Kurt smirked mischievously to himself as he opened the door of the coffee shop and looked around for the familiar gel-topped head and uniform-clad body that belonged to his boyfriend.

As usual, Blaine had arrived slightly earlier than Kurt and had ordered their morning coffee. He was stood at the counter collecting them when Kurt arrived and turned to see Kurt walking towards him with a determined look in his eye. He didn't stop when he was a foot or so away, instead invading Blaine's personal space, taking a second to note that Blaine was clean shaven - good, that'd make it easier to measure - before pressing their lips together heatedly. If he was going to do this, he was going to do this properly, right?

Blaine struggled to keep his grip on the coffee safe - he didn't want to squeeze the cups and get hot liquid on his hands or loosen his grip and drop them and get it all over his feet. Luckily for him, Kurt pulled away before a disaster could occur.

"This one mine?" Kurt took a cup from Blaine, attempting to keep the victorious look from his face and voice nonchalant when he saw how stunned and adorably flustered Blaine looked. He cleared his throat roughly.

"Uh…yeah, I think so, probably." The kiss had taken him by surprise - they rarely kissed in public, what with the attitudes of people living in Ohio, and even then it was a quick peck at the most.

Kurt turned, lead them to their usual table and sat down. He made sure to push his chair in enough so he could rub his legs against Blaine's. Which he did. Not constantly, just occasionally when he thought Blaine might not be expecting it.

It was obvious Blaine was trying to hide his reaction, biting his lip and staring down at his coffee for a moment to compose himself when he felt the pressure of Kurt's leg against his. Alas, there's not much one can do to hide blushing and Blaine blushed quite a bit.

Kurt did his best to act as though he were doing nothing, talking about his shopping trip at the weekend, deciding to leave out the fact that he'd bought the book of facts just in case, by some strange twist of fate, Blaine became suspicious as to what Kurt was doing and somehow linked the two.

And Blaine tried his best to act as though Kurt was doing nothing too, contributing to the conversation what he could, though Kurt noticed, and admittedly loved, the way his breath hitched slightly in the middle of some of his sentences.

All too soon, it was time for them to leave to go to their respective schools. After finishing their coffees, they stood and left the shop.

Kurt walked Blaine to his car, however, he didn't get the chance unlock it as Kurt, after casting a cautious glance around to check no-one was watching, trapped Blaine between his body and the car door and crashed their lips together for a second time that morning.

He heard Blaine let out a low moan and felt fingers rush to his face to hold it there. He clutched at Blaine's hips and ran his tongue along his bottom lip before sucking on it for a second then pulling away. Blaine followed his movement, whining quietly when their lips parted. Kurt smiled.

"Have fun at school." He winked, kissing Blaine quickly again then strode over to his own car, pausing to wave to Blaine who weakly waved back, still having not quite recovered, before getting in and making his way to McKinley.

Kurt had thought the whole thing through the night before. Though the book had said sex, he figured the effects would be the same if it was a long and rather intense make-out session was being anticipated instead, since they hadn't actually had sex yet and were both waiting until they were definitely ready.

He'd compiled all the knowledge he had of romantic films and decided on what he was going to do.

While sat being bored to death in double History, he decided that it was the right time to initiate the next step.

He slid out his phone carefully, making sure the teacher was definitely busy at the other side of the room before sending a message to Blaine.

The house should be empty tonight. Dad and Finn are going to a game and Carole's working late. Fancy coming round? x

He toyed with the idea of a wink-face, eventually deciding against it; he thought they were kind of tacky. Kurt quickly pressed send before putting his phone back into his pocket. It didn't take long for it to vibrate with Blaine's reply.

Sure, what time do you want me? x

Kurt took his time in replying. Making Blaine wait occasionally could be fun. He told him any time after four would be fine.

Kurt arrived home at half past three to find, as expected, that no-one was in. He went up to his room and looked at himself in the mirror before deciding he should change into something else. He pulled on a light grey button-down, a dark red tie and some of the tightest black jeans he owned. He fixed his hair in the mirror, smiling to himself before heading back downstairs to sit in the living room.

There was the most recent copy of Vogue on the coffee table and Kurt picked it up, flicking to an article he wanted to re-read.

He didn't get far since there was a knock on the door a few minutes later. Kurt looked up at the clock. It was dead on four o'clock. He smiled and got up to answer the door.

It was Blaine. Of course it was Blaine. Kurt started to say hi but he was cut off.

"Is there anyone in?" Blaine asked quickly, cautious as ever.

"Like I said, everyone's out." Kurt had barely gotten the words out when Blaine closed the space between them, kissing Kurt hungrily. Kurt managed to shut the front door before Blaine pushed him up against the wall.

"I've been thinking about you all day," he gasped, attacking Kurt's neck with open-mouthed kisses.

"I've been thinking about you too," Kurt murmured. At that point he remembered what his plan was and brought his hands to cup Blaine's face. He pulled their lips together and rubbed his hands along the length of Blaine's jaw.

There was definitely stubble there. The feeling of it made Kurt shiver a little. For a second, Kurt realised he didn't really have anything to compare it to, but the thought was soon forgotten because Blaine had hold of his tie and was pulling him towards the stairs.

Kurt thought it had been a rather successful first investigation.