Christmas came and went rather quickly that year. Sadly, Kurt did not get to spend Christmas with Blaine because Blaine's parents already had plans for their family to go Paris over the break. 'I tried to get them to invite you, but the trip was planned so long ago and the flights were booked,' Blaine explained. 'I really wanted you to come with me.' But that was okay because it would be Kurt's first Christmas with Finn and Carole. So Kurt and Blaine didn't end up exchanging gifts until the day Blaine got back from his trip.

"Here," Blaine said while they sat on the small sofa in his room. He handed Kurt a small rectangular box. "This isn't your Christmas present, this is just something I found in a shop and I thought you might like it."

Kurt smiled and took the box. "You didn't have to do that, Blaine."

"I know," Blaine shrugged. "But I wanted to anyway."

Kurt took the lid off the box and set it aside. Inside was a beautiful little pendant of the Eiffel Tower on a silver chain.

Kurt smiled. "You know my love for France far too well."

"You like it then?"

"Of course I like it! Here, put it on me." Kurt undid the clasp and held it up. He turned around and Blain took the chain, hooking it around Kurt's neck. Kurt put a hand on top of the pendant. "I love it. Thank you."

"I'm glad you like it," Blaine whispered, kissing the other boy's cheek. He stood up. "Now this," he said, moving to his closet to pull out a much larger box wrapped in Christmas paper, "is your real present."

Kurt stared at the size of the box in awe. "What did-"

"This needs a disclaimer though. I have a feeling you're really going to like it. BUT. You cannot ask me how much it cost and you cannot tell me that I shouldn't have bought it for you. I'm going to say right now that money was not an issue. I won't take it back. Well, I can't take it back. Since I got it in France."

Kurt raised his eyebrow. What the hell was in this box?

"You have to promise," Blaine said, "to not worry about the cost."

"I…well…okay then."

"Promise."

"Okay, I promise!" Kurt finally agreed.

"Good," Blaine smiled, "now open it."

Kurt flipped the box over. He refused to rip into it like some child. He tore the ends and slid his finger under the wrapping paper, successfully dislodging all the tape, and set the paper aside. He flipped the box back over.

There, black on white, was a giant Chanel logo. Kurt's eyes widened.

"Blaine, wha-"

"Ah!" Blaine held up his hand. "Just open it."

Kurt bit his lip and lifted the lid off, setting it on the ground tentatively, as though the box itself was some ancient relic. He pulled back the tissue paper.

Inside was a brand new black Chanel peacoat. Kurt's jaw dropped. He quickly looked back at Blaine, his eyes as wide as saucers.

"You…I…but…"

He couldn't form coherent sentences at all. He knew how much a coat like this cost. He'd seen this jacket on the runway for this season's collection. He didn't deserve something like this, it was too much. But Blaine had made him promise not to mention the price or try to…un-gift it. He felt so wrong just sitting there and saying thank you, acting like he deserved something like this.

"Blaine, I…I don't know what to…" Kurt's eyes started filling with tears. He seriously hated how easily Blaine could make him cry.

Blaine bent down to sit next to Kurt, an unsure smile on his face. "So…do you like it?"

"I…OF COURSE I LIKE IT!" Kurt immediately put his gift on the ground and tackled Blaine, hugging him tightly. "I love it!"

"Oh, that's good!" Blaine said, laughing a little, his arms stretched around his boyfriend. "Because for a minute I was afraid I'd done something really wrong."

"No," Kurt whispered, nuzzling his face into Blaine's neck. Blaine could feel the tears on Kurt's eyelashes. "You couldn't do any wrong by me."

Blaine kissed the top of Kurt's head. "I'm glad you like it," he replied softly. "But now I'd like to see it on you."

"Okay," Kurt nodded, standing up. He took the jacket out of the box, holding it gingerly. "I'm afraid I'm going to do something really stupid and ruin it," he admitted.

"Oh please," Blaine said. "It's just a coat." He took it out of Kurt's hands and stood behind him, holding it open and waiting for Kurt to put his arms in. "Kurt. Arms?"

"Are you sure-"

"Kurt! Put this jacket on or I will toss it in the next clothing donation my mother organizes!"

Kurt immediately slid his arms into the jacket. Blaine adjusted it on his shoulders and came around front to button it up.

"It fits you perfectly," Blaine said with a smile, urging Kurt to his closet door where he had a full length mirror. "Look."

Blaine was right. Kurt turned from side to side, admiring just how well it did fit him. It was chic and classy and just wonderful.

"Thank you, Blaine," Kurt finally said after a few seconds of staring at himself in the mirror.

"You're very welcome," Blaine said, grinning broadly.

Kurt took the coat off and reverently placed it back in the box, making sure the lid was on too.

"I feel like my present will never even compare to yours," Kurt admitted.

"Kurt," Blaine said immediately, "you could give me one of those pictures made out of macaroni and glue and I'd cherish the damn thing."

Kurt snorted in response to that. "I'm glad. I think. But no, it isn't anything macaroni related." He walked over to his bag and pulled out a simple envelope with Blaine's name on it, handing to the other boy. "Merry Christmas."

Blaine threw himself onto his sofa. However, he did not have the same restraint as Kurt when it came to gifts so he ripped open the envelope and tossed it aside quickly. He stopped.

"Are these…"

"I know how much you love RENT, and there's going to be a production of it in Columbus in late February. I got you two tickets. I…figured we'd go together but…if you wanted to invite someone el-"

"Kurt, you're the best!" Blaine shouted, rushing over to Kurt and hugging him so hard that Kurt almost had the wind knocked out of him. "And of course I'm going with you! Stay right there, I have to go tell my mom! MOM!"

Blaine rushed out of the room, leaving behind a very stunned Kurt. Well. Perhaps he didn't do so badly after all.

"I can't pick you up, Blaine, my dad needs me to drop something off at the post office," Kurt said into his phone as he climbed into his car. Today was their first day back at school since winter break.

"But we always ride together," Blaine said on the other end of the line.

"Blaine Anderson, you sound like a child."

"I learned from the best."

"Are you calling me a child?" Kurt asked.

"Do I need to bring up the hot cocoa incident again?"

"That's just low."

"So now we're even," Blaine said.

"Blaine, I really do have to do this. I won't have time to come and get you."

Blaine faked a put upon sigh. "Fine! I guess I'll just drive myself and be alone the entire ride."

"I'm sure you'll live."

"If I don't, you will have to take full responsibility for my untimely death."

"Oh, I will."

"Love you, Kurt."

"Love you too. See you at school."

They hung up and Kurt tossed his phone in his passenger seat. Okay, so maybe it was a bad thing to do, lying to his boyfriend like that. But he just couldn't pick him up this morning. He had to surprise him! He decided that, no, he would not be wearing his brand new Chanel coat because he really was afraid of something happening to it. Despite things going well at school, bullying-wise, you never really knew for sure if a slushie would come or not. But he was wearing something else, something Blaine wouldn't be expecting at all. He stopped at Starbucks, needing to kill time to make sure Blaine got to school first, and sat down at a table inside to enjoy his croissant and latte. He really didn't know why he was so insistent upon this playing out this way, but he really just wanted Blaine to get there first. As soon as he finished his breakfast, he received a text.

From: Blaine

You're not here yet :(

Kurt smiled.

To: Blaine

This I know. I got a late start this morning, I'll be there soon.

He slid his phone into his pocket, ordered another latte, and then he was on his way to school. When he parked and he was finally inside, he saw Blaine standing by his locker having a chat with Mercedes. When Mercedes caught site of him, he put his finger to her mouth, the universal signal for 'shut up, I'm trying to sneak up on someone here', and she turned her eyes back to Blaine. Kurt snuck up right behind his boyfriend, careful with the latte in one hand, and grabbed him around the waist with the other.

The noise Blaine emitted sounded almost girlish, but really more close to something completely NOT human. Not to mention he jumped like, ten feet in the air.

"OH MY GOD, WHA – Kurt?"

Kurt grinned proudly. "That would be me."

"You scared the shit out of-" Blaine paused midsentence when he saw exactly what Kurt was wearing. "Is that my hoodie?"

"It is."

"But you said you'd never wear it public!"

"I know what I said. Here, I come bearing coffee," Kurt said, holding the cup out to Blaine.

Blaine stared but did not immediately take the cup.

"Did you break him?" Mercedes asked, truly bewildered by what was going on.

"I think I did. Blaine!"

Blaine snapped out of his reverie and looked at Kurt.

"But you said-"

"I know what I said."

"You look so adora-"

"Which is why I wore it, now would you please take your latte?" Kurt asked, having to physically grab Blaine's hand and put it around the cup. "Got it?"

"I – yes," Blaine said, shaking his head and taking the latte. "Thank you."

"Did he really just have a break with reality because he saw you in his sweatshirt?" Mercedes wondered.

"I didn't have a break with reality, woman," Blaine denied. "I was just surprised."

"Uh huh," Mercedes said, a knowing smile on her face. "Oh! Anthony's over there, I'm gonna go talk to him. See you boys in class."

When she was gone, Blaine put his free arm around Kurt's waist and pulled him close so he could speak quietly. "You look really cute."

"Thank you," Kurt blushed. "I only did it because you mentioned it before. And I decided not to wear the coat you got me for Christmas because I really don't want it to get ruined."

"I know," Blaine said, pressing a kiss to Kurt's cheek. "I think I might like you better in my hoodie anyway."

Kurt smiled.

From down the hall, Dave Karofsky frowned, shoved the nearest freshman, and walked away.

The rest of the day went particularly well. Glee Club just seemed like one big party. All the girls were showing off the latest additions to their wardrobes that they acquired as Christmas gifts and all the guys were telling each other about their newest video games. Kurt and Blaine walked into the room, hand in hand, and sat down in their usual seats.

"What about you, Kurt, what did Blaine get you for Christmas?" Rachel asked.

"Oh…just…this thing."

"Are you wearing a sweatshirt?" Quinn asked, her eyes wide. "I never thought I'd see you in a sweatshirt at school."

"But it's Blaine's sweatshirt," quipped Mercedes, giving Kurt a little pat on the head.

"You gave Kurt your own clothes for Christmas?" Santana asked. "That's weird."

"No, he's borrowing my sweatshirt. For Christmas I bought him a coat. And I brought him a necklace from Paris. Show them, Kurt," Blaine urged.

Kurt blushed and fished the pendant out from under the hoodie to show it off.

"Oh it's pretty," Brittany said. "And it kind of sparkles. I like sparkles. My cat's name is Sparkles. He's the one who read my diary."

Since everyone was quite used to Brittany's odd statements, they just kind of glossed over that last bit.

"And it's from Paris?" Tina asked.

"Yeah," Kurt said quietly, tucking the necklace back in so that he could feel its cool touch against his skin.

"And you got him a coat?" Quinn wondered. "Was that from Paris, too?"

"Yes, it was," Blaine answered. "Kurt didn't want to wear it to school though. He's terrified of getting it ruined. He was ridiculously reluctant to even try it on when I gave it to him."

"Why?" asked Tina.

Blaine glanced at Kurt, who was still blushing. "It was on the pricey side," he finally said.

"It's a brand new Chanel coat," Kurt admitted. "You do not give yourself enough credit, Blaine."

"It's just a coat, though."

"It's just a coat to you, someone who has enough money to just drop on something like that."

"I told you that money wasn't an issue. It was barely a dent in my savings account. And I also told you that you're not allowed to complain about how much it cost. It was my gift to you, that's all," Blaine stated adamantly.

"You're ridiculous," Kurt huffed.

"And so are you," Blaine said, leaning in to kiss Kurt's temple.

"You bought the boy a Chanel coat for Christmas?" Mercedes asked in awe. "You've only been dating for what, like two months and you bought him a high-class designer coat?"

"I knew he'd like it, I had the money, I was in freaking Paris, so I bought it," Blaine said defensively. "It's really not that big of a deal."

"So says private school boy," Santana said. "You probably just bought it so little Kurty would put out."

Blaine stopped dead and turned to face her.

"You know, Santana, you've had a problem with me since the very first day. I'm sorry that I blew you off, but I am gay and there's really nothing that's going to change that. Just because I'm one of the few guys you didn't get to screw does not mean you need to be such a bitch to me," Blaine said, his voice getting louder with every sentence. "And for the record, Kurt is my boyfriend, and if I want to spend money on him, I will. Yes, I attended a private school, and yes, my parents come from money, but that doesn't make me any better or worse than anyone in this room." He turned to Kurt. "I love you. And I knew you'd love the gift. That's why I bought it. I didn't buy it to try and impress you or anyone else. And I most certainly," he glared at Santana, "didn't buy it to get into your pants."

Everyone in the room was silent. No one, not even Kurt had ever heard Blaine get so defensive before. He really hadn't given much thought to Blaine's family's wealth up until this point, even when he got the coat. He didn't realize Blaine could get so…angry over something like this.

"I-I know, Blaine," Kurt assured, holding both his hands now. "I would have loved a macaroni picture, too."

A small smile reached Blaine's lips. "Me too".

"I don't know if that's gay code for something," came Santana's voice again, "but we both know the boy's not putting out. He probably doesn't even know how to suck cock."

Kurt's eyes grew larger in disbelief. So did everyone else's. All eyes were on Blaine. What was her problem anyway?

For about two seconds, Blaine turned away from her, but then he stood up and turned back around.

"Alright, princess. I'm going to start with the fact that every sentence that just came out of your mouth was inappropriate and offensive," he said.

Uh oh, Kurt thought. Where the hell is Mr. Schuester when you need him?

"And how in the fucking hell would you know anything about Kurt's sex life, much less mine? I may have only had two boyfriends before Kurt, and let me just say that I'm not sure if you've even had a boyfriend who wasn't just a fuck buddy, but I've had plenty of sex."

"Sure you have, baby," Santana said, standing up as well. "Lots of gay, gay, gay sex." She walked down the risers to stand in front of him.

"The best kind," Blaine said with a malicious grin. He lowered his voice. "And let me tell you, Kurt knows exactly what he's doing when it comes to our private life. If you suck cock even half as good as he can, no wonder your reputation is what it is."

All eyes turned to Kurt, who was now a violent shade of red, and then back to Santana, who suddenly brought her arm up to slap Blaine. But despite what anyone thought of Blaine, he was still a man. He grabbed her arm and bent it back down to her side.

"I may be gay, darling, but I did take boxing lessons at Dalton and I know exactly how to defend myself. And if you try to hit me again, I'll rip your pretty little pony tail right off your head. If you say one more word against Kurt, me, or our lifestyle, including our sexual activities, I have enough money to hire someone to beat you black and blue. Are we on the same page, yet?"

Santana gave him one last evil glare and stepped back. He released her hand.

Mr. Schuester walked in.

"Sorry I'm late guys, I had to – whoa." The tension in the air was almost tangible.

Santana turned and ran out of the room, crying softly.

"Santana, what – guys, what happened?"

Blaine turned to their teacher. "If you'll excuse me?" Without waiting for an answer, the boy walked calmly out of the room and turned the corner.

Quinn cleared her throat. "Kurt, maybe you should-"

"Yeah. I'm going." Without saying anything to Mr. Schue, Kurt left and looked in the direction he'd seen Blaine walk. He saw his boyfriend's form disappear into the men's bathroom. He walked quickly down the hall and when he opened the door quietly, he saw one stall door closed and heard the unmistakable sound of retching. Kurt bit his lip, unsure whether he should say anything or not, but he finally decided to make his presence known.

"Blaine?" he asked aloud.

In between the sounds of vomiting, he heard Blaine's voice. "Give me a minute, Kurt. Just…please-" but the boy kept emptying the contents of his stomach until it seemed like there was literally nothing left. Five more minutes later, Kurt heard the toilet flush and Blaine walked out. Oh god, but he looked awful. Kurt didn't know what to say.

Blaine just put the back of his hand to his forehead to wipe away a bit of sweat and looked up at Kurt, his eyes watery.

"I don't-"

"Hush," Kurt said instantly, walking up to Blaine. He slid his hands through the other boy's hair once and then moved away to get a few paper towels from the dispenser. He folded them, turned on one of the faucets, and let them soak in cold water. He turned back to Blaine and brought the dampened towels to his boyfriend's face and wiped away the bit of sick still on his chin. He cleaned the rest of his face before wetting a few more towels and pressing them to Blaine's forehead. "This will make you feel better."

Blaine gave a shaky nod and took the soaked paper towels from Kurt to hold them in place while he bent over a sink and turned on the water so that he could rinse his mouth out thoroughly. Kurt just stood in silence, rubbing Blaine's back with his hand. He didn't know how to start the conversation that they obviously needed to have.

Blaine straightened up and looked at himself in the mirror for a long while. He patted his forehead once more and threw the paper towels in the trash.

"I don't want to know what you think of me now," he admitted to Kurt, his back to him.

"I think I've never had someone stand up and defend me so ardently before," Kurt said seriously.

"She was baiting me, I shouldn't have said anything."

"If you didn't, I would have," Kurt assured him. "I don't know what her problem is."

"She's jealous," Blaine said instantly, turning back to Kurt.

Kurt brows furrowed in confusion. "Twenty minutes ago you didn't seem to know what her problem was."

"I've had twenty minutes to think about. In between thinking about what a horrible person I am for saying all of those awful things to her. And for saying what I said about…you."

"I don't care what you said about me," Kurt said immediately. "I'm pretty sure they'd figure out we were intimate at some point. News travels fast. Especially when Finn's your brother and Rachel-Can't-Keep-A-Secret is his girlfriend. And you are not a horrible person. Don't even think that for one second.

Blaine gave a harsh laugh. "Oh I'm not? I pretty much just threatened to take a hit out on her if she told another gay joke."

"Oh. Yeah, that part was pretty bad. But I'm sure nobody really took that seriously."

"I hope not. But now they know I have enough money to do it if I really wanted to."

"Blaine, why do you think she's jealous?"

"Pretty much because of the same reason I practically called her a whore. She doesn't have what we have, Kurt. She doesn't have anyone to buy her pretty jewelry or expensive things and say I love you. She doesn't have someone who will stand up and defend her the way I did for you. That and I still think there may be a bit of lingering resentment on account of me turning her down in front of everyone the first day I transferred here."

"That doesn't make her a bad person," Kurt said quietly.

"No, it doesn't. But it isn't an excuse for her to come out and insult me or you or our sex life in front of the entire club."

Kurt nodded, unable to meet Blaine's eyes. The silence was strained. Again, he didn't know what to say.

"When I transferred to Dalton, I realized that I had some…underlying issues," Blaine began to explain. "You know how they say the bullied generally become bullies?"

"Yes."

"I wasn't an exception. I ended up having to go to therapy for a couple of months because I was having a really hard time controlling my anger. I was just…it was all the time. I was angry all the time. My first two weeks at Dalton were hell because I'd start yelling at anyone who so much as looked at me the wrong way. I never hit anyone or shoved anyone. I was never physically violent. I was just pissed off and had a volatile temper. I just…haven't had any problems since then. And it…it made me sick to think I was becoming that person again. My therapist recommended some sort of physically demanding outlet, which is why I took up boxing. I took a yoga class too, which ended up helping more. Kind of ironic, I suppose," he finished quietly.

Kurt gave a weak smile and nodded. "You could have told me earlier. About all of this."

"I was afraid you'd hate me."

"I could never hate you, Blaine. Not after everything you've helped me through."

"I didn't want to chance it."

"We all have pasts. Some darker than others. And when you love someone, it doesn't just include the here and now. I figure you kind of have to accept them for everything. You had a reason to be the way you were and I understand that. I don't hate you for it. And I don't think you're becoming that person again, I think you were just really mad. I get that."

Blaine pinched his lips together and rubbed at his eyes harshly.

"I don't deserve you," he said, crying softly.

"Blaine, no," Kurt walked up to his boyfriend and wrapped him in a tender hug. "Don't ever think that, ever. You…god, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I can't remember if I've ever said that out loud, but you are. I never, in a million years, imagined I would find someone as wonderful as you. You're worthy of every ounce of affection I have to give. And I love you so, so much."

"I love you, too," Blaine said, crying even harder now. He wrapped his arms around Kurt and held on for dear life.

Kurt just stood there, holding him, letting him cry. He knew sometimes he needed to cry. Sometimes crying was all you could do to heal a wound as deep this. He kissed the top of Blaine's head and continued to rub his back, muttering nonsensical words of assurance into his ear.

When Blaine finally pulled away, his eyes were red and puffy and his cheeks were stained with tears. Kurt balled up the sleeve ends of his hoodie and brought them to Blaine's face to wipe them away.

"At least it's you crying this time and not me," Kurt mumbled.

Blaine gave a small, sad laugh and nodded. "I guess so."

Kurt brought one of his hoodie covered hands under Blaine's chin to tilt his head up. "I love you. No matter what."

Blaine smiled and tilted his head, his eyes wet with more tears. It took every ounce of strength he had to hold them back.

"I love you too."

Kurt kissed him gently and reached down to take his hand. "We should probably find Santana."

Such a quest was proven easy when they saw she was standing outside the door to the choir room. Her face was tear-stained as well. When she heard their footsteps approaching she snapped her head up and her face crumbled and she started crying again.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered, covering her face with her hands.

"Hey," Blaine said, releasing Kurt's hand and moving over to envelop her in a hug. "It's okay."

"No, no it isn't," she said, clinging to Blaine. "I shouldn't…I didn't…"

"I know," Blaine said quietly.

"You're both just…and I don't…"

"I know," Blaine said again, just as quietly. "I know."

The two just stood there, Blaine's shoulder muffling the poor girl's sobs. "I'm sorry too," Blaine apologized. "I didn't mean to say any of that." She nodded into his shoulder.

Santana finally pulled away she swiped at her eyes with her hands. "I don't hate gay guys. I really don't. I promise," she said, looking over Blaine's shoulder at Kurt.

"I didn't think you did," Kurt replied, walking up to them. "People often say things they don't mean when they're angry."

She nodded. "I just wish I had…you two are just…perfect and I don't…"

"It's okay," Blaine reassured her. "I get it. You don't need to explain yourself to me."

"Thank you," she whispered.

They just sort of stood there awkwardly, Santana's sniffles filling the silence. Kurt looked between the two of them.

"Can I get a Santana Lopez hug, too?" he asked.

The other two laughed and she nodded, giving Kurt a short hug and kissing him on the cheek. "You've got quite a man there, Kurt."

"This I know."

"Don't let him go."

"I won't."

She smiled and grabbed both of their hands. And that's how they walked back into the classroom, Santana hand in hand with both Kurt and Blaine. The other members of New Directions, including Mr. Schue looked at the trio with a bit of apprehension.

"Is everything…okay?" their teacher asked, raising a worried eyebrow.

"Everything's cool, Mr. Schue."

Santana returned to her seat. Kurt and Blaine picked up their bags and moved to sit on either side of her at the top row. She gave a small smile. And rehearsal began.

The rest of the week went by relatively quickly. Oh and there were no more outbursts from Blaine. Santana even gave both Kurt and Blaine friendship bracelets that she had made herself. 'I gave Brittany one and she wears it all the time. You don't…have to wear it, though. You can just…you know…keep them,' she had said. Needless to say, they wore them every day without fail. Kurt didn't even complain when it didn't match any of his outfits.

On Friday, everyone in New Directions stayed for a late rehearsal. The sun was almost down by the time they got out.

"My dads said you could all come over for pizza tonight if you wanted to," Rachel offered while everyone was gathering their things. "We could watch a couple of musicals. They said they'd pay for the pizza."

Ever since the blow up in rehearsal on Monday, everyone seemed to be in a bit of a bonding mood. So even though it was Rachel offering, they all accepted. Even Puck.

"Free food, dude," he said by way of explanation.

Everyone had filed out of the building, each to their own cars so they could drive over to Rachel's, except for Kurt and Blaine. They stood in the hallway by their lockers discussing their plans for the weekend.

"My dad said it was alright if you wanted to stay the night tomorrow," Kurt said offhandedly. "Just, you know, if you didn't have anything else to do."

Blaine smiled. Kurt really was adorable when he was trying so hard to be nonchalant. "Not sure, I'll have to check my schedule."

"Your schedule?"

"Well duh. I have to make sure I don't have any dates with any of my other gorgeous boyfriends," Blaine said with a serious face. "They'd be horribly offended if I blew them off without cancelling properly."

"You're awful," Kurt said, nudging Blaine's arm as they turned to walk down the hall and out the door. They were already halfway to Kurt's car when Kurt stopped. "Shit. I forgot physics book and we have a test on Monday. I'll be right back."

"Do you want me to come with you?"

"No, it's fine. You go to the car, I'll only be a minute," Kurt insisted, turning around and heading back inside. When he returned to his locker, he opened it…only to dig through the stack of books inside to find that his physics book was, in fact, not in his locker. He had left it in the choir room. When he got to the choir room, it was already locked. He cursed his forgetfulness and made his way to Mr. Schue's Spanish classroom, hoping he'd still be there. Thankfully he was and his teacher graciously opened the classroom door so Kurt could get his textbook.

Meanwhile, in the parking lot, Blaine leaned against Kurt's car, waiting patiently. But it was still cold and he regretted not asking Kurt for his keys first.

Suddenly, he was shoved forcefully against the car. His book bag fell off his shoulder and his arms rose in immediate defense. When he finally looked up, he realized he was looking into the face of one very pissed off Dave Karofsky.

"What the hell, Karofsky, what're you-"

But Blaine didn't get to finish his sentence because Karofsky clamped a hand over his mouth, effectively shutting him up. Now Blaine knew how to defend himself, but when a guy twice his size in both height and weight was pressing him against a car with his entire body, there wasn't much someone his size could do.

"I'm gonna tell you one fucking time, Anderson, so you damn well better listen. You keep you filthy paws off Hummel. You think you can act all sweet and shit in front of me and think nothing's gonna happen? Well you're wrong. I'll kick your ass you little faggot."

He said all of this in one big hot breath directly into Blaine's ear.

And then he was gone. Blaine didn't know which way he left, he didn't know where the guy even had his car, he didn't even see where he'd come from. All he could hear was the blood rushing in his ears and his own rapid breathing. All he could feel were his hands and knees quivering.

Oh god. He should tell someone. Right now he should run and find Mr. Schue and tell him exactly what Karofsky had said. He should do –

But then he saw Kurt walking out of the building, with a smile on his face, his physics book clutched to his chest, and little bounce in his step. And they were going to watch movies and eat pizza at Rachel's house with all of their friends and he was going to stay with Kurt on Saturday night and maybe Kurt would let him kiss for hours and hours and maybe Kurt would let him be the little spoon again and –

He wouldn't say anything. Karofsky threatened him. He didn't threaten Kurt. Well, at least not this time. And he only threatened to beat him up; he didn't threaten to kill him. Kurt didn't have to be involved in this. He never had to know.

"What's wrong?" Kurt asked when he finally reached him, pressing the button on his key ring to unlock the doors to his car.

"I – nothing. Nothing, it's just fucking freezing," he lied. He plastered a smile onto his face. "Took you a while to get your book."

"Well I thought it was in my locker then I realized it was in the choir room but it was locked. So I had to hunt Mr. Schue down to get him to open it and then he started talking to me about ideas for the set list and just, ugh, whatever. You ready?"

"Yup."

And he was.

The next night, Blaine showed up at Kurt's doorstep with his overnight bag. Kurt practically tackled him.

"I missed you," Kurt admitted.

"We just saw each other last night."

"And we've been apart since then. Thus, the missing you."

Blaine gave a small laugh at that bit. "I missed you too."

"So all your dates with your other boyfriends fell through?" Kurt teased as they walked in and downstairs to his room.

"Every one. Well, except for Neil Patrick Harris. He was ever so sad to hear that I'd found another man."

"You know, I met this guy one time, Brian Ryan, who looked exactly like him."

"Really now?"

"Yeah. He was sort of an asshole though. There was this rumor going around for a while that he slept with Coach Sylvester. I still can't make heads or tails of that one."

Blaine shivered. "I don't even want to think about that."

"Me either."

They had dinner with Kurt's family, the main topic of discussion being the approaching super bowl. Kurt was really glad that Blaine and his dad had some common ground. It really made things less awkward. Later, after catching the end of some college football game on TV that Kurt reluctantly sat through, he and Blaine were finally back in his room alone together, huddled up under the blankets. They just lay there, staring at each other and smiling. Occasionally one of them would bring the other's hand up to press a kiss to their knuckles.

"Blaine?" Kurt finally asked, looking a little shy.

"Hmm?"

"Can I ask you something…sort of personal?"

"Sure."

"Um…in regards to…sex…not including actual sex…damnit, I don't know how to phrase it," Kurt admitted, kind of embarrassed.

"Just ask me, Kurt."

"Well you said you've had sex before. With another guy. So, I was just wondering, besides actual intercourse, what's one thing that you…I don't know…miss? What's one thing that you really want to do besides…actually…you know?"

"Uh…well I think I understand your question. I'm assuming you're asking what's the one thing I'd like to do that we haven't done yet."

"Yeah. Pretty much."

Blaine rolled over on his back, his eyes towards the ceiling.

"You don't have to ans-"

"No, no I'm just thinking," Blaine quickly assured him. "I don't know. I like what we've done so far."

"No, I don't want you to…patronize me or try and make me feel better. I just want to know. Because you've been really kind of perfect every time we've…messed around, and I just…want to do something for you."

"You've done something for me every time, though."

"No I mean…ugh, why is this so hard to say? Every time it's always been you doing stuff to me and then I just…reciprocate and sort of follow your lead. I feel like it's not fair,"

"That's how you learn, Kurt."

"I know but…I just…is there really nothing you can think of?"

Blaine shrugged.

"Ha, there is something, I knew it, you sly bastard. What is it?" Kurt rolled over on his stomach and propped himself up on his elbows.

"You really want me to answer?"

"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want an answer."

"Fine. Fingers."

Kurt just kind of stared at him and then looked at his own hands. "Fingers?" He turned back to Blaine who was giving him this look, as if to say 'Kurt. Think'. But wha – OH.

"Oh, you want to put your fingers…in my…"

"No, I want yours in me."

At first Kurt sort of thought he was joking, but then he caught the look on Blaine's face and…he wasn't.

"Really?"

"It's all I've been thinking about for the past couple of days. I keep watching you take notes in French class or I watch you push your hair away from your face and…I can't stop thinking about what it would feel like to have those in me."

Kurt blushed to the tips of his ears. God, he really felt like the blushing virgin now.

"You know, sometimes when you turn that shade of red, you make me feel like a perverted old man," Blaine said with a crooked smile.

"I don't! I mean no, don't…shit. I just…didn't think you thought things like that during the day. I kind of thought I was alone in that department."

"Oh so you have dirty thoughts, too? Do tell," Blaine said, rolling over on his stomach as well so they were like two girls gossiping over boys at a sleepover.

"Well my imaginary scope is somewhat limited due to the lack of my sexual experience but…sometimes when we're in history and the teacher's words all start to blur together…sometimes I end up thinking how awesome it would be if you were under my desk…sucking me off."

Blaine's jaw dropped. "That's one of the single most awesome things I've ever heard come from your mouth."

"Shut up," Kurt mumbled.

"No, I'm serious. I'm really turned on right now, actually."

"Really?"

"Do I need to roll over and let your see the bulge for evidentiary proof?"

"No!" Kurt said, squirming a bit. Great, now the thought of Blaine being hard was making him hard. "But we could…try it."

"Try what? You sitting at a desk in the middle of the school day while I'm under there with my mouth on you?"

"Ohmygod, Blaine, you can't just say things like that," Kurt groaned, pressing his face into the pillow.

"Is that what you meant, though?"

Kurt brought his head back up. "No, I meant the thing with…my fingers in your…"

"You can say ass, Kurt, that's what it is."

"Your ass then! If you wanted to try it, I'm not…opposed to it."

"Do you have lube?"

"What?" Kurt squeaked.

Blaine laughed. "Lube, Kurt. Do you have some?"

"I…oh. No."

"That's okay." Blaine untangled himself from the covers and stood up. He walked straight over to his bag and fished around in a pocket for a few seconds, producing a small bottle of lubricant.

Kurt stared in shock. "You brought lube?"

"And condoms. One can never be too prepared," Blaine replied, setting the bottle on the table and climbing back into the bed.

"Oh. Yeah, I guess not."

"Hey, listen. It's only there if we need it. We don't have to do this if you don't want to. I'd understand," Blaine reassured him, reaching out a hand to caress Kurt's cheek.

"No, I want to. I'm actually…sort of intrigued, to be quite honest."

"Are you, now?"

"I am," Kurt said with a nod. "Do we just…get right to it then?"

Blaine laughed a little bit. "Kurt, it's still part of intimacy. Everything else stays the same, the foreplay and everything. Nothing needs to be rushed."

"Oh, okay. So do I…"

"How about we start with kissing, like we normally do, hmm?"

Oh, yes, kissing. Kurt very much enjoyed that. "Okay."

Blaine turned back on his side, so Kurt did the same, and Blaine put an arm around his waist. Kurt closed his eyes and gave a tiny happy sigh when Blaine's warm lips were finally on his. Oh god, and the flavor of Blaine's mouth was just as Kurt had remembered it, right down to the coffee they'd had after dinner and that distinctive taste that was just…Blaine. He was caught off guard a bit when Blaine grabbed him by the hips and tugged him on top, though, so that he was straddling the other boy.

"I like it sometimes when you're on top," Blaine admitted, still holding Kurt's hips.

"I like being on top sometimes," Kurt replied with a smile, leaning down to kiss him again.

Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck so they were as close as possible in this position. He felt Blaine's hands squeezing his hips and pressing him down. Oh, and there were Blaine's erection pressing against his ass. Well then, he never thought that would feel as good as it did but uh…it really did. Experimenting a little, he ground his hips into the boy beneath him. Blaine let out a low groan and broke the kiss, pressing his face into Kurt's shoulder.

"Oh god…that…"

Kurt smiled triumphantly; he was glad to have done something right without having to be shown what to do by Blaine first. "Yes?" he asked with mock innocence.

"Please…again…"

"What, this?" He ground his hips down again, feeling Blaine's length on his ass and on his own cock. He rocked back and forth, slowly, while Blaine emitted the most incredible noise. His boyfriend's scent was all around him, wrapping him up in this warm, safe, dizzying place because even just the smell of him was enough to drive Kurt up the freakin' wall. Blaine's hands moved down to his ass, urging Kurt to rock a little faster. He complied and Blaine let his head fall back onto the pillow and there was this tiny bead of sweat that was dripping down his neck. Kurt bent down and followed the trail of the drop with his tongue, all the way down to the crook of Blaine's neck where it turned to shoulder. And at one certain spot, whenever Kurt licked, it made Blaine writhe beneath him uncontrollably. He was just whimpering helplessly, his eyes shut tight, his lashes dark on his cheeks.

"Oh, I can't…you have to stop, I'll…Kurt, it's too much…"

Kurt immediately stopped moving his hips and lifted his head. "Are you okay?"

"God, are you seri – I'm beyond okay," Blaine breathed, his voice low and ragged. He swallowed. "But if you don't stop rutting against me like that, I'll come in my pants." His grip on Kurt's hips was so tight, Kurt kind of thought there might be bruises tomorrow, but that was okay because Kurt really didn't mind if they came from Blaine being a little out of control. That and if Blaine wasn't holding on so tightly, Kurt probably couldn't keep his hips still and they'd both be coming in their pants. "I want…if you want…will you?"

Kurt climbed off Blaine and stood, fully intending on grabbing the bottle of lube. Oh, ow, he was really hard and his pants were really tight. So he just undid them, took them off and threw them on the nearest chair.

"You should…just take it all off," Blaine said, his eyes locked on the bulge in Kurt's boxer briefs. "I just…please?"

And because Kurt couldn't take his eyes of how disheveled Blaine looked and the simple fact that this gorgeous creature was in his bed and, for some strange reason, wanted to see him naked, he did. He stripped off his vest and his shirt, mesmerized by Blaine's eyes that were now boring into his, and finally took off his underwear. After a few seconds of checking him out oh my god, Blaine smiled and reached his arms out.

"C'mere."

"You too. You should…to," Kurt said, his heart beating rapidly.

Blaine's smile widened and he sat up, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside. He lay back down and undid the button and zipper on his jeans and tugged them off.

"You're not…wearing boxers?"

"Not today," Blaine smiled.

Oh god and he was completely naked. For some reason, even though Kurt got Blaine naked the last time, this time around he was actually able to stop and appreciate just how fucking gorgeous the other boy really was. As if by pulled by some magnetic force, he snatched the bottle of lube off the table and moved back over to lie down next to Blaine. This was the first time they'd ever been naked together, skin on skin, sweat on sweat. Kurt could feel the tickle of Blaine's chest hair on his arm and he was so completely tuned on by everything right now, he was afraid he might just come right there.

For some reason, he found his courage and reached a hand down to gently stoke Blaine's erection. Blaine sighed and closed his eyes, rubbing his hand up and down the arm Kurt was working him with. Now, Kurt knew he was gay, obviously, but he really didn't consider how much joy he'd get from just touching another person like this. He didn't consider how gratifying it could be to make someone else feel this good.

He paused his hand when Blaine spread his legs, effectively pressing his thigh into Kurt's own cock. Kurt hissed and he couldn't help but give a little thrust in return. Blaine reached over and grabbed the little bottle of lube from where Kurt tossed it on the bed when he laid down. He held it up.

"Do you still want to?" he asked.

And Kurt was ever so surprised to find that uh…yeah. He did. He really wanted to do this.

"Yeah. I really do," he said.

Blaine smiled and kissed the tip of Kurt's nose. "Okay. But if you change your mind, just let me know and we can stop."

Kurt nodded.

"Here," Blaine said. Kurt held out his hand. Blaine opened the cap and squirted a liberal amount of the slick stuff into Kurt's palm. "Get it all over your finger. It'll be a bit messy, but that's okay."

Kurt followed his instructions and dutifully moved his fingers into the dollop in his hand. He rubbed his fingers around, making sure they were all coated well.

"Good," Blaine said, snapping the cap closed and tossing the bottle aside. He bent the leg that wasn't pressed up against Kurt so he could give the boy better access. "Now just take your fingers," he said, gently grabbing Kurt's wrist, leading them down to the area past his balls, "and just sort of…feel around, you know?"

Kurt nodded, feeling beyond awkward and nervous, attempting to do this right. He felt around, pressing against that little spot right behind his boyfriend's balls, and Blaine jerked in turn.

"I'm sorry!" Kurt said immediately. "Did I h-"

"No, no, that was a good twitch, trust me."

"O – okay."

So he kept at it, feeling around very slowly with two fingers. When his fingers brushed against Blaine's opening, the boy gave a little sigh. Kurt circled his entrance, enjoying the little noises Blaine kept making.

"I start with one, right?" he asked tentatively.

"Yeah. Go slow. It's been a long time."

"Oh god, is this going to hurt you?"

"It will a bit at first," Blaine admitted. "But don't worry, it'll feel really good, too."

Kurt bit his lip. He didn't want to hurt him, but Blaine seemed really sure about this. Kurt took a breath and with his index finger, he slid the tip of it in slowly. He felt Blaine seize up a bit beside him but then he relaxed, his eyes shut tight.

"Keep going," he urged.

Kurt did as he was told and after what seemed like an agonizingly long amount of time, he slid his index finger all the way in. Blaine's breathing was shallow and it was weird because Kurt could feel Blaine attempting to relax his tight muscles. After a couple of seconds, Blaine gave a small nod.

"You can move it now."

Kurt swallowed hard. He began moving his finger in an out and at the same time he could feel Blaine's walls constricting and relaxing, constricting and relaxing.

"Try two now," Blaine whispered. His head was angled back and his mouth was open a little and he actually genuinely seemed to be enjoying this. Kurt was unsure how he should feel about that but he brought his finger out anyway, returning with his middle finger this time. He pressed in and Blaine's walls tightened again. God, how was a cock supposed to fit in there, Kurt wondered? It was so tight, so very, very tight and Blaine's face was scrunched up in what was obviously pain. He stopped moving his fingers. "No," Blaine said immediately, his grip firm around Kurt's wrist, "keep going."

"But it's hur-"

"It'll pass," Blaine promised, opening his eyes and gazing into Kurt's. "I promise, it isn't as bad as you think."

"Are you su-"

"Yes," Blaine breathed. With his hand on Kurt's wrist, he gave a gentle nudge and Kurt's fingers slid in more.

Even Kurt was sweating now, terrified he was seriously going to screw this up somehow. But he let Blaine hold his wrist and push his fingers in slowly until they were in knuckle deep. After a few seconds, Blaine let out a long breath and smiled at Kurt.

"Okay," he said, his voice raspy, "now move them in an out and sort of…around."

Kurt nodded and Blaine released his hand, moving it to his own cock. Oh okay, that was really hot, Kurt thought. Blaine was touching himself and Kurt had his fingers up his…okay this was really hot. He scooted closer and Blaine pressed his thigh against Kurt's erection even more. Kurt pulled his fingers out slowly and pushed back in and oh lord, Blaine was coming unglued before his eyes. His knee that was bent up towards the ceiling just find of fell over, spreading his legs farther apart, squeezing Kurt's fingers in a bit more. Kurt could see the heavy rise and fall of his boyfriend's chest and he could see the muscles and veins in Blaine's arm while he stroked himself. His eyes were shut again and his lips were parted slightly. There was sweat in his curly black hair and on his forehead and Kurt kept moving his fingers. Blaine was moving on them, like he was trying to fuck himself onto Kurt's hand. He decided to get a little creative and spread the two fingers in Blaine just a little bit. That caused Blaine to moan and his hand to move a little faster so Kurt kept doing it, occasionally twisting them, still moving them in and out. At one particular point, he crooked his fingers just so, rubbing against this little nub, and Blaine made a noise that was a kind of cross between a cry and a groan.

"Oh god…right there…yes…"

So Kurt did that thing again and he got the same reaction only a little bit louder.

"Oh fuck…baby, you're…ohmygod…"

Oh so that must be where the prostate was, Kurt concluded. See, he could do his reading too!

"You keep doing that and…ohshit…you…god…"

Apparently a couple of brushes against that little nub turned Blaine Anderson into a sweaty, writhing, debauched, stuttering, obscene pile of teenage boy. Kurt was only too happy to keep this sight in his mind for as long as he could. But Blaine looking like that and the way he was moving against Kurt, his thigh pressed hard onto Kurt's cock, was going to make Kurt turn into a stuttering teenage boy too. He couldn't help it though. His fingers were inside Blaine and Blaine was tight and warm and oh fuck suddenly the idea of his cock being inside there was all that was in Kurt's mind. He thrust harshly against Blaine's leg, who seemed happy to comply with this and pressed even harder. Kurt's fingers never stopped moving, always trying to hit that little spot and –

"Kurt, I…oh you…I'm…"

"I know," Kurt ground out, his forehead pressed to Blaine's temple.

Oh god and they were moving and there was skin on skin and their sweat was mingling together and Kurt could smell cinnamon and sandalwood and some other musky scent and Blaine was writhing and his back was arching off the bed and Kurt was so close but he couldn't stop moving his fingers. Fuck and suddenly Blaine was calling his name, coming on his own stomach and chest and Kurt could feel a bit of it on his skin and ohmygod he could feel Blaine's muscles clench around his fingers and it was all just too much and it was so goddamn hot and he was coming too, on Blaine's leg and Blaine's side on his own stomach and what the fuck, why don't people do this all the time?

The only sound in the room was their ragged breathing. And now it smelled like Blaine Blaine Blaine and sex.

Kurt was pretty sure he didn't pass out this time, though. That was progress.

After a few minutes of silence, he felt the arm that Blaine had pressed between him and Kurt the entire time move up so he could settle it under Kurt's neck and press his hand into his sweaty hair. Kurt eased his fingers out of Blaine, feeling him twitch around them as he did so, and brought it to drape across Blaine's chest. Blaine wrapped his other around Kurt's waist and pulled him closer. They were covered in sweat and come but it didn't seem to matter because they were just here. They were together, sated, happy, and loved.

Blaine was the first to speak. "That was the best idea you ever had, Kurt."

Kurt snorted and lifted his leg to settle it on Blaine's sticky stomach. Usually, he would be completely opposed to anything as messy as this, but for some reason right now, it really just did not faze him.

"You give me too much credit."

"I don't give you enough. That was fantastic."

Kurt rubbed his face into Blaine's sweaty hair. "Yeah, it was."

"We'll definitely being trying that again," Blaine said. "If you want."

"Oh, I want," Kurt assured him. They were silent for a few more minutes before he spoke again. "Oh god. Can we take a shower, please?'