Kurt thought that it was fitting that he should have the best week of his life after having the absolute worst day of his life.

First, Blaine telling him he loved him. Major score. Second, having an amazing weekend with said boy. Sure, parts of it had been vaguely terrifying and sometimes downright mortifying to boot, but he wouldn't change one second of it.

Monday rolled around and Kurt approached the choir room with a sense of dread. He was usually able to plan for every eventuality but this morning left him feeling anxious and unprepared.

He'd bid goodbye to Blaine late last night and stayed up most the night talking with the teen. In hindsight, he should have gone to bed early to brace himself for the day(s) to come.

He walked into the room and was relieved that he was the first to arrive. He took a seat on the far side of the room in the very last chair, hoping Sam would take the hint and maybe be courteous and sit as far away from him as possible.

His heart raced as he heard frantic footsteps approaching the room and it nearly burst out of his chest as he saw a shock of blonde hair come in the room. No, it wasn't Sam.

It was Quinn.

"Kurt!" she exclaimed breathlessly. "I'm glad I caught you." She rushed over and took a seat next to him.

He suppressed his grimace. It's not that he didn't want to sit next to Quinn; it was just that Sam was likely to sit next to her.

"Okay, I need your advice," she said quickly. "You're like, the master of putting people in their place and I need a way to tell Sam that he is a no-good pig that should fear for his very life for all the cheerleader fury I am about to release on him and that he is not worth even half of us and that I am going to make sure that every girl and gay boy knows what a creep he is because he's a chauvinist and a cheater and rotten human being!"

Kurt was floored by Quinn's impassioned defense. Before he could respond she placed a hand on his arm and leaned closer, lowering her voice. "Not that I would tell anyone exactly why. It's not my place to share your business and I know teenagers suck and they would probably try to turn it right back around on you."

"Thanks," he said sincerely. This had been a real concern of his and it was a relief to know that Quinn was way ahead of him. "And I don't think you need my help at all. That speech was pretty impressive, if I do say so myself."

"Well," she preened. "I did learn from the best."

He chuckled and linked his arm with hers while waiting for the rest of glee club and hoping the blonde girl was going to put on one helluva good show.

Tina and Mike were the next to arrive and they waved to him in greeting before finding a seat in the back and proceeding to have a good Asian Make Out Session. The capitals were per Tina's instruction; apparently Asian's did it better. He'd have to take her word for it since the only Asian boys he knew were taken and, a more permanent deterrent, not gay.

The rest of glee club arrived minus Finn, Rachel, and Sam and Kurt thought he may be spared the indignity of having to sit in class with the person that coerced him into oral sex this past weekend.

No such luck. Sam strolled in next, looking as blond and damnably good looking as ever. His grin was smug but his eyes were nervous, noticing that the girl he sorta cheated on was sitting next to the boy he sorta terrorized.

Before anyone could say anything Finn stormed into the room and strode over to the blond boy, Rachel scurrying in behind him protesting futilely. Without preamble, the lanky teen sped over to Sam and landed a punch square in the jaw, knocking him to the floor.

The entire glee club jumped and gasped as one. There had been plenty of fighting over time but this was the first time it had ever really come to blows, and over something the majority didn't know about.

Kurt was no fool, he knew the entire club would probably know by the week but that's because he couldn't secrets from Mercedes and she couldn't keep secrets from anyone.

He was brought back to reality by shouting. Finn was being restrained by Puck who was asking him what the hell Sam did and did he need to punch him too? His brother was too busy yelling at Sam how he was going kick his ass to respond to his friend or frantic girlfriend.

Rachel was basically standing in the middle of the room looking back and forth at the two boys struggling to get at one another (Sam being restrained by Mike and Lauren) but Kurt knew she was trying to figure out if she was somehow the cause of this.

He loved her, but sometimes he wanted to choke her. Much like he wanted to choke Santana, currently sitting above him and yelling out encouragements to both parties. It seemed she loved a good fight, regardless of the participants.

Sam finally turned his attention to Quinn and looked at her in aggravation. "I get punched in the face and all you do it sit there? Don't you have anything to say?"

The head cheerleader took a deep breath and her faced morphed into one of rage. "Oh, I definitely have something to say!"

She stormed over to him and slapped him across the opposite cheek, between Mike and Lauren's hold. "You, Sam Evans, are an ass!"

Brittany reached up and covered her ears. "Why is everyone yelling?" she shouted over to Santana, not quite understanding she was contributing to the ruckus.

Kurt couldn't help but laugh at the absolute insanity occurring around him. Finn was still valiantly attempting to attack Sam while Quinn was doing her absolute best to reduce him to dust with words.

He took out his phone and subtly took a picture of the scene in front of him and sent it to Blaine with the caption Sure you don't want to come back to public school?

Mercedes noticed Kurt's pleased grin and slipped into seat next to him. "Spill, white boy. You know what this is all about."

He winked. "Tell you later." His phone buzzed with a reply from Blaine.

Wow, your first period is way more interesting than mine. Are the marks on his face from Finn or Quinn?

Kurt smirked as he tapped out Both.

Mercedes was shamelessly reading his texts over his shoulder. "What's goin' on with you and that Warbler?"

He felt a happy grin spread across his face. He barely managed to get out "He said he loves me," before his friend was squealing in delight and crushing him in an enthusiastic hug. He hugged her back and pulled back. "Now shush; I'm trying to watch this."

He looked back at the perfect moment. It appeared that Quinn had finished delivering her verbal attack. Sam scoffed and pushed back from Mike and Lauren, shaking his head and scoffing.

"Whatever; you're all losers and I'm on top. I don't need to be here," he began. He turned to face Quinn and Kurt and laughed smugly. "You were just a hot piece of ass that wouldn't even put out and you're just another gay kid that was dumb enough to think I wanted them. I can do so much better." And with that he turned tail and ambled out of the room.

Or he would have if Quinn hadn't followed him. "You're not going to do anything," she said venomously before she high-kicked him right between the legs.

He made a tortured groan before he crumpled to the floor. There was a general feeling of what the hell? in the air before Kurt couldn't contain himself and giggled aloud.

This triggered the rest of the club and soon the room was filled with laughter. Mr. Schue walked in briskly, his steps slowing in front of Sam's crippled form. He looked around the room in confusion and bent down to pull the blond teen off the floor.

The embarrassed teen pushed past the Spanish teacher and stumbled out the door. Mr. Schue focused on them and walked over to the piano, tossing a stack of music on the glossy surface. "Guys, what's going on?"

Surprisingly, it was Brittany that spoke up. "I think Sam forgot to tell Quinn and Kurt that he was going to date both of them." She shrugged in her simple way. "He's not very nice," she said succinctly.

Kurt nodded. "That's pretty much it." Brittany really was much smarter than people gave her credit for; you just needed to give her a chance.

Mr. Schue blinked slowly before gesturing out the door. "Is he coming back? Because I planned a duet and he's the male lead."

The club rolled their eyes as one save for Rachel who stood up and declared that she couldn't sing with Sam because their voices didn't harmonize perfectly.

Will sighed and covered his hands with his eyes. "You weren't the other singer I had in mind, Rachel."

Oh good. There was just enough time for the apocalypse before second hour.

The rest of the week passed in a similar fashion. Kurt took perverse pleasure in Sam's misery. He had an impressive bruise on his face from the blow dealt by Finn and it looked like he'd be walking funny for quite some time.

Hell hath no fury like a cheerleader scorned.

He and Blaine had been in near-constant contact; texting between classes, under their desks, all through lunch and talking all night long. He was ecstatic, all thoughts of Sam and his treachery behind him.

Now, all his thoughts were filled with possibilities for this weekend. Blaine had asked him on their first official date and he was alternating between squealing with joy and having one long, continuous anxiety attack.

He had confided in Mercedes and she promptly told him was insane and she was going to smack him. That Blaine was clearly crazy about him and he was only making things more difficult for himself.

So now it was late Saturday morning and he was quietly freaking out in his room. Well, quietly meaning he wasn't uttering a word but was violently throwing clothes all over the room by the armful. Many a muffled whump! could be heard from upstairs but neither Finn or Burt were brave enough to see what in the world was going on.

Carole merely smiled serenely and sipped her cup of tea. She was once a teenage girl and she remembered well that panic of that first date outfit. He'd change at least three times and call for advice or come up here for the yea or nay.

Her theory proved correct when a whirlwind in the form of Kurt Hummel breezed up the stairs. He strode towards Carole and stopped in front of her, his eyes wide and cheeks flushed. "How do I look?"

Finn and Burt focused on the game they were watching with freakish intensity to avoid answering the question. They never had the right answer and Kurt could be downright vicious when he was in a mood like this.

"You look great, very chic," Carole complimented. "But do you know if you're going to be outside at all?"

If possible, Kurt's eyes widened even more. Outside. He'd never even considered outside when he really should have because Blaine is spontaneous like that.

He flitted back downstairs and tried on a few more outfits, looking for something that was suitable for both inside and outside dates of any variety. But if Blaine thought he was going to be doing something athletic like hiking he was sadly mistaken.

He ran back upstairs and presented another outfit to Carole. He had decided on a pair of dark wash skinny jeans, hoping that the inky denim would cover any stains he might get. On top he wore a grey and burgundy striped shirt, long sleeved and cottony soft.

On his feet he wore a pair of brown leather athletic shoes from Diesel. They were like sneakers only thinner and, not only were they made for walking, he'd look great while he did it.

"How's this?" he asked Carole breathlessly.

"Perfect," she declared.

He exhaled massively, trusting his step-mother's opinion. He smiled at her in gratitude before going back to his room at a more sedate pace. He glanced at the clock and noticed he had about thirty minutes to spare before Blaine arrived to retrieve him for their date.

He knew he wouldn't be able to clean all of this up in that time so he just collapsed into one of his hanging chairs and tried to calm his nerves.

This was Blaine; the boy that loved him and drove to see him all hours of the night and came to his school just days after meeting him to defend him from a bully. He was being silly.

He was jarred out of his happy thoughts when the doorbell rang, signaling Blaine's arrival fifteen minutes early. His anxiety came back in force and he ran full tilt up the stairs.

Luckily, his wallet and phone were already upstairs or he probably would have forgotten them. Unluckily, his didn't get to the door before his father.

He really didn't like lying to his father but he wished he hadn't mentioned his date with Sam last week. One week he's going out with a blond jock and the next he's going out with a well-to-do young man of the dapper variety that had convinced him to talk to his son about sex.

He was pretty sure his father wouldn't think he was loose or immoral or any of those other words adults used to describe slutty teens but he still felt weird about it.

That and he'd like to save all the weird questions and interrogations for the obligatory family dinner he would be forced to have. He only hoped that Finn would be an ally for once and not unintentionally muck things up.

Burt opened the door and narrowed his eyes at the dark haired teen here to pick up his son. He intended to grill the boy about his intentions since this was the same kid that encouraged him to figure out exactly what went down in that tent.

His plans were dashed when Kurt skidded into the hallway, grin manic and out of breath. "Blaine," he panted. "You're early."

The charismatic boy smiled and looked from father to son. "The roads we're empty so I got here quicker than I anticipated. I hope that's alright? You know I don't mind waiting if you need more time."

Kurt shook his head emphatically while his father did the opposite. The slim teen cleared his throat pointedly and his father grumbled and stomped away into the living room.

He followed his father's progress with his eyes and wanted to melt into the floor when he saw Carole hide an amused grin behind her teacup. Instead he turned back to Blaine and smiled widely. "I'm ready," he declared.

The other boy nodded and stepped to the side to allow Kurt to exit. There was a muffled shout of "Be home by eleven!" from Burt. Kurt sighed in exasperation before yelling back "Yes, Dad!" while Blaine replied with a more respectful "Yes, sir".

They walked down his porch steps and the dark haired boy opened the car door for his date. Kurt slid into Blaine's silver Mazda6. Before he shut the door he smiled at the fair teen. "You look amazing."

Kurt smiled in pleasure and chewed his lip and the other boy made his way to the driver's seat. He got in and looked at Kurt meaningfully until he hastened to buckle his seat belt. Blaine copied his actions with a happy chuckle and they were off.

"So," Kurt began. "You've been very secretive about our date all week. Are you going to tell me what we're doing yet? Or maybe where it is?"

"Mmmm, I don't think so," Blaine replied teasingly.

Kurt flailed exasperatedly in his seat. "Blaine!"

"You'll figure out the where soon enough so I guess I can tell you," he began. "But I'm not telling you what."

"Well?"

"I'm afraid it's not very exciting this first time. It's at my house, but you'll see why when we get there."

Kurt raised his eyebrows in intrigue. "Well, you've definitely peaked my interest."

Blaine just shrugged and focused on the road. They arrived at the Anderson home and Kurt noticed distinct lack of cars present.

"My parents are at the country club," Blaine said, affecting a haughty air before rolling his eyes, clearly voicing his opinion on their whereabouts. "So it's just us."

Kurt felt his inside squirm in excitement and anxiety. He'd been looking forward to spending time with Blaine all week and he was even happier there would be no chance of interruption.

Kurt turned towards the stairs but Blaine stopped him. "This way," he said gently, taking his hand.

The two teens walked around the side of the house until they reached a rather impressive garden. "Oh," he breathed.

"Yeah," Blaine said. "This is the one opulent thing my family insists on that I don't object to."

"Oh, and I suppose you just hate your awesome car," Kurt responded slyly.

"Well, one of the few things then," he said guiltily as they rounded the corner into the backyard.

Kurt stopped in his tracks and looked to Blaine in wonder. "Did you… set up a picnic?"

Blaine's cheeks flushed and he kicked the ground idly, suddenly shy. "Yeah. Too cheesy?"

"I love it," the slender teen whispered.

He took in the large, cream blanket that had been spread across the grass under a shady canopy of flowering trees. There were mason jars filled with lemons and limes holding down the four corners of the blanket and an honest to goodness picnic basket.

Next to the wicker basket was what appeared to be a bottle of sparking water and a sealed pitcher of lemonade chilling in an ice bucket. There were a few big, cushy pillows strewn about the blanket and colorful bouquet of wildflowers.

Blaine pulled him forward and slipped his shoes off before settling onto the blanket. Kurt toed off his own sneakers and mirrored Blaine's position, grinning from ear to ear. You mention that you love romance and this is what happens, Kurt mused. Boy, did I luck out.

He leaned forward and smelled the flowers that had been set out. "Did you pick these?" he asked.

Blaine grinned sheepishly. "No," he admitted. "I asked the housekeeper, Lorena. She's been with our family forever and took pity on me. Apparently, I have no sense for color."

He began to unpack their lunch, spreading it on the blanket between them. "It's not so much a meal as a bunch of little snacks. I wasn't sure what to make so I picked a bit of everything."

"It looks wonderful," he complimented.

There were tons of fresh fruits and cheeses, some crackers and cold meats, an array of vegetables with dip and even a bunch of different olives.

He handed Kurt a plate with cloth napkin, utensils wrapped inside. "Save room for dessert," he chimed.

The slim teen nodded and reached for a Greek olive. The plates were largely unnecessary as the teens picked at the snack with their fingers, laughing and chatting all the while. They finished eating and cleaned up after themselves.

Blaine poured them each more sparkling water and lemonade (Blaine made them spritzers!) before lying back against one of the pillows, cuddling together. A large blanket of fluffy white clouds covered the sun, cooling the afternoon air.

A light breeze swept over their flushed faces and Kurt smiled up at Blaine. "This is amazing," he said happily.

Blaine merely nodded and peppered light, jubilant kisses over his cheeks, nose, and forehead. "I'm glad you like it."

They lay under the canopy of trees, light breeze playing with their hair. Well, Kurt's hair. The other boy had been convinced to give up his gel but had found a new companion in hairspray. One day, Kurt vowed he'd teach Blaine that less was more when it came to his hair.

Kurt traced the patterns across the shoulder his head wasn't pillowed on, breathing deeply. Bellies full and minds content, the boys dozed lightly. After a particularly strong burst of wind a few petals fell from the flowering trees and onto their faces.

They started awake and the ticklish sensation and laughed. "Ready for dessert?" Blaine asked.

Kurt nodded, curious to see what else he had packed. They sat up and Kurt stretched, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

Blaine pulled out two delicate glass bowls filled with a creamy whipped confection inside. "I hope you like mousse," he explained. "It's one of the only desserts I know how to make that isn't brownies from a box."

Kurt laughed and nodded. "I do," he assured. "Looks like I'll have to give you baking lessons."

"You may rethink your plan when you find out I'm useless in the kitchen. There's a reason that everything was cold. I can burn water."

"That's…pathetic," he proclaimed with a breathless laugh. "I'm sorry, but it really is."

Blaine nodded ruefully and handed him a bowl and spoon. "It's lemon and vanilla," he revealed.

Kurt hummed appreciatively and took his share. Able to burn water or not, it looked amazing and light and fluffy and perfect for a day outside.

"Raspberries?" Blaine asked, holding out a container.

"Oh, yes please."

Kurt took a bite and tipped his imaginary hat to the curly haired boy. "Nicely done, sir."

Blaine pressed a hand to his heart in a touched gesture before laughing and taking a big bite off his spoon. There was a dab of mousse on the corner of his mouth and Kurt reached forward, wiping it off with his thumb.

He blushed in embarrassment but it quickly turned to something a little hotter when the fair boy brought his thumb to his mouth and licked off the errant cream. His hazel eyes darkened in arousal and he worried his lip unconsciously.

Blaine snagged a plump berry and ran it through the last of his dessert. He proffered it to Kurt, holding the boy's gaze as his fingers stopped just short of his lips.

The countertenor maintained eye contact as he slowly leaned forward and took the berry between his teeth, lightly scraping over Blaine's calloused finger and closing his lips around the digit. He gently sucked the mousse from his finger before pulling back, dabbing at his mouth daintily.

He idly ran his fingers through his hair, Blaine's hand gently trailing across his jaw and down his neck. "Kurt," he whispered like a prayer before crashing his lips onto the other teen's.

The fair teen made a soft sound of surprise before responding in kind. He wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck and let himself be pressed into the soft blanket, pillows cushioning their bodies.

He felt hands slip under his shirt and his moaned quietly. Blaine's talented fingers stroked over his stomach Kurt's muscles jumped in arousal. A swell of desire swept over him like a gentle wave, flowing through his veins like water.

He felt alternately hot and then chilled. He reached forward with shaky hands and struggled with buttons on Blaine's shirt. The dark haired teen caught on and shrugged out of the offending garment.

Kurt's hand immediately went to the other boy's well defined chest, exploring. Blaine pushed up the fair boy's shirt and moaned in approval as he pulled it over his head. "You're so pale," he whispered.

"Uh, yeah," Kurt muttered self-consciously.

"I like it," Blaine said reverently.

"Oh," he said, dazed. "Um, thanks."

The dark haired boy chuckled and kissed him deeply. "I love you," he murmured against his lips.

Kurt's heart soared. "I love you, too."

Blaine wedged his thigh between the other boy's legs, rocking his hips onto the cradle of Kurt's pelvis. Both boys gasped in pleasure, clutching each other desperately.

They rolled about on the blankets, a tangle of limbs and teeth and tongue. The wind picked up and helped to cool their feverish skin as things heated up between them.

Regrettably, they were drawn apart by a lazy, rolling peal of thunder. The boys jumped apart and looked up to the sky. The once white clouds had faded to a mottled grey and appeared to be darkening further.

They looked to one another and laughed. Kurt shivered as a gust of wind cause gooseflesh to rise over his exposed skin. He pulled on his shirt and wished he had thought to bring a jacket.

Blaine was distractedly buttoning his shirt and staring at the sky as another crack of thunder sounded, angrier than before.

"We should probably clean this up and get inside," Kurt suggested, his ardor significantly cooled.

As Blaine opened his mouth he was interrupted by another boom of thunder. He smiled and waited for it to be over before speaking. "I think you're right."

The wind picked up even further, blowing Kurt's hair in front of his eyes and making it difficult to see as he helped clean up. He tried futilely to keep his hair back with his hand but it proved to be a lost cause.

The sound their laughter was lost on the wind as the boys struggled to keep it together long enough to finish the job. As they gathered up the blankets and pillows there was a flash of lighting before rain poured from the sky.

Big, cold droplets pelted them, Kurt shrieking at the sensation. They scurried to grab everything, laughing all over themselves as they kept dropping things due to their uncontrollable giggles.

Kurt turned towards the screened in pool area, just yards away as Blaine called to him breathlessly. "It's locked! We have to go around front!"

He shook his head in amusement and stumbled after the curly haired boy. They hastened to the front, giddy and drunk with laughter, soaked to the bone, and shivering.

The clambered onto the front porch and Blaine scrambled to open the door. His hands were wet and made the task all the more difficult, but Kurt didn't mind. Normally he'd be outraged that his clothes were defiled but he wasn't going to let something so admittedly trivial ruin his good mood.

The teens burst inside, laughing though their lips were turning blue. "Just put everything down here," Blaine said, gesturing to the tiled entryway. "I'll deal with it later."

Kurt sighed in relief and deposited his sopping burden onto the ground. He rubbed his arms briskly, hoping to warm them. "We should get out of these clothes," he said, teeth chattering.

"Uh-huh," Blaine responded. "And maybe take a shower.

The slender teen agreed wholeheartedly. Now that the laughter and adrenaline had faded he was beginning to get quite the chill.

"C'mon, upstairs."

Kurt followed after Blaine, water dripping into his eyes. They quickly made their way to his room and en suite bathroom. The shorter boy turned to Kurt and glanced at him questioningly. "Take a shower with me?"

The skinny teen nodded emphatically and they walked into the bathroom. Kurt peeled off his wet clothes, watching Blaine do the same.

The tanned boy reached into the shower and turned on the water as hot as they'd be able to stand. Kurt resisted the urge to cover himself modestly, this being the first time they were both fully naked in front of one another.

Blaine ran his hand under the spray, oblivious to Kurt's mental dilemma. He turned back and nodded to him. "All set."

The brunette nodded and stepped into the spacious shower, Blaine right behind him. "So nice," he sighed as the water hit him, flexing his fingers as they throbbed from being warmed so quickly.

"Me too," Blaine replied, gesturing to his wiggling toes. "I feel like I'm defrosting."

Kurt laughed before holding his breath, closing his eyes, and turning his face into the stream of water. He pulled back and shook the excess water off his face and smiled to Blaine. "Your turn," he said, switching places.

He let his eyes linger on the muscled planes of Blaine's back. Though shorter than Kurt, he was a great deal more muscular. He watched the muscles ripple and flex as he ran his fingers through his hair, massaging out the hairspray.

Kurt blinked owlishly before reaching for the body wash and a big, mocha-colored shower puff. He opened the cap and inhaled lightly. Sandalwood, he thought idly. Well, now he had an answer to why the other boy always had this tantalizingly faint earthy scent.

He poured a generous amount onto the puff and rubbed it between his hands to work up a lather. Blaine sniffed the air and looked behind him. "Sorry I don't have any other body wash; I know you like lighter smells."

"I like this too," Kurt said softly. "On you."

Blaine smiled lazily and turned to face him. Kurt bit his lip and struggled to keep his eyes above the waist. His companion had no such compulsions and let his eyes travel the length of his body, heat creeping into the hazel orbs.

His fingers curled around Kurt's wrist and brought the hand holding the shower scrub towards his chest. The pale teen cottoned on and proceeded to swipe the sudsy sponge over Blaine's tanned skin.

He wrapped his arms around the boy under the pretense of reaching his back. Blaine's soap-slick skin felt heavenly against his own and he had to stifle a groan. Kurt subtly angled his lower body away so that his slowly stiffening manhood wasn't pressed against Blaine's stomach.

His efforts were for naught as the dark haired teen placed his hand on the small of his back and drew him in close. Kurt's breath hitched as he felt an answering hardness against his pelvis and shivered.

"Cold?" Blaine teased.

"I think you know the answer to that," Kurt said, blushing furiously.

Blaine chuckled and nodded, pressing a sweet kiss to Kurt's full lips. He took the shower pouf and rubbed slow, teasing circles over his body.

The teens panted into each other's mouths and traded sloppy kisses back and forth. Blaine licked up Kurt's neck in long, slow drag and the slender teen wrapped a long leg around his trim waist.

Blaine dropped the sponge and let his hands drift down Kurt's back until they encountered his pert backside. He gently massaged the round globes between his fingers and pressed the slim teen to the tiled wall, away from the spray, and kissed him heatedly.

"Kurt," he said, bedroom voice overwhelming the other boy's senses.

Kurt mewled and dug his fingers into the thick muscles of his shoulder. "Blaine," he breathed. "Please."

The dark haired boy pulled back, water clinging to his curls. "Please what?" he asked voice soft and sincere. "What do you want?"

Kurt bit his lips and pressed his hips up into Blaine's, their erections rubbing together in a delicious, wet slide. "Can we…?"

Blaine reached over and turned off the spray. He elbowed opened the curtain and stepped out, drawing Kurt with him. The tanned teen snagged an oversized bath sheet and wrapped it around them both, rubbing the soft linen against their skin sensuously.

He sputtered indignantly when Kurt unexpectedly looped the towel over his head and scrubbed the water from his curly hair vigorously. The elf-like boy giggled and pulled away, swathing himself in the entire towel with a wicked grin.

He turned and fled from the bathroom, barely making it out the door before the other boy caught him around the waist. Kurt shrieked with laughter as Blaine hefted him up over his shoulder, still completely nude.

Kurt admired the view, blatantly leering Blaine's toned ass since he couldn't be caught. He let out a surprised oof! as the muscled teen deposited him on his king-sized bed.

They grinned at each other and leaned forward, pressing their smiling lips together it was supposed to be a kiss. Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt, effectively pinning his arms to his sides and nuzzling his face under his chin.

Kurt flopped backwards, taking Blaine with him. He wrestled his hands back from underneath the boy and started to pull apart the towel cocoon. "You're like a present," he mused.

Kurt laughed and rolled his eyes. "Okay, that was cheesy."

Blaine just shrugged and continued searching for his boyfriend underneath the damp linen. He finally managed to part the folds and found Kurt's pale skin underneath. The dark haired teen smiled victoriously and leaned forward to place a reverent kiss to the skin over his heart.

Kurt guided Blaine's face up for another kiss. The slender teen opened his mouth and smiled. When Blaine pulled back he ran his finger down the bridge of his nose. "You taste like raspberries."

"And I'm cheesy," Blaine teased.

Before Kurt could reply Blaine kissed him once more and pressed their bodies together, needlessly reminding Kurt why they were there. "Do you still—"

"Yeah," the fair teen replied. "I do; I really do."

The shorter teen bit his lip and pressed a kiss to his jaw. "…I feel like we should talk about it."

Kurt exhaled dramatically and closed his eyes. He should have expected this from Blaine because of his previous reactions to anything remotely sexual. "I recognize that this hesitance is my fault but can we just… go with it? Please?"

Blaine rested his chin on Kurt's chest and made a contemplative face. "Alright," he relented. But we're going to talk about it eventually."

"Of course," Kurt agreed, already planning ways to get out of that discussion. If things went well in the immediate future, he might have an excellent way to distract Blaine from any and all embarrassing conversations.

He pushed the still-damp towel off the bed and spread his legs invitingly. Blaine braced on hand near his head and leaned over the slim boy. He kissed him passionately as he used his other hand to pluck at Kurt's nipples.

He kissed down his neck and nipped at the pebbled nub before suckling gently and then repeating the treatment to its twin. Kurt arched his back and tangled his fingers in Blaine's unruly hair.

The tanned boy kissed his way down Kurt's lightly toned abdomen, pausing to lick here or kiss just there. He sucked a light mark onto a sharp hipbone before dragging his lips over Kurt's straining erection.

"Oh," Kurt breathed, hands tightening in Blaine's hair.

The shorter teen sank his mouth over Kurt's manhood a few times before pulling back and wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. He bent forward and pecked the other boy on the lips. "Up," he said, gesturing to the mound of pillows at the head of the bed.

Kurt used his legs to push himself up the bed, blindly pushing at the fluffy mountain. Kurt loved decorating but this amount of pillows was ridiculous.

Blaine crawled past him and to the side, collapsing onto his stomach as he dug through his bedside table. He grunted in success as tossed a condom and a bottle of lube onto the bed.

Kurt's stomach jumped in arousal and he felt that newly-familiar throb between his legs. Since they had spent the weekend together the slender boy had experimented with his own narrow fingers and while it was amazing it couldn't compare to the hot press of Blaine's fingers inside him.

The dark haired boy settled between Kurt's legs and gently ran his hands from ankle to hip, making Kurt's thighs quiver in anticipation.

"Toss me a pillow?" Blaine asked.

Kurt smiled and gestured around him. "Do you have a preference?" he asked teasingly.

Blaine rolled his eyes and grabbed a fluffy pillow near Kurt's head. "Should've used a scratchy one," he grumbled good-naturedly. He winked and patted Kurt's flank, signaling him to lift up.

Kurt felt warmth bloom throughout his body, startlingly low in his abdomen and trickling outward. The muscles in his stomach clenched sporadically and Blaine bent down to nuzzle at the soft skin. He was staggered how he had gone from so no ready to I was ready five minutes ago, damn it! in a matter of days.

The fair teen heard the soft click of a cap opening. His cock jumped in arousal and before Kurt had time to be embarrassed about the obvious sign of his desire, Blaine was stroking just behind his balls and making him squirm.

He gasped, body abruptly tensing deliciously before becoming boneless, legs falling open eagerly. He felt Blaine nip at his knee before his fingers trailed back and circled his opening slowly, over and over.

"Please," Kurt begged softly, meeting Blaine's eyes. "I'm ready. I'm sure."

The curly haired teen nodded and smiled gently. He'd always imagined their fist time to be a lot more, well, awkward. Full of "are you sure?" and "is this okay?" and "tell me if you want to stop", but it wasn't. It was more easy and natural that he could have ever hoped.

They made sense and they worked, so he wasn't going to postpone this any longer. They'd kind of been dating since the day they met and this was the logical end for the longest, best first date in existence.

Okay, now he was being cheesy again.

He squirted some more slippery liquid on his fingers and rubbed them together to warm them. Kurt breathed out shakily as his fingers found his hole once more, one digit slipping inside. The time for teasing had passed.

Kurt's back arched and he made a strangled sound in the back of his throat. "Blaine," he breathed, toes curling. His mouth opened in a soundless scream and Blaine pressed another finger inside him.

"Good?" he asked quietly.

"So good."

Blaine smiled and leaned forward, kissing Kurt as he thrusting his fingers in and out of his body. Kurt's arms came around, clinging and clutching. His body writhed against Blaine's in a slick, tantalizing roll.

The dark haired boy groaned into Kurt's mouth as their erections bumped together, sticky and hot and perfect. He pulled his fingers back and blindly fumbled for the lube around his knees. Kurt's protesting whine morphed into an elated cry.

Blaine deliberately stroked over his prostate and Kurt jumped in surprised pleasure. The tanned teen broke away from Kurt's mouth and knelt between his legs. He rested his face against Kurt's knee and watched as his fingers disappeared inside that tiny opening.

He felt himself harden further, aching and way too damn close. He used his free hand to grip the base of his cock roughly, hoping to stave off his orgasm just that much longer. He wasn't down with the idea of being that guy that came after two seconds inside his boyfriend and totally left them high and dry.

So, yeah, maybe he should stop watching because that was so not conducive to lasting more than another minute, inside Kurt or not.

He straightened up and pulled his fingers out, searching for the condom he'd tossed on the bed earlier. Kurt noticed his searched and cast a cursory glance around before shifting then wincing uncomfortably. He lifted his hips up and pulled the foil wrapped package out from under him.

"Found it," he chimed.

Blaine laughed and took the foil square from him, struggling to tear it open with too-slick fingers. He managed right as Kurt was going to intervene and grinned exultantly before carefully rolling it on.

He hissed as he rubbed his lube-slick hand over his manhood and wiped the rest off on the comforter. He half expected Kurt to comment on his blatant disrespect for fine textiles but instead he received a sharp pinch to the taut skin of his abdomen.

He batted Kurt's hand away and looked at him incredulously. The fair teen made pinchy-fingers at him with his thumb and forefinger threateningly. "Quit stalling," he commanded.

Blaine scoffed in protest. "I'm not—" He had to stop speaking to defend himself from Kurt's menacing fingers.

Okay, maybe he was stalling a little. But this was important! Sure, he had obtained his knowledge before Kurt but he was still lacking in the practical experience. He knew what to do in theory but he was so worried it wouldn't translate to the physical plane and he'd hurt them both (mostly Kurt), emotionally and physically.

Kurt face softened, as if sensing his anxiety. "Hey," he cooed. "Are—are you ready? Is this too fast?"

"No!" Blaine assured hurriedly. "No no no no. I am—I'm so… okay, I am definitely ready. I'm just kinda nervous I'm really gonna mess this up."

Kurt pushed up onto his elbows and tilted his face up for a kiss. Pulling back, he flopped back down and gingerly wrapped his legs around Blaine's waist, nerves finally catching up to him. "We'll figure it out as we go along. Give us an excuse to practice," he said, attempting for levity.

Blaine nodded and swallowed thickly. He leaned forward and kissed Kurt one more time before slowly pressing inside. He paused as soon as he had breached the first hesitant ring of muscle and stared down into the fair teen's face anxiously.

Kurt's impatiently flushed face had gone tense and uncomfortable. His eyes were glancing downward and unfocused, breath hitching in his throat.

"Do you… need me to stop," Blaine stuttered out. He almost hoped he said yes because Blaine had no idea how he was going to not come in like two seconds flat.

"No," Kurt replied hesitantly. "Just—maybe…finish? Like, not so slow?"

The tanned boy nodded, not exactly on board with that plan, but Kurt knew his body so he'd listen. For now.

He wrapped his arms around Kurt's slim waist and used the leverage to press inside him steadily. He felt the other boy's toes curling and watched as his face scrunched up in pain. "Still okay?"

"Yes," Kurt forced out. "I think…I just need a minute."

Blaine nodded and sprinkled kissed all over Kurt's face and chest. He untangled one arm from his waist and wrapped his hand around the other boy's wilted erection.

He heard Kurt's sharp intake of breath, this time from pleasure. He quickly stroked him back to hardness and felt the slender teen start to strain against him.

"Can you…move?" Kurt asked uncertainly.

Blaine's hip twitched involuntarily. "Uh, yeah," he replied sheepishly. He pulled out minutely before pressing in again, noticing Kurt's wince was quite so pronounced.

The other boy closed his eyes and rested his hands on the small of Blaine's back, urging him forward. "It's okay," he whispered. Blaine wasn't sure if he was trying to reassure him or himself.

He thrust a bit harder, once, twice, and sighed in relief when he heard Kurt cry out in pleasure as he skated over his prostate. Blaine could only hope the excitement and intensity of their first time would spur Kurt on to a quick orgasm because he was already moments away from his own spectacular release.

Kurt's legs unfolded from his back and fell to the mattress, looking for purchase. He rocked back into Blaine's thrusts and hissed as he brushed that bundle of nerves just right.

Blaine continued to thrust, picking up the pace at Kurt's wordless insistence. He grit his teeth and clenched his fingers in the blankets, trying to think decidedly unsexy things like… shit! everything was sexy!

Falling in the mud? Kurt covered in mud, slippery and—ugh! Why wasn't this working? Before he had time to contemplate that further Kurt tightened around him unbearably and his vision whited out.

He was vaguely conscious of his hips thrusting Kurt in staccato little jerks and groaning deep in his chest. He pressed hot, wet kisses to Kurt's neck and rode of the waves of his orgasm, feeling the other boy squirm against him in desperation.

He hips couldn't stop their jerky thrusts and Kurt mewled urgently. "Sorry," Blaine murmured, embarrassed and shaky and did he mention embarrassed?

The shorter teen pulled out, much to Kurt's displeasure. He quickly replaced his cock with two of his fingers and his back arched delightedly. "Yes," he gasped. "Yes, yes."

Blaine plunged his fingers inside firmly and relished in the array of noises Kurt made. None of them too loud, but the breathy, sensual quality made Blaine glad he was a teenager because he wanted to hear them as often as he could.

Soon Kurt's cries reached a crescendo and the slim boy spurted against his own stomach. His legs shook and his hands were twisted in the duvet. His breathing was heavy and his eyes were fluttering.

Blaine pulled his fingers out when the boy made a noise of discomfort, signaling that it had become too much. Kurt grimaced when he was empty, feeling a soreness in his lower back and he ached from abdomen to knee, but in the most delicious and gratifying way possible.

The dark haired boy quickly disposed of the condom and snagged the towel from the floor, gently swiping at them with the still damp fabric. He laid next to Kurt after tossing the towel of the side of the bed and pulled him in close.

Kurt tucked his head underneath the boy's chin, their legs tangling immediately. He breathing was still unstable and Blaine was trying to decide if he should be flattered or concerned.

"So," he began. "First time."

Kurt hummed in acknowledgment, wrapping his arms around Blaine and pulling him impossibly closer. "First time," he echoed.

"Was it… okay? Are we okay?" he whispered.

"I dunno," Kurt replied slowly.

Blaine's heart froze in his chest. Oh, God, what had he done? Before he could throw himself on the ground and beg for forgiveness Kurt continued.

"I forgot."

"…What?" Blaine asked in confusion.

"I can't remember," he said slyly. "I think I need help remembering. Maybe if we did it again…"

Blaine pulled back and looked into Kurt's mischievous face. "Is that so?" he questioned slowly.

"Mmm," Kurt said, nuzzling his face into Blaine's chest and closing his eyes. "But after a nap."

"After a nap," Blaine agreed, checking his bedside clock. It was barely four; seven hours until Kurt's curfew. He settled into the soft duvet and pulled a light blanket he kept on the corner of the bed over them.

"You know," he said, mock-wondrously. "I think I'm having trouble remembering as well. Curious."

"Yes, very curious," Kurt agreed gravely. "I guess we'll just have to keep trying until we can remember."