A/N: Written for a prompt on the GKM. This turned into a multi chapter thing so I thought I'd post it here so it would be easier to track.

Yes, this is Kurt/Darren, or as my friends and I have coined it Dart. It's written in an alternate universe although I try to make as few references to timeline etc. for less confusion. The less questions you ask, the less complicated it becomes.

Title taken from the Janet Jackson song, which I was listening to religiously to write this. The song I imagined them dancing to in the first scene is I Will Survive/Survivor, done by the Glee Cast also.

Disclaimer: None of this shit is mine except the words.

-P


Kurt bit his lip, trying to repress a moan as the man tossed him a saucy wink across the dance floor, his hips swaying to the beat in an almost obscene manner. He had caught his attention half an hour earlier, sending eyes at him across the room. Kurt had blushed like a little girl, shocked at the attention, something that was completely unfamiliar to him.

"You should dance with him you know," a low voice said in his ear. He jumped a little and turned in his seat. Santana was smirking down at him. She was the one who had brought him here in the first place. A birthday present of sorts… "He's super fine," Santana purred. "And clearly interested."

Kurt glanced back to the man who did an adorably dorky little twirl that made Santana snort next to him, but went straight to Kurt's cock. He didn't know why his nerdy dance moves were hot, but they were and Kurt wanted him, in a way that he had never wanted anyone before.

The decision suddenly made, Kurt took Santana's glass off her and gulped down the remains of the bright green liquid. He set it down, giving her a pointed look before striding through the crowd, eyes locked with the man's. If Santana was right and he wanted him… he could have him.

"Hey there," Kurt purred lowly, putting a hand on the man's chest, hard and warm under his light, sweaty white t-shirt. The man's eyes darkened and he moved closer, his breath warm against Kurt's neck. Kurt shivered as he began to move against him, their hips moving together in perfect time to the crazy disco tune.

"Darren," the man grinned. "I'm Darren."

"Darren," he tested the name out on his lips, a pleasant thrill running through him as he imagined when he might be needing that again. "I'm Kurt."

"Well, Kurt," Darren said, his grin melting under a saucy smirk as he pressed closer still, "Von Trapp, I presume."

"Hummel, actually," Kurt bit his lip to keep from squealing. This man was just too cute…

"Hot," Darren breathed, the hot wash of his breath sending sparks across Kurt's collarbone. His breath hitched as he felt the press of Darren's tongue, light as it licked across the pit of his neck.

The song descended into something darker and Kurt just about trembled under Darren's touch as his hands ran over him, possessive as they caressed his sides, kneading the skin at his waist, slithering down to his ass where he took a firm grasp. Kurt gasped, his hips bucking up involuntarily.

Darren continued to lick his way up Kurt's neck, peppering hot, messy kisses along his skin, nosing up his jaw until he finally came into contact with his lips, seizing him in a passionate kiss that lit Kurt's every fibre on fire. He had been kissed before, of course, first with Brittany and then that horrible experience with Karofsky, but neither of them had even compared to this…

Kurt tangled his hands into Darren's curls, pulling him closer, until their bodies were completely flush against each other, the heat rushing up their shared space unbelievable. Darren grinded hard against Kurt and he let out a moan into his mouth.

Darren pulled away with a loud sucking noise that went straight to Kurt's increasingly tight pants. His eyes were heavy and dark as he whispered in Kurt's ear.

"Do you want to get out of here?"

Kurt felt a little light headed as he nodded. This was just… surreal. A cute, no hot, adorable guy was actually interested in him?

Fuck. Kurt wanted him so bad. He wanted this. He wanted to let go and lose himself in somebody, just forget about the world, forget about all his troubles and just enjoy.

Darren's hand was warm and calloused as he pulled him from the floor. Kurt had the sense to shoot (a very shocked looking) Santana a quick wink as he allowed himself to be pulled along, loving the press of Darren's hand, sure and steady, just a little sweaty, but experienced, against his.

He didn't want to let go.

Luckily Darren didn't make him. They held hands the entire taxi trip, barely speaking except for when Darren leaned across, his eyes still just as dark, and his voice still as husky as he whispered.

"I don't usually do this much."

Kurt bit back a laugh. "Neither, actually."

Darren winked. "I guess there's a first for everything…"

Kurt smiled privately. Oh Darren… you have no idea.

Darren paid the taxi driver quickly and Kurt's heart stuttered a little as they hopped out. They were here… he was really doing this…

But then Darren was there, all messy curls and bright smiles and Kurt knew he was in safe hands.

They stumbled quickly up the stairs (thank fuck he was on the second floor) and Darren fumbled with the key for only a moment before he was unclicking the lock, pulling Kurt inside with him.

Kurt's breath caught as Darren shoved him up against the front door, smashing his lips against his for a fierce kiss.

"So beautiful," he gasped against his lips. "Like nothing I've ever seen…"

Kurt flushed at Darren's praise, fisting his hands in Darren's hair, rather enjoying the little cry he released at the sensation.

"Kink?" Kurt smirked, rather pleased at his own boldness.

"You have no idea," Darren panted.

Better keep that in mind… Kurt told himself as Darren grabbed him by the waist, pulling him flush against him once more, his hands running up and down his back, pulling at his shirt.

Kurt pulled back for a minute, hesitating a little with his shirt. "You first?" he requested.

Concerned flashed momentarily in Darren's eyes before he complied, pulling off his shirt in one swift movement, casting it aside unceremoniously. Kurt's breath caught at the sight of Darren's chest, broad and beautiful in front of him.

"Kurt?" Darren ventured carefully and Kurt blushed, realising he had been caught staring.

"Sorry," he muttered, reaching for the hem of his shirt, suddenly halted by Darren's firm hand catching his wrist.

"Kurt," Darren said, frowning. "Are you-" he paused and tried again. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Kurt said with a small smile, unsure of whether or not he should confide the truth in Darren. It would probably scare him off. And that was the last thing he wanted…

But he couldn't lie in the face of those eyes.

"I'm just…" Kurt bit his lip, "just a little inexperienced."

"Kurt," Darren said seriously after a moment, "are you a virgin?"

Kurt nodded shyly, feeling suddenly rather embarrassed. Darren was probably going to leave him now, send him away. He was just a little boy.

"H-how old are you?" Darren stuttered.

Mortified, Kurt kept his eyes downcast, refusing to meet Darren's eyes. "Seventeen," he said softly. "My friend Santana got us in…"

Kurt looked up in surprise at the sudden sound Darren let out.

Darren moaned.

"Ugh," he said, putting his face in his hands. "That shouldn't be hot…"

"I'm sorry?" Kurt asked, shocked.

"You mean to say…" Darren exhaled, "you've never… no one's ever touched," Darren's voice broke on the word, "you?"

Kurt swallowed. "No," he admitted slowly, "you would be the first… if you still want me."

"Still want-" Darren let out a short breathy laugh. "Fuck, of course I want you, Kurt…"

Kurt's heart leapt ridiculously in his chest. He still wanted him?

"You are incredible," Darren gushed, "just-beautiful and otherworldly and hot and sexy and too confident- I never would have believed…" he trailed off, his eyes dark as they met Kurt's. "It would be wrong," he said slowly.

"What if I don't care?" Kurt whispered, his voice coming out huskier then he had ever heard.

Darren shuddered visibly. "Kurt-I can't-"

His eyes lighting up mischievously, Kurt gave Darren his best pout, leaning forward into the heated space between them.

"Please," he whimpered, running a single finger down Darren's chest. "I've never…no one's ever wanted me before. I…I want this. I want you." His nail scratched lightly across a nipple and Darren's breath caught. "So bad…" Kurt whispered.

"Oh my god, Kurt," Darren moaned, grabbing his shirt and pulling him against him for a passionate kiss once more. Kurt responded eagerly, running his tongue across his bottom lip, trying to get him to open his mouth for him.

He whined a little as Darren pulled away, running a hand through his hair.

Kurt pouted again, replacing Darren's hand with his and stroking softly. "I wanted to do that…" he whispered coyly.

"Jesus, Kurt," Darren breathed, swallowing.

Kurt smirked up at him. "You were saying?"

"Right," Darren swallowed. "If this is your first time... I want to do this right... I-"

"Darren," Kurt said lightly, "I gave up on the storybook romance idealism of the perfect first time a long time ago. I had my first kiss stolen and believe me, this is a lot more perfect than any ideas I had of giving up my virginity."

Darren looked down at his hands guiltily. "I'm sorry."

"Shut up."

That surprised him and Kurt could see the momentary flicker of hurt in his deep gold eyes. But that just made him angry...

"I don't want your sympathy, Darren," Kurt sighed. "I get enough of that crap from my friends. I came here tonight because I wanted to have a good time for once and just forget about everything. I came here," he gestured around Darren's apartment, "because I wanted you to fuck me. Now if you don't want to I can go-"

"No," Darren protested quickly.

"But if you still want me," Kurt continued. "I suggest you fucking stop talking and get on with it."

"I-I want you, Kurt," Darren stuttered.

"Then have me," Kurt purred, fingering the buttons of his shirt playfully.

Darren's hands quickly replaced his, eagerly pushing the buttons through the holes and helping him shrug it off his shoulders. Darren's fingers were over him in an instant, tracing lines up and down his body with a feather touch.

"So fucking beautiful," Darren murmured appreciatively, lining circles across his skin. Kurt squirmed a little at the almost ticklish touch, but he could feel himself getting hard again and he needed more.

"Please, Darren," Kurt urged. Darren looked at him, his eyes wide and puppy like.

"Touch me."

Darren was on him in an instant, his lips hot and urgent against his mouth, his hands trailing lower across his stomach until they reached the waistband of his pants, fumbling with the zipper.

"Bedroom," Kurt murmured against his lips. "Now."

"As you wish," Darren smiled, ignoring Kurt's eye roll and guiding him through the hall, his eyes most definitely not on his ass as he gestured for him to enter first.

Kurt walked through, grabbing Darren by the belt loop and pulling him in after, walking them backwards until his knees hit the bed and he fell against the soft mattress, pulling Darren after.

Darren's lips were on him again, pressing another heated kiss to his lips as his hands found his zipper once more, successfully freeing him from his too tight jeans.

Kurt let out a gasp at the feel of Darren's hand, firm and warm against his hard cock. Darren swallowed the sound, his kisses slightly messy as he tightened his grip experimentally on Kurt, twisting him, trying to get the perfect angle.

Kurt couldn't help the little sounds that escaped him, the breathy whimpers filling warm space between them. Darren smiled against his lips and Kurt silently begged him not to voice his thoughts, lest it another adorable yet out of place comment.

Darren pulled away from his lips, kissing his way back down his neck and chest, licking at his nipples (Kurt moaning desperately beneath him) before travelling further down until he met the area between his hip and thigh, where he sucked a bruise into his skin, making Kurt cry out in pleasure as he writhed against the sheets.

"More," Kurt gasped.

"As you wish," Darren muttered against his skin and Kurt growled.

"Fucking shut up and suck my cock, Darren!"

"As you wish."

Kurt was about to whack him before Darren swallowed him completely, making him cry out in surprise and pleasure.

"Didn't see that coming, did you?" Darren smirked, pulling off with a loud pop.

Kurt glowered at him. "Fucking suck my cock, Darren!" he yelled. Darren opened his mouth to speak and Kurt quickly cut him off. "If you say 'as you wish' again I'm going to-"

Darren ignored him, taking Kurt's cock delicately in his hands. "Such a pretty cock," he said gently before taking him again.

"S-stop," Kurt stammered after a little while. "I'm close," he explained at Darren's confused look, "and I don't want to come until you've fucked me."

Darren pulled off again, his eyes smiling wickedly. "Your wish is my command," he said in a mock-low voice and Kurt fought off the urge to whack him once more.

Darren caressed Kurt's cheek gently before pulling him in for another heart stuttering kiss. Kurt kissed him back, deeply and forcefully, Darren moaning into his mouth as Kurt's hands found his waistband, helping him out of his pants.

Both now free of their clothes, Darren climbed on top of Kurt, Kurt gasping at the new found contact. Everything was hot and so frighteningly new, but Kurt couldn't get enough. The press of skin against skin was almost overwhelming and Kurt felt dangerously close to coming at the feel of Darren's hardness against his hip.

He looked down and his breath caught. Darren was... big. Bigger than him and...

"What's wrong, baby?" Darren crooned. Kurt swallowed, meeting Darren's eye steadily.

"I want you now."

Darren nodded, understanding as he leant across and pulled lube and condoms out of his bedside drawer.

"Do you want me to or-" Darren offered unsurely.

"You," Kurt said firmly. Darren nodded, popping open the bottle and squirting a generous amount of lube on his fingers, warming it before he edged closer to Kurt.

"Kiss me," Kurt whispered softly. Darren captured Kurt's lips in a gentle kiss, almost a distraction as his hands came down to lightly trace his perineum.

Kurt gasped into his mouth as Darren slowly pushed in, just the top of his finger, but enough for Kurt to feel it.

"This might hurt a little..." Darren warned him gently, pushing in further.

Kurt hissed loudly at the unusual intrusion and Darren petted his thighs soothingly.

"It's okay, baby," he whispered. "It'll feel good soon, I promise..."

Kurt nodded and Darren gave him a reassuring smile, planting a quick kiss on his collarbone before pushing in further, Kurt gasping around him until he was second knuckle deep.

"Kurt-" Darren grunted, "so-so tight."

"More," Kurt managed. Darren complied, twisting his fingers, stretching him out as he pushed in deeper until his whole finger was buried.

"You're so beautiful," Darren whispered reverently, "take as long as you need, I could do this for-"

"Darren," Kurt hissed, "more."

"Right," Darren said, blushing a little as he slid the first finger out a little, sliding another back in alongside it.

Kurt squirmed a little, waiting for the pleasure to unearth under the pain. "More," he insisted.

"So tight," Darren breathed, pushing in further, twisting his fingers until he felt the little cluster of nerves that made Kurt release a shrill scream.

"Fuck! Darren!"

Darren smirked triumphantly. "Found it!" he cheered.

"Darren-Darren-Darren," Kurt babbled as Darren brushed over the spot again and again, making Kurt fuck down on his fingers.

"Please-more, Darren," he pleaded, burying his head into Darren's neck, pushing himself down hard on Darren's fingers.

"Okay, okay," Darren agreed, sliding his fingers out gently. Kurt let out a loud cry at the loss and sudden emptiness. Darren gave him a sympathetic look, hurrying as he slid more lube over his cock. Kurt's mouth watered at the sight. He was so big, would fill him so completely. Kurt wanted to reach out and touch, but he resisted, clutching at the sheets instead until Darren was ready.

Darren considered him thoughtfully. "On your knees," he decided.

Kurt complied, turning over and raising his ass in the air, feeling not the least hesitant or bashful at the position. It was Darren. Crazy, adorable Darren that he hardly knew at all and yet completely trusted. He felt secure with him. He was safe in his hands.

He gasped at the feel of Darren's thick cock pressing against him, his chest tightening with anticipation.

"I don't think I stretched you nearly enough," Darren fretted.

"Please, Darren," Kurt moaned. "Just fuck me..."

And then he felt the press of the head of Darren's cock, pushing in lightly at his entrance. The intrusion felt incredible; so much more than his fingers had. Darren pushed in further, moaning as the hot, tight heat consumed him.

"So tight," he moaned, clutching at his hips. "So pretty... like a veela-"

"I've never even seen Harry Potter," Kurt hissed through clenched teeth.

"Sacrilege." Darren's voice broke on the word as he buried himself deeper.

"Big," Kurt cried, "fuck, Darren, you're so big..."

Darren's hand ran all over him, mapping out his skin, worshiping the lines of his body.

"So perfect," Darren murmured, "so beautiful, so good, SO good, Kurt. You feel amazing like this..."

Kurt keened as Darren pushed further, his ass clenching involuntarily around him. Darren let out a shout behind him and buried his head into the crook of his neck, biting down.

"Darren!" Kurt cried grasping at Darren's ass behind him, grinding back as Darren buried himself completely inside him. "Move."

"As you wish."

Too far gone to reprimand him, Kurt clenched his eyes shut, drinking in the sensations of the moment, the fullness of Darren inside him, the heat of his sweaty body wrapped warm around him, holding him tight, gripping his hips and rocking against him. His breath was hot against his neck as he grasped Kurt's cock, bringing him to the edge with a few quick jerks.

"Please, Kurt," Darren moaned, "so beautiful, so incredible, perfect, so good at this-fuck."

"Darren." Kurt's voice wavered on the man's name.

"Come for me, Kurt."

Kurt came with a six lettered cry, whispering Darren's name over and over his skin as he came down, crashing against him as Darren came with him, intertwining their fingers as they fell back against the bed together.

Kurt felt his mind whirl, his hands shake as he tried to process what had just happened. He had lost his virginity, to a half stranger. A cute, adorable, dorky stranger named Darren who was pulling him back against him, smiling at him in the sweetest, gentlest way, murmurs of praise playing on his lips.

A smile of his own reached his lips as he leant back against him, reaching a hand up to brush an absent curl aside. Darren nuzzled into his hand, melting under his soft touch as he traced his hand down his cheek, running a finger across his lips before kissing him gently.

"Was that... okay, for you?" Darren asked carefully, eyes wide and hopeful.

Kurt gave him a reassuring smile. "Darren... that was... amazing."

Darren exhaled in relief, pulling him closer against his chest.

"What about you?" Kurt asked, a sudden pang of worry filling his chest. "was that...?"

"Kurt," Darren breathed, "I've never come so freaking hard in my life."

Kurt blushed at the compliment, burying himself in the warmth of Darren's chest. "So warm," he murmured against his chest. Darren wriggled under him like a puppy and Kurt let out a light giggle.

"And now," Darren announced, wiggling his eyebrows playfully, "we snuggle."

"Dork," Kurt chortled.

"I was born this way," Darren returned, snapping his fingers sassily. Kurt laughed again, closing his eyes and leaning back against Darren's chest, never wanting this moment to end.

Wait.

What happened now?

A frantic worry started to buzz in his chest. Did Darren expect him to leave? Now? In the morning? Would he ever even see him again?

"What's wrong, honey?" Darren asked softly, feeling Kurt tense against him.

Kurt's heart sang at the endearment but he had to ask...

"What happens now?"

Darren blinked back in confusion. "We...snuggle?"

"And then?" Kurt asked, his voice barely a whisper, so afraid of Darren's answer.

"I-I don't know," Darren confessed. Kurt bit his lip. "What do you want to happen?"

"I don't know," Kurt admitted quietly. And that was the truth. He didn't know what he wanted from Darren. He hardly knew him after all.

But he had been so sweet and loving and kind and Kurt really didn't want to say goodbye.

"Okay," Darren finally decided, "why don't we snuggle now-actually, we should clean up first..." Kurt wrinkled his nose. He hadn't noticed the problem until he had pointed it out... "then snuggle and sleep and when we wake up, we're both still here and I don't have work in the morning so we can get coffee and talk about this then..." Darren looked at him with sincere eyes.

"I'm not ready to let you go yet, Kurt Hummel."