"No," Kurt laughs as he reaches out and takes the measuring cup Blaine holds. "That's the wrong one."

It's been six weeks since Blaine came back to him and revealed how he felt. Six weeks of happiness and love. They're still in that honeymoon phase of their relationship. They can barely keep their hands and mouths off each other. And Kurt has no problem with that.

But it's still all new to him. It's still crazy for him to come home from school or work and have his boyfriend waiting for him. It's crazy for him to introduce Blaine as his boyfriend to people. The word boyfriend was something he thought he would never utter for at least a few more years. But now he gets to. He gets to tell his classmates that he has a boyfriend named Blaine, and that they are in love. Of course when they ask how they met, he is quick to change the subject, or mutter something about meeting through Blaine's job. Kurt knows he's definitely not ready to tell other people that he hired Blaine to sleep with him. That's a secret that he knows will be kept between Blaine and him, and Rachel and Santana.

But for how new it all is. For how new it is to be in a relationship with someone, Kurt has found he's really good at it. He's good with being with Blaine. It's easy and carefree, and unlike he thought it would be. Before, when he thought about having a boyfriend, he thought it would be difficult for him to adjust to having someone there. He thought it would be hard for him to share his life with another person. But it's not. It's far from that. It's been easy letting Blaine into his life. It's been easy having Blaine there by his side. With Blaine, it's always easy.

"The recipe says one cup," Blaine says as he points to the hand-written recipe in Kurt's recipe book. "I'm following the instructions. Isn't that what baking is about? Being precise."

"Yes. But that recipe is wrong." Kurt sets the measuring cup Blaine was holding aside. "My mom would kill me for changing it, but listen to me. My way makes a better cookie."

"Okay. What's the right measuring cup, then?" Blaine laughs as he eats a few of the chocolate chips from the bag.

"That one." Kurt points to the correct measuring cup sitting on the counter close to Blaine. "And stop eating all the chocolate chips. They're for the cookies," he playfully reprimands Blaine as he smacks his hand away as he reaches for more.

"All right." Blaine holds up his hands in defense as he chews on the chocolate in his mouth, grin on his face. "I'm stopping."

Sitting back and watching Blaine measure ingredients before dumping them into a bowl, he figures he should tell him the news. "So, uh...My dad's coming in two weeks," he tells Blaine, seeing him immediately stop mixing together the dry ingredients he has in the bowl.

"What?" Blaine says with a slightly trembling voice, and a scared look in his eyes.

"Don't worry, Blaine." Kurt reaches out and takes one of Blaine's hands, giving it a good squeeze. "It'll be fine."

"He's gonna ask questions, Kurt," Blaine says, sounding terrified. "He's gonna ask how we met. What do we tell him? 'Yeah, sir'," Blaine says in a serious tone. "'I met your son when he hired me to take his virginity. He hired me twice, and I managed to fall in love with him during that time.' Yeah, no. He's going to kill me."

Kurt lets out a small laugh. Blaine's fear of his dad is cute and adorable. "Maybe if we don't tell him exactly how we met, you'll be fine. Just, I don't know...Lie." Kurt shrugs his shoulders and grins.

"You want me to lie to your father?"

"It's either that, or tell him the truth. And which one has you not so terrified of telling him?" Kurt asks.

Blaine mulls over the question for a bit. "Okay. What do we say, then?"

"We say I met you at your job that you quit because you didn't like it anymore," Kurt replies as he hands Blaine two eggs for him to crack.

"What kind of job?" Blaine taps the first egg on the counter before cracking it open in the bowl with mixed sugar and butter.

"I don't know. Um..." Kurt thinks over a job that he can give Blaine that his dad wouldn't question. Something that required Blaine to please a customer, and something he could actually do. Looking at Blaine mixing the wet ingredients with the dry ones, Kurt gets an idea. "A bakery," he says, proud of himself for thinking of it.

"What?"

"We'll say you worked at a bakery, and I met you there," Kurt says with a pleased smile. "My dad would totally believe it."

"First you want me to lie to your dad, and now you give me a job that I don't even know how to do." Blaine laughs as he mixes the cookie dough.

"You seem to be doing fine right now. Besides, we can say you worked behind the counter or something; keep you out of the kitchen." Kurt grabs the bag of chocolate chips and dumps them into the cookie dough mix.

"Actually, I think I could go along with that." Blaine starts to mix in the chocolate chips. "What reason do I give if he asks why I quit?"

"Say you went on to pursue bigger and better things," Kurt answers.

"I'm guessing bigger and better things is somehow code for you in this lie you concocted?" Blaine asks as he arches an eyebrow.

"Of course." Kurt smiles. "You can stop, now. It's all mixed together."

"All right." Blaine stops the movement of his hand and takes a breath. "It doesn't look too bad," he says as he looks at the dough.

"It looks great," Kurt tells him.

"Maybe you should try it first," Blaine suggests.

"Okay." Reaching over, Kurt scoops some dough out of the bowl with his finger. Bringing it to his mouth, he wraps his lips around the tip of his finger and licks away the dough. Softly moaning as he eats, he removes his finger from his mouth. "It's perfect." Looking to Blaine when he doesn't say anything, he finds him standing there with a sudden lust and desire to his eyes. "Blaine?" he quietly says.

"Do...Do that again," Blaine mumbles.

Confused for a second, it dawns on Kurt what has Blaine so suddenly riled up. So, scooping more cookie dough out with his finger, he brings it to his mouth and sensually eats it, letting out a moan around his finger. The whole time, he keeps his eyes locked on Blaine's lust blown ones. "You want to try, too?" he seductively asks as he licks the top corner of his mouth.

Being sexy and cute is something Kurt has learned he's good at doing when with Blaine. He always thought he would look or sound stupid saying or doing something. But he's recently found out, he's good at it. He's good at saying things to turn Blaine on in a matter of seconds. He's even found out him wearing certain things can create the same affect in Blaine. It's fun for him to try new things he never thought he would be good at. It's exciting to know he is able to turn Blaine on like he never thought he could.

"Yes," Blaine replies as he moves to stand between Kurt's legs.

Gathering more cookie dough, Kurt lifts his finger to Blaine's mouth. A small moan falls from his mouth as Blaine takes his finger into his mouth and licks away the cookie dough. Biting his lower lip when Blaine purposely sucks and flicks his tongue over the tip, Kurt feels arousal pool in his belly. "S-See, it's g-good," he stutters as Blaine gives him a look that turns him on further.

"You're right," Blaine says after Kurt takes his finger out of his mouth. "It is good. You're a great teacher."

"Th-Thank you." Kurt lets out a small whimper when Blaine leans forward and brushes his lips over his neck in ghost kisses.

Reaching out and grabbing the front of Blaine's shirt and pulling him close, Kurt chases Blaine's mouth. Desperately kissing him, all tongue and teeth, thrusting his tongue into Blaine's mouth, moaning as he massages his tongue with Blaine's, Kurt can already feel his body needing more. Thrusting his hips forward to seek that friction his body wants, Kurt whines low in his throat when Blaine pulls back from him to put a few inches of space between their bodies.

Sitting on the edge of the counter, thighs parted, staring into Blaine's hunger filled eyes, Kurt watches as he reaches for the band of his sweatpants and tugs. Gripping the edge of the counter and lifting his hips, Kurt kicks away his sweats after Blaine pulls them off. Sitting back down, the countertop a bit cold under his ass, but ignoring it in favor of pulling Blaine close and kissing him, Kurt deeply moans into Blaine's mouth when he presses close to him; bodies pressed flush together. Hooking his legs over Blaine's waist, ankles crossing at his lower back, Kurt starts to rock his hips forward as Blaine thrusts his hips forward into him.

In all the years before, Kurt never thought this would be something he would do, or ever get the chance to do. He never even fathomed he would be teaching his boyfriend how to bake, and for that to turn into something sexy and fun. But it's happening, and he couldn't be happier that this is his life now. This is what he gets to experience for years to come.

"Want you, Blaine," Kurt pants.

"Okay. Give me a second." Kurt moans when Blaine kisses him before leaving.

Seeing Blaine return a few seconds later with a condom and lube in hand, and down to just his boxer-briefs, Kurt grins at the bulge in Blaine's underwear. He likes knowing he did that; likes knowing he can produce that kind of reaction in Blaine. It makes him feel good and wanted.

"Hop off," Blaine tells him as he squeezes lube onto his fingers.

Hopping off the counter, hooking his fingers into his underwear, Kurt pushes them down off his hips. Eyes on Blaine's gorgeous ones, he reaches down and takes himself in hand. In the weeks since they've been together, Kurt has gained confidence in what he does in front of Blaine. It's not much. But it's enough to know he pleases Blaine. Like right now. Seeing Blaine's eyes on his hand as he slowly strokes himself, he feels heat stir in his belly at doing this for Blaine.

"I love when you do that," Blaine groans as he presses his body flush to Kurt's.

"I know." Kurt grins as he reaches down with both hands and pushes Blaine's underwear off.

"What happened to the blushing virgin I met a few weeks ago?" Blaine gently rocks his hips forward.

Kurt moans at the drag of his and Blaine's cocks together. "He met you," he replies with a voice heavy with want. "Please, Blaine," he begs as he rocks his hips forward. "Want you."

"Okay."

Kurt lets Blaine lift his leg and hook it over his hip. Bracing a hand on the counter behind him, his other hand gripping Blaine's shoulder, he groans when Blaine traces his entrance before slowly pushing in with the first finger.

Blaine quickly works him open. Fingers stretch and open him. Kurt finds himself rolling his hips down on the three fingers Blaine has in him after a while. It feels good; sends sparks of pleasure through his body. Whining low in his throat when Blaine pulls his fingers away, Kurt feels his stomach swoop with need as he watches Blaine open the condom packet and roll it on.

Lifting his other leg to hook over Blaine's hip, Kurt softly moans when Blaine rubs the head of his cock over his entrance.

"Ready?" Blaine asks as he barely pushes up.

"Yes." Gasping when Blaine starts to push into him, stretching open around his cock, Kurt lets out a satisfied groan when Blaine's hips come to rest against his ass.

Just breathing for a few moments after Blaine drops his head to his shoulder, adjusting to Blaine inside him, Kurt doesn't think he'll get over this. He'll never get over how perfect Blaine feels inside him.

"This will be over quick," Blaine chuckles as he lifts his head.

"That's okay," Kurt assures him with a grin. "Now, how about you fuck me." Kurt hears his moan mix with Blaine's after he rocks his hips down.

The edge of the counter digs a bit into Kurt's back when Blaine starts to fuck him, but it's to be expected when they decide to have sex up against the kitchen counter. Legs hooked over Blaine's hips, he loudly moans as Blaine fucks into him hard and fast. It's something he loves just as much as when Blaine makes love to him slow and gentle. When the urge rises, when he wants it, he welcomes when Blaine fucks him like this; he loves the deep, hard thrust of his hips that drive him wild. It's almost intoxicating how great it makes him feel.

Letting out a mix between a moan and a whimper, roughly rolling his hips down, crying out in pleasure as Blaine thrust his hips up, Kurt gets lost in the overwhelming pleasure he is currently feeling. It overtakes him, and makes it hard to focus on anything else. All that matters in this moment is Blaine, and the pleasure licking at his skin.

Cupping the side of Blaine's face, running his hand down his neck and over his shoulder, he grins at how amazing and fantastic he feels. Leaning forward and capturing Blaine's mouth in a hard kiss, thrusting his tongue into his mouth, Kurt lets out a surprise squeak when Blaine pulls out of him and holds him tightly, and pushes off the counter.

"What are you doing?" he asks with a smirk as he arches an eyebrow.

"Moving," Blaine replies.

When Blaine sets him down, Kurt laughs. "We're going to have to disinfect this afterwards," he chuckles as he lies back on the cold tabletop.

"Only you could think something like that while getting laid," Blaine says with a chuckle.

"Hey, I'm a clean person. And my bare ass is on my table. So, excu-Oh, fuck!" Kurt throws his head back and screams when Blaine pushes back into him.

"What were you saying?" Blaine teases as he rocks his hips forward.

"N-Nothing," Kurt mumbles as he rolls his hips down as Blaine thrusts his forward. "Oh, God, fuck me."

Lifting his legs and hooking them over Blaine's hips, Kurt cries out when Blaine leans over him and thrusts his hips forward. Groaning into the rough kiss Blaine gives him, tongue delving and licking into his mouth. It's so good. Kurt never wants it to stop.

"Kurt!" Rachel's voice suddenly yells as she bangs on the door. "Kurt!"

Groaning when he feels Blaine stop moving, but his body still seeking that delicious friction, he presses the heels of his feet into Blaine's back as he lifts his hips, trying to get him to move. "Maybe she'll go away," he quietly whispers.

Smiling and biting his lip as he softly whimpers when Blaine starts moving his hips again, he hopes Rachel does leave. He prays she does. Faintly moaning when Blaine starts to fuck him like he was doing several seconds before, forgetting they even stopped, he bites his lower lip as heat starts to unfurl in his belly.

"Kurt!" Rachel yells very loudly this time. "I know you're in there because Blaine is here." Kurt wonders how she knows that. "And I know Blaine is here because he's always here now," she says as if knowing what he was thinking.

"I'm gonna kill her," he groans in frustration when Blaine stops again and collapses on top of him.

"No, you're not," Blaine breathlessly tells him, nuzzling his nose along his neck. "You should go answer her before she knocks down the door and finds us like this."

"Fine," he gripes.

Angrily climbing off the table when Blaine pulls out of him, grabbing a random pillow when he passes the couch and holding it in front of his lower body, Kurt hears Blaine chuckle behind him. Looking over his shoulder, he finds Blaine leaning against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest, grin on his face, and making him really hate Rachel at the moment. "We're finishing this when I get rid of her," he states with frustration as he walks to his door.

"I wouldn't expect anything less from you," Blaine calls back in amusement.

Sliding open the heavy, metal door just enough to clearly see Rachel, he glares at her. "What?" he asks unamused.

"Santana has someone over. So, she locked me out," Rachel says as she tries to push past Kurt, oblivious to the fact that he only holds a pillow in front of him. Kurt holds out his free arm to the side of him, blocking her from coming inside. "What are you doing, Kurt? Let me in."

"No." He shakes his head. "Go somewhere else."

"I don't want to. I want to come inside. So, please let me in," she pleads, trying to get past him to no avail.

"No," he firmly states.

"Why?" Rachel asks frustrated and upset. He notices her looking him over and finally realize he's naked; her eyes going wide. "Why are you naked?"

"I, um...I'm teaching Blaine how to bake," he replies in a slightly embarrassed tone of voice; feeling a deep blush start to stain his cheeks.

"And that requires you to be naked?" Rachel asks with a snicker as the corner of her mouth turns up, knowing exactly what's going on inside.

"Not exactly," Kurt tells her. "But once a certain urge rises, the removal of clothes is important."

"Just say you're having sex, Kurt," Rachel chuckles.

"Okay." Kurt blushes further. "Blaine and I are having sex. And I don't want to stop because of you. So, go somewhere else."

"Are you serious? You won't stop because of me?" Rachel asks a bit hurt, and surprised.

"No," Kurt replies like she's crazy. "I'd rather have an orgasm than you annoying me while I could be having sex."

"Damn, Kurt, sex has changed you," Rachel jokes.

"Yes, it has," Kurt agrees. "No go away so I can have it."

"Wait! You were serious? You won't actually let me in?"

Feeling an arm drape over his shoulder, and Blaine press close to his back, holding in the moan he wants to release, he lays his head back on Blaine's chest. "Sorry, Rach," Blaine says close to his ear. "But we're busy."

Grinning at Rachel, Kurt feels as Blaine helps him slide the door shut. He chuckles when he hears Rachel complain about everyone getting laid except for her.

Dropping the pillow after locking the door, turning to face Blaine, Kurt grabs behind his neck and brings him in for a hungry, desperate kiss. "I love you," he mumbles against his lips.

"I love you, too," Blaine replies. "So, how about we get back to what we were doing."

"How about the couch," Kurt suggests. "It's softer than that table."

Blaine smiles as he takes Kurt's hand and leads him to the couch.

Sitting down and lying back on the soft cushions, gazing up at Blaine, Kurt parts his thighs in invitation. Seeing the look that crosses Blaine's eyes, a look of want and need, he can feel the same. Softly moaning when Blaine lies down on top of him, rocking their hips together, Kurt lifts his hips up into Blaine's, seeking the friction his body so desperately wants. But Kurt soon releases a broken gasp when Blaine pushes back into him.

"You okay?" Blaine asks as he starts to slowly move his hips.

"Yeah." Kurt nods his head as he rolls his hips down.

They move together in a perfect rhythm like they've done from the start, like they've been doing this for longer the few weeks they've been sleeping together. The only sounds in the loft are that of Blaine and his moans and whimpers mixing with that of skin softly slapping together. It doesn't take long for the heat to curl in Kurt's belly, and for him to be close to his release. He feels his body seek out the release that quickly builds in his body.

Somehow knowing, Kurt pushes up into Blaine's fist when he reaches down between their bodies and takes him in hand. Fast, quick strokes of his hand has Kurt crying out and spilling over his fist in matter of seconds. As pleasure washes over him, and he clenches around Blaine as he still thrusts into him, Kurt deeply moans when he feels Blaine push in deep one last time, hips stuttering, and comes.

Lying there afterwards, pleasure slowly fading under his skin, Kurt holds Blaine as he lies atop him. Both of them breathing heavy, hearts racing in their chests, he twirls the hair at the nape of the back of Blaine's head out of

After several minutes, and needing to get cleaned up, Kurt gently pushes at Blaine's shoulders. "I'm sticky and dirty," he says.

"I'll get something to clean us up." Blaine leans down and brushes his lips over Kurt's in barely there kiss as he pulls out of him. Kurt watches him walk away, staring at his cute ass that he loves so much.

Gazing at Blaine after he cleaned them up, still lying on the couch with the throw blanket resting around their hips, warmth spreading in his chest as Blaine stares at him with love, Kurt gently skims his fingers over Blaine's lips. "I'm happy," he quietly whispers. And it's true. He can't remember a time where he's been happier. Blaine makes him happy in a way he's wanted to feel with someone for years.

Blaine gazes at him with eyes bright with happiness and smiles. "Me too."

For a few moments, Kurt just lies there in a comfortable silence as Blaine skims his fingers along his back.

"Kurt?" Blaine says, breaking the silence.

"Hmm?"

"When do I get to teach you how to play chess?" Kurt groans. He buries his face in the curve of Blaine's neck. "That was our deal. You teach me to bake, and I teach you how to play chess."

In the time he's been with Blaine, Kurt has learned Blaine is an amazing chess player. It's to the point that he beats him in less than five moves. That's how their deal came about. Blaine said he'd teach Kurt how to play, and Kurt, in turn, said he wanted to teach Blaine how to bake. But he's not really looking forward to holding up his end of the deal.

"Do I have to?" Kurt playfully whines like a five year old told to come inside from playing.

"Yes. I'll make it fun for you," Blaine says.

Kurt lifts his head. "How?" he asks with curiosity.

"We'll play strip chess."

"That's not fair." Kurt sits up on his forearms, smiling down at Blaine. "You'll be fully clothed while I sit there stark naked for your enjoyment."

"I'll make you a deal," Blaine says. "I'll start off in just my underwear and a shirt."

Kurt thinks it over for a minute. He knows he'll lose no matter what. But getting to see Blaine in just his underwear and shirt will be fun for him. Besides, thinking about how the baking went, he can only imagine how long the chess match will last. "Deal," he agrees. Resting his head back on Blaine's chest, pressing closer to him, he closes his eyes and goes to sleep.

Waking up a couple hours later, the sun set and sky dark, Kurt sits up. Yawning and stretching, pleasure still lingering under his skin like embers of a once blazing fire, he stands up and heads to the kitchen.

As Blaine sleeps, pulling on his discarded underwear still on the floor, Kurt starts to scoop the cookie dough on to the cookie sheets. Placing them in the oven, and cleaning while they bake, he laughs as he wipes down the table. He still can't believe Blaine fucked him on top of it. But, he does have to admit, it was fun and exciting. Hearing the ding of the timer, he walks over to the oven. The smell of freshly baked cookies assaults him when he opens the oven door. It's smells absolutely devine.

Taking out the finished cookies, placing the tray on top of the stove, Kurt jumps a bit when arms wrap around his waist.

"Smells good," Blaine tells him with a small nip to the skin under Kurt's ear.

Melting back into Blaine's touch, Kurt grabs a warm cookie and turns around. Bringing the cookie up to Blaine's mouth, he watches as he takes a bite. Leaning forward and taking his mouth in a sugary kiss, Kurt giggles. "Delicious," he mumbles against Blaine's lips.

"Thanks," Blaine replies as he flicks his tongue over Kurt's upper lip. "Stay here."

"What?" Kurt asks confused as he pulls back and gives Blaine a weird look.

"You'll see."

Seeing Blaine walk away, Kurt just quietly laughs to himself as he puts the cookies on a plate. It's a few seconds later that Kurt freezes. The sound of the familiar song makes his heart stop. The familiar notes make his eyes well with tears. He never thought he could love Blaine more, but he was wrong. In this moment, he loves him more than any person could love another human. He loves him with his whole heart; with all he has to give.

Feeling a hand slide into his, and being turned around, Kurt sniffles as Blaine wipes away the tear that rolls down his cheek. He lets Blaine pulls him close to his body. Blaine wraps his arm around his waist as he holds his other hand against his chest. Kurt rests his cheek against Blaine's and moves with him when he starts to sway to the music. It's a perfect moment. Just like he remembers when his parents danced in their kitchen years before.

"You remembered," Kurt quietly says with a shaky voice.

"Of course I remembered. I love you, Kurt. And I want to dance with you for the rest of our lives," Blaine softly whispers into his ear. "I don't want to ever let you go. It's only been six weeks, but I know with all my heart that I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

A few more tears roll down Kurt's cheeks. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you, too." Kurt pulls back to look into Blaine's multi-colored flecked eyes; staring into them, he finds warmth and love. He finds what he searched for, and found with a simple knock on his door that changed his life. "I love you so much," he whispers.

Softly sighing into the kiss Blaine gives him, Kurt continues to move with him to the song playing.

Dancing with Blaine for the rest of his life sounds exactly like something he could do.