Blaine was right. He and Kurt had seen each other every day so far of spring break, and it had indeed been the best spring break ever. Monday was the date, Tuesday they watched musicals in Kurt’s room (and had their most intense make out session yet), and Wednesday New Directions came over and they finished Lord of the Rings. Mike had cried a little at the end which earned him a lot of crap from the other boys, but lots of snuggles and things from Tina.

            Now it was Thursday and Kurt was coming over to Blaine’s house to hang out. He was going to meet Blaine’s parents for the first time, and Blaine was a little nervous. He knew Kurt and his mother would get along really well, especially considering Kurt’s cooking skills and fashion sense. He wouldn’t say he was worried about his dad because he knew his dad just wanted him to be happy, but he was so different from Kurt. Kurt liked cooking and singing and reading Vogue; Blaine’s dad was a workaholic who liked to smoke cigars with his colleagues and go hunting. He hoped they’d find some common ground because he just really wanted his dad to like Kurt as much as he did.

            The doorbell rang and Blaine ran from his room to the front door. He heard his mother chuckle from the living room, but he was too concentrated on what was about to happen to care. He opened the door and paused. Kurt was in a pair of jeans, and a long sleeved grey shirt with a black vest—it was fashionable, but not too much so. Blaine figured Kurt was dressed down for his parents and he wasn’t sure how he felt about it. On the one hand, he was glad Kurt was considerate enough to think of it, but on the other, he wished Kurt didn’t have to think of it. He didn’t know if his parents would have minded one of his usual outfits, but that was just the thing—he didn’t know. He wished he could say his parents would accept Kurt no matter what, but up until a week ago he thought they were raging homophobes. They had accepted him and were definitely working on their beliefs, but it was a process. Perhaps showing up in skin-tight jeans and a fancy hat wouldn’t have made the best first impression. Bless you, Kurt.

            The two walked into the living room, where Blaine’s parents were waiting expectantly. They stood when they entered, and Blaine blushed when he saw the giddy smile on his mother’s face.

            “Mom, Dad, this is Kurt. My boyfriend.” Kurt stepped forward and stuck out his hand.

            “It’s so nice to meet you two,” he said as he shook their hands.

            “It’s nice to meet you too, sweetie. Blaine has told us so much about you; I couldn’t wait to finally meet you!”

            “Nice to meet you, Kurt.”

Blaine’s parents promised they wouldn’t interrogate the poor boy, but that didn’t stop them from asking a few questions. They asked about his parents (“my father is a mechanic and my mother died when I was little”), his extra-curriculars (“I’m in the glee club”), and his hobbies (“shopping. Fashion has no gender”). He and his mother went on a tangent about the upcoming Macy’s sale while Blaine looked towards his father, who gave him a small smile and a nod. Thank god, Blaine thought, he likes him. Blaine’s parents finally released them and left for some sort of function at his father’s work. The boys went into the kitchen. Blaine had promised him chocolate drop cookies, but only if they baked them together.

            “Your parents seem really nice,” Kurt said as he pulled out the different ingredients.

            “They really like you, I think. Especially my mom.”

            “What can I say? Parents love me!”

            Kurt hummed quietly as the two got started on the cookies. These were Blaine’s absolute favorite. His mother used to make them for him when he was little and got injured while playing. Anytime he scraped his knee or fell off the swing set his mother would kiss it better, then pull him inside and make him cookies. There was a picture in the house somewhere of Blaine sitting on the counter, chocolate batter covering half of his face as he kicked his legs and licked the beater. When he found out Kurt had never had these cookies he absolutely insisted Kurt come over to make some. Kurt put up a fuss about the calories or the fat or something, but Blaine told him he was perfect and the cookies were too important and too delicious to pass up.

            Kurt didn’t actually do much cooking; he mostly watched Blaine work, humming and chatting and picking up behind him. Normally Blaine made a huge mess, but when they finished today the kitchen was almost as spotless as when they’d started. Blaine thought his mother would like Kurt even more if she saw this.

            “Oh my god, Blaine,” Kurt said as he took his first bite of the cookie. His eyes closed and his head dropped back. He nearly growled when he said it, and Blaine thought it was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. “This is delicious!” Blaine had to take a deep breath before he could respond.

            “Yeah, I know.” His voice was still tight, causing Kurt to look at him worriedly. “My room?” he asked before Kurt could say anything.

            “Sure,” he said, grabbing another cookie before the two went to Blaine’s room.

            Blaine stood aside when they reached his bedroom, allowing Kurt in first. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

            “Blaine, is everything okay?” Kurt asked, setting the cookie on the desk near the door.

            “Fine,” Blaine replied and grabbed Kurt by the waist, slamming him against the door. “You’re so beautiful, Kurt,” he whispered before kissing him. He barely waited for Kurt to respond before licking against his lips and slipping his tongue into Kurt’s mouth. Kurt was so hot, so perfect. He impressed Blaine’s parents, helped bake the cookies, and then, dear god that face! Blaine hoped Kurt wouldn’t stop him, wouldn’t tell him they were going too fast. Was one month too fast to take things just a little further? Apparently Kurt didn’t think so. He had pushed them off the wall and backwards until they landed with a thump on Blaine’s bed. Blaine quickly flipped them over and pulled Kurt up to the pillows. He kissed Kurt’s jaw, making his way down his neck the same way Kurt had a few nights ago. It had felt so amazing that night and Blaine wanted to make Kurt feel the same way. He licked his collarbone—actually licked—and Kurt let out a moan above him. This only encouraged Blaine, however, who started making his way back up to Kurt’s mouth.  Suddenly Kurt shifted underneath Blaine, but shifted would be the wrong word. Kurt bucked his hips, is the only way Blaine can describe it. He lifted them off the bed and Blaine clearly felt, uh, Kurt brush against him and oh god if that wasn’t the hottest thing ever. Blaine tore his mouth away from Kurt and let his head fall to Kurt’s shoulder as he let out a loud moan. He heard Kurt do the same. The two paused as they let the sensation pass.

            “S-Sorry. Oh god, I’m sorry, Blaine. I didn’t mean to,” Kurt stammered from underneath him.

            “No, no, Kurt. It’s okay. It was, uh, it was good. Really good. Do it again?” So Kurt did, and the boys moaned again. Blaine ground his hips onto Kurt’s and started kissing him again. They carried on like this for a while, kissing and grinding and moaning. Blaine couldn’t believe it—it was finally happening, and it was way better than just kissing. It felt amazing and, even better, he knew Kurt thought it felt amazing, too. How did I get so lucky? How does this man want me. I don’t deserve him, but oh god, he’s mine and he likes me even though he knows about World of Warcraft. Blaine’s head was swimming with thoughts of Kurt, the last two months, the last week, the last few minutes, and the amazing things he was feeling right now. He could do this forever.

            “Oh, god, Blaine,” Kurt shouted as his hips started moving sporadically. Oh, oh, okay, Blaine thought as he realized what was happening. He had done this to Kurt. Kurt was, uh, finishing because of him.

            “Kurt,” he moaned as he felt himself tip over the edge too, his hips moving just as sporadically against Kurt’s. He slumped on top of him, his head dropping once more over Kurt’s shoulder. He felt Kurt’s body relax underneath him, and the two just laid together as their breathing evened out. Blaine rolled off of Kurt and grabbed his hand.

            “Wow,” he said, and adjusted his glasses, which had slipped down his nose.

            “Yeah, wow.” Kurt looked over at Blaine and smiled dopily. He got up and Blaine pouted, causing Kurt to giggle as he crossed the room. He grabbed a rag from Blaine’s bathroom and cleaned them up the best he could before crawling beside Blaine. He laid his head on Blaine’s chest and grabbed his hand, and Blaine wrapped his free arm around Kurt. The two sat together quietly, both of their minds on what had just passed. He felt Kurt smile against his chest, and he rubbed small circles on Kurt’s hand in response. Kurt pulled a blanket from the end of Blaine’s bed and laid it over their entwined forms. They slowly drifted to sleep together, warm and calm and happy.