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Nobody Says No To Kurt Hummel Part Twelve

"Greetings, McKinley High, this is your beloved senior class president, Kurt Hummel, wishing you a satisfactory Monday morning. Here's what's new. Once again our guidance counsellor, Ms Pilsbury, urges you all to join the Celibacy Club, which is in dire need of members. Whether you're a virgin looking to hold on to your innocence, need to make up for a few years of sordid wrongdoings, or just looking for a break from sexual activity, the Celibacy Club is the place for you! Ms Pilsbury's words, not mine. An immaculate sign-up sheet is on your nearest notice board, but I've been told to inform you all that you should wash your hands before signing it.

"In more important news, a big congrats goes out to me and my two time National Show Choir Championship winning Glee Club, the New Directions, for our outstanding triumph at Saturday's Regionals competition, where we slaughtered the admirable Dalton Academy Warblers and the not at all stupidly named Aural Intensity. And a special shout-out to my wonderful boyfriend, Blaine Anderson, for his particularly incredible solo which, if the swooning girls in the front row were anything to go by, definitely gave us the edge. Bravo, baby. I think it's time to start making some more room in that trophy cabinet because I smell another first place at Nationals. And to celebrate our success myself and the Glee Club will be putting on a little show in the auditorium at the end of the day which all our welcome to.

"And finally, the senior Prom is edging every closer, Titans, and it's time to start voting for your 2012 Prom King and Queen. Or, in the case of myself and my lovely boyfriend and running mate, Blaine Anderson, Prom King and King. So get voting, guys. The polls don't close until Prom night itself and, not to be terribly biased or anything, but I would look all kinds of awesome in crown. This is your senior class president, Kurt Hummel, signing out and wishing you a relatively pleasant Monday."

It had been months since our first date do-over, and my relationship with Blaine was better than I ever could have imagined. It was probably the longest I'd ever been with the same person and I used to think that nothing could be more depressing, but I'd never been happier. At first Blaine became popular just by association. Everyone saw him with me and knew that he couldn't be messed with – only Santana was allowed to say anything rude to him because that's just how she spoke to everyone. But soon he didn't need to be by my side to be popular.

Rachel gave up one of her numerous solos so he could sing at Sectionals and it had gone down a storm. And then he'd gotten the lead in the school musical, where he finally got to be the Tony to Rachel's Maria, and tickets had sold out every night. He soon became well known as one of the most talented members of the Glee Club, up there with me, Rachel and Mercedes. Blaine's dorky dress sense even started a bit of a trend among the guys in school, especially the freshman. It soon became impossible to walk down the hall without spotting bowties, Capri pants and exposed ankles, and the boys locker room now smelt strongly or hair gel as well as cheap body spray and crotch sweat. Blaine and I were the new power couple of McKinley High and we were a shoe-in to become the school's first ever Prom King and King.

But it wasn't just about the popularity. No really, it wasn't. I was happier than ever because I finally had the boyfriend I'd always wanted – someone to walk down the hall with hand in hand, someone I had everything in common with, and someone who loved me not just because I was Head Cheerio, senior class president and a show choir star, but just because I was me.

And before you ask, yes, I did love him too. I loved him more than all the clothes in my closet and every trophy I'd ever won combined. No matter how many guys checked me out as I walked down the hall in my Cheerios uniform, no matter how many times Puckerman gave me the eye during Glee Club, and no matter how often Karofsky and Azimio flirted with me as I yelled at them for tossing nerds into the dumpster, Blaine was the only guy for me. He was the only person I wanted to be with and I wasn't going to let anything mess us up. I mean, I didn't blame all those guys for still wanting me even though I was now completely unobtainable – if anything, being so unobtainable just made them all want me more. They were only human and if I was them I'd want to fuck me too. But I was happily spoken for, thank you very much. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

That weekend Blaine's parents were once again out of town – they hardly ever seemed to be home – so we were making out on his bed without any fear of interruption. He really was the most amazing kisser on the planet, but kissing was about all we'd done. I wasn't complaining or anything. I didn't want to do anything to make Blaine uncomfortable, no matter how often I just wanted to rip off his dorky outfit and ravish him. And, as Blaine himself had said when I pointed this out (and I couldn't believe my ears when he did), that's why they invented masturbation. But tonight's make out session went above and beyond the usual. He was on top of me, grinding against my thigh, kissing me harder than ever and actually moaning into my mouth. I was so turned on I could've died.

"Kurt," he sighed against my lips. "I... I love you... so much..."

"Mmmm, I love you too..." I murmured back, running my fingers through his thankfully gel-less hair.

He kissed his way down my jaw, nuzzling my neck and sucking on the sensitive skin just below my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. He was such a fast learner when it came to what made me moan.

"Kurt," he said again, kissing and sucking my neck. "I'm ready."

His mouth on my skin felt so good that it took me a second to realise what he'd said. "Huh?"

"I'm ready," he whispered in my ear. "I want you, Kurt. I want us to... go all the way."

I sat up, pushing him back a little and looking right into his eyes.

"Are – are you sure?" I asked nervously.

"Definitely," he said, nodding. His eyes were dark with lust, the pupils so dilated that I could barely see the startling hazel.

A small voice in my head said 'Finally...' but it was completely drowned out by another voice, a much loudly one that was currently screaming and sobbing with joy. Blaine had wanted his first time to be special and meaningful, he'd wanted it to be with the guy he was completely in love with and trusted. And I was that guy. For the first time in my entire life I was so happy that I actually wanted to cry. I cupped Blaine's face in my hands and planted a soft kiss on his lips.

"I'm going to make this perfect for you, baby," I said.

He grinned adorably, before our lips met again and he moved us so I was on top of him, nestled between his legs. Our making our with deep and sensual, our tongues exploring each other's mouths as he held me close and I caressed his thighs. Our hips moved at the same time, almost unconsciously, and when the bulges in our jeans rubbed together we both groaned into each other's mouths. Our lips finally separated so I could pull his t-shirt over his head, revealing a toned, slim and slightly hairy body underneath. Blaine started undoing the buttons of my shirt, his fingers fumbling so much that I had to help him out in the end, and his let out a gasp as his eyes raked over my smooth, pale chest.

"You're beautiful, Kurt," he said in awe, running his hands tentatively over my arms.

I was used to only being called 'hot' in these kinds of situations. Being seen as beautiful was still wonderfully unusual, and was made all the more amazing by the way it sounded coming from Blaine. I laid him back down on the bed, kissing his jaw and his neck, sucking on his earlobe and licking his Adam's apple, before moving down to his collarbone. I made my way down his chest, kissing and biting and licking and tasting, feeling his thumping heartbeat, his deep moans making me shiver. When I caught one of his small nipples in my mouth, sucking on it gently, he cried out and arched his back, throwing his head back against the pillow. So apparently my baby had very sensitive nipples... fantastic. I licked, sucked and nibbled on them, moving from one to the other as Blaine made some of the sexiest noises I had ever heard; deep growls and high whimpers that would put a porn star to shame.

"Oh God, Kurt... ahh... that's – that's so... ohhh... so amazing... oh my God... oh my fucking God..."

He whined in disappointment when my mouth moved away from his now very hard nipples, but I just had to taste the rest of him. I kissed my way down his stomach, grazing my teeth against the gorgeous 'V' of his hips, savouring his salty sweat, until I reached the waistband of his jeans. He looked down at me with nervous excitement, as I undid his pants, pulling them off with his underwear in one go.

"Wow," I said with a smirk, looking down at his thick, leaking cock. My baby was impressive.

Blaine grinning, his face bright red, and watched in awe as I took off my own jeans and underwear. He let out a little gasp as he looked at my body and I tried not to feel too smug about it. He pulled me down on top of him again, kissing me sensually and wrapping his legs around my hips, the both of us letting out a moan as our erections rubbed together. We rutted and kissed for a while until our lips finally separated, both of us breathless and sweaty.

"So how do you want to do this?" I whispered.

"Like... like this," Blaine said timidly, his thighs tightening around my waist a little bit.

"You mean you want to bottom?" I asked. "Are you sure?"

He nodded with a bashful little smile. "Yeah, I'm sure. Whenever I've imagined being intimate for the first time it's been just like this. You don't mind, do you?"

"No, not at all," I said, maybe a little too quickly. "It's just... I've never actually been on top before. Nobody's ever wanted me like that. It's like my first time all over again."

"How?" he said, stroking the hair on the nape of my neck.

"It's my first time not being on the bottom," I said quietly. "My first time having sex that's actually meaningful and with someone I really care about. My first time making love... as opposed to just fucking."

Blaine smiled, stroking my cheek, and lifted his head to kiss me.

"It's an honour to be your first, sweetheart," he said softly.

"I'll be gentle with you," I chuckled, kissing him again.

I was pleasantly surprised to find some condoms and a bottle of lubricant in Blaine's bedside cabinet. Apparently he was so sure that he was ready to lose his virginity that he'd been stocked up for a while. I slicked up my fingers with some lube, Blaine spreading his legs for me in anticipation, and I gently teased his hole with the tip of my finger, covering it in the cool liquid. He hissed as I pushed one finger slowly inside him, clinging onto my arms and biting his bottom lip.

"Am I hurting you?" I asked anxiously.

"A little," he said shakily, shutting his eyes. "But don't... don't stop..."

I kissed his neck as I twisted my finger, pushing it in and out of his incredibly tight hole until his muscles relaxed enough for me to add a second finger inside him. Blaine trembled under me as I scissored my fingers to stretch him out, still hissing in pain but pushing down onto my hand at the same time. I thrust my fingers faster and deeper, wanting him to be as prepared as possible. He cried out and clenched around my fingers once I touched his prostate, moaning my name when I added a third finger and stretched him out even more.

"You should see yourself, baby," I whispered as I fingered him. "You look so gorgeous like this, all breathless and sweaty and falling apart. Are you ready for me, love?"

Blaine seemed beyond words and just nodded, whimpering in disappointment when I removed my fingers. I grabbed a condom and rolled it onto my throbbing erection. Seeing Blaine so completely turned on had made me rock hard, and just slicking myself up with some more lube made me moan a little. I positioned myself between Blaine's legs, catching his lips in a hard kiss as I very slowly pushed my cock into his opening. His whimpered into my mouth, holding me tighter, and I stopped every now and again to give him time to get used to the intrusion. Finally I was all the way inside him, squeezed so wonderfully tight that I had to bury my face in his neck for a second just to catch my breath. I easily could have come straight away, but I definitely wasn't going to let that happen.

"Kurt," Blaine said breathlessly. "Are... are you okay?"

"I was about to ask you that," I chuckled into his neck. "I just... I need a minute... holy shit, you feel so good, Blaine..."

"Mmm, so do you," he sighed, wrapping his legs around my hips again.

We held each other for a while until I finally calmed down enough to start moving. I pulled almost all the way out and thrust back into him, slow and cautious because I really didn't want to hurt him. As we continued to move like this, slow and steady, Blaine raked his fingers through my hair, pulling my head out of his neck so we could kiss in the same slow and sensual way that our love-making was going. It felt unbelievable. It was like time was standing still, like me and Blaine were the only two people in the world. So this was what I was missing back in my meaningless conquest days...

One perfectly angled thrust made me hit his prostate and he cried out, moaning my name and bucking his hips forward quicker.

"Oh my God, Kurt, more... so good... ahhh... don't stop... more... ohhh... more..."

I hooked my arm around one of his legs, lifting it so it was over my shoulder, and thrust into him harder and faster. His fingernails dragged down my arms as his moans and cries became louder and louder. I knew that I was close to the edge. I felt so incredible and I could feel that tidal wave about to crash over me, but I wanted him to come first. I wrapped my hand around his leaking cock, spreading his hot pre-come around his crown with my thumb and stroking him in time with my hard thrusts. Blaine was completely falling apart, losing himself in the pleasure. It was beautiful to watch.

"Oh Kurt... oh God, Kurt... don't stop... I'm so, so close... oh fuck, don't stop!"

"Come for me, Blaine... mmm... come for me, baby..."

Blaine threw his head back, clinging onto the headboard with all his might as he finally erupted all over my hand and his stomach, screaming my name. He was bucking erratically against me, his ass clenching tight around my cock, and that was all it took for my orgasm to hit me, and it hit like ton of bricks. I thrust messily into him, coming so hard that I was seeing stars, so hard that I was pretty sure that my heart actually stopped at one point, until I eventually collapsed on top of him, completely spent.

With what little energy we had, we cleaned ourselves up and covered ourselves in the duvet, holding each other in the afterglow. I had never seen Blaine look so perfectly happy; his skin still glowing with sweat, his dark curls damp and loose, and the most blissful smile on his face as he looked at me with those startling hazel eyes. He was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I'd also never noticed just how pretty his eyelashes were, but I decided against saying that out loud. It sounded creepy enough in my head. We wrapped our arms around each other, his head nestled in the crook of my neck – we fit together like a jigsaw.

"I've never been one for snuggling afterwards," I said, stroking his hair. "But this is nice."

I felt him sigh against me. "Yeah, it is."

"So how do you feel, love?" I asked gently.

"Sore," he chuckled. "But mainly... wonderful. It was just what I wanted for my first time."

I smiled and kissed the top of his head. "Good. It was just what I wanted for you too, Blaine. I didn't want you to have any regrets."

"I couldn't possibly regret this, Kurt," he said, raising his head to look at me.

I smiled, stroking his cheek and just looking at him. How the hell did I get so lucky?

"And anyway," he said, suddenly arching an eyebrow. "It's not like you could've said no to me."

"Oh, of course not," I said with a smirk. "Nobody says no to Blaine Anderson."

"Damn straight," he said, before we both burst out laughing.

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