This was originally written and posted on the Glee Kink Meme as a fill for a prompt about Kurt and Blaine through the different bases (in this case: kissing, touching, blowjobs/fingering and anal intercourse). When I realised I was getting reaaally into the story and the characters heads, I decided to post it on here and LJ (also at impromptucoffee if you want to read it over there).

Enjoy - hopefully as much as I loved writing it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

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Kurt's heard plenty about kissing from the girls at McKinley – in depth descriptions of lip sucking and nibbling, teeth clashing and noses bumping and there's always talk of fireworks and butterflies, that spark that can't be replicated in anything else.

When Blaine comes to him one Thursday afternoon, blushing and saying you move me and forever, leaning over to press their lips together, Kurt thinks he should know how this goes just by remembering what the girls have said and how it felt to kiss Brittany so long ago but he can't think or barely breathe when Blaine's hand cups the side of his face and tilts his head up, a wet slide of lips making Kurt think nothing other than BlaineBlaineperfectBlaine.

It's so chaste and sweet, everything Kurt wants for a first kiss and it's the same when Blaine comes in for a second time, both grabbing at each other like they haven't seen each other for months but something changes, shifts the mood and makes Kurt's toes curl in his shoes, when Blaine pulls him up and pushes him back against the table, edge digging into the back of Kurt's thighs, and Blaine's tongue presses at the seam of Kurt's lips.

Kurt can't help the way he jumps and that nose bumping the girls mentioned happens, their foreheads bumping too, and Kurt slides his hands over Blaine's biceps, petting at them really, mumbling, "Sorry, sorry," into the small breath of space between their faces.

He flutters his eyes open, Blaine's face slowly coming into focus, and he sucks in a breath because Blaine is flushed and panting a little, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth like he can't help it and Kurt knows the feeling.

"I'm sorry," Kurt says again, shifting and ducking his head, laying a hand over Blaine's chest where the rapid thump-thump of his heart is. "I just- tongue," he ends up blurting out and Blaine laughs, warm and smooth and soon Kurt's laughing too, muffling the sound in Blaine's shoulder.

"It's okay," Blaine says into Kurt's hair, squeezing at Kurt's hips and that makes Kurt shiver, his head coming up and tipping back, a stream of stuttered breaths puffing over his lips. Blaine slides a hand up to Kurt's neck and to his face, pulling it back down so they're close again, Kurt's eyes wide and waiting. For what, he's not sure. "We don't have to," Blaine says and Kurt starts to shake his head straight away, swallowing heavily. Then again.

"I- I want to," he gets out, licking his lips and watching in wonder as Blaine's eyes dip for a moment, pupils wide and black when he looks back up, "I just don't know… how." It sounds so silly when he says it out loud, so innocent and hopeless, but Blaine doesn't laugh or tease.

Blaine smiles and falters for just a moment before leaning forward and pecking Kurt once on the lips, long and lingering. "I don't either," he then says, pulling back and looking shy, shrugging one shoulder.

Suddenly Kurt doesn't feel so stupid because he's not alone in this. All of this is new for both of them – the kissing, the touching, the overwhelming and ever increasing speed of their heartbeats, in sync and together in a way Kurt has only ever dreamed of before today.

"I want to try though," Blaine continues, rushing to say, "but only if you want to," earnest and true. Kurt's heart clenches pleasantly.

He's not sure he can speak with the way Blaine's looking at him, like he's beautiful and he'll do anything to make him happy, so he nods and nudges their noses together, waiting for Blaine to move the final distance and kiss him again, not quite brave enough to kiss Blaine first yet.

Blaine dips and slides their lips together, a gentle pressure that makes Kurt dizzy and ache for more, so he wraps his arms around Blaine's shoulders and parts his lips just a little. Blaine does the same in reply, the fingers splayed over Kurt's back curling into his cardigan and pressing them closer together, chests flush and solid and warm.

When Blaine's tongue presses forward, Kurt doesn't flinch, managing to hold in a squeak of surprise in favour of lifting his own tongue and sliding the tip against Blaine's, breath hitching in his throat because this so much more and it's glorious.

There's still butterflies and knots in Kurt's stomach, the romantic in him screaming for joy, but as Blaine's tongue curls around his own, so wet and searching just like Kurt's, there's heat and passion and fireworks. Kurt can feel that spark he's longed for, thrumming through his veins and skin, every inch of him burning with want for Blaine, this boy he's certain he loves.

And as Blaine licks at the roof his mouth and skates his fingertips over Kurt's neck and jaw, Kurt thinks this is happiness.