Blaine and Kurt got in the car, Blaine grinning at the fact that this was his now, a gift from his grandparents. It was used – it had been his grandfathers car, but the odometer showed that he had hardly ever driven it.

“When my dad was a little kid, Grandpa had a Thunderbird with leather seats. He was driving my dad and Uncle Andy around and stopped to see a client. My dad got bored and was playing with the cigarette lighter. He decided to be a cowboy and he branded the leather seats all over with the cigarette lighter,” Blaine told Kurt.

“Oh, my stars in heaven! I bet he got whipped for that,” Kurt speculated.

“I dont know, Uncle Andy told me that story, but claimed he was asleep in the back seat the whole time,” Blaine laughed, but stopped when he looked down at the golden leather seats in his new car.

“I have never actually been inside a Jaguar before,” Kurt said, smoothing his hand across the butter-soft leather of the seat before sitting down. He buckled himself in and looked expectantly over at Blaine, loving the happy grin on his friends face.

“I havent, either. When I was here last, Grandpa Grant was driving a Lamborghini. Hed never let me have that car – he had it shipped to Europe when they moved there.”

“Wow. So, is he a collector? Or does he just like driving good cars?” Kurt asked.

“I think he just likes good cars. Grandma Phoebe drives a Lexus, a sedan, she doesnt like sports cars, she says they are undignified,” Blaine laughed.

“Well, Id give up a lot of dignity to ride around in this baby,” Kurt smiled.

“I think we should celebrate my new car with a road trip!” Blaine suggested.

“Ah...its eleven in the morning, Blaine. Where do you propose we go?” Kurt asked, his puzzlement showing on his face in the form of frown lines. Blaine reached over and smoothed them away, smiling back when Kurt gave him a smile.

“Not too far, we need to be back at Dalton tonight. Maybe to Lima?” Blaine said, knowing Kurt was missing his father. They had stayed at the Anderson estate last night, snuggled together in the soft bed in Blaines room. It was like any other night they had spent together with the exception of Kurts inability to sleep due to a certain anxiety about which direction this relationship was headed. Hed finally fallen into a restless sleep and didnt hear the alarm in the morning. Blaine had let him sleep in, getting up to make a little breakfast and bringing it to Kurt in bed.

Since then, they had decided to go check out the car, and now Kurt was excited to go visit his dad, in spite of the fact that hed have only an hour or two to actually visit, but the ride there in the beautiful hunter green Jaguar would be fun. Blaine was looking in the trunk and then got in the drivers seat, now sporting a tweed British racing cap that hed found there.

“Oh, my god, Blaine. You look like someones grandfather in that!” Kurt shouted, giggling even more.

“Hey, my grandfather looked very distinguished in this hat!” Blaine insisted, adjusting it so his curls were evident, peeking out from the edge of the cap.

While Kurt sat, hand to mouth trying to stop his laughter, Blaine started the car and just took a few moments to listen to the engine purr. The look of total absorption on Blaines face made Kurt happy. He knew Blaine missed his family and it was good to see him enjoying himself so much.

They took off a little fast, but were soon on the highway and relaxed into the comfort of the luxurious car. Kurt had brought his music along and set the speakers on the floor, choosing some of the songs they both liked to sing along with as the car ate up the miles. Before he knew it, Kurt was in his dads driveway. As Blaine got out of the low-slung car, Burt walked out on the porch and his dog, Murphy, was a step behind him. He looked confused for a moment until he saw Kurt, then met him half-way.

“Kurt!” he shouted, folding his son in his arms and giving him a bear hug. Blaine stood back, letting the father and son reunite as if they hadnt seen each other in months instead of the two weeks it had actually been. Murphy took advantage of the Hummels reunion to sidle next to Blaine and ask to be petted, which Blaine was happy to accommodate.

“What brings you two here on a Sunday?” Burt asked, his eyes sparkling just like his sons did.

“Blaine just got his new car. His grandfather is in Europe now and left the car to him. We decided to take it for a spin and Blaine thought I might be missing you,” Kurt said. Burt grinned and nodded at Blaine.

“Thanks, Blaine. Im always happy to see the two of you. Can you stay to supper?”

“No, we have to be back in class tomorrow and we both put off our homework. We were hoping you could come to lunch with us if you like?” Kurt said.

“Id love to. Shall I drive or can three fit inside that little sardine can?” Burt teased, winking at Blaine.

“Three can fit. Actually, I was wondering if you could do me a favor?” Blaine asked Burt.

“Sure, kid, if I can,” Burt said.

“The car has been driven a little since my grandfather left, our caretaker has been in charge of maintaining it, but the drive isnt as smooth as it should be after we were on the highway. Could you drive it for a bit and maybe give me your opinion as to whether it is intrinsic to the cars age or if I need to do some type of repair?” Blaine asked.

“Id be glad to test drive it, but Im not any sort of expert on European import cars at all,” Burt said, taking the keys Blaine was holding out to him nonetheless. He got in and started the motor purring. Murphy looked up to see if he could ride with his master, but Kurt took him by the collar and put him back in the house, giving him a good rub behind the ears first.

“Ill just drive once around the block to test it,” Burt grinned, his excitement not well hidden when he got the look of a five-year-old on his face and put the car in first gear. He drove it slowly and carefully until he was out of sight of the boys, then gave it a thorough test, checking the gears, cornering, stopping, etc. He was back in his driveway in five minutes.

“Its the tires. Here, let me show you,” Burt said, walking around to the back tire and kneeling down to show Blaine the problem with the tread. “See where the rubber of the tire is worn here?” he rubbed hard with a finger and little bits of the rubber came away. “Tire rot. I bet when they did the tune-up they never thought to check the tires,” Burt explained. “Its probably not safe to drive; tire rot is an invitation for a blow-out when you hit high speeds. Come down to my shop and Ill set you up with four new tires.”

“That would be great,” Blaine said, turning to Kurt. “Im sorry I put you in danger, I had no idea the tires were bad.”

“Well, no harm no foul, I had a good time and nothing happened. Lets go get some new ones,” Burt said. Kurt jumped into the back seat. Blaine got in the passenger seat and Burt drove to his shop.

New tires made the car even more enjoyable to drive. Burt and Blaine had a difference of opinion over whether Blaine would pay for the tires, but Burt finally gave in, but told Blaine only the wholesale price.

After a long lunch the boys decided to take a walk to the park down the street from Burts house. Murphy came up to Blaine and wagged his tail. He knew Blaine was the soft one when it came to dogs and so he begged to come along by putting his head on Blaines knee.

“Can Murphy come with us?” Blaine asked Burt.

“If you dont mind. Ive been pretty busy and he thinks hes being neglected,” Burt laughed. Kurt snorted.

“Yeah, as if my dad could ignore that dog for five minutes. Murphy sleeps in his bed!” Kurt said, rolling his eyes at his dad.

Blaine clipped the leash on Murphys collar when Burt brought it out and the two boys left to sit in the park.

There were flower beds and a sculpture garden at the park and they walked around looking until they found a place to sit near the lake. Kurt got out a tennis ball he had in his pocket and showed it to the old dog, who wagged his tail even harder. Kurt threw it and Murphy sat beside him, tense and alert, waiting for the signal to fetch. Kurt gave a wave of his hand in the gesture and said, “Get it!”.

Murphy ran slowly, but he still had a smooth stride and covered the ground efficiently when he went to get the ball. He snatched it on the run and was almost back to Kurt before he slowed. He sat to get praise in the form of petting and a piece of chicken liver. Kurt kept the small pouch for snacks for Murphy when they went out.

Goodbyes were said and Kurt told his dad he couldnt come home the next weekend because the Warblers were singing in the annual charity fundraiser Dalton Days. They made plans for the following week.

~ ~ ~ KB ~ ~ ~

“Lets go ahead and just sleep here tonight,” Blaine suggested. They had come back to the Anderson place to get their things and Blaine was hoping that being alone with Kurt might be preferable to trying to be romantic in a dorm full of nosy teenage boys.

“Sure. I have my history book here, I can catch up on the next part in half an hour or so,” Kurt said. “Why arent you reading?”

“I already know all about Rodrigo and Cesare Borgia,” he said, walking over to sit next to Kurt on the sofa.

“And how do you know about them? Oh...yeah, you lived in Italy,” Kurt said, turning to look at Blaine. “I bet that was part of the history classes?”

“Ah...no. I learned all I need to know playing Assassins Creed,” Blaine said, a goofy grin on his face.

“Assassins Creed? Whats that? Oh...wait a minute. Youre telling me you are depending on a video game to teach you about the history of the Templars in fifteenth century Italy? You have got to be fucking kidding me!” Kurt rolled his eyes so hard he almost fell off the chair. “Really? Really?”

By this time, Blaine was rolling on the bed, laughing so hard he had to hold his stomach. He rolled over on his belly and looked up at Kurt, his head in palms, elbows holding him up on the bed.

“No. But, boy, did I get you!” Blaine laughed again.

“Blaine Devon Anderson...you are sooo going to pay for that,” Kurt threatened and launched himself at the bed, landing beside Blaine and tickling him in the ribs until he was squealing.

“Stop! Stop, Kurt! Oh, Im gonna piss myself....” he tried to say, but his breath was gone and he had to gasp for air. He pushed Kurt off of him and rolled over the boy, pinning him to the bed by lying on top of him and holding his wrists to the mattress above his head. He looked down at Kurt, seeing the sparkling blue eyes and the pink lips - - and leaned down to kiss him, not letting go of his wrists.

When Kurt regained his own breath, he calmed down and struggled with his wrists for a moment, but Blaine was still holding him tightly. So Kurt looked up with his face as innocent as he could project and asked in a husky whisper worthy of Lauren Bacall: “Now you have me, what are you going to do with me, Big Fella?”

Blaine cracked up again, laughing loudly for a moment, but the pull of Kurts kissable lips and big blue eyes was too much.

“I think Ill kiss you,” he said and gave Kurt a quick, chaste, kiss. Just a little peck really. Kurt struggled to either get his hands loose or to lean forward enough to kiss back, but Blaine was a lot stronger than Kurt had given him credit for. It was a stalemate with neither of them getting what they wanted and neither of them strong enough to overpower the other, so Blaine switched tactics and let Kurt go, wrapping his arms around his torso and holding him impossibly tight while he kissed him over and over.

“Can we lose the shirts?” Kurt said, so quietly that Blaine almost missed it. He sat back, pulling the light wool sweater he was wearing over his head and laying it on the chair beside the bed. He turned back to see it hadnt taken Kurt very long to remove his, either, and once again wrapped the boy in his arms, thrilling to the feel of so much skin touching him.

“Kurt, I know you said you didnt know what to do next, but now Im wondering if you want to find out,” Blaine asked him, his expression serious.

The red blush climbed up and covered most of Kurts face and down his chest as he felt the prickles of it in his cheeks. He was taken by surprise, not sure what to reply. He wanted to be with Blaine, wanted to feel the things his imagination had been supplying to his brain in dreams, but he was suddenly tongue tied. He blinked, trying desperately to find words to convey what he wanted – but instead the emotion of his confusion brought tears to his eyes.

Blaine immediately let go, apologizing for what he thought was overstepping and upsetting this boy he wanted to impress.

“Blaine...” Kurt whispered, now grabbing at his hands to keep him from leaving.

“I better go, Kurt. I didnt mean to cause you any grief, and Im just not good with communicating with you I think. I thought you wanted me...” Blaine apologized, trying to twist his wrist away from Kurts grasping hand.

“No! Dont go, Blaine. I want you – I want to be with you, experience things with you, but I dont really have any frame of reference. I am clueless and Im afraid youre going to have to show me the right path. Please, Blaine, dont give up on me just because Im not sure of....of anything right now. Well, not sure of how to ask for what I want, anyway,” Kurt said, holding Blaines wrist so tightly the veins in his hands were bulging.

Blaine put his other hand on Kurts, coaxing him to loosen his grip and let the blood flow once again to his hand.

“Oh...sorry, Blaine,” Kurt said, blushing again.

“Okay, how about I suggest something and you tell me yes or no?” Blaine asked, his voice soft and coaxing.

“Okay, I can do that,” Kurt agreed.

“Is it okay if we take off our jeans and get into bed with our underwear on?” Blaine asked, hoping that going slowly might be the key to alleviate Kurts anxiety.

“Okay,” Kurt agreed and let go of Blaine, reaching to undo his jeans and peel them off. He folded them neatly, matching the seams so the front creases lined up, then set them on the chair next to Blaines. Without looking over at Blaine, he quickly slid under the covers and moved to the far side of the bed, leaving plenty of space for Blaine.

Blaine sat still after removing his jeans, watching Kurt and feeling so bad for his nerves. He wondered for the hundredth time if this was the right thing to do. He wanted Kurt so badly – wanted to touch him, caress him, lick him, enter him. He wanted Kurt so much it often drove everything else from his mind. He sighed and told himself that it was going to be worth it one day when Kurt was his.

“How about we just lie here and hold each other like we do at night? I give you my solemn oath that I will not do anything you dont want me to. All you have to do is say the word and I will stop. Do you trust me?” Blaine asked. This, he suddenly saw, was the whole crux of the relationship: Did Kurt trust him?

Kurt laid there, his eyes closed and his hands folded into fists as he battled his inner nerves. He thought he trusted Blaine, but then why was he so full of anxiety? He truthfully had no idea, so he made a decision to trust Blaine until he showed he couldnt be trusted. That decided, he opened his eyes and looked at Blaine. He saw the beautiful person he had met on the stairs at Dalton, the one who sent electric sparks through his body when they touched, the one he had dreamed about years before they had even met. Yes, this was the person he had dreamed about! It was becoming clear to him. Blaine was the one he had waited for, dreamed about, wanted and wished for. Blaine.

The decision was still new in his head when he allowed his body to react. He rolled towards Blaine, arms wrapping around him and tugging him close, lips finding Blaines mouth and kissing, but not like they had done before. Kurt poured every ounce of passion into that kiss, then ran his hands down Blaines body. He felt his ribs, smiled at the gasp as he held Blaines hips, his thumbs caressing the hip bones and pulling down the briefs that were almost the only thing between himself and what he wanted to touch.

Backing away, Kurt reached down and removed his last garment, the scarlet boxer briefs he had put on this morning. Now there was nothing between him and Blaine. Nothing. Just the thought of Blaines naked skin, and the fact that it was a bare few inches from Kurts, made him lightheaded. He was trembling with eagerness, but Blaine might have been a mile away for all the good it did Kurt. He was frozen. He wanted to touch Blaine so badly and yet...

“Blaine...” he whispered, his trembling now more pronounced. He was shaking by the time Blaine answered.

“Kurt, calm down. We dont have to do anything. Lets just lie here together, like we do when were getting ready to fall asleep. I promise I wont do anything you dont want me to,” Blaine pleaded. Now that he had Kurt here in the bed with him, naked and so beautiful, he didnt want to take a step back. Slowly he turned towards Kurt and touched his hand to the boys face. Kurt didnt jump as Blaine had thought he would, but turned into his hand and brought his own to cup it tighter to his cheek.

“Blaine, I just cant make myself move, but I want so badly to feel your skin against mine. Please...can you...?”

“Okay. Here, put your hand on my wrist, yes, make a circle of your fingers around my wrist. Now, if I move to a place you dont want me to touch you, just tighten your fingers and I will know to stop,” Blaine said, hoping this would work. No matter how much he wanted to touch and caress every inch of Kurts body, he knew it would all be lost if he went too fast.

He scooted closer, but still didnt touch. He put his mouth on Kurts lips, kissing him, waiting until Kurt kissed back before moving on. He gave Kurts skin little kitten kisses across his cheeks, along his jaw, down to his neck. Nipping a bit as he went, sometimes using his tongue to taste his skin, Blaine kissed him down to his collarbones. Kurt was relaxed and humming his approval, not yet ready to speak or excited enough to moan.

“I want to touch you,” Blaine whispered. He reached out his hand, Kurts fingers gripping his wrist lightly. Running his fingers down the center of Kurts chest, along the sternum, rubbing tiny circles as he went, drawing concentric circles and spirals all along... he checked to see that Kurt was still calm. Then Blaine moved closer, still not touching but within a hairs breadth of his cock brushing Kurts thigh.

Fingers trailed down the light bit of chestnut hair below Kurts belly, the hair so much softer than Blaine had expected that he took in a breath and Kurt turned to him, stiffening for a moment, but relaxing as Blaine just continued to touch him lightly.

He was surprised to find how hard Kurts erection was, given how nervous he appeared. Blaine brushed over it with the back of his hand, now humming himself as he tried to keep calm. He was aching now, his own erection so hard he imagined pounding nails with it. He smiled at the thought and Kurt mistook it for encouragement and smiled back in the dim light from the window. Kurt made a noise in his throat and Blaine looked over at his face. Kurt smiled and removed his fingers from Blaines wrist, giving him an encouraging pat and turned a little more towards him.

Blaine moved his hand down, stroking the root of Kurts beautiful cock, so long and elegant, so perfectly hard for him. He put his fingers around the shaft and stroked up to the tip, Kurts eyes closing as his mouth opened and an almost silent moan came out.

“Remember that morning, Kurt? I was just on the other side of the glass from you. I could hear every moan, every slide of your hand over your hard cock, Kurt. You were so aroused that you couldnt keep your hands from touching yourself, from stroking, feeling the heat build, knowing I was just inches from you – doing the same thing,” Blaine whispered into Kurts ear, teasing him, coaxing him along.

Kurt grabbed Blaines bicep, holding it tightly as his hips thrust up into Blaines hand – causing him to hold on tighter. Blaines fingers moved back down the shaft, watching Kurts face as his eyes screwed tightly shut and he was holding his breath. Blaine continued to stroke gently, barely gripping as he moved his hips closer and rubbed his cock against Kurts thigh. He was concentrating on being as tender and gentle as he could, not wanting to scare Kurt, when he felt a hand folding around his own hard erection. Kurts fingers explored the skin, moving lightly but it felt like the fingers were on fire as they began stroking him, just a bit faster and a bit harder than Blaine.

He took that as encouragement and before long they were both pumping and stroking...

“Blaine, stop,” Kurt said and Blaine stopped, pulling his hand back and wondering just what he had done wrong. Damn, was he enjoying Kurts hand too much and got sloppy or something?

“Do we have any lubrication?” Kurt asked.

“Ah...yeah. Right here,” Blaine said, moving aside a sliding door and reaching into one of the shelves of the headboard. He quickly removed the plastic wrapper from the cap and opened it, pouring some into Kurts outstretched hand. He added a big dollop to his own hand, shifted his weight to be closer to Kurt, and placed his hand back on Kurts cock. The lube wasnt cold, but not very warm at first, either. Kurt jumped but recovered and they were back to stroking.

Blaine noticed Kurt slowing down just as he had begun to go faster, but one glance at Kurts face explained it all. His eyes were once more closed tight and his breath ragged as he seemed to be having an inner struggle of some sort. Blaine leaned in and took his mouth, licking across his lower lip and then kissing him deeply. Kurts muscles were twitching, toes curled in the sheets, thigh muscles trembling when he let go of Blaine and took a huge gulp of air, letting out an amazing noise something between a moan and an animal growl as he pushed his hips forward, Blaines hand still stroking hard now, his thumb caressing the crown and then Kurt was climaxing. He moaned, his hips bucking and his hands gripping Blaines arms tightly for what seemed like ages.

Kurt was almost finished when he remembered what he was doing and grasped Blaine once again, stroking hard, pumping his erection – taking nips of Blaines neck and sucking on the flesh, until spirals of heat flowed into Blaines belly and he was coming, too. His eyes closed, he missed the look of utter amazement on Kurts face as he watched Blaine.

Half an hour later, they lay together, still naked but warm, clean, and sleepy under the blankets. Kurt was still in awe of everything that had happened, and he felt as if his heart was singing for joy for the first time in his life. He kissed Blaines sleeping lips once more, just because he knew he could, and closed his eyes to sleep.