"Yes! Blaine, just be here at four exactly." Rachel hung up on him before Blaine could respond.

Blaine paced the room. Why was he nervous, he'd given Kurt plenty of gifts before? He smiled thinking about the Versace scarves and jacket he had given Kurt for Christmas. But those gifts were either given as a friend or just small tokens of affection. Kurt's birthday was the first time he'd be presenting a boyfriend gift. It had to be perfect. He couldn't think about the gift right now though, he had to get Kurt to Rachel's by four and it was almost three thirty.

"Blaine, if you keep walking in that circle, you'll dig a ditch in my family room!" Burt stared at Blaine from the doorway. "Just relax, he doesn't expect a thing."

With that Kurt came bounding down the stairs before throwing himself in Blaine's arms. "I love my birthday!" He was wearing a pair of tight dark wash jeans paired with a grey button down. The outfit was his gift he received from Carole that morning. Around his wrist was the strap from the new digital camera Finn gave him. Kurt leaned them back to snap a few photos.

"Kurt we have to get going. We still have to pick up Mercedes and Rachel before the movie."

Kurt looked lovingly at Blaine. He was so relieved when his boyfriend suggested his two best friends join them on his birthday date. As they walked out the front door, Kurt thanked his parents once again for their gifts. He really appreciated Burt's, a new car stereo and no curfew for the night. He told Carole to thank Finn for him. Where did that boy run off to?

"Hey don't get too excited, you still haven't gotten my gifts." Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear before having him climb into the passenger seat.

"Gifts? Plural? You didn't need to get me anything. Being with you today is more than enough."

"Nonsense. Birthdays are important. I get to spoil my boyfriend in front of his friends until they are so jealous that they don't have someone like me in their lives!"

"Really modest, Blaine." They fell into a comfortable silence before reaching Rachel's house. Blaine stopped the car, climbed out, and moved around to open Kurt's door. "Always the gentleman."

"I try. Come on let's go get the girls." They walked up Rachel's steps and were greeted by one of her dads. Kurt remembered the last time he was there. How Rachel's dads gushed over him, telling him about the amazing life Kurt would one day have. He was nervous to see what their reactions to Blaine would be.

"KURT! Happy Birthday! Oh, and this must be the boyfriend. Blaine? Cute couple! Very cute." Kurt shook his head at Mr. Berry, almost embarrassed for him. "The girls are down stairs. Go right ahead."

Kurt raised an eyebrow. That was strange. Why did he have to go downstairs to get them? Couldn't they just come up so they could go to their movie? Blaine pulled Kurt to the basement stairs, practically pushing him down them. "Come on Kurt, let's go." Blaine was almost yelling. Strange.

Once halfway down the stairs, he froze when he saw every member of New Directions and The Warblers looking up at him. "SURPRISE!" Before he could react he felt Blaine hug him and shake him with excitement.

"Gift number one, Hummel!" Blaine laughed, then led them down the rest of the stairs to their friends.

The party went well. Kurt's new outfit, camera, and lack of curfew all making some form of sense now. He had a blast watching the Dalton boys try and comprehend the insanity that was Santana and Brittany. He got amazing gifts from the two groups of singers. Although he did not appreciate one gift in particular.

"SANTANA! Why in the hell would you give me this?" Kurt looked into the gift bag with a horrified look. Blaine peeked over his shoulder to sneak a look at the gift. His eyes went wide and his cheeks went pink when he saw a large, and extremely life like, dildo resting between layered tissue paper.

"Just thought I'd help you prepare your ass for a Blaine-vasion!" Santana gave wink at a now fully red Blaine. Everyone else looked at the exchange uncomfortably, quickly figuring out exactly what Santana's gift was.

"For your information, which my sex life is none of, I don't want some cheap plastic imitation when I have the real thing. And besides what makes you so sure it wouldn't be a Kurt-vasion?" Kurt was getting mad, but he was satisfied with telling off the brass Latina. The other party guests sat there gapping. Santana, on the other hand, only laughed and playfully punched both of the boys in the arm. No harm was done.

Blaine took the opportunity to give Kurt his second gift of the night. The 'I'm gonna make Kurt want to show off how awesome his boyfriend is" gift. "Are you ready for gift two?"

Kurt regressed to a small child as he excitedly held his hands out. Blaine laughed as he placed a small wrapped box in the awaiting hands. Kurt tore the paper off and opened the box's cover. Inside was a small key. "Uhm, Blaine… what does this go to?" Before anyone could react, Blaine pointed to a large trunk hidden behind Rachel's couch. Kurt really wondered how Blaine pulled this all off. As he went to unlock the trunk, he felt everyone's eyes on him. "Blaine… you got me linens?"

"No Kurt, I got you French Silk bedding." Blaine was beaming, Kurt was completely oblivious to the biggest part of the gift. Gift three was going to blow him away.

"Uhm, thank you." Kurt went over to Blaine and planted a chaste kiss on his lips. "I love it."

"I love you."

The party winded down around ten and everyone started to head home. It was, after all, a school night. The other party guests walked down the street to the Stop and Shop where their cars were hidden, as Kurt climbed into Blaine's car. "Blaine? Not to sound ungrateful or anything, but linens? Really?" Kurt turned to watch Blaine toss the trunk in the backseat before climbing in to the driver's seat.

"It will all make sense once you get gift three! Trust me!" Blaine winked as he started the car and drove off.

The pulled in to the parking lot of the Lima Elementary School playground. Hand in hand, they made their way to the swing set. Blaine sat down, pulling Kurt on to his lap, and began to sway slowly. He pulled a small object out of his jacket pocket. It was his iPod. He placed one of the ear buds in Kurt's ear and the other in his own. Jazz music began to flood Kurt's brain while Blaine hummed along.

"Do you get it yet?" Blaine looked expectantly at Kurt. "Do you know what your big gift is?"

"Not even a little bit." Kurt was slightly annoyed. He hated that Blaine was teasing him with some big present that just never seemed to exhibit itself.

"Ok then," Blaine handed him a small envelope, "think about it. Green, purple, and gold French Silk, Jazz music, we had a jambalaya dish at your party… anything?" Kurt opened the envelope and saw a plane ticket.

"New Orleans?"

"Yea, my Nana, me and the girls are going this summer and you were invited to join us. I already asked your dad and he said yes, probably because it is a family trip. So I thought I'd give you vague clues before I told you about the trip. That is if you want to go."

Kurt kissed Blaine with force. "of course I want to go! It sounds like so much fun! And I love your family." Kurt then hopped off Blaine's lap and hurried toward the car.

"Where are you going?"

"I wanna thank you properly, just not in so public of a place!" Blaine growled at the implication in Kurt's voice before he ran to catch up with him.

The next couple days were a blur of excited phone calls to Mercedes and Rachel and heated lectures from Burt about being far away from home with Blaine's family. Before he knew it, it was Saturday and Kurt was packing his overnight bag for the Dalton Prom. This was one of the few Dalton occasions Kurt got to wear his own clothes. Even though it wasn't a formal dance and more like a school wide party, Kurt wanted to look fantastic. Around noon, Blaine arrived to pick him up.

"So how nervous should I be?" Kurt asked once they were safely in the car. "You told me about the alcohol and lack of supervision, but how bad is it really?"

"Well it's really just a bunch of guys hanging out. For the gay guys it's about hooking up or being with your boyfriend, if he goes to Dalton." Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand at that point. "Although with all the alcohol, some of the lines of sexuality get blurred." Blaine laughed over some unspoken memory. Kurt decided that he didn't even want to know.

When they entered the school, Nick ran over to them in haste. "You guys are late. A karaoke battle has already been initiated! We need our two best Juniors to go show the Seniors up! The Freshies and Sophs don't have a chance!"

Kurt and Blaine were shuffled in to Warbler practice room where the karaoke machine was set up. Wes was at the mike belting out some Ozzy Osborne song. It was almost unfair for anyone not in the Warblers to try and compete. "Wanna do a duet or solo?" Blaine looked at Kurt.

"As much as I love our voices together, Blaine, I kind of want to sing on my own." Kurt flipped through the song choices, thoroughly appalled by the lack of variety.

"Well I already know what I'm singing then." He kissed Kurt quickly on the cheek before heading over to The teacher who was running the machine. Once Wes finished, Blaine took th mike and locked eyes with Kurt. "This is for my boyfriend!"

The music started and Kurt recognized it immediately.

You know I never
I never seen you look so good
You never act the way you should
But I like it
And I know you like it too
The way that I want you
I gotta have you
Oh yes, I do
You know I never
I never ever stay out late
You know that I can hardly wait
Just to see you
And I know you cannot wait
Wait to see me too
I gotta touch you
Cause baby we'll be
At the drive-in
In the old man's Ford
behind the bushes
until I'm screamin' for more
Down the basement
lock the cellar door
And baby
Talk dirty to me
You know I call you
I call you on the telephone
I'm only hoping that you're home
So I can hear you
When you say those words to me
And whisper so softly
I gotta hear you
Cause baby we'll be
At the drive-in
In the old man's Ford
behind the bushes
until I'm screamin' for more
Down the basement
lock the cellar door
And baby
Talk dirty to me

Kurt stared in shock. Did Blaine just really sing about that? In front of everyone? To him? And what was that he was doing to the mike stand? It almost looked phallic. Blaine made his way back to Kurt, pausing every so often to receive a high five or knowing elbow from one of the guys. Kurt avoided eye contact with anyone in particular. That was until Blaine reached him. Kurt glared, "Fine. Two can play at that game Blainey Bear!" Kurt made sure to say the nickname loud enough for others to hear as he made his way to the mike.

Blaine stood back nervously. If that evil glint in Kurt's eye was any indication, this was about to be some cruel and embarrassing punishment. Once at the mike, Kurt tapped it twice, "For those of you who don't know, Blaine is my boyfriend and this is for his entertainment." Kurt finished with a wink before turning his back to the crowd, mike in hand. As the music began to play Kurt swayed his hips in time. Blaine froze. He knew exactly what he was about to sing.

So hot
Out the box
Can we pick up the pace?
Turn it up,
Heat it up
I need to be entertained
Push the limit
Are you with it?
Baby, don't be afraid
I'ma hurt 'ya real good, baby
Let's go
It's my show
Baby, do what I say
Don't trip off the glitz
That I'm gonna display
I told ya
I'ma hold ya down until you're amazed
Give it to ya 'til you're screaming my name

All eyes were on Blaine, who just stood there slack-jawed. He could not believe the boldness coming from Kurt. Blaine knew that this song was just going to leave him a situation.

No escaping when I start
Once I'm in I own your heart
There's no way you'll ring the alarm
So hold on until it's over
Oh, do you know what you got into?
Can you handle what I'm 'bout to do?
'Cause it's about to get rough for you
I'm here for you entertainment
Oh, I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet
'Ya thought an angel swept you off ya feet
But I'm about to turn up the heat
I'm here for your entertainment
It's alright
You'll be fine
Baby, I'm in control
Take the pain
Take the pleasure
I'm the master of both
Close your eyes
Not your mind
Let me into your soul
I'ma work it 'til you're totally blown
No escaping when I start
Once I'm in I own your heart
There's no way you'll ring the alarm
So hold on until it's over
Oh, do you know what you got into?
Can you handle what I'm 'bout to do?
'Cause it's about to get rough for you
I'm here for you entertainment
Oh, I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet
'Ya thought an angel swept ya off your feet
Well I'm about to turn up the heat
I'm here for your entertainment
Oh oh... mmmm
Entertainment...
Oh oh... Oh entertainment...
I'm here for your entertainment...
Oooohhh...
Do you like what you see?

Blaine gave a small nod.

Wooooaaaahhhh...
Let me entertain 'ya tell you screeaaam

The sound Kurt made vibrated from his vocal chords and straight to Blaine's pants.

Oh, do you know what you got into?
Can you handle what I'm 'bout to do?
'Cause it's about to get rough for you
I'm here for you entertainment
Oh, I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet (bet ya thought)
'Ya thought an angel swept ya off your feet
Well I'm about to turn up the heat (turn up the heat)
I'm here for your entertainment

Kurt gave a small curtsey. How did he just turn back into that sweet innocent after singing a song like that? Blaine was baffled. Baffled and incredibly turned on. Before Kurt could speak, Blaine grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the room. They headed to a classroom Blaine knew would be deserted. Once inside, Blaine pinned Kurt against the door. "So what did you think of my song?"

Blaine rolled his hips against Kurt's. "What do you think I think?" He kissed Kurt roughly. He continued to grind his hips against Kurt's as their hands explored each other's bodies. Kurt let out a low moan.

"Blaine! Kurt! Where are you guys?" Both Blaine and Kurt groaned at the sound of David's voice. They collected themselves and tried to calm down before leaving the classroom. "Oh there you are. Why were you in that room?... Oh! Were you guys, uhm, you know, I can come back later. Or you can come find me, if you guys wanna go back-"

"What is it David?" Kurt was agitated. Blaine just found it incredibly sexy.

"It's just, dinner's ready." David left without making eye contact.

"Dinner? At three in the afternoon?" Kurt turned to Blaine confused.

"The food gets put out early. Basically after six, the only food is snacks and junk. Sucks to be a health nut tonight."

"I can indulge for one night. But I am starving. Let's go eat, and then get back to what we were doing."

After everyone ate, they headed to the Math Wing. It was the least monitored wing of the whole party. The boys played Wii Sports, rocked out to music, and talked excitedly. Kurt heard a clinking behind him. He turned around to see David, Jeff, and Nick unloading various bottles of different shapes, sizes, and colors.

"Yes! The real party is starting" Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and pulled him toward what now became the drink table. "Uhm, wait, do you not want to drink?" Blaine looked hesitant.

"Well, the last time I drank I threw up all over my guidance counselor, but I think I'll be ok as long as it's nothing too potent." Kurt said calmly, even though he just became suddenly nervous. Blaine and him drunk together. This could only end in a fight or naked… or both. Blaine returned holding a cup and a small bottle. He handed the bottle to Kurt.

"Mike's Hard Lemonade. It tastes really good but isn't straight up booze." Kurt sipped it. Not too bad. He looked at Blaine, who was practically draining his cup.

"What are you drinking?"

"Vodka and Cranberry. There's also some lemon in it. Here try." Kurt took the cup and sipped it contents. The vodka burned his throat.

"Uhm, I think I'll stick to these." Kurt returned to nursing his drink. After two hours, everyone who was drinking was starting to show their drunk selves. Flint already had to pry Jeff and Nick's faces apart reminding them that they were straight and both had girlfriends. Thad was wearing his shirt wrapped around his head like a turban. Trent, David, and Wes were attempting karaoke but mumbling most of the words. Kurt and Blaine found a secluded corner to make out in. It was getting intense. When Kurt let out a moan, Jaymes headed over and informed them to find someplace more private. In a rush, they headed to the empty part of the building. Blaine almost pulled Kurt into the locker room, "no locker rooms. Bad memories."

"Right. How about in here?" Blaine led him into one of the health class rooms. He pressed Kurt against the door while he explored his neck, licking, sucking, and biting his way down. Kurt let out small whimpers. When Blaine made it to the area right above his collarbone, he let out a low moan. "Kurt, I want you. I want to make you feel good. I want to fuck you."

"Yes!" Kurt gasped, unable to form any more words than that.

"Yes what?" Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear. He could hear the smirk on his face.

"Fuck me Blaine. Just fuck me!" Kurt locked eyes with Blaine. They both felt suddenly sober as the reality of the moment sunk in. "I love you, I want you. Please."

"Are you sure? I mean really sure?" Blaine's voice waivered. He was nervous.

"Yes. I'm ready. I have been since the hotel room, back in April." Blaine kissed Kurt, trying to show every ounce of love with just that one kiss. He wanted Kurt to know that this wasn't the alcohol talking, that Blaine really did want him, all of him. When they pulled apart, out of breath, Blaine took his hands.

"I think I picked the right room." Blaine said as he dug through the desk. They were in Mrs. River's classroom. She was a new age style teacher. She knew that teenagers had sex, so she kept a supply of condoms, lube, and other things in her desk in case her students need something. Blaine pulled out the small bottle and a condom. He then led Kurt over to one of the tables. It was sturdy, so they both climbed up on it.

Blaine returned to kissing his beautiful boyfriend. He began to unbutton Kurt's shirt, making sure to kiss lightly along all the newly exposed skin. He slipped the fabric over his shoulders. Kurt then pulled Blaine's t-shirt over his head before pulling him in for another kiss. To stop his hands from shaking, he tangled them into Blaine's hair. He was nervous. He had every right to be. Yes, they have seen each other naked. Yes, they had been in sexual and intimate situations. But this was different. Sex, actual sex, was the ultimate intimacy. Kurt was ready, but he was nervous. Just as Blaine was about to undo his button on his pants, the nerves took over and Kurt felt his stomach do flips.

"Blaine, let me up! I don't feel good." With that Kurt push Blaine away, leapt off the table, and ran out of the room. Blaine followed after him, into one of the bathrooms. He found Kurt in one of the stalls, cowering on the floor as he flushed the toilet. Once he saw Blaine, Kurt burst in to tears. "I really am ready, it's just I don't know. Figures, I finally want to have sex and then I go a vomit!"

Blaine sat down next to Kurt and wrapped his arm around him. He lightly stroked his hair and reassured him, "It's ok. It's a nerve wracking thing and it probably didn't help that we were drinking. Come on. Let's go get you a change of clothes, brush your teeth, then if you want I can call your dad to pick you up. I don't think I should drive for a while."

"No, no. I wanna stay. I think it's out of my system."

"ok." Blaine stood up to go retrieve Kurt's things. "Oh, and Kurt? There's plenty of time for sex. I don't care when it happens for us. I just want it to be together, forever. I want you forever. I really do love you."

"I know. I love you too. More than I ever thought I could." With that Blaine left to get Kurt's bag. He really didn't feel to upset about their failed attempt because honestly, Blaine wasn't ready. There was something he was hiding from Kurt and it would make sex with Kurt damn near impossible if he didn't tell him. And soon.