Saturday, August 4 – Sunday, August 5

By seven o'clock, the party was winding down.  The bounce-house (which had been a huge hit with all of the kids, and quite a few of the adults, as well) had been picked up by the Funtime Party truck, and most of the guests had departed shortly thereafter.  

Once again, Kurt and Blaine excused themselves to bed early.  As soon as the door was closed, Kurt pushed Blaine down on the bed.  “I've been wanting to kiss you all day.”

“Then why didn't you?”

“My family's not big on the whole PDA thing, and it would have felt weird.”

“Well, we're alone now…”

“That we are,” Kurt sighed, flopping down next to Blaine and finally giving in to the urge to kiss him.  Once the kiss started to get a little heated, though, he pulled away.

“What's wrong?  I thought you said you'd been waiting all day to kiss me.”

“I know.  I just don't feel comfortable making out in my dad's house.”

Blaine sighed.  “You know this doesn't have to lead anywhere, right?”

“I know.  But I'm afraid I'll get carried away, and then one of us will make a noise, and then I'll never be able to look my father in the eyes again.”

Blaine laughed.  “Well, you do tend to get a little noisy when you're turned on.”

Kurt blushed.  “I'm not the only one.”

“Okay, I guess we can wait one more day before we get to make out properly.  Can we at least cuddle, though?”

“Yeah.  But let's get ready for bed first.  I don't want to fall asleep in these clothes.”

Soon the boys, now wearing their pajamas, were back in bed, slotted together like spoons.  Snuggling up against his boyfriend's back, and wrapping his arms around him more tightly, Blaine murmured, “I think I might like this even better than kissing.”

Kurt hummed his agreement.  They lay together quietly, feeling each other's heartbeats.  Blaine was just drifting off to sleep when Kurt whispered, “You know that question you asked me last night?”

“Hmm?”

 “About whether I thought I'd enjoy topping?”

Blaine's eyes flew open, and he was instantly awake.  “Yeah,” he answered in a low voice.

“Well, I've been thinking about it.”

“And?”

“And I think I would.  Enjoy it.”  Then he added quickly, “I don't mean right now.  But someday.”

Blaine laughed softly against the back of his neck.  “Baby, I think I could have figured out that last part on my own, given the fact that you don't even feel comfortable kissing me in your dad's house.”

Kurt laughed, too.  “Yeah, I know.  But that's not what I meant.  Even if we weren't here, I don't know if that's something I'm ready for yet.  But I've been thinking about it, so I thought I should let you know.”

“Well, you can probably guess how I feel about that,” Blaine said, and Kurt snorted, wiggling his ass back into his boyfriend's obvious hard-on.

“Good to know.”

The next morning, as the boys lay in each other's arms, Blaine said, “You know, maybe we should pick up some supplies on our way out of town.”

“Supplies?”

“Yeah.  Like lube.  And condoms.  Just in case we ever need them.”

“Blaine, we're in Lima.  If I didn't feel comfortable holding your hand in public at the supermarket yesterday, do you really think I'm going to walk into a store with you to buy lube?”

“You don't have to come in with me.  You can wait in the car.”

“I wouldn't even know where to go.  Who carries that stuff?”

“I bet Target does, and I saw one on our way here.  Let's check online.”

Kurt turned on his laptop.  Sure enough, Target had what they needed.  “Wow,” Kurt said.  “Who knew there were so many different kinds of lube?  How do we know what to get?”

“Well, Go Ask Alice said it's gotta be either water-based or silicone, so that it won't break down the condom.  Other than that, I guess it's just personal preference.  Any requests?”

“Surprise me.”

Later that morning, having said their goodbyes to Kurt's family, the boys headed to Target.  Kurt waited in the parking lot, feeling self-conscious.  He knew it was silly, but he worried that someone he knew would walk by and stop to ask what he was doing.

Blaine returned to the car with a bag in his hand and a big grin on his face.  “Lookie what I got,” he said proudly, emptying the bag onto the console between the front seats.

Kurt had been expecting the condoms and lube (Astroglide, since Blaine thought that one had the coolest name) but was surprised to also see a tub of Seventh Generation baby wipes.  

“We've only been dating a couple of months, Blaine.  Don't you think it's a little early to start thinking about having kids?” he joked.

“Very funny.  No, these are for quick and easy clean up.  That way, we won't have to spoil the afterglow by getting out of bed to go wash off, and you won't be in a pissy mood the next morning from waking up covered in dried come.”

Kurt grimaced at him.  “Don't remind me.  That was so not romantic.”

“Well, that's why I got the baby wipes.”

“I bet the cashier gave you a funny look when you went to check out.”

“Nope.  She was actually trying to flirt with me.  But I got her to back off by telling her I was in a hurry ‘cause my boyfriend was waiting in the car.”

“You didn't!”

“I totally did.  You should have seen her face.”

“Oh my god, Blaine!” Kurt cried, hurriedly starting the engine and backing out of his parking space.  “My family lives in this town!  What if someone overheard you and saw you walk out and get in my car?”

“Then they'll know what a hot boyfriend I've got,” Blaine replied unconcernedly.  “Now, let's get the hell out of this cow town so I can kiss you!”