Kurt's stomach became a knot, and he started thinking about how he could backpedal, and reassure Blaine that he understood, that sometimes impassioned diatribes lead one to exaggerate, and-

"Oh, what the hell. Yes, I love you. No, I didn't mean to say it yet. It just slipped out. But I do, Kurt. I'm...I'm in love with you." Blaine looked at him nervously.

"I love you too," Kurt said quickly.

"You do?"

"I really do."

"Look, Kurt, just because I said-"

"Blaine, shut up. I said I love you and you'd better not call me a liar." Kurt smiled and Blaine smiled and then they were kissing again. Before long, Kurt broke away and sat up and Blaine whined loudly in frustration.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you wanted me to be skins. But if you changed your mind..."

"No, no! You're perfectly right. You should really get into uniform."

Kurt laughed flirtatiously and undid exactly two buttons. Blaine moaned.

"One condition, Mr. Anderson."

"Name it."

"You're on my team."

"Deal."

Smiling and blushing, the two boys sat facing each other, knees touching, and unbuttoned their dress shirts, sliding them off their shoulders. Kurt then reached over and peeled off Blaine's fitted undershirt, and Blaine pulled off Kurt's. They stared.

"You – you're beautiful," Blaine breathed.

"So are you."

"Can I touch you?"

"Please do."

Slowly, gingerly, Blaine reached for Kurt. He ran his hands over the smooth alabaster flesh that he had dreamed of touching so many times, and found it somehow even silkier than he had imagined. Kurt let out a small, involuntary shudder.

"You okay?" Blaine asked.

"Okay would be an understatement."

Blaine smiled, and Kurt moved both his hands to Blaine's chest, staring as he trailed his fingertips from collar bone to waistband.

"Blaine, you're so gorgeous. How are you so gorgeous? How is it even legal?"

Blaine chuckled, a little self-consciously. "I'm glad you like what you see."

"You feel amazing too."

"So do you. You're flawless."

"Come here."

Kurt pulled Blaine down so that they were both lying on their sides again, facing one another. He wriggled up to Blaine so that their chests were flush against each other. He reached around and ran his hand over Blaine's smooth back. Their lips found each other easily, and the next hour was spent without words. They kissed and kissed and kissed, moving from slow and sensual to passionate and needy and back again. Each covered the other's chest in kisses, and when Blaine sucked on Kurt's right nipple, brushing the left one between his thumb and forefinger, Kurt moaned so loudly that Blaine almost came in his pants. They didn't stop until they heard the front door slam, at which point they wrenched themselves apart and sat bolt upright.

Time may have ceased to exist in this bedroom, but in the rest of Ohio it was eleven o'clock and Burt and Carol were home from the movies.

"Oh my God, where's my shirt? Is that one mine?"

"No, that one's mine, but I can't find my undershirt."

"Shit!"

"Where could it possibly-"

"Shit! I think he's coming upstairs!"

"Kurt! Where is my undershirt? I can't let your dad see me like this!"

"Forget your fucking undershirt! Just – here! Hurry! Throw your blazer on and he won't be able to tell the difference!"

By the time the knock came at the door, Blaine had his dress shirt on without an undershirt, and he had just realized that the buttons were misaligned. Kurt had his undershirt on and was struggling into a Dalton blazer that was clearly Blaine's, as it was both too short and too wide in the shoulders.

"Um, hold on, Dad! Coming!"

But Burt had already started opening the door after the perfunctory knock, and all three men froze, staring at each other.

After a moment, Burt seemed to almost start fighting a smile. Almost.

"Uh, hi, uh, boys. Just wanted to let you know we were home. Blaine, do you need to stay here tonight? Because we'd be happy to fix the couch up for you if you do."

Kurt glanced at Blaine, who seemed to be trying to speak without moving a single muscle, including all of the ones in his mouth. All that came out was a strangled squeak.

"No Dad, I can bring Blaine home. Just, uh, give us a minute."

Burt smiled, and something in the smile made Kurt very uncomfortable.

"You know what, Kurt? Why don't you get ready for bed. I'll shoot Blaine home."

Blaine's eyes widened in horror. Kurt felt a bit faint, unable to ignore the fact that his father had managed to work the word shoot into a sentence about Blaine.

"No, Dad, it's fine, I should really-"

"Kurt," his father said firmly, his smile broadening slightly. "Get ready for bed. I'll make sure he gets home in one piece. Now I'll give you two a minute to get, ah, situated, and then you and I can hit the road, okay, Blaine?"

Blaine nodded and made a noise that sounded vaguely affirmative.

Burt left the room, making an exaggerated point of leaving the door as wide open as possible before walking down the hall.

"Oh my God," Blaine moaned. Kurt slid Blaine's blazer off his shoulders and handed it to him.

"It won't be so bad, " Kurt said, his tone thoroughly unconvincing.

"No, it will probably be worse," Blaine muttered, unbuttoning his shirt so that he could start over. Just as he was about to start buttoning it up again, Kurt darted over to him and kissed his chest.

"Kurt!" Blaine hissed in a harsh whisper. "Your father will kill me if he sees you doing that!"

Kurt laughed. "You're such a drama queen sometimes, Blaine." Kurt began buttoning Blaine's shirt up for him. While Blaine pulled his blazer over his shoulders, Kurt was able to locate Blaine's undershirt and tie. He slid them into Blaine's messenger bag and then handed that to him.

"If you survive the trip, send me a text," said Kurt.

"I must really love you to not have jumped out your bedroom window and made a run for it by now," Blaine replied.

"Yeah," said Kurt, smiling coyly. "You must."

Blaine leaned in and kissed Kurt chastely, and then, okay, it became a little less chaste, but it was still really just a quick little-

The two boys jumped apart as Burt loudly cleared his throat in the doorway.

Kurt smiled at Blaine and squeezed his hand.

"I love you," he said softly, but not too softly for his father to hear. He wanted Burt to know that they weren't just messing around, that he and Blaine really meant something to each other.

"I love you too," Blaine said. He shot Kurt one last fearful look before letting Burt Hummel escort him out the door.