Come Monday, Blaine was…scared. He hadn't told anyone about Karofsky's threat towards him. He hadn't given Kurt cause to think anything was wrong. Maybe he should have thought this through a little better. Because now…should he hold Kurt's hand? Should he kiss him in the hallway like he usually does? Would Karofsky say something to him, would he do something? So many scenarios were running through Blaine's mind while Kurt parked the car in the school parking lot.

"Hey, are you okay?" Kurt asked.

Shit. If he didn't say something now…because he could tell Kurt about the threat from Friday evening and just say that he didn't want to ruin their weekend. That would excuse him. Maybe. Probably. Hopefully?

But Kurt was…he seemed so much happier now that he didn't think he had to worry about his bullies anymore. Perhaps keeping him in the dark was…better? Healthier?

Fuck. He didn't know what to do.

"Just tired."

Oh, well done, Anderson, he berated himself. Now you're screwed either way.

"Did the coffee not help?" Kurt asked, putting a hand on Blaine's thigh.

"I guess it just hasn't kicked in yet," Blaine shrugged, attempting to put a smile on his face. He must have done well because Kurt just gave him a smile in return, picked up one of Blaine's hands, and kissed his knuckles.

"We should go inside," Kurt said, after a few seconds of silence.

"Yeah."

Inside was no better for Blaine. His stomach was in knots. He knew that if he didn't display the same kind of public affection as usual, Kurt would know something was up. So he swallowed around the lump in his throat and held Kurt's hand as they walked through the hallway.

" – this weekend?"

Oh. Kurt was talking and he hadn't been listening.

"I…what?"

Kurt raised his eyebrow and repeated his question. "Are you going to Westerville to hang out with your friends this weekend?"

"Oh. Yeah. Yeah, I might," Blaine said quickly, opening his locker.

"That's good. I'll bet they miss you."

"Yeah," Blaine said distractedly, keeping watch for Karofsky out of the corner of his eye.

"You're Chatty Kathy this morning," Kurt commented.

"Just because I don't feel the need to fill every silence with idle chit chat does not mean there's something wrong with me," Blaine snapped, pulling his history book out of his locker and slamming the door shut.

Kurt jumped at the sudden sound and his eyes widened. Blaine squeezed his eyes shut, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Kurt, I'm sorry," Blaine sighed.

"You should be," Kurt said harshly. "That was completely uncalled for."

"It was. I'm just…in a mood. It has nothing to do with you."

"Well I don't exactly like this mood."

"You don't have to like it, but it isn't going to change the fact that I'm in one!"

"What is wrong with you?"

"Nothing is wrong! Christ, Kurt, just leave it!"

"It would be really nice if you would quit snapping at me!"

"I'm not snapping at anyone!"

Kurt gave an evil grin. "Thank you for proving my point. I'll see you in history. I'm going to talk to Mercedes and Anthony and hope neither of them bites my head off every two seconds." And with that, Kurt turned on his heel and walked away, not even looking back.

Fuck! Inside, Blaine was shouting every single curse word he knew. This was not…this just isn't good. He couldn't walk around for the rest of the school year like this, ignoring Kurt while he tried to watch both their backs.

"All not well in Tickle-Me-Doe-Face Land?" came a voice from behind him. Blaine whipped around to see Sue Sylvester standing right there. No, she was like…really close.

"I – what?"

Sue leaned in so close that Blaine almost had to cross his eyes to focus on her face.

"Listen, Doe-Face, I haven't had any reason to doubt you since you pranced over here from Little Rich Land, but what the hell was that?"

"I don't-"

"Because to me it seemed like you were yelling at my Porcelain for no reason. I have cause for suspicion. Walk with me to my office," Sue said.

And because you can't just ignore Sue Sylvester, Blaine did. He felt like he was five years old at the moment, as if he got caught coloring on the walls at school and the teacher was now very 'disappointed' in him.

"Sit," Sue said once they were in her office with the door closed.

Blaine sat. For a few long seconds, Sue stared at him through squinted eyes. Her hands were clasped together on her desk. Blaine attempted to look everywhere but at her and he squirmed in his seat uncomfortably.

"So are you going to tell me exactly why you jumped down Porcelain's throat? And I swear to god if you get any gay boy thoughts out of that, I will personally see to it that every pair of underwear you own is on the flag pole by tomorrow morning."

"I didn't!"

"Good. Now answer my question."

Blaine swallowed hard. Perhaps…he really could tell Sue? Kurt did tell him that she was really good about the last Karofsky threat. But what was the point, honestly, since there were no witnesses around for the threat the boy had leveled him with on Friday? Ugh. How had this turned into such a ridiculous situation? He should have just told Kurt, or Kurt's dad, or his dad. But he hadn't. And maybe…just maybe…if he knew he had another pair of eyes looking out for him and Kurt…he wouldn't be so uptight. But…she didn't need to know everything, really.

"I…was threatened," he said finally.

"By Porcelain?"

"No, god no. By someone else."

"Who?" Sue asked immediately, her voice hard.

Blaine sighed and hung his head in defeat. "It doesn't matter who it was because we were alone in a parking lot when it happened. There'd be no one else to prove it. I have no evidence beyond my word. And we both know how well that played out…the last time someone was taken at their word." Blaine lifted his head slightly, meeting Sue's eyes. He hoped, he sincerely hoped that she understood exactly what he was talking about.

Sue stayed silent for a minute and then she gave one nod of her head. "What did the threat entail?"

"He basically said that if I didn't stop being publicly affectionate with Kurt that he would, and I quote, kick my ass. He told me to keep my hands off him."

"Did he say this in a jealous manner?"

"I couldn't tell. The entire threat was delivered with…a great deal of anger. I spent most of the confrontation hoping that he wouldn't suffocate me with his hand."

Sue leaned back in her chair. She picked up a pen and began to tap it on the top of her desk.

"I see," she said. "Am I to assume that you did not tell Porcelain anything at all regarding this threat?"

"You…could assume that, yes."

She nodded. "I'll make you a deal, Doe-Face. You quit being a horse's ass to my boy and I'll keep an eye on anyone who looks suspicious."

"I will, Coach Sylvester," Blaine said, standing.

"I'm serious. If I see you snap at him again like that, I'll round up a bunch of lobsters to snap at your own ass."

"I understand."

"Good. Get out."

Blaine fled.

He made it to his history class just as the bell was ringing. He slid into his seat next to Kurt. He tried to catch his eye, but his boyfriend was pointedly ignoring him, putting on an act of listening to their teacher start the lecture. Blaine pulled out his spiral and a pen. He quickly scribbled a note to Kurt and dropped it on his desk. For a good minute or so, Kurt ignored the note entirely. Finally, without looking at Blaine at all, he picked up the note and unfolded it.

I'm so, so sorry.

Kurt's reply was swift.

I'm glad.

He passed it back. Blaine immediately unfolded the paper. When he read what was written, his heart sank. So…okay. Yeah. Kurt had a right to be mad. And Blaine would just have to double his apologetic efforts.

When class ended, Kurt walked out with Mercedes. Blaine was left behind.

Lovely.

Blaine pretty much kept to himself the rest of the day. Whenever he tried to meet Kurt's eyes at their lockers, Kurt refused to reciprocate. In French, Kurt partnered up with some girl on the other side of the classroom.

This was just…awful. He realized that without Kurt or the Glee kids (whom he had very few classes with besides Mercedes or Rachel and both were ignoring him as well) he didn't have anyone else to talk to or walk with. For the first time since he transferred to McKinley…he felt homesick. Here everyone knew him as that gay kid who was the other gay kid's boyfriend and they avoided him like the plague for the most part. At least at Dalton he had all of the Warblers and plenty of friends outside the Warblers. At least at Dalton he never felt this…lonely. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to transfer…

However, what's done is done. And you can't just leave Dalton and come right back because you felt lonely and missed your friends. Things didn't work like that there, they just didn't.

He did not want to think about what life would be like here if he and Kurt ever broke up. He loved Kurt. He loved Kurt so much that sometimes he thought his heart would beat out of his chest. Even though it wasn't yet their two month anniversary…he simply could not deny the fact that he felt so much more passionately for Kurt than he ever did Aydyn and most definitely more than Daniel.

When Glee club came around, he walked into the choir room and sat down in a chair behind Kurt instead of beside him. He didn't need Mr. Schue commenting on their relationship problems. Again, Kurt said nothing to him and continued to chat animatedly with Mercedes about something.

Santana tapped him on the shoulder and he turned around.

"You okay?" she asked.

"No. But it's something I did to myself so I have to fix it on my own," he said dejectedly.

Santana said nothing, but she gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. That made him smile a little bit.

As it turned out, Kurt was paired with Blaine for the new choreography they were trying out for their Regionals performance. Blaine kept his eyes off Kurt and his head down while Mr. Schue attempted to teach them a bit of swing dancing. When they finally had to try it out for themselves, Blaine didn't know what to do. They were supposed to hold hands but he just…didn't want to push his luck. Kurt finally gave a very put upon sigh and grabbed Blaine's hands.

Oh.

At that moment, he realized how insanely much he missed just…touching Kurt. He gave Kurt's hands a hesitant squeeze and looked up. Kurt was staring at Blaine, blushing fiercely. Kurt quickly averted his gaze.

Blaine had the smallest of smiles on his lips. Maybe he wouldn't be in the doghouse forever.

When rehearsal ended though, Blaine became pretty nervous because, well, Kurt had picked him up that morning. Which either meant that Kurt had to drive him home or he was going to have to get a ride from someone else. Or he'd have to walk.

Everyone filed out of the room, Blaine trailing behind the group a bit. He saw Kurt at his locker and plucked up his courage.

"I...I know you don't want to talk to me or have anything to do with me right now, but…will you still take me home?" Blaine asked hopefully.

"Don't be so dramatic, of course I'll drive you home," Kurt said.

"Thanks," Blaine replied softly, offering up a tentative smile.

"Come on, then," Kurt said, gesturing for Blaine to follow him.

The walk to the car was silent. But this time it was NOT one of those comfortable silences. This silence was strained and pulled at Blaine's heart strings. They got into the car, neither of them speaking a word. It wasn't until they left the parking lot that Kurt spoke.

"I'm still mad at you."

Blaine nodded, fidgeting with his hands in his lap. "I know."

"I don't hate you, though."

Blaine gave a small snort. "Oh. Because the way that you ignored me all day sort of points to the contrary."

"You were rude to me, Blaine. You yelled at me in front of half the school when I didn't even do anything to you. It wasn't my fault you were in a bad mood. I'm sorry that you were, but you didn't have to take out your anger or…depression or…whatever the hell it was, on me."

"I know. I said I was sorry in the note."

"Yes. And a hastily scribbled note in the middle of history class is, of course, a sufficient apology for embarrassing me in front of half of our classmates."

Kurt was right. Perhaps delivering his apology in such a manner did seem insincere.

"I did mean it, though, Kurt. I am sorry. I'm really, really sorry. I didn't…I was just…I didn't mean to shout at you. You didn't do anything wrong and you certainly didn't deserve the way I treated you. I…" he paused and then decided to tell the truth, "I don't know what else to say or how to fix this."

"Well…hopefully you'll figure something out."

Blaine nodded and then he let his head rest against the window. He watched the houses and the trees whizz by.

"I missed you," Blaine admitted softly. "I didn't talk to anyone all day."

Kurt was quiet for a long while before he spoke. "I know. I saw."

They were silent the rest of the way to Blaine's house. Kurt pulled up into the driveway. Usually when he dropped Blaine off, he was the first to lean over and offer his lips up for a good bye kiss. That didn't happen this time. So Blaine got out the car and lifted his bag to his shoulder.

"I…Kurt…"

"I love you, Blaine."

Well that was really freaking unexpected. Blaine just stood there, frozen.

"Just because I'm mad at you for being a total jerk doesn't mean that I stopped loving you."

Oh, god. He just wanted to crawl back into the car and climb over to Kurt and kiss him senseless. He wanted to feel the softness of his skin and his hair and he wanted to breathe in his scent but…all he could do was stand there and hope he didn't cry.

"I-I love you too, Kurt."

Kurt nodded once. And that seemed to be the end of it. Blaine closed the car door. Kurt pulled out of the driveway. Blaine stood there still, watching Kurt's car until it disappeared around the corner at the end of the street.

Okay. That was it. He was going to apologize properly tomorrow. He was going to do this, damnit.

He practiced his apology on the piano downstairs until his parents had enough and told him to go to bed. So he practiced his apology on the keyboard in his room.

The next day, Blaine texted his boyfriend and told him that he would pick him up for school today instead. Kurt's response seemed rather reluctant but he agreed.

When Kurt climbed into his car, Blaine handed him a latte; it was the largest size the coffee shop they frequented even had.

"Thanks," Kurt mumbled.

But Blaine could see the slight blush on his neck and his cheeks.

Phase one: complete.

When they got to the school, Karofsky be damned, he was going to do this. He was relying on Coach Sylvester to keep up her end of the deal.

"Would it be alright if I held your hand?" Blaine asked politely, right before they reached the entrance to the school.

He watched Kurt bite his lip, obviously debating his answer.

"Not right now."

Blaine still smiled. "That's okay. Maybe later."

And he held the door open for Kurt.

Yeah, so, maybe he was being completely cheesy. He might make a fool out of himself by the end of this process, but it would be completely worth it so long as he could get Kurt to look at him like he did before Blaine lost his senses.

While Kurt walked past him with a very confused look on his face, Blaine began phase two of his plan.

Phase two, as it turned out, ensured that Kurt found small notes in every single one of his classes. Blaine snuck them into his school bag, he slid them through the vents in his boyfriend's locker, and he even paid people off to give some to Kurt in the classes Blaine didn't have with him. In history and in French, he simply passed them along himself.

Every note said the same thing:

I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I love you, Kurt. You're my Teenage Dream.

I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I love you, Kurt. You're my Teenage Dream.

Glee club finally rolled around and Blaine was fidgeting in his seat behind Kurt. When Mr. Schue finally walked in, he jumped up and ran over to him. From what Kurt had said about New Directions before, doing something like that was actually going to be normal.

"Mr. Schue! I have something I'd like so sing," Blaine said hurriedly.

"Oh uh…okay then. Go ahe-"

"Thanks!"

Mr. Schue blinked. "Guys, it seems like Blaine has something he wants to share with us, so let's all be courteous and listen," he said, moving to sit in one of the chairs next to the kids.

Blaine stood in front of the class, keeping his hands clasped behind his back so that they didn't shake uncontrollably and instantly give away how nervous he was.

"Hi guys. So…I'd like to play something. It's…for a specific person. They know exactly who they are. But first, I'd like to apologize to this person," Blaine began. He looked directly at Kurt, not even caring about giving the identity of the person in question away. "I'm so sorry. I was an asshole. I had no right to be an asshole, especially to you. I'm really sorry that I yelled at you and I apologize for embarrassing you. So this…is going to be my last resort. I stayed up until three in the morning last night, writing this, so…I hope you can forgive me after you hear it."

He saw Kurt turn red. When he finished his speech, Kurt looked away. If Blaine didn't know any better, he might have thought Kurt was trying not to cry. So Blaine turned around and slowly pulled the piano closer (one really must appreciate the invention of wheels) to the center of the room. He angled it just so, allowing Kurt to be able to see him as he played. He sat down on the piano bench and cracked his knuckles before placing them on the appropriate starting keys. He played the opening notes and began to sing.

I've seen his face, I've heard his name,

I've lost my place and he's to blame,

And I can't stand it, when I'm starin' in his eyes,

And he's not lookin back, well

Blaine gave a little smile and a laugh

It ain't a big surprise

I've heard music, I've heard noise,

I wish that he could hear his voice,

The way that I do, when I go to sleep at night,

And dream my life away, but he's gone when I awake

Baaaby, Baaaby,

Why can't you see,

What you're doin' to me?

The way his hair falls in his eyes,

Makes me wonder if he'll

Ever see through my disguise

And I'm under his spell

Everything is fallin', and I don't know where to land,

Everyone knows who he is,

But he don't know who I am

Baaaby, Baaaby,

Why can't you see,

What you're doin' to me?

I've seen you singin' on that stage,

Lookin' like an angel, and all I do is pray,

That maybe,

One day you'll hear my song,

And understand that all along,

There's something more,

That I'm tryin' to saaaay

When I say

Baaaby, Baaaby,

Why can't you see,

What you're doin' to me?

What you're doin' to me,

Baaaby,

Ooh when I say,

Baaaby,

When I say,

Why can't yooou see?

Oh, what you're doin' to me,

Mmm, what you're doin'

To me

Blaine played the last few notes and finally let himself look up. Kurt sat stock still, his hands over his mouth and thick tears streaming down his face. A lot of other people seemed to be crying too, mostly girls, but he thought Mr. Schue might have been a bit misty eyed as well. He stood slowly and walked over to Kurt. He got down on his knees right in front of him.

"Baby," he said softly, "will you please, please, please forgive me for being a really big jerk? I love you."

Kurt instantly fell out of his chair and into Blaine's lap. He wrapped his arms tight around Blaine's neck and continued crying into his boyfriend's shoulder.

Oh thank god, thought Blaine as he held Kurt close, pressing his cheek to the top of Kurt's head. He never wanted to go through anything like that again, he never wanted to stop holding Kurt's hand, and he never wanted to not be able to kiss him. Soon he was crying as well.

"I love you too, I'm so sorry Blaine," Kurt said, his words muffled by his own sobs and by Blaine's shoulder. "I was so mean to you, I was such a little bitch."

"No, no you weren't, you had every reason to be mad at me," Blaine said through his tears. "You don't have to be sorry for anything."

"But I am," Kurt protested, lifting his head, his eyes red and puffy, so he could look at Blaine. "I saw you yesterday, you were so sad all day and you didn't talk to anyone and…oh god I'm so sorry!"

By this point, even Artie was crying. Santana and Brittany were sobbing together and Finn held Rachel while she cried against his chest.

"It wasn't your fault, Kurt, I-"

But Blaine did not get to finish his sentence because right there, even in front of their freaking teacher, Kurt was kissing him. And he wasn't kissing him gently, either. He was kissing Blaine with every ounce of passion and sorrow that he had to give. They were clutching at each other as if they were going to be pulled apart by the fates. They were making out on the floor in front of Mr. Schue and the entire Glee club.

"Uhhh…" Sam's voice finally broke through to them.

Kurt pulled away from Blaine instantly, both of them turning beet red.

"That was like…one of the hottest things I've ever seen," Brittany said as she wiped the tears off of her cheeks.

Kurt tried to stand but Blaine held him in place. See, here's the thing. After two days of not being able to even hold your boyfriend's hand much less kiss him…well, you can only push a teenage boy so far.

To put it simply, he was hard as a rock and if Kurt stood up then everyone was going to see. So he held Kurt to him, their eyes locked, and Blaine gave a barely perceptible thrust upwards.

Kurt's eyes widened and Blaine thanked every single holy being known to man kind when Kurt nodded. So Kurt got up slowly, giving Blaine enough time to jump to his feet. Kurt snatched his bag up, somehow still able to block everyone else's view of Blaine's crotch.

"We', BlaineandIneedtotalk."

With that hurried sentence, Kurt and Blaine turned swiftly and ran out of the choir room.

"Come on," Kurt said, dragging Blaine down the hallway.

"Where are we-"

"Here," Kurt said. He opened a classroom door, pulled Blaine in, and shut it.

"Won't someone-"

"No, this classroom hasn't been used in years."

Kurt was right. There were but a few desks inside, all covered with thick layers of dust.

"I missed you," Kurt said, immediately shoving Blaine against the wall behind the door.

"Oh god, I missed you too," Blaine hissed. He felt Kurt's hard cock press against his own.

Kurt practically attacked Blaine's lips. It was a rough, clumsy kiss, all teeth and tongue. Kurt grasped Blaine's hands and pinned them to the wall above his head.

Blaine could officially say that he did not expect Phase three of his plan would get him here.

"Fuck, Kurt," Blaine groaned as Kurt pulled his lips away, kissing his chin, his jaw, his neck, his ear, any bit of skin he could see. His knees were going weak and they almost gave way, but Kurt pressed his body harder against Blaine's to keep him upright. His fingers were squeezing Blaine's hands so hard that he was pretty sure all circulation to said appendages was cut of but FUCK if it mattered because Kurt's tongue was doing some incredible things to his neck.

Kurt released his hands. Blaine whimpered when he felt his boyfriend's warm fingers toying with the hem of his shirt. God, but he did NOT want to be teased right now.

Oh. Well it seemed there wasn't much teasing to be done when Kurt got down on his knees. He watched in fascination as Kurt swiftly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down a bit.

"You…oh god, anyone could walk in…" Blaine said, his breathing heavy.

"I know," Kurt replied, looking up at him through his delicate eyelashes.

And Kurt was still looking at him as he carefully pulled the waistband of his boxers down to expose his cock. And he kept looking at him as he took it one hand and stuck his tongue out to lick up the drop of pre-come that had already formed.

Blaine's head hit the wall hard and he squeezed his eyes shut. Shit, it was going to take everything he had to not scream when – ohfuckshitohgod

Kurt took him into his mouth. There was no slow, tentative bobbing of the head this time. Blaine looked down. Oh my – Kurt was sucking and licking and his lips were cherry red. Christ, he was sucking Blaine's cock like he was born to suck cock. Blaine was not an unappreciative person, but somehow, in the span of a couple of weeks, Kurt had perfected the art of the blowjob since the last time he had his precious lips around Blaine. How could – oh god, he was reaching his other hand into Blaine's boxers to roll his balls in his fingers. Blaine couldn't tear his eyes away.

Oh my god. Kurt turned those beautiful baby blues up to his again and that was it, he was lost.

"Now, now, I'm – Kurt," Blaine groaned.

FUCK. And Kurt was swallowing his come like it was a fucking latte he'd been craving for days.

Blaine's fists were balled up in his own hair. How the hell…he didn't remember doing that. When Kurt finally let Blaine's cock slip out of his mouth, Blaine heaved a deep, shuddering sigh.

"You…that was…how did…"

"I did some reading," Kurt said, standing back up. He reached down, readjusted Blaine's boxers, and tugged his jeans back up.

Blaine had to clear his throat before speaking again while Kurt buttoned his pants. "That was kind of amazing."

"I'm glad," Kurt said with a pretty little grin. He leaned into Blaine, pressing his lips against his.

Holy shit, Blaine could taste his own come on Kurt's tongue. He was undone. He turned his head to break the kiss and spoke in Kurt's ear.

"Get on a desk."

Kurt's eyes darkened. He did as he was told (after brushing a good deal amount of dust off one of them) and sat down on the desk top. Blaine was taller than him now, which was kind of cool. Sometimes being short felt like a disadvantage, even if it was only by a couple of inches. He kissed Kurt slowly, gently, as he reached between them to undo the fastenings on Kurt's pants. Kurt had to brace himself on the table with his arms so he could lift his hips up a bit to allow Blaine to tug them all the way down to his ankles. Then Blaine pulled his boxer briefs down to the middle of his thighs.

"I want your hand in my hair," Blaine said, his voice having gone deep and husky.

Kurt nodded shakily, lifting one hand and tangling it in Blaine's dark curls. Blaine opened his mouth wide and took Kurt's erection into his mouth. He heard Kurt hiss above him and felt his hands tighten in his hair. He took his time, savoring the smooth thick length of Kurt in his mouth. He rolled his tongue around the head of Kurt's cock and relished the moan that fell from Kurt's lips. Never again, Blaine thought while he continued to suck his boyfriend, never again will I give him cause to take this away from me. He was on his knees and the edge of the desk was digging into his chest but he really could not give a fuck at this point. He relaxed his throat as much as he could and took Kurt as far in as was physically possible for him.

"Oh god, Blaine…" Kurt was whimpering now and his hips were trying to thrust up into Blaine's warm mouth.

Blaine set a pace, moving his lips and tongue up and down Kurt's cock, sucking for all he was worth. He pressed his tongue down hard. He allowed Kurt to thrust into his mouth while he squeezed Kurt's thighs roughly with his hands.

"I…ugh…Blaine…I…"

Yes, Blaine understood. He moved his head faster and faster, Kurt thrusting wildly. Blaine brought one of his hands up and under Kurt's shirt, blindly seeking out one of his nipples. As soon as he pinched one between his fingers, he felt Kurt jerk. Kurt's hand forced his head down and Blaine relaxed his throat again, taking him in as far as he could.

He hummed around Kurt's cock once.

That was all it took to send him over the edge and then Kurt was coming right down Blaine's throat, right here in the middle of an abandoned classroom in school.

If Blaine didn't know they'd have to go back to Glee rehearsal, he'd have been hard again in an instant. When he felt Kurt's cock softening, he released it with a small pop! from between his lips.

He pulled back and let both his hands rest on Kurt's knees while Kurt tried to get himself together. Kurt's hand fell out of his hair. His boyfriend's head was thrown back and his neck and cheeks were flushed. He was so pale and gorgeous and just…god, Blaine was so damn lucky.

"I love you," Kurt breathed.

Blaine smiled. "I love you too."

Kurt finally sat up straight, his eyes sort of glazed over, and a smile plastered onto his face. He hopped down off the desk and pulled his pants and underwear up before winding his arms around Blaine's neck and giving him a soft kiss.

"I loved the song," Kurt whispered.

"I'm glad. I stayed up forever getting it right."

"It was lovely."

Blaine pressed his forehead to Kurt's. "It was all for you."

"I know. I'm sorry I was pissy for so long. It was stupid of me. It was just one argument."

"No, it's okay. I was an ass."

Kurt gave a small laugh. "You were. But the whole thing might have been worth it. I mean, I did get a song out of the deal."

Blaine kissed his cheek and pulled away. "Don't say things like that. It wasn't worth it at all."

Kurt slid his hand into Blaine's and grabbed his bag. "I'm sorry. I saw you yesterday. You looked so sad. But I just…I felt so…"

"It's okay, Kurt. I understand. I'm just glad it's over."

Kurt opened the door. "Me too."

As they walked back to rehearsal, they didn't notice Karofsky around the corner behind them. When they walked back in the choir room…everyone stopped talking.

"You guys were gone a while," Puck finally said with a knowing smile.

Kurt shrugged and dropped his bag on the floor, sitting in his seat and tugging Blaine into the one next to him.

"We were…talking out our differences," Kurt said.

"Mm hmm, I'm sure that's exactly what you were doing," Mercedes said from behind them.

The boys blushed. Rehearsal continued.

The next few weeks were fucking spectacular in Blaine's opinion. There were no more arguments, no more Karofsky threats, and no more cat fights with any of the girls in Glee club.

Kurt and Blaine did get to celebrate their three month anniversary, though. Blaine's parents were out of town so he invited Kurt over to his house for the weekend.

"Will your parents be there, Blaine?" Burt wondered when Kurt asked him if it was alright.

Blaine saw Kurt bit his lip. But he could NOT lie to his boyfriend's father like that.

"No, sir," Blaine replied, "they won't be. They're out of town this weekend for one of my father's fancy pointless business parties in Ontario. It…would just be Kurt and…me."

Burt eyed the two boys. "Just you two alone for the weekend?"

"It's our three month anniversary, Dad," Kurt said quietly, his head bowed. "We just…want some time alone."

"I don't know if I like this, Kurt."

"Kurt…could you give me a minute alone with your dad?" Blaine asked.

Kurt's head snapped up. "Are you serious?"

"Yes. It'll be just a couple of minutes."

Burt looked sort of shocked. Kurt looked back and forth between the two. "Well…okay…"

"Thanks."

Kurt walked into the kitchen. Blaine sat down on the sofa to face Kurt's father, who sat in his recliner.

"Mr. Hummel, I love your son. And I respect your wishes as his father. So this is going to be my one and only plea," Blaine began.

"Okay…"

"Kurt and I very rarely get time alone besides when I'm staying here for the weekend which, I'm quick to say, I'm extremely grateful for. But usually we spend most of the time with the family at dinner or when we're watching a game. I know that…I know that we're young. And I know that you're expecting me to break Kurt's heart but…I won't. I'm…kind of crazy about him. And the only way I'm leaving him is if he ever breaks things off with me. If he does that, I'll go. But right now…three months is a big deal for Kurt. He's never had someone to celebrate a three month anniversary with. I know that, in the grand scheme of things, three months is nothing. But for now, it's huge. I want to celebrate properly, maybe take him out for dinner at a nice restaurant and see a movie. We'll probably spend a large portion of the weekend watching Disney movies and musicals. And yes, we'll probably sleep in the same bed, but that's no different than me sleeping in his bed here and you haven't seemed to have a problem with that so far. Kurt just…he wants to be treated like an adult. And I want to give him that, if only for this weekend."

Burt was silent and Blaine swallowed. His mouth was dry.

"I want you to be straight with me, kid. Have you and Kurt had sex yet?"

Oh. Blaine wasn't really expecting that question.

"We haven't had intercourse, no. And we probably won't for some while. I know that Kurt's a virgin. Three months is entirely too short a period for that to happen. But I won't deny the fact that we've been…intimate. With each other. I won't lie to you, sir."

There. Hopefully that response was enough.

Burt just kind of sat there, nodding and chewing on the inside of his lip.

"I want him to call me or text me every time you two leave the house and every time you get home. I'll want to know where you're taking him for dinner and what movie you go out and see, if you do see a movie. I want him in bed at a decent hour, I don't care if it's the weekend, don't keep my son up until five in the morning."

"I won't, sir. I mean, I'll make sure that he let's you know where we are and I won't keep him up until dawn."

Well…unless they're…doing stuff. But Blaine was entirely truthful when he told Burt that they wouldn't be having 'proper sex' as Kurt liked to call it. It was far too early in a relationship to be doing that.

"Good. So you…have my permission, or whatever. KURT!"

Kurt came rushing back into the living room at once. "Yeah?"

"Go pack your stuff for the weekend. Blaine knows the rules I set down."

Kurt literally started jumping up and down. "Ohmygod! Thank you Dad, thank you!" he squealed. He ran over and gave his father a quick hug.

"Yeah, yeah. Just do what Blaine tells you I said to do," Burt grumbled.

"I will! I will!"

So that's how the ended up on the sofa in Blaine's living room, watching The Sound of Music and eating sushi at the coffee table.

"Do I even want to know how you got my father to agree to let me stay here this weekend?" Kurt asked.

"I pretty much had to tell him that three months was a really big deal. Also, that I've yet to deflower you."

Kurt snorted and Evian almost came out of his nose. "Are you serious?"

"Dead serious."

"Wow. I'm sorry."

Blaine shrugged and picked up another piece of sushi with his chopsticks. "It was for a good cause."

Kurt wiped at his chin with a napkin. "Yeah, it was," he smiled. "A house all to ourselves for an entire weekend. Hard to believe."

They were quiet for a few more minutes while they ate.

"So…about that deflowering thing…"

Blaine paused in mid bite. "…what about it?"

"Do we…have plans for that…anytime soon?"

"…no. I don't-" Blaine put his chopsticks down. "It's not that…I don't want to, I promise. It's just…it's not the right time."

Kurt quirked an eyebrow. "What time could be better than a weekend alone in an empty house?"

"I don't want you to be mad," Blaine sighed.

"I'm not mad. I just think it's weird that you carry condoms and lube in your bag 'just in case' but then when we actually have a really good opportunity to do it…you say no."

"I carry those because when it does happen, if it's a spur of the moment thing, I'd like to be prepared. However, that being said, I don't want it to be a spur of the moment thing. I want to give you candles and rose petals and nice music and I want it mean something."

Kurt smiled sadly. "But you could give me all of that this weekend."

"I could. I know that. But…listen. Not only did I just tell your father that I wouldn't fuck you this weekend, it's…okay. You love me, right?"

"Of course."

"And I love you, too. I plan on being with you for a very long time, Kurt. A long time. And after five or six months or even a year, I want us to still have something to discover together. Three months is nothing to a year."

"You plan on waiting a year before we have proper sex?" Kurt asked, truly taken aback.

"It was just an example. I'm just saying…we've actually moved kind of quickly in the intimacy department. And I'd like to save the actual sex for a little later. It's not…I'm just…not ready to move on to that point yet. Because hey, you could hate it, and be done with me afterwards."

"I'm pretty sure I won't hate it."

"Oh? Have you ever had anything stuck up your ass before?"

Kurt turned red immediately.

"My point exactly. No, I don't think you'll hate it. But we're not to that point yet. And I'm actually really glad of that. I'd be an awful person if I just…took that from you. Hell, we could break up and you might be glad that I held out for so long."

"Don't say things like that," Kurt said softly, hanging his head.

Blaine bit his lip and scooted closer to Kurt on the sofa. "Hey," Blaine said. Kurt didn't meet his eyes so Blaine put a finger under his chin and lifted his head, forcing Kurt to look at him. "I don't plan on breaking up with you."

"Me either."

"But you have to be realistic. We have to be realistic. We don't know what the future holds for us. But I do know that I love you. And I know that you love me. And if that's all we've got to go on…well, I'm okay with that."

Kurt nodded. "I guess I'll have to be okay with that too."

Blaine leaned over and kissed his boyfriend's forehead. "Now don't look so sad. We'll get there eventually, that's my prediction. But there are still things I'd like to show you in the mean time. And they just might be things you'll like," he finished with a wink.

"Yeah," Kurt said, smiling again. "Okay."

"Good. Oh! Favorite Things! This is one of my favorite songs!" Blaine said, turning back to the TV.

That night, they actually did not do anything sexual. They simply fell asleep together, Blaine's head on Kurt's chest. Blaine would make sure that tomorrow was amazing.

They spent all day Saturday being lazy bums. Blaine was actually quite happy with this, seeing as how he got to see Kurt in his hoodie again. He really didn't know why that got to him so much. Perhaps it was the simple fact that Kurt cared so much about his appearance, but he was willing to set that aside for a while for Blaine. It just made him really happy. He also discovered several new things about Kurt that day.

"Gummy bears? Really?"

"They're my guilty pleasure," Kurt admitted.

Blaine resolved to find the biggest bag of gummy bears he could.

"WAIT. You were on the football team?"

"For like, one game. I was the kicker. It was the only game we won all season," Kurt said.

Blaine hoped there was a video.

"HOLD THE FUCKING PHONE. You dated Brittany?"

"For about a week. I did it to try to impress my father."

"Did you guys…do anything?"

"…I kissed her."

"Oh my god. I want the whole story."

So Kurt told him.

They just sat around and listened to music all day. They talked for hours and hours about anything and everything. By the time four-thirty rolled around, Blaine told Kurt to text his father.

"What, why?"

"We have dinner reservations for six-thirty," Blaine explained. "Let him know we'll be at Le Chez Martin."

"Why am I texting him now?"

"Because it takes you for fucking ever to get ready and he'll want to know in advance."

Kurt flipped him off. But he sent the text anyway.

By the time six o'clock rolled around, they were rushing themselves out of the house. Blaine had specifically chosen Le Chez Martin because he'd been on dates there before and he knew the people that worked there were much less homophobic than any other fancy restaurant in town. He didn't want Kurt to have to worry about anything tonight.

And so he didn't have to. Dinner was lovely. They shared a large bottle of mineral water and Blaine made sure Kurt knew that money was not a problem so he could pick whatever he wanted. The service was wonderful. They weren't sneered at. They weren't pointed at. They were treated like any other customer that came through. They shared an enormous piece of chocolate gateau for desert. And Kurt only complained about the calories once.

Kurt texted his dad to let them know that they decided to forgo the movie that night and just head home instead.

"Y'know, they say chocolate releases endorphins that resemble those released from having sex," Kurt commented offhandedly when they walked in the door.

"Do they now?" Blaine asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Mmm. So I guess since we had chocolate cake, I don't need sex tonight."

"I see. What do I have to do to change your mind?"

"Take me to your bedroom," Kurt answered.

"Oh, that I can do."

Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and led him upstairs quickly. They tumbled onto Blaine's bed, their limbs tangling and lips pressed together.

"God, the things you do to me, Blaine," Kurt said in between a couple of hot kisses.

Blaine said nothing in return; he just ripped off Kurt's scarf and threw it on the floor. If only Kurt knew just how quickly he could make Blaine hard.

"Naked," Kurt said, "I need us to be naked right now."

Blaine pulled away quickly so he could shrug off his vest and unbutton his shirt while Kurt was busy doing the same to himself. Yes, naked was good, naked was the best thing ever, Blaine thought as they both rid themselves of pants and underwear. When all of their clothing had finally been removed, Blaine lowered himself over Kurt again. Oh god, this was wonderful. Kurt's skin was so soft and smooth. He kissed Kurt again, letting his tongue trail over the other boy's lips, asking for entrance. Kurt complied easily, opening his mouth and letting Blaine's tongue inside. Christ, Kurt tasted like chocolate and coffee. How did he always taste like coffee? It was a delicious combination and Blaine could not get enough. He reached a hand up to thread through Kurt's hair. His hair was always so soft and silky. It wasn't like Blaine's, whose hair was constantly curly and tangled. He'd never understand why Kurt liked it so much.

Kurt's fingers were trailing down his spine and when they reached the base, he gave an excited shiver. One of Kurt's hands squeezed at his ass which caused him to thrust forward.

"Oh, god yes…" Kurt breathed into the space between their lips.

Aha, there's an idea. Blaine pulled away.

"What're you, no, come ba-"

Blaine reached into the drawer of his bedside table and pulled out another bottle of lube.

"You're just all kinds of prepared, aren't you?" Kurt commented when he saw what Blaine pulled out.

"Always," Blaine said. He sat up on his knees, straddling Kurt. He popped the cap open and poured a good sized amount in his hand before closing it again and setting it on the table top. He rubbed his hands together quickly (ugh, really the sound of lube was just…disgusting) and then put one hand on Kurt's cock and the other on his own.

"Fuck, Blaine…" Kurt hissed, his eyes shut tight and his hands twisted into the sheets.

But this is not what Blaine had planned. He continued to stroke them both for about a minute more and then he wiped the excess off on his lower stomach. Then he leaned back down and pressed their bodies close again.

"Why did you – ohmygod," Kurt said when Blaine started moving his hips.

Ohmygod, indeed. Friction and lube did wonders. Their bodies slid against one another easily. Kurt reached up to hold onto Blaine's shoulders as he continued to thrust. Eventually Kurt got the idea and began to thrust back. Blaine held himself up on his elbows, his forehead pressed to Kurt's.

"Wrap your legs around me," Blaine whispered.

Kurt did, crossing his ankles, which only pulled Blaine closer.

"Why don't – ohgod – why don't people do this – ah – all the time?" Kurt groaned beneath him.

"Because-" Blaine responded, giving a particularly sharp thrust that almost made Kurt scream in pleasure, "because if they did – fuck – they'd never get anything else done."

They continued like that at a single pace for what seemed like hours. Sweat began dripping off Blaine's forehead and down his neck. Kurt's fingers dug into the skin on his shoulders. Their chests and stomachs and pelvises slid together so perfectly, coated in sweat and lube and pre-come. Blaine lost himself when Kurt brought his lips up to his neck and started sucking.

"Ohmy – Kurt," Blaine moaned, his hips thrusting even faster now. "Don't stop, don't stop."

Kurt didn't seem to have any plans to stop. He just kept sucking and Blaine heard an occasional whimper, though he wasn't sure if the whimper was from him or Kurt. He was sucking at the span of Blaine's neck that made his toes curl and his body shiver. Blaine reached one arm under Kurt's so he could grip his shoulder and thrust faster and faster.

Oh god and he was still fucking sucking and biting on his neck, Christ the hickey was going to be so purple. When Kurt licked a straight line from that spot all the way up to his ear, Blaine felt the tightening in his balls and his lower stomach.

"Come, Blaine," Kurt demanded into his ear.

Oh and he did, good god did he come. But it seemed he wasn't the only one. He felt Kurt's body jerk up into his and he heard Kurt whisper his name and a string of curse words. They were coming at the same time in between their bodies, clutching one another, shuddering, and moaning.

And for those few seconds it felt like they were all alone in the world. Everything was Kurt and Blaine and sex and heat and raw passion.

They were shaking. Blaine collapsed on top of Kurt, who just wrapped his arms around his sweaty back and held him close.

"Perfect," Kurt breathed. "You're perfect."

No, Blaine thought, they were perfect. If only he'd had the voice to let those words come out.

Because he'd regret not saying it on Monday afternoon.