Blaine licked his lips and leaned in slowly towards Kurt, giving him plenty of time to turn his head or push him away but for some reason, Kurt didn't pull away. His mind started racing, trying to rationalise this situation. He known Blaine for like half a day, surely this was going to seem desperate? Was he even ready for this? Kurt look up into Blaine's fiery, warm eyes one last time and just felt comfortable. Also, they were at school so it's not like it could go any further right? Why not let his actual first kiss be with someone as hot as Blaine?

Blaine took one last breath before crashing his lips into Kurt's, firmly but slowly. When Kurt began to kiss back, Blaine seemed to be fuelled as he started to move his lips more forcefully. He traced his tongue along Kurt's lips, asking for entrance and Kurt, without even thinking, parted his mouth to let Blaine in. Blaine tasted surprisingly good, considering he had not long finished smoking. Kurt felt his arms raise up and he draped them around Blaine's neck, allowing one hand to reach up into Blaine's messy curls. Wow, his hair was softer that Kurt's was! Probably not the right situation to ask him about his hair care routine, Kurt thought. His mind was quickly brought back to the present when Blaine gently bit Kurt's lower lip and let it slide through is teeth before pulling away and starting to kiss Kurt's jaw and neck.

Blaine inhaled and could smell the sweet aroma of vanilla, he could almost taste it. He pressed his body firmer against Kurt's, knowing that Kurt would be able to feel his arousal against his own. Blaine knew he couldn't do much more here, but this at least had opened that door. Even though Blaine had never gone all the way with anyone, he was partial to a good hookup and at his old school, he had a bit of a reputation for being a heartbreaker. He didn't mean to hurt anyone but for some reason, people always wanted more from him when he just wanted to have fun. And speaking of fun, Blaine was definitely having some right now. He gently nipped at Kurt's neck with his teeth and pulled back a little, causing Kurt to moan a little at the loss of the sensation. 

Blaine's pants grew tighter as he heard what he was doing to Kurt.

"Told you I'd win." He whispered into Kurt's ear. Blaine's hands began to slip under Kurt's vest top as he moved back into Kurt's soft lips but he felt Kurt tense up a little. Blaine pulled back and looked at him. Kurt opened his eyes and looked a little panicked. 

"I-I should get home." Kurt said as he untangled his hands from Blaine's hair. Blaine pulled his hands back out and placed them on Kurt's waist, gently so Kurt didn't feel that he was restraining him. That would be for a later date. As much as Blaine wanted to keep Kurt there and carry on, he didn't want to scare Kurt off and ruin his chances of seeing what was under his gym clothes. 

"Until next time then. Oh and I meant what I said about my private performance. Wear your uniform next time too, babe." Kurt was once again speechless so he just parted his mouth and took a breath before stepping sideways and out of Blaine's grasp and walking quickly off towards the locker room which was now vacated. Kurt didn't bother getting changed, he just slung his satchel over his shoulder and rushed out towards his car, which he found to be very uncomfortable considering he was still slightly aroused from that very impromptu make out session. He put his bag on the passenger seat and just sat back in his seat thinking about what had happened. Curse his 17 year old hormones for getting out of control. But he really did think Blaine was cute, he has these amazing hazel eyes with flecks of burnt orange in the centre and Kurt found himself entranced by them. Plus, as keen as Blaine was, he was also super gentle when it came to touching Kurt. He talked a good game but Kurt felt how Blaine stopped when Kurt tensed up. Maybe Kurt could get to know Blaine a little more, without the sexual tension getting in the way? Blaine was, after all, the only other seemingly open gay kid he knew and whilst Kurt certainly wasn't using this as the reason to give in, it helped. 

He put the key in the ignition and turned on the engine, ready to drive back home and finally change out of his gym clothes. Kurt pulled into the driveway and saw his was the only car there. He remembered that his Dad was going to be working for another few hours. He got out the car and headed inside. As soon as he got in, he went downstairs and stripped off, getting into the shower to wash off the day. Kurt had sweat more than usual that day, from the homecoming assembly, gym and then, admittedly, the make out session with the mysterious new kid. He let the water run over him as he contemplated his choices. 

...

Blaine watched Kurt walk away (and damn was that a good sight) before deciding to light up another cigarette and walk towards his bike. He hadn't planned on finding a hook up option so soon at his new school but hey, he wasn't going to pass up the opportunity when it was shaking it's fine ass in his face. He thought about this as he strapped on the black metallic helmet and revved up his bike. Blaine began his journey home to Riverside North in Lima. He passed the grand houses as he got closer to his own. He pulled into the long driveway and put his bike in park next to his mother's pristine, white Chrysler then took off his helmet. Blaine took a deep breath and walked into his house. Upon entry, Blaine was greeted by his large living room with dark wood floors, a grand piano to his left and an immaculate cream couch to his right which sat in front of the media wall, home to a big flat screen TV. He kicked his boots off and hung his black denim jacket on the hooks by the door. 

"Blaine? Is that you?" His mother's warm voice sang from the kitchen one room over. 

"Yeah it's me." He replied politely and walked passed the piano to the door which took him into the kitchen. He saw his mother sat at the dining table with a cup of coffee, reading a magazine. She was a small woman of slight stature who had dark curly hair, similar to Blaine's which sat just below her shoulders. Maricar, as she was called, had beautiful deep olive skin which was decorated with a few pieces of gold jewellery. She did not, however, wear a wedding ring. Blaine's parents had not long gotten divorced and he moved to Lima from Westerville with his mother. He walked over and kissed her on the cheek. 

"How was your first day sweetheart?" She asked tentatively. Blaine kept a lot of his life from his mother. She knew he was gay and she accepted it and loved him just the same but he was from a very well respected family who, he was sure, would not approve of some of the choices he made. Although he was sure his Mom would be able to smell the smoke on him, he still did his own laundry to avoid her from spending too much time around it. And he certainly didn't talk to her about the many hook ups he would have. 

"It was fine thank you, a bit of a culture shock from Dalton but the kids seem nice enough. I think they put me in the wrong language class though, we requested Spanish as my second language, right? Well they put me in French." Blaine's mother was Filipino and Blaine was given lessons in Filipino and Spanish growing up as they were the most common languages, other than English, in that culture. His mother felt it was important to raise him with knowledge and respect for his heritage and Blaine always appreciated this. 

"Actually, given that you are proficient in Spanish, I thought it would be good for you to start a new language." She offered thoughtfully. Blaine was very academic, he never struggled in school but that often ended up with him being bored and honestly, that just encouraged him to skip classes and maybe even act out sometimes. Perhaps she was right. Plus, he was partnered with Kurt for French so if ever Blaine needed an excuse to 'hang out' with him, he could say he needed tutoring? Nothing quite like a cliché study date. 

"Oh. Yeah I guess that makes sense. Anyway, how was your day?" He asked, genuinely. Blaine knew that the divorce was tough on his Mom. Blaine's father was always kind of an asshole, someone who kept a clean reputation but, behind closed door (usually the closed door of an expensive hotel) he would sleep with secretaries, assistants and pretty much anyone else in a tight pencil skirt. Blaine knew about his father's torrid affairs and against his better judgement, he did not tell his mother. He knew she would be heartbroken to accept it and more than that, she was scared to be alone. Whilst Blaine was sure she knew as there was no way she didn't notice the makeup stains on his white collars or smell the perfume that had transferred onto him, there was one instance she could simply no longer ignore. On a Friday night, he had come home, late as he usually did on a Friday, and he was not wearing his wedding band. When Maricar pointed his out, Devon (Blaine's father) had reached into his pocket and accidentally pulled out an opened condom wrapper. Blaine had been watching from the couch and his heart sank as he saw his mother come to the realisation that she would have to put her foot down. The fight was epic and ended up with Maricar kicking Devon out for the weekend whilst she got her's and Blaine's affairs in order. Thankfully, Maricar was always very financially independent and she had family money invested which she took out to put a downpayment on a house just under 2 hours away so Blaine could still see his father, if he chose to, but they could still get a fresh start. 

"It was fine, I've just been looking at new investment opportunities today. There's a new development a few miles away and they're looking for investors. The financial advisor says it could be lucrative, what with the population in Lima growing!" Blaine smiled and nodded. He was very grateful that his mother was careful with her money as he knew she did it for him, so that he would have financial security when he was older.

"That's great Mom. Sound's like a great move for you!" She smiled back at her son.

"Anyway, I'm cooking chicken abodo tonight to celebrate your first day at your new school." She stood up and pulled the chicken wings out of the refrigerator. Blaine smiled and thanked her before heading back through the living room and climbing up the large oak staircase to his room. His room was pretty bare as they hadn't lived there for that long but it had enough. His four poster bed was positioned central against the back wall and he had an antique wooden desk that had once belonged to his grandfather to the right of his bed. On the opposite side, he had a large dark wood bookcase that was home to his ever-growing collection of books. Leaning against the book case was an acoustic guitar. Blaine would never admit this to anyone but he would often write songs and play them in the comfort of his room. Not even his mother had heard any of his songs and he would NEVER bring them out to the public. Blaine felt that it was the only time when he was able to truly express how he was feeling. The rest of the time, he was just masking. 

Blaine dropped his backpack on the floor and shut his door behind him. He fell backwards onto his bed and stared up at the ceiling as he thought back to the events of the day. He thought about Kurt and how good he looked in that little cheerleading uniform. How he, without a doubt, was exaggerating his hips a little when he knew Blaine was watching. And his eyes, Kurt had these cool sapphire eyes and seemed to fight the warmth of his own. He absolutely wanted a piece of that but he could tell Kurt was gonna be a challenge. He managed to catch Kurt off guard today and he didn't know how many more opportunities he would have like that. Not a problem, he thought. The chase was all part of the fun and quite frankly, just turned him on more.