"Kurt, it's fucking freezing. Get in this bed and keep me warm," Blaine demanded, huddled under a small mountain of blankets in his boyfriend's bed.

"In a minute, I'm almost done," Kurt said, trying to finish his nightly moisturizing routine.

Blaine shivered and pulled the blankets up to his nose. It really was cold. And that fact that Kurt's bedroom was in a freaking basement didn't exactly help matters.

"You get cold far too easily," Kurt commented, putting the caps on all of his products. He stood and went up the stairs to lock the door. Bless his father.

"No, you're just used to living in an igloo in the dead of winter and I'm used to heavily heated dorm rooms. Please, it's freezing."

"Oh fine," Kurt finally obliged, a small smile on his face. This was like a proper boyfriend sleep over. He'd have Blaine all to himself that night. And then they'd get up and Kurt would cook him breakfast and they'd have hot chocolate and watch the snow fall.

"Oh thank god," Blaine said, still shivering, as he cuddled up to his taller boyfriend. He laid his head on Kurt's shoulder and nuzzled into the warmth of his neck.

"Well you're clingy tonight," Kurt said.

"You're so warm," Blaine sighed happily. "How are you so warm?"

Kurt chuckled and wrapped his arms around the other boy, making sure the covers were up far enough, but still giving Blaine room to at least breathe properly.

"Better?"

"Mmm. Much."

Kurt kissed the top of Blaine's curly head. "I'm glad your parents let you stay over tonight."

"They really don't care much. They're very lenient."

"So I've noticed," Kurt said. "Why is that, hm? They didn't even pester you about that night before Sectionals when we accidentally fell asleep over here."

Blaine shrugged. "They knew I was with you. I've never given them much cause to worry."

"Wait, they knew you were with me so that was okay?"

"Kurt. My parents knew I was in love with you before I think even I did," Blaine said, letting his fingers slide under Kurt's shirt to feel his warm, smooth skin.

"…oh."

"Yeah," Blaine said with a small laugh. "Oh."

They laid there quietly for a few minutes, just enjoying each other's warmth and comfort. Kurt could never, ever remember feeling this…right. Except for maybe their first kiss. But this? Just being here with Blaine, his head on his shoulder and his fingers tickling his skin? This felt pretty close to perfect. He tightened his arms around the other boy and pressed his nose into his hair. That was the thing about Blaine. He always had this distinct kind of…scent. It was like…sandalwood and cinnamon and some kind of flower he couldn't exactly place. The scent always reminded him of something good or something loving. He felt like this, right here with Blaine in his arms, was exactly where he would always belong. He let his fingers slide up Blaine's arm, over his shoulder, past his neck, and tangle into his boyfriend's hair. It was so soft and curly and dark. Kurt was glad Blaine stopped using all that gel like he had at Dalton. He much preferred him like this. There was something about him looking…unkempt, he supposed, that really got to Kurt.

"I love you," he whispered softly.

Blaine cuddled closer to Kurt, if that was even possible, tilted his head, and pressed a gentle kiss to his jaw. "I love you too, Kurt."

After a few more minutes of silence, Blaine slowly lifted himself up and propped his head up on his hand. He let his other hand sneak out from under Kurt's shirt, out from under the covers, to touch Kurt's face. Kurt stared back in a form of fascination. Blaine trailed his fingers over Kurt's cheek, down to his jaw, and up to his lips. He traced the bridge of his nose, up to his forehead, and followed his hairline. Kurt's eyes fell closed and Blaine touched his eyelids lightly. He ran his thumb over the perfect arch of his eyebrows. Then he finally let his fingers gently stroke the other boy's hair back.

"What're you doing?" Kurt asked quietly.

Blaine gave small, sweet laugh. "I'm memorizing you."

"Why?"

"So that when I'm back in my bed at home, I can remember just how perfect you are. And how perfect this moment is. And how happy I am."

Kurt sighed softly and opened his eyes. "Blaine?"

"Yeah?"

"Will you kiss me?"

"Of course I will," Blaine said, his lips hovering over Kurt's. "I'll kiss you any time you ask."

He closed the few centimeters of space between them and captured Kurt's lips in a soft, gentle kiss. No matter how far they went, Kurt decided, he would probably still like kissing best of all. Blaine's lips were dry and warm against his and he moved them so slowly over Kurt's. Blaine reached his hand to the back of Kurt's neck so he could pull him closer and Kurt wound his arm around Blaine's back to grip his shoulder so he could do the same. He felt safe, protected under Blaine. He could feel the bit of stubble on his boyfriend's chin and it sort of itched but felt really nice at the same time. Blaine snaked on of his legs around Kurt's underneath the blankets. They stayed like that for what felt like hours, just kissing and holding on to each other. They had formed this perfect cocoon of warmth and love and neither was willing to stop anytime soon.

Kurt slipped his tongue out to tickle at Blaine's lips, asking for entrance.

Blaine pulled away.

"I…Kurt…"

"If you're going to say we have to stop again, I will strangle you," Kurt said, his breathing heavy.

"No I just…this isn't just what I come here for."

"What do you mean?" Kurt was actually really confused now. He let his hand slide off Blaine's shoulder and he was surprised when Blaine grabbed his hand and put it back.

"I'm not saying we have to stop. I'm just saying that this really isn't the only reason I come over to stay with you. Sex, I mean. I don't just come over here for sex."

"Oh," Kurt said. Now it all made sense. "I know that."

"You do?"

"Yes, I do. I know you don't just come over here to ravish me." Blaine snorted. Kurt continued. "I like just cuddling and being around you, too. I like it when we watch movies or we try to sing acapella harmonizations of Disney songs or when we're just sitting around doing homework. I like spending time with you. But we're here, in my bed, alone, with a lock on the door, and we're two consenting teenagers in a healthy relationship. Why shouldn't we want some sort of intimacy?"

Blaine stared at him for a minute before speaking. "Kurt Hummel, that is quite possibly the best argument for sex I've ever heard."

"I'm glad you agree. So you can keep kissing me now."

And what is one to do in a situation such as this besides giving Kurt exactly what he wants? So Blaine continued kissing him. He pushed his tongue into his boyfriend's mouth. God, Kurt thought, how can one person be so talented with their tongue? Blaine did this thing where he circled Kurt's tongue with his own and then licked his lower lip and gently took it between his teeth. They kept on like that and then Blaine pressed his thigh down where it rested between Kurt's legs. The younger boy couldn't help but thrust up into the pressure.

"How do you know how to use every appendage so well?" Kurt breathed into Blaine's mouth.

"Practice. And a lot of me fantasizing about how I can turn you on," Blaine replied, his voice having done deeper.

"You…oh," Kurt moaned when Blaine pressed against him again, "you think about that?"

"Pretty much every night."

Blaine craned his neck down and started sucking on the bit of Kurt's collarbone that his t-shirt left exposed. "I want to give you one. Will you let me?"

"Give me what?"

"A hickey."

"Oh! Uh…yes. But…not there. You can do it some place less…noticeable."

"Pick a spot," Blaine said, his voice rough.

He continued his exploration of Kurt's neck with his tongue, licking and kissing. He licked a straight line up to Kurt's ear and took the boy's earlobe in his mouth.

"Oh…wha…oh that's kind of nice..."

"I'm glad," Blaine said, straight into his ear, licking the shell of it. He gripped Kurt's hip with one of his hand and stroked at the hip bone he could feel through his thin pajama pants. "So where can I suck you?"

Oh that wasn't the phrasing Kurt was really expecting because now, combined with that sentence and the fact that Blaine was doing that breathing thing in his ear again only this time he was using his warm, wet tongue as well, Kurt's cock twitched a bit. Because really, where else would he want him to suck?

"I can't give you a hickey on your cock, Kurt, it might hurt."

"I know…I just…can't think straight when…oh god…when you're doing that thing with my ear," Kurt tried to explain in short, breathy gasps.

He seriously regretted saying anything because Blaine stopped the ear thing and pulled away completely.

"No, why'd you…please…"

"You have to tell me where, first," Blaine said with a crooked little smile.

And maybe it was just the fact that he felt Blaine's thumb pressed to his hip bone, but he put his hand over that same thumb and said, "Here. Right here."

Blaine's smile widened and he bent down once more to breathe into Kurt's ear. "Take off your shirt."

Kurt obeyed immediately and he did not see where on the floor his shirt landed. But it didn't matter because, hey, his shirt was off and Blaine had a really talented mouth and roaming hands.

"God, Kurt, you're so…so beautiful," Blaine said in between the wet kisses he was bestowing on Kurt's pale, flawless chest. "I just…god…"

Kurt really didn't know what to say to that, but he did let out a rather loud moan when Blaine tongued his nipple and brought it into his mouth and scraped his teeth around it. He'd never really thought of nipples in the sex context, he sort of thought that bit of pleasure was reserved for girls. He was glad to be wrong. Blaine paid the same attention to his other nipple, bringing it to peak. Then he moved his lips to the center of Kurt's chest and licked one straight, slow, warm line all the way down to the waistband of his pajama bottoms. And then he blew cold air along that same line which Kurt didn't think would ever be a good idea except for the fact that it felt amazing.

Blaine pressed one hand to the center of Kurt's chest while he pulled the band of the bottoms down just to the point where he could see Kurt's hip bone jutting out. He licked it once with his tongue and then, right where the hip bone went from bone hard to muscled flesh, he began sucking. He was sucking and biting and Kurt was trying not to writhe beneath him because that felt really good and he was pretty sure that Blaine could feel Kurt's erection pressing against his neck from the angle he was at. But he just kept sucking. And it was a little painful, but it was the exciting kind of painful and Kurt could do nothing but clutch at the hand Blaine had left on his chest. He'd never had anyone's mouth so close to his cock before. Ever.

Blaine finally pulled away but in his wake he had left a perfectly bruised hip bone. For some reason, the sight of it really seemed to turn Blaine on and when Kurt looked down he maybe understood why. He'd left an imprint on Kurt, claiming him as his own. And no matter what any one tried to say otherwise, people were possessive. It didn't freak Kurt out though. It was kind of…nice. He sort of liked that Blaine left that mark there. Because it would probably still be there come Monday and he'd be walking around with a bruise from Blaine's mouth on his hip.

But Blaine didn't move up to lie beside Kurt again. He kept planting little kisses below Kurt's bellybutton, all at the edge of the pajama bottoms. And Kurt knew that if Blaine didn't feel his erection pressing against his neck and jaw before, he certainly did now.

"I want to suck you off," Blaine said plainly, still kissing his stomach but turning his eyes in askance towards Kurt's.

Holy shit.

For some reason Kurt remembered that yes, Blaine was a guy, and yes, Blaine was a gay guy and gay guys liked giving blowjobs too. And Blaine wanted to give him one.

"I want you to," Kurt whispered. Because he really, really wanted him to.

Blaine smiled and kissed his stomach one last time before reaching to Kurt's side and gripping the pajama bottoms.

"Lift your hips."

Kurt obeyed and lifted his hips just enough to where Blaine could use his hands to slide them down. When they got caught on Kurt's erection, Blaine used his freaking teeth to lift them up over and down it.

Kurt started to squirm a little bit because Blaine was just sort of there…staring. He was just looking at it. The phrase 'it's not going to suck itself' suddenly made itself known in his mind but of course he wasn't going to say that out loud. Though he was starting to get a little self conscious at this point. And he was very, very hard. He could literally feel Blaine's warm breath on him and it was driving him mad.

"You're beautiful," Blaine said again.

Kurt sighed in relief when Blaine nuzzled his face into the crook of his leg. He began kissing and licking at his thigh. He felt Blaine grip his hips tightly.

"Try not to…just…try to not move too much."

"What? Wh – ohmyfuckinggod."

Kurt immediately realized the reason for Blaine's tight grip because when Blaine took him in his mouth, all he wanted to do was thrust into the warm wet cavern around him. Holy fucking oh my god, was this really happening? If he thought Blaine's hand on him was the best thing ever, he really did NOT know what was in store for him because this was fucking amazing.

Blaine was moving his mouth up and down, occasionally letting his tongue roll around the head. He pressed his tongue hard on that one little spot on the underside and Kurt almost thrust his hips up again but Blaine's firm grip held them in place. Kurt was making little noises in the back of his throat and his breath was coming in short gasps. Blaine pulled his head away and Kurt was a bit confused until Blaine licked one of his hands, really licked it, to make it slick and wrapped it around the base of Kurt's cock. But why did he – oh. OH. Blaine put his mouth around Kurt, swallowing him down as far as he could, but the bit he couldn't fit in his mouth was in his warm, slick hand. And when he began moving again his hand followed his mouth so the entirety of Kurt's cock was surrounded in wet heat. Kurt's hands instantly reached for Blaine's hair. He wasn't pushing him or pulling him but he had to have something to hold on to and right now Blaine's hair seemed like the perfect option.

This knowledge didn't come purely from practice, Kurt decided. Blaine had to be doing some kind of reading or something because this was way to fucking good. Kurt knew he wouldn't last long. Fuck he was still sixteen and a virgin and never had a blowjob before and Blaine might as well have been the expert at giving head the way he was using his tongue, his lips, and his hand.

"Blaine, I'm…I'm so close…"

He thought he should probably warn him because, hey, it really wasn't nice to come in someone's mouth the first time they gave you head. But Blaine didn't stop or pull away. He sped up his pace. His hand matched the speed of his mouth and oh god Blaine reached down with his other hand to cup his balls and that was it he was gone, he was coming, and he was coming really hard, and he was coming in Blaine Anderson's freaking mouth and there were funny colors and stars clouding his vision–

He didn't remember anything after that until he opened his eyes and Blaine wasn't between his legs anymore. He was sitting at his side and he had pulled the blankets off of Kurt and was stroking the younger boy's hair away from his face.

"I'm going to take you passing out as a compliment," Blaine said

"I pa…I PASSED OUT?" Kurt asked, truly bewildered.

Blaine laughed a little bit but he didn't stopped smoothing Kurt's hair. "For about a good forty or so seconds. Any longer and I would have had to get your dad. That would have been really awkward."

Kurt stared up at his boyfriend in shock. He had actually fainted from Blaine's blowjob. He realized that his pajama bottoms were still low on his thighs and pulled them back up to his hips.

"Yeah. It would have. And yes, I think you can take that as a compliment. However, I'm officially embarrassed."

"Don't be," Blaine said, pulling the blankets back up over them both and scooting down to lay beside Kurt. "It's kind of flattering, really."

"Yeah, to you," Kurt huffed. "To me it's…I don't even know what it is because I've never heard of anyone passing out from a blowjob before."

Blaine shrugged, turning to face Kurt again. "I've read about it happening to people, I don't think it's as uncommon as you think. Think about what an orgasm does to the body. Temperatures sky rocket, hearts beat at really unhealthy paces, muscles constrict. Don't be embarrassed. I'm just glad you enjoyed it."

So he had done his reading, Kurt thought. Sly little prick. Well, two could play at this game.

He flipped Blaine over swiftly and with more strength than he knew he had. He simultaneously tangled them up in the blankets and looked like a fumbling idiot while he managed to kick them off. But he was going to do this.

Having Blaine under him gave Kurt some odd sense of power. He crushed his lips to Blaine's and heard the other boy moan loudly and felt his arms wrap around Kurt to pull them together so that Kurt was letting his full weight rest on top of Blaine. He darted his tongue in and out of his boyfriend's mouth and pulled at his hair harshly. He thought it might have been painful for Blaine but all the other boy did was reach his hands down to grip Kurt's ass, forcing his hips into Blaine's obvious erection.

"Fuck, Kurt," Blaine said when Kurt finally released his lips, and instead moved down to his neck.

Kurt stretched the neck of Blaine's t-shirt out of the way so he could lick the salty skin there. He moved back up and nipped at the flesh right below Blaine's ear. He honestly did not know where this domineering streak was coming from but Blaine was making a lot of noises. They sounded like good noises, too. Kurt licked the shell of his ear and then dipped his tongue in slightly. Blaine dragged his fingers roughly down Kurt's back and reached under his pajamas to grab his ass again, but this time it was hands on flesh and even Kurt moaned at that. But he pulled away, straddling Blaine, and reached for the hem of his t-shirt. Blaine sat up quickly, allowing Kurt to pull it off and toss it on the floor. Kurt reached one hand around Blaine's back and the other fisted in his hair. Their lips crushed together in a bruising kiss. Kurt could feel himself getting hard again.

God, it was good to be a teenager.

Blaine was whimpering in his mouth. Kurt pulled away slightly.

"What's wrong?" Kurt said in between breaths.

"I…Kurt, please…I need you to…anything…I'm so…"

Kurt decided he liked the sound of Blaine begging him for release.

"It's okay," Kurt assured him, "I'm right here."

He urged Blaine to lie back down. He kissed him on the lips a couple more times before he moved down, kissing his way down his boyfriend's chest, letting his hands roam across the smattering of chest hair. He kissed down to the trail of dark hair that would lead him to his prize. He wanted to rip Blaine's pajama pants off but figured that might be sort of rude, so he just patted Blaine's hips and the boy lifted up in return, allowing Kurt to tug the bottoms down. But he wanted Blaine completely naked. So he tugged them all the way off and threw them somewhere unimportant.

In his haste to actually get to Blaine's cock, he had forgotten how thick he was. And how dark the hair around it was. Oh god and that cinnamon and sandalwood smell was even denser here. Kurt was practically drunk off the scent. It's now or never, Kurt thought. Whatever he lacked in experience he would sure as hell make up for in enthusiasm. He took a deep breath.

"Trust me, Kurt," Blaine said, his voice raw, "this is not going to take long."

So with those encouraging words, Kurt took his cue from Blaine and slicked up his hand with his own saliva and brought it to Blaine's cock. He began pumping it slowly. Blaine's back arched. Kurt finally let his lips wrap around Blaine, careful to let them cover his teeth. If there's one thing he knew, it was that teeth were not the answer. He let his lips slide over Blaine's length until they reached his hand. Blaine let out a string of curses above him, so he figured he must be doing something right. He adjusted his body to where he was laying flat on his stomach between Blaine's legs, his own erection pressed into the mattress. His mouth and his hand began to move up and down and, hey, this wasn't so hard. He stopped for a second so that he could lick the thick bead of pre-come from the head. Hm. Maybe…he wouldn't swallow. Not this first time. But soon.

"Grab my hair hard when you're about to come," Kurt instructed, hoping Blaine would respect his wishes.

Blaine nodded quickly and tangled one hand in Kurt's mussed hair while the other tightened in the sheets when Kurt put his mouth back on him. While he sucked Blaine, his own hips were thrusting harshly into the mattress. He began to pick up the pace, his tongue pressing firmly to the underside of Blaine's swollen cock so that every time his mouth reached the head Blaine twitched a little bit. He moved his head and hand faster. His hips, too, were thrusting harder and harder.

"Kurt…I'm…now…Kurt, Kurt…"

But Kurt continued to suck until he felt Blaine's hand twist in his hair. When he pulled away, Blaine was coming, whimpering and thrusting into the hand Kurt had left on him, coming in white spurts all over his stomach. His back was arched and his head was pressed into the pillow. God, but his boyfriend looked practically obscene. At that sight, he couldn't help but thrust a couple times more and he was coming in his pajama pants and all over the sheets at the base of his bed, his head pressed against Blaine's thigh. Blaine kept whining little things, even after his cock stopped pulsing, nonsensical things that Kurt couldn't make out. When his breathing slowed down a bit, he smiled and went into his bathroom (thank god he had one down here) and turned on the sink. When the water was warm enough, he wet a cloth and went back to Blaine. He swiped the cloth over the other boy's stomach until he was sure all evidence of their activities were wiped clean off of Blaine and tossed the cloth into his laundry basket.

Oh. He would need to do laundry tomorrow. Including his sheets because there was this really big wet spot at the bottom of the bed. But at least the blankets had been shoved off entirely, so they were unharmed. He quickly found another pair of pajamas to change into himself and found Blaine's pajama bottoms on the floor and urged Blaine into them. He had to whisper little words of encouragement to the boy just to get him to lift his hips though, so Kurt could put them back on properly. When Blaine was mostly clothed, he pulled the blankets back onto the bed, crawled back up by Blaine and pulled him into his arms. He tucked the covers around them and kissed the top of his boyfriend's head.

"I love you, Blaine," Kurt said quietly.

"…ove you, Kurt," Blaine said before sleep overcame him.

Yeah. Tonight was a really good night.

The next morning, when Kurt woke up, the house was silent. This was exactly why he had wanted Blaine to stay the night last night. His dad would be at the shop all day, Carole was out with a few friends, and Rachel had a date planned for Finn for the entire day. No one was around. It was just him and Blaine. Kurt rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. Blaine had one arm under the pillow Kurt's head was on and his other arm was thrown over Kurt's waist. Blaine began nuzzling Kurt's neck when he felt him stir. Kurt turned himself over in Blaine's arms and planted a soft kiss on the other boy's curly head.

"Morning," he said quietly.

"I'm starving," Blaine groaned, opening his sleepy eyes. "Do you have food?"

"You're not a morning person at all, are you?"

"No. If I had my way, I'd sleep until noon every single day."

"But then you'd waste half your day," Kurt pointed out.

"But I'd get to sleep. And sleep is nice. I like sleep," Blaine grumbled, pulling Kurt closer.

"I know. If you let me go though, I can make you breakfast while you sleep for a little bit longer."

"Okay."

But Blaine didn't let go. He just fell right back to sleep. Kurt snorted and disentangled himself from the sleeping boy. He saw Blaine's hooded sweatshirt on his sofa and pulled it on. Oh, and it smelled like him too. He brought it up to his nose and just breathed in his boyfriend's unique scent. That was really nice.

An hour later, the dining room table was covered with plates of waffles (not the healthiest, but this seemed like some sort of special occasion), toasted bagels, fresh cut fruit, crepes made from scratch, and various jellies and cream cheeses and other condiments. He didn't really know what kind of breakfast food Blaine liked so he just put out everything. Coffee was brewing and there were two large glasses of orange juice and he'd make hot chocolate later. This day was going to be perfect, damnit.

Kurt went back downstairs to his bedroom. Instead of actually seeing Blaine in his bed, all he saw was a dark, curly head sticking out from under a mound of covers. He sat on the edge of the bed and peeled the blankets away from Blaine's face.

"Breakfast is ready," he said.

"But it's so cold," Blaine replied, opening his weary eyes. He squinted. "Is that my hoodie?"

"Oh," Kurt blushed. "Yeah. I…you can have it back. It was just the first thing I saw, so I…just threw it on."

"No," Blaine said immediately, a small smile creeping onto his face. "It looks cute on you." He reached out an arm and tugged on the drawstrings at the top, effectively pulling Kurt towards him. "I like it."

Blaine tried to kiss him but Kurt put a hand on his shoulder. "I've got morning breath."

"So do I. I don't care. Just kiss me. Please?"

And how could Kurt say no to a simple kiss when Blaine was staring up at him with those glassy hazel eyes and this adorable pout? So he gave in. Really, the morning breath thing wasn't that bad. Blaine still tasted like Blaine and he loved it.

"So what's for breakfast?" Blaine asked when the broke apart. He reached his arms above his head and stretched, making this fucking cute as hell noise as he did so.

Kurt smiled. But then he remembered that Blaine wasn't wearing a shirt and while he was stretching, his legs were pulling the blankets down and Kurt could see the taught expanse of Blaine's chest. For some reason, the bit of chest hair the other boy had just…did things to him.

"Enjoying the view?" Blaine quipped.

"Oh. I…sorry," Kurt apologized, turning away to play with the sleeves of his sweatshirt.

"You don't have to be sorry. I like it when you look at me."

"You…do?"

"Yeah. It makes me feel…I don't know. Wanted, I guess. It reminds me that you like the way I look and that's really flattering."

"Oh. O-okay. That's good." Kurt blushed.

Blaine put a hand on one of Kurt's thighs. "You were amazing last night. I know I didn't get a chance to tell you since I fell asleep, but you were. You didn't have to do that for me just because I did for you."

Kurt shrugged. "I…actually liked doing it. A lot. So…yeah."

Blaine smiled. "You're being all shy and cute. You don't have to be shy." He sat up and ruffled his hair. "I think we can both agree that it was a really good night."

"Yeah," Kurt said, blushing even more, if that was physically possible. He lifted his eyes to meet Blaine's. "It was really, really good."

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," Blaine said softly. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to Kurt's forehead. "So, do you have a sweatshirt of yours that I can wear? I doubt I'll look as adorable as you, but it's really fucking cold."

"Oh, yeah." Kurt rushed over to his dresser and pulled out a grey sweatshirt with the McKinley High logo. "It's the only one I have. I thought it would shrink when I washed it but it never did, so it's kind of big on me so I don't wear it often," Kurt explained, "but…here." He handed it to Blaine.

Blaine shrugged the hoodie on and immediately brought it up to his nose. He closed his eyes and breathed in. "It smells like you," he whispered. Kurt's heart did this little flip flop thing because he had done the exact same thing to Blaine's sweatshirt. "Thank you."

Breakfast was perfect, just like Kurt had hoped. Blaine was impressed with the huge selection of food Kurt had prepared. They ate together in silence, but it wasn't one of those awkward silences. It was one of those comfortable silences where you're just really happy with your company and you don't need to say anything because it's like you're both thinking the same thing anyway so why talk and ruin it. They drank their orange juice and every time one of them sipped their coffee, they'd end up sharing little looks over the rim and then they'd smile and put the cup down and laugh softly.

After breakfast, they took turns showering but when Kurt walked out of the shower in jeans, a button up shirt, and this really fancy vest, Blaine pushed him back into the bathroom with strict instructions to change back into his pajamas and the hoodie. 'Because that's what you do on a lazy, snowy day like this, Kurt. You sit around in your pajamas and you drink hot cocoa and you sit by the fire. And we're going to cuddle and watch movies all day.'

Quite reluctantly, Kurt did as Blaine asked and changed. When he came back out, Blaine was no where to be found. He went upstairs and found him in the kitchen.

"What're you doing?" Kurt asked.

"Making hot cocoa, of course," Blaine replied, as if it were obvious.

Okay, so maybe it was obvious, considering the necessities for hot cocoa were scattered over the countertop.

"No! I'm supposed to make the hot cocoa! It was part of my plan!" Kurt protested, attempting to pry the mug out of Blaine's hands.

"Whoa! No!" Blaine said, pulling away.

"But I-"

"Kurt. There's not a girl in this relationship. You don't have to feel obligated to cook me things and bring me things and clean up after me or any of that."

"I'm not-"

"No. No arguments. Go pick out a movie and sit in the living room. You made breakfast. I'll make the cocoa. That's that."

Kurt huffed and stomped off. He just wanted it to be perfect! Why wouldn't Blaine let him do this one little thing? It wasn't a big deal, he could make cocoa just as well as the next person. And he wasn't asking to be the girl. He grabbed the first movie he saw, tossed it on the coffee table, and threw himself onto the sofa. Blaine walked in a few minutes later with two steaming mugs of hot cocoa. When he sat them on the table, he picked up the DVD.

"Oh…we're watching the Green Mile?"

"What?" Kurt snapped.

"Uh…the Green Mile. That's what you picked out. Kind of sad isn't it?"

"Oh. So now I'm not allowed to pick the movie either? Are my movie picking skills not up to par, just like my hot cocoa making skills aren't?"

"Kurt. You're being petulant."

Kurt didn't say anything, he just crossed his arms. Blaine sighed and sat next to Kurt, attempting to take hold of one of his hands but Kurt wouldn't let him.

"You can either act like a two year old while I act like the father, or you can act like a sensible person and tell me what the hell your problem is," Blaine said.

"You wouldn't let me make the cocoa! That's what my problem is!"

Blaine had to press his lips together very tightly to keep from laughing. "Are you serious right now?"

"I'm perfectly serious! I had a plan, Blaine. Cook you breakfast, make you cocoa, make sure we were warm on the sofa. I was going to be the one to get up and change the movie every time another one finished. I was going to take care of you all day!"

Blaine's features softened. Kurt thought maybe he had said something wrong because now Blaine looked kind of sad. That wasn't what he wanted. This day wasn't going perfectly at all.

"Why did you want to take care of me?"

"Because I just wanted to, okay?"

Blaine moved closer to Kurt. Kurt scooted back farther. They kept at this little game until Kurt was pressed firmly up against the arm of the sofa and had no where to go when Blaine put his hand on Kurt's thigh.

"Kurt. I don't need to be taken care of."

Kurt sighed and looked down in defeat, pretending like he was picking lint off Blaine's hoodie.

"You took care of me, though," he admitted softly.

"When?" Blaine asked, cocking his head to the side.

"When all that Karofsky stuff happened. When we met. For weeks you were just there for me. You listened to me cry and you took me out to lunch and for coffee and you always knew the right thing to say."

This time, when Blaine took both of Kurt's hands in his own, Kurt didn't try to pull away.

"Oh, Kurt. I…I was just being a decent person. I mean," Blaine gave a small laugh, "so yeah, I might have had a few ulterior motives because you were really cute and I was starting to like you a lot, but…it wasn't about…taking care of you. I just wanted to be there for you. Everyone deserves to have someone like that. You don't need to repay me for something like that by cooking me food and making me a lazy bum for a day."

"But I want to. I feel like…like I have to."

"But baby, you don't," Blaine said firmly.

Kurt raised his head. It was the first time Blaine had used that term of endearment. He'd been alone for so long and he never, ever thought he'd hear someone say that to him, especially not his first boyfriend. Tears began to well in his eyes and he couldn't stop them from falling. Oh god, now he really felt like a girl. He didn't realize he felt so…fragile.

Blaine made this sad little noise and instantly pulled Kurt into his lap and against his chest.

"I'm sorry. I keep forgetting sometimes that I'm your first boyfriend and you're not used to so much affection," he said. 'And I hate that,' Blaine thought. 'You deserve so much love and kindness and you deserve to be cared for and held and kissed.'

"I just-" Kurt sniffled "-just wanted today to be perfect."

"Kurt, just being here with you is perfect. It's warm inside and we're here together and there's snow falling and Christmas is almost here. Does it really matter who makes the hot cocoa or who gets up to change the DVD?"

Kurt huddled closer into Blaine's chest. "N-no, I guess not."

Blaine tightened his arms around Kurt and pressed his cheek into the other boy's hair. "No, it doesn't. Now, I'm going to pick out another movie. Because I really don't want to watch the Green Mile. It always makes me cry. Or we could pick one out together."

Kurt sniffled one more time before pulling away and wiping at his eyes. "No, it's okay. You can pick it out."

Blaine smiled and touched Kurt's nose. "Good. Because I could have sworn the last time I was here that I saw Mulan on that shelf."

The day ended up going even better than Kurt could have ever expected. They watched Disney movies all day, Blaine made sure their cocoa mugs were never empty, and they even had a small marshmallow war (which Kurt refused to believe he lost). Some time around three they fell asleep spooned together on the sofa (Kurt insisted that Blaine be the little spoon this time; Blaine did not protest at all). So when Carole came home from being out with her friends and she saw them sleeping peacefully under a fleece throw blanket on the sofa, she smiled and backed out the house quietly, deciding to go and have coffee with her sister instead.

At around four fifteen their movie marathon continued. They were in the middle of The Hunchback of Notre Dame when Finn and Rachel walked in.

"I'm not saying Rush is a bad band, Finn, I just don't think they have the same quality musical talent as – oh! Hi Kurt! Hi Blaine!" Rachel said upon walking into the house, seeing them leaning against the arm of the sofa, Kurt pressed against Blaine's chest.

"Hi Rachel," Blaine greeted happily before turning back to the TV.

Finn stood behind Rachel, towering over her and looking kind of awkward. "Uh…sorry for…uh…should we go?"

"Finn, we're just watching a movie. You can sit down and watch it too if you want," Kurt said. Jesus, he walks in on us making out one time and now he thinks that's all we do. He turned back to watch the movie. "Oh, there's left over waffles and crepes in the kitchen if you want some."

Finn perked up. "Waffles? Sweet." He abandoned Rachel in his search for food so she just sat down in the recliner next to the sofa.

"Oh, I haven't seen this movie in years!" Rachel said excitedly.

"Mhmm," Kurt replied offhandedly. Thought it wasn't really a reply because he was too focused on Blaine's hand stroking through his hair. They were nice and warm here under the fleece blanket and Blaine's hand that wasn't in his hair was wrapped around his waist, holding him closely.

Rachel watched the couple with a perceptive eye. They were so at ease with each other, so happy. It made her heart melt a little. She couldn't help it, really. Having two gay fathers had that effect for some reason. Whenever she saw two boys or two men in love, her heart went out for them. She hoped Blaine and Kurt were always happy. She hoped they grew up and got married somewhere and got a little house and maybe a puppy or a kitten. She would always be a surrogate for them if they asked, she decided. She nodded to herself, proud of her open-mindedness.

"You guys make a really cute couple," was all she said out loud, her voice barely audible over the sound of the music from the movie.

Blaine and Kurt smiled at the girl. Rachel Berry was growing on him, Kurt thought. That was a scary thought.

"So do you and Finn," Blaine offered.

"I think so too," she said, smiling proudly.

Finn returned, dragging a chair from the table to place next to Rachel's so he could have a place to sit. Not long after, Burt walked through the door and greeted everyone, excusing himself so he could take a shower and wash off the daily grind, as he called it. Rachel's dads wanted her home at six so Finn left to take her home. The movie ended and Blaine stopped the DVD.

"I guess I should leave, too," he said quietly. "I promised my mom I'd be home for dinner tonight."

"I wish we could stay like this forever," Kurt admitted.

"That's an awful idea," Blaine said. "I'd have to pee eventually."

Kurt elbowed him. "Ow!" Blaine laughed. "I know what you mean." He wrapped both of his arms around Kurt. "But I'll see you on Monday."

"I know."

Kurt helped Blaine find any of his clothes that were scattered about in his room. He was about to take off Blaine's hoodie and give it back to him but Blaine stopped him.

"No, keep it. At least for a while, it is my favorite. But you should wear it to school next week."

"Blaine Anderson, if you really think that I would stoop so low as to wear a sweatshirt out in public, you really do not know me at all," Kurt said immediately. "However, I will keep it. For a while. If that's okay."

"I was just saying," Blaine said, hefting his overnight bag onto his shoulder. "You look really good in it."

"I will accept your compliment. Now get out of my house before I chain you to my bed and keep you forever. I don't want to have to explain that to your parents, no matter how lenient they are."

Blaine laughed and took Kurt's hand. "Fair enough. I don't think I could pull off the BDSM look anyway."

"Who said anything about BDSM?" Kurt said as they walked up the stairs. "I'd totally dress you up at Johnny Depp as seen in Pirates of the Caribbean."

"Got a thing for pirates, have you?" Blaine asked when they reached the door.

"Only when Johnny Depp is playing one."

"Touche."

Kurt stood by the door, not wanting to let go of Blaine's hand. They really did have a perfect day. He was sad to think about it ending.

"I'll call you tonight," Blaine promised, leaning into Kurt.

"Okay," Kurt whispered.

"I love you," Blaine said softly, a genuine smile on his face.

"I love you too," Kurt replied.

They shared a gentle kiss and then Blaine was gone, out the door, in his car, and pulling out of Kurt's driveway. Sometimes he really hated that Blaine was so damn perfect. It always made saying goodbye really, really hard.