When Burt and Carole got back from their trip, Kurt and Blaine found themselves with a lot less time to be alone together. It seemed like wherever they went, one of Kurt’s family members followed. It couldn’t have always been like this, Blaine thought to himself. The truth was, it probably had been, but after they had finally opened themselves up and experienced a new level of intimacy, Blaine found himself just wanting another opportunity to make his boyfriend moan. But it was a lot simpler to act casual when they were forced apart during a make out session, and Blaine was not going to risk Burt walking in on them in any state of undress.

So, he waited.

On Kurt and Blaine’s weekend date night, instead of in the back row of the movie theatre with his boyfriend, Blaine found himself sitting on the couch in Kurt’s living room. Kurt had begged for Blaine to let them stay in and watch a special on Stephen Schwartz, and along the way it had turned into a family affair. Carole, Burt, and even Finn were all spread out around the living room, Carole making comments with Kurt, and Burt and Finn waiting anxiously for the commercial breaks so that they could check the score on the game.

Blaine, though, was content to simply sit as close to his boyfriend as publicly acceptable, tracing patterns on the inside of his wrist, and smiling to himself every time he traced high enough and Kurt gave an involuntary shiver. In these moments, Kurt would look over at Blaine, and give him that heavy lidded, content smile that made Blaine go slightly lightheaded.

This relaxed, homely environment made Blaine feel more at ease than he had felt at his own house for a while.

After the show, Kurt and Blaine were content to sit around with Kurt’s family, talking about school, and Burt’s campaign, and Carole’s patients. After a while, though, Burt got up, and walked out of the room, returning with a large pile of blankets and sheets.

“It’s pretty late, Blaine, I think maybe you should just sleep on the couch tonight. I don’t want you on these roads so late.” Burt said looking at Blaine. Then he looked towards his son, “But that means you’re upstairs, in your room. Got it?”

Kurt rolled his eyes at his father, but smiled all the same. “Got it.”

Blaine wondered if Kurt had told his father that Blaine’s parents were out of town again. Either way, Blaine really appreciated it.   

When everyone else had gone to bed, Burt with a pointed look at the stairs, Kurt leaned down and kissed Blaine lightly on the lips.

“Night,” he said softly.

“Oh, no,” Blaine said, taking one of Kurt’s hands from his shoulder and clasping it tightly in his instead. He lifted himself off of the couch. “It’s date night, Mister Hummel. How rude would it be of me to not walk you to your door?” Blaine gave Kurt an intense look, daring him to disagree.

“Blaine.” Kurt rolled his eyes, but his lips pulled up at the corners. “We’re already inside.”

Blaine looked around the room, a mock-thoughtful expression on his face, before settling his gaze on Kurt again. “Hmm, a new drop off point?”

With that he pulled Kurt toward the stairs at a startling speed, almost tripping him in his attempt to rush up, and completely ignoring his shouts, before slowing to a dawdling pace once they reached the hall. Blaine began swinging their arms exaggeratingly as they walked, and said, “I had a really great time tonight, Kurt.”

“Oh my God, you’re insane,” Kurt said, but he couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him at his boyfriend’s antics.

“You love it,” Blaine replied smugly.

“I love you.” Kurt stopped outside his bedroom door. “Should I kiss you goodnight, then?”

“It’s the least you could do,” Blaine returned, before leaning in and pressing his lips firmly against Kurt’s. Several seconds later, when sneaking into Kurt’s room started sounding like a perfectly good idea regardless of the punishment if they were caught, Kurt pulled away.

“Goodnight,” Blaine said softly, not wanting to disturb the silence of the moment.  

Kurt hesitated, and then pressed his lips very quickly to Blaine’s once more. “Night,” he replied, and opened his door, smiling hugely before slipping behind it.

Blaine couldn’t help but mirror his boyfriend’s smile as he made his way back downstairs to get ready for bed… couch.

Blaine was drifting comfortably in his blanket nest on the couch when he heard the sounds of someone moving down the stairs. Blaine’s first thought was that it was Finn heading to the kitchen for a snack or something, but after a few seconds he realized that the sound was too stealthy. It had to be Kurt.

The romantic in Blaine was immediately triggered when he saw Kurt walk into the room, hands outstretched slightly with only the moonlight to make his way with.

“Moonlit rendezvous?” Blaine asked softly, as Kurt continued in his silent attempt to get to the couch.

“You’re awake,” Kurt said, giggling slightly as he knelt to the ground by Blaine’s head, resting his own head on his arms at the edge of the couch.   

Blaine took a moment to appreciate the closeness between them, feeling his boyfriend’s presence, despite not touching him, and being unable to see more than the faint outline of his face.

“Yeah,” Blaine said, before sitting up, and making space for his boyfriend to sit. When he pulled Kurt up and onto the couch, he immediately snuggled into his boyfriend, letting him stroke his freshly washed hair. “I’m glad you came down to visit me.”

“I had to,” Kurt said, “I can’t sleep with you under me.”

Blaine grinned and raised an eyebrow at this, but doubted that Kurt could see it in the black of the room. It seemed he didn’t need to, however, because he rushed to add, “Not like it sounded!” Kurt huffed, and then said, “You know what I mean. The room below me.”

Blaine laughed quietly, before saying, “I know. I was struggling to fall asleep tonight too, but you’re a good distraction.”

“Distraction, huh?” Kurt said, leaning in closer to Blaine. “How do you propose I distract you?”

Despite the question, Kurt seemed to require no answer as he pushed his lips to Blaine’s, grabbing his shoulders to bring him closer. It was a slow kiss, Kurt opening Blaine’s mouth with his tongue, and touching it softly to the roof of his mouth, allowing Blaine to melt into the touch.

They kissed like this for a while, their perfected rhythm of back and forth, appreciating the touches that didn’t venture further down than the hard muscles around shoulder blades, and that ticklish spot between those ribs.  

It was only when Kurt began trailing his hands down the line of Blaine’s hard stomach, stopping only to fiddle with the drawstring of his pajama pants, that Blaine realized Kurt’s intentions.

“Hey,” Blaine said softly, pulling back and breaking the kiss, “What’re you doing?”

“Really, Blaine?” Kurt replied, and yeah, okay, maybe it was obvious, but something occurred to Blaine, and he wanted to make his feelings clear.

“Kurt, I love you, you know that, and I try to show you in as many ways as I can just how much you mean to me. I’ve never been closer to a person than I am to you, and not just as a boyfriend. You know how my friends treated me after I came out, before I went to Dalton. But with you…this love feels unconditional. Kurt, you will always be my best friend first.”

Blaine didn’t know where these words were coming from, but he felt the need to get this great emotion from his chest. Kurt, however, was remaining silent through this little speech, but Blaine knew he had Kurt’s full attention from the way that Kurt squeezed the hand in his just a bit. A comforting gesture. Blaine took a breath, and then continued.

“But with us being more physical with our love, I’m scared.” Blaine wanted to look down at his words, hide his face, but the darkness of the room made it so much easier to confess his inner thoughts, a layer of protection from his own emotions. “I don’t want to lose what we grounded our relationship on, in exchange for getting off whenever we are together.”

He could feel Kurt wanting to interject many times during his speech, but Blaine was grateful that he allowed him to finish his thoughts before replying.

“Blaine, I’m sure a lot of people worry about that when they start out as friends. It’s the whole ‘let’s not ruin what we have’ thing. You’ve used a variation of that line, Blaine.” Blaine remembered coffee shops and cut out hearts that were, in his opinion, just on the right side of tacky. “But getting together didn’t ruin us, right? It just made us stronger. This is the same thing.”

Kurt paused before speaking again in a slightly strained voice. “Yes, I’m surprised at just how much I want you. Since that night it’s pretty much all I think about.” Blaine couldn’t help but feel very inappropriate relief at his boyfriend’s words. It wasn’t just him then. Kurt continued, “But I know that we can have that, and still be able to laugh at Mr Shue’s latest vest atrocity, or have date nights right here on this couch.”

Blaine felt better at Kurt’s words. Blaine often had the feeling that what they had was special, different to high school romances, but Kurt’s affirmation made a warmth spread through his chest.

“Thank you,” Blaine said, as he put his lips to Kurt’s again, soft and lingering.

“For what?” Kurt replied against Blaine’s lips, but Blaine knew that he understood. Blaine’s show of confidence was the best way to hide his insecurity, but it was being exposed more and more when he was around Kurt.  

Kurt and Blaine continued their slow kisses, tracing each other’s mouths until they drifted to sleep, still wrapped in each other.

Kurt was kissing him, running his hands down over his thighs in light barely there touches. Hot breath in his ear, tender licks and nips to his collarbone. Then Blaine could feel a buildup of pleasure, not pinpointed to any part of his body, more like a vague haze of bliss that added to the dream state he was in.

Then, the pleasure became sharper, and Blaine could feel a smooth hand moving over his erection, pumping him hard and fast, pulling him from sleep.

“Oh,” Blaine’s mouth was already open in a cry before he could comprehend what was happening. He opened his eyes to see Kurt leaning towards him, surrounded by a view of the living room, dulled in the early morning light. Kurt kissed him, silencing the moans that were pouring out of Blaine’s open mouth, keeping his hand in time to Blaine’s small involuntary thrusts.

“Morning,” Kurt said, pulling back slightly, slowing his hand slightly. “Okay, I know that getting off isn’t what we want to base our relationship on, but you had a problem and I thought I could help. That’s what it’s based on.”

Blaine loved this logic. He could only nod his head in agreement, while he pulled Kurt in to kiss him again. It was another few seconds before he broke the kiss, remembering where they were. He threw his head to look at the doorway, but Kurt tipped it back to look at him again.

“It’s really early, no one’s awake yet.”

That was all Blaine needed to know, completely releasing himself to the pleasure and moaning, his hips moving even faster against the tight fist of Kurt’s hand. When the pressure in his stomach began coiling tightly, Blaine threw his head back with a slightly muffled shout, “Kurt!”

Kurt’s hand kept moving up and down his length as Blaine started coming, eyes squeezed shut and his mouth open in a silent scream. When his panting breath started to slow, he opened his eyes and found Kurt staring at him with an awed expression.

“You don’t know how incredibly hot you look when you come,” Kurt said, his voice almost shaking with arousal. Blaine, however, felt his cheeks flush at the compliment, and he sat up, pulling his pants up as he did. When he was covered again, Blaine sat forward putting his lips against Kurt’s neck.

In between kisses, Blaine whispered, “That was a really great way to wake up, thank you.”

While Kurt hummed his acknowledgement, Blaine moved his hand to palm over Kurt’s own erection, causing him to whine from the back of his throat. When he moved his hand to toy with the waistband of Kurt’s pants, Blaine whispered in his ear, “Do you think we could try something new?”

Kurt opened his eyes to look at him, and Blaine elaborated, “I want to suck you off.”

At Kurt’s wide eyed look, Blaine hastened to add, “But only if you’re comfortable with it. It’s just something that I’ve wanted to do for you.”

Kurt nodded his head slowly, and leaned back into the couch, giving Blaine a small smile.

“Yes, I want you to,” he said.

Blaine hastened to get his feet untangled from their blanket nest, and moved to rest on the floor between Kurt’s legs. He slowly pulled down Kurt’s pajama pants, lifting his shirt too, until it was resting just above his belly button. Blaine wrapped his hand around Kurt’s erection, and gave it a few pumps, leaning down to kiss his way down the trail of hair leading from his navel to his flushed cock.

Blaine eyed the swollen head of Kurt’s cock, taking in the steady stream of precome leaking from the slit, and leaned his head forward until his hot breath touched over it. Kurt was fidgeting under his scrutiny, but cried out loudly as Blaine moved his tongue to lick over the head. Blaine quickly retreated, turning his head to look toward the door, making sure that they were still undisturbed. Blaine could see that it was still very early judging from the light filtering in, but he couldn’t afford for Kurt to wake up anyone in the house.

“Kurt, you are going to have to be quieter,” Blaine whispered.

Kurt nodded his head wildly before softly saying, “Sorry, I’m trying, it just feels so amazing already.”

At this praise, Blaine smiled and moved his head back to Kurt’s cock, still held in his grasp. He moved his lips over the head, exploring the texture and taste with his mouth, before backing off to lick a line up the full length of Kurt’s erection.

Kurt was moving his head from side to side, muffled groans escaping his lips at Blaine’s movements. Blaine, for one, was very much enjoying this teasing, getting more and more used to the taste of Kurt on his tongue, appreciating the way he throbbed when Blaine wrapped his lips around the head and sucked lightly.

This wasn’t enough though. Blaine wanted this to be amazing for Kurt, and so he left his hand where it was wrapped around the base of Kurt’s cock, and started sinking his mouth down even further along his length. He could feel Kurt struggling to keep his hips still under his movements, and Blaine really appreciated that as he forced himself down.

His jaw was stretched rather uncomfortably and his lips were being pulled awkwardly as he tried to keep them over his teeth. All too soon, Blaine realized that he couldn’t fit any more of Kurt’s length into his mouth, and used his free hand to measure how much he had left out. Blaine tried not to let his disappointment show; this was his first blowjob after all. In the past, if Blaine came across something that he was not naturally good at, he worked until he was. He could work on this.

Blaine raised his lips towards the head of Kurt’s cock again, sucking hard, and was surprised when Kurt started thrashing above him.

“Oh, God, yes,” Kurt was panting into the stillness of the house. “Blaine!”

Blaine suddenly felt about ten million times better about himself, and started moving up and down on Kurt’s cock a bit faster. It seemed like Kurt was really enjoying himself, and as Blaine tried to lift his head slightly to look at Kurt, he saw his eyes fixed on Blaine, watching the rise and fall of Blaine’s lips around his cock. It was always surprising to Blaine how praise from Kurt made him feel. He was untouchable right now.

Soon, Blaine noticed that with every time his lips went down around Kurt, he was able to take more into his mouth. It still wasn’t up to the standards that Blaine had set for himself, but he was getting better already.

Blaine was in the zone, swiping his tongue around Kurt, but was brought back by Kurt reaching his hands forward and tangling them in his hair. Kurt was tugging at the curls, and Blaine’s first thought was oh, that’s nice, don’t stop that, but then he realized that Kurt was trying to get him to back off.

“Blaine, I’m close, Blaine!” Kurt was saying, but Blaine had a plan for how this was going to go, and he had always known that he wanted to swallow his first time. Blaine attempted to say something like this to Kurt, but instead what came out was a muffled sounding, “wannnnnnssp” from around his cock.

At the vibrations of Blaine’s voice, Kurt threw his head back, and Blaine quickly pulled his lips back to the head as Kurt started coming with a drawn out cry. Blaine started moving the hand at the base of Kurt’s cock quickly up and down, helping him through it. Blaine took only a second to appreciate the taste of Kurt on his tongue before he was swallowing, only a few trickles escaping his mouth, running down his lips and chin. It was the most erotic thing Blaine had ever done.

When Kurt was spent, Blaine moved his mouth away, and cleaned up his face with a finger, trailing it over the lines of come, and putting it into his mouth to suck it clean. Kurt was just looking at Blaine with an incredulous expression, before Blaine moved to sit right next to him, wrapping his arms around Kurt and kissing him on the mouth. Kurt moaned into the kiss, a soft, tired sound, and then pulled back to whisper, “That was amazing. Blaine, it was incredible, I can’t even-,” but was silenced when Blaine put his lips back on Kurt’s.

“Thank you,” Blaine said, the compliments making his head swim. He had done that for his boyfriend, and it was amazing.

When Kurt started dozing against Blaine’s chest, Blaine didn’t wake him. He just wanted to keep him close, everything that they had just done making Blaine ache for knowing that Kurt would have to go back to his room soon to resume the façade. But for now, he kept his arms around his boyfriend, and one ear trained on the door, ready for any sounds to break the silence of the house.