A/N: This is it, guys! Thanks for sticking around these last few days to read my little story. I kind of feel sad; it's been my baby for about a week now...I never really wanted to finish it, but I had to. Thank you to those of you who left reviews because YOU have inspired me to keep writing for this wonderful couple. I love you all-enjoy!

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Firsts: Chapter 3

Quickly, Blaine deepened the kiss, laying Kurt on the couch and moving on top of him. Blaine was obviously still hurting, but there was something unfamiliar behind his hazel eyes—an animal kind of need that made Kurt shiver with anticipation.

"I want you," Blaine confessed between searing kisses. "So much. And it scares me because I would die if I hurt you in any way. I feel like, if I let myself go, I won't be able to control my actions." He kissed Kurt fiercely, pouring his passion into the kiss to show Kurt what he was feeling.

"I'm not ready to go all the way, Blaine," Kurt said, looking right into the other boy's eyes. "But that doesn't mean that there aren't other options."

Blaine swallowed, his beautiful eyes widening considerably. "Are you trying to kill me, or is it unintentional?" he asked, smiling and nervously running his fingers through his own curly hair.

"I just want to touch you," Kurt explained, flushing, "and show you how I feel about you. You're always so great…with everything. But, I don't think you really understand how much I physically want you."

And then they were kissing again, hands everywhere at once. Kurt moaned as Blaine cupped his ass in his hands, pulling their hips flush together. "You're so hard," Blaine murmured, grinding his hips against Kurt's.

"I'm not the only one," Kurt panted, feeling Blaine's own arousal press against his through his jeans. "Blaine, are you okay with all of this?"

Blaine smiled blissfully, his eyes dark in arousal. "Yes. I'm more than okay, Kurt. For the first time, I really feel safe." Cupping Kurt's face in his hands, he pressed his lips against the boy's lips, his jaw, his neck, his chest, and finally to the smooth expanse of his stomach, stopping before he did anything that Kurt might regret. "Kurt?" he asked. "Can I…"

Kurt smiled, nodding his head eagerly. "Yes, Blaine. I want you to touch me."

Blaine let out a sigh of relief, pressing his lips to a spot right above Kurt's pants. Slowly, he unbuttoned the jeggings, pulling them down his slim legs. "God, you're gorgeous," he said, staring at Kurt, rosy-faced and thoroughly kissed, sprawled out on the couch. But, when Blaine moved to take Kurt's underwear off, he saw a flash of nervousness pass through his eyes. "Shh. Don't be scared," he murmured, looking up into his eyes, darkened to the color of the stormy sea. "It's not like I haven't seen it all before."

Kurt took a deep breath, trying to relax, and then nodded for Blaine to continue. "Okay," he finally said, trust shining in his eyes. So, without giving Kurt more time to dwell on it, Blaine slowly slid his underwear down his legs and brought his eyes to Kurt's straining erection, studying it with rapt attention.

Kurt wasn't too small and he wasn't too large; he was the perfect size, Blaine observed as he wrapped his hand around him, experimentally pumping up and down the shaft a few times. When Kurt made a low, moaning sound, Blaine took it as a sign of encouragement, pumping faster and harder.

As Blaine focused his attentions on pleasuring Kurt, he quickly glanced up at the other boy's face to gauge his reactions. His eyes were closed tightly and his head was thrown back in ecstasy. His breathing was shallow and quick, and he moaned softly every few seconds. Before Kurt could notice a change, Blaine replaced his hand with his lips, slowly taking most of Kurt's cock in his mouth. Kurt's eyes shot open, and he released the most wonderful, musical moan that Blaine had ever heard. Blaine smiled as he sucked, Kurt's moans inspiring him to hum the chorus of "Teenage Dream" around his cock.

You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream, the way you turn me on.

Kurt started to twitch in his mouth, and Blaine took that as a sign to rub the head of Kurt's erection with his tongue. He brought his hand to the base of the shaft, giving attention to what he wasn't able to fit in his mouth. "Blaine!" Kurt cried, reflexively grabbing onto the back of Blaine's head. "I'm going to…"

Blaine nodded, doubling his efforts as Kurt's orgasm hit him, his cock throbbing against his tongue. Kurt groaned as his hips thrust forward and he came in the back of Blaine's throat, long spurts that Blaine swallowed greedily. Blaine continued to suck on Kurt's cock until the other boy's hips stopped their involuntary movements. When Kurt was spent, Blaine placed a light kiss to the head of his cock, crawling up his body to snuggle into his neck.

"How was that?" he nervously whispered to Kurt, pressing light kisses against his neck.

Opening his beautiful eyes, Kurt turned to Blaine, his mouth falling open in shock. "Oh my god, how can you even say that?" he asked. "You're amazing. That was literally the most mind-blowingly erotic experience of my entire life, and the most selfless thing that anyone's ever done for me. Did I mention that I love you?"

Blaine smiled with pride, holding Kurt close. "That means the world to me, Kurt," he said softly, really wanting nothing more than for his boyfriend to be happy and satisfied. "Are you going to fall asleep?" Blaine knew that these things were liable to make a guy pretty damn tired and, if Kurt wanted to rest, he wasn't going to argue.

"No, I'm fighting the urge," Kurt said, pressing a kiss to the top of his curly head of hair. "I'm really just working on regaining my senses of speech and movement, but I am totally planning on repaying the favor as soon as I do."

"Kurt," Blaine started, "as much as I selfishly want you to do just that, go to sleep if you need to. I understand—you've had a long day. I'll just take a cold shower and then I'll be good as new!"

"Blaine, it's not a chore. I want to do this," Kurt said, sighing at his boyfriend's imperceptivity. "Gosh, most people would jump at the chance to have their more-than-willing boyfriend give them head…but not you, apparently."

Blaine sighed, cursing himself for screwing everything up. "I'm sorry, babe," he finally admitted, pecking Kurt's lips. "I guess I'm just feeling kind of self-conscious."

"Blaine!" Kurt exclaimed, sitting up. "Didn't you just tell me to stop being nervous because it was nothing you hadn't seen before? The same thing applies here."

Blaine only looked down, recalling his own words to Kurt. "I know. I'm a hypocrite….nothing new." He took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet scent of Kurt's silky hair. "Okay. I just want you to know that I've never let anybody do this to me before."

"Why me, then?" Kurt asked softly, genuinely curious to hear the answer.

Blaine stopped for a moment, thinking. "Well, for a lot of reasons. You put up with my Harry Potter obsessions. You make me feel better when I don't think anything else can. You pick up the phone, even when I call you in the middle of your moisturizing routine. You're absolutely beautiful—especially your eyes. They change color depending on what you're wearing, you know? And I guess I can see that you actually want to, and you're not just doing something to get brownie points." He shrugged, absentmindedly drawing circles with his fingertips on the other boy's chest.

"And don't forget the most important reason: I love you," Kurt breathed, leaning in to kiss him softly. "I want to make you feel wonderful. But, really, I should be the one concerned here because I've never done this before."

Blaine sighed. "Kurt, there is absolutely no reason why you should be nervous," he said, lifting the boy's chin up. "I literally had a hard time not coming in my pants when we were kissing earlier. And that sounds crude and vulgar, but it's the truth."

Kurt's lips opened slightly, in shock. "I really have that effect on you?" he asked innocently.

Blaine chuckled, a dark, sultry look gracing his features. Eyes smoldering, he took Kurt's hand and placed it on the large bulge in his jeans. "That answer your question?" he asked, feeling himself harden under the heat and slight pressure of Kurt's hand.

Kurt didn't reply, but moved his fingers slightly, gripping Blaine through the thick material of his jeans, his mouth open slightly in a way that looked almost wanton. "Tell me if you need me to stop, or if you feel uncomfortable in any way," he said breathlessly, feeling Blaine's heart rate increase under the splayed-out fingers of the hand on his chest.

Blaine nodded in agreement, gasping when Kurt's small fingers found the head of his cock through his jeans. "Babe," he moaned, squirming slightly, "you can take them off."

Kurt smiled, quickly unbuttoning and unzipping Blaine's jeans and pulling them off of his muscular legs. Kurt ran his hands back up his legs, feeling the wonderful definition of his muscles, and finally reached his hips. Blaine smiled down at him, granting him permission to remove his clothing. "You're gorgeous too," he said, when he had finally pulled Blaine's boxers down, releasing his erection. Blaine was rather well-endowed, to say the least, for someone who was only five feet and seven inches tall.

Looking up at Blaine through his long lashes, Kurt slowly brought his lips to the tip of the other boy's cock, kissing him lightly, darting his tongue out to taste the drop of liquid that had already leaked out. Blaine's hands immediately went to the back of Kurt's head, tangling in his silky hair as he let out a strangled moaning sound.

"God, Kurt. Please don't stop," he said, moaning as the other boy lowered his head, taking more of his thick cock into his mouth and sucking gently. Blaine had never felt such an intense, sexual need inside of himself before, but he was having a lot of firsts with Kurt.

Blaine tried to keep himself in check, but it was getting more and more difficult to do so. Kurt's movements only became more arousing as time went on, especially when he added his hands into the mix, generously pumping the base of Blaine's cock with one and fondling his balls with the other. When Kurt's tongue flicked his head, he felt a familiar feeling build up inside of him.

"Kurt, babe," Blaine groaned, fisting his fingers in his hair. "I'm not going to last much longer. Don't feel like you need to swallow, okay?"

But Kurt didn't respond, except to look up into Blaine's eyes as he sucked on his cock; at that moment, Kurt was quite possibly the sexiest thing that Blaine had ever seen. "Fuck," Blaine cursed as Kurt added more pressure, his hips involuntarily jerking forward. "Sorry," he said, wincing at the possibility of hurting his boyfriend. But, instead of pulling away, Kurt took as much of Blaine's cock into his mouth as he could manage. Blaine watched, groaning loudly, as Kurt sucked on him, feeling himself hit the back of the boy's throat and his gag reflex kick in.

Blaine finally came, a euphoric feeling coursing through his body. "Ugh, I'm...fuck. Kurt!" he cried, trying to control his jerking hips as he released his load in his boyfriend's mouth. Kurt swallowed it all, still sucking on Blaine's cock as he rode out his release. Finally, Blaine collapsed back on the couch, his eyes closing in ecstasy.

Just as Blaine had done earlier, Kurt crawled up his boyfriend's limp body, snuggling against him happily. "That alright?" he whispered, placing small kisses on his warm skin.

Blaine opened his beautiful eyes and kissed Kurt softly. "You are the most amazing, beautiful man in the world," he said simply, smiling, and then laughed softly. "Especially when you have my cum on your face." He picked his shirt up from the floor, turning to Kurt, and dabbed lightly at the side of his mouth.

"I doubt I can compete with Ewan McGregor in your eyes. But thanks," Kurt said, blushing, captivated by the look shining in Blaine's eyes. "I hope I made that a good first for you."

Blaine chuckled, throwing his shirt to the floor and pulling Kurt snugly into his arms. "Kurt, it was perfect," he said, kissing the top of his head and tucking Kurt's head under his chin.

"You're perfect," he responded, pressing his lips to Blaine's chest. "Thanks for teaching me that do-overs are possible."

"Anytime," Blaine murmured, his eyes starting to flutter closed.

"Besides, we can have other real firsts together someday," Kurt continued, apparently not tired at all. "Like performing at Nationals, going to college, getting jobs…"

Blaine smiled as he thought about the future. In every scenario, he imagined them together. "Getting married," he said softly.

Kurt flushed again, the rosy color spreading across his cheekbones. "It's not even legal in Ohio yet," he said sadly, thinking how ignorant and homophobic their world could be. "Or most places, except for a few very liberal New England states."

"It will be soon, if I have anything to say about it," Blaine said defiantly, holding Kurt fiercely against him, as if he would never let him go. "From now on, it's you and me and whoever else wants to fight with us against the world."

Kurt smiled. "I could get used to that," he said, standing up and attempting to pull Blaine along by the hand.

"Hey!" Blaine exclaimed, frowning at the loss of Kurt's warmth. "Where are you going?"

"Getting some pajamas for you," Kurt explained, bending over in front of the dresser to look through his drawers. Blaine swallowed, looking away quickly. Kurt was way too appealing for his own good.

"And why, Mr. Hummel, do I need pajamas?" Blaine asked, laughing. "I'm perfectly fine with having no clothes on. In fact, I think I look-"

"Let me guess, you think you look supermegafoxyawesomehot?" Kurt asked, laughing when Blaine pouted, suggesting that he had pulled the words right out of his mouth. "That may be true, but I don't want to be the one to explain this to my dad when he gets home from work. And besides, there's one first that I still want to have tonight." Kurt walked over to Blaine, handing him one of his larger t-shirts and stretchy sweatpants, before putting on his own pajamas.

"Oh yeah? What's that?" Blaine asked, slipping his boxers on and then following with the clothes that Kurt had brought him.

"I've never had a sleepover with a boy before!" Kurt said ecstatically, a big, infectious smile on his face. "Dad was always fine with it, but no other parents wanted their kids to have a sleepover with a boy who only wanted a pair of sensible heels for his third birthday."

"I think that's adorable," Blaine said, smiling as he thought about Kurt as a little kid. "And of course I'll stay over. I'm a little confused, though…what does one do at a Kurt Hummel slumber party?"

Kurt looked to be deep in thought as he took Blaine's hand, leading him to his large, comfortable bed. "Oh, you know…make ice cream sundaes, paint our nails, make out, talk about boys, and actually watch Harry Potter this time."

Blaine grinned. "What was that middle one?" he asked, climbing on the bed and making himself comfortable.

"Takeout," Kurt said innocently. "I know how much you like Chinese food."

"I like you more. More than Chinese food, and even more than Ewan McGregor," Blaine argued, laughing, and suddenly he was on top of him under the covers, kissing him deeply.

Kurt's life was far from perfect—Rachel always got the solos in glee club, and Karofsky was still out to get him. He was still broke after splurging on a pair of Jimmy Choos, and his favorite jacket was still stained from one too many cherry slushies. But he had Blaine—Blaine, whose bright hazel eyes could see into his soul. Blaine, who kissed like an angel. Blaine, who touched him like he was the most beautiful, sacred thing in the world.

And, for the first time in a very long time, Kurt Hummel was truly happy.