Well, I didn't really expect this one to be done quite so soon, but I've gotten some really awesome reviews for this story, and you know what they say, reviews make the world go round. What, they don't say that? Oh.

Anyways, to be honest, I'm kinda sad that this series is done because I really enjoyed writing it, but this is really all I had planned for it so... I'm just gonna stop blabbering now and let you read it... Enjoy :)

Blaine had created a monster. A sexy, lascivious, carnal monster. He hadn't realized quite what he was doing when he decided to introduce Kurt Hummel to the... ehm... finer things in life. Kurt 'baby penguin' Hummel, who had previously vehemently refused to watch porn, blushed furiously at even the hint of sexy, and stuck his fingers in his ears when you tried to talk to him about it was now a voracious sex fiend. Well, not in the literal sense, seeing as how they hadn't exactly had sex yet; but in everything up to that final hurdle he was insatiable.

Not that Blaine was complaining; oh no, he wasn't complaining one little bit. All of the other guys were always complaining about their sex lives: Rachel didn't put out for Finn, Puck had already slept with most of the girls in the school and was getting bored, Artie didn't have a girlfriend, Tina had to be 'in the mood' and Mike didn't always know how to get that done. Blaine would just nod sympathetically, letting them all assume he was in the same boat, because everyone knew Kurt was a prude. If only they knew. If only Finn knew that they had gotten busy in every room in the Hudson-Hummel house. If only Puck knew that they had made out in more places in the school than he had. If only Mike knew that Kurt was always 'in the mood'. Sure, they might not want exactly what Blaine had, but that didn't mean they wouldn't be jealous.

So yeah, Blaine had it good. And he was glad that they hadn't taken that last step quite yet. He wanted it to be special, perfect. Kurt deserved that much. It was with this in mind that he planned out their weekend when they had Blaine's house completely to themselves, which happened to coincide with their six-month anniversary as a couple. So he planned a cliché romantic dinner for the two of them, complete with candles, flowers, the whole works. Blaine had to admit, he was pretty damn proud of himself.

"This was lovely, Blaine," Kurt sighed as they stood next to Blaine's bed, holding each other.

"Was? It's not over yet." He nuzzled Kurt's cheek, tenderly kissing the corner of his mouth while running his fingers down the opposite cheek.

"Mmm, I was hoping you'd say that."

"I love you, Kurt Hummel."

"I love you, Blaine Anderson." Their mouths met lightly, brushing then pulling away ever so slightly.

Blaine ran his fingers through Kurt's hair, then down the back of his head and neck. "I love your face," he kissed each of Kurt's eyebrows, his nose, and another light peck on the lips. "I love your personality," several kisses along his jaw line. "I love your body." He trailed his hand softly down Kurt's chest and abdomen, resting on his hip. "I love everything about you."

"Oh God, Blaine." Kurt reached down for Blaine's pants, but he stopped him and Kurt frowned.

"Uh uhn. Tonight isn't about getting down and dirty. Tonight is about romance." He dipped his head down, millimetres from Kurt's ear. "My love."

Kurt shivered, more so from anticipation of what he thought was coming than from the hot breath caressing his ear, and laid a peck just below Blaine's ear. "I like romance."

"Kurt, I… tonight I wanted to… well, we should talk about…" Blaine didn't know what was wrong with him. It's not that he was uncomfortable talking about sex with Kurt, but he had just finished saying that tonight was about romance, and he couldn't figure out how to say 'I want to have sex with you' in a romantic way. He blushed slightly, looking down at his feet.

Kurt found Blaine's utter lack of his usual dapper, self-assured manner completely adorable, and decided to save him from himself in the way he knew best; through song. "Let's go all the way tonight," he sang softly.

Blaine looked up and met his eyes again, smiling shyly. "No regrets."

"Just love," they sang together, laughing at their own corniness.

It eased the tension, and Blaine wished that was the only thing he needed to say, but it wasn't. "I have, umm… well just in case you…"

Again, Kurt knew exactly what Blaine was trying to say before he said it, and he put a finger to his lips to quiet him. "Blaine, you're my first."

"You're my first, too." They both knew it, but it needed to be said.

"I guess we're good then," Kurt said, dismissing the need for a prophylactic.

With all of the clumsy conversation out of the way, Blaine relaxed noticeably, pulling Kurt in for a deep, passionate kiss. He brought his hand up, fingers lightly fluttering along Kurt's jaw as his other arm wrapped around Kurt's waist, pulling his body in tight. Kurt moved his hands in between them to remove Blaine's bowtie and begin unbuttoning his shirt. Blaine moved his face down to the crook of Kurt's neck, kissing the sensitive pale skin softly, as he slid both hands up Kurt's shirt, moving his head away just long enough to pull it over his head. They moved closer again, bare chest pressed against bare chest, Kurt's arms around Blaine's neck, Blaine's hands resting on Kurt's hips.

They kissed again, a tender, chaste kiss, but one so full of emotion it brought tears to Blaine's eyes. "I don't know what I would ever do without you," he whispered, pressing his forehead into Kurt's.

"You don't ever have to worry about that," Kurt whispered back, "You will always have me."

"Always and forever?"

"Even longer."

Blaine slid his hands around to the front of Kurt to remove his pants. Finally naked, Blaine lifted Kurt up and laid him gently on the bed, before removing his own pants. "Mmm, my very own Adonis," Kurt mumbled, gazing at Blaine's perfectly sculpted body through heavy-lidded eyes.

Blaine's cheeks went rosy. "I don't think Adonis was this short," he joked.

"What you lack in height you certainly make up for in other areas." The direction of his gaze, and the way he nibbled his lower lip, left no doubt as to what Kurt was referring to.

Blaine grinned, lying down on the bed alongside Kurt. With one hand he traced Kurt's hairline, the edges of his face, his lips, his neck. With the other he made small circles on Kurt's lower abdomen, lightly stroked his full erection, gently cupped his sac. He reached his hand back slightly further, and with one finger massaged Kurt's entrance. Kurt gasped and clenched slightly from the unexpected, but not unwelcome, sensation, looking at Blaine with dilated eyes. No words needed to be passed between them, Kurt just nodded and that was it. This was going to happen. Blaine pulled away from Kurt briefly to reach over into the drawer of his nightstand, pulling out a bottle of lube. He generously coated his fingers then took up his previous position, gently circling the tight muscles. Blaine nibbled on Kurt's lips then dipped his tongue into his mouth, using familiar techniques to make him relax. When he felt it working, Blaine slowly inserted his finger into Kurt's hole up to the first knuckle, feeling the tight muscles constrict around it.

"You okay, love? Just relax." Blaine kissed Kurt's scrunched up eyebrows, then travelled down to his neck, his chest.

"Mhmm, I'm trying." The feeling was odd, but not unpleasant. Kurt tried to focus on relaxing the muscles but it was easier said than done.

"I know, baby, you're doing so good," Blaine cooed as he worked his way down to Kurt's quivering erection, "Maybe just don't try so hard?" He took Kurt in his mouth sucking lightly. Kurt moaned, and Blaine felt him relaxing. He pushed his finger in all the way, then slowly started pumping it in and out. Blaine twirled his tongue around the sensitive tip then, relaxing his throat, took Kurt's full length in his mouth, and Kurt twined his fingers in Blaine's hair, panting beneath him. When Blaine thought that Kurt was ready, he added a second finger to the first, changing the angle slightly. According to Blaine's research, if he curled them like this—

"OH, fuck, Blaine," Kurt cried out, pushing himself down onto Blaine's fingers. Bingo. Blaine grinned smugly as Kurt whimpered and thrashed below him, trying to recreate the sensation. Blaine curled his fingers against the bundle of nerves again, eliciting a sharp, wordless cry from Kurt. He began pumping the two fingers in and out, being sure to brush against the pleasure center each time, and worked his way with his mouth back up his lovers lithe body.

"Kurt, you are so beautiful," he murmured, leaving a trail of wet kisses across his chest. "You are so perfect."

"Blaine," he cried, tugging on Blaine's hair to pull him in for a deep kiss. "I love you so much. Oh, god, Blaine. More, please," he whimpered.

Blaine complied, inserting a third finger into Kurt's hole, noticing that he didn't take nearly as long to acclimate. He figured Kurt was just about ready for him. "I love you too." Their mouths met again, a tender mix of breath and lips and tongue as Blaine continued to stretch him.

"Blaine, baby, I need you… I need you inside me," Kurt choked out.

He didn't need to be told twice; Blaine adjusted his position so he was between Kurt's spread legs, and positioned his cock at Kurt's slick entrance. "Are you ready, my love?"

"Please, Blaine," he whined.

Blaine pushed in slowly, so slowly so as to not hurt Kurt. The pale boy winced slightly from the sting, but it wasn't as bad as he was expecting; Blaine had prepared him well. He was so tight, and Blaine wanted nothing more than to slam his full length into Kurt's tight hole, but he couldn't, he couldn't hurt him. "Oh God, baby, you feel so good. Ungh." Blaine was in such ecstasy, he figured it would be totally fine if he just died right now. On second thought, maybe not; Kurt would be pissed.

"Blaine, shit, unh." Kurt was far past making complete sentences as he writhed and moaned beneath Blaine. The pain and discomfort was mostly gone, and Kurt just wanted, needed, more of Blaine inside him. He pushed his hips up and at the same time dug his fingers into Blaine's ass and pulled him down. Blaine got the hint and with one final thrust he was finally entirely inside Kurt. He leaned down to kiss Kurt tenderly, then started moving his hips, thrusting in and out. "Blaine, oh, Blaine."

Something was wrong here; Kurt shouldn't be able to make coherent words right now. Blaine adjusted their positions and thrust in hard and suddenly Kurt was screaming and that was much bett—"Holy Jesus!" Blaine cried because Kurt just dug his nails across his hips, and Blaine thinks he drew blood but, "Fuck," he doesn't care because, "Shit," it felt good. Kurt is squirming and thrashing under him, and he's reaching a hand toward his own cock, but Blaine swats it away and takes the thick, swollen member in his own hand, jerking it in time with his snapping hips. It only takes a few strokes, and then Kurt is shooting his cum all over both of their chests; his whole body is quivering and his muscles are contracting hard around Blaine's still thrusting cock, because Blaine isn't ready for this to be over yet. That is, until Kurt, mewling from the overstimulation, swipes his finger through the cum on Blaine's chest and sticks it in his mouth, sucking on the digit as he eye-fucks Blaine. And yup, that's it, Blaine is done. He is filling Kurt's ass with his seed, two more thrusts for good measure, and he collapses on top of Kurt. They lay there for a few moments, a sticky, sweaty pile of sex, until Blaine finally finds the energy to roll off of Kurt, groaning, with Kurt whining at the sudden emptiness he felt.

"I, that was… wow," Blaine mumbled reverently.

"Articulate as ever, Mr. Anderson."

"Shut up."

"You gonna make me?" Kurt teased, and when did he get so sassy? Oh right, he was always sassy.

"Kurt, if I ever recover from this I'm going to fuck your mouth so hard you won't be able to talk for a week." Blaine didn't know where that came from and now he's worried that he took it too far because Kurt is just staring at him…

"Promise?" he asks with a coy smile and a glint in his eye.

"Shit, Kurt, you are going to be the death of me."

"You love it."

"I do."

Wow, I really don't know where that ending came from but damn, boys, you are going to be the death of me.