The weekend had been rough. Kurt had to coax Blaine out of bed late every morning with the promise of a fresh breakfast and lots of kisses. Every night, Kurt would wake up to Blaine sobbing softly into his pillow, as far away from Kurt on the bed as he could possibly get. And every night, Kurt would pull him back, shushing him and planting kisses in his hair, muttering sweet, nonsensical things that would ease him back to sleep. On Sunday Blaine returned home, Kurt by his side, and told his parents what happened. Blaine's father looked murderous, ready to hunt down Aydyn Stonato and strangle the boy. Kurt thought this was a fine idea, however, murder being illegal ruled out that plan. Blaine's mother took him into her arms, asking why he didn't call them right away, saying that they would have come home and that he needs to let them into his life more. They loved him, and they seemed to adore Kurt quite a bit as well. They were not, in any sense, neglectful parents. On the contrary, they were quite loving and praised Blaine over every grade he received, every song he sang, every little thing he succeeded at. They simply happened to be very busy. But their phones were always on, they reminded their son, and they would drop anything if he ever needed them, for whatever reason.

They suggested he return to his therapist after this whole incident. Blaine did not want to go. In fact, he actually felt much better having told both his and Kurt's parents about everything. It was no longer a burden he or Kurt had to bear alone. No, he was not cured. No, he was not healed. But it was very true that talking about the incident was the first step. And now that he had multiple people he knew that he could turn to if he ever needed to talk about it, life looked a little less bleak.

When the school days came around however, he was mimicking Kurt's jittery stage, jumping at every unexpected touch or shying away from anyone's hand except for Kurt's. The other Glee kids looked on him with worry, but they had come to the realization that Blaine and Kurt seemed to be two parts of a whole. They protected each other and every little thing that had ever seemed wrong regarding either of them was usually cleared up soon. So when Kurt said to shut up, they shut up. When he said to drop it, they dropped it, simple as that.

The school year would be coming to a close soon and there was still one thing Kurt wanted to know before they left for summer.

He knocked on the doorway to Sue Sylvester's office.

"What do you want?" Sue growled from her desk, not bothering to look up.

"It's…me," Kurt squeaked. Her head shot up at the sound of his voice and an oddly pleased smile graced her features.

"Porcelain, shut the door, have a seat." Kurt did so. "Where's your better half?"

"Blaine's the better half?" Kurt teased with a quirked eyebrow. "I'm hurt."

"Doe-Face has been mopey lately, what the hell's up with that?" she wondered.

Kurt gave a small shrug. "Just some personal things he's dealing with."

"Uh huh. So are you gonna tell me why you're in my office, interrupting my daily routine?"

"You…weren't doing anything," Kurt pointed out.

"That's what you think. Little do you know, at this time, every day, I sit down and plot the demise of everyone I hate."

"Comforting thought."

"Isn't it though? What do you want, Porcelain?"

"I…was wondering if you would tell me…what you said. To Karofsky, I mean. That day that he…"

"Almost killed you?" she finished for him.

"Yeah. That one."

"Why do you want to know?" Sue asked.

"I guess…just…closure?"

"Ah. I suppose that suffices. First off, I made sure to tell him that he wasn't getting off the hook this time, that plenty of those little ingrates we so quickly call students saw exactly what he did. I also said that if I ever found out he was hurting you, Doe-Face or any other gay as can be kid in this world, that I would hunt him down and string him up by his own intestines. And lastly…I told him that both you and Blaine were better men than he could ever dream of being, and that you, with all your crazy outfits and your snide, diva remarks, were more of a man than he was or ever would be."

Kurt…was taken aback. He'd never…besides his dad or Carole, he'd never had any other adult stand up for him so much before. And…calling him a man? That was…a great compliment. Perhaps compliment wasn't even the right word. Kurt didn't know at the moment. All he knew was that previously, and for the rest of his life, there were going to be people trying to make him feel worthless by calling him a girl or a woman or a fairy or a faggot. He would always have people trying to make him feel like less than a person.

And as evil as Sue Sylvester made herself out to be, as often as she tried to bring down the Glee Club, as often as she insulted Mr. Schue's hair (though sometimes, she did have rather valid points), Sue still might be a champion for those with little to no voice at all in this world.

Kurt stood, moved around to Sue's side of the desk, and gave her a fierce hug.

"Thank you," he whispered. "For everything."

"Anything for you and that Doe-Faced boy you keep around."

There were days when Blaine Anderson truly thought his life was shit. His life had been no picnic. From bullying to molestation, despite all the money and love his parents could give him, there were days when he wanted to lay in bed and cry until he had nothing left to give this world. Before McKinley, his life was quite bland. Yes, he had the Warblers and yes, he had Wes and David and multiple other friends to keep him happy. But he'd never had anyone quite so like him to share himself with. He never had anyone that understood him fully, never had anyone whose simple presence was uplifting in itself.

Until he met Kurt Hummel.

He often heard Kurt tell him that Blaine was his savior, that Blaine helped him crawl out of some deep, dark, lonely hole. And Blaine could honestly understand why Kurt thought that. When they had met, Kurt's life was in shambles. But really, Blaine thought that he just happened to come along at a good time. He thought he was just someone he could relate to.

What Kurt didn't know, and what Blaine should probably tell him, was that Kurt saved him. Kurt gave him a reason to smile. Kurt gave him a reason to keep on. Kurt was his constant now, he was the one who always helped put him back together when someone tried, or succeeded at, breaking him down. When Kurt's deceivingly strong arms were wrapped around his waist, when Kurt's subtle scent surrounded him, when Kurt's kisses were pressed to the top of his head…he felt like he could fly.

So now, at this moment, Blaine sat next to Kurt on Kurt's bed while they attempted to study for final exams. But Blaine certainly wasn't studying his textbook. That would be silly. Kurt's adorable face was much more interesting than history. So he studied him instead. He studied the pale, flawless skin of his neck and face. He studied the pert little nose and those beautiful eyelashes that fluttered so softly against his cheeks. He studied the way Kurt's tongue came out to occasionally lick at his full, pink lips and the way he always brushed his hair back from his face. He studied the way Kurt's head turned towards him and gazed at him with questioning eyes and –

Oh. He was well and caught.

"You've been staring at me for the past, like, ten minutes," Kurt stated.

"Uh…sorry," Blaine apologized, though he most certainly wasn't sorry at all.

"Do I have something on my face?" Kurt wondered, bringing his hand up to rub self consciously at his cheek. "Ink or something?"

"No," Blaine said, a smile on his lips and maybe there were stars in his eyes. "You're perfect."

Kurt blushed pink and turned back to his book. He blushed ever so easily, Blaine had quickly realized. It was one of his favorite pastimes, seeing how often he could make Kurt turn red.

"Shut up," Kurt mumbled.

"You don't have to believe it," Blaine said. "But at least let me think it."

"I have a feeling you will eventually be disillusioned."

"I have a feeling that you're very wrong," Blaine countered.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, Blaine never taking his eyes off of Kurt's profile. Kurt attempted to ignore him, but it was difficult. He could feel the heat of Blaine's gaze on his neck.

"Can I kiss you?" Blaine asked.

Kurt turned his eyes back to Blaine and smiled sadly. "You don't have to ask me. You never have to ask to kiss me, Blaine." Kurt shut his text book and shoved it off the bed. Blaine did the same and crawled closer to Kurt.

He brought his hands to Kurt's face, whose eyes fell shut, and placed them on either side of his head. He kissed Kurt's forehead. He kissed Kurt's nose. He kissed both of his cheeks. And then he leaned in and pressed his lips to his boyfriend's. Kurt's lips were dry and warm and soft and made him swoon. Blaine parted his own lips, inviting Kurt to do the same, and slowly began sliding their tongues against one another. Kurt tasted sweet and precious and he tasted like fresh air and happiness and starlight. He didn't really know how anyone could taste like starlight, but that's about the only thing he could equate it to at the moment.

"I'm so in love with you," he breathed between them.

Kurt inhaled sharply and wrapped his arms around Blaine, bringing them closer and kissing him harder. Blaine allowed Kurt to press him down onto the mattress and cover him with his body.

"Is this okay?" Kurt asked, wary of Blaine's recent reluctance when it came to their intimate life. "I don't want to do something you're not okay with."

"I'm okay," Blaine assured him, caressing Kurt's back. "I'll tell you if I'm not."

Kurt nodded and licked at Blaine's lower lip with a long, slow swipe, causing Blaine to gasp beneath him and tighten his arms around Kurt. Kurt repeated the action before kissing him properly, letting his tongue dive into Blaine's mouth, swiping over his teeth and pressing it against Blaine's own. He twined his fingers through Blaine's hair (really, it was one of his favorite things to do, it was always so soft and smelled so nice). He brought his lips down to Blaine's jaw, to Blaine's neck, to the smooth skin covering his collar bone. He wanted to feel more of that skin beneath his fingers, but…he most definitely should ask first.

"Can I…would it be okay if I took your shirt off?" Kurt asked tentatively, looking up at Blaine with questioning eyes.

Blaine bit his lip for a second and then ne nodded his head.

"You sure?" Kurt wanted to make sure this was alright for Blaine, he didn't want to push him.

"I'm sure," Blaine assured him.

He let Kurt trail his fingers along the exposed line of skin right below the hem on his shirt, causing him to shiver and release a shaky breath. Kurt gripped the shirt and pulled it over Blaine's head swiftly, tossing it on the floor.

Kurt loved Blaine's body. He loved it. Blaine was all smooth skin, soft chest hair, and perfectly sculpted, subtle muscles. He slid his hands up Blaine's sides and smiled when he heard Blaine giggle a bit in return.

"Sorry," he said. Though of course, he wasn't really sorry at all. He liked it that Blaine was kind of ticklish.

Blaine reached his arms up, urging Kurt to lie on top of him again. Kurt tugged off his own shirt and obliged, reveling in the chest to chest contact. It'd been so long; they hadn't gone any farther than kissing since the 'incident', or so Kurt called it in his head. He wasn't mad about it, of course he wasn't, but that didn't mean that he didn't miss feeling Blaine's body against his. He felt Blaine trail his fingers up Kurt's spine, from base to neck, and Kurt released a small sigh against the skin of Blaine's shoulder.

"I've missed this," Blaine admitted quietly.

"Me too," Kurt agreed.

"I'm sorry that I haven't…been able to…"

"Don't," Kurt said immediately, pressing a finger against Blaine's full lips. "I promised I wouldn't push you and I won't. I love you too much to hurt you, Blaine."

At that, Blaine gave a small smile and opened his lips, sucking Kurt's finger into his mouth. Kurt gasped and his eyes fell closed. Blaine swirled his tongue around the tip of Kurt's finger and literally sucked the digit in further, sliding his tongue up and down. And with his tongue, he pushed Kurt's finger out and then sucked it back in slowly, repeating the action over and over until Kurt was practically writhing next to him. He pushed the finger out once more and then took hold of Kurt's wrist and ever so slowly dragged it south. Kurt's head popped up so he could stare at Blaine with shocked eyes.

"Blaine are you-"

"I want you to touch me," Blaine breathed, no doubt in his eyes. "Please. Please…"

Kurt kept his eyes trained on Blaine's as Blaine dragged his hand lower and settled it atop the hard bulge against his jeans. He watched Blaine sigh in relief and close his eyes when Kurt pressed his hand down to rub.

"Open your eyes," Kurt whispered, not stopping the movement of his hand. "I want you to look at me. I want you to know it's me touching you and nobody else."

Blaine's eyes snapped open, boring into Kurt's. His eyes were dark and his arousal was evident. He released his hold on Kurt's wrist when he knew that Kurt wouldn't be stopping. They never broke eye contact, even as Kurt undid the button and pulled down the zipper on Blaine's jeans. They never stopped gazing at each other, even when Kurt pulled Blaine's stiff cock out to give it long, slow, sure strokes. Blaine was panting heavily, reaching his tongue out to swipe at his parched lips. Kurt desperately wanted to bend down and kiss him, but he didn't. He wanted Blaine to watch him. He didn't want any bad thoughts to cross his boyfriend's mind and he didn't want him worrying about anything. Kurt wanted to make sure that Blaine knew exactly who was touching him, who was touching him gently and sweetly, and he wanted him to know that he did this with love. He had no selfish motives. He only wanted to make Blaine feel good.

"I…you…Kurt…"

Blaine was right there, he was right fucking there. He was on the edge but he hadn't the courage to let go and fall.

"You want to let go, I know you do," Kurt said, their eyes still locked on one another.

"Oh god, yes…I do," Blaine groaned. One of his fists was balled in the sheets and the other had a death grip on Kurt's hip. He could feel that heat coiling tightly in his belly. "Please…fuck…"

Kurt sped up the pace of his hand and tightened his grip. In hindsight, lube might have helped a little, but it was too late for that now. Blaine was writhing, thrusting up frantically, every nerve ending in his body was on fire and he just wanted to come, he needed to come, he needed it more than air right now. Kurt looked on in awe at how Blaine's chest heaved, how his muscles contracted, how beads of sweat formed on his chest and at his hairline, how cherry red his lips were, and how pained his face looked.

It only took four more quick strokes and one simple sentence to send Blaine tumbling over the edge.

"You're so fucking beautiful," Kurt said.

And with that, Blaine came, his face screwed up in that pain-pleasure way, his stomach muscles tightening and his body curling in on itself. He came in long, pearlescent strings all over Kurt's hand an on his abdomen. When he was finally sure he wasn't going to die, he fell back onto the bed, breathing wildly and completely spent.

Kurt attempted to get up so he could get a towel, but Blaine tightened his hold on his waist and kept him at his side.

"No," he had to wet his throat with a swallow, "stay."

"I'm just going to get-"

"Please," Blaine pleaded with desperate eyes. "I want to feel you next to me."

Kurt nodded his understanding and smiled, snuggling back down next to Blaine. He could hear his rapid heart beat slowing and his breathing return to normal. He could smell sweat and sex and that ever present scent that was uniquely Blaine.

"I love you so much," Kurt whispered, kissing Blaine's neck.

Blaine brought his other arm to wrap around Kurt as well, heedless of the drying come on his body, and pressed a firm kiss to the top of Kurt's head. "I love you too."

The end of school came and went with a few tears from New Directions and then summer was upon them. Things between Blaine and Kurt were fabulous, especially a few weeks in. They both knew what had happened to Blaine was something that really never left you, that never really stopped impacting your life. But with tender, loving caresses, they slowly rebuilt their intimate life. Blaine was occasionally nervous, but Kurt was always able to ease his fears and they worked everything out with long conversations in the dark beneath a set of sheets.

A month or so into summer found Blaine and Kurt in the park, seated on a very cliché red and white checkered blanket next to an even more cliché picnic basket. Spread around them were half eaten finger sandwiches, multitudes of pita chips, and various fruits such as strawberries, grapes, honeydew melon, and cantaloupe.

"Where on earth did you come up with the very commonplace idea for a picnic?" Kurt wondered, wiping crumbs off of his hands into the grass.

"Well it's not like I invented the picnic myself. I just wanted to do something nice for you," Blaine shrugged. "Plus it really is a pretty day."

And so it was. The sun's heat wasn't too harsh, but they sat in shade of a large oak tree in a fairly secluded area of the park. There weren't very many people around them so they were free to hold hands and lean against each other without fear of being judged for their love in public.

"The hardest part was actually finding this damn blanket, I'll have you know," Blaine told him. "I had to go to four different stores."

"I would have been fine with any blanket," Kurt pointed out.

"Yeah, but it wouldn't have been the same."

"Oh no, of course not. God forbid we sit on a blue blanket. Oh no."

Blaine gave a fake pout. "You're mocking me after I went through all this trouble to make it special?"

"I still don't understand what's so special," Kurt said. "You've used that word like, five times in the past hour or so."

"Well, we did just pass the date of our seven month anniversary," Blaine said, putting a grape into his mouth.

"I…didn't know there was something all that significant about seven months," Kurt said in confusion. "Is there?"

Blaine shrugged. "Maybe not to anyone else. But to me, it's like…well there's the six month, and that's obviously half a year. So seven is sort of…I don't know, it's just like…it's like it's the next step towards a year. And that just makes me happy."

Kurt turned his lips up into a smile and scooted closer to Blaine so that their knees were touching. "That makes me happy too."

"Yeah?" Blaine looked up hopefully.

"Yeah." Kurt placed his hand on Blaine's thigh and gave it a firm squeeze.

But Blaine was looking at him with anything but love. He looked…really nervous. And worried.

"Are you okay?" Kurt asked in concern. "You look like you're about to run away from me."

"I bought you something," Blaine said quickly.

"You…you did?"

Blaine gave a shaky nod. "I love you."

"I love you too. But why are you-"

"Wait," Blaine said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a piece of paper. "I wrote down everything I wanted to say and now I can't…" he scanned the page quickly and shoved it back into his pants. "I love you," he began again. "You're the…you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. You've stayed with me even after…after someone hurt me. After I told you about how I used to be and after we've yelled at each other. You…you held me when I cried a lot and helped me with all that nightmare stuff." He had to take a deep breath to calm his nerves. "Kurt…I was so glad that day you woke up in the hospital. I don't know what would have happened to me if you hadn't. I don't…I just don't know. And I'm really glad I didn't have to find out."

"Blaine, you don't-"

"No, please," Blaine interrupted him. "I just…let me get this all out first, okay?"

Kurt bit his lip and gave a small nod, willing Blaine to continue.

"I love you," Blaine said again. "I love your eyes and the way you push your hair out of your face. I love your laugh and I love how warm you are against me in the morning when I'm freezing my ass off. I love the way that I fit perfectly against you when you let me be the little spoon and I love how good your hugs are. I love the way you kiss me when we wake up, even though you're so self conscious of your morning breath but you get over it just because I want to kiss you. I love," he lowered his voice, "I love the way you touch me. I love how I can make you scream sometimes and I love it when you say my name when you come." He gave a little grin. "And I love the way you dress and I love your 'fuck you' attitude and I love how sassy you can be. I love how strong you are. I love that you made me a stronger person. I love that you got me out of Dalton and into McKinley and I love that you helped me make new friends. You…you've seen me broken and you've put me back together. And I know I sing to you a lot but I do it because I love the way your eyes light up when you realize that the words are for you. And I love that you have your own past and I love that we're here together now."

Blaine took another deep breath and looked down, fishing around in his pocket for something. He pulled whatever it is he had found out and kept it hidden in his hand, placing his fist into the palm of Kurt's hand. He kept their hands like that and continued speaking.

"I love you, Kurt. Sometimes I think I love you so much it'll kill me, but I don't care. I know that…I know that we're young. And I know we'll be seniors next year and that college comes after high school. I don't know where we'll be in five years or what we'll do when we graduate from here, if we'll go to different schools or whatever. But I want you to know that…no matter what happens, I love you. I'll always love you. Until I'm old and gray and until we get that stupid fish and until…forever. I don't know what I did to deserve you, but…I must have done something good."

Blaine opened his fist and let his gift fall into Kurt's pale palm. When he moved his hand away, Kurt was finally able to see what it was. It was a ring. It was a simple, thin, white gold band. There were no diamonds, no precious stones, but there was a simple inscription on the inner band.

Je t'aime, mon cher.

I love you, my dear.

Kurt's eyes welled with tears as he looked back up at Blaine, who was biting his lip in apprehension.

"Are you asking me to marry you?" Kurt asked softly.

"Not…not right now. Not today. This is a promise ring," Blaine clarified. "It's just a promise between us to stay faithful to each other. I know a lot of people identify it with celibacy but," he lowered his voice and peered up at Kurt through dark eyelashes with a grin on his face, "we both know we're not very good at that."

Kurt squeaked a small giggle and turned his eyes back to the ring.

"It's just me saying that I love you. And that I promise to love you for as long as physically possible. And that I'll always be yours. You don't…you don't have to wear it if you don't wan-"

But Kurt was already slipping it onto his ring finger on his left hand.

"Is this where it goes?" he asked quizzically.

Blaine gave a broad smile and laced their fingers together. "That can be exactly where it goes," he replied.

Blaine tugged Kurt into his lap and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's waist. They sat for a while without talking, listening to the gentle breeze in the trees and the sounds of birds. It was so picturesque, the two of them on that checkered blanket beneath that old oak tree. In that moment, things really were perfect. All they had was each other and their love and the sunshine.

"Will you wear one too?" Kurt eventually asked.

"Yeah, I got one too. I left it at home though, I didn't want to be…too hopeful."

"Have I ever given you cause to doubt that I wouldn't wear one of these? This is perfect," Kurt said, still admiring the pretty little ring on his finger.

"No," Blaine replied, pressing a quick kiss to the back of Kurt's neck. "But I didn't want to jinx it."

Kurt snorted. "Since when are you superstitious?"

"I'm usually not. But when it comes to you, I'll avoid any and all ladders, cracks, and black cats just to be sure. I'd like to keep you around for as long as possible."

"So romantic," Kurt quipped.

"I do try."

And so a tickle fight ensued. Kurt squealed in delight when Blaine dug his tickling fingers into Kurt's sides. Kurt only tried half-heartedly to pry his fingers off, but he did get away a bit. But Blaine tackled him onto the blanket, tickling at Kurt's stomach, sides, under his arms, behind his knees, and under his chin.

"Stop it, you beast!" Kurt howled in between laughs.

"Not without the magic word!"

"You never gave me the magic word!" Kurt argued, still giggling like a child. "Never once!"

"You have to figure it out for yourself!" Blaine said, attacking Kurt's sides again, covering the other boy's entire body with his own. "That's the whole point!"

"I love you!" Kurt squeaked out.

"I love you too, but that's not the magic word!"

"Gaaah!" Kurt couldn't even speak properly now.

"Still not the magic word!"

"You're…ah! Evil! Aha, stop!"

Blaine abruptly ceased his tickling attack and smiled down at Kurt's face.

"I want you to make love to me," he said out of the blue.

Kurt froze. "What, now?" he squawked.

Blaine rolled off Kurt and immediately burst into laughter. "Oh god," he said, wiping a tear from his eye. "Your face!"

"Wait, whoa no, stop. Were you serious?" Kurt asked, propping himself up on his elbow, leaning over Blaine.

"I am serious, yes, but no, I was not suggesting we do it here."

Kurt just stared down at him with wide, surprised eyes and his lips slightly parted. "You…you really want me to?"

"I really, really do," Blaine assured him with a smile, wrapping his arms around Kurt's neck to bring him down for a kiss.

"Wait, like…tonight?" Kurt asked after breaking the kiss.

"Yeah. My uh…parents are out of town again so…I figured you could stay the night."

"Oh god, I do not want to have to explain this to my father," Kurt groaned.

It turned out though, that Kurt didn't have to explain anything to his dad. He simply told him that he and Blaine wanted to celebrate their seven month anniversary a little late and so they'd be staying at Blaine's house while his parents were gone. Burt didn't even look up from the baseball game on TV and just waved his hand, saying that was fine. Blaine had dropped him off after the picnic so he could go home and 'set some things up', which made Kurt curious, but it gave him time to pack a bag, so that was fine.

Just as he was about to knock on Blaine's front door, Blaine opened it and abruptly pulled him inside.

"Get in, get in and look what I did," Blaine said, dragging him into the fancy dining room that the Andersons only used on holidays and other special occasions.

And so it seemed to Kurt that Blaine considered tonight to be a special occasion. The lights in the dining room had been dimmed and a large candelabra sat at the end of the table in between two delicate plates of roasted chicken and garlic mashed potatoes and two stemmed glasses filled with some kind of mineral water.

"You…how did you cook all of this so fast?" Kurt wondered as Blaine took his bag from him and pushed him into a chair.

"I shall never reveal my secrets," Blaine replied teasingly. "Just enjoy." He sat in the chair next to Kurt and sipped some water.

Kurt bit into a piece of chicken and moaned appreciatively. "Fucking delicious."

"I'm glad you like," Blaine said with a cocky little grin.

"You're wearing your ring," Kurt noticed. He gave a small smile when Blaine put some of the mashed potatoes on his fork and brought the utensil to Kurt's lips, who opened his mouth for the bite.

"It was the first thing I did when I got home," Blaine admitted quietly, pulling the fork away. "It made me ridiculously happy when you said you'd wear yours."

Kurt didn't say anything in response. He didn't have to say anything. They simply ate quietly in the dim light of the room, sharing little glances and sweet smiles. There was far too much food on their plates, so they weren't able to eat it all, but Blaine did run to the fridge to retrieve two chocolate covered strawberries, which they fed each other.

"You didn't have to do all this for me, you know," Kurt said as they walked up the stairs hand in hand. "You don't have to wine and dine me to convince me to fuck you."

"You're so romantic, Kurt! Stop, or my heart will melt!" Blaine called dramatically, gesturing grandly with his free hand once they'd reached the top of the stairs. He then, literally, swept Kurt up in his arms. Kurt flailed, almost causing Blaine to drop him, until he got the idea and put his arms around Blaine's neck and smiled. "I told you I wanted this to be special." He kissed Kurt's temple and pushed the door to his bedroom open with his shoulder.

Okay, so maybe he was a little over the top and a bit cheesy, Blaine would admit. But he meant what he said when he told Kurt he wanted this to be planned and special. So he'd cleaned his room to perfection that morning before meeting Kurt in the park. After dropping Kurt off at home, he'd picked up a dozen roses, the petals of which were now scattered at the foot of the bed and all over the floor. There were two candles, one on each nightstand on either side of his bed. The curtains were open and moonlight poured into the room.

"Do you like it?" Blaine asked, Kurt still in his arms.

Kurt stared up at Blaine in awe. "I love it. I wasn't expecting…but you did…"

"I don't go back on my word," Blaine said, gently settling Kurt down on the bed. He'd already turned down the comforter and the sheets.

Blaine pulled away and slowly began removing his clothing, piece by piece while Kurt watched. When he was down to his boxers, he peeled those away slowest of all, to reveal his cock which was already half hard at the thought of what they were going to be doing tonight. Kurt still lay there, propped up on his elbows, staring.

"I've never seen anyone look so beautiful naked," Kurt whispered into the candlelit room.

"You obviously haven't had a good look at yourself then," Blaine replied in a low voice as he walked back over to Kurt. Kurt simply stared until Blaine began unbuttoning his vest, so he sat up to allow his boyfriend to undress him. Soon enough, they were both completely naked and Blaine urged Kurt to the center of the bed and let him rest his head on the pillows. "I love you."

"I love you," Kurt said, never as sure of the phrase as he was in that very moment.

Blaine leaned down to kiss Kurt hard on the lips, groaning when Kurt immediately dragged his hands down Blaine's back to cup his ass and effectively bring their hips closer. Blaine thrust his now very hard cock against Kurt's, causing him to gasp into the kiss. Despite the atmosphere, they weren't being very gentle at all. They both wanted this and they both wanted this now. Their kisses were rough and Blaine bit hard on Kurt's neck, sure to leave bruises in the morning, but the sounds Kurt began making just spurred him on. He brought his mouth up to Kurt's ear to do that tongue thing he seemed to like so much, licking and breathing, Kurt squirming with need beneath him.

"I want…guh…oh fuck…I want to watch you finger yourself," Kurt breathed harshly. "Please I want to watch…"

"Do you, now?" Blaine whispered against Kurt's ear, reaching a hand between them to brush a thumb over the pale boy's nipple.

"Yes, god…yes…"

"I think I can acquiesce to that request," Blaine decided.

Kurt paused. "Really? A Pirates of the Caribbean reference? Right now?"

"Shut up, it sounded sexy in my head," Blaine said, reaching over to grab the lube.

Kurt snorted in response. "It was. Slightly. Maybe you should think these things through before you open – AH!"

Blaine took Kurt's cock into his firm grip, stroking hard. "You were saying?"

"NothingIwasn'tsayinganythingpleasedon'tstop."

"But I thought you wanted to watch me stretch myself for you," Blaine said directly into Kurt's ear again.

Kurt melted, his body going lax on the bed at the tone of his boyfriend's voice. "Oh god…"

"Don't you?" Blaine prompted, darting his tongue out to lick at Kurt's earlobe, the boy's cock still in his hand while with his other thumb he popped open the cap of the lubricant.

"Yes," Kurt sighed heavily. "Yes I want to watch."

Blaine sat up after one last kiss to Kurt's cheek and pulled his hand off of Kurt's erection, hearing him moan at the loss.

"Trust me," Blaine promised while he smothered his fingers with lube, "my hand will be nothing compared to how it'll feel when you're inside me."

"Ohmygod, you can't just say things like that," Kurt whimpered, having to hold his arms up and clutch the pillows. All he wanted to do was touch, he just…he wanted…

Oh but then he stopped thinking of anything for a second because Blaine was straddling Kurt's hips, on his knees, and had his own cock in one hand while he slid a finger into himself.

"Fuck…" Blaine hissed when he began moving his finger in and out, and then quickly adding a second. "Kurt…"

But Kurt could do nothing. This was like, one of the sexiest things hands down that he'd ever had the opportunity to witness. He couldn't stop himself from blushing beet red at the sight. The only thing he knew was that his hands were restless and they were itching to feel some of the skin Blaine had on display. So he reached out his shaking hands and placed them on Blaine's hips. Blaine gasped at the sensation of Kurt's soft fingers that were trailing slowly up and down his hips, thighs, and sides. He slid a third finger inside himself.

"You have absolutely no idea how insanely hot you look right now," Kurt commented, digging his fingers into Blaine's skin and pressing hard on the jutting hipbones.

"Now," Blaine groaned loudly. "I need you inside me now…right now…"

Kurt shot his hand out to the nightstand and snatched one of the condoms he saw earlier. He fumbled with the foil wrapper but eventually got the thing out and tossed the wrapper somewhere on the floor. "I just…"

"Just like this," Blaine said, taking his fingers out of himself and clasping Kurt's wrist. He brought it down to Kurt's cock and showed him how to slowly slide the condom on. He found the bottle of lube again and slathered Kurt's covered erection with the stuff.

They had discussed this recently, about how they wanted things to go their first time. As Blaine had said before, he still wanted Kurt to top first, but Blaine decided it might be best if he were on top during the first bit, due to the 'incident' from spring. He just thought it might be best if he wasn't being held down or something like that. Kurt had quickly agreed.

"Now just…hold it like this," Blaine showed him, angling Kurt's cock so that it was up and out instead of pointed towards his stomach. Kurt nodded shakily and held himself just so while Blaine maneuvered his body and lined up his entrance properly. He crouched over Kurt as much as he could without making the angle off. "You ready?"

"Yeah," Kurt breathed, his eyes trained on Blaine's. "Yes."

Blaine kissed his forehead and lowered himself down.

Holyfuckingshit.

Blaine was…he was so fucking tight, Kurt's mind screamed. He only had the head of his cock inside, but ohmygod, he was tight. Blaine's face screwed up in pain.

"Fuck, Kurt…christ…"

He had to pause to let himself adjust to Kurt's thick width.

"Are you alright?" Kurt had to ask amidst his harsh breathing because, good god, all he really wanted to do was thrust right up into that tight heat. He kept his fingers securely on Blaine's hips, willing himself to not do just that.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm okay," Blaine assured him. He dropped his forehead to Kurt's. "Just…okay."

With that, he slowly, painfully slid all the way down onto Kurt's aching arousal. His hands were white from how tightly he was gripping the sheets, but it didn't matter because he was there, Kurt was finally there inside him. He'd kind of been dreaming about this moment for months now, so to finally have him there was abso-fucking-lutely amazing.

"Ohmygod you're so tight," Kurt released in a strangled whimper, clawing his nails down Blaine's sweaty back. "You…ohgod…"

After about a minute or so of allowing his body to become used to Kurt's size, Blaine raised himself up and slid back down again. "Fuck, you're perfect," Blaine couldn't help but say, showering Kurt's face with tiny kisses as he repeated the motion. "It's perfect…"

"I want…can I…oh god…"

"Yes," Blaine breathed harshly.

And that time, whenever Blaine rose up, Kurt met him with a thrust on his way down.

"Nngh!" Blaine groaned loudly, the sensation of Kurt so deep inside him almost too much entirely.

Holy shit, Kurt was nearly in heaven. Blaine's muscles clenched around him in an almost vice-like grip with every single thrust. Their sweat mingled together on their foreheads and Kurt pulled at Blaine's thick dark curls. Jesus, he was almost drowning in all of this heat and it didn't seem like anything was tangible enough to keep him from going under.

"C'mere," Blaine said, pulling out completely. Kurt whined, but Blaine tugged him into a sitting position and situated a pillow beneath his own hips before lying on his back, his head at the foot of the bed now.

"Shit, you look…god…" Kurt had to say. Because Blaine was just lying there with his legs spread, waiting for Kurt to be inside him again.

"Please," Blaine ground out.

Kurt gave a jerky nod of his head and covered Blaine's body with his. He reached between them and lined his cock up with Blaine's entrance and then he pushed inside, making some kind of noise in his throat while Blaine nearly shouted and instantly wrapped his legs around Kurt's waist. Such a motion effectively pulled Kurt deeper, and angled them so that Kurt's cock hit that little spot inside him.

"Kurt!" Blaine wailed, his fingernails digging into the perfect, pale skin of Kurt's shoulder blades. "Ohpleaseagain."

So Kurt did it again. He thrust slowly and deeply, watching as Blaine unraveled below him, throwing his head from one side to the other. The moonlight spilled in, throwing a romantic shadow across Blaine's face and neck and chest. Kurt did his best to keep the angle and the pace while he leaned lower so that he could suck at a spot on Blaine's neck. One of Blaine's hands swiftly move to cradle Kurt's head while the other pulled Kurt closer to him, their sweaty chests heaving against each other. Kurt could feel Blaine's chest hair scratching at his nipples and he could feel Blaine around his cock, so deep and tight and unbelievably hot. He was not going to last long at all. He could already feel his impending orgasm start to build low in his abdomen.

"So close," Blaine breathed, echoing his own thoughts. "I'm so…Kurt, god…"

Kurt decided he most definitely liked Blaine referring to him as god, just before he felt Blaine's muscles clench even tighter around his cock.

"Kurt, ohmygod," Blaine groaned loudly, pressing his lips hard against the sweaty skin of Kurt's forehead.

And holy shit, Kurt could feel Blaine's orgasm around him, squeezing at him from the inside and he felt warm spurts splash between their stomachs and fuck everything smelled like sex and sweat and Blaine and roses and he couldn't take ANY of this so he was coming too. He was coming deep inside of Blaine, riding the wave of pleasure by thrusting harshly a few more times, before collapsing into a breathless, sticky heap on top of his lover.

Lover.

Oh yeah, Kurt definitely liked that word.

They lay there, sweaty and panting and perfectly, happily, lovingly sated.

"You're amazing," Blaine whispered raggedly, nuzzling his face into Kurt's hair.

"You're…I don't…you…"

Kurt, apparently, could not form any kind of sentence, eloquent or sweet. Not after it finally hit him that, hey look at that, he'd lost his virginity to a really, really hot guy. And it was a hot guy that he was totally in love with. It was a hot guy who took his time to cook him dinner and set up rose petals and candles and he was the one being stretched and fucked tonight.

Blaine laughed a bit breathlessly at Kurt's inability to speak. But he moaned in protest when Kurt finally slid his softening cock out of his entrance. Kurt rolled over and off him. Blaine kissed his shoulder.

"I don't…think I can move again tonight," Kurt admitted, his heart still racing.

Blaine laughed again and reached a hand down to slide the condom off of Kurt's cock, tying it at the end and tossing it (hopefully, it was kind of hard to see) into the trashcan next to his nightstand.

"You laugh," Kurt said. "But you're gonna be the one walking funny tomorrow. At least if I did my job right."

Blaine snorted. "You did your job just fine," he said, standing and cringing at the already present ache in most of his muscles. He held out a hand to Kurt, who simply stared at it with unblinking eyes. "Shower?" Blaine prompted.

"I wasn't kidding when I said I didn't think I could move."

"Come on," Blaine said, laughing again, grabbing Kurt's hand and tugging him up reluctantly.

When Kurt finally had his feet on the floor, he made to stand…and then promptly fell down when his leg muscles gave way. Blaine was doubled over in laughter by this point. Kurt glared at him from his spot on the floor.

"Keep laughing. I'll crawl to the shower on my own."

And so Kurt proceeded to do exactly that.