Kurt didn't have a death wish for his father of course, hence why he decided to test out riding on Blaine's motorcycle when they weren't heading over to Kurt's house.

"What if I fall off or something?" Kurt asked, eyeing the motorcycle as he was putting on his helmet.

Blaine chuckled and rolled his eyes. "You won't as long as you hold on to me."

"You sure that's not just a ploy to get me to keep my arms around you?" He asked teasingly with a smile, watching Blaine get onto his motorcycle as he shook his head before starting it up.

Kurt readjusted the strap on the helmet and bit his lip as he walked over to stand next to the bike, listening to Blaine rev the engine. Kurt looked up at him and Blaine gave him a reassuring smile. He smiled back before he took a breath, swinging his leg over the seat to rest his foot on the footpeg before he sat down on the seat, his left foot now resting on the footpeg as well.

"You ready?" Blaine asked as he turned his head towards him, giving him a grin. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine which made Blaine smirk, taking that as a yes. He kicked up the kickstand and sped out of the parking lot, making Kurt let out a soft squeak, both out of surprise and a bit of fear. He wasn't scared of motorcycles but...Blaine was a bit more reckless than Kurt would have liked him to be. Such as he would have preferred him to not already be speeding but he just tightened his arms around him and tried to enjoy the ride.

And he did enjoy it. After a few minutes of fear Kurt started to loosen up, his arms gentler around Blaine's waist and his gaze looking out at the world around them rather than at the road, hoping he wouldn't soon skid across the hard, rough surface.

Their ride came to an end when they reached Blaine's house. "Are your parents home?" Kurt asked a little hopefully, wanting to meet his soulmate's parents, but Blaine shook his head.

"No, they're gone for the weekend.. So I have the house to myself..."He shrugged, unlocking the door and going inside the impressively sized house. Blaine's adoptive parents obviously had money that Blaine wasn't flaunting.

Kurt went inside, looking around at the well decorated inside of the home. "You have a really nice house," he complimented with a smile, to which Blaine shrugged again.

"Thanks...everything was picked out by my adoptive parents before I came here, of course, besides what's in my room."

Kurt nodded. "Can I see your bedroom?" He asked.

"My bedroom, hm?" Blaine smirked at him, taking his hand as he led him up the stairs to his room.

Kurt chuckled and rolled his eyes, smacking his arm gently. "I didn't mean anything by it. I just wanted to see your room."

"I'm sure," Blaine murmured with a laugh, going into his room. It was a nicely sized room but plain; blue walls, tan carpet, a few things hung on the wall, along with oak furniture and books stacked on the desk and covering the bookshelf.

"Do you like to read?" Kurt asked with just a bit of surprise. He didn't take Blaine for a reader.

Blaine seemed to consider answering negatively to that but he sighed and nodded. "Yeah...that's kind of one of the main things I do when I'm at home," he admitted.

"I'm glad there's something like that that you really like to do. Not that I thought you wouldn't do something like that, just...it seems like your hobbies would be more outdoor things."

Blaine shrugged. "I like more sporty things too, if that's what you were referring to. Swimming, boxing, running..."

"No wonder you're so fit," Kurt murmured, which Blaine grinned at, his hands falling on his waist as Kurt's rested on his upper arms.

"Do you like that? Me being fit?" He asked, his voice a little lower than normal, which made Kurt shiver before he nodded in response, humming against Blaine's lips as he pressed them to his own.

The kiss started out like their others had, Kurt a little tentative and not giving in to Blaine's eagerness. Blaine had backed them up until Kurt's knees were hitting the back of the bed and he sat down before Blaine gently pushed him back to lay down. He felt his heart beat quicker, almost pulling away.

But Kurt wanted to experience more than just simple kissing. So when he felt Blaine's tongue glide over his lower lip he hummed quietly, his lips parting. Blaine seemed a little surprised at this change but he wasn't hesitant in slipping his tongue into Kurt's mouth, making the taller boy moan quietly at the new feeling of their tongues gliding together.

And with not-so-simple kissing came not-so-innocent touches. Their hands were moving over each other's bodies, Blaine's hands resting at his waist and on his thigh, Kurt's hands in his hair and on his chest, feeling the other boy's heart beating quickly like his own was.

But Kurt couldn't let this continue. He wasn't ready to be shedding clothes or anything like that. So he pulled back, making Blaine groan and look at him in disappointment and confusion. "I'm not really ready for anything else," Kurt murmured, which Blaine sighed at before he rolled over to lay next to him. He seemed to be trying to collect himself.

"Okay...that's fine," he murmured, giving Kurt a small smile, which Kurt returned.

"If you don't mind seeing a little of my skin...you can see some of my other tattoos," Blaine murmured and Kurt smiled, nodding.

"Just...only the upper half," Kurt said with a little bit of a nervous laugh, which Blaine smirked at and rolled his eyes, sitting up to pull off his shirt. And yeah, Blaine wasn't the biggest, but with the soft definition of abs and strong arm muscles, he was obviously fit.

Now that his shirt was off he also revealed two new tattoos to Kurt. He pointed to his right ribs and the words scrawled in script over them. "Cambiano i suonatori ma la musica è sempre quella..." he said. "It's Italian and means 'The music's changed but the song remains the same'..."

He then pointed at the one that was also written in Italian and in the same lovely script, this one on the back of his shoulder. "Non c'è male senza bene...'There is nothing so bad in which there is not something good'..."

Kurt smiled, his fingers tracing over his tattoos. "They're both really nice sayings...I didn't know you spoke Italian."

Blaine nodded. "My father is Italian...so I learned Italian along with English when I was a child. So I'm fluent in both."

There was something Kurt found really sexy about that and he smiled, biting his lip. "You'll have to speak to me in Italian more often," he murmured.

"Sarebbe il mio piacere," Blaine said with a smirk, leaning over to kiss him, his tongue gliding into Kurt's now-willing mouth. "It would be my pleasure," he whispered against his lips, making Kurt shiver a little and grin, leaning in for another kiss.

Blaine was slowly and irrevocably becoming Kurt's addiction, as he was becoming Blaine's.