Sitting in the tire swing and grinning at Blaine as he pushes him, Kurt crosses his arms on the top and is amazed at the one-eighty the difference is from now and the last time they were here. The drastic change in their relationship is something Kurt never though would happen, but is glad it did. So sitting in the tire, letting Blaine push him, Kurt just stares at him at him and appreciates this moment alone with him.

"You know I tried to talk to Tilly earlier in the kitchen, and she gave me a look that made me so fucking scared," Blaine says as he places his hands on his lower back and pushes him.

"I think Tilly might be a little mad at you," Kurt says as he swings.

"Why wou-She saw the mark on your neck." Blaine figures it out and slightly groans.

"Yeah." Kurt lets out a small laugh and smiles. "She wasn't too happy with what you did."

"She probably thinks I'm weird."

"No," Kurt reassures him. "Just crazy for biting me."

"I'm pretty sure you left out the part where you were fucking me into oblivion and I didn't know what I was doing."

"Yes, Blaine, I spared her the dirty details, but she knew why." Kurt's surprised when Blaine suddenly stops the movement of the swing and looks at him.

Moaning when he captures his lips in a heated and rough kiss, glad to be hidden by the giant tree, Kurt parts his lips and massages his tongue against Blaine's when he starts thrust his into his mouth.

"Can I come to your room tonight?" Blaine asks as he kisses his way down his neck.

"I'm still tired from last night." Kurt shivers when Blaine presses the lightest of kisses to the mark on his neck, making him sigh. He can feel his resolve slowly crumbling as Blaine kisses up his neck and captures his lips in a sweet kiss. Parting his lips when Blaine swipes his tongue along the seam of his mouth, he groans as Blaine massages their tongues together.

Completely forgetting about how tired and sore he is, Kurt gives up and tells Blaine that he can come to his room later that night.

Climbing off the tire swing, Kurt walks with Blaine back into the house, trying to avoid him as he tries to grab at his ass.

"Stop!" he warns him, moving out of the way when Blaine does it again. Having Blaine squeezing his ass is not the way he wants to get caught by Sarah. "Your mom might see you."

"Okay," Blaine reluctantly agrees, clasping his hands together behind his back.

Kurt loves seeing this playful side of Blaine. Ever since they've been doing this, Kurt has noticed that Blaine acts more like the Blaine he knew growing up: carefree and happy and without a worry to his mind. Kurt enjoys having this Blaine around.

"Hey, Till," he says when they walk into the kitchen a few moments later.

"Hey, boys." Kurt chuckles when she hugs him and then playfully smacks Blaine upside the back of his head. "You should know better than to bite. Don't they teach you that in kindergarten?"

"Well...yeah," Blaine replies with a small smile as he rubs the back of his head where Tilly hit him. "But I couldn't help myself."

"And tell me, what is that supposed to mean?" Tilly places her hands on her hips and lifts an eyebrow at Blaine.

"Um...I like...enjoy..." Blaine trails off, letting out a nervous chuckle, Kurt seeing his cheeks turn red in embarrassment at knowing what to tell Tilly.

Playfully rolling his eyes, and deciding to take pity on Blaine, Kurt blurts out, "He enjoys marking me, Till." He sees the look that crosses Tilly's face at that; sees as she goes over his words.

"Could have just said that." Tilly grins at Blaine and pulls him into a warm embrace. Although she also whispers into his ear in a stern but soft voice, "Not again where someone can see."

"Okay, Till," Blaine replies.

"Good," Tilly says as she lets him go and smoothes her hands down her apron. "Kurt, I need you to go to the store for me."

"Alright," Kurt easily agrees, glad to help Tilly out whenever she needs it. "What do you need?"

"Here," Tilly starts as she pulls a piece of paper from the pocket on her apron, handing it to him. "It's just a few things."

Taking the paper and stuffing it in his pocket, Kurt doesn't read what's written. "Okay," he replies. "I won't take long."

"Blaine, you should go with him," Tilly says with a twinkle in her eyes, making Kurt wonder what's she's up to. "He'll need help."

"Alright," Blaine agrees.

"Don't rush, boys." Tilly smiles and goes back to what she was doing before.

Heading out of the kitchen, shaking his head at Tilly's crazy antics, Kurt decides not to question it. Hearing Blaine following behind him, he walks out the front door and heads for his car.

"So, what are we getting her?" Blaine asks as he climbs into the passenger seat.

Pulling the piece of paper from his pocket, Kurt unfolds it and laughs at what is written on it. Handing it over to Blaine, he sees the smile that spreads across his face.

"'Go have fun for a few hours. I'll cover for both of you'," Blaine laughs as he reads the note Tilly gave Kurt. "Just when I thought I couldn't love her more."

"Yeah," Kurt says, smiling at how this little thing Tilly is doing for them means so much to him. She is giving them a few hours to be alone together during the day. A few hours to be away from Blaine's mom and her ever-present eyes.

~

Sitting in Blaine's lap at the back of the darkened, almost empty theatre, Kurt makes out with him as they ignore the movie playing on the screen and anybody who might see or hear them. Gently rolling his hips down, holding in the moan that wants to escape past his lips, he feels Blaine hard in his jeans. Smiling against Blaine's lips when he grabs at his ass, he whispers, "Can't keep your hands off me, I see." He drops his mouth open against Blaine's in a silent moan when he pushes his hips down and grinds their arousals together.

"If you haven't noticed," Blaine whispers into his ear, sliding one hand to Kurt's stomach and popping the button of his jeans. "I really love touching you."

Kurt stares into Blaine's eyes, letting out a small gasp when he slides his hand into the waistband of his underwear, taking him in hand. The immediate contact sends a spark up Kurt's spine, making him dig his fingers into Blaine's shoulders.

When they decided to watch a movie, Kurt had thought, at most, they would just be making out with each other. But it seems Blaine is surprising him by wanting to do things in a place like this that Kurt never thought he would feel comfortable doing.

"You feel so good in my hand," Blaine whispers into his ear as he slowly strokes him.

The movement of Blaine's hand is a slightly uncomfortable because it's too dry, but Kurt doesn't care. All he can focus on is how it feels; how great it is to have Blaine touching him in such a sexual way.

He pays attention to the firm, but soft, grip of Blaine's hand, the gentle strokes up that slow increase in pace every few seconds, the way Blaine watches him as he jerks him off. The intensity he can still make out in the darkened theatre has Kurt feeling like Blaine is devouring him by just watching as he brings pleasure to him. It makes him even hotter all over at knowing Blaine is enjoying this as much as he is.

On one particular stroke of his fist up, Blaine catches Kurt by surprise when he shoves his other hand down the back of his jeans. Jerking forward when he slides his finger down and ghosts it over his entrance, Kurt stares into Blaine's eyes, wondering if he's going to do it.

"Don't worry," he quietly breathes out. "I won't do anything you don't want."

Biting his lower lip to keep from making too much noise, Kurt wraps an arm around Blaine's neck and buries his face in the crook of his neck. Releasing his lip and panting against his skin, he pushes his hips up into Blaine's fist as he continues to stroke him, and gently back on the finger circling his entrance.

He doesn't tell Blaine that he's thought about having him do that to him before. But whereas it was just a glimmer of an idea he never thought would occur, in the short time Blaine and he have started this thing, whatever it might be, those thoughts have become less fleeting and more prominent in his mind. He thinks about what it would be like to have Blaine's fingers inside him; how would it be to feel a part of Blaine moving inside him as he brought him to pleasure. Those thoughts are just a few he's ready to act upon.

Soon feeling the heat building in his lower belly; coiling as he gets closer and closer, he knows it won't be long before he has his release. He keeps moving his hips as his body chases the orgasm it so desperately wants.

Clutching at Blaine's curls with one hand, the other hand gripping tight to the back of the seat, Kurt screws his eyes shut and quietly moans when he comes over Blaine's fist. He feels the warm splashes as Blaine starts to slow the movement of his hand.

Collapsing against Blaine when his orgasm begins to wane off, gasping for breath, Kurt lifts his head and stares into Blaine's eyes. "That was terrific," he says through slightly heavy breathing.

The rush of cool air hitting his hot skin when Blaine pulls his hand away has Kurt taking notice of the mess now in his jeans. He can feel the wetness as he shifts, but not caring. Too dazed by his orgasm, he doesn't care to worry about something as mundane as his jeans now being uncomfortable.

"That was fun," Blaine whispers right before kissing him. "First time I've ever done that."

"What? Jerked somebody off in public?" Kurt asks with a small laugh.

"Both, actually." Blaine kisses his forehead in a simple gesture, making Kurt smile and fall so much harder for him.

It's with his reply that Kurt recalls how this is all new for Blaine...and some of it new for him. He thinks about he's enjoying these firsts with Blaine.

Watching Blaine reach for a napkin and start clean his hand, Kurt finally climbs off him. Sitting back in his seat, lifting his hips to button his jeans, Kurt groans as he finally takes notice of the wet spot in his jeans and on a small part of his shirt. Now

"Let's go," Kurt says as he stands up. "I'm hungry."

"Alright."

Staying close behind Blaine so no one can see anything as they leave the movie theater he walks to the trunk of his car when they reach it. Grabbing the change of clothes he keeps there in case of emergencies, he climbs into the back of his car. Quickly stripping naked, he grins as Blaine stays turned around in the passenger seat and watches him.

"Seems you're getting two shows in one day," Kurt cheekily says as he pulls on his jeans, having to go without underwear.

"You're more fun to watch than that movie," Blaine replies with a smirk.

Laughing and shaking his head, Kurt pulls on his clean shirt and puts his boots back on. Grabbing his keys from the pocket of the jeans on the floor of the car, he tosses them to Blaine. "You drive." Climbing out of the car, and opening the passenger side door, watching Blaine climb over to the driver's side; he waits until Blaine is pulling out of the parking lot.

Leaning over and popping the button of Blaine's jeans, smiling at the shocked gasp he emits. "Lift your hips," he tells him; pushing his pants and underwear down just enough so the rest around his thighs.

"What are you doing?" Blaine asks as he quickly glances over at him.

Innocently smiling, Kurt pulls Blaine's earlobe between his teeth and slightly bites on it. He whispers, "I'm returning the favor; so drive slow." With a peck to the corner of Blaine's mouth, Kurt drops his head down and takes Blaine into his mouth.

~

Sitting across from Blaine in the small cafe, smiling at the grin that hasn't left Blaine's face, Kurt feels a joy at knowing he put it there. Waiting for their food, Kurt twirls his straw in his glass of Coke, hearing the ice sloshing around. Biting his lower lip, Kurt sees as Blaine's eyes dart to his mouth. He knows Blaine's mind immediately goes back to a few minutes before when he was going down on him in the car.

"Can I ask you something?" Blaine says as he takes a drink of his sweet tea, breaking his eye contact of Kurt's mouth.

"Sure."

"I know I was the reason you left, but," Blaine takes a deep breath, getting ready to say what he wants. "Why did you leave when you first came back?"

It's an unexpected question. Right out of left field for Kurt. But he guesses Blaine has probably been thinking about it for some time for him to ask it in the first place. He thinks about the answer, wondering if he should be honest; and deciding to tell him the truth.

"I...," Kurt trails off when he finally starts talking; trying to think of a way to put it without coming off as rude. "I actually came back hoping that you had maybe changed your mind. But...then you told me about Kennedy. I didn't...couldn't be around to see you with someone else. Especially a girl."

"Then you left the next morning without saying goodbye." Kurt sees Blaine's eyes fill with the memory of that day; a sadness washing over him. "I was mad at you for a few months after that."

"I thought it was easier to leave than deal with the pain that would come with seeing you with her." Kurt thanks the waitress when she sets their plates of food in front of them. "It still hurt when I saw you with her a few weeks ago." Smiling at Blaine to show he is fine now, Kurt grabs a fry and eats it.

"Do you not like her because of that?"

"I'm not an asshole, Blaine," Kurt replies, picking up his sandwich. "I not gonna hate her because she has you." Kurt takes notice of how those words affect Blaine; he hears his intake of breath and how his eyes go wide for a split second. "I saw enough to know why you're with her."

"I enjoy being with you more," Blaine says with a grin.

"Yeah, because I give you orgasms," Kurt says to lighten the mood, happy when Blaine laughs at that, nodding his head along.

"True," Blaine jokes.

Walking to his car when they finish eating an hour later, goosebumps going up his arm when Blaine brushes their hands together, Kurt wants to take Blaine's hand in his. But too soon Blaine is pulling his hand away, and Kurt wants to chase that touch again. He wants to know how it feels to have Blaine's hand in his while they walk in public. But he knows they have to be careful.

Gazing at Blaine when he turns him to face him, Kurt is shocked when he kisses him right there in the middle of the parking lot. It's a heart-stopping, breath-stealing kind of kiss that has Kurt wanting to let it go on forever.

Smiling when Blaine rests his forehead to his, keeping his eyes closed, wanting to stay in this feeling of happiness for as long as he can. "I'm sorry for how I hurt you, Kurt," Blaine whispers. "I wish I could have done it differently."

"You can't change the past," he says as he opens his eyes, taking a step back before anyone can see them. "I'm just glad that I have this with you now."

"I wish it could be more."

Kurt nods his head. Yeah, he wants to be selfish and have Blaine all to himself; but he knows that won't be a possibility if Blaine continues to hide the true person he is. "Come on," he says as he starts to walk back to his car. "Let's get back before Tilly can't cover for us no more."

~

Barely ghosting his fingers up and down Kurt's back, skin soft and warm to his touch, Blaine feels as Kurt breathes in and out. "I had a great time today," he says in a low voice as he continues to stare at the shadows cast on the ceiling from the light of the moon spilling into the window.

When he came to Kurt's room a few hours before, he had every intention of continuing what they started earlier in the theater and car. But somewhere along the lines of falling into bed and kissing Kurt crazy, he realized he wanted just that. He wanted nothing more than the press of Kurt's lips to his and his body close to his. So that's what they did. They kissed until their lips where red and swollen and numb; kissed until Kurt became sleepy and rested his head against his chest and slowly started to drift to sleep.

"Me too," comes Kurt's sleepy reply.

Lying there as Kurt snuggles closer to him, leaving no space left between them. Now with Kurt's head resting right over his heart, their legs tangled, and his fingers of his other hand linked with Kurt's hand that rest by his hip, Blaine continues to ghost his fingers over Kurt's back as he listens to his even breathing and the rustling of leaves as the wind blows outside.

He carefully climbs out of bed, watching Kurt curl his arms under himself fast sleep. Bringing his blanket up higher to cover his body, Blaine leans down and gives him a kiss to his temple. "I'll see you in the morning," he whispers and walks away.

Collapsing in his bed a few minutes later, Blaine thinks about the time spent with Kurt today and how he wouldn't mind having more opportunities to have more days like it, and wondering what he would have to do to get a few days for themselves; be away from his parents and anyone who might interrupt them during the day.

Letting out a yawn, Blaine stops thinking about that for now and falls asleep.