About a month later, things with Blaine had improved greatly. Yes, Kurt would admit, he did have to deal with Blaine being a bit snappy at times after he'd had a few particularly restless nights in the process. But for the most part, normalcy reigned. Blaine rarely had any nightmares these days and Kurt was completely cured of his jittery stage.

But let's not talk about that.

Because the big topic here was…sex. Well, not proper sex, Kurt reminded himself.

Actually, Blaine wasn't even in the room. Blaine wasn't even at his house. It was a school night and Blaine was at his own house in his own room working on some essay he'd put off until the last minute.

Really, it was just Kurt in his room, in his bed, with no clothes on, and a bottle of lube sitting on his nightstand.

Oh and his door was locked. Best to point out that bit too.

But he was going to do this, damnit. He wanted…well…he remembered exactly how Blaine seemed to really, really enjoy this. He wanted, no, he HAD to know what the fascination was. He knew exactly what proper gay sex entailed, the whole…yeah. He got that. And he knew…okay. Here's the thing. He didn't want to exclusively be a bottom. But he didn't want to exclusively be a top either. He and Blaine hadn't exactly had this conversation, but he was pretty certain they were on the same page when it came to that.

But…he did want to bottom…eventually. Because, well, he did. And he wanted Blaine to…put his fingers…there. He wanted Blaine to do the same thing Kurt had done to him that time. But he didn't want to go into something like that too terribly blindly. He didn't want to seem like some wincing virgin or be scared or…anything like that.

Hence the lack of clothes and the presence of the lube.

He took a deep breath. Kurt Hummel was going to stick his fingers in his ass.

Good god that just sounded so bad. But that's what it was.

Figuring this might go over a little better if he was actually aroused, he let his hand stray down to his cock and his mind instantly conjured the image of Blaine lips wrapped around him.

Well, that would do it.

He instantly started to harden at the thought of his boyfriend's skillful lips sucking and licking on him. He stroked himself slowly, a small sigh escaping his parted lips. He imagined Blaine's hand at the base of his cock and then cupping his balls, which he did himself. Then…he let his fingers stray lower, behind his balls to press against his…perineum, his well read mind reminded him, and…oh…that was kind of nice. So he boldly reached further, spreading his legs a little wider, and let a single finger caress his entrance.

Kurt jerked.

Oh, okay, well…okay. He wasn't expecting it to feel that good at all.

He removed his hand quickly and snatched the lube off the table. Maybe this wasn't going to be bad after all. He squeezed a good amount onto his fingers and rubbed them together after replacing the bottle back on his nightstand. He brought his hand back down to its previous position and bent his knees, letting his slick fingers brush over that spot again.

Damn, it was even better with the lube. Kurt realized he seriously had been denying himself this for far too long. He took a deep breathe and pressed his index finger through the ring of tight muscle. Okay, okay, this wasn't so bad. It was a little awkward, knowing he had the tip of his finger up his ass but, you know, all in all not too bad. Until he got kind of cocky and pressed it even further in. Holy – yeah, that burned. It burned a lot. This wasn't pleasant at all. Actually, this was really painful. And uncomfortable. What the fuck had he been thinking? Why hadn't he read up more on this aspect of sex? This was damned painful. No way he was –

No. Fucking. Way.

The sound of Katy Perry's 'Teenage Dream' filled his ears and his phone buzzed annoying on his nightstand.

REALLY, BLAINE? Right now? You decide to call right now?

He'd just ignore it.

But fuck, he couldn't ignore it; he didn't know what he was doing. In fact…A LITTLE GUIDANCE MIGHT BE NICE. And though he was setting himself up for complete and utter embarrassment, the hand that was not preoccupied at the moment reached over and snatched his phone.

"H-hello?" he said breathlessly into the receiver.

"Kurt! Oh, I'm glad you answered, I wasn't sure if you'd be asleep or not. Hey do you have the French notes from-"

"Blainestoptalking," Kurt said in one quick breath.

"But I…I just need the no-"

"I don't care what you need because right now I'm in desperate need of your guidance," Kurt said, cutting him off once again.

"What's wrong?" Blaine asked immediately. "Are you okay?"

"I'm…okay. Yes. I'm in a bit of…pain, though."

"Oh my god, are you hurt? Are you safe? Do I need to-"

"Blaine please just shut up, I'm fine!"

"Then wha-"

"My finger!" was all Kurt ended up saying.

Kurt could practically hear Blaine being seriously confused on the other end of the line. "…What about your finger? Is it broken?"

"Noitisn'tbrokenit'sinmyassandithurtsandIdon'tknowwhattodo," Kurt admitted as fast as he could, hoping Blaine got all of that because he did not want to repeat it.

He was met with silence. And then a little bit of laughter. Blaine wasn't like, guffawing or anything; it was just a quiet little chuckle.

"Very funny, Kurt. You're a real riot, let me tell you."

"I am not joking," Kurt replied heatedly. "Why in the name of god would I be joking about something like this?"

There was a bit more silence and then Blaine spoke again. "Are you serious?"

"Yes, I'm serious!"

Kurt was serious as he could possibly be, especially since his finger was still fucking there. He attempted to move it but…oh. OH. He was…a little looser now and he could slowly, very slowly, move his finger in and out. That felt sort of…really good. Unconsciously, almost forgetting Blaine was on the phone, he let out a small moan.

"Uh…so I'm assuming you figured out that after you let yourself get adjusted to it that you can…move it. Now. I'm…guessing," Blaine said.

"Yeah," Kurt sighed, still moving his finger inside of him.

"Okay. That's…okay, now sort of…move it around a bit, not just in and out. Stretch yourself," Blaine instructed.

Kurt nodded, even though Blaine couldn't see him, and followed his instructions. Oh okay, so this was how…okay this made a lot more sense than it did five minutes ago. He wriggled his finger around a bit, stretching himself just as Blaine had said.

"When you…" Blaine had to clear his throat before continuing, "…when you feel like you're ready, you can try…adding another finger. If you want. Try adding your middle finger, if that's not the one…you're already using.

" 'Kay," Kurt mumbled into the receiver, only half listening. He pulled his index finger out and let his middle finger join as he attempted to press them both through the ring of, only slightly, relaxed muscle again. He hissed. He was still really tight. Blaine must have heard him because he began talking again.

"I know, it hurts a bit. Kind of burns?"

"Yeah," Kurt whimpered. "More than a bit."

"Right…" he mumbled something that Kurt was pretty sure translated to 'keep forgetting you're a virgin' and then spoke again. "Just…go slow, okay? And instead of…trying to relax your…muscles, try bearing down around them. Like, sort of press back against them as you're pushing your fingers in. It should make it easier."

"Okay, yeah…" he followed Blaine's instructions and, once again, they seemed to be leading him down the right path. His body seemed to welcome the intrusion a bit more than before and it burned a little less. Once he finally had both fingers inside, knuckle deep, he had to pause. He was panting from exertion and his eyes were squeezed tightly closed. He was clutching the phone like a lifeline. "I don't…now what?"

He could hear Blaine's swallow. Through the fucking phone. "Now just…let yourself get adjusted to it again. Keep your fingers there for a few seconds and kind of move them around like you did before, but don't pull them out until you feel a little bit more…stretched."

Kurt was still panting heavily and his legs were starting to shake so he let them fall open, which, hey, kind of brought his fingers a little deeper than he was expecting. But it wasn't so bad now. He gave his body time to adjust and moved his fingers around a bit, just like before. And when the pain had dimmed to a very small, almost not even there throbbing sensation, he began to pull his fingers out and press back in. He did it once, twice, three times and…holy hell.

This was kind of getting good.

"Oh, god…" Kurt breathed.

"Are you okay?" Blaine asked, his voice kind of rough. "Does it still hurt?"

Kurt had to swallow. His throat was so dry. "No, it…oh…feels like the opposite of hurt. It feels…mmm…really nice…"

"Good that's…uh good. Just keep…moving them in and out and around. Stretch yourself and just…enjoy…yeah…"

And Kurt did. He just kind of…explored. And while a tiny bit of pain still remained, it was kind of overshadowed by sheer pleasure and…it was so foreign and new and exciting. His cock was starting to get hard again because, well hey, when you're feeling an extremely intense pain in your ass for the first time, you tend to be a little less excited than you were at the beginning of this whole adventure. But now…Jesus Christ, now it was pretty fucking amazing. He couldn't really describe the sounds that were coming from his throat, but he supposed he might classify some as moans, some as little mewls, and maybe even a few groans.

"Try something for me," Blaine said eventually. It almost sounded like his boyfriend's breathing was a little heavy too. "Push your fingers as far in as you can and kind of…crook them towards yourself. You know, bend them a little. Just feel around until-"

"HOLYSHIT," Kurt said loudly into the receiver. Because Kurt did exactly what Blaine had said and he was pretty sure he found exactly what Blaine wanted him to find and he jerked so hard he almost dropped the phone in shock. He swept over the little nub of nerves again and good god he was just melting. In that moment, he decided he would NEVER understand how a man could not want someone else touching him there because this was the fucking epitome of pleasure. "Is that-"

"Yeah," Blaine said instantly, his voice having gone deep and gravelly. "That's it…"

"Ohmygod, I…holy…sweet hell," Kurt was just babbling things because now that he'd found his prostate, he did not want to stop stroking it. It felt so damn good just…oh god…

"Does it feel good, Kurt?" Blaine asked breathily through the receiver.

"Yeah…it feels like…fuck…perfect…"

"Are you hard?"

"God, yes…" And he was. His cock was freaking purple and pre-come was leaking out of the tip. And his fingers were still there. He was pushing them in and out more quickly now and each time he was thrusting his hips up to meet them, so he could get that perfect angle back and brush over that spot with each and every stroke.

"I want to hear you come," Blaine said softly in that low, sexy voice that drove Kurt completely mad whenever they were in bed together. "Please, Kurt…fuck…"

"I wish…Blaine, I wish it was you…I wish you were here," Kurt admitted, tears beginning to well up in the corners of his eyes because he was going to come soon and it was going to blow his mind.

"Me too. Fuck, you don't even…Kurt you have no idea how hot you sound…"

"Blaine…I can't…it's too much," Kurt whimpered. Everything was so intense and new and sensational right now. Firstly, they'd never had phone sex. And from the sounds Blaine was making, it was kind of obvious that he was either doing the exact same thing as Kurt or his hand was definitely working at his own cock. And then with the whole fingers thing and the constant stimulation of that little pleasure gland buried so deep inside of him and he hadn't even touched his cock since earlier…it was just too fucking much. His every muscle was tense and he had that low coiling in his stomach and he wanted to come, Jesus Fucking Christ, he wanted to come, but he just couldn't.

"I know, baby, it'll…ah, it'll be okay, just let…oh god…just let go," Blaine attempted to reassure him through his heavy panting. "I'm right here, Kurt, I'm here."

"Oh my god it's…Blaine I…"

"Come for me, Kurt, please…"

And with that last little, breathy plea, Kurt came without another touch to his cock. "Blaine, fuck…Blaine," Kurt cried out as he felt come splash, warm and sticky and heady onto his stomach. He was gripping his phone so tightly he was kind of afraid he'd break it but god, his orgasm was lasting forfuckingever. He heard Blaine moan loudly on the other end of the line and he was pretty sure he heard his name being said too, which led him to assume that Blaine was coming as well. He could hear Blaine's erratic breathing match his own and they were quiet as they both came down from a seriously erotic high that neither of them were really expecting that night. After a few minutes, Kurt slowly pulled his fingers out, wincing as his entrance protested at the loss, and reached over for the towel he had laid beside him exactly for this purpose and cleaned the sticky mess off his stomach.

"Kurt?" he heard from his phone. His boyfriend's voice was barely there.

"I'm here," he replied, speaking just as raggedly.

"I'm really glad you answered your phone." Blaine was expressing the exact same sentiment as he did whenever he initially called, but Kurt was pretty sure this appreciation was for an entirely different reason.

"So am I," Kurt agreed with a silly, sated smile plastered onto his face. His hair was stuck to his sweaty forehead and his ass sort of…ached and burned a bit still. And he was pretty sure his stomach still felt kind of sticky. But right now he couldn't give a damn because he did it and it was awesome and he had Blaine to help him through it all. Not only that, but apparently the simple thought of Kurt doing what he had been doing was enough to get Blaine REALLY hot and bothered to the point where he had to get himself off too. That was actually a really hot thought.

"Sorry to have…interrupted your…experiment, I guess," Blaine finally said, laughing a little bit at his statement and at the situation in general. "I really wasn't expecting you to be awake, much less be trying out…that."

"I'm glad you called, I was just starting to panic. I thought that I'd seriously fucked something up."

"I think you would have figured it out on your own eventually," Blaine disagreed.

"Maybe, either way I'm glad it was you that called and not…someone else. Like Rachel or Mercedes or someone. Talk about awkward."

"Oh my god, would you have actually answered?"

"…On second thought, no. I would not have. I think I would have soldiered through. Or ended up calling you for help if things got too horrific."

Blaine laughed loudly and then Kurt could hear him yawn. "Thanks for helping me out, though. Honestly. I'm glad you weren't…weird about it."

"Weirded out would be the last thing I was. As soon as you said you were serious, I was instantly and completely turned on."

Kurt gave a tiny giggle. "So I discovered. About half-way through my own exploration."

"Why did we never think of phone sex sooner?"

"Probably because we see each other often enough that we don't need it," Kurt answered. "But I have to admit…as far as phone sex goes…that was not half bad."

"I'd have to agree with you on that."

They shared a small chuckle and then Blaine cleared his throat. "So…do you have the French notes?"

The next day, Kurt was regretting his decision to use his fingers at all because his was so insanely sore, it hurt to sit down. When he climbed into Blaine's car that morning and gingerly sat in the passenger seat, Blaine bit his lip in an attempt not to smile.

"How're things?" Blaine asked, feigning ignorance.

"Shut up," Kurt groaned, buckling the seat belt and trying to get somewhat comfortable.

Blaine threw his head back and laughed outright before pulling out of the driveway to head towards the coffee shop. "It gets better."

"What are you, some kind of anti-bullying commercial now?"

"Ha, no. I just meant that…the more often you do it, there's less pain and…the burning won't last as long."

"Fantastic."

"You're adorable," Blaine smiled.

"You're paying for the coffee."

"Gladly!"

At school, Kurt was standing at his locker and fussing with his hair when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Blaine at his own locker. Blaine wasn't getting anything out of it, he already has his books in his hands, he was just leaning there. Staring. At Kurt. Kurt gave a small cough, ignored the odd behavior and continued his primping. He was able to see Blaine through the reflection in the mirror he had inside on his locker door. What could he possibly be looking at? Upon closer inspection, Kurt was able to determine that…Blaine was checking him out. Like…with roaming eyes and a quirky smile.

He slammed his locker and turned to face Blaine. "Enjoying the view, are we?"

"Maybe," Blaine replied as he sauntered up to Kurt. "You look…those jeans looks really good on you."

"Were you checking out my ass?" Kurt asked, only slightly horrified. They were in freaking school, for crying out loud.

"What if I was?"

"I…you…well you…"

"Am I not allowed to appreciate just how sexy you are?"

Kurt let out a small squeak, looking around to make sure no one heard that. Thankfully, it didn't seem like anyone was paying any attention to them. "We're in school!" Kurt yelped. "You can't just say things like that!"

Blaine smiled in this…really odd, really…hot way and moved closer to Kurt so that he could whisper directly into his ear. "So I'm not allowed to tell you just exactly how much I want to suck you right now?"

He pulled away, smiling even more now. Holy shit, Kurt prayed to every single holy thing he knew and sincerely hoped he did not get a hard on in these jeans.

"You…you…"

"I'll see you in class, Kurt," Blaine said with finality, taking a sip of his coffee and heading off to history class.

Kurt did not turn around to watch him walk away. Instead, he turned to face the row of lockers and pressed his now very warm forehead onto the cold metal. He glanced down at his crotch to make sure there was no evidence at all to suggest his current state of sudden arousal.

He heaved a great sigh.

Thank freaking god.

He straightened up, cleared his throat, and made his way to history class as well. When he walked in, he saw Blaine and Mercedes talking, their hands flying everywhere in emphasis to their statements. He sat down carefully, wincing when his ass made contact with the hard plastic of the desk chair. Blaine and Mercedes seemed to end their conversation and Blaine turned back to Kurt. When Kurt glanced at him, he saw Blaine's eyes were…really dark. And he was looking up at Kurt through thick, silky eyelashes.

Blaine winked.

Kurt snapped his head towards the front of the classroom and immediately turned a very dark shade of red.

Thankfully, their teacher began to lecture. Kurt busied himself by keeping his head down and his eyes on his notebook. He attempted to take notes but, really, what was the point? He could practically feel Blaine's eyes on him.

What the hell was he doing?

He almost jumped whenever Blaine tossed a note onto his desk. He was kind of hesitant to pick it up, but he did anyway.

So am I staying the night this weekend? Or did you want to stay at mine?

Oh. Okay. That was harmless enough. Just your basic question about weekend plans, seeing as how it was Friday and all.

I think I already told my dad that you'd be staying with us. If that's okay.

He penned his reply and passed the note back. A few minutes later, Blaine was able to toss the paper back onto Kurt's desk.

Sounds perfect. I miss you.

Kurt almost snorted.

I'm right here, you're passing a note to me. You can't miss me when I'm right next to you.

He passed the note back.

They had to pause their written conversation when the teacher turned away from the board to mention something, but meanwhile, Blaine was scribbling on the note. When their teacher looked down to read a passage out of the textbook, Blaine threw the note back to Kurt.

You're right. I mislead you a little. What I meant was that I miss your lips and your skin and your cock.

Kurt had to suppress a little whine that bubbled up in the back of his throat. Even though he was blushing again, and flailing on the inside, he calmly folded the note and shoved it into the bottom of his school bag.

He can't…Blaine just can't…holy hell. What was he even thinking right now? They were in the middle of history class, in school, surrounded by all these people, and he was obviously horny as can be. Yeah, okay, they gave each other a few blowjobs in an abandoned classroom once but those were different circumstances. This was just…

Okay, so Kurt had to admit to himself that the whole thing was kind of awesome. His boyfriend was sitting like, two feet from him. And he was hot for him. He was checking him out, thinking about sucking him off and ohmygod that image of Blaine under his desk with his head between Kurt's legs decided to make itself known right fucking now and WHAT EVEN WAS GOING ON?

Kurt looked down and saw that, oh hey, YEAH, he was kind of turned on right now and it was beginning to show. He crossed his legs and quickly hunched over his desk and let his arm rest, mostly inconspicuous, across his lap, while he leaned his other elbow onto the desk top to let his head rest on his hand. He looked at Blaine.

Blaine was in the exact same position as he was, legs crossed and all. But he was smiling that smile again. And he did this little…lip licking thing and…Kurt's eyes widened and he turned to face the teacher again.

God damnit. Here he was, sitting in class, with a freaking hard on. As was his boyfriend. Oh god, what if…what if it didn't go away by the time the bell rang? Shit. He tried to think of anything and everything that could possibly make this situation better. As soon as his mind conjured up multiple images of Mr. Schue pushing Coach Sylvester down on top of the piano in the choir room, his…problem began to resolve itself.

When the bell finally rang and students started to scatter, Kurt stood and noticed that Blaine's problem had, indeed, not resolved itself. Blaine had to grab his bag quickly and stand up awkwardly so that he could shove it in front of his crotch.

"Just remember," Kurt said, clutching his notebook to his chest, "that you did this to yourself."

He spun around and just before he walked out of the class, he heard Blaine emit a frustrated groan.

Serves him right.

By lunch, Kurt was able to sit down almost without cringing at all. Blaine sat next to him and immediately put his arm around Kurt's shoulders, his other hand gripping his fork and digging into his salad. Kurt leaned in to the welcome warmth. Even when Blaine was being a horny teenager, he could still be ridiculously sweet. So he rested his head on Blaine's shoulder and took a drink from his water bottle.

"You two look really cozy today," Quinn commented when she sat down next to Sam.

Kurt blushed for like, the eight billionth time that day. Blaine just smiled as he chewed his food and pressed a kiss to the top of Kurt's head.

"Yeah, you're like…glowing," Santana agreed. Her eyes widened. "Oh my god, did you two finally-"

"DON'T!" Kurt said quickly. "Don't even go there."

"Sorry," the girl mumbled.

"But you guys do seem really cuddly lately," Rachel said. "It's very sweet."

"What can I say," Blaine finally said once he swallowed the mouthful of salad, "I'm pretty sure I got the best boy in this school."

"Blaine," Kurt whined. "Stop it."

"It's true, though," Blaine said, defending himself.

"Of course it is," Kurt said. "But you don't need to announce it to the world!"

"Why not? What if I stood on top of this table right now and shouted it to the entire lunch room?"

Kurt's face lost all color. "Oh my god, please don't."

"Oh my god, please do," Finn said, laughing now. "That'd be the best thing I've seen all week."

Blaine took his arm off of Kurt's shoulders and rubbed his hands together. He stood and placed one foot on the chair, making as if to climb on the table. Before he could get any farther however, Kurt grabbed his hand and tugged him back down.

"Sit down!"

Blaine laughed affectionately and sat back down, pulling Kurt into a hug and kissing his cheek.

"I wouldn't really," Blaine said. He rested his forehead against his boyfriend's.

"I seriously doubt that," Kurt retorted. "You can really be an attention whore sometimes."

Pulling back, Blaine put a hand to his chest and gave a dramatic gasp. "Kurt, you wound me!"

"I'm so sure. I still haven't forgiven you for…earlier."

"You're no fun at all," Blaine said with a pout.

"I'm plenty fun!"

Blaine lowered his voice and his eyes took on this dangerously mischievous glint and he said, "I know."

Everyone around the table laughed. Kurt's eyes widened and his cheeks took on a rosy hue. He couldn't make eye contact with anyone of them for the rest of the day, he decided.

When Glee class rolled around, Kurt was oddly suspicious when Blaine was not already in the room. He sat down next to Mercedes.

"Have you seen Blaine?" he asked his best friend.

"No," Mercedes said. "But I'm sure he'll be here soon."

Huh. She had this…knowing smile on her face. It made him even more suspicious, actually.

"Do you know something I don't?"

"I don't know what you mean," she replied. "Why would I have more knowledge about your boyfriend than you would?"

"Woman, what do you think you're playing at?"

"Nothing at all, little Kurty," Mercedes said with that smile again. She patted his knee. "Nothing at all."

Right when he was about to get kind of angry about the whole thing, Mr. Schue walked in.

Blaine was following behind him.

And he was holding…

A guitar.

What. Even.

Blaine hurriedly walked over to Kurt and sat in the empty chair next to him. He kissed his cheek while Kurt just sat there looking truly perplexed. Blaine put the guitar on the ground.

"Still haven't forgiven me for being a horny bastard yet, have you?" Blaine asked, pretty much already knowing the answer.

"Not at all."

"That's okay. You might later."

What the hell was going on? Why was everyone determined to confuse the shit out of him today?

The guitar was not mentioned and Mr. Schue began class. Even though they didn't have a competition to worry about for the rest of the year, Glee was still a class. So they still had assignments every week. This week's assignment had something to do with the use of instruments instead of just playing a track and singing along. Sure, plenty of people had used instruments in numbers they had performed before, but Mr. Schue was pretty much just running out of ideas and resorting to every last little thing he could think of that was remotely related to singing.

Maybe that was it. Blaine hadn't performed his assignment yet, and it was Friday, so the presence of the guitar wasn't as outlandish as Kurt had previously thought. For Kurt, Blaine agreed to play the piano while Kurt sang for his assignment on Wednesday.

Okay. Yeah. Nothing out of the ordinary, Kurt decided.

Until the end of class came.

"Blaine requested to be the last to perform today," Mr. Schue notified them. "And he'll be playing a guitar in order to fulfill the requirements of the assignment."

Blaine grabbed the guitar, stood, and put the strap over his head. He walked to the front and center of the room and turned around to face the class.

He looked right at Kurt.

Oh, great. This was like, the third time Blaine had sung to him since he transferred. But knowing his boyfriend's…mood and actions from the day, Kurt thought he had a small right to be kind of nervous. He squirmed in his seat, flinching at the mild pain that still remained from last night's…activities.

"So I play a lot of instruments, actually," Blaine began. "I have to admit I kind of…put this assignment off until the last minute. So I ended up choosing my song and instrument today. This song is for you, Kurt. As kind of…an apology…for you know what. And also…it's just because I love you. Plus, you wouldn't let me stand on top of the lunch table and shout it to the whole cafeteria, so I'll just sing to you instead. Seems more practical anyway," Blaine finished with a smile.

He strummed a few of the strings and tuned the guitar a bit before beginning to play and sing.

In the space between what's wrong and right,

You will find me waiting for you,

All your fortresses go down in the night,

To the dawn I'll see you through,

'Cause I know

That you know,

You're all over me now,

And it's clear

You will show,

And your curtains will close,

But if your heart is cold,

My sheets are warm,

I will shelter you,

Through the storm,

I will shelter you,

All through the storm

There was a break in the lyrics but Blaine continued to strum the guitar for a short music break. He brought his eyes back up to Kurt and smiled at him. It was that one smile that Kurt could never fail to respond to so he, of course, had to smile back. This wasn't what he was expecting at all. The song was slow and sweet and made him feel all warm inside.

If the answers aren't so easy to find,

The questions will have to do,

'Cause I've lost myself deep in your eyes,

My only fix is yooou,

'Cause I know

That you know,

You're all over me now,

And it's clear

You will show,

And your curtains will close,

But if your heart is cold,

My sheets are warm,

I will shelter you,

Through the storm,

I will shelter you,

All through the storm

There was another musical bridge and Blaine continued playing while he swayed back and forth a little bit. His eyes were boring into Kurt's and Kurt wasn't sure if his boyfriend's eyes were a little misty or not. He assumed not, but they did glisten somewhat. Blaine smiled again. His fingers never left the guitar strings as he waltzed back over to his seat and sat next to Kurt. Kurt's head followed Blaine's movements, but otherwise he just sat there, kind of stunned, his fingers clasped together in front of his lips.

Say what I am,

What we are,

It's a start towards the truuuth,

Taking my breath

With each delicate step

In my heart,

It's you

In the space between what's wrong and right,

You will find me waiting for you.

Blaine plucked at the last few notes, his eyes never leaving Kurt's face. He lifted the guitar strap over his head and sat the guitar on the floor once more. He reached over and pulled Kurt's hands from his mouth to reveal a smile on the younger boy's face.

"Did you like it?" Blaine asked hopefully.

"Yeah," Kurt replied softly. "I really did."

Blaine gave a wide smile and just as he was about to bring Kurt into his arms for a hug, a loud, blubbering sob echoed through the room.

"That was so beautiful!" Rachel Berry practically shouted through her tears. "You two…oh god…"

She couldn't seem to stop crying. Kurt and Blaine looked on in horror as a few of the other girls began to sob as well.

"Why can't you ever do anything like that for me?" Tina wailed, tears streaming down her face.

Mike was shocked into silence and looked desperately around for some guidance.

"Artie I want a pretty song on the guitar too," Brittany cried. Her eyes were misty as well and she had this adorable sad little pout on her face.

Before Artie could respond, however, Rachel's loud voice came through again. "Finn, this is unacceptable! I want to be serenaded like Kurt!"

"I – I don't know how to play the guitar like Blaine!" Finn said in nervous defense.

"Well maybe you should take lessons!"

"And what about you, Sam?" Quinn decided to say. "You actually play the guitar and you haven't sung anything to me yet."

"We – but – we did those duets together earlier in the year!" Sam cried, terrified.

"That was then. We've seen Blaine sing to Kurt like, three times! I feel so unappreciated right now," Quinn replied, crossing her arms stubbornly over her chest.

Mercedes was double over in silent laughter and Blaine and Kurt just sat there in surprise, both of their mouths gaping open. What had they done?

"Okay!" Mr. Schue finally decided to stop the madness. "Not, uh…not everyone can play the guitar! We don't all have to serenade our significant others, it's not required."

"No, but it would be nice," Rachel said immediately.

Thankfully, in the midst of the insanity, the bell rang. Kurt and Blaine shared a look and grabbed their bags.

"Thanks for letting me borrow your guitar, Mr. Schue!" Blaine called as they left the room, leaving behind a bunch of very unhappy girls and just as many nervous boys.

They didn't say a word to one another until they climbed into Blaine's car.

Wherein which they proceeded to burst into hysterical laughter.

"Naked," Kurt said on Saturday night. "You need to be naked right now."

Blaine nodded quickly as they both proceeded to remove their clothing. Ever since Thursday night when Blaine's phone call had…interrupted Kurt, both of them had been wound so tight. They thought Blaine would get to spend Friday at Kurt's house as well as Saturday, but Blaine's parents had dragged him along with them to some dinner party.

Damnit, but teenage hormones were the worst.

They were already panting and sweating by the time they were both naked, Kurt straddling Blaine, rubbing their cocks together.

"Holy shit, I missed this," Blaine breathed. His hands were gripping Kurt's hips, fingers digging into pale flesh.

"Me too," Kurt agreed, leaning down and pressing his lips to Blaine's. The kiss was desperate and rough, all tongue and teeth and no gentle delicacy whatsoever. The time for gentle had passed two days ago.

They were sweaty and fuck, it was so perfect every time, no matter what the ended up doing. Kurt's tongue licked a wet trail over Blaine's jaw and Blaine groaned in turn. The older boy squeezed a hand in between them to stroke both of their cocks.

"Fuck," Kurt hissed. He pressed his head into Blaine's neck. He felt like he was on fire. His skin felt extremely over sensitive right now. They hadn't had any kind of sex in almost three weeks because they'd both been busy with various school projects or family obligations or shopping trips.

Kurt returned his mouth to Blaine's, licking at the other boy's kiss swollen lips before kissing him properly. Their tongues dueled and their harsh breathing mingled between them.

Jesus Christ, Kurt thought. He went so long without ever being kissed, without ever being touched like this at all. But now that he'd had a taste of all things Blaine Anderson, he decided that, in his teenage brain, three weeks was far too long.

"We can't go that long again," Kurt breathed into Blaine's mouth. "Too long, I can't – oh god – go that long without feeling you against me ever again."

"Never," Blaine agreed, moving his hand from Kurt's hip to trail up the boy's spine to his neck. "Never."

"Your…your fingers," Kurt stuttered. He pressed his forehead to Blaine's. "I want them in me."

Blaine's hand stilled between them and he opened his eyes. "Are you sure? You just…I mean, you're not still sore?"

"No," Kurt brought their lips together for one more kiss. "I'm not. And I want you to."

Blaine was silent except for his quick breathing before he finally swallowed audibly. "Okay," he finally said. "Yeah. Do you have-"

"In the drawer," Kurt said, climbing off of Blaine so his boyfriend could retrieve the lubricant from his nightstand drawer.

"You're sure?" Blaine asked once again, returning to lie back down next to Kurt, lube in hand.

Kurt nodded, his cock aching at the thought of Blaine touching that little spot inside of him. "Positive."

"Okay," Blaine said again. He rolled over on his side to face Kurt, who was lying on his back. He kissed his boyfriend's temple and then propped himself up on his arm. "Spread your legs for me."

Kurt obeyed, his eyes still trained on Blaine's face. He spread his legs and bent one at the knee, the other finding its way between Blaine's thighs. Blaine squeezed some lube onto his fingers and then set the bottle aside. Kurt moved his hand down to his cock while Blaine let his fingers trail along the junction where Kurt's thigh met his pelvis. He had to pause and just…look at Kurt.

"Are you okay?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah," Blaine breathed. "You just…you look so hot right now…"

Kurt smiled and lifted his head up to kiss Blaine again, who had this kind of stunned look plastered onto his face. Then he wrapped his fingers around Blaine's wrist and guided his hand lower.

"Please?" Kurt pleaded softly.

Blaine gave a shaky nod. His slick fingers found Kurt's entrance and he caressed it gently.

"Oh…" Kurt sighed, his head falling back against the pillows.

Blaine swallowed hard. He might actually come from the sight of Kurt enjoying this so much. He slowly pressed the tip of his middle finger through the resisting ring of muscle. Kurt whimpered below him.

"Bear down around my finger, just like I told you the other night," Blaine said soothingly.

Kurt's eyes were shut tight, but he did as Blaine told him and pressed back against his finger. Blaine slowly slid his finger inside down to the knuckle. Holy fuck, Kurt was so insanely hot and tight. He pushed his finger around inside a little, stretching Kurt and letting him adjust to the pressure.

Kurt was almost holding his breath. Yeah, he knew it hurt, but the amount of pleasure that came later was totally worth all the fuss to get there. He relaxed a little bit and opened his eyes.

"Do two," he instructed.

"Are you sure? I haven't even-"

"Please," Kurt begged again. "Blaine, please."

So Blaine tentatively pulled his finger out and then began to press his ring finger in along with it. Kurt's face scrunched up in pain and Blaine paused, his fingers midway inside.

"Kurt, you don't have to-"

"No, don't – please, I want it," Kurt whimpered.

"I don't want to hurt you," Blaine admitted, planting a kiss on Kurt's forehead.

"It's not that bad though," Kurt attempted to reassure him. "You have to remember that this is only the second time anything has been in there, so I'm not used to it."

"I…are you-"

"Yes, I'm sure," Kurt said again. "Just go slow."

Kurt reached his arm under Blaine's so that he could pull him closer. Blaine leaned down to kiss him. He slid one leg out from under Kurt's, allowing the other to press Kurt's leg into the bed, effectively spreading his legs even wider. He pressed his fingers in deeper, feeling Kurt bear down around them until they were in all the way. Blaine could just not get over how fucking tight he was. He gingerly spread his fingers a bit, feeling Kurt's muscles relax around him. He pulled them out and turned his eyes to Kurt's face before pushing them back in.

"Oh god, yeah…" Kurt moaned loudly. His own hand returned to his cock, stroking it in time with the movement of Blaine's fingers. Once his body adjusted, the odd intrusion felt like…like coming home. There was no other way to describe the perfect thing he was feeling. Blaine's fingers were like, made for this. Weird to think of it that way, but that's how it felt.

"Feel good?" Blaine asked, smiling now, as he gazed at Kurt's face. Kurt looked so insanely insatiable and sexy like this, his legs spread wide and various sounds coming from between those parted lips.

"It's perfect," Kurt admitted. "God…amazing."

Blaine kissed Kurt's temple before he pushed his fingers in deep and crooked them just so, finding that little ball of nerves. Kurt's hips jerked and the hand on Blaine's back clawed at his skin.

"Fuck, yes…oh god, please, again…"

Okay, Blaine decided, Kurt begging him to do this was kind of one of the most amazing things he'd ever heard. So he couldn't not oblige. He brushed his fingers over the nub again, causing Kurt to emit the most fantastic fucking noise ever. He continued to do it every time he pushed his fingers in.

"You're fucking beautiful," Blaine whispered, completely enraptured by the sight before him. Kurt's pale body was glistening with sweat and his head was pressing against Blaine's shoulder. His chest was heaving and he was muttering swears against Blaine's skin. His hand continued to move quickly on his erection.

"Oh god," Kurt was saying now. "Oh god, I…you…more…"

"More?" Blaine asked, unsure if he really meant it or not. "But you-"

"I want you," Kurt moaned, pulling his head away from Blaine's shoulder to look into his boyfriend's eyes. "I want you inside me."

Oh fuck. Uh…well…that was a possibility. And Blaine's cock sure liked the idea of being buried in that tight, hot…

No. Shit. No. He wasn't…no.

Blaine shook his head but continued moving his fingers. "Not tonight," he said.

"Blaine, please."

God damnit, Blaine swore in his mind. Why did he have to beg so…perfectly? Blaine was only a teenage boy; his resolve wasn't made out of steel. But he had made a promise to himself. He promised himself that this would be special for Kurt and it wouldn't just happen like this.

"Kurt," he said. He paused his fingers, causing Kurt's hand to move from his cock to Blaine's arm, trying to get them to keep moving. "Hold on. Wait."

Kurt bit his lip. Christ, but the poor boy looked like he was fraying at the edges.

"I told you I wanted that to be special, right?"

"Yes, but I-"

"You're not ready. I'm not ready for that yet. But I think we will be soon and I…I want you to…I want to be first. I want to bottom first."

Kurt's eyes widened. His cock twitched. "Why?"

"I want you to know what it's all about first. I want you to…to make love to me first so you can see how it all works and…I don't know. It's just…it's what I want. Will you…is that okay?"

Kurt licked his lips and nodded eagerly. "Yeah. We can do that."

Blaine smiled kindly and gave Kurt a quick kiss. "However, for right now…" he pulled his fingers out of Kurt and added a third one, "…I can give you a little bit more without giving you everything."

He slid the three fingers into Kurt slowly. Kurt threw his head back and swore.

"Oh my fuck, that hurts," he groaned.

"Press down again, baby," Blaine said.

Kurt did and once Blaine had them all inside, he stopped and kissed Kurt's jaw. "You're amazing," Blaine said. "Amazing."

Kurt was squirming now and…oh my god…he was trying to fuck himself onto Blaine's fingers. Blaine groaned and obliged Kurt by giving him exactly what he wanted.

"Oh god, Blaine…"

"Hmm?" Blaine asked, nuzzling his nose against Kurt's ear.

"You…" Kurt was panting again, his hand back on his cock, "faster and…and deeper, please, fuck…"

Blaine did so happily, pushing his three fingers as deep as they could possibly go, brushing over Kurt's prostate as he did so.

"Fuck!"

"Shh," Blaine whispered, leaning over so he could lick Kurt's lower lip. "We don't want to wake anyone up."

"Sorry, I'm sorry…ah!"

Okay, so Kurt was getting a little loud. It wasn't like he could help it! Blaine's fingers were just so deep inside and working him expertly and they…Jesus Christ, he'd been hard for so long and he was right fucking there…

"I'm…please!"

Now Blaine was really concerned about the noise level. Kurt had never been this loud before. He immediately swallowed up Kurt's next moan by kissing him hard on the lips, opening his mouth and inviting Kurt's tongue inside. He shoved his fingers as far in as they would go and brushed repeatedly over the little bundle of nerves inside of Kurt. He felt his boyfriend whimper into his mouth as his hand sped up on his own cock.

Kurt's wrist was aching now and he was so incredibly sensitive to everything. He could feel the soft touch of the sheets below him and the tickling itch of Blaine's chest hair against his side and on his chest and ohmyfuckinggod, did Blaine know how to use his damn fingers. He pumped at his cock desperately, he was so close…

Blaine pulled away from Kurt's lips. "I can't wait until you fuck me," he breathed.

"AH!"

Well. That would do it. Blaine was wrenching Kurt's orgasm out of him with every tiny stroke to his prostate and he was coming so damn hard he was afraid he'd pass out again. Kurt was arched up, that tight amazing feeling in his belly and all throughout his body seemed to last forever and come was spilling onto his stomach. His mind was reeling and Blaine was so warm and his fingers were so perfect and how could he have not been doing this sooner?

Finally, after he thought he was about to fucking die, his orgasm subsided and he was able to relax into his pillow. He was pretty sure he'd never felt so sated in his life. And he was just kind of floating there, afraid he might fall asleep.

Oh, well that notion went out the window when he felt Blaine pull his fingers out of his ass.

Guh. He was already feeling sore down there. It was going to be worse tomorrow, he just knew it.

"Are you alright?" Blaine asked, his voice reaching Kurt through his post-orgasm haze.

"Am I…I'm better than alright," Kurt responded, his eyes heavy.

Blaine smiled and got up so he could wet a towel and wipe off Kurt's chest. When he returned to the bed and did just that, Kurt grabbed his wrist.

"It's your turn," Kurt said tiredly. He couldn't help it, his orgasm had freakin' wrung him dry.

Giving a small laugh, Blaine tossed the towel into the laundry basket and settled back into the bed next to Kurt. He snuggled down so that he could lie on his boyfriend's chest and pulled the blankets up over them.

"Don't worry about it, you're tired," Blaine said.

"But – but you're still hard," Kurt replied. And Blaine was. Kurt could feel the other boy's erection pressing into his thigh.

"Kurt, baby, go to sleep."

"No, that's not fair," Kurt argued, his eyes still sleepy looking and his movements slow. He attempted to reach down between them so he could take Blaine's cock in his hand but Blaine stopped him and brought Kurt's hand back up to rest on his own chest.

"You're about to fall asleep. You can take care of me in the morning."

"It's been so long for us though…"

"I can wait a few more hours," Blaine said quietly, wrapping his arm around Kurt's waist. "Sleep now." He pressed a kiss to Kurt's shoulder.

Kurt heaved a deep sigh and brought his arm around Blaine's back to hold him close. "Love you," he mumbled sleepily into Blaine's hair.

"Love you, too, Kurt."

Despite how insanely horny he was right now, Blaine was able to fall asleep just fine, pressed up against Kurt's side. He fell into a deep, warm, comfortable sleep.

Many hours later, Blaine was having a very, very nice dream.

He woke up to find Kurt's lips stretched around his cock and himself very near orgasm.

"Morning," Kurt said, swiping his tongue over the head of Blaine's cock.

"You – ah, fuck, - what are you…Kurt…" Blaine was already groaning loudly, thrusting his hips up toward Kurt's mouth. "How long have you…guh…"

Kurt didn't even attempt to answer. He woke up a few minutes ago, feeling kind of guilty for falling asleep and leaving Blaine still aroused. He'd slithered down, pulling the blankets to the end of the bed, and wrapped his lips around Blaine's morning erection. He'd been at it for a good five minutes before Blaine woke up, but in the meantime, Blaine was moaning in his sleep and clutching at the sheets.

"Kurt, I'm…you…I'm…oh GOD," Blaine nearly shouted, his orgasm hitting him like a fucking freight train. He hadn't even been awake but two minutes and he was already coming hot and hard down Kurt's throat, and Kurt just kept sucking and drinking him down and Blaine could feel Kurt swallowing around him. He lay there, sated and happy and surprised, until he felt his softening cock slip from Kurt's red, swollen lips.

"Morning," Kurt whispered, crawling up on top of his boyfriend. "You taste just as good as I remembered." He leaned down and stole a kiss, letting his tongue invade Blaine's willing mouth, allowing him to taste himself on Kurt's tongue and lips. Blaine moaned into the kiss, giving as good as he got, winding his arms around the smooth skin of Kurt's back.

When Kurt finally pulled away from the kiss, Blaine's eyes were glossy and he was panting. "That was…holy…thank you."

"You're very welcome."

Blaine sighed, trying to calm his breathing, and he pulled Kurt down to lie on his chest. He brought one of his hands up to slide into Kurt's hair and took the time to breathe in the younger boy's scent. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of his head and smiled into the morning sunlight.

Yeah, Blaine thought. He could definitely wake up to this more often and never tire of it.