“Okay, well meet you there, Dad. Looks like about ten minutes before we hit Lima, then another ten or so to the restaurant,” Kurt said into his cell phone. “Bye, Dad.”

“Did you get that?” he asked Blaine.

“Yeah, Betty Lous Barbeque. Sounds great, I love barbecue,” Blaine grinned.

“Well, I hope theres something good for me to eat. Im not so sure all that meat is really a healthy way to go,” Kurt complained.

“Its not fried, and they probably serve coleslaw and salad. Theres probably chicken?” Blaine suggested.

“Ill find something. Dad seemed excited to take us there, so Ill try to be excited, if only for his sake,” Kurt pondered.

They pulled up and Kurt got out of the Lexus without help, grinning to himself because he was getting better with the new prosthesis. He looked across the parking lot to see his dads work truck parked and his father walking towards them.

“Dad!” he cried and jumped into his fathers arms.

“Hey, buddy, youd think you hadnt seen me for a month, not just a few days,” Burt said, but didnt let go for a few moments just the same.

“I just missed you is all...” Kurt said, standing on his own again. “Notice anything different?”

“No crutch. Wow, and a cool new leg, too. Is this one different?” Burt asked.

“Yeah, it has software that learns how I walk and adjusts itself. Its kind of interesting how it works,” Kurt told his dad.

“Youll have to tell me all about it. Lets go inside, Im famished,” Burt said, putting a hand out to shake with Blaine as he came around the car.

Sitting in the restaurant, they looked over the menus and Kurt complained until he found a salad made with barbecued chicken. When they had put in their order – both Blaine and Burt ordered ribs, of course – Burt turned to Kurt.

“Well, whats the big news?”

“Kurt got in!” Blaine crowed, hardly able to stop himself from being the bearer of the good news. Kurt glared at him for a moment but when he saw the joy in Blaines face he couldnt be irritated.

“Congratulations, Kurt! I knew you could do it,” his dad said, reaching out to grip his sons forearm. “I know youre going to have a great time there.”

“Im going to miss you, Dad,” Kurt added, clearly torn at the two sides of the news: good that he got in and got a scholarship, sad that he was leaving his home and father behind.

“Dont be silly. Youre going to be coming home every weekend. Its going to be fine, I promise,” Burt said.

“You need to eat healthy, Dad. Maybe I need to give this up – I dont want you eating a bunch of greasy take-out or filling up on carbs and pork. I think your choice of lunch today just proves you cannot be left on your own,” Kurt admonished.

“Now, Beau, your dad can take care of himself. Plus, we can cook for him on the weekends and freeze meals for him to heat up during the week,” Blaine added, worried that Kurt might be considering a change of plans.

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Burt grinned.

“Dad, I rode a horse,” Kurt said.

Burt did a double-take. He had never heard his son even mention he wanted to ride a horse.

“Really?”

“Yeah. His name was Rocky...short for Rocking Chair. He was an old gentle horse that belongs to Trents youngest sister, Kate. She told me she wants to teach me to ride,” Kurt smiled.

“I think were going to talk about that, Kurt. We need to be sure youre better – and that the doctor approves,” Burt said.

“Oh, I called the doctor to be sure if was safe before we took him, Mr. Hummel,” Blaine assured him. Burt rolled his eyes.

Kurt huffed and turned to look around the restaurant, not wanting to get into an argument in public that he was sure hed lose. His eyes fell on one of the waitresses and the T-shirt uniform she was wearing. It was a logo of the restaurant on the front: Betty Lous written in bold cursive, but what caught his eye was when she turned her back and he saw what was printed there. He giggled, then tried to stop, but it turned into a loud belly laugh which made him cover his mouth with both hands as he blushed bright pink.

Burt and Blaine both turned to see what was so funny and Blaine caught his breath before breaking into laughter. Burt just sat there.

“You two are just a couple of loons. Whats so funny?” Burt asked.

“Did you read the back of her shirt?” Kurt asked between laughs. Burt shook his head no.

“It said, If your fingers arent sticky, youre not trying hard enough,” Blaine blurted out, causing the two boys to begin to chuckle once again. Burt glared at the two of them.

“I cant take you two anywhere. Stop it,” he said, but they could tell by the smirk at the corner of his mouth that he thought it was funny, too.

After lunch, Kurt hugged his father goodbye, promising to meet him back at the house for dinner. They had planned to sleep over and go back to Dalton in the morning, the car packed with Kurts things. He didnt need to bring too much, the room was already furnished and he would be wearing his new uniform to classes, but there were things he wanted to have in the room – pictures of his parents, a photo album of his friends in New Directions at some of their competitions, his own pillows. Blaine didnt comment on any of the things, he wanted Kurt to be as comfortable as possible in his new environment.

They finished packing and Kurt looked at his watch. They were right on schedule and started off to visit his friends back at McKinley before he left it all behind. Blaine realized it was a bittersweet moment and tried to be supportive in a quiet way. He held Kurts hand in the car, put on the song list that Kurt had made for him while they drove.

“Are you sure youre prepared for this, Beau? I know they would understand if you wrote them a note or went to see them a few at a time. Maybe we could have a small party at your Dads house?” Blaine offered.

“No. I want to say goodbye to the choir room, too. A lot of important things happened in that room,” Kurt said, squeezing Blaines hand. “Thank you for all the support. Dont think I didnt notice just because Im being quiet,” Kurt said, giving his boyfriend a big smile. Blaine smiled back and the rest of the short ride was just music and the boys singing along.

After getting the paperwork done in the McKinley office – for some reason Coach Sylvester was acting principal – they headed for the choir room. Kurt hesitated when they came to the hallway outside the locker rooms, but he didnt want to have to go the long way because it would take them outside and across the courtyard. He just wanted to get it over with, and he felt safe with Blaine beside him.

Walking down the hallway by the locker room, Kurt felt a bit funny. It was still less than comfortable to walk down this hall and he tried to speed up a little to get through it faster.

“Is this the hall?” Blaine asked. He didnt need to elaborate any further.

“Yeah, around the next corner is the stairway to the choir room,” Kurt said, not stopping. He wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. “He jumped me right there,” Kurt pointed to a place on the shiny tile floor where a reddish stain hadnt been completely scrubbed clean.

“Id have thought you learned your lesson about walking down our hall, spreading your fairy dust all over,” said a menacing voice from the doorway of a classroom. Azimio stepped out in front of Kurt and stood there with his hands on his hips. “Hey, new kid – you dont want to stand too close to that fairy, you might catch homo-flu.” Azimio directed this comment to Blaine.

“Ill be out of your hallway in a moment, Azzie, just give me a second,” Kurt said, trying to walk around the large student.

“Too late. You need to pay the toll,” he said just as Blaine pulled his car keys from his pocket and pressed down on the button of the cylinder attached to the keyring. A cloud of mace spurted out and right into Azimios face, dropping the boy on the ground with howling and crying.

Blaine took Kurts arm and helped him get past the jock, turning down the stairs and on to the choir room as they heard a thundering of footsteps – the jocks in the locker room were coming to see what happened in the hall, and Azimio was in no condition to tell them.

Walking into the choir room, every eye was on Kurt and Blaine.

“Kurt! How are you? Ive been so worried,” Rachel shouted out, getting up from her seat to scurry over and put her arms around him. Blaine bristled to see someone else hugging his boyfriend and got his own arm around Kurts waist quickly.

“Im okay, but I do have some news. If you want to take a seat, Ill announce it to the whole class,” Kurt said firmly. He loved Rachel, she was one of his closest friends, but he couldnt help but harbor some resentment that she had left him alone to go find Finn that day.

Mr. Schue came in, his face registering surprise to see Kurt back in the choir room sitting by another boy.

“Kurt, its good to see you back. Are you doing okay now?” he asked, grinning at the boy.

“Yes, Im much better, thank you. Is it okay if I say something to the group?” he asked and Mr. Schue nodded. Kurt stood up and moved to the front of the classroom.

“First, thank you to Mercedes, Tina, and Quinn for the flowers and music CDs, that was so sweet of you,” he smiled at the girls. “Thank you to Brit for the beautiful drawing of the unicorn, it was magical.” He smiled at Brittany. “And to everyone who came by or brought me a card. I really appreciated them.”

He took a breath and wobbled a bit, reaching out to Blaine – who stood up and put a strong arm around his waist until Kurt was steady again. Blaine moved his chair closer in case Kurt needed him. Kurt hadnt been using the crutch as much since the new prosthesis was more stable than the other ones hed had, but he was still getting used to balancing without it.

“I have an announcement, which is both good and bad. This is Blaine Anderson, who many of you know already. He had an idea and helped me arrange it. Last Monday I took the entrance exam for Dalton Preparatory School in Westerville. I passed with a 98% and was offered a scholarship for the rest of this year and for all of next year. As much as I love all of you, I feel that it is in my best interest to transfer to Dalton,” he said, trying to stay strong. He was sure he wanted to transfer, but it was hard to leave his friends.

“No! You cant leave! Well watch out for you here! Karofsky is gone!” and more were shouted from all over the room. Kurt was shocked for a moment, he hadnt expected them to care this much.

“Im so sorry, but this school is not safe for me. I was actually attacked on my way here today, in the same hallway I was beaten unconscious in two weeks ago. This is just not safe. Lucky for me, Blaine was with me this time or I might be back in the hospital again. Dalton has a no bullying policy and it is strictly enforced. Ill be safer there. In addition, the classes are better tuned to what I need for college. Frankly, the teachers here at McKinley are not teaching me what I need to know. Im not challenged in the least here. I will miss you all, but I feel going to Dalton is what is best for me,” Kurt said. He smiled at his friends, too emotional to answer their questions. He looked around for his boyfriend, took Blaines hand and left the choir room.

Sitting in Blaines car, Kurt tried not to shake, but his hands were trembling. It was one of the hardest things he had ever tried to do, apart from the time he ran away. Blaine tried to hold his hand, but Kurt pulled out of his grip.

“Blaine, can you just take me home?” Kurt asked. He wanted to be as far from McKinley as he could get right now. He didnt want to have to explain himself to anyone. He knew the comment about the teachers might have hurt Mr. Schues feelings, but it was true. Now he just didnt want to be anywhere near this place.

Blaine didnt say anything except to ask if he could help in some way. Kurt turned down the offer, just asking once more to go home.

Arriving at his house, Kurt got out of the car and found his keys. He opened his door and asked Blaine to lock it behind them. He went straight to his room, lying down on the bed.

Blaine followed him, closing his door and taking off first Kurts shoes and then his own. He took off his jacket and shirt, laying them over the desk chair.

“When is your dad due home, Beau?”

“Not until nine. He sent me a text that he was going out to dinner when I told him wed probably be with New Directions all evening. I thought that might be fun, until we went in that room after Azimio tried to stop us in the hall. After that, and seeing how upset everyone was, I just couldnt face them. We can order something if youre hungry,” Kurt offered, but Blaine shook his head.

“How about I give you a massage?” he asked, touching Kurts back.

“Yeah, that sounds good. You always know what I need, Bee. I dont know how I got along before we met,” Kurt smiled.

Blaine helped Kurt remove his clothes and then the prosthesis. He got the old blanket they had used for massages before and spread it on the bed, then Kurt gave him the bottle of massage oil. It smelled like black pepper, citrus, and ginger and Kurt loved how it made his skin feel fresh and tingly.

Blaine didnt want to get oil on his good clothes, so he took them off and stood in his briefs and tank top, grinning when Kurt gave him a wolf whistle.

“Okay, just lie down and Ill work all of those kinks right out of you,” he smiled. Kurt shook his arms to relax them and laid back on the bed, then turned over so his belly was on the blanket. Blaine knelt over him and began rubbing his back and down his spine. He had taken off all of Kurts clothes and put a small towel across his lower torso for modesty. The muscles in his back were tight, a few in his neck and shoulder region knotted with spasms.

“Hey, Beau, is this from anxiety or are you in pain?”

“Mostly nervousness, I guess. That was so hard to do – to say goodbye like that. The confrontation in the hall was even worse. I was scared for you, Bee – because I knew I couldnt defend you. It was terrible. I guess Im not really over the attack by Karofsky yet,” he said.

“I understand. You know youll be safe at Dalton, dont you, baby? I promise Ill be there for you from now on. I love you,” he said softly, working on an especially tight muscle in Kurts shoulder.

“I love you, too,” Kurt returned, stretching the muscle in his shoulder as Blaine rubbed it.

“Is it okay if I put on some music?”

“Sure, you know where everything is,” Kurt said.

Blaine went over to the dock and put his iPod on, shuffling to some quiet New Age music. It was soothing and had the sounds of running water and birdsong in the background. He went back to massaging Kurt.

Blaine worked his way down Kurts body, skipping any erogenous zones, and then asked him to turn over. Starting with his temples, Blaine rubbed gently. He increased pressure as he reached his arms, going down the length of each one. Kurt had beautiful biceps and Blaine was surprised to find himself getting hard as he stroked across the muscles there.

Kurt was completely relaxed. The ever-increasingly wonderful touching was making him sleepy and light, like resting on a cloud. Blaine was proving himself one more time to be the best boyfriend Kurt had ever dreamed of.

“Hey, Beau, are you feeling better?” Blaine asked.

“Yeah, this is just like heaven I think,” Kurt replied, smiling.

“I could make it better,” Blaine shifted closer to whisper in Kurts ear.

“Mmmm?”

“Like this...” Blaine whispered and kissed Kurts neck, just behind his ear. Kurt jumped but recovered quickly.

“I like that,” he told Blaine.

“I have more.”

“Show me.”

Blaine took off his briefs and got on the bed with Kurt. He laid close so their bodies touched from neck to toes. He touched Kurts arms near his neck and stroked slowly down each one, then moved his focus to Kurts chest. His hands, slick with the massage oil, slid down the sternum and then he spread his fingers to massage in between the ribs, thumbs just touching the nipples as he moved. It wasnt light enough to tickle, just firm enough to feel good. Blaines leg was between Kurts thighs – not close enough to come in contact with his balls, but just so that Kurt could feel where it might be headed.

Blaine leaned over and before Kurt had registered what was going on, his mouth was full of Blaines sweet tongue, and Kurt moaned out because that tongue absolutely owned him. He sucked gently on it, then pushed his own into Blaines mouth to explore. Blaine whined back, a desperate sound and Kurt suddenly wanted to give him everything he ever wanted. He hoped Blaines hands would stay on his chest because he needed something to keep his heart from pounding out of it.

“Blaine...” Kurt said when hed pulled back to take a breath. “Blaine....” because he couldnt think of another word for what he was feeling. They had been together before, a lot of times, but this was somehow different. Kurt felt as if a door that hed been guarding had suddenly been thrown open and let Blaine in. He prayed that Blaine would never leave.

Kurt took Blaines hand because for some reason he wasnt reading Kurts mind, and placed it on his cock where the oil slicked fingers slid around and held on for the length of a heartbeat, then began to stroke just where Kurt needed it. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the touch, trying his hardest to let it happen slowly. This had to last forever because he was not giving it up. He knew what it felt like to simply chase a feeling, to want something that he could barely get a taste of before it evaporated in the sun, and this time he wanted more than that. In this moment in time, Kurt wanted it all.

Blaine was softly stroking Kurts cock, just barely touching the velvet skin that covered his iron hard muscle and it wasnt enough for Kurt. He looked at Blaines body in front of him, that beautiful boy that made Kurt wake up with wondering if it had all been a fever dream. He wanted more, so he shifted his weight and put his arms around Blaine, turning him over so he could kiss the nape of his neck, right next to those silky black curls that drove Kurt insane when he saw him in the mornings. No matter how cute Blaine was with his hair gelled back and slick with product, it was the wild, messy curls that he woke up with that drove Kurt a bit crazy with lust.

Digging his fingers into that forest of curls, Kurt kissed down Blaines spine. He didnt have any oil on his own hands, but he didnt seem to need it as he followed the straight spine all the way past the ribs and down to the arch of his perfect ass.

Leaving the curls behind, Kurt massaged those cheeks, whose flesh was soft but firm in a way that nothing else on Earth could compare to. Kurt wanted to erect a monument to Blaines perfect ass. He watched it each and every time Blaine walked away from him and a lot of his best dreams started with his hands on those cheeks. Kurt rested his cheek on one of Blaines ass cheeks and felt its warmth and the firm muscle underneath. He pushed himself up on his elbows and kissed one, cupping it. Blaine moaned louder and Kurt felt it down his spine and right to his ever-hardening cock. He was so hard, so full...he knew that just a touch might send him into orbit as he came -so he laid on his stomach so Blaine couldnt reach it.

Kurt took Blaines knee and gently pulled it so his legs were farther apart, and was thankful that Blaine didnt question it. Kurt began stroking the inner thigh, bringing Blaine to moaning once more before he touched his ball sac, stroking it gently as he moved closer. Kissing Blanes cheek again, he let his tongue come out to touch the split between those cheeks.

Time froze for a moment as Kurt could feel the warmth of Blaines skin seeping into his own and bringing with it a fire like nothing Kurt had ever felt before. He had to have more. Licking along the line, he pulled the cheeks apart and just looked at a secret and sensitive place that no one had ever touched before. He knew from the gasp and Blaine holding his breath that he was anticipating this and the flicker of a thought lit itself in Kurts brain as he wondered how long Blaine had dreamed of this.

He leaned down and ran his tongue along the crack until it reached the small pink asterisk and Blaine moaned so loud Kurt stopped to be sure it was a good thing. He licked again, tasting warm skin and a bit of salty sweat. He could smell Blaines spicy odor and his cock got just that much harder. He smelled like pepper and citrus, cloves and sweet cinnamon. Kurt wasnt sure what it was, probably his body wash and the massage oil, but it was enough to bring Kurt to his knees if he smelled it some nights.

Blaine spread his legs as far apart as he could, shamelessly asking for more and Kurt was there to give it to him. He pointed his tongue and pressed it to the sensitive entrance, circling for a few strokes and then pushing in, breaching the sphincter and touching Blaine.

He was past moaning by now, as he lay there just feeling Kurt and trying to get breath into his lungs so he could feel the next thing Kurt might do. Kurt was still licking, moving his tongue inside and pulling out. He licked his way up Blaines spine and lay on top of him, kissing his neck once more before coming close to whisper in his ear, “Baby, do you want more? Tell me what you want because Ill give it to you.”

Blaine began to tremble. He knew what he wanted, but had been afraid to bring it up. Hed started to dozens of times, but he was afraid that Kurt wouldnt want the same thing. He gathered his courage, closing his eyes tightly and whispered back.

“Beau, I want you to make love to me, please.”

Kurt took in a noisy breath. He didnt think this is what Blaine would say and he was caught off-guard.

“Have you ever...have you stretched yourself before?”

“Yes. A few times. I like it, but I knew you would do it better. Can you stretch me, Beau?” he asked.

“Ill try.”

Kurt took the bottle of massage oil and poured some into his hand. He moved back and caught up one of his pillows, touching Blaines hip to ask him to move, then placed the pillow under his hips. Blaine felt very vulnerable with his ass in the air like that, but he forgot it when Kurt stroked his back, massaging his spine and down into his ass, holding a cheek aside to make room for his hand. He used only his middle finger, sliding around in the same way hed done with his tongue, and pressed in. He was afraid he might hurt Blaine, but he heard the boy whisper, “Go ahead,” and he didnt stop again. Kurt had originally wanted to bottom the first time, thinking he was physically unable to top, but this....this was going to work. He took a deep breath and gave in to the need pressing into his soul.

First one finger, making everything slick as Blaine unconditionally surrendered to him – staying quiet and relaxed as much as he could while Kurt took time to do this slowly. He had read Blaines book, the chapter about the first time and he wanted to make it perfect, so he massaged that circular muscle tenderly and felt as it gave way and relaxed before he dared to add another finger. He reached under and found Blaines cock – hard and full – and softly stroked it with his left hand as he stretched with his right.

Blaine was so dizzy he knew he couldnt walk across the room. Every hair from his waist to his knees was standing on end as his senses were overwhelmed by Kurts touch. It was as if he were being touched everywhere at the same time and he closed his eyes to try and concentrate.

That was better, but it was still confusing – not that it mattered since it all felt so good. Kurt kept on, stroking and applying gentle pressure to bring it along. It seemed like a very long time later that Kurt had moved back up the bed to kiss him after removing three fingers.

“Are you ready now baby? Kurt asked, his words drifting into Blaines consciousness as he lay there in his dream world.

“Yes...its the right time. Oh, my God I love you, Kurt. I love you so much,” he said, and Kurt quieted him with a soft kiss.

“I love you, too, Bee, and now Im going to show you how much. Youre going to have to ride me, though, to make this work....are you up to that? Or maybe if were on our sides?” Kurt asked, not sure what would be the best. Blaine shifted his weight and got up on his hands and knees, pushing Kurt gently back so he was lying down, then putting a leg over him.

“Let me have the oil, Beau,” he asked quietly and covered Kurt in the warm scented liquid. He moved up, waiting patiently as Kurt held his cock in the right position and Blaine slid on, just letting the head inside at first. He could feel the burn and all he could think was that it was not like soda pop – this was a much brighter pain, and it went much deeper. He knew that this was not the best position to use for the first time, but Kurt wasnt able to do some of the others.

Maybe if he just did it all at once, then it would be over with quickly, like diving into a cold swimming pool. He gathered his courage and pushed his body down. The pain lit his body up like lightning and he howled for a brief minute, like he would in the swimming pool, but quickly stopped as he concentrated on Kurts face.

His boyfriend looked devastated, as if hed been responsible for the pain Blaine had experienced. Blaine froze, hoping that if he didnt move, it wouldnt hurt. He knew Kurt was...well, large, and he thought that was probably the problem, so he took a cleansing breath and pulled his body up, sliding along the shaft and almost off before he took a breath again and pushed himself back down. By the fourth or fifth time, the burning was in the background and it was feeling good.

Watching Kurts face helped. He could see how good it was for Kurt, his face a pictures of rich emotion and deep pleasure. Blaine had experienced this tonight when Kurt was rimming him, and he recognized the amazement on his beaus face.

“Oh, Blaine...this is...Mmmmmm,” Kurt babbled. He never wanted this to end, this heat and pressure, this silk and velvet. It was so intimate and so intense that he could feel Blaines heartbeat inside his own body. He had never even imagined this, never thought hed be experiencing something that was so...so..? he didnt know. Nobody had told him that it would be this.

Just as Blaine had moaned out his emotion, Burt let himself in the back door. Hed had a hard day at work, worried about his son and not wanting Kurt to leave home so soon. He was taking off his coat, having slipped his shoes off in the mud room. He thought he heard something, but wasnt sure. It might be the boys, he had driven home down the alley and not seen if Blaines car was in the drive out front. Hes come home just to change his clothes and take a shower, he had dinner plans with a woman tonight because he thought Kurt and Blaine were going out with Kurts friends.

“Kurt?” he called out and heard what might have been a call for help. It was emotional and high, and Burt thought at first that Kurt was in some kind of trouble. He hurried down the hall and opened Kurts door, praying he didnt find his son on the floor hurt or....or....

Burt stood in the doorway, looking in at Kurts bed. There was his son, lying naked on his bed with some kind of shiny liquid smeared all over him. Blaine was on top, also naked and just lowering himself down onto Kurt. Both boys were very obviously in the midst of ecstasy – their eyes tightly shut and their mouths open and moaning.

Burt knew exactly what they were doing. Hed brought those pamphlets home for Kurt and read them himself in case Kurt had any questions. He thought at the time it would be hard to do that - to know the mechanics of gay sex – but he was surprised to find it wasnt awful or distasteful, well, not any more than reading about straight sex would be. He had learned probably more than Kurt had that day. So, it wasnt the act itself that Burt was shocked with. It was somewhat of a surprise that Kurt was already taking part in sex, but Burt remembered when he was sixteen.

Burt backed out of the bedroom silently before they saw him. He went to the mud room, put his shoes and coat back on and left the house to take a walk in the park. After an hour, he called to tell Kurt he was coming home early to take a shower before his date. Kurt sounded sleepy, but happy.

Burt hoped he was really happy. The kid deserved to be happy.