Kurt looked over at the drivers seat towards Blaine's silhouette. This was happening. They really were going through with this. And he couldn't be more sure about it. All things considered, he's not even sure how Blaine got his father to agree with him being gone a whole weekend. But Burt had been happy to take home Kurt's car like they planned that morning, chucked full of the girls for a weekend sleepover. Kurt had a sneaking feeling Aunt Bells had a lot to do with his father's consent. She was entirely too excited and enthusiastic when handing over her house keys. And the house was just a 30 min drive from Blaine's anyway, so there shouldn't be a problem. Kurt reached his hand over the console and gripped Blaine's hand. He could see the wide smile that lit Blaine's face up in the dimmed car. Yes. This was right. He had absolutely no doubts.

Before he knew it they were pulling up into Bella's driveway, behind her car. It took Kurt a few seconds to remember they were the only persons here despite the car. Blaine leaned over, kissed his cheek and smiled at him.

"I'm gonna get the bags inside." He said. Kurt nodded but didn't move otherwise. "Are you ok sweetie?" Blaine inquired.

Kurt let out a slow breath and said "I'm fine." His voice didn't waver or tremble, it was strong and sure. Blaine got the bags and then took Kurt's hand and led him up to the door. He only let go of Kurt's hand to open the door, once his goal was achieved he latched right back on.

Aunt Bella's house was quaint and modern wrapped up in one. The décor clearly stated that she was a person who did whatever she wanted and could give a flying fuck if you approved. Blaine led Kurt to his honorary room whenever he visited. His aunt had put the guitar she bought him on a stand in the room; there was a keyboard, a desktop computer and basically the makings of a little studio. Kurt was in awe. This room was just very Blaine.

"Wow. Aunt Bells really loves you Blaine." Kurt remarked.

"Yeah she really does, but the other rooms in the house for my mom and Cooper are customized to some extent to the person's tastes. So I'm really nothing special."

"Well I'm sorry but I think I have to disagree with you there." Kurt whispered. Blaine blushed but looked directly into Kurt's eyes. Electricity flashed between them. Blaine dropped the two bags he was carrying and closed the little distance to get to Kurt. He put his forehead to Kurt's and leaned into a kiss, loading it with a slow burning intensity. When they pulled away Kurt's knees were more than just a little wobbly.

"How about this." Blaine whispered against Kurt's lips, "How about we each take a shower. You can use the one in here and I use the main one. Then we decide what we'll do?"

Kurt's eyes widened a tad bit and his voice was out of breath. "O-okay, umm, yeah that sounds good."

Blaine saw his reaction and frowned a little. "Kurt sweetie, we don't have to do anything, I'm just glad I get to spend time with you uninterrupted, there doesn't have to be-"

"Blaine." Kurt said before he could finish. "I'm sure. About what I want to happen I mean. Completely sure. It's just... It will be new and exciting and terrifying at the same time, I'm dealing with the emotions as they come. But never doubt that I am sure."

Blaine let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding, the tension leaving his shoulders, the doubt seeping into the carpet in his room. Nothing left but excitement and anticipation, and pure joy. It radiated out of him. Kurt wanted to be here. With him. Ready to take this step with him. Ready to trust him with everything. He can't get the grin off his face. And Kurt is apparently having the same plight.

"Okay." Blaine breathes. "Okay. We'll meet back here."

Kurt nods because he really does not trust his voice not to crack with nervous energy, and he doesn't want to freak Blaine out like he did a moment ago. Blaine turned and exited the room.

Kurt rushed to the adjoining bathroom. He turned on the hot water and stared at himself in the quickly fogging mirror. He looked flushed and agitated and entirely all together nervous. No wonder Blaine reacted like that. But though he was all these things, he was also giddy, excited, unbelieving that Blaine would even want to do this with him. He just can't get his face to show those emotions. Well he needs to relax, or something!  Because he wants this. He needs this. And he can't have Blaine backing out because he feels that Kurt doesn't. Kurt took a break from the musings in his head to look around the bathroom. It was also very Blaine. There was his regular shampoo and conditioner and his gel product in the cupboard. His body wash, his loofah, his towels. Blaine. Blaine everywhere. He was relishing the fact that he would smell like Blaine in a few minutes. And smell even more like him, like his essence, in the morning. He got into the shower and stood directly under the spray. He was gonna be fine, they were gonna be fine. Because he was here with Blaine. That's all that matters.

Blaine came back from the hall bathroom in a towel. He could still hear the shower on in his room. He knew Kurt would still be in there. Maybe trying to calm his nerves as much as Blaine tried in the one down the hall. He was feeling something akin to stage fright, which he never gets. Damn. Kurt needed him to be strong right now. He walked over to the bed, wondering if he should even put anything on, or would it be presumptuous of him to stay without clothes? He decided to put on pajama bottoms but leave his chest bare. It seemed more unassuming. He sat down on the bed and opened his nightstand drawer. His breath left him in a chuckle. Aunt B had stacked a couple of different kinds of lube and condoms inside next to an ipod and a folded note. Upon unfolding the note he found a big sprawling "HAVE FUN!!! Give the ipod to Kurt after. He can replace his old one with this new version. As you can see I bought you treats! Take care of each other." stretched across the page unashamedly in his aunt's handwriting. Blaine full out laughed. He had the best aunt ever in the history of aunts. He took one of the bottles and two condoms and laid them on the bed. Then he took out the ipod and shuffled through it to see exactly what his aunt had on it. He found only one play list of about 20 songs. All awesome songs. His aunt had great taste. He put the ipod in the doc and started the play list in rotation. Golden by Chrisette Michelle began drifting through the speakers. At that moment the shower turned off and his nervousness was back. He took deep breaths. This was Kurt, the love of his life, the person he could be a complete dork with and it wouldn't matter, because they understood each other on a base level, on a soul level. He could feel the nervousness start to dissipate. By the time Kurt stepped out, it was no longer there; he doesn't even know why he was nervous. Because Kurt's smile was so wide it's threatening to split his face, and he has on... "Oh dear God." Blaine spluttered

Kurt turned off the water and dried himself off, and then noticed he forgot to carry his pajamas with him in the bathroom. Jeez! Wait. Wouldn't wearing pajamas be counter productive? He doesn't have any say in the matter because his pajamas are in Blaine's room and he's pretty sure Blaine would be back by now. He knows he's the shower hog in this relationship. He tried to get his hair even partly dry and then wraps the body towel low on his hips. Wouldn't a towel be entirely too obvious? Gawd! Come on Hummel. Whatever it is you have on it will come off again anyways. He looked around the bathroom once more and spotted a neat little pile of clothing where the clean towels were folded. An assortment of Blaine's boxer briefs. Oh. Well. That's an idea. He took up a deep blue one.

"Oh dear God." Blaine spluttered. Kurt. Kurt was in one of his boxer briefs. A deep blue one that was lovely against the pale skin of his thighs. And hugged him snugly, showing, highlighting, accentuating and making Blaine's mouth water. Literally. Not to mention feeding his obsession of having Kurt in his clothes. He should definitely convince Kurt to carry some of them home. "Kurt." He whispered.

"I hope you don't mind." Kurt said a little unsure. "I didn't carry my pajamas in with me."

"I so don't mind." Blaine said fervently "In case you hadn't noticed, I'm over the moon when you wear something that's mine... Because you're mine. Mine."

Blaine's eyes had darkened and Kurt could feel his body shiver, reacting to the words he said.

"Come here." Blaine said softly. Kurt moved slowly towards the bed and Blaine, all the while holding his gaze. Deep blue latched on to dark amber. Kurt's heart felt like it was going to jump out of his chest with the rate it was going. It was so loud, he was sure Blaine could hear it even over the soft music in the room. He was right in front of Blaine now. In Blaine's boxer briefs laying himself bare and now he thinks of it, he doesn't know why he was even nervous. This was Blaine. His Blaine.  His Blaine that he trusts wholeheartedly... Blaine pulled him down to sit beside him on the bed. He took his fingertips and ran them feather light from Kurt's face, over his neck, skimmed his collarbone, came down over his shoulder, down the stretch of his arm to tangle his fingers with Kurt's and coaxed him to lay with him on his side. Blaine continued to work his fingertips back up Kurt's arm, against his collarbone and down his chest. Slowly mapping, testing. He brushed against Kurt's left nipple. Kurt gasped and a small whine left his lips.

This wasn't new territory. They've been here before. But it all felt new with the magnitude of what they were about to do. With how far they were about to go. How intertwined they were about to become. Blaine slid out of pajama bottoms. He was already hard, just from trailing his fingertips on Kurt's skin. His creamy, delicious, flawless skin. Kurt followed his lead and shucked the boxer briefs. He was so hard. Every little barely there touch of Blaine's fingertips sent subsequent jolts of electricity through his body. He was no longer nervous, not in the least, not even a little bit. The love in Blaine's eyes cancelled out all those feelings. All that was left was the joy of being with the person he loved with everything. Blaine raised his hand to Kurt's cheek.

"I love you." He whispered.

"I love you too." Kurt retorted.

A change in the song on the ipod went unnoticed by both boys.

My skin is like a map of where my heart has been

And I can't hide the marks, that is not a negative thing.

Blaine pressed his mouth to Kurt's, which effectively pressed the length of their bodies against each other. Kurt brought his hands up around Blaine's neck, but didn't stop there. They roamed over his toned arms and down against his sculpted legs. Track and field left Blaine's body chiseled and Kurt loved every bit of it. Blaine turned Kurt on his back so that Blaine straddled him. He broke the kiss and they both gasped for air. Blaine slid down Kurt's body licking and nipping. His chest, his hipbones. There will be marks all over Kurt tomorrow. But between his own desire, and the little whimpers Kurt makes each time he does it, he couldn't stop.

So I let down my guard, drop my defenses, down by my clothes

I'm learning to fall with no safety net to cushion the blow

He settled between Kurt's legs, kissing along them as he coaxed Kurt's knees to bend and his legs to spread even wider for him. Kurt was magnificent. From his proud jutting cock to his dusky pink hole. He was panting and already flustered. Blaine didn't think there was anything more beautiful. He bent his head down and licked a stripe up from the base to the tip of Kurt's dick. Kurt let out the loudest whine he had from the start of the night. Blaine licked back down, but continued pass the balls, over the perineum. He took a hard swipe across Kurt's puckered hole. This is one of the things he'd been dying to try. Kurt gave a surprised moan. But was wiggling his hips for more the next second.

I bruise easily, so be gentle when you handle me

There's a mark you leave, like a love heart carved on a tree

Blaine used his tongue to breach Kurt's hole. Holy shit. A needy noise left Kurt's lips and Blaine knew he couldn't tease for long. But Kurt tasted wonderful. Tangy and musky and at the same time clean and crisp. He could do this for hours, but... He reached for the bottle on the bed.

I bruise easily, can scratch the surface without moving me, underneath

I bruise easily, I bruise easily.

"Kurt, sweetie, tell me how it feels okay?" Blaine's voice was wrecked. "If  I do something that doesn't feel right I need you to tell me."

"Okay." Kurt's voice was barely there. "Okay."

Blaine dribbled some of the lube on his fingers and rubbed them together to warm it. He then used one to circle Kurt's opening. Kurt already began to squirm.

"Baby, relax." Blaine coaxed. He took in the head of Kurt's cock and licked the pre-cum gathered there while breaching Kurt with one finger. Kurt let out a shout at the intrusion. Gawd that burned! "Relax, relax, breathe." Blaine chanted. Kurt struggled to obey the instructions. But gawd, ouch.

I found your fingerprints on a glass of wine

Do you know you're leaving them all over this heart of mine too

"Blaine, I. I don't know about this. It feels- weird." Kurt said a little unsure.

"That's because you need to relax Baby." Blaine said as he slowly moved his finger in and out of Kurt. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No!" Kurt shouted. "I'm trying. Trying to relax. It's just- I've never d- When is this supposed to start feeling go- Oh OH!" Kurt let out a guttural moan as uncomfortable gave way to pleasure.

But if I never take, this leap of faith, I'll never know

So I'm learning to fall with no safety net to cushion the blow

Kurt started moving his hips down to meet Blaine's finger. This feels so good. Sooo good.

"Another." He panted out. Blaine obliged and added another finger on his next thrust. Kurt hissed at the burn of two fingers, but it melted away after a minute. Pleasure took the fore again, and pretty soon, Kurt was forcefully impaling himself on Blaine's fingers. Blaine watched and felt his fingers disappearing inside Kurt's tight heat and the sight turned him on to no end.

"More." Kurt moaned out. The sound went straight to Blaine's already aching cock. He wanted inside of Kurt so bad. But he needed to take care of Kurt. He will not hurt him.

He obeyed and added a third finger. Kurt hissed a bit, but not for long. He adjusted quickly, fucking himself unto the three fingers.

"Please." Kurt breathed. "Please Blaine."

"Please what sweetie." Blaine whispered.

"I need you. Need you. Inside me."

"Okay." Blaine replied coaxingly. "Okay, just a little more."

"No. Now. Please." Kurt was desperate. And if Blaine was being completely honest, so was he. Blaine crooked his fingers searching for that ball of nerves.

"OH GOD BLAINE! Ugh! Fuck." Guess he found it. "Please baby. In me. Now."

"Okay."

I bruise easily, so be gentle when you handle me,

There's a mark you leave, like a love heart carved on a tree,

I bruise easily, can't scratch the surface without moving me, underneath

I bruise easily, I bruise easily. 

Blaine opened one of the condoms. They talked about this. Though they were both clean, they decided to use condoms, at least for now. It's an easier clean up. Blaine rolled the condom unto his length, putting a generous amount of lube as well. Anything to make this easier, anything that helped him to not hurt Kurt. He sat back on his haunches, lifted Kurt's legs to rest on his shoulders, and looked straight into his eyes. This is why they chose this position. The intimacy of it. These eyes that not so long ago lulled him into trusting, into deep assurance that he found a kindred spirit that would understand him, was now looking at him like the sun and moon revolved around him.

As Kurt looked deep into Blaine's eyes he felt a blunt pressure at his opening. He knew this was what he was waiting for, finally having Blaine inside him fully. Not fingers, not his tongue. Though those are very accomplished. Blaine moved in a little, breaching his hole, and oh, He was quite a bit bigger than three fingers. He hisses but urges Blaine to keep going. After all, if a finger could cause as much pleasure as it did, he can't wait to see the effects of something bigger, thicker, that filled him so completely. That's what he felt. Full. As Blaine bottomed out, that's all that registered. Full.

"Full. So full, Blaine." He breathed.

"So tight. Fuck! So fucking tight sweetie. Oh God." Blaine grunted. He wanted more than anything to move but knew he had to give Kurt time to adjust. And being still while surrounded by tight moist heat was not easy.

Anyone who can touch you, can hurt you, or heal you

Anyone who can reach you, can love you, or leave you

So be gentle, so be gentle, so be gentle

He leaned down to kiss Kurt shifting his angle a little. The resulting moan from Kurt was swallowed in the kiss.

"I love you." Kurt panted as he was released from the kiss.

"I love you too." Blaine answered.

"Move." Kurt commanded.

I bruise easily, so be gentle when you handle me

There's a mark you leave like a love heart carved on a tree

I bruise easily can't scratch the surface without moving me, underneath

I bruise easily, I bruise easily, I bruise easily, I bruise easily.

And Blaine obeyed. He drew back a bit, pulling himself almost all the way out, enjoying the delicious drag of Kurt's walls on his dick. Oh yes. This was every kind of awesome there is. How do people leave their bedrooms? He pushed back into Kurt and earned a sensual moan out of his boyfriend. Blaine worked on building a steady rhythm, delighting in the sounds Kurt was making, because he was the cause of it. He was making Kurt feel this way, sound so utterly wrecked. He was doing this to Kurt. And he wanted to be the only one ever to do this to Kurt. He wanted everything with this boy. This was his forever, Kurt IS his forever.

Blaine shifted his angle a little, which sent Kurt into a frenzy.

"Fuck! Blaine! Right there! Again! Please. Oh Go-" He was cut off by a stroke from Blaine aiming for the exact spot he hit a second ago. Kurt's body started to tremble.

"B. Baby I'm close... so so close."

"I am too sweetie." Blaine was not surprised at how wrecked his voice was. He felt the familiar heat in his stomach, felt the building pressure in his balls. But he's never felt it so insistent. So urgent. He took Kurt's cock in his hand and started moving fervently.

"Blaine." Kurt's voice was near squeaky. "I'm gonna, I can't, I'm-"

"Cum for me sweetheart. Come on."

Kurt didn't need anymore prompting. He had been feeling the pressure building for a while now. One particular sharp thrust from Blaine sent him flying over the edge. Screaming Blaine's name as every nerve ending in his body ignited.

Three more thrusts and Blaine was following after him. Over the edge, clinging to Kurt because he was the only real thing, only solid thing. Squeezing his eyes shut as euphoria exploded throughout his body. When Blaine came back to himself he started to pull out of Kurt. He felt and heard Kurt hiss at the sensitivity. He tied off the condom and tossed it in the bin next to the bed. He rolled a still recovering Kurt into his arms.

"Are you ok?" Blaine questioned.

"So ok. Are you?"

"I'm great."

"Did we really just do that?"

"Yes we did... And it was magical. Amazing Kurt."

"It really was... Umm..."

"What's on your mind, sweetie?"

"Umm, can we do it again?"

"You're going to kill me this weekend aren't you?" Blaine chuckled. Kurt laughed, but then his laugh morphed into a yawn.

"Doesn't look like you're up for it mister. Let's get some sleep. We have the whole weekend."

"I'm glad we do." Kurt yawned again shifting in Blaine's arms to get more comfortable. "I love you, Blaine Anderson. With everything."

"I love you too, Kurt Hummel. With everything."