bad, horrible way. Kurt had dealt with hatred because of his preference before. He had dealt with bigotry. But this wasn't stupid, idle bigots spouting 'faggot' at his back. These were people who had been with Kurt as he'd grown up. These were people who now hated Kurt based on informed decision making. And that? That was... that... Wow. That was a sort of hurt Kurt had never experienced before. Which was why, as soon as Blaine stared acting as if he was the one who had to make Kurt feel better, Kurt immediately began shaking his head. He ducked his head and continued to shake it in his knees, beginning to chant, under his breath, "No, no, no, no, no," as if that would make Blaine stop his opinion from becoming the truth. And then Blaine was making Kurt look at him, and for a moment he felt himself leaning into the touch before he blinked hard to knock himself out of it. "No, don't you see?" Kurt asked, eyes wide, looking over at Blaine as he pressed his hands to Blaine's, on either side of his face. "I wronged you. This talk should be about you, but here I am, making you think that you have to make me feel better. Blaine, I don't deserve to be made to feel better. You should be demanding things and I'll do them." Kurt paused. "Please, tell me to do something. I want to make it up to you. Please, anything. Please?"

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Though, actually, now that I think about it, it's probably a good thing you Puffs won. Lord knows you must need to ego boost. Besides, I think I actually mopped a few floors with you last season, so.. This is fair. Good eye, Britt.

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Yep. Absolutely will be. So glad we talked.

Kurt… c’mon. There will be more games.

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blaine-anderpuff replied to your post: Stupid.

Aw, but it was a good game, though!

Aw, but I don't care.

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Stupid.

Stupid.

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Bullshit you did.