Burt drove down his street, turning to park in the driveway next to Blaines Lexus. Honestly, did a kid of what.....16? really need such a fancy car? Well, at least it looked like he took good care of it.

Burt got out of his work truck and went to the front door, jingling the keys in his hand and making a lot of noise as he came in the front door.

“Hey, Kurt!” he shouted as he came in, purposefully going to the kitchen to get a drink of water. Then he called once again from the staircase as he went up to his bedroom, saying he was going up to take a shower. Still no sign of Kurt. He did not want to risk going into Kurts room again, so he proceeded to shower and change.

“Hey, Beau,” Blaine whispered in Kurts ear as they lay, fully clothed with just a quilt covering them, in the den. Kurt blinked his eyes open, kissed Blaines neck, and closed his eyes again, cuddling closer and falling back asleep.

Blaine didnt say anything, just as he hadnt said anything when he heard Kurts door open and caught a glimpse of Burts sleeve in the mirror as he left Kurts room earlier. No sense upsetting his boyfriend when he was pretty sure that Kurt wasnt aware hed been observed.

Blaine decided to keep quiet about it for now and closed his own eyes, thinking back an hour to remember the feelings that he had never even imagined.

“Oh!” Kurt yelped, laying on his back as Blaine pressed down on him. When they decided that Blaine would ride him, Kurt hadnt been expecting him to push all the way down on him so abruptly. Since they were both virgins, Kurt had assumed that Blaine would go very slowly – as a precaution.

Kurt froze, the heat and warmth and tight fit all at once were so overwhelming and he felt his body getting ready to pulse his orgasm....but it was too soon. Kurt wanted this feeling to last longer, maybe for ever and so he used every muscle and memory he could conjure to stop it. He was able to hold back for now, but that didnt mean he wouldnt be on the brink again in the next heartbeat.

He closed his eyes tighter and tensed his muscles, effectively stopping his bodys immediate desire for completion. There, he was fine to enjoy it now, the steady rhythm of the most beautiful man hed ever imagined.

Blaine was hurting. He had the image in his mind of Kurt splitting him open because of his size - a constant fear as he slid slowly up, almost out, and the slick ride back down. It was getting less painful as it was feeling better with each grunt, push, or shove becoming a glide, slip, and shiver.

Blaine used the few tiny brain cells that were not occupied with making him lust for Kurt to think about what was happening right now. He was having sex with the most beautiful boy he had ever seen, his pale, chestnut-haired Adonis with his tight belly, sculptured abs, and strong arms. Blaine couldnt get enough of his gorgeous blue eyes that reached right into his very soul when he looked at Blaine. Kurts skin was like ivory satin, a deep blush covering it when he was aroused. And Blaine was arousing him now.

Blaine smiled, even though Kurts eyes hadnt opened since he had Kurts cock totally engulfed. This was how it was between two people who loved each other....so sweet, so hot, so connected.

“Hhhuuummmmgg,” Kurt roared as Blaine rubbed over his nipples. His back arched up towards Blaine, his body trying to hold on as long as possible.

Then, when it seemed they were both reaching that point where they could not stop the inevitable, Blaine heard a squeak, just a tiny sound. Kurt was moaning out his pleasure and didnt hear it, but Blaine knew instantly what it was – the bedroom door. He held his breath waiting for the fire and brimstone to rain down, but it didnt happen. Instead, Blaine caught sight of a sleeve in the mirror with just the corner of his eye, a blue and green flannel shirt sleeve, and he heard the catch on the door click closed.

He discovered that he had held his breath the entire time, his lungs burning, building up fear and anxiety, freezing his muscles as though they were encased in ice. He plunged down onto Kurts erection once again.

Kurt felt Blaines hand reaching for his cock and went into action once again.

“No, Baby...I can do that for you,” he whispered and took Blaines cock in his slick hand and gave him the friction he knew Blaine needed. Blaine was so close, his spine aching with longing for that little spark that would set everything off like fireworks, but he wanted Kurt to be ready, too.

A few more times, Blaine sliding up – just the head still inside the tight sphincter– and then down hard, Kurts face lighting up each time.

“Blaine...are you going to cum?” Kurt said so softly that Blaine almost missed it.

“Yes, Baby...yes,” he managed to say, knowing he was past the point of no return. He felt the friction and let gravity pull him down just as Kurts rhythmic pumping of his cock pushed his own body to the brink and he closed his eyes as he sprayed warm semen all over Kurts stomach and hand.

Blaines climax sent rhythmic spasms echoing down to coax Kurt over the final hurdle. Kurts scream hit a note higher than Blaine had ever heard, but he didnt have time to marvel at it as the heat rushed through Kurts bloodstream, the result sending sperm deep into Blaines body. The warm feeling was beyond anything Blaine had imagined – he had expected the climax, although that was more intense than he had thought it would be – but the warmth of Kurts ejaculation was so intimate...Blaine felt tears pooling in his eyes.

“Oh...Blaine...my sweet Blaine...” Kurt was cooing, his eyes closed and his body trembling in aftershock.

“Yes, baby...oh, Kurt, my Beau...I love you so much,” Blaine replied, showering tiny kisses across Kurts face and neck. Kurt continued to tremble and Blaine held him closer. “Its okay, Ive got you, Beau. Ill never let you go, I promise. You will always be mine...”

Finally, when Kurt had stopped shaking, Blaine needed to rest, but was careful not to allow all of his weight to fall on Kurts body. Still breathing heavy, he partially propped on his elbows on the mattress as his head cleared again and he rested for a moment. He moved on his side but still maintained contact with Kurts skin.

Kurt reached for the small towel to clean himself off, then offered another to Blaine.

They had held each other for a full half-hour before they got up to wash themselves and dress once again.

Blaine smoothed the sheets and blankets on the bed, then led them to the den to lie on the sofa. Kurt turned on some music and they fell asleep, tangled together.

Burt came back down the stairs, knocking on Kurts door softly.

“Hey, buddy, its just me,” Burt said, then repeated himself and knocked a bit harder. He was just about to walk in uninvited when he heard Kurts voice from down the hallway.

Walking into his den, he spied the boys, both sleepy-eyed and rubbing their faces.

“Oh...Kurt?” Burt said, “I just got done with my shower and I was leaving to go to dinner. What happened to your plan of going out with the kids from your choir?”

“I didnt want to go with them. It was too sad and I saw no reason to submit myself to that. I said goodbye, thats all that needed to be done. My best friends can call me if they want to get together,” Kurt said. Burt frowned a bit, but realized that this was Kurts life and he had a right to do this...and learn from his mistakes. It wasnt as if Kurt would do what Burt told him, anyway.

“Okay. Well, I wasnt expecting you two to be here for dinner and I made other plans. Heres my credit card, go ahead and go out to dinner on me. We can meet back here later and spend time together before you leave tomorrow, okay?” Burt said, smiling at his son and Blaine.

“Ah...okay, Dad. Where are you going for dinner? Cant we all just go together?”

“No, not tonight. I had plans long before you told me you were coming, and I cant break them now,” Burt said, getting his jacket on to rush out the door.

“Who are you going out with? You dont dress like that to go with Hank and the guys from the shop to play poker,” Kurt observed. He was getting very suspicious.

Just then the doorbell rang. Burt jumped to get to the door first and Kurt just stared at the place his father had been standing. He looked over at Blaine, who was smiling and Kurt realized that his boyfriend could see into the hall from where he was sitting at the other end of the sofa.

“Whos at the door?” Kurt said in a stage-whisper.

“You wont believe this! Its your home health nurse, Carole. And your dad is hugging her!” Blaine tattled on Burt, smiling. Thoughts ran through Blaines mind of keeping this little thing a secret to use if Burt said anything about what hed seen in Kurts bedroom earlier. “Cmere, you have to see this with your own eyes.”

Blaine helped Kurt scoot to his end of the sofa as Burt not only held the woman tighter, but kissed her thoroughly.

Kurts eyes blinked and he looked at Blaine with the most surprised look on his face. Blaine couldnt help letting out a laugh when he saw Kurts face.

“Hey, whats going on out there?” Kurt shouted in a perfect imitation of Burt. “I want to meet this young lady before you take one step out that door, Cuthburt Hummel,” Kurt added, giggling.

Burt walked back into the room, holding the womans hand and glaring at Kurt.

“You have both met Carole Hudson,” Burt said. “And you remember my son, Kurt and his friend, Blaine?”

“I remember them well, Burt. Hello Kurt, hello, Blaine. How are you feeling, Kurt? Is the wrist all better? I dont see your cast.”

“Its getting better, thank you. I start back to school next Monday, but Im now going to Dalton in Westerville. Dad will be alone except for the weekends when I can get back,” Kurt explained.

“Ill make sure he isnt alone every evening, Kurt, dont worry. I plan to keep an eye on him,” Carole smiled.

“How are you doing, Blaine?” she asked and they all spoke together for a few more minutes until Burt said they had better go, the reservations were for seven.

“You can go out or you can get take-out delivered, Kurt. Ill see you tonight around ten or so. Love you, buddy. Have a good evening, Blaine,” Burt said and everyone went their own separate ways.

“Im kind of tired of take out and restaurant food, Blaine. We could slip over to the market and see what we can find to cook,” Kurt offered and Blaine grinned, nodding his head.

Sounds like a plan to me! Do you need help with your prosthesis?” Blaine offered.

“No, Im fine, Ill be ready in two shakes of a lambs tail,” Kurt grinned, and Blaine laughed.

Back from the grocery store, Blaine set their purchases on the table.

“Are you sure Im going to love this?” Blaine asked.

“Yes, I guarantee it. It always makes me think of my grandmother when I make this soup -she taught me the recipe when I was pretty little. This is barley soup, she called it Krupnik.”

“Ill cut the meat first, then?” Blaine asked.

“No, I got beef short ribs. We simmer them in the beef stock with onions, then remove them after 40 minutes and put in the vegetables and barley. Well cut the meat into tiny pieces and add them back in. The bones in the ribs will make the broth thicker and more beefy tasting,” Kurt told his boyfriend. Kurt got a container of homemade beef stock from the freezer and warmed it in a soup pot on the stove. The soup pot was simmering away with the beef and chopped onion when Kurt turned back to Blaine.

“Okay, now we need to chop the rest of the vegetables,” Kurt directed. The next half hour was devoted to making soup, starting with chopping celery, carrots, potatoes, leeks, some meadow mushrooms and green beans.

“Now, I will remove the ribs to cool and I want you to add the Pearl barley and let it simmer for 15 minutes. Ill go ahead and chop the mushrooms,” Kurt said.

“When the barley had simmered, we will add the chopped veg and let it cook,” Kurt told his boyfriend. They worked together quietly for a while, simmering the vegetables in the beef stock, adding the mushrooms to the pot last.

“That is beginning to smell wonderful!” Blaine praised Kurt. “How soon can we eat?”

“It has to cook for another hour, so about six oclock,” Kurt calculated. He had added all the ingredients together in the soup pot and brought it to a simmer.

“Since this recipe is from your grandmother, is it a Polish dish?” Blaine asked, remembering the wonderful food theyd gotten from the Polish restaurant in Westerville.

“I think so. She was just a teenager when her family moved here from Lublin, and she knew how to cook since she was a little girl. I imagine it was probably a traditional Polish recipe handed down in her family, but living in America for so long, she had to have adapted it to what she could find here in the markets. Well finish the soup with a dollop of sour cream on top, and I think that is from the original recipe. Hmmm...I wonder if she substituted barley for the groats that were originally a part of this soup?” Kurt rambled. He loved to cook and could talk about it non-stop any time. Blaine was smiling – he loved domestic Kurt.

The boys went into the den to sit on the sofa together and maybe watch TV or listen to music. Before Kurt could turn the iPod on, Blaine had pushed him gently back onto the sofa cushions.

“I know we have been doing a lot of intimate things today, Beau, but can I kiss you again?” Blaine asked, a little shy to bring up their afternoon escapades – especially since he suspected that Burt was a witness to the most intimate of those escapades.

“I love kissing you, Bee. You dont have to ask,” Kurt smiled up at his boyfriend.

Blaine leaned closer, kissing Kurts neck and buried his face in the place between his neck and shoulder, taking a deep breath of the unique scent there. Sometimes Kurt smelled like his body wash or shampoo – some exotic mixture of meadow grass and orange blossoms, jasmine and clean linen. Added to that was Kurts own scent which was almost spicy, and Blaine could never drink in enough of it.

“Hey, Beau...are you okay?” Blaine asked in a quiet voice, taking his boyfriend into his arms and kissing his forehead.

“Im fine, why do you ask?”

“Look at your hands,” he pointed out, holding Kurts right hand in his own warm one. “Youre still shaking. Are you sure youre okay?”

“Yes. It was all....maybe too much for me?” Kurt said, then saw the hurt look on Blaines face. He continued, “No, I dont mean that I wish we hadnt done it, I was very willing. I might have overestimated my ability to handle it.”

“Im sorry, Beau. I should have known better, guarded against hurting you. Can I do anything to help?” Blaine asked, feeling really upset with himself. The last thing he ever wanted to do was to hurt Kurt.

“Im fine. Yeah, my hands tend to shake if Im emotional. I thought I was ready for going all the way, and I did love it, dont get me wrong. It was so amazing.....but I didnt expect the emotions to be so - - I dont know, so huge!” Kurt lamented.

“I agree. It was good, and I dont regret doing it, either, but youre right about the feeling being...overwhelming,” Blaine sympathized. “Are you going to be all right? Do I need to do anything?”

“Can you just hold me?” Kurt asked, his arms snaking around Blaines waist.

“Of course. We dont have to do that again if it affects you like this, Beau. We are only sixteen and we have our whole lives in front of us. Well have plenty of time to get used to it and next time well both be ready for the emotions, okay?” Blaine soothed his boyfriend.

Blaine sat up and pulled his boyfriend into his lap, holding Kurt close and allowing him to hide his face in his neck. Blaine stroked his hair, running his fingers through the soft chestnut colored locks. He kissed the top of his head and hummed a quiet tune as he felt Kurts muscles relax and settle.

“Hey, baby, are you hungry?” Blaine asked. He could smell the soup and his stomach let him know just how empty it was.

“Yeah, Im starving. Lets go eat,” Kurt agreed. They went to the kitchen where Kurt dished up two big bowls of the barley soup, adding a dollop of sour cream to each bowl, and serving it with a loaf of crusty French bread spread with fresh butter.

“This is wonderful!” Blaine crowed, somewhere in the middle of his second bowl.

“Thank you. It makes me think of my grandma when I eat it,” Kurt smiled.

They finished up with dinner and washed the dishes.

“Theres enough for us to have for lunch tomorrow before we leave for Dalton. Dad is taking tomorrow off so he can help us he said, but I think he just wants to spend every minute he can before I go. Were going to miss each other,” Kurt said, looking a little sad.

“We can come here on the weekends, Beau. I dont want to take you away from your dad, I just thought youd be safer at Dalton,” Blaine said. He was feeling like he had to defend himself, as if he were stealing Kurt away from his family.

“I know...Dad is a little more clingy since I ran away. That was so stupid of me. Im never going to stop feeling bad about how much I hurt him when I did that,” Kurt said softly, but Blaine heard it.

“Its water under the bridge now, dont beat yourself up over it. Your dad said he forgave you a long time ago, trust him. Okay?”

“I guess youre right. Thanks, Bee,” Kurt said, relaxing his shoulders that he hadnt realized hed been hunching.

“I know its only eight, but I am just about done in. What do you say we get our pajamas on and sit in your bed to watch a movie?” Blaine suggested.

“Yeah, sounds good to me,” Kurt agreed and was on his way towards the bedroom when the doorbell rang. Kurt walked down the hall and looked out the small window to see who was at the door.

“Rachel?” he said, opening the door. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, Kurt...” she cried, throwing her arms around him.

“What? Hey, calm down. What happened?” he asked, trying to maintain his balance on his prosthesis.

“Im so sorry, Kurt. I know it was my fault that you got beat up in the hallway. I was so selfish wanting to go find Finn when you needed me,” she cried, her arms still around Kurts neck as she heaved sobs.

Blaine stepped closer, taking the girl into his own arms so she wouldnt knock Kurt to the ground. He held her close, stroking her hair and humming a calming tune just the way he had done for Kurt earlier. Kurt watched the two for a moment or two, jealous of Rachel for a split second until he realized that Blaine was doing this for him, not because he liked Rachel. Blaine was just a compassionate person that couldnt stand by and see someone suffer without trying to help.

“Come sit down, Rachel. Can I get you something to drink? Some tea maybe?” Kurt asked.

“No, thank you,” she said, still crying on Blaines shoulder. He guided her into the den and sat her down on the sofa, Kurt sitting on the other side of her.

“Rachel, that was not your fault. Karofsky did it, not you. I dont blame you for it, so you shouldnt blame yourself,” Kurt tried to comfort her.

“But you left! You left the Glee club because youre angry with me,” Rachel said, “Everyone is angry with me now and Puck said its my fault youre gone. Please dont go, Kurt. Im sorry. Dont punish the whole Glee club because youre mad at me!”

“No, Rachel. Im not angry with you. I am leaving because I dont feel safe at McKinley, not because of anything you did. The incident in the hall that day was not the first time, either. A week never went by that I didnt get pushed down or slammed into a locker. Rachel, I have more respect for myself than to let them get to me,” Kurt tried to explain.

“Then its not just to get away from me?” Rachel said.

“No, Rachel. You and I will always be friends, but going to Dalton will help me get into a better college and Im really looking forward to it. Ill be back here to see my dad on the weekends, so youll still see me. Im not going to Timbuktu,” Kurt tried to make her smile.

“Okay. Were all going to miss you, Kurt. I need to get back home, my dads dont know I left. Can we have a sleepover soon?” she asked.

“Sure. Ill call and we can set one up. Take care driving home,” Kurt said, hugging her tightly and giving her a kiss on the cheek. He knew he was going to miss them all.

“Ill take good care of him, you know,” Blaine whispered in her ear as he walked her back down the hall to the front door.

“Thank you, Blaine. See that you do,” Rachel said and she was gone.

Blaine and Kurt got their pajamas on, turned on an old movie and laid in Kurts bed.

“Beau?”

“Yeah, Bee?”

“Im kind of worried. Did we go too far today? Did you feel pressured to go all the way?” he asked, almost afraid of the answer. He couldnt get over feeling bad that Kurt had been so upset he was trembling an hour after.

“No, Blaine. I wanted it, I wanted you to make love with me, I asked for it because I thought I was ready. Maybe I wasnt, but that was my fault, not yours. You were a perfect gentleman,” Kurt assured him.

“But....what if I messed it up for next time? What if it makes you hate having sex?”

“No, no...it isnt like that at all. I liked it, I liked everything about it. I just didnt know how deeply I would feel it – and I dont mean physically. My dad told me it was a big thing, that it could change your life. He told me not to throw myself around, that I mattered,” Kurt tried to explain, but he wasnt sure the meaning was getting through.

Unbeknownst to the boys, Burt was home and standing in the hallway. Hed gotten home from his date and when he thought the boys had gone to sleep, he was very quiet coming in. He was on his way up the stairs when he overheard them talking.

“You have an amazing dad, Kurt,” Blaine told him.

“Yeah. I was upset the day he told me all this, but now I know he did it for my protection. He said having sex was a way to connect with another person, and I didnt understand that at the time. Bee....I want you to know that I understand it now. Sharing myself, my body with you? Now I can see it made us closer. Do you feel that?” Kurt asked, hope seeping into every word he said.

“Yes. I do, I get it. I confess that I didnt realize it, either. Then when we did it - I felt close to you – but more than physically. It was if our bodies and our minds were one person, our love was shared in a way I still dont really understand, you know? That isnt descriptive enough, but you know what I mean,” Blaine looked at Kurt with a face that begged him to understand and accept what Blaine was saying.

Kurt leaned forward and kissed Blaines lips: soft and tender but with an iron strength that Blaine understood and returned.

“See, Bee. That kind of communication, as if wed known each other for years and years instead of a couple of months. I have felt closer to you all the time, but until we did that, you werent really mine,” Kurt said.

“That is how I see it, too, Beau. Exactly. So do I understand that you are not disappointed that we had sex, you are just overwhelmed by it?” Blaine asked and Kurt nodded. “Okay. Im glad you arent upset with me. Lets just take it slowly for now. Were not in any hurry, Kurt. Im going to be there for the long haul, you know.”

“Me, too. I do love you, Bee,” Kurt said, snuggling closer.

“I love you, too, Beau. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, if youll have me,” Blaine promised. He was absolutely sure, but he didnt want to scare Kurt away.

“I want that, too,” Kurt said and closed his eyes, scooting down in the warm bed, his arms around Blaine.

Blaine turned off the movie and snuggled closer to his boyfriend. For the first time since his parents died, he felt content. He loved his brother and he missed his parents, but now he had Kurt Hummel – and that was a great thing.

Burt pushed himself off the wall he was leaning against and wiping a tear away walked quietly up the stairs. He was proud of his son, even if he thought Kurt was too young to be having sex. He thought things were going to work out.