AN: Things get a bit steamy in the last part but I don't think it warrants an M rating because I'm convinced that I can't write M-rated stuff. But tell me if I'm wrong and you don't think it's still T.

Warning from 2x02 still applies.

Summery:Everyone messes up – Kurt's no exception.

2x03 Let's talk about sex

Previously on NYADA Sophomore Year. Kurt returned to New York for school where he discovered that his stepbrother accidentally knocked up one of his friends. He and the girls did their best to help Quinn out when she discovered she didn't have that many options if she wanted to hide it from her parents and stay in school. Jesse St. James transferred to NYADA with the goal to take Blaine down and Kurt met freshman Adam and agreed to become his mentor of sorts. And that's what you missed on NYADA Sophomore Year.

They come back to the nondescript building a few blocks away from Columbia University a few days later, after she had more time to think about it. The pamphlets Kurt picked up for her were informative but it still wasn't enough – she had to know everything – and so, after two days of looking up everything babies related on the internet, she decided that if she was going to take care of it, it had to happen now, while she was still under five weeks. She didn't think she could go through with it later on in her pregnancy.

Her friends Santana, Brittany and Kurt are with her again, all of them skipping a class because the only appointment she could get was in the morning. They are silent as they approach and as much as Quinn wants to stop herself, her arm snakes around her waist every now and then and cradles her thankfully still flat stomach.

Santana shoots her a sympathetic smile when she notices but Quinn doesn't return it, because as much as the girls and Kurt try to help, they have no idea what she's going through, how earth-shattering that decision is.

A year ago she had thought that having to pick a dress for prom, fighting for roles and finding a Quinn Fabray appropriate boyfriend would be the most difficult thing to deal with in high school, but that was before she got drunk and lost her virginity to Kurt's stepbrother.

And now she has to make this adult decision she doesn't feel remotely ready for – though does one ever? – and nothing – not her friends' sympathetic smiles or their hugs – can make this easier.

"Q, it's nine thirty. We need to go in," Santana reminds her, her tone of voice more gentle than she has heard before. Quinn holds her head high, and wills her legs to take a step forward. They aren't really cooperating.

"It's okay if you're not going to go through with it but you should at least see a doctor to make sure everything's okay," Santana prods her again, and when did she become the rational one in the group? Quinn barely recognizes the angry girl she meet two years ago at Sue's cheer camp – the girl who threatened people with the razor blades hidden in her hair if they dared to bring up her mom or say something negative about her and Brittany.

Quinn eyes the building in front of again and shivers. There are just so many things inside that scare her. She's never even been to that kind of doctor before – there hadn't been a reason for a visit – and now she's supposed to do a scary check up and abortion all in one.

Santana seems to be able to read minds these days because she wraps her arm around Quinn's shoulder. "Do you want me to come in with you?"

Quinn nods because as much as she wants to put on her mask right now and be cool, calm and collected Quinn Fabray, she can't, knows she's only minutes away from a complete breakdown.

So she raises her chin, squares her shoulder and tries to get her face into the semblance of a smile, which probably looks more like a grimace, while she still can, and takes that all important step forward.

"Come on, let's get this over with," she snarls, but there is no heat behind it. They all know that this is killing her inside.

"How is she? Any better?" his boyfriend asks while he is walking to his dorm room after a long afternoon of dance rehearsal with Dakota Stanley. Ms. Carson is covering for Quinn until she feels fit enough to join rehearsal again, but the rest of them got tortured by the tiny teacher, who seems to hate everyone taller than him on principle. It's only because of him that Kurt realized he grew a bit during the summer after all, because Mr. Stanley's remarks had been vicious the one time Kurt stepped on Brittany's toes.

"Not really, but Santana is with her now. I wanted to stay but I have a skype date with my family," he replies after pushing the teacher's voice out of his head.

"Oh, I thought we could do something later. I've barely seen you since we came back to school." Blaine sounds sad, not accusatory, so Kurt takes a deep breath before he replies because his boyfriends doesn't deserve getting bitched out because he misses him.

It's not that he doesn't miss his boyfriend as well, but with Quinn's drama and his new role as mentor, he just doesn't have a lot of time, if he wants to do homework and rehearse for classes as well. And the semester just started. Kurt really hopes that things will calm down a bit as the school year progresses.

"I'm sorry. I'll ask my dad if we can go out Friday, just the two of us, I promise." He uses his key card one handed while trying not to drop his book bag and steps into the dorm building a moment later.

Adam jumps up from one of the chairs outside the common room when he spots Kurt, but Kurt waves him off, because his family is probably waiting already and whatever the freshman wants can probably wait. He tries to ignore the young boy's disappointed expression when Kurt rushes past him and takes two steps at a time, nearly missing the last and stumbling a bit.

Jeff isn't in the room yet, probably still out trying new dance routine's with Nick and Kurt collapses on his bed, his laptop booting up next to him. His phone chimes in his bag while he waits and he groans when his sore muscles protest him bending down to retrieve it.

"Tell your brother to stop texting me," the text from Quinn says followed immediately by a text from Finn telling him he's online and wants to talk before the parents join them.

Kurt frowns because what does Finn have to talk about. Did Quinn tell him after all?

Before he can ponder it further, he logs into Skype and is immediately faced with his giant stepbrother who has his face way too close to the camera.

"Dude, about time." "What's this about, Finn?" Kurt asks, trying not to show his anger. "It's just that Quinn won't take my calls or answer my texts and than that scary chick sent me a text telling me to stay away from her girl. Is she a lesbian too now. I mean it wasn't perfect but it couldn't have been that bad right," Finn rambles on, while Kurt's eyebrow starts to twitch.

Now, Kurt is a typical teenager in many respects, including thinking he knows everything and can do nothing wrong, but in retrospect he has to admit that he could have handled that situation slightly different. Or a lot different. But one always knows better after the fact.

But right now he doesn't know better and messes up, big time – not that he would agree with that assessment in that moment.

"God, what's wrong with you, Finn. This isn't about you, because newsflash the world doesn't revolve around you. What did you expect to happen – that you knock her up and she's happy about it," he yells, glad that Jeff isn't back yet because he's one of the few who know who Quinn hooked up with over the summer.

Immediately after he finishes his tirade his eyes widen and he slaps his hand over his mouth but it's already too late. Finn looks confused for a moment, before his own eyes widen.

"Quinn's pregnant? And you are sure it's mine?" Finn asks and Kurt wants to strangle him and probably would attempt it if the screen weren't between them.

"Of course it is. Are you calling her a slut now?" Finn tries to back paddle immediately but Kurt doesn't let him. "But don't worry, she took care of it. Your future as mediocre quarterback is safe." He knows it's a low blow, bringing up Finn's 'talent' as a football player but he can't help it

"She what? But she didn't even tell me. How could she-?" It's probably good for Finn that he doesn't get to finish the sentence, but Kurt still startles when his dad's face suddenly comes into view.

"Kurt, I'm going to have to call you back. Carole and I need to have a talk with Finn," his dad tells him and Kurt nods once, already regretting that he yelled at Finn because the last thing he wanted was for his dad to find out. He doesn't think his dad would ever tell Quinn's parents but the more people know the higher the chance that it will get back to them at some point.

He logs out of Skype quickly before he presses his face into his pillow, cursing his own stupidity.

Burt doesn't know who looks more shocked after his son's outburst – his wife, his stepson or himself. What he does know is that he apparently has no clue what's going on in his family. After not seeing Rachel around the house for a few weeks he did assume they broke up and Carole confirmed it, but he had no idea that Finn was involved with one of Kurt's friends while they were in Ohio.

He takes a deep breath, because yelling won't change anything, before he shuts down Finn's laptop and points to the living room.

"Now. I think it's about time we had a little talk."

Finn slinks past him, but Carole stays rooted on the spot, her face incredibly pale.

"You okay?" She shakes her head. "This is my fault. I didn't think I had to talk to him about that stuff again because he learned it in school and Rachel's parents were pretty strict when it came to Finn."

Burt immediately shakes his head. "Hey, no. It's not your fault Finn thinks it's okay to get drunk and sleep with young girls. Or that he thinks what I told Kurt doesn't apply to him as well."

Before he can reassure her further, there is the sound of a crash in the living room and Burt takes his wife's hand. "Come on, before he destroy another vase."

Finn is rubbing his leg when they enter the living room and Burt points at the couch before he and Carole take the two armchairs.

"Care to explain what that was all about?" he asks in a stern voice, because this is serious. This isn't just about missing curfew or throwing a party when they weren't home.

"I didn't know. I swear," Finn immediately replies, still struggling to get off the floor.

"So what happened? Did the condom break?" Carole asks and Finn's face flushes for a moment before he just looks guilty. Burt wants to tell him that if he can't talk about it, he sure as hell isn't mature enough to do it, but that can wait, because he has more important things to deal with – like Finn's facial expression.

"Don't tell me you didn't use one. You're seventeen for god's sake and a high school senior! I'm sure you've heard of them before now." He can't stop his voice from getting louder, because while he would never call his stepson stupid, his actions question how smart his decisions are.

"She said she was a virgin and we thought that you couldn't get pregnant the first time," Finn explains and Burt just gapes at him. Because while he is aware that McKinley isn't the best school in the area, he didn't think its curriculum was that lacking.

Carole just looks resigned when she tells her son to expect an in depth sex talk once they are done talking.

"What are you going to do about the girl?" Burt asks after a beat, because she must be feeling terrible if Kurt yelled at Finn like that.

Finn just shrugs. "What's there to do? She took care of it. We both learn from our mistakes and I promise not to do it again."

Not yelling at Finn is really turning into an exercise of restraint.

"How about you apologize for taking advantage of her when she was drunk? You are the older one here and I thought you were responsible enough to be allowed to stay over at parties, but clearly I was mistaken."

"But she wanted it," Finn argues, because that boy doesn't know when to stop. "And I'm not that much older. She's like Kurt's age, I think, and you don't say anything about Kurt dating Blaine:"

Suddenly Carole's hand is on his arm, stroking up and down in a soothing manner.

"You don't even know how old she is? Jesus, Finn."

"I said I'm sorry. But like I said, if Blaine can date Kurt, why shouldn't I date a younger girl."

Burt really doesn't want to turn this into a discussion about his son, but apparently his son's relationship is the reason his stepson thinks his behavior is okay.

"First of all Finn, Kurt and Blaine have been together for nearly a year and while I wasn't happy about it at first they both proved that they can be trusted to go to school together without getting into trouble again. Secondly, Blaine and Kurt did not sleep together that one time they got drunk, so I trust Blaine not to take advantage of him should it happen again – which it wont if they know what's good for them. And thirdly, this isn't about Kurt and his boyfriend, this is about you Finn."

His stepson has shrunken back during his monologue, looking properly chastised by now and Burt thinks it's time to let Carole handle the rest for now.

"This is not over. From now on you tell us where you are going and who you are going out with until we can trust you again. Are we clear?" he asks and after Finn nods frantically he rushes into the kitchen, because after that he needs a beer or three.

He is on his second beer when Carole comes back down a while later and promptly gets her own from the fridge. When she sighs he raises an eyebrow in question.

"Let's just say that it's shocking that a seventeen year old who's been dating since he was fourteen knows so little. And that it's my fault for thinking kids actually learn stuff in school."

Burt nods though he's pretty certain they teach that kind of stuff in school nowadays and as far as he knows McKinley isn't one of those schools who preaches abstinence.

"Do they have sex ed at NYADA?" Carole interrupts his musings and Burt thinks about what he read for a moment before he answers.

"I think so. I mean I think it's part of their biology curriculum." "And do you think they include kids like Kurt?" his wife continues and Burt frowns before he shakes his head.

"I'd be surprised if they did. But why are you asking?" Weren't they just talking about Finn?

"It's like you said. Kurt's sixteen, he's been in a committed relationship for ten months, doesn't live at home and has an older boyfriend." "Who's scared of me," he interrupts her, but Carole just roles her eyes. "He does now, but soon it's going to be out of sight, out of mind again. So I think you should bite the bullet and talk to Kurt about it. I know they can't get pregnant, but you should still do it rather sooner than later."

Burt makes a face, but he knows his wife his right. Problem is, he knows nothing about giving a birds and the birds talk. He's heard enough derogatory terms and read enough swear words in bathroom stalls to piece together what gay sex is but he doesn't really feel qualified to talk to his son about it.

"I'm going to get some pamphlets for Finn at the free clinic tomorrow. You might want to come with me and get some for Kurt as well," Carole suggests and Burt pouts because he doesn't really want to go.

"Oh, no. I had to do it with my son, man up and talk to your own."

"Fine. But what are we going to do about Kurt's friend?" "I don't think there's anything we can do because we aren't even supposed to know."

Burt nods, before he gets another beer for him and Carole from the fridge. Why does raising teenagers have to be so hard. He really hoped that in this day and age he would never have a discussion about teen pregnancy in his family.

After a bit of wallowing, Kurt finally drags his sore body out of bed again, because the guilt is killing him. He knows he has to tell Quinn what he did and then take whatever she throws at him. He screwed up, but he was not going to hide it.

He starts to drag his feet though, the closer he gets to his friend's room. When he is in front of her room and can hear terrible rap music coming through he turns around and heads over to Santana's room instead.

Quinn looks a bit better than the last time he saw her but even a stranger can probably tell that she is not okay.

Santana and Brittany are cuddled up together next to her on the bed and Kurt wishes they weren't here to hear him confess what he did.

"Hey, Quinn. Can I talk to you for a second?" he asks her, and Santana immediately narrows her eyes before she out right glares at him.

"You look guilty. What did you do?"

Kurt swallows once before he sits down on her desk chair and faces the three girls.

"I was talking to Finn and I got so mad that I started yelling at him and I accidentally told him why I was angry and my whole family overheard," he confesses as quickly as possible, not daring to look away from Quinn.

But it's Santana who reacts.

"Hijo de puta! What the fuck! How could you do this to her? Are you really this selfish that your anger with Frankenteen was more important than Quinn's feelings? I thought you were her friend!" she yells at him, and Kurt just sits there and lets her because he deserves her anger.

He knows that if anyone had a right to yell at Finn it was Quinn and he should have accepted it when she told him to let it go.

"I'm sorry-" "Sorry doesn't cut it, Hummel." The use of his last name makes him flinch but he keeps his eyes on Quinn.

"Let him be, San," she finally says. "It's not like it's going to change anything now and he won't say anything, right?" Kurt nods quickly because he's sure Finn won't want to tell anyone about what he did.

"Maybe I would have told him myself at some point," she continues to his surprise, "but I didn't want to before I made a decision because I was afraid he'd want to get involved and tell me what to do."

It doesn't make him feel better about what he did, but he's still glad he told her.

"I'm really sorry though and I would understand if you didn't want to be friends with me anymore," he tells her earnestly although he hopes he won't lose the first friends he made at school.

While Santana still looks like she might be considering it and Brittany just looks confused, Quinn shakes her head.

"You made a mistake and what would it say about myself if I couldn't forgive you for that. You were there for me when I was dealing with my own and that's what counts."

He doesn't comment on it, but even Santana has tears in her eyes when they come together for a group hug a few moments later.

They are walking through the quad on their way back to the dorms when a young boy with blond hair comes up to Kurt and blushes as soon as he reaches him.

"He-, hey, Kurt," he stutters. "I was wondering if you could help me with my audition for Vocal Explosion." He barely looks at Blaine when he asks and Blaine just finds him adorable, the accent and the way he blushes around Kurt.

Kurt makes a show of checking his calendar before he tells the freshman to meet him tomorrow afternoon in one of the rehearsal rooms. Blaine just rolls his eyes good naturedly and holds off with the teasing until the young boy has run off again.

"He so has a crush on you," he whispers into his boyfriend's ear when Adam is out of sight but Kurt just huffs.

"I don't see why you'd think that. All he did was ask for my help."

Blaine can't help it and sniggers. "Kurt, he wants to spend more time with you. Practice is just an excuse."

"Do I detect a little jealousy," Kurt shoots back, but he's smiling and Blaine quickly shakes his head.

"You know why?" he asks and Kurt shakes his head.

"Because I love you and I know you love me too." Kurt beams at him, like he always does when Blaine uses the L word and Blaine leans in and steals a quick kiss.

"Come on, let's get inside. I want to use the little time I have with you."

When Kurt gets back to his room after making out with Blaine for close to an hour, he has a missed skype call from his dad. After checking that no hickeys are visible above his collar, he drops his bag before calling his dad back.

"Hey, buddy. Sorry for not getting back to you yesterday but we had a lot to talk about."

Kurt nods, grateful that he isn't in Finn's shoes right now.

"Was she the friend you had to help out?" his dad asks and Kurt nods again, because like Quinn said, what's done is done. "I couldn't tell you because I promised her and I never meant for it to come out like that."

"Well, I'm glad it did come out because it made me aware of a few things," his dad replies and Kurt frowns, because what conclusion could his dad possibly have come to.

"It made me realize that I should have a talk with you about sex. I know you kids have the internet or your friends if you don't learn about it in school, but from what I've seen online during my brief research, I'd rather you didn't go online to look for information," his dad tells him and Kurt can feel his face flush.

He's praying to a god he doesn't believe in that his dad isn't going to give him a sex talk via skype but apparently his dad doesn't hear his prayer either because he soldiers on.

"The most important thing if you are going to have sexone dayis to use protection. Do you know what that means?" Kurt nods quickly hoping that's it, but of course it's not.

"What does it mean, Kurt?" "Use a condom," he mumbles and quickly adds before this can get worse. "We learned how to put it on cucumbers last semester."

"Okay good. Now, I don't know what they told you in school, but you shouldn't just use one for penetrative sex but also for oral sex," his dad keeps going, and Kurt's certain his face has never been as red as it is now.

"Do you know what that means?" "Yes, but please don't make me say it." Maybe he should just have put his fingers in his ears. It's not like his dad is here and can force him to listen. But on the other hand he is touched that his dad is willing to give his son a gay sex talk.

"I know that you are a teenager and as a teenager you have certain urges, but you shouldn't have sex with someone just because you are horny. It should mean something, because while it's fun, it also makes you really vulnerable. I could tell you to wait till you are thirty but we both know that isn't realistic so I'm just asking you to make sure it means something and it is with a person who cares about you as much as you care about him. And that there's nothing wrong with not being ready and needing more time. Sex, it's not a race, no matter what those teen movies want to tell you, and you shouldn't treat as such."

Okay, this isn't too bad. It's embarrassing but it could be worse, Kurt thinks, but apparently thinking it can't get worse means jinxing it.

"Remember what I told you about those dreams a few years ago and that there's nothing wrong with taking care of yourself," his dad soldiers on, his own face slightly red and Kurt winces because that's another talk he'd like to pretend never happened.

"Yeah," he replies, dreading what ever his dad plans to say next.

"Just keep that in mind as an alternative for dealing with your urges. No need to jump into bed with Blaine before you are really ready when you have other options."

Kurt cringes but as much as he is mortified he is also touched that his dad thinks he and Blaine will be together long enough that Blaine will be his first.

"Thanks for the advice, dad," he forces out and lets out a sigh of relief a moment later when he hears Jeff's key in the lock.

"Jeff's back, dad. I gotta go," he rushes out because he really doesn't need his roommate to overhear their conversation.

"Alright, buddy. Take care and remember what I told you."

Kurt quickly snaps his laptop shut before Jeff can see who his talking to before falling face forward onto his bed.

"You all right, dude? You look like I did after my mom gave me the talk last year," Jeff observes and Kurt blushes again.

"Oh my god. Did your dad just-? That's hilarious."

"Shut up," Kurt grumbles into his pillow, because he doesn't have enough energy left to throw it in Jeff's face. His roommates laughter is audible until he shuts the bathroom door and Kurt wishes the earth would swallow him whole.

Two days later Kurt meets Adam in on of the practice rooms to help him pick out a song for his audition. Before he can get started however the younger boy interrupts him.

"Oh my god, I love your outfit. You have to come to London one day – you'll love the shops there."

Kurt quietly agrees but there's no way he's going to be able to afford a trip to Europe any time soon.

"Do you miss it a lot? I guess it must be hard to leave all your friends behind and move to another country," he asks because maybe Blaine was right and Adam wants someone to talk to more than help with his audition.

The freshman shrugs. "It's okay, I guess. My parents travelled a lot when I was younger, so I'm used to changing schools fairly often. They did promise me though that NYADA is going to be my only high school because it's a boarding school and living in New York is pretty cool from what I've seen so far," Adam replies after sitting down next to Kurt on the floor.

"It is pretty cool here," Kurt agrees, "especially for a kid who grew up in a small town in Ohio. Not a lot of cool stores there," he adds jokingly.

"Maybe we can go shopping together some time. You always wear these awesome clothes so maybe you could help me pick some things out as well."

"Flattery well get you everywhere, good sir," Kurt replies with a smile and a blush appears on Adam's face but Kurt doesn't put much stock into it. After all, he's reacting the same way whenever someone pays him a complement. He's pretty sure Blaine's wrong about Adam having a crush – he probably just wants to make friends. They don't even know if Adam's interested in boys or girls yet, so he plans not to make any assumptions until Adam says something about it one way or the other.

They end up talking some more – about the different cities in Europe Adam has lived in and what growing up in Ohio was like.

"So, is Blaine like your boyfriend?" Adam asks after Kurt reminded him that they still have to pick a song for his audition.

Kurt nods while rifling through a binder of sheet music. "He seems nice," Adam continues and Kurt nods again, making a triumphant sound when he found a song he thought suited Adam's voice.

"Pink?" Adam asks when he sees Kurt choice, one eyebrow raised and Kurt laughs. "Let's just say our fearless leader has a thing for songs by female pop artists," he explains. He can't imagine Blaine not letting a guy singing Pink or Katy Perry into VE.

Half an hour and countless run throughs later Kurt packs up his music and turns to Adam to say goodbye. The younger boy surprises him however by throwing his arms around him briefly for a hug.

"Sorry," he stutters when he sees Kurt's surprised reaction. "I thought friends in America hug all the time."

Kurt quickly schools his expression. "It's okay, you just caught me off guard. I'll see at VE practice."

As soon as Adam has left the room, he pulls out his phone and sends a text to Blaine. "You were wrong. He totally sees me as just a friend."

The answer comes promptly. "You want to bet on that. Because we both know how you get when I win."

Things return to a semblance of normalcy afterward. Quinn attends all her classes again and as the days go by she looks less sickly and more indifferent – her usual look from before. Santana is talking to him again as well – after giving him the cold shoulder for about a week and Jeff stopped moping around a few days ago after he and his girlfriend made up after a fight.

They have five new freshman in VE replacing the seniors who graduated in May, Alexa, a petite redhead from Boston, Johnny, a tall and lanky blond from Rhode Island, Melanie, a sweet, but shy brunet from New Jersey, Trent, a slightly chubby boy from Illinois and his new friend Adam who got in without a problem after Kurt helped him pick a song.

Schoolwork takes up more of his time again and Blaine is busy dealing with Jesse St. James' antics in class when he isn't meeting with the school's academic advisor to start picking out the colleges he wants to apply to. With both of them busy they instated Fridays as date night and squeeze in coffee at the Lima Bean as often as possible.

The fall semester's musical got announced a few days back and now Kurt is listening to all the cast recordings and watching the concert version of 'Chess' to figure out what the musical is about and if he should try to audition for a bigger role this time around.

With all the distractions going on and their busy schedules the talk his dad gave him completely slipped his mind – especially because he and Blaine haven't found the time nor the place yet to do more than share a few kisses between classes or when either of their roommates was out.

So it takes him by surprise and catches him off guard when he opens his mail while Blaine is finishing his homework on the bed next to him and a stack of pamphlets falls out after a note from his dad.

"Sorry for sending them so late kiddo. Wanted you to have them after our talk but I forgot to post them. Please read them and talk to me if you have any questions. Love, dad," the note says and Kurt flushes before he tries to push the pamphlets under his pillow.

"What's that?" Blaine ever the observant boyfriend asks immediately and Kurt blushes before he squeaks out a 'nothing', cursing his voice for always giving away when he is nervous.

"Kurt?" Blaine asks, eyebrow raised and Kurt reluctantly pulls the pamphlets out again and puts them in front of his boyfriend.

"Did you order them?" Blaine continues his questioning. "You could have come to me if you had any questions," he adds calmly while Kurt shakes his head almost violently.

"No, my dad got them for me. He, uh, had a talk with me after he found out about Finn and Quinn."

"Wow, I wish my dad had done that for me. I had to find all the information online and there were some things I'd play a lot of money to unsee them," Blaine tells him while Kurt roles his eyes. Only his boyfriend would wish for a parental sex talk.

"I'll put them away," Kurt announces but a hand on his arm stops him. "Or maybe we could look through them together. Just so I can check if the information I found online was accurate," Blaine jokes when he sees the expression on Kurt's face.

Kurt thinks that's a horrible idea because he didn't plan to actually read them. He may want to do certain things with Blaine, but he doesn't need the graphic descriptions or worse – pictures. His fifteen-second foray into the world of adult movies curtsey of Puck had been enough, thank you very much.

"I'm sure what you found was all right. I can just read those later," he mumbles while gingerly picking up the offending pamphlets but Blaine stops him again.

"Hey, you were the one who said I had to stop treating you like a child and be open to move forward in our physical relationship. But if you can't even read through those with me, than I don't think that you are anywhere near ready to do certain things."

Blaine's probably right, but talking about these things is just so embarrassing. He'd rather allude to certain things and hope Blaine's on the same page, but apparently Blaine has other ideas.

"Fine, but it's your fault if I don't want to make out with you anymore because I am traumatized."

Blaine just smiles at him fondly before a picks up the first pamphlet – 'Boys will be Boys.'

It is embarrassing and consists mainly of stuttering and blushing on Kurt's part and reassurance on Blaine's when Kurt tells him not now, maybe later, and definitely never about the things they read. Even Blaine is blushing when they put the last of the stack down – one that unfortunately had illustrations in it.

"That wasn't so bad now, was it?" Blaine asks after Kurt put them into his closet. Kurt rolls his eyes for a moment before he replies. "I guess I'll live."

He lets Blaine tug him back down onto the bed and goes willingly when Blaine frames his cheeks and presses their mouths together.

"Not traumatized," he jokes but Kurt quickly shuts him up by pushing Blaine on his back and lying half on top of him.

"Jeff shouldn't be back for another two hours and there were some things I told you I wouldn't mind doing," he reminds his boyfriend before he awkwardly straddles Blaine's hips, keeping them apart for now though.

After a few minutes of lazy kisses with Kurt hovering over Blaine, their kisses grow more passionate. When Blaine's shirt gets in the way of Kurt kissing down his jaw to his collarbone for the third time, he sits up on Blaine's thighs and stares at his boyfriend intently, hoping Blaine will get the message. He doesn't.

"Can we take our shirts off? Nothing else because I'm not ready for that, but I want to feel your skin against mine again," he confesses, blush staining his cheeks.

Blaine is slightly out of breath as well and quickly complies. Kurt nearly moans when he lies back down, his bare chest now pressing straight against Blaine's. He spends some time sucking on Blaine's collarbone until his boyfriend sprouts a hickey the size of Texas. His hips are still awkwardly hovering over Blaine's, because now that they've been kissing for a while, he's certain Blaine's going to feel how much it affects him if he lays down fully on top of him.

Neither of them wants to take the first step, both too afraid of pushing the other, but it's Blaine who accidentally ends their stalemate when he jerks up after Kurt kissed one of his nipples out of curiosity.

Kurt bites his lip to suppress a moan when their erections brush against each other for the first time, because he is sure he sounds weird. The people in that movie definitely weirded him out with their moaning.

"Sorry, Kurt," Blaine immediately apologizes and puts his hands on Kurt's hips to keep him in place above him.

"No, I liked it," Kurt pouts, before he slaps his hand over his mouth, because whatever happened to his filter?

"Are you sure about that?" He can read quite a few emotions on Blaine's face. Uncertain and horny are the dominant ones however. "I'm just warning you that if we keep that up, we probably end up coming in our pants," Blaine says bluntly, a slight blush blooming on his cheeks however.

Kurt takes a moment to look down to his pants, but luckily he already changed for his study session with Blaine and they are not his skintight, expensive ones. Skintight would probably be painful by now so he's glad he dressed down for his 'date.'

"I'm sure if you are," he replies, putting the ball back in Blaine's court. Horny definitely wins out over uncertainty because moments later Blaine's hands on his hips are not keeping him up any more but guiding him down.

As they keep kissing and move against each other without any rhythm because they've both never done this before, Kurt remembers something his dad said – and no, he should definitely not be thinking about his dad right now – about masturbation being a good alternative to being intimate with Blaine – because they are definitely being intimate – but what his dad neglected to tell him was that it was so much better with another person.

After a while he doesn't even care about the noises escaping his mouth any more because Blaine makes them as well and he doesn't find them weird.

When it's over and they've both changed into clean underwear and pants – and Kurt shouldn't be embarrassed about lending Blaine a pair of boxers after what they just did – they lie down again next to one another, trading soft kisses until Jeff returns from dance training.

Kurt walks Blaine up to his room a few minutes later to give Jeff some space and his boyfriend stops him before he can leave after their kiss goodbye.

"So that was okay, right? I didn't push you or anything." Kurt only barely manages not to roll his eyes because if anyone pushed it was him.

"I'm not really a fan of that whole ruining my pants thing," he confesses quietly though the hallway is empty. "But until I'm comfortable taking my clothes off, I'll just have to get used to it."

Blaine looks at him in surprise for a moment before he leans in to whisper into Kurt's ear. "So you want to do that again, maybe, some time?"

Kurt nods shyly for a moment before puts on what he hopes is a sexy and flirty expression. "After all, it can only get better with a little practice."

With that he saunters off, leaving Blaine with his mouth wide open in front of his dorm room.

Kurt's still floating on cloud nine the next day when he meets Adam for lunch in the courtyard. It earned him a smirk from Santana, who seems to have a sixth sense for all things sex related, but luckily no one else commented though he's sure he has 'did something sexual with my boyfriend' tattooed on his forehead.

"So are you going to audition for the lead?" Adam asks and Kurt realizes he's only been listening to half of what the younger boy was saying.

"I don't think so. I don't know the musical well enough and the seniors usually get the leads.

"But there are like a lot of big male roles. I saw the concert version in London and I think you would be amazing in it. You are so talented."

"Thanks Adam, that's sweet of you." The freshman blushes again but by now Kurt's used to it and doesn't think about it anymore.

And maybe Adam is right. He usually gets positive feedback in acting class and he is a good singer, even better now after a year of training with Bryan Ryan. He could totally play a bigger role.

In the end he isn't sure what convinces him – the elated feeling after the afternoon spent with Blaine or Adam's compliments – but he marches up to the sign up board after his last class let out and signs up to audition for 'The American'.

Kurt Hummel was on top of the world and nothing was going to bring him down.

AN: One sex talk inspired by my friends making me rewatch American Pie 1 with them ;)