Blaine spent most of the next day sleeping off his injuries, rolled over on his stomach and snoring and drooling into Kurts pillows. The only time he woke was to sit up and eat some soup, then he would fall over again and go right back to sleep. Sometimes Kurt would readjust a crooked leg or an arm that was hanging off the edge of the bed, but for the most part Blaine was left to heal, and he was more than okay with that. He not only needed the rest to heal, but the day away from Karofsky and the stress of the football players constantly hovering over him and getting footballs chucked at him was more than he could have ever asked for. For the first time ever, he was grateful for Karofskys hateful abuse.

That evening, when he stretched awake and couldnt go back to sleep because hed almost been asleep for that entire day, he rolled onto his sore back and inhaled sharply when he realized there was another body beside of him. Flipping onto his side, Blaine eyed Kurt, who was curled up on the other side of the bed and hugging a pillow. His cheek was squished to the pile of fluff, and his lashes were fluttering on his cheeks. Blaine figured that he must have been exhausted from not only checking on his dad last night and all of today, but also Blaine.

Wetting his dry lips, Blaine moved a little closer to Kurt, hearing him sigh. He stared at the boy beside of him, and he hesitantly lifted his hand and touched Kurts cheek. Kurts lashes batted and his lips trembled, but then he settled down again. Blaine found himself captivated by Kurt, his pink lips and his rosy cheeks. He hadnt known Kurt for very long, but Blaine couldnt see himself ever being without him, like hed always been with Kurt.

Frowning at himself for sounding so crazy, he scooted closer to Kurt and took him into his arms, making him squeak and curl his toes. He smoothed Kurts hair off his forehead, pressing a kiss to the spot. Kurts eyes popped open, and Blaine instantly felt bad for stirring him. Kurt squirmed even closer to him and quietly mewled. Turning his head, Blaine pressed their mouths, and he couldnt remember why this was so wrong or who had forbade it.

When they pulled apart, both of them nuzzled each other, their noses bumping and cheeks brushing. Blaine didnt want to let him go, so he tightened his grip around him to show him that he couldnt leave Blaine. "How do you feel?" Kurt quietly chirped, his hands coming to Blaines back and stroking up and down. "You look much better, my dear."

"Im fine." Blaine said lowly, pressing a kiss to Kurts shoulder. "Thank you... for being there for me, Kurt. You didnt have to do this."

"How could I have left you?" Kurt grabbed both of his cheeks and squished them, looking over Blaines slightly darkened eye and his cracked lip. "I loved helping you, Blaine. I just felt so terrible... that it happened to such an amazing person." Suddenly looking very upset, Kurt turned his head from Blaine and he sighed again, "I was so worried when I first saw you... I thought I might cry because you looked so helpless. You know, a very dear friend of mine was hurt very badly by a man who hit him. And seeing you with those same bruises..." he took a shaky breath and pressed his face to Blaines shoulder. "My friend was killed that night, you see. And I dont ever want to lose you."

Blaine closed his eyes, breathing very heavily on Kurts shoulder, "Im sorry about your friend. I didnt know... I-"

"Its okay, Blaine." Kurt cooed, "Thank you for saying that. Im very sorry, too. But... its been five years... and the boy he was dating when he was killed is finally happy again. They were so romantic for each other. If only I could have such a love-Oh! Im sorry for babbling." Kurt blushed at his own chattiness, but Blaine didnt mind listening to his voice. "You must be hungry for dinner. What would you like to eat?"

Blaine shook his head, "Let me take you out to dinner." When Kurts eyes widened to the size of saucers, he leaned closer to kiss his nose, "I feel terrible for what Ive put you through. All of this is my fault. I want to make it up to you."

Kurts little mouth fell open, "A date... with you? You dont have to... I know how you feel about me, differently than how I feel about you... but Id love to."

Blaine smiled and kissed Kurt again, "Im not just asking, Kurt. I do like you... you make me happy, and not a lot of people do." Slowly sitting up so he didnt strain himself, he hobbled off of the bed and turned around, meeting Kurts concerned eyes. "My leg is fine, Kurt. Dont be too concerned about it. I just want to worry about you tonight." When Kurts blue eyes lifted to his face, he mumbled, "Let me take a shower. Ill be ready in a few minutes."

"Okay." Kurt peeped, his voice no louder than a squeak. Blaine shut the bathroom door behind himself, and he chuckled when he heard Kurt squeal very noisily. Grinning, Blaine cracked open the door and looked out at Kurt, who was giggling to himself. Blaines heart started pounding, and he had to shut the door before he ran back over to Kurt and kissed him again.

Blaine took Kurts hand and lifted him from his car, wrapping his arm around him when they were both standing on the sidewalk. Kurt shivered and snuggled closer to Blaine, who tightened his grip as they walked toward Breadstix. "Thank you... youre very warm." Kurt whispered, and Blaine gently rubbed his back while he held the door open for him. He didnt know exactly what to say to Kurt, part of his mind still caught on how easily Burt had given up permission for Blaine to take Kurt out, as if he really trusted him when not a lot of people did, and most of his thoughts on the fact that he was actually out with Kurt.

Kurt smiled at the man waiting at the podium when they approached him, and the man was obviously taken by Kurt, but then he noticed Blaine and backed off. "A table for two?"

Blaine nodded, and the man took them back to a private table by a window. Pulling Kurts chair out for him, Blaine helped him sit down and walked around the table. He was still sore and hobbling, but after Kurts nurturing, he wasnt in as much pain. Kurt smiled at him and blushed, his lashes lowering over bright eyes. "Youre very good at this." He giggled, then nipped his bottom lip. "Do you want... to sit closer to me? Im still a little cold."

Kurts skin was bright red, which Blaine thought was cute. He could have gone on fighting with himself for hours about why it was bad for him to scoot closer to Kurt, let alone be on a date with him. But he didnt, enjoying this too much, and he moved closer to Kurt. Wrapping his arm around his shoulders, he whispered, "Is this better?"

Swallowing thickly and crossing his legs, Kurt shyly laid his cheek against Blaines chest. "Yes."

For some reason, Blaine couldnt stop there and he just had to take Kurts hands. "Do you want me to hold your hands?"

Kurts smile widened, but he also seemed more embarrassed as Blaine lifted his hands to his face and kissed the backs of both of them. Before they could continue with their nervous flirting, a waiter walked up. This one looked very interested in Kurt, but Kurt didnt even bat a lash. "Can I get your drinks?" the waiter asked, and Kurt looked at Blaine, who was staring at him.

"Can I please have an iced tea?" Kurt peeped softly, and Blaine asked for the same. After the waiter left with one last glance over his shoulder at Kurt, Kurt looked at Blaine and grinned, "You like iced tea."

Blaine was alarmed by the statement, "If Im in the mood." At Kurts perkiness, he raised a brow, "What?"

Kurt tilted his head from side to side, "Im just trying to understand you." Blaine was even more startled by this, as he didnt want anyone to figure him out. He was worried that Kurt might want to know why Karofsky had beaten him, but Kurt didnt even touch on the hard subject, somehow understanding that Blaine wasnt ready to face it yet. Kurt went on, "So far I know that your moods change constantly. You dont show many emotions but its obvious when youre happy or sad. You rub your jaw when youre nervous. Youre actually very quiet... you dont talk to many people." At this, Kurt frowned, looping his arms around his neck. "You like iced tea. And you like me... but Im not sure why yet."

Blaine smirked at him, realizing that Kurt wasnt trying to figure him out so he could put him down for his weaknesses. "Anything else?"

Kurt bounced in his seat, and Blaine still found the habit adorable. "Can you tell me?"

Shaking his head, Blaine muttered, "No. I dont even know a thing about myself. But I know a lot about you. You tell everyone everything."

Kurt pointed his nose at the ceiling, faking offense, "Im very chatty. My aunt calls me a gossip."

"I think its cute." Pulling Kurt closer, he whispered, "I know you like to be touched... but only by certain people. You love being around others. Youre very emotional. When you giggle you scrunch your nose. And you have this adorable habit of bouncing when you get excited. You like to be happy, and you dont like being upset. You like me... I think."

Kurt scrunched his nose with a giggle, "I love you," he whispered, and his eyes widened to the size of saucers the exact moment Blaines did. "I mean... I love being around you. Not that I dont-"

Blaine, getting nervous at the thought of anyone falling in love with him, pressed his lips to Kurts to hush him. "Kurt..." he suddenly didnt know what to say, overwhelmed by his own feelings. He usually didnt feel much of anything, and he didnt like feeling too much. Clearing his throat, he turned his head and muttered, "Never mind."

"Tell me," Kurt cupped Blaines face and turned his head, pressing his nose to Blaines. "You look worried."

Rubbing his nose against Kurts, Blaine pulled away when their drinks arrived. The waiter asked if they were ready to order, but Blaine waved him off. He suddenly felt too sick at his stomach to down anything, and Kurt hadnt even looked at a menu. "Find something you want to eat, sweetheart."

Kurt tilted his head again, and he wouldnt stop looking at Blaine. "What were you going to say to me? Please? Ill listen to whatever it is."

Blaine looked at Kurt again, wondering if hed gone absolutely insane. If his friends walked in right now, hed definitely be labeled as gay. But for some reason he didnt really care what they had to say. Rubbing the nape of his neck, Blaine reached across the table and took Kurts hand. "I... w-want to..." He couldnt get the words out without stammering so he shut himself up again. "Kurt... I want to..."

Kurt smiled, "Ill do anything you want."

"Dont tell me that." Blaine muttered harshly, knowing that could go to his head. His foot twitched and bumped Kurts under the table, and Kurt jumped. He rubbed the side of Kurts foot again. "Do you...?" He lifted his eyes to Kurt, who was still smiling and had his chin on his hands. "I want to sleep with you."

Kurts eyes flew open wide, and he seemed very startled by what Blaine said. He flushed bright red and blinked a few times, "Oh. Do you mean... lay in bed with me... naked?"

Blaine didnt know what he was thinking. Biting his bottom lip, he squeezed Kurts trembling hand, "Y-Yes." He rubbed his aching forehead, "Sweetheart... I... Kurt. I know how I feel about you and it scares me. But... I do want to... lay in bed with you... naked. And be inside of you. Tell me no... and I wont ask again. I just... the way you make me feel... Ive never felt it before. I can open up to you and feel safe."

Pursing his lips, Kurt wrapped his arms around himself, then he put his hands back on the table. "Blaine... I..." He touched the back of Blaines hand. "I want you, too. I am scared... but I know you wont hurt me."

Blaine, wanting to look anywhere but at Kurt, closed his lips around the edge of his drink and tilted it up. The cool sweetness ran down his dry throat, and the ice bumped his cracked lips. Kurt kept staring at Blaine, playing with the fingers of the hand he had on the table. Blaine finally put his drink down and furrowed his brows at Kurt. Kurt scooted much closer, almost onto Blaines lap, "How do you feel about me?"

Blaine choked. He didnt want to answer that because he didnt know the answer himself. He knew he cared about Kurt very much, and he loved being with him, and he definitely liked him, but he didnt know how to handle the throb between his thighs every time he got near Kurt, and the urges to be closer to him. Closing his eyes, he rubbed his scratchy face, "Can you tell me?"

Kurt suddenly giggled, "I like you."

And it was as easy as that. Blaine really wanted to be like Kurt, to know exactly where he stood with people and to make things so much easier than having fights with himself over every question he was asked. He opened his eyes again and smiled, "I like you, too." Smoothing a fallen hair off Kurts forehead, Blaine saw him wriggle even closer. His small hands grabbed Blaines forearm. "Do you want a kiss?"

Kurt blushed and nodded, so Blaine leaned down and pressed his lips to Kurts. Sighing, Kurt cupped Blaines face and tilted his head, trying to deepen the kiss. Blaine slid his tongue out and licked between Kurts lips, feeling Kurts hand come to his thigh for balance. His fingers slid up until he felt the hard bump of Blaines arousal, and he pulled his hand away. "Oh, its hard-"

Blaine never thought hed be hearing that sentence out of another boy, but it turned him on. Taking Kurts hand, Blaine hesitantly laid it on his thigh again, just as unsure about this as Kurt. Kurt flushed and accidentally tightened his fingers, squeezing Blaine. Blaine twitched, "Oh, fuck-" Kurt squeezed again and rubbed his fingers up and down the very visible length.

"Its very warm," Kurt whispered, his cheeks still flushed. "I like touching it."

Blaine closed his eyes and kissed Kurt again, "Do you want to go home? I dont know how much more of this I can take."

Kurt slid his hand up to Blaines stomach, which didnt really help. "To sleep with me?" He shyly pointed at the large bulge under Blaines pants. "And put this... inside of me?"

"You act like youve never had a sex talk." Blaine got up and helped Kurt to his feet. "I know youre still a... virgin, but have you ever looked up anything about sex?"

Kurt shook his head, "No. It makes me nervous."

Blaine wrapped his arm around Kurt, leading him out onto the sidewalk. He took his jacket off when Kurt shivered and draped it over his shoulders. "And I know too much about straight sex... but nothing about gay sex. I think Ill make it okay for you, though. Just tell me if you dont like something."

He opened Kurts door for him, and Kurt stepped inside and watched as Blaine walked around the car and got in on his own side. The drive home was almost silent, but it wasnt uncomfortable. Kurt listened to the radio to keep his nerves down, while Blaine fought with himself on everything that could go wrong. But they held hands the entire way, Blaines thumb stroking circles on Kurts tingling palm.

About five minutes later, Blaine pulled up in Kurts driveway and he grabbed Kurts wrist when he reached for the door handle. "Go on in, baby. Ill be there in a minute." He kissed Kurts mouth and watched him blush and fumble from his seat, nervously walking up to the house. He gave Blaine a few quick glances as if to assure he wouldnt drive away, then he disappeared into his house.

Blaine stayed behind because he had to calm himself down. Taking deep breaths, Blaine wondered if he was making a mistake. If they were here right now, his friends would have been mocking him, calling him a faggot, and he would have been thrown to the bottom of the food chain. That terrified him, but he still wanted Kurt more than anything. Blaine threw his car door open and stomped out, ignoring the voices of his friends yelling at him in his head.

He quietly pushed open the door and heard Burts snores coming from down the hallway, so he walked past it and went down the stairs. Blaine opened Kurts door and closed it behind himself, finding Kurt in front of his mirror, sliding a nightgown over his almost naked body. He had on a pair of blue panties with bows at the top, and Blaines jaw dropped. He wouldnt ever be able to stop obsessing over those.

Kurt quickly pulled it the rest of the way on, blushing and hiding his body from Blaine by wrapping his arms around himself. "Oh, Blaine-"

Blaine pulled his shirt above his head, leaving his chest completely naked. He worked on the zipper of his jeans and managed to push those down his thighs, and then he was only wearing shoes and his boxers. He kicked his shoes aside, then looked at Kurt again. Kurt was bright red, nervously biting his bottom lip and staring at Blaines ass. "Do you want to... lay down... with me?"

Kurt instantly scurried over to the bed and burrowed under the blankets, and Blaine followed him. He got rid of his boxers before he climbed on top of Kurt, both of them anxiously shaking. Kurt peeked above the blankets at the heavy weight on top of him, and his mouth fell open at the sight of Blaines naked body. Blaine smirked at his expression, slowly gaining some confidence since it was Kurt laying underneath him. "Have you ever seen a naked man before?"

Kurt shook his head, still blushing. "You can touch... if you want." He took Kurts quivering hand and pressed it to his hot chest, and Kurt moaned. He slid his fingers down Blaines stomach and paused at his abdomen, staring at the heavy weights below. Blaine was very long and thick, almost intimidating, and Kurt wondered how he would fit into his tiny hole that he had poked his fingers into before. His shaft was veiny and tan, and his head was purple and dripping a white-clear liquid. Kurt closed his hand around Blaines shaft, and Blaine groaned deeply.

He started rubbing up and down, similar to what hed done in the restaurant, and Blaine quickly pulled his hand off. "Sorry, I... I feel like Im not going to last long."

Kurt went along with it, even though he didnt know what that meant, and he sniffed his palm. He poked his tongue out and tasted it, "Oh... its so salty."

Blaine was about to lose his mind. He reached for the bottom of Kurts nightgown and he slipped it off his little body, tossing it aside. He stared at his tiny, pink nipples, and he wanted to taste them. Hooking his thumbs in Kurts panties, Blaine slid them down Kurts thighs and threw them aside, his eyes widening at the sight of Kurts small, pink cock. His tip was pale pink and leaking moisture, and his shaft was very thin, soft, and white. Hesitantly touching the shaft, Blaine heard Kurt moan lowly.

"Spread your knees, sweetheart." After Kurt opened his legs, Blaine laid down in the little cradle they formed. His heavy weight pressed to Kurts, and Kurt mewled and arched into Blaine. "Do you like that, feeling my cock on you?"

Kurt helplessly rubbed himself against Blaines cock, but Blaine pulled up and slid his hand between Kurts thighs. He pushed one of his fingers inside that tight heat, and Kurt squeaked. "Its okay," Blaine assured him. "Shh... Im stretching you out. Youre so tight."

He slid another finger inside, making Kurt cry out and dig his fingers into Blaines arms. He wrapped his legs around Blaines waist, which brought them even closer. Blaine started moving his fingers in and out, then slid in a third when he thought Kurt was ready for it. His walls were warm and moist and very tight on Blaines fingers. He could feel Kurt squeezing around him.

Pulling his fingers out, Blaine slowly pushed his balmy tip onto Kurts little hole. Kurt mewled again, and Blaine took that as the okay. Rocking his hips, Blaine pressed his tip inside of Kurt, then slid in another inch. He pulled himself back out, "How does that feel?"

Kurt laid his head back on the pillow, his cheeks flushed and lips quivering, "More... dont stop..."

Blaine pushed his hips against Kurts again, sinking two inches into Kurt. Kurt moaned and reached for Blaines head, tugging him down to him. They kissed feverishly, their tongues dancing between their mouths. Blaine rocked his hips and slid himself halfway inside, then a little more. Suddenly, Kurt shrieked and had a spasm underneath him, "Oh! Blaine, it feels good!"

Blaine searched for that spot again, and Kurt mewled and clawed at Blaines arms. He realized hed found a sweet spot. Slamming into that little bundle of nerves, Blaine rubbed his tip against it over and over, and Kurt started scissoring his legs around Blaine. "Oh! Oh!"

Kurt started to tighten around him, which milked Blaines come toward his tip, and he could feel himself shaking. "Kurt!" He shouted and exploded inside of him, and Kurt squealed and sprayed between their stomachs. His warm come soaked Blaines chest and abs, and it was the hottest thing hed ever felt. "Oh, baby..."

Kurt trembled and went limp under him after hed finished his orgasm, and he closed his eyes. "Blaine... mm... Blaine..." His cheeks were flushed and his lips were parted and moist and plump. Curling into Blaine, Kurt rested his cheek on his chest, and Blaine felt him fall asleep, his breaths getting deeper and his face softening.

Blaine had a little more energy, as hed been through sex before, but he was still a little tired. That was the hardest orgasm hed ever had, and he wanted more. He thought about pushing in and out of Kurt while he slept, but he knew Kurt was probably sore. Gently rubbing Kurts bottom, Blaine rolled so that he was on the bottom and Kurt rested on top of him. He slid his fingers up and down Kurts ass crack, massaging around where his cock was still pushed inside of him. Kurt sighed in his sleep, and he tightened his arms around Blaine.

Blaine kissed Kurts forehead, knowing what he was doing was wrong. Part of him knew that, and he knew that his friends would be right there to ridicule him if they ever found out, but holding Kurt... none of that mattered. For the first time in a long time, he felt relaxed, even comfortable, like he didnt have something to be scared of.