"Why is there pink dye in Blaine's hair, Kurt?" Quinn muttered into her bestfriend's ear once they were sat down to start Glee Club.

"Oh, I—um, don't know," Kurt said, avoiding eye contact at all costs.

"Kurt," Quinn pressed, "the pink in your hair is brighter than usual, the exact same colour as Blaine's."

Clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth Kurt turned around to face Quinn, he leaned in closer to her, "well, you know how, me and him, kind of—kind of kissed, when we won regionals?"

"I do," She laughed, "I had you gnawing my ear off about how soft his lips were over the phone."

"Well, whilst we were on the way to regionals in my car, he offered to buy me some hair dye and dye my fringe for me, because the colour was fading and I couldn't keep using that spray shit in the mornings," He took a breath, "so he came around and we kissed again and I asked him if he wanted to be my boyfriend, he said yes, we kissed some more, dyed my fringe, I wiped some dye over the front of his hair, and—yeah."

"Alright, alright, I'm glad you found someone, babe, but just—don't go changing on me now, just because you've got a boyfriend doesn't mean you can skip out on our drinking nights to go fuck him," Quinn said seriously, pointing Kurt in the crotch area.

Kurt spluttered, "Q! I think we're going slow, I'm not—I don't know, and anyway, I'm not going to fuck him, I'm in love with him."

"Make love then, whatever, I still can't believe you're a virgin, god, I have not taught you well," Quinn muttered, "also you're in love with him, already? You've only been dating for two days, Kurt!"

That earned Quinn a glare of dissaproval.

"Okay guys," Mr. Shue said, rushing into the room and grabbing his usual pen, "Due to our impending win at Regionals, coach Sue has agreed with among other school faculty that the Glee Club is going to be singing at prom this year!"

Rachel seemed to make the loudest applause out of all the group, but Kurt didn't clap at all, because prom? No. Kurt Hummel does not do prom, he doesn't like the tuxes, the flowers, the button holes.

He looked behind himself to see Blaine smiling sweetly and clapping along with the others.

Then Kurt sighed and looked back to the front of the room.

Did Blaine want to go to prom with him?

They had only been dating for two days, and the prom was in ten days, maybe Blaine didn't want to go with him because they hadn't been dating for long, he might think they'd be taking things too fast?

Fuck it, he thought, I'm taking Blaine Anderson to prom.

"So in preperation, for Nationals and prom, does anyone want to come up and sing?" Mr. Shue asked, looking around the group expectantly.

Then Kurt shoved his hand up, got off his seat and walked over and whispered something into one of the band dude's ear, grabbing a guitar off the wall.

"Kurt!" Mr. Shue's face lit up, "take it away."

Kurt sat down on a stool in the middle of the floor, positioned the guitar correctly in his hands and started to strum whilst singing, the band dude's joining in with the harmonies.

I'm a real big fan of yours

But I'm quite the joke to you

But boy it wasn't a joke when you

Kissed me in your room and replied

"I love you too"

Blaine smiled to himself, because this was the song he had stuck to the back of his note, begging Kurt to sing this with him, god Blaine this is your shot, go up there and sing with him!

I'm a little bit insecure

From all of this mis-treatment

But see I'm workin it out

Workin it out you're so damn hard

When you learn

So Blaine got up and started walking towards his boyfriend, singing a melody.

sha da da da da da da da da da

da da da da da da da da da

Kurt smiled and continued to sing with a blush in his cheeks.

I am running out of words

To say to you, wondering why im

wasting my time

Thinking back and won-dering why

I'm such a fool for loving you

And I get to the point where

All I wanted for for us to make up

But its not that easy

Cause boy you move on so quickly

Keeping a boy like me at the edge of his seat

And I know everything you do

Is all about your perfect image

Well I hope this song

It helps your image

Blaine started in with the melody again.

sha da da da da da da da da da da

da da da

I'm so over you now

Kurt and Blaine looked up and shook their heads at eachother because the words 'I'm so over you now' didn't really fit into how they were now, they didnt want to get over eachother. Ever.

I am running out of words

To say to you, wondering why I'm

Wasting my time

Thinking back and won-dering why

I'm such a fool for loving you

Blaine took in after that with the rapping, making gangster signs making everyone in the room laugh.

And I was one who thought I was strong

Well you proved me wrong

Now I'm singing along every song

On the radio i dont wanna go

Come on baby tell me

Something I wanna know

Now wanna see what is on my mind

Because slack of motivation is

taking over my time and I'm sick of trying

All together now!

Then the music dimmed, and it was just the strings of Kurt's guitar being strung and both Kurt and Blaine's voices blending.

I am running out of words

To say to you, wondering why I'm

Wasting my time

Thinking back and won-dering why

I'm such a fool for loving you

Then Kurt leaned up and kissed Blaine straight on the mouth then whispered, "will you go to prom with me?"

Blaine was nodding and smiling and leaning into the kiss even more and Mr. Shue had to physically rip them apart to stop them from making out infront of everyone in the room.

Now it was Blaine's turn to feel loved.

And he did, so much.

"I love you," He whispered into Kurt's ear inaudiably, he was sure Kurt didn't hear him until Kurt turned in his embrace and whispered back, "I love you too."

The seconds were spend on idol kisses and fumbling hands, murmers of love spread around the somewhat empty house—(so they thought)—prolong with small moans.

Both boys struggled to get upstairs of the Anderson house fast enough, without both coming in their pants too soon.

"Kiss me harder, Blaine," Kurt whispered, grasping his boyfriend's head in his hands and smashing their lips together in a rough but delicious and totally needed kiss.

They finally got up the stairs and turned into Blaine's room, slamming the door behind them.

"You told me that you loved me today," Blaine gasped out when he was getting pushed down onto the bed, "did you mean it?"

Kurt stopped trying to kiss Blaine for a second and looked him straight in the eyes, "yeah, I—I did, but I swear to god if you judge me or—"

Kurt got cut off by Blaine's lips and hips on his and god he was so horny right now.

"I thought we agreed that we were taking this slow," Kurt choked out as their erections brushed through the fabric of eachother's jeans.

"I've wanted you forever, Kurt, I've finally got you and I'm not letting you go," Blaine said, grabbing Kurt by his ass and pushing their dicks together forcefully.

"Possessive, I like it," Kurt growled—literally growled—and started rutting their hips together.

"G-god, Kurt," Blaine moaned as their cocks aligned perfectly and Kurt thrust just that little bit harder and brought him almost to the edge, "if you don't stop I'll come in my pants."

"Come, Blaine," He whispered as he ground down as much as he could, his own cock achingly hard.

Their hips fit perfectly and the friction was delicious, both boys were right on the edge.

"Almost," Blaine croaked out, flinging his head back when Kurt met his own long, hard thrust.

"C-close," Kurt moaned, aligning their hips again and giving one final thrust then he saw stars.

Both boy's names were repeated like mantras in the room as both of them hit climax, heavy breathing and small curse words were full in the room.

"Wow," Kurt breathed after a second, collapsed on Blaine.

"You're squishing me," Blaine laughed breathlessly pushing his boyfriend off him.

"That's totally what I wanted to hear after my first orgasm with a boy," Kurt groaned, swatting away Blaine's arm away.

"Hey, don't hit me," Blaine pouted, leaning over and kissing his boyfriend's pretty pink cheek.

Kurt smiled and looked straight into Blaine's honey coloured eyes, grey-blue met golden and everything was going to be okay.

"We should um—clean up," Blaine announced wearily, guesturing towards their pants.

"Oh god," Kurt jumped up as he saw the stain on his brand new leather jeans—well, leggins, Kurt's legs were too skinny for any type of skinny jeans, so he had to settle for leggins— "these are brand new, Blaine!"

"It's alright, we'll just wash them and I'll give them back to you tomorrow," Blaine said, helping Kurt out of his leggins.

But then suddenly Kurt was pulling them back up and moving towards the back of the room silently, staring at the door.

"What's wro—oh," Blaine laughed awkwardly looking over where someone was standing at the door entrance, "Hi, dad."

"I—It wasn't what it looked like sir, he—we were just, uh," Kurt rushed out looking around the room nervously.

"Kurt, Kurt, stop, It's fine, not every dad is homophobic, you know," He laughed, standing up from where he was kneeling on the floor, oh, maybe that's why Kurt rushed up so quickly, he probably thought it looked like I was about to blow him.

"This the Kurt you've been crushing on all your damn life, B?" Blaine's dad laughed, pointing towards Kurt.

"Yeah," Blaine ducked his head as he blushed, "but if you don't mind, we were kind of in the middle of something."

"Right, yes, well, I just wanted to say that me and your mother are visiting your cousins, we'll be back tomorrow morning, if Kurt wants to stay over he is more than welcome."

"Oh, thanks, dad," Blaine said, eyes wide open, "cool."

"Thanks, Mr. Anderson," Kurt whispered, still not really processing what was going on.

Blaine's dad nodded and left the room, closing the door shut, leaving the two boys awestruck.

"We," Blaine started, "have a house to ourselves for a whole night."

Kurt looked Blaine straight in the eyes, "Mm, better get started then."

Then both boys met eachothers needy kisses, clothes were stripped and moans were freely let out.