Blaine heard the soft sounds of Kurts singing from downstairs, which made him smile despite his dread over taking a boy to the dance. Running his fingers through his hair, he turned to Burt when he came in with a pop can. He bent down and handed it to Blaine, "You look like you need it." He rubbed Blaines shoulder as he walked by, throwing himself onto another couch. "You look good. Youll be fine, kiddo. Thanks for taking him."

Clearing his throat, Blaine shoved a piece of hair off his face, "Im happy to." That was all he said as he opened the can and stuck it against his mouth. The cool drink hit his tongue like ice, which jolted him from his numbness. He didnt know what to expect, so he guessed it was good that he felt nothing instead of worry.

He heard Kurts feet patting on the stairs and glanced over at the door. Quickly standing up, he watched the door open and Kurt pop out. Blaines jaw dropped at how gorgeous Kurt looked in a tight, blue dress and white high heels with glitter sparkling on his face and in his perfectly coiffed hair. At Blaines wide eyed expression, Kurt giggled and twirled, one of his heels kicking up. "Do you like it? I feel so pretty."

"You look beautiful." Blaine managed after a few seconds of searching for words for how indescribably gorgeous Kurt was. "Kurt, youre so lovely."

Kurt did a little pose with his arms up, then he burst into giggles and tossed his head back. "Im so happy that youre taking me to the dance." Padding towards Blaine, Kurt sighed and tilted his head, "Oh, Blaine, youre so handsome. Ill love having your arms around me." He giggled when Blaine wrapped him in his arms and tugged him against him. "Oh, Blaine! I have a surprise for you!"

"Hes just full of surprises." Burt muttered from the corner of his mouth, leaning forward to scoot a tiny box on the table closer to his bouncing son.

"I love surprises! Like birthday presents that are sensible heels... my favorite." Kurt chirped, holding the tiny box out for Blaine.

Blaine grinned and took it from him, thumbing it open. There was a blue boutonniere inside with tiny, midnight colored petals wrapped around the rose. Reaching for Blaines dark coat, Kurt swiped the flower from him and pinned it against his chest. He smoothed his hands over Blaines stomach as he admired the little flower, his dimples popped and eyes shimmering. "Very, very handsome."

"Thank you." Blaine muttered, touching the flower, then he looked back up at Kurts beautiful face. Everything about him was perfect from his round eyes to that playful smile, and it made Blaines skin warm to think that he was completely his. Cupping Kurts soft cheek, he smiled as Kurt pressed into his hand, his thick lashes batting as he nuzzled Blaines rough palm. "I have something for you."

"A present for me?" Kurt squeaked, bouncing on his toes. "Thats so kind of you." He watched Blaine reach in his back pocket for the tiny box, and he happily took it when he held it out. Popping it open, Kurt squealed at the pretty flower within. "Oh, Blaine, I love it!" Tossing himself into Blaines arms, he giggled when Blaine took it and slipped it into his hair.

Kurt twirled in a circle until he got dizzy and almost tumbled into Blaine. Quickly catching him and holding him against his chest, Blaine heard Kurt purr with happiness. "Arent I pretty? Dad, we have to take pictures before we go!"

"Okay, okay..." Burt sighed and got to his feet, going to get the camera. Left alone with Kurt, Blaine felt him leave his grip to skip over to the fireplace, posing in front of it. Kurt put his hands on his hips and made a silly face, making Blaine grin.

"Blaine, come pose with me! You can put your arms around me like this, and Ill hold onto your shoulders." Kurt waved Blaine over, so Blaine walked across the room and collected Kurt against his chest. Snuggling into Blaine, Kurt tucked his head under his chin and sighed.

His dad walked back into the room with the camera at his nose, clicking it on. "Okay, just a few, Kurt." He held the camera up, and Kurt happily smiled against Blaines neck. Holding him close, Blaine grinned down at the top of his blond head, his sweet perfume so close to Blaines nose and his soft hair tickling his chin. After Burt snapped a couple, Kurt lifted his head and, to Blaines surprise, kissed his cheek.

They finished their photo shoot with that pose, and even after Burt put the camera down, neither of them wanted to move. Kurts lips were so soft and warm, and Blaine wanted to turn his head and take his mouth. Once Burt walked away, Blaine quickly bent his neck and pressed their mouths. "I love you," he whispered in Kurts ear, and Kurt trembled.

"Oh, Blaine..." he sighed, stroking Blaines hard jaw, "I love you, too." Smiling, he pressed into Blaines chest and hugged him. "Are you happy to be going to this dance with me?"

"Im happy," Blaine muttered, and he nuzzled Kurts cheek with his nose. Putting his hand at Kurts waist, Blaine led him toward the door. "Burt, were leaving."

"Have a nice time." Burt called from the kitchen, "Blaine, be careful with my baby."

Blaine opened the door for Kurt and helped him outside, instantly peeling his jacket off and draping it over Kurts shoulders when he trembled. "Oh, thank you." Kurt peeped, reaching for Blaines hand. He wrapped his tiny fingers around his calloused knuckles and squeezed.

Walking up to the car with Kurt, he opened the passenger door and boosted Kurt inside. Kurt wiggled out of the jacket and draped it over his chest, bundling himself in it. Blaine thought he looked sweet, and he smiled as he bent for a kiss. As comforting as Kurts gentle presence was, Blaine still felt like he had to throw up because of his fear of who he thought used to be his friends. He was anxious of being hurt again.

Blaine held onto the back of Kurts dress as they walked into the school, people bumping into his shoulders and staring at him as he passed. Nervously brushing his hair off his face, Blaine took a step closer to Kurt and wrapped his hand around his waist. Kurt looked at him and smiled, "Do you want to dance with me?"

Swallowing thickly, Blaine followed him into the gym, where bodies were grinding and people were yelling at each other. A few of them glanced at him, and they instantly smirked and whispered. "N-No." He muttered, but his voice was too quiet and was muffled by the blaring music. "Are you thirsty? Ill get you a drink."

Kurt touched his throat, then he murmured, "Maybe a little. May I have water?"

"Ill get you whatever you want." Blaine searched for the drink stand, then he led Kurt over to it. It wasnt that crowded, much to his relief, and he quickly paid for their drinks. He gave Kurt the water and took the pop for himself. Putting his hand at his waist again, Blaine guided him to an empty table, away from the majority of people, and helped him sit down.

Kurt hummed along to the beat of the song, a smile on his face as he watched everyone dance. Blaine realized he wanted to talk to people and dance, and he felt bad. "Kurt... you dont have to stay with me."

Turning to Blaine with wide eyes, Kurt shook his head, "Oh, no. Im having fun with you." He touched Blaines hands and his smile widened. "I love being with you. And I know Ill have a dance with you." Giggling, Kurt scooted to the edge of his chair and cuddled into Blaines side. His voice suddenly softened and he looked concerned, "Are you not happy?"

"Im happy to be with you." Blaine said honestly, wrapping his arms around Kurt. The movement terrified him and he watched for peoples reactions, but no one seemed to notice. Kissing the top of Kurts head, he muttered, "What song do you want to dance to with me?"

"Mm..." Kurt tapped his chin, his brows furrowing as he considered this, "a slow song... with pretty, romantic lyrics. You can wrap your arms around my waist, and Ill lay my head on your chest. Itll be just like Cinderellas dance with Prince Charming."

Blaine chuckled at that, kissing Kurts cheek. Hearing him start humming again and feeling his little foot tap on the top of his shoe, Blaine stroked his fingers through his soft hair and watched the people around them. It wasnt that interesting, so Blaine turned away and looked out the window. It was still light out, but just barely, so he could see shadows of people.

Blaine noticed a large form in one of the cars, and he instantly recognized that big body. He wondered what Karofsky was doing, then he noticed another body underneath his. Karofsky seemed to be getting up and reaching over to open the door. Almost falling out, Karofsky staggered to keep his balance as he zipped up his pants. The other person followed him, and Blaine raised his brows at Brittany. It wasnt a surprise, seeing both of their reputations, but he was disgusted.

Flicking his eyes away, he saw a few of the jocks standing a couple feet away, staring at him and Kurt. He instantly stiffened and tightened his protective arms around Kurt, which made him murmur. Lifting his blue eyes to Blaines hard face, Kurt whispered, "Blaine, whats wrong?"

A few other guys were approaching, so Blaine quickly got to his feet, startling Kurt. He desperately searched the crowds of people and saw Puck and Finn by the snack bar, and he pulled Kurt in that direction. "Blaine-" Kurt tried, his voice very soft, but then he noticed Puck and Finn as they got near them.

Puck, who was chewing on a piece of candy, glanced over at them and lowered his brows. "Hey... Blaine. And Kurt. Whats going on?"

"Hello." Kurt peeped, just as confused. He returned his attention to Blaine, who took a step away from him.

Blaine pulled Finn aside, "I need you to look after Kurt for a few minutes. Keep him near you." Walking away before Finn could say a word, he took Kurt in his arms again, "Ill be back in a minute. Stay with Finn and Puck."

"Where are you going?" Kurt mumbled, but Blaine walked away from him. He looked around for the jocks again, but he couldnt see them anymore. He was still bothered by the disgusted looks on their faces, and he wanted to get them away from Kurt in case they were still following them.

Heading for the bathroom, Blaine watched for them, and he found a group of jocks in the corner. One of them was Karofsky, who seemed bothered by something as he shuffled his feet and scratched his nape. He ignored him and slipped into the bathroom, almost wanting them to corner him in there. At least they would be away from Kurt.

After a few seconds, when no one showed up, Blaine figured he was just being paranoid. Going over to the sinks, Blaine blasted the water so he couldnt hear himself think. He ducked his head under the faucet and drenched his face and some of his hair, but it felt good. Scrubbing his palms over his throbbing forehead, Blaine lifted his head after a minute. He turned off the water and reached for a towel to dry himself off, but hissed and whipped around when he felt someones hand on his ass. He knew it wasnt Kurt because the hand was too large and he was too shy to ever touch Blaine like that.

He didnt have two seconds to react before he was yanked against someones big chest, a pair of lips smothering his. There was such a bad odor and taste that he almost gagged, and he slammed his fists into the persons chest. Opening his eyes after the person stumbled off of him, Blaine inhaled sharply at the sight of Karofsky.

He was rubbing his shoulder and wiping his face, which was screwed up in a grimace. "Why did you kiss me?" That was the only thing Blaine wanted to know, but he was interrupted by the door swinging open.

"Blaine, they-!" Finn stuck his head in and his eyes widened, "Oh. Uh... Karofsky? Were you guys getting ready to fight?"

"No." Blaine was still trying to figure things out, so he stuck to silence until he could. "Wheres Kurt? I need to take him home."

Finn hesitated to shut the door, his huge eyes on a panting Karofsky. Ignoring him, Blaine scanned the room for Kurt. Following him after he got a few steps away, Finn hurried after Blaine. "Kurts alright... hes with Puck. But... wait, they need you on the gym stage. Youve been voted homecoming king."

Blaine looked at Finn as if he was insane, "What? I dont want it." Crossing his arms over his chest, he continued to search for Kurt, "Im taking Kurt home now-" His eyes widened when a spotlight swung over him, and he realized he was the center of attention. Whipping around, Blaine desperately looked for Kurt, needing to get out of there.

Finn pulled Blaine by his shirt, and he shoved him toward the stairs, "Youve got to go, Blaine."

Shoveling his fingers through his hair, he looked up at the stage where someone stood with a crown. He turned back around and stared at the kids near him, a few of them watching him but others looking away without interest. He needed to see Kurt, but he couldnt find him anywhere.

Finn pushed him again, and Blaine stumbled onto the first stair. He wanted to hold onto Finn, but he realized it was too late to run away. Staggering up the rest of the steps, he kept his eyes away from everyone below him. The person on stage held his crown out, and Blaine put his shaky hand around it. Hearing someone yell something rude from the crowd, Blaine turned his head and saw everyone staring at him. He took a step back and started to close his eyes, but then he noticed a glittery form near the back of the room.

Focusing on Kurt, he saw how worried he looked, his blue eyes wide and his pink lips parted. He suddenly turned around and jumped as he noticed something, so Blaine followed his gaze. The entire football team was walking to the front of the gym with cups in their hands. He jerked away from them and looked for somewhere to hide, somewhere to run, but just as he headed for the stairs they lifted their hands.

The chunks of ice slapped his skin and the bitter liquid burned his eyes, but he thought he heard someone shriek at the football players to stop. After they finished throwing, he could make out no noise at all, everyone absolutely silent, and he knew that he-the victim of the Slushies-had everyones attention. Unsure whether to be more humiliated or hurt, Blaine managed to stay surprisingly still as the shock of everything made him want to just run. He rubbed his stinging eyes, which only made it worse, and he was even more embarrassed as tears ran down his cheeks.

Swallowing thickly, he wrapped his arms around his shaking body. He was startled when he heard someone squealing, and he lifted his head and saw Kurt in Finns arms, squirming to get loose. He shrieked at him to let him go, his tiny face scrunched with tears. Blaine was desperate to comfort Kurt, but there was no way to get to him.

Unable to take any more, Blaine searched for the nearest exit and found a door a few feet away, so he ran off the stage and pushed through it. He realized that, running away from his kingdom, he was no longer king. He was starting to doubt that he was ever on top of the school.

For whatever reason, those thoughts didnt bother him the way they should have. He cried because Kurt was the only one who wanted to help him. And Blaine couldnt even kiss him in public. He felt so pathetic.

Pushing through the locker room doors, Blaine sank to his knees in front of his locker and let the tears come faster and faster. He usually hated crying, but tonight he hated it a little less than he hated himself.

"Finn, let go! Please!" Kurt shrieked, crying against Finns chest. "Blaine is hurt and I need to go to him-!"

"Kurt, stop!" Finn shouted, holding onto his shoulders to keep him still. "Go get in Blaines car! Im going to find him. Hush... calm down."

"No... you dont understand. Oh, this is all my fault." Kurts face turned bright red and he hiccupped. "If only I hadnt ever come here, Blaine wouldnt be going through this. I dont w-want him to hate me. I have to talk to him. Let me go. Everyone is inside, even Karofsky. No one will hurt me." After Finn didnt say anything, Kurt pushed his bottom lip out and begged, "Please, I cant just leave him."

It took Finn a minute to reply, his eyes huge with dread. Kurts tears dripped off his nose and chin, and he looked so sad. Finn finally blew out heavily and let him go. "Fine, but Im staying here. Ill come to find you if I think anythings wrong."

"Oh, thank you!" Kurt whirled around and ran toward the locker rooms, where he thought Blaine might be. His heels wobbled and he started to tumble, but he quickly righted himself. "Blaine!" Tears spilled from his eyes as he hurried to the locker room. "Blaine." Kurt touched the heavy door and slipped inside. His heels clicked against the floor, which alerted Blaine.

His hoarse voice growled, "Whoever the fuck you are, Im already soaked in Slushie. You cant do much worse than this to me."

Shivering at Blaines harsh tone, Kurt peeked around the corner and saw Blaine against a wall, his knees to his chest and his chin resting on them. Tears slipped from his eyes as Slushie chunks dripped off his curls, soaking his lap and around his legs. His light blue undershirt had turned a splotchy, grape purple from the red dye. His boutonniere laid beside his hip, but the flowers were falling apart. A couple of the petals had fallen off, and the rest were dyed plum purple. Blaines fingers obsessively stroked the stem of the flower, even though his face was turned away from it.

A tear flirted with Kurts lashes, but he brushed it away and stepped toward Blaine, who kept his cold eyes to the floor, his chapped lips trembling from the cold. "Blaine," Kurt whispered, plopping on his butt and putting his little hands on Blaines thigh. "Im so sorry. This is all my fault and Im so, so sorry-"

"You didnt ask for this to happen." Blaine muttered, still playing with the petals. "This isnt your fault."

"Yes, it is." Kurt insisted, and he touched Blaines arm. At last, a pair of golden eyes lifted to his face, revealing a scratch on his cheek. Shaking his head, Kurt covered his mouth with his hand, "Its all my fault because Im gay and I like you very much, but being with you... like this..." he touched Blaines cheek, then sobbed a little, "is very bad because youre straight. I promise, Ill tell everyone you dont like me-"

Blaine suddenly felt very tense in his arms, and he turned his head and kissed Kurts cheek, "Dont tell anyone that." He whispered in his ear, making Kurt shiver at the warm air blowing on his cheek. "I like you."

"You do?" Kurt peeped, his voice quivering. "Oh, but, Blaine, youre unhappy. And youre hurt." He touched the raw spot on Blaines cheek, but held onto his chest when Blaine tugged him onto his lap.

"Sweetheart, come here. Lay your head on my chest... Ill hold you." Bundling Kurt up, he rested him against his chest. "Shh... Kurt, Ive got you. Im right here." He cuddled Kurt and made him melt with his sweet kisses on his hair.

After a few seconds of snuggling with Blaine, Kurt sniffed, "You were hurt because of me."

"Oh, baby," Blaine squeezed him, closing every distance between them. "No... I promise, that wasnt your fault. Those guys are... assholes." He sighed heavily, remembering that he used to be just like them. Rubbing his sore spot, he winced and put his hand on Kurts leg. Kurt cooed at him, cupping his throbbing cheek and pressing a kiss to it. "See... you would never want me to be hurt."

"Never, ever," Kurt agreed softly, pushing ice out of Blaines hair. "Are you cold? Youre shivering... you should wash the ice off."

Blaine looked at the locker showers, "Okay. Can you lock the doors, please?" Getting to his feet, Blaine shrugged his jacket off his shoulders. Kurt held his hands out, so Blaine gave it to him.

"Ill run some water over the stains." He chirped, folding the jacket then taking Blaines shirt. Blaine dropped his pants and boxers and kicked off his shoes, and Kurt turned pink as he helplessly gazed between Blaines muscular, brown thighs. His eyes lifted and he realized hed been caught ogling, so he squeaked and scurried away, which made Blaine grin.

Blaine watched him play with the lock on the door, then he walked bare ass over to the showers. He stepped inside one of the stalls and twisted a few knobs until a stream of warm water coated his icy skin, washing away bits of ice and syrup. Shivering, he reached up to his hair and pushed his heavy locks off his face, tilting his head back so his chocolate curls got most of the spray. He heard Kurt turn on a faucet in the sink, then the sound of water gushing and scrubbing.

"Babe," Blaine said above the running water, "what should I wear while my clothes dry?"

Kurt took a minute to reply, and for a second Blaine thought he hadnt heard him until he said softly, "Dont you have something in your locker from football? Like a jersey? Whats your combination?"

"Your birthday." Blaine replied, and Kurt padded across the floor toward Blaines locker. From his position in the shower and with the curtain open he could see Kurt twisting the lock. The lock snapped open and Kurt began skimming through his padding. Blaine looked him over and paused at the sweet curve of his ass, round and perky underneath his dress, and he shifted his weight as his cock tightened.

Kurt knelt down to search the lower half of his locker, and the skirt of his dress peeled up a little to reveal his spankies and the bottom of his arse. Swallowing thickly, Blaine wrapped his fingers around his moist cock. Pumping himself twice, Blaine bit the inside of his cheek to hold down a moan and tightened his grip on his dribbling tip.

"Oh, look!" Kurt cried out, holding up a piece of paper. "I found a picture of me!" He giggled behind his fingers, his eyes glittery. "And I found your jersey and stirrup pants." He wrinkled his nose at those. He peeked over his shoulder unexpectedly, and before Blaine could lower his hand and hide his stiff cock from Kurt, Kurts eyes became huge and his mouth fell open.

Blaine spun towards the wall, flashing Kurt a bold image of his ass. "Ill be done soon. Thank you for finding my-"

"Oh." Kurt squeaked, and Blaine briefly looked over his shoulder to see the bright blush in his cheeks. "You were cupping y-yourself."

Blaine didnt know what to say, his mouth slightly parted. Kurt was so shy with sex, and he didnt want to frighten him. "Y-Yes. I-I-" Clearing his throat, he tried to get himself to calm down, his cock still throbbing. He started to press himself against the wall, but suddenly jerked around when he heard a zipper. His jaw fell as he stared at Kurt, who was wiggling out of his dress.

His cheeks were rosy when he popped out of the dress, and he was nibbling his bottom lip. "Do you want me..." his voice softened to a whisper, and he wrapped his arms around himself, "to come in with you?"

Blaine thought Kurt was so beautiful, all round curves and creamy skin. His mouth watered, and he held his hand out. Kurt touched Blaines fingertips, but he was trembling and couldnt twitch a toe. Realizing how nervous Kurt was, Blaine stepped out of the shower and pressed his hands to Kurts hips. In a quick movement, he lifted Kurt against his chest, and Kurt looped his arms and legs around Blaines neck and waist.

Blaine stumbled as he slipped back under the shower, distracted by how good Kurt felt naked and slippery against him. Kurts hands slid down Blaines muscular back and he pressed his face to Blaines neck, his eyes fluttering shut. Cupping Kurts dimpled arse in his hands, Blaine boosted him a little higher and whispered in his ear, "Its okay, sweetheart. Dont be nervous. Hold onto me... Youre so beautiful, Kurt. Im the luckiest man in the world."

Kurt whimpered when Blaines bobbing arousal brushed the bottom of his thigh, and he tightened his legs. Gasping just from holding a naked Kurt against him, Blaine backed against the wall so the warm spray hit Kurts cool back. Making a soft sound, Kurt tilted his head into the spray, the water running down his neck and chest. Blaine slid his hands up Kurts small back, and he bent his neck to nuzzle his lips into one of Kurts pink, tight nipples, where a few water droplets had gathered. Kurt cried out and tangled his fingers in Blaines hair, pushing him harder onto the sensitive peak. Blaine lapped his tongue over the nipple and sucked it into his mouth, holding it gently between his teeth. He suckled carefully and lifted one hand off Kurts back in favor of touching Kurts belly button, a surprising place that made Kurt melt.

He pressed his damp finger into the hole and tickled the spot, his other fingers gently scraping along the outside of the hole. Kurt tossed his head back with a breathless moan, and he reached down to take Blaines much larger hand. Spreading his legs, Kurt put his hand between his ass cheeks, and Blaine rubbed up and down. His finger slipped into his warm heat, and he groaned and stroked the inside of Kurt. "Please..." Kurt begged softly, his lashes trembling as he tried to keep his eyes open. "Please, Blaine. Please. I need-Please."

Blaine pulled his finger out, making Kurt cry with disappointment, but he pushed a second against his rim. Kurt stretched against him, forcing his fingers in, then he touched his sweet lips to Blaines. Wedging his fingers deeper, Blaine rubbed Kurts prostate, making Kurt squeak and his toes curl. "Oh," Kurt closed his eyes, "Blaine... I feel so close."

"Shh..." Blaine gasped, slipping his fingers out of Kurt with a noisy pop, "baby, hold on. Ill take care of you." He prodded to put his balmy tip against Kurts rim, but their cocks slipped against each other and Kurt mewled. Pushing himself between Kurts cheeks, Blaine held Kurt tighter and patted his bottom.

Kurt pressed himself onto Blaines tip, and Blaine tossed his head with a low growl as his tip was sucked into Kurt. Leaning against the wall to keep his shaky legs from giving out, Blaine tightened his hands and clutched Kurt as he pressed another inch inside. "Oh... Blaine." Kurt gasped, tears springing from his eyes.

Blaine thrust in another two inches, his body starting to shudder. "Im close, baby!" Turning his face into Kurts cheek, Blaine yelped and almost fell to his knees. His orgasm made him lose all control, and it took all of his strength to hold onto a trembling Kurt.

Lifting his head after he got control again, Blaine kissed Kurts damp, flushed cheek. Kurts pink, moist mouth was parted and he was panting, and Blaine couldnt help but kiss him again. "Thank you." He whispered to Kurt, but interrupted himself with a groan as he spasmed.

Kurt shivered, his huge eyes on Blaines face. He seemed to understand what Blaine wanted to tell him, and he softly smiled. "You take my breath away." Rubbing Blaines chest, Kurt looked a little unhappy as his sweet smile turned into a frown, and Blaine hugged him.

"Whats wrong, my sweetheart?"

Kurt looked up at him, "Oh, no... nothing. Im very happy. Its just... Im a little sad that we never danced. When I was little and watched princess movies... I always thought the most romantic part was when they slow danced... like when Aurora and Prince Phillip dance together in the clouds. I told my best friend that I wanted a man to hold me and dance with me like that, and he took my hands and twirled me around." Scrunching his nose with a sad smile, Kurt nipped his bottom lip. "Its very silly, isnt it?"

"No." Blaine shook his head, putting Kurt on his feet. He stepped out of the shower first and grabbed a towel, then returned to Kurt and gently rubbed his hair. "Its not silly, Kurt. I think its cute." Patting Kurts delicate skin, Blaine pulled him closer. "Well have plenty of dances, Kurt... I promise."

"You do?" Kurts eyes widened. "Oh, Blaine, that sounds wonderful. Well have a dance at prom, of course, and then I like dancing in my room, and if we go to any parties." He kept chattering about all the places he loved to dance as Blaine dried him off, and Blaine smirked at him.

Blaine thought he was adorable when he chattered on and on. Touching Kurts soft cheeks, Blaine felt Kurt jump with surprise, but then he soothed him with a soft peck. Kurt slowly reached for Blaines hair and he tugged it, his nose wrinkling as he giggled into the sweet kiss.

Kurt put his hands in front of the car heater and wiggled his fingertips, warming them. Suddenly, another hand touched his and wrapped around his tiny palm. He looked up at Blaine, who pulled his hand onto his thigh and squeezed. "Let me warm you." Blaine murmured, stroking Kurts fingers one by one.

Smiling at him, Kurt leaned back and pulled his knees to his chest, watching the car turn onto another road. He saw his house at the end of the street and bounced a little, happy to be home, but Blaine turned into a different driveway. Kurt glanced away from his house, which he was eyeing with longing, to the house in front of him. It was Blaines house, but he didnt understand why they were there. "Hm...?"

Blaine turned off the car and unstrapped himself, "You look so worried, baby." He smirked at him, reaching over and cupping his cheek. "Youre fine here." Bending over Kurt, Blaine collected their ruined clothes and tucked them under his arm. "Do you want to sleep at my house tonight? I want to let you in."

Kurt realized what Blaine was trying to say, and it made him feel very nervous. Blaine never let anyone in, so Kurt was happy that he was so trusted. Leaning over, Blaine kissed Kurts cheek, "Y-Yes... Id like to. But..." he glanced at his house, "what if my dad worries? And Ill need a toothbrush and moisturizer and my pajamas-"

"Ill call your dad in the morning." Blaine popped open his car door, but he didnt get out yet. "I have extra toothbrushes and lotion, but you wont need pajamas."

"Oh." Kurt watched Blaine step out of the car and walk around the front of it. He opened Kurts car door and unstrapped him, then slid his arms under his thighs and behind his back. Picking Kurt up, Blaine carried him to his front door. He tucked him under his chin and pulled a key from his pocket, jamming it in the lock and twisting.

His house was quiet when he opened the door, only filled with the humming of the air conditioner. It was a little cold and he felt Kurt shiver, so he tightened his grip. "This is it. My parents wont be home so you can relax." Flipping the lights on, Blaine looked around his fancy house and was a little embarrassed. It was nothing like Kurts simple, cozy home, and he was worried that Kurt might think he was spoiled.

Kurt turned his head to look at everything, from the huge TV to the plump, leather sofas. "I know its a lot." He muttered, carrying Kurt away from the living room. Walking up the stairs, he said, "Me and my brother share the top floor... he only uses it when he comes home, so I have it to myself a lot. The bathroom is two doors down from mine..." He approached his bedroom and hesitated, also feeling nervous about what Kurt would think of his plain room. Hed done little to decorate it, and he knew that Kurt loved to adorn his room.

Opening the door, he let Kurt slide to his feet, and Kurt hopped inside. He immediately started going through his room, his tiny feet padding across his gray carpet. Swallowing thickly when Kurt brushed his fingers over the sleek, black blanket on his bed, Blaine followed him in and sat down on the edge of it. He quickly fixed a crooked picture frame, one of him and Kurt holding onto each other. Kurt searched through his tiny closet, filled with jerseys and sweatpants, then he turned around and bumped into a black, eggshell chair.

Looking at Blaine and smiling, Kurt tapped his chin and said, "I like it. Its very you. Will I be sleeping in here... with you?"

Blaine ran his fingers over the sheets, "Yeah... we can sleep in my bed." Tugging Kurt closer by his hips, Blaine ran his fingers up and down his sides. "Do you have anything you need to do in my bathroom? The toothbrushes are in the cabinet above the sink, and my lotions are underneath."

"Yes." Kurt ran his fingers through Blaines hair, taming the soft curls. "Ill be back in a minute."

Watching Kurt swish out of the room, Blaine sighed and scooted onto his pillows. Left to himself, he figured he could get undressed, so he reached for the bottom of his shirt. He tugged it over his head and threw it aside, then pushed his pants and boxers down his legs. His skin was very dark in the low lighting, a brownish bronze color.

He looked up when he heard the sink turn on from the other room, and he licked his lips with longing. He was happy that Kurt was seeing his room. Rolling onto his side, Blaine reached for his dresser and opened a drawer, pulling out a tube of lube. It was cherry scented, one of Kurts favorites. He put it aside and glanced at a tiny picture of Kurt on that dresser, his eyes glittering as he stared dreamily at the camera. Blaine thought he was very beautiful.

Hearing soft footsteps on the carpet, Blaine flipped onto his back and spotted Kurt in the doorway, wrapped in a red towel from his chest to the tops of his thighs. He was sniffing his hands and smiling, "Mm... your lotion smells amazing. Very flowery... I love flowers."

Blaine smirked at him, "I want to decorate you in flowers... put two over your pink nipples... and one between your little butt cheeks-"

"Oh, Blaine-" Kurt turned bright red, and Blaine laughed.

Holding his arms out, Blaine said, "Come here." Kurt tiptoed across the floor and slipped onto the bed, still clinging to his towel. Blaine took it from him and opened the top of it, then the rest of it peeled apart. He threw it somewhere, but he didnt see where because his entire focus was on that creamy skin.

Kurt instantly curled himself up and wrapped his arms around his knees, shyly keeping himself from Blaine. Sitting up to admire the precious body laid beside his hip, Blaine lifted his eyes to Kurts pink chest and noticed his fingers curling into the blankets nervously, his legs tight together. He carefully touched his hand to one of Kurts red cheeks, rubbing his knuckles across the soft skin. "Spread, sweetheart," he whispered, laying his other hand on Kurts white, soft thigh. "Come on, angel. Open for me. Im going to be gentle with you."

Kurt slowly spread his legs, his hips wriggling as Blaine laid down in the cradle his legs formed. "Are you comfortable?" Blaine asked him, dropping a kiss to his forehead. Nodding, Kurt draped his hands across Blaines shoulders and squeezed the hard skin.

"You have very thick eyelashes," Kurt noticed after Blaine got so close to him. "And I like your eye color. You have beautiful eyes."

One corner of Blaines mouth twisted, and he looked away to hide the redness in his cheeks and neck. "Thank you." He muttered, then returned his attention to Kurt and smiled. "So do you. I love your blue eyes."

Kurt batted his lashes, then he squeaked when Blaine popped open the tube of lube. Blaine quickly reassured him, "Its alright, its just lube. I thought you might be sore after earlier. Do you like the taste of it?" Swiping his finger across the top, he held it up to Kurts mouth.

Kurt suckled his fingers and moaned. "Mm... it tastes yummy... like cherries. Its a little cold."

Blaine squirted a generous amount in his palm and rubbed it between his hands, then he reached between their bodies and touched Kurts thigh. Kurt trembled and pressed himself into the mattress, so Blaine soothed him, "Its okay. Im just making you wet."

Patting below Kurts small cock, Blaine rubbed the little sac and heard Kurt coo with pleasure. He slid lower and circled the tiny hole, so tight and warm, and pricked it with the tip of his finger. "Mm..." Kurt stretched and wrapped his legs around Blaine. "That feels very good."

Blaine chuckled again and pressed his finger past the first ring of muscle, which surprised Kurt as his eyes popped open. "Shh... I wont hurt you. Youre really warm."

Kurt lifted his head from the pillow to watch what Blaine was doing, then he reached between them to rest his hand on Blaines. Pressing him harder against his sex and forcing another inch of his finger in, he sighed and tossed his head back.

"Youre so pretty." Blaine murmured, curling his finger and rubbing Kurts little bundle of nerves, which made him squeak. "Whisper my name. I want to hear your beautiful voice."

Kurt turned his head into the pillow, showing Blaine his flushed cheeks. "Oh... Blaine..." His hips lifted into Blaines, and their cocks rubbed. Blaine growled.

Pulling his finger out, Blaine put his heavy weight against Kurts tiny hole, and he pushed his tip inside. Kurt squeezed him, so tight that Blaine knew he wouldnt last long. Grunting, Blaine slid more of himself inside, and Kurt cried out. The lube made Kurt slick and he was so hot and so tight and Blaine just wanted to lift his legs and pound in and out of him. Controlling himself so he didnt hurt his delicate, little hole, Blaine pushed in as much as he could before Kurt squealed.

He got into a soft rhythm that was gentle enough for Kurt, slowly sliding in and out. Kurt looked exhausted, limp against the pillow as he panted the moist air. His lashes were fluttering on his cheeks and he had a hand tangled in his blond hair, the only streak of color besides his pink lips across Blaines white pillow.

"Do you feel good?" Blaine whispered, reaching down for Kurts cock. He cupped the soft, pink shaft, gently massaging.

Kurt cried out and took Blaines hand, "Very g-good. Oh... Blaine, I cant. Youre so big."

Blaine flushed at the compliment, then he snarled when Kurts tight heat squeezed him again. Bowing over Kurts neck, Blaine licked him, kissing a wet trail to his pointed nipples. He bit one of them and held it between his teeth, hearing Kurt shriek below him.

Kurt came between their chests, drenching Blaines chest hair with a white liquid. After he finished releasing, he went still and breathed deeply, trying to catch his breath. Blaines orgasm took him from behind, and he sprayed between Kurts thighs. Some of it dripped onto the blankets and Kurts inner thighs as he pulled out and rolled beside of Kurt. Instantly taking his weak body in his arms, Blaine stroked his damp hair.

"Im so sleepy." Kurt yawned against his chest, tucking his head under his chin. "Thank you for pleasuring me. I feel so good."

"It was good for me, too." Blaine kissed the side of his head and ran his finger up and down his chest. His skin was shiny with a thin layer of perspiration, and he smelled like perfume and sex and come. Blaine was so hard. "I want to keep you like this forever. You look so good. We could go somewhere only we know."

Kurt smiled, kissing Blaines red nipple, "I know somewhere only we know." One of his eyes opened, "But we cant go there now because Im going to snooze!"

"Then Im going to ravish you in your sleep." Flipping Kurt onto his stomach, Blaine climbed on top of him and felt him shake with giggles. Nibbling his ear, he smiled and pressed a kiss to his hair. He watched Kurt fall asleep, his face softening and his cheeks turning pink. A tiny smile played at his lips as he slept, and he sighed Blaines name. He was so beautiful, and Blaine was happy that they both knew somewhere only they knew.