Author's Notes: Chapter 45
~Prom Queen: Part two~

Kurt wouldn't stop running after he cleared the gym; he never wanted to stop moving as he ran sobbing down the hallways. He could hear Blaine's heavy footsteps as he began to catch up to him, but he still didn't come to a halt. “I've never been so humiliated...” Kurt wept as he continued to run. He couldn't deal with the hurt, there was only so much Kurt Hummel could take and being crowned Prom Queen was his breaking point. He felt so embarrassed and ashamed; Kurt just wanted to fade away in that instant. Not even when Karofsky had threatened his life did he feel this horrible, this low. Maybe if he kept running he could escape and leave the terrible scenario behind him in his wake and not have to face it, or accept it was happening to him at all.

Blaine didn't judge Kurt for running off, heck he would have done the same, but that didn't mean he was about to let Kurt face everything on his own. Nor was he going to let Kurt run away and out of his life, not by a long shot.

“Stop! Stop! Kurt! Please just stop... come on!” Blaine pleaded as he fought to keep up.

Still crying, Kurt finally was beginning to tire, both physically and emotionally so he stopped on his heels and turned to look at Blaine. “Don't you get how stupid we were? We thought that because no one was teasing us or beating us up that... that no one cared. Like some sort of progress had been made. But it's still the same...” Kurt muttered until he was so overcome by emotion that he couldn't continue.

Blaine looked at Kurt's bitter face and he felt completely helpless, no matter what hardship they had both faced over the past year. This was nothing he could have thought to expect or anticipate and he had no idea what to say in response. His mind was whirling, he was angry, sad and whole lot more for what Kurt had been submitted to. In his inner turmoil he foolishly tried to downsize the event, proving he could make mistakes like any teen.

“Kurt... it was just a stupid joke...” Blaine replied but he regretted it the moment the words left his mouth. “I'm sorry, I really am acting stupid.” He said in frustration.

Kurt let out a tired sigh, he wasn't any more willing to face his fate, not by a long shot but Blaine's support needed to be acknowledged on some small level. “No it's not just a joke and you're not stupid, Blaine. All that hate, they were just afraid to say it out loud. So they did it by secret ballot, I'm one big practical joke.” Kurt barked out each word with increased discontent.

It was hard to remain calm and he was starting to get angry, in addition to his humiliation, bringing him to tears. There was no use to try to regain his composure by this point, so Kurt didn't even bother to. Instead he simply continued to stumble down the hallway full of denial, letting out muffled sobs as he did. “I'm not going back in there, no way.” Kurt muttered.

Blaine kept himself a proper distance from Kurt as he followed him down the hallway, he at least knew when trying to coddle Kurt would have been the worse thing to do. “You don't have to Kurt... just... I don't know! Take a moment to recover before you try to figure out what you want to do. Come on, sit and let your mind wind down a bit.” Blaine urged as he came over to touch Kurt's shoulder and coax him a little.

Kurt instantly shrugged away from Blaine's touch, like it was a defence mechanism and he looked back at Blaine with regret. “I'm sorry Blaine but... please don't touch me right now. I know you’re just trying to be your usual chivalrous self... but... I can't... not yet.” Kurt warned as he started to pace down the hall.

Blaine gave a sigh and nodded. “Sorry, I should know better than to push you,” he muttered and simply clammed up for a while. Somehow he had known it wouldn't be right to coddle Kurt but he had still crossed a line in trying to be supportive but he didn't feel rejected. Blaine watched Kurt's body language to gauge what his next act would be and he soon concluded this was one of those times Kurt needed to figure everything out on his own. To allow that to transpire, Blaine simply slid down against of one the lockers to sit on the floor and watch Kurt begin to pace back and forth. Blaine had intended to keep his mouth shut for as long as possible but after a while, he couldn't keep to that plan. Kurt was beginning to make him feel dizzy by his frantic pacing.

“Would you at least sit down?” Blaine suggested. All that Blaine got in response to his request was Kurt to shake his head but Blaine didn't retreat just yet. “Do you wanna go? You don't have to go back in there.” He offered in a final attempt.

Kurt knew Blaine was trying his best to trigger his inner courage and he looked up to see Blaine's face was full of support and adoration. Kurt let that fill his empty batteries and he began to pick himself up a little, still doing it on his own for the most part. “Wasn't prom supposed to be about us wanting to be brave together? That no one could make us hide our feelings or miss out on things? If we leave, all that will do is prove we can be scared away and that won't help us one bit.” Kurt answered as his determination began to build.

By this point Blaine could tell Kurt was on the road to recovery and his normal courageous self was beginning to shine through. All Kurt needed was a gentle push and he would be back to who he truly was, the person who Blaine had so easily fallen in love with. “So what do you wanna do?” Blaine asked half pursing his lips.

Kurt didn't give into Blaine's gentle prodding, no matter how adorable he was. At first Kurt looked away in frustration, fighting the urge to give up. He had faced hate before and each time he chose to meet it head on hadn't been easy, but was the right choice. Kurt didn't want to go back into that room and very few people aside from his friends deserved to see him return. But then, Kurt wanted, more than anything was to prove he had value. Bullies could try their best to throw him down, but Kurt Hummel always picked himself back up and walked away, stronger than ever. He looked towards the gym for a moment as he began to picture their surprised faces and he knew what he wanted to do, no, what he had to do.

“I'm gonna go back in there and get coronated...” Kurt began as he pointed his finger towards the gym. As his eyes fell back on Blaine and saw his loving gaze, Kurt knew he was on board with the plan. “I'm gonna show them that it doesn't matter if they are yelling at me or whispering behind my back. That they can't touch me, they can't touch us...” Kurt continued as he came to kneel right in front of Blaine on the floor, who inched closer to him. “Or what we have, because our love in stronger than any of them.” Kurt finished with determination.

Blaine couldn't hold his feelings back any longer and without warning he touched the sides of Kurt's cheeks and pulled him in close for a long and tender kiss. Kurt met his gesture head on, coming to grasp the back of Blaine's neck as they let the experience wash over them. This was the reason they couldn't give up, they had each other no matter what crap was thrown their way. When the kiss was over Blaine stroked Kurt's face as he brought their foreheads to gently rest against each other.

“I've said before that there are no words to describe you or how I feel about you... Kurt, and that has never been more true. But if I were to try... then I'd start with how you are the most morally compassionate person I know... you move and mesmerize me on a daily basis and every day I wake up thinking I'm the luckiest person in the world. Because you came into my life and changed me, you shook up my whole world and it's all for the better.” Blaine said softly to him. “We're soul mates Kurt... you and I are meant to be. I've never been so sure of anything in my life.” Blaine breathed as he began to choke on his words from the emotion welling up in him.

Kurt smiled at Blaine, feeling the warmth build in his heart and stomach. He would have been able to understand what Blaine was trying to say even without words because his deep brown eyes said it all. Kurt let out an awkward laugh and the act felt freeing as he pulled Blaine into his arms and clung to him.

“Blaine... you give and give, so much that sometimes I'm afraid they'll be nothing left of you... but that's just the type of person you are. You give without hesitation and I never want you to change, because I love you... the person you are inside and out. Whatever the future holds for us, I know that right now, I have no regrets; just love.” Kurt whispered.

Blaine and Kurt continued to laugh and cry together as they held onto each other for support and strength. Until Kurt knew he had to get back up on his own if he wanted to keep to his word and go back to the gym.

So Kurt let go of Blaine and smiled, “Thank you.” He said softly as he began to sniffle and regain his composure.

Blaine held out his packet of tissues and Kurt took one to wipe his nose silently. Blaine stood up and dusted himself off as he turned to look back down at Kurt. He held out his hand to Kurt as if he was offering all his strength for his boyfriend to take. “You ready for this?” He asked softly.

Kurt nodded and took Blaine's hand and let Blaine pull him up to stand. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Almost...” he said weakly and pulled Blaine in close for the longest and most passionate kiss Kurt had ever given him before.

Afterwards it took Blaine a few minuets to be able to think straight. “Uh well… I'm glad I could help....” he sputtered off with a big goofy grin on his face.

Kurt let out another small laugh and let it keep him going, but he was going to do it all on his own this time. Kurt took Blaine's hand in his for a moment and squeezed, before letting go. “You've helped me more than you realize, Blaine. But this time, I'm going to do this on my own; it's my hill to climb. It's time to take my crown and show them all, that Kurt Hummel does not run, he faces hate head on.” Kurt told him as he looked out to the gym.

Blaine let out a cheering hoot in support, gesturing for Kurt to start climbing. “Show them handsome, show them all how sassy you are. I'll be watching you with pride, just like when I first saw you at the mall.” Blaine said as he stood in place, watching Kurt as he walked past him and straight towards the battlefield ahead.

Blaine simply placed his hands behind his neck and strolled off a few moments later. Fine to watch the scene unfold off in the distance, since he knew Kurt was right to go solo. His heart began to race when Kurt slowly made his way through the still separated crowd and walked up the stage. Giving those around him judgmental stairs, as if to stay, 'Just you try to stop me.' And no one dared to try.

Blaine was glad he had decided to keep back. This was Kurt's moment to shine and he didn't want to take any attention away from him. Blaine had never felt more pride as he watched Figgins place the crown, to his relief wasn't a tiara, upon Kurt's head. Kurt clearly wasn't happy with the outcome as he gingerly took the scepter and stepped up to address the crowd. Blaine had some clues to what must be going through Kurt's head at that exact moment but he was an observer like everyone else, and that was okay. He smiled anxiously as he had no idea what Kurt would say, except that it would be perfection.

“Eat you heart out Kate Middleton.” Kurt announced with a witty grin.

Blaine broke the silence in the gym with a excited round of applause, their friends in New Directions quickly following his lead and amazingly, others started to join in and cheer for Kurt's act of bravery. It was the strangest coronation Blaine had ever experienced, but he was glad to be there to watch it unfold.

He couldn't hold himself back anymore and shouted out, but his words were drowned by the noise building in the room. “I love you, Kurt!”

But Kurt's moment of victory was soon over when Principal Figgins announced it was time for the royal dance. Kurt glanced over at Karofsky, unsure what would happen next. It was miraculous when Karofsky started to walk along side him towards the dance floor and Kurt got a sudden daring idea, noticing the opportunity before them. As everyone parted on the dance floor to give way, Kurt inched closer to David. “Now's your moment.” He whispered to Dave.

“What?” He whispered back.

“Come out, make a difference.” Kurt suggested.

But Dave Karofsky had his limits, he was in no way comparable to the young man beside him or to his boyfriend still a distance away. As Dancing Queen started, he stopped to stand in front of Kurt and the terror in his eyes was easy for him recognize. Kurt knew that look and he knew what would happen next and all he could do was keep himself together as Karofsky turned into a scared little boy, right before his very eyes.

“I can't….” Dave croaked and he hurried off the dance floor, leaving Kurt totally alone.

Meanwhile, a certain well-dressed young man was slowly edging his way to where Kurt was, who saw a chance he wasn't about to shy away from.

Kurt's attention was elsewhere as he looked around the room hopelessly and Blaine took a deep breath. 'Let this work.' He pleaded to himself as he stepped directly in front of Kurt. “Excuse me....” he began.

At the sound of that familiar voice, Kurt whirled around to find Blaine standing there, beaming away though he was clearly nervous. Kurt's first reaction was show surprise, then, his expression changed to delight at the bold declaration, which was out for all to see.

“Uh, may I have this dance?” Blaine asked as he held his hand out to Kurt.

Kurt could barely hold himself together as his coy smile widened to a big grin and he looked around the room for a second. Nothing he saw there made him want to shy away from Blaine's beautiful gesture. “Yes... yes you may.” He replied softly while grinning so much that his jaw started to hurt.

With Kurt's blessing, Blaine took Kurt's hand, guiding him to move closer and began to lead him to dance in a circle. At first all Kurt did was look around at everyone watching them, but Blaine was happy to take the lead. He set to rocking them back and forth as they turned, smiling away, coaxing Kurt with every turn. Slowly after Kurt noticed the encouraging smiles of his friends he began to relax and enjoy the dance, getting into the right mind set. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate Blaine coming to his rescue, that was an understatement to be sure; it was just hard to be the sole focus of the room.

Blaine's plan was working and when Kurt finally looked his way he was greeted with Blaine's smiling face and he let out a small giggle. Blaine decided to up their enjoyment by twirling Kurt around, causing his boyfriend to laugh even harder. Afterwards Kurt came to a stop but he still felt like he was spinning. He'd conquered hardship and come out a winner; like a true royal indeed. As the music continued, the couple pulled apart and began to dance a bit quicker as their friends came to join them on the dance floor. Kurt never would have imagined he'd find himself cutting a rug to Dancing Queen with a loving boyfriend, while wearing a crown and a kilt on prom night. But as Kurt's friends began to surround them and the wide girth the other students had given started to narrow in consequence. Kurt knew once again he had made the right call.

Kurt's spirits were renewed and he and Blaine celebrated by singing along to the music as Kurt swung his scepter around, trying not to hit anyone. When all of a sudden endless amounts of balloons began to fall from the ceiling and the whole room broke out into loud cheers.

Kurt laughed as he watched Blaine bat a balloon away from his face and he stepped up to Blaine and they whirled around, Kurt clutching his crown to keep it on his head. At one point during the song Rachel came over and tackled them both with fierce hugs and the three broke out and danced a circle. At the end everyone erupted into loud cheers and excitement at how the night hadn't been ruined in the end.

Rachel came at Kurt and hugged him tightly once more, finally able to be heard. “Kurt, my god you're amazing, I'm so proud of you.” She said happily.

“Thank you Rachel, but I can't breathe...” Kurt wheezed.

Kurt didn't get much chance to recover when Mercedes came over to hug him next. “You are one inspiring human being, Kurt.” She said.

“Takes one to know one, Mercedes!” Kurt added.

Eventually even Kurt had reached his limit of receiving so many hugs and words of support from his friends and a few members known faculty. He had powered through enough not to run. And while Kurt had enjoyed himself by the end, he wanted to leave and no longer be under so many eyes and let it all sink in. While in the safe company of Blaine and him alone in their hotel room. But not before there was one final detail to take care of.

“Okay Blaine and I need to get our prom photo taken before it's too late, thank you!” Kurt shouted as he grabbed onto Blaine and hauled him off to the photo area.

“Does this mean I'm royalty now too?” Blaine asked with a laugh.

“We're not married yet, so sadly not... but you can still be my consort.” Kurt answered as he pulled Blaine close and put his arm around his shoulder. “Now let's make this a photo that even the queen would be proud of.” Kurt whispered.

Blaine just laughed as he wrapped his arms around Kurt, humouring his boyfriend but he still couldn't behave himself. He was in far too a cheeky mood and suddenly kissed Kurt on the cheek right when the camera flash went off.

Kurt knew his look of surprise must have been far from flattering. “You little...” Kurt sputtered off.

“Sorry... couldn't help myself.” Blaine apologized with a sheepish grin.

Kurt just shook his head and began to chuckle, it was far past the point of it making any difference. “Oh you...” he simply sighed and moved them along so the next couple could have their turn.

“Me what?” Blaine asked playfully as they made their way through the crowds as the prom was coming to a close for the evening.

“You wonderful crazy person, you... what else can I say but... thank you.” Kurt told him.

“How about that you love me?” Blaine suggested.

Kurt let out a laugh and hugged him for a moment. “Haven't you heard that enough?” He whispered in Blaine's ear.

“Never.”
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For once Blaine and Kurt were glad that all things came to an end. All Kurt wanted to do was leave and be alone with Blaine and it took once glance to see Blaine felt the same. So when some of their friends invited the both of them to continue the festivities as a group, Blaine politely declined. But that wasn't enough for Rachel, who kept insisting.

Kurt gave her a weak smile, he knew she was just worried about him and that was why he didn't get annoyed with her. “Thanks Rachel, but I'm actually kind of done with partying....” Kurt began to explain with a sigh. When he saw that her worried look remained he decided to add a bit of humour to put her at ease. “... At least not on such a large scale.” He whispered to her with a wink.

Rachel giggled in response and she patted Kurt's shoulder in defeat. “Fine, I think I understand now. Just don't let your night with Blaine get ruined, if anyone deserves to get laid on prom night it's you, Kurt.” Rachel teased.

Kurt had never heard something so shocking come from Rachel Berry's mouth, so all he could do was gape at her at first. “My god, Rachel! You finally managed to surprise me!” He blurted out.

“Well that's quite an honour then, anyway you two go have fun.” Rachel said with a wink and she skipped over to join the others.

Blaine chose that moment to return to Kurt's side. “So ready to head back to the hotel?” He asked.

Kurt nodded at Blaine with a weak smile. “Yes.” He answered.

During the car ride there was no mini concert and having sung at prom wasn't the reason for their silence. Blaine let Kurt be for a while, figuring he needed time to recollect and not have to talk about his whole ordeal. Until he noticed Kurt glancing at the scepter in his hand and he couldn't take it anymore.

“You know Kurt, if you're not in the mood to... well... have sex because of tonight. I want you to know I totally understand and I'm not expecting anything….” Blaine began to assure.

As usual Blaine was acting as selfless as ever but Kurt wasn't about to have any of that, not this time. Kurt eyed him playfully, since he could tell Blaine still was hoping for some action, bless.

“Blaine, just because tonight sucked there for a while doesn't mean I'm not in the mood for sex now. In fact, after how wonderful you were... it just makes me want to get into your pants even more! Don't get me wrong though, I haven't forgotten how humiliating tonight was. I do intend for us to have a long therapeutic talk... just not yet. I have far more gratifying plans in store for us tonight. If you're up for them, and I get the feeling you are.” Kurt explained.

Blaine stopped himself from making a joke along the lines of how sure he was, because he needed Kurt to be 100% sure. “Yes, your assumptions are correct... as long as you're sure...”

“This is starting to sound familiar, like when I was asking you about going to prom, Blaine. I think Rachel said it best when she told me I deserved to get laid tonight. I can think of nothing better to do now than have some hot, satisfying sex before we have to head home to face the cruel world again.” Kurt pointed out.

“I'm sorry all I heard there was hot sex.” Blaine teased.

“Just drive, Blaine.” Kurt urged.

The couple spent the rest of the drive just idly chatting; it was good to let the tension drop even more. Once more they tried to nonchalantly walk into the hotel and not stick out, but this time that wasn't so easy since they were still decked out in prom attire. Kurt had taken the crown off his head, which Blaine was holding for the trip up to their room. Kurt opened the door, stepped inside and he felt somewhat subdued but that was natural. As hard as he was trying to stay focused on the positive, the negative kept popping back in his mind.

As Blaine followed Kurt into the room and placed his crown on the table, he noticed the sad look on Kurt’s angelic face. He didn't want to argue, since Kurt usually knew what was best for himself and his boyfriend had been right, he still hoped for something sensual to occur. But Blaine was beginning to worry that offering sex wasn't the best he could do to help Kurt recover.

“Kurt, seriously if you're not up to it, don't try to convince yourself you are. We can sit and talk… or cuddle or whatever you feel like doing. As mind blowing as sex with you is, it's not the solution for every problem.”

Kurt took the 'Do not disturb' sign off the back doorknob and placed it on the front before closing the door shut. When Kurt turned to look at Blaine his face held a warm smile, he was looking forward to showing how badly he wanted his boyfriend. But at the same time, he wanted to make sure Blaine was equally in the right mind to get down and dirty.

Kurt stopped at the table and picked up his crown, walking over to Blaine and placing it upon his head. “You should have been Prom King, Blaine... but best boyfriend in the world will have to do.”

“I'm honoured but you're dodging the question, K...” Blaine began to say.

But he was quickly cut off when Kurt came up and took hold of his face, though his touch was soft and tender. “Just shut up and kiss me.” He breathed.

Blaine needed no further convincing, Kurt knew his cutie far too well and Blaine happily granted the request and kissed Kurt full on the mouth. He didn't even try to keep their lip locking chaste and it proved to be a good call. Now the only tension rising in the room was sexual and that was the type the couple loved the most. After Blaine had spent a good amount of time kissing Kurt's inviting lips, his mouth slowly began to gravitate downwards. Until his lips brushed the fabric of Kurt's collar of his shirt and he frowned. “Aren't we a little too over dressed for this?”

Kurt pulled back slightly from Blaine, “I suppose we are. But if we're gonna lose the suits next, I hate to be a spoil sport, but there will be no tearing off things in a fit of passion. That suit’s a rental and even though mine isn't I'd like it to remain undamaged.”

“That's okay, we'll just carefully disrobe, put our suits back in their garment bags and then we'll fuck like rabbits.” Blaine said with a smirk.

Kurt's mouth fell open in shock, sure comments like this from Blaine were nothing new, but every now and then they still caught Kurt off guard. But, Kurt didn't mind since it always turned him on and worked for their benefit. So Kurt merely laughed and grabbed for Blaine's tie, pulling his face close in for another kiss. Kurt began to undo the knot in his tie, shaking his head. “God Blaine, you can go from a dapper gentleman to sex delinquent in a second.”

“Only around you, Handsome.” Blaine replied as he began to undo the buttons of his jacket.

Something as simple as unbuttoning a dress shirt got them far too hot and bothered right from the start. The teenagers agreed it would be far safer to undress themselves if they wanted their clothes to come out unscathed. As soon as their prom wardrobe was safely back in garment bags and hung up in the closet, the last leg of their evening could finally begin. Kurt, now only clad in his boxer-briefs and undershirt, looked over to Blaine, who was in a similar state of undress and gave his best bedroom eyes. Blaine read the message loud and clear and allowed Kurt to lead him over to the bed.

Yes, Blaine was looking forward to having a sexual give and take with his leading man, and Kurt seemed to be in a bossy mood as he guided Blaine to the edge of the bed and pushed him down into a sitting position.

Kurt smirked at Blaine, placing his hands on Blaine's and brought his head level to Blaine's so they could share another kiss. Kurt was long overdue for some recreational activity by this point. “Just in case you're still worried... I'm going to show you how much I want you.” Kurt whispered in Blaine's ear.

Blaine only had time to shiver, denying him the chance to ask what Kurt meant exactly but there was no need. His intentions became very clear when Kurt reached down in front of Blaine and reached down inside Blaine's boxers. When Kurt pulled out his cock to discover it was only half hard he grinned up at Blaine playfully.

“So what do I need to do to get your boner raging, Cutie?” Kurt asked seductively.

“Keep using that tone for one... touch me Kurt, you know what I like best.” Blaine moaned.

Kurt began to rub Blaine's cock as he brought his mouth up to Blaine's ear and began to whisper the many dirty things he planned to do to him that night. It quickly became clear that it was working from how hard Blaine's cock was becoming. Kurt hovered over Blaine and kissed him deeply as Blaine brought his hands to slide Kurt’s boxers down off his hips. Once Blaine was ready, Kurt let go of his cock so he could fully slip out of his underwear. Blaine's own pair followed and Kurt knelt back down and took Blaine's shaft into his mouth and began to suck.

“Shit! You've gotten so good at this, Kurt!” Blaine shouted out.

Kurt mouth was too busy and full of Blaine's cock for him to start another spurt of flirty banter, which Blaine seemed to sense. So their chatter stopped and Blaine was rendered unable to do anything but moan while Kurt moved his mouth up and down on Blaine's length. It had taken a few months to conquer but Kurt had gotten past his gag reflex to the point where deep throating was possible. So far the couple had only experimented a few times with this new talent, but now Kurt was ready to give it another go. He suddenly slipped Blaine's cock further down until it met the back of his throat and Kurt could easily tell Blaine was enjoying the change.

“Kurt! I almost came just now! But don't stop!” Blaine cried out with pleasure.

In the six months Kurt and Blaine had been sexually active, both had learned to notice the signs of when their partner was about to reach orgasm. The little things, like how their bodies tensed up, or the noises they made, all their quirks and mannerisms, not to mention the profanity they shouted. Kurt had no trouble knowing when Blaine was reaching his limit. Blaine's body suddenly convulsed and Blaine's fingers dug into Kurt's scalp as he shouted out Kurt's name at the peak of climax. Kurt was proud he didn't choke, instead moving his head back and swallowing Blaine's load, his Adams apple moving up and down from the effort.

Blaine slumped forward, fluttering his eyelashes as he looked down to watch is boyfriend lick his cock clean. The sensual display was already making his blood pump and he was grateful for his youthful hormones. When Kurt was done he straightened his body up and Blaine leaned forward to rest his head on Kurt's shoulder.

After he got his breathing somewhat under control, he was able to speak once more. “Kurt, that was fucking amazing.” Blaine wheezed. He knew he used the word a lot, but it worked best this time. “By far the best blow job you've ever given me.”

Kurt gave Blaine a smug smile; it was just what he had been aiming for. He wrapped his arms around Blaine's shoulders. “So do you still wanna ask me if I'm sure?” He whispered in Blaine's ear.

Blaine laughed at Kurt, arching his head back up and wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist and pulled. Causing them to fall back on the bed and Kurt to lie on top of him. “Oh no, we both clearly want each other bad... we need this and heck; we sure deserve it!” He added with a smirk. “I don't care who fucks who first either, I want to share our bodies, our souls... and... fuck I'm through sounding poetic, I want you so bad right now.”

Kurt beamed at Blaine and placed his finger over Blaine's lips to silence him, stealing a quick kiss as a reward. “I want to fuck you Blaine, but I don't want either of us to give up control this time.” He whispered.

Blaine nodded, “Sounds good to me, then what position should we start with? Tell me what you want me to do, baby.”

“Well you're already conveniently on your back and I'm on top of you, why don't we start like this? We both know how making love face to face turns us on.” Kurt suggested as his hands glided down Blaine's body, setting him a blaze with heated desire and causing his own cock begin to throb.

Because of their current position, Kurt got to see Blaine bite his lower lip as he nodded and his hand went straight to Kurt's erection.

“Shit, Blaine!” Kurt swore.

It was a fun kink to discover that it was only during sex that either boy let up on their attempts to keep their language clean. But so far; only shouts of profanity were the norm, proving there was still plenty left to experience in the bedroom. Kurt kissed Blaine hard on the mouth as he writhed on top of him. His lips kissed Blaine's shoulder and he ran his tongue down along his right pectorals and continued down to his navel. The couple began to roll around in their passionate embrace, moaning and gasping for air.

While both Kurt and Blaine enjoyed foreplay, they were soon reaching painful levels of hardness in their cocks and they were more than ready for the main event. Kurt made one final effort to arouse Blaine, by lowering his head all the way down to Blaine's hip. As he began to suck on Blaine's left hipbone his hand came to Blaine's entrance and began to circle the ring of muscle.

“Wow, Kurt! You're gonna kill me before you get to doing me!” He shouted out.

“I'm not sure if I should apologize.” Kurt teased as he finished and grabbed for the lube on the bed beside them.

Blaine arched his head up to see why Kurt had stopped but he saw it was simply to get the needed supplies. Blaine didn't remember when Kurt had put the lube and condoms on the bed but he was glad his boyfriend was thinking ahead. Kurt returned to hover over him and they shared another fevered kiss and Blaine let out a silent moan.

“First a incredible deep throat job and now this? I'm worried I might not survive the next part!” Blaine laughed with amusement.

Kurt smirked as he watched Blaine bring out a condom and set to rolling it on his boyfriends cock, leading to Kurt to apply the correct amount of lube over top. Kurt coated two of his fingers and pressed inside of Blaine. While there was no need by this point to stretch him out before hand, both he and Blaine enjoyed fingering.

“You better, I want you to stick it to me good next.” Kurt growled.

“Guess there's only one way to find out huh? Really I can't handle much more anyway, I need you inside me, Kurt.” Blaine breathed.

“But I am.” Kurt pointed out, as he stretched his fingers more to prove it.

“Shit, stop that! I meant your cock!”

Kurt knew when it was time to quit teasing and get onto what they both wanted. So he slowly pushed Blaine to lie with his back fully splayed out on the bed. Despite how hot and bothered they were, they kept laughing away with delight. Their mood could change in an instant, ever playing keep away with going back and forth from romantic and frantic. But the thing that never changed was how they always enjoyed themselves. Of course the couple was still human and young, so not every foray into sex was magical, but they always connected on some level.

“Love you...” Kurt purred as brought his hips to the proper alignment.

Blaine spread his legs apart as wide as possible so Kurt could come to lie in between, when he felt the familiar sensation of Kurt entering him, stretching him out he felt the air seep out of his lungs. “So good.” He gasped with pleasure.

Kurt pressed his hips forward so he could fully push himself into Blaine's tight hole, whimpering as he did. No matter how many times Kurt felt the sensation of being inside of Blaine, it always sent a shock wave of pleasure through him. Blaine felt so right, they fit so well together, but he was in no mood to go slow and ponder further. Maybe after they had come enough they could manage to do more sleepy and tender coupling. At present their lovemaking was neither frantic nor lazy but at a pleasurable middle ground. Soon a steady rhythm was achieved and Kurt picked up speed with each forward thrust and Blaine rocked his body from under Kurt to meet his pounding to enhance the sensation.

“Blaine, oh lord Blaine, yes... just like that!” Kurt cried out in ecstasy.

Blaine brought his legs to wrap around Kurt's hips as they inched themselves towards release. Kurt slowed his thrusting down a bit so he could look Blaine in the eye and give him a passionate kiss. The short interlude over with, the pair resumed.

“Faster, Kurt! Fuck me!” Blaine muttered

Kurt suddenly pushed Blaine hard into the mattress as he began to slam his hips forward and Blaine squeezed around him. Kurt was overcome by the sensation and Blaine pushed against him with all his force and Kurt as he fought to keep himself from coming first. Not that he really needed to hold himself back.

“Kurt, just come, I already did once before, don't try to be a saint during sex!” Blaine blurted out when he knew exactly what his lover was up to.

Kurt knew he was being stupid and honestly he couldn't hold out for longer anyway. So Kurt relented and let his body reach orgasm and he berried his head in Blaine's shoulder. “Blaine, I'm coming!”

Blaine felt like his blood had begun to boil Kurt had little to worry over since Blaine's own climax soon followed his boyfriend’s. “Kurt! Yes!” He breathed with pleasure.

Kurt had planned to simply collapse on top of Blaine like he had countless times before, but Blaine seemed to have other ideas. Blaine grinned at Kurt and took hold of Kurt's hips, helping to ease him out Blaine gently rolled Kurt until Blaine was on top of him. He kissed Kurt's lips once, then began to suck and lick his neck.

“You... you move me, Kurt.” He declared.

“Literally this time.” Kurt replied playfully.

Broken laughter followed, in between tender and sweet kisses, as they pair continued their therapeutic and rewarding exploration of their entangled bodies. The high and low points of the night fuelled their desire and the need to experience and share in the physical, an honour no one else had. But time still moved and both teens, even distracted in naked bliss, knew the clock was ticking.

“How much time do we have?” Blaine asked Kurt reluctantly.

Kurt let out a sigh, he didn't want to be an actual Cinderfella and have a deadline, but drama or not he still had a curfew. Kurt bent over to glance at the clock on the bedside table, glad to see fate was on their side for once.

During the pause Blaine took care of the used condom, blushing a bit at the thought of the cleaning crew discovering it in the morning.

“We have an hour so before we need to get redressed and head for home.” Kurt answered.

Blaine nodded, not as much time has he had hoped but still, it was something. “We'd better make the most of it then. Starting with me returning the favour and having my way with you.” Blaine muttered, his voice heavy with seduction.

Kurt raised an eyebrow at Blaine playfully, fully enjoying the desire in Blaine's look at present. You could have a lot of sex in an hour if you knew how to time yourself properly. “You're right... think that's enough time to possible break our record tonight?” He asked coyly.

“Do we even remember what our record is?” Blaine asked.

“It's four times, trust me... I remember.” Kurt scoffed.

“So few?” Blaine said with a frown.

“Well that was when my parents were on their honeymoon and since then... we haven't had the entire night together to try for more. We eventually had to stop before we got so sore that our bodies would give away our shenanigans.” Kurt pointed out. “Which is such a freaking shame! I mean; why can't one of our parents go away for a holiday for even a weekend for fucks sake!” Kurt whined in frustration.

Blaine was quick to realize that complaining about how they never had enough time for sex was wasting precious time and the irony wasn't amusing. “Let's focus on the positive, baby. I don't want to spend our time venting! All that matters is we're alone, in a hotel room and we have at least sixty minuets left. I think we'll find out you can have a lot of sex in an hour.” Blaine sassed.

Kurt was quick to get Blaine's point and he chose to speed their recovery time even more and make up for lost time. “Well it might be fun to use the location to our best advantage.” Kurt told Blaine playfully.

“But there's no piano.” Blaine teased.

“God, Blaine that's your sex fantasy not mine! As hot as it might sound, it's a very hard surface and it's gonna make us bruise....”

“So you do plan for us to have sex on a piano one day?” Blaine asked with excitement.

“Yes, maybe after we graduate high school or something. But not tonight, as we have no piano... but we do have a couch, we've never had sex on a couch before.” Kurt pointed out.

All Blaine had to hear was the word couch and he snapped into action, grabbing for the box of condoms and the lube with one hand. Using his free hand to pull Kurt off the bed and lead him to the couch. “Say no more, you got me sold.”

There wasn't a bashful bone left in their bodies and the need to try something new and spread their sexual wings a bit was too much of a turn on. As long as took care of any signs of where they got busy on, there would be no mortification to follow.

Kurt was glad he could keep laughing because Blaine's eagerness and the devious grin on his face was quite amusing and hot. Once the pair arrived at the couch they paused to kiss each other deeply, bringing their arms around each other. Heat and desire coursed through their demanding bodies as they used the sexual tension in the room to the best of their ability. It didn't take long for the teens to be ready to start round two.

“Thank god for our teenage hormones.” Kurt said as he began to rub their cocks together.

“I'd like to think I'd get a boner this quick no matter how old we are, you just have that effect on me, Kurt.” Blaine moaned.

“Why aren't we being optimistic,” Kurt teased playfully.

“What I'd rather be right now is inside you, Kurt!” Blaine half growled.

Kurt took the compliment to heart, or cock rather as he knelt half on the couch, resting his hands on the bottom cushion as he raised his ass high up for Blaine to see.

“Help yourself honey, I'm all ready for you.”

Blaine mimed getting shot by a bullet, recovering quickly so he could pounce on the saucy young man beckoning him forth. He held back enough to still have some class but what he wanted to do to his boyfriend couldn't be described as dapper.

“Sweet lord you know just how to get me going, baby,” he moaned. He got to work by bringing out a condom and put it on, grabbing for the lube next. “As much as I want to torture you with foreplay for hours... that's not gonna happen right now.”

Blaine opened the lube up and slicked up his cock. He then coated two of his fingers with lube and pressed close up against Kurt and rubbed his finger around his wet entrance and pressed one inside.

“Foreplay when it comes to you isn't torture, believe me. But save it for my birthday and let's fuck.” Kurt groaned, finding his being so lewd being rebellious and in turn, thrilling.

“You know it's still funny how much we swear when we're having sex... compared to anywhere else.” Blaine had to comment with a chuckle.

“Yes that's very amusing but you're also stalling... is this payback for before?”

Blaine began to stretch Kurt out with his fingers and slipped a second inside as Kurt began to moan and rock back and forth. “I swear it's not intentional, I'm just a chatty guy.” Blaine muttered, but before Kurt could make another comment he guided his cock to Kurt's entrance and the tip parted his ass cheeks as he pressed inside.

“Oh god yes...” Kurt moaned softly as Blaine pushed at him as he slid deeper inside.

“Ditto.” Blaine groaned as he pushed as far as he could go until his ball sac rested against Kurt's entrance. It felt incredible, as it always did and while Blaine liked it both ways, Kurt was just so damn tight every time he topped that Blaine had to fight the urge to come right away more than once. “Do you do some special exercises to keep this fucking tight, Kurt?” Blaine hissed.

“What? Um no I don't... for god’s sake move Blaine, I'm dying here!” Kurt pleaded.

But Blaine was feeling suddenly playful as Kurt got more urgent. “Hmmm? Maybe I maybe I should have you beg a bit?”

This was all new for Blaine. Normally he loved it when Kurt was the more aggressive one in bed. Kurt made a scoffing noise, sure he was finding their little game rewarding but he wasn't about to keep the charade up for long. If others saw their current act they might have though they were almost being selfish, but then, no one else had the honour so it made no difference to them.

“Fine, if I have to fuck myself on your cock then don't think I won't.” Kurt muttered as he began to push back from the couch, only to ram himself back onto Blaine's cock as he remained still.

At first Blaine just stood there as Kurt began to get a steady rhythm going and Blaine cursed under his breath. “You're so... shit!” Blaine blurted out and he finally reached his breaking point. Blaine grabbed hard onto Kurt's hips and began to slam into him frantic and rough and Kurt yelled out his name in surprise.

“Oh shit Blaine! Yes! Harder... oh my fucking god.” Kurt swore as he fought to keep himself from screaming. The last thing he wanted was for their neighbours to complain about the noise.

Blaine slowed his pace ever so slightly as he brought his hand to take hold of Kurt's cock and that was the last straw for him. Kurt threw his head back as Blaine jerked his hips forward and came at the same time as his boyfriend as they shouted out each other’s names. Kurt fought the urge to fall forward straight onto the couch but the last thing he wanted was for there to be any suspicious stains in the morning. So he stood up, relieved that he had come into Blaine's hand and not on the couch. Blaine pulled out of Kurt and after he tied off and tossed the condom into the garbage, Blaine went over to the bathroom to wash his hand off.

Kurt let out a deep breath and he stumbled over to the bed and flopped down. He was tired, really tired, so much that he knew they wouldn't be breaking their number tonight. He glanced at the clock by the bed and saw it was getting late and that was only more confirmation of his hunch.

Blaine reappeared and sat down beside Kurt on the bed and pulled them to lie down side by side together. “Do we have time to snuggle?” He asked softly.

Kurt sighed again and kissed the end of Blaine's nose softly. “Not really... because if were to cuddle then we'd risk falling asleep... and it's too late for that.” Kurt admitted weakly.

Blaine looked over at the clock and saw that Kurt was right, but it didn't make him want to accept the truth any better. “This sucks, I want to spend the whole night with you, Kurt. Sex aside, I love sleeping with you when we're all naked and sated... you're so warm and I sleep my best with you in my arms.”

Kurt pulled himself closer to Blaine and held onto him tightly, “You're not making it any easier to be responsible, Blaine. I don't want to spend the night apart either. I love you and I wish I could be with you all the time. But we're still in high school, so I know it's not possible. But for one freaking night I wish it could be.” Kurt groaned in annoyance. “It's just to fucking unfair sometimes. I think I deserve to sleep in my boyfriend’s arms after what I went through tonight.”

Blaine suddenly pulled back so he could look at Kurt and he showed signs of hesitation. “Why don't we then?”

“What?” Kurt asked.

“Spend the whole night together, you said it yourself and you've certainly earned it. You could have run and let all those people who voted you prom queen win. But instead you were brave and courageous and wore that crown with pride. I was so proud to be with you at that moment Kurt, I was so grateful that we found each other. I had no fear or hesitation when I asked you to dance. After how much courage you've given me since we met... it was the only option. We're teens; doing stupid rebellious things is what we're supposed to do. Yet as we're lying here in each others arms, it doesn't seem so reckless to me.” Blaine explained to Kurt.

Kurt right away knew what his heart wanted, but as brave as he could be he was still reluctant. Even when the words sounded so right, Kurt hesitated. “Blaine... I don't know... I mean a part of me, a big part, is telling me to say: god yes! But there's still another part that has to remind myself how my dad will not be happy if I don't come home tonight. He's no fool Blaine, he knew we'd end up having sex tonight, as I did book a hotel room. But... I know he still expects me to come home eventually. I'm not sure if I can face him in the morning if we were to stay....” Kurt admitted. “I'm sorry I'm not being as brave as you are.”

Blaine was having none of that. One of his favourite tasks was to keep Kurt from constantly shooting himself down. “You're brave, nothing could convince me otherwise. You don't have to apologize; I never want to make you do anything you're unsure about. I understand, Burt is a great dad and he's handled finding out we're being intimate way better than most parents would. I know if my dad found out we'd spent the whole night together, he’d be far from happy and that's putting it mildly. I'd like to think me having a boyfriend won't be the main issue, but who knows. That being said, if you feel the need to go home tonight, then that's what we'll do.” Blaine assured.

Kurt gazed into Blaine's brown eyes and all the love he saw there washed over his tired body and he felt renewed and empowered. Kurt knew at that moment there was no way he would let go of Blaine tonight. Kurt knew it was risky and probably not the mature thing to do, but for once the pros outweighed the cons in his mind. There was nothing wrong in wanting to spend the whole night and morning with the love of his life. Kurt knew they were young and that they still had a lot of growing up to do. But Kurt couldn't part from Blaine, not after what they had faced together. The need to be close wasn't about sex this time, it was all about safety, how right having Blaine lying beside him while he slept felt.

Of course he knew if they did stay they'd have a few more rounds, because he wasn't insane. After this deduction, Kurt had his answer and now his job was to convince Blaine it was what he truly wanted.

“I can't let go you home alone tonight, Blaine. I need you here with me, all night and I want to wake up to your gorgeous face. We'll get in trouble for sure but... I know you're well worth the consequences. So my answer is yes. Let's stay here all night, together. Just this once.” Kurt coaxed.

“At least until we head off to college.” Blaine said with a content sigh. “Okay, decision made, now what?”

Kurt's first response to the question was to snuggle up closer to Blaine, now that there was no impending separation to rush the night along. “But if we're going to stay... I better try to do some damage control and leave my parents a message on the phone. So they won't worry about me when they wake up and find me not at home.”

Blaine nodded in agreement let go of Kurt so he could get his phone. While he wasn't sure if his own parents would be as accepting as Burt and Carole, he knew leaving a message was a good idea. Only as Kurt handed him his own phone, he had no idea what to say. Luckily for him it seemed Kurt did, so Blaine remained silent as Kurt made his call first.

It felt very awkward to be calling his house when he was naked, but he pushed passed that when the call went to the answering machine. Kurt was relieved that no one had picked up, which meant his dad hadn't stayed up to wait for him.

“Hey Dad... so you probably realized I didn't come home last night. I'm sorry about that and I promise to have a long talk with you as soon as I come home in the morning. You can call me if you want when you hear this message too. I know you're not going to be happy... but some stuff happened to me tonight. Maybe Finn's told you about it already but... as irresponsible as it might seem... I need this, so yeah... I hope you'll try to understand why I did it. Anyway I'll talk to you tomorrow. I'm just calling so you don't worry. I'm safe and I love you, bye.” Kurt said.

Blaine watched Kurt end the call and he looked over at Blaine. “That was really good, Kurt.”

“Yeah well I'll probably get grounded still.” Kurt muttered as he placed his phone on the nightstand by the bed. “Going to give it a go yourself now?”

Blaine nodded, “Yeah... though it won't be as good.” He hit the call button. “Uh hey there Mom and Dad... um I didn't come home last night, so this is me calling you. First off; I'm sorry. I bet you're disappointed in me and everything. But I didn't do it for the reasons I'm sure you're thinking of. It wasn't just for Kurt, it was for me... for us. Kurt had to face some hard hate tonight and I don't want to leave his side. I'll come straight home in the morning and explain everything properly and I'll take whatever punishment you decide to give me. All I ask is that you listen to me before you lay judgment… after that, well... I'll be fine. I'll see you tomorrow morning, kay bye.”

After the call was finished Blaine took in a long breath and let it out slowly. “God that was tough,” he admitted.

Kurt smiled. “But still well worth it?” He asked softly.

Blaine put his phone down next to Kurt's and went back to the bed and kissed Kurt deeply. “Yes, you're worth everything Kurt, nothing could match your value,” he said softly.

Kurt let out a small laugh and he pulled Blaine on top of him and he felt his cock begin to stir again. “Feel like trying to break our record after all?” He asked seductively.

Blaine knew Kurt could feel how ready his cock was rising to the challenge, “Isn't this exactly what our parents will think we're staying for?”

“Yes, but we are teenagers after all.” Kurt whispered as he brought his hand to stroke Blaine's cock.

“Thank god for that!” Was all Blaine said in reply.
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A few hours later Blaine and Kurt knew they had used up the remainder of their strength and as Kurt fell back down on the bed with a thud he knew the effort had been well worth it.

“So what did we make it to? Five? Six... I can't remember right now.” Kurt breathed hard.

“Five! I kept count this time, so record broken! Thank god because anymore and I think my back would be the next to be broken.” Blaine wheezed as he landed on the bed beside Kurt.

“We should be proud of ourselves, hope you have enough energy for a shower still... actually I might have just enough strength to give shower sex a go.” Kurt informed Blaine.

Kurt had expected Blaine to get very excited over the news, considered the numerous hints he'd dropped about how much the idea of shower sex was a kink for him. But instead he saw Blaine's face fall and he swore he almost looked scared at the idea.

“I dunno... I'm pretty tired, so can we skip the shower?” Blaine muttered in alarm.

“Blaine, sweetie... I love you, but we're really sweaty. I do not want to snuggle up to you in this state. Nor do I want our bed sheets getting anymore drenched in sweat because this is a hotel room... I won't be washing the evidence of us breaking our record away myself! So we're having a shower no matter what.” Kurt told Blaine. “And honestly I'm wondering why you don't want to. Considering how you keep telling me how much you want to give shower sex a try.”

Blaine hesitated again and he tensed up at the idea of admitting the reason why. But as he looked at Kurt and saw only concern he let out a long sigh. “Okay, I'll fess up... it's just I didn't think we were spending the whole night so I didn't bring enough hair gel with me.” Blaine admitted.

Kurt blinked in surprise. “Is that all? You can just take a shower again tomorrow morning before we leave. I have some hair spray, it's not like you need your hair styled to go to bed, Blaine.” Kurt replied.

“I know but... it's my stupid hair. You don't know what it's like without gel.” Blaine continued.

Kurt was about to argue that he'd seen Blaine's hair without gel when he realized that wasn't exactly true. Any of the times they had showered after sex, Blaine had styled his hair right away. In fact, Kurt had joked about how Blaine always seemed to have an emergency stash of gel on hand. This information didn't make him any less confused though and he changed tactics.

“Blaine, I've seen your hair when it's gotten sweaty and wet, just like it has right now. I've seen it get all messy and curly when you got drunk at Rachel's party. Not to mention how out of array it gets post passionate sex. It can't be that bad, you're being silly if that's why you don't want to take a shower.” Kurt said.

“No Kurt, you've never seen me without some amount of gel in my hair. It's really bad! My hair is super baby fine and it just poofs up into a scary mess! Especially because you'll see me with bed head and that's way worse! I'll look like Medusa! It's sort of an insecurity of mine... I actually didn't pick Hobbit as my Born This Way shirt for the height thing alone. It also worked for my hair, which looks like a hobbit without hair gel, if not worse. I don't want you to see me like that.” Blaine tried to explain.

“Blaine Devon Anderson; you're being ridiculous! Do you think I'd care how your hair looks when we wake up? Just thinking about it makes me think that this is going to be our future. Us waking up together every morning of every day. Seeing each other when our hair is all crazy and is void of any product. When we're still sleepy and cranky until we've had our morning coffee. When we might end up having sleepy sex before we get up to take our turn at making each other breakfast.” Kurt began to describe.

Blaine had quickly formed a picture of his mind as Kurt described the scene and he had to admit it sounded wonderful. “You think about stuff like that?”

“All the time Blaine, I know we're not letting ourselves go there yet since it's still far into the future. But the longer we've been together the more thoughts like that keep forming in my mind. You need to know I'm totally in love with my hobbit boyfriend, bushy hair and all.” Kurt told him sweetly as he ran his fingers through Blaine's hair.

Blaine sat up and pulled Kurt into his arms. “I'm so glad you got my coffee order Kurt, so fucking glad.” He muttered as he struggled to keep his hold on his emotions.

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Just as Kurt had assumed, come next morning he was rudely awakened to the sound of his cell ringing and his eyes snapped opened. Everything came flooding back to memory and Kurt glanced over to see Blaine was still sleeping beside him with one arm protectively around Kurt's waist. Kurt stretched forward to get his phone and answered it in time, knowing who was on the other end.

“Hey Dad...” Kurt said quietly.

“I'm not happy Kurt, not at all.” Burt commented on the other end.

“I know... and I'm sorry. Do you want the story now?” Kurt replied.

“No, tell me when you head home, which is going to be very soon and that ain't a request.” Burt told him.

“Of course, I meant what I said last night Dad. I'll face whatever consequences there are.” Kurt added.

“And that's the only reason I'm not hauling your sorry ass back home right now. Finn told me what happened to you at prom. So while I don't approve of what you did and for the record I'm also not happy with Blaine going along with it either.... I might be able to see why you did. But don't expect to be off scott free, because this is the last time I want to wake up and not see your car in the drive way. Even with your message I had a scary moment there.” Burt explained.

“I'm really sorry...” Kurt struggled.

“It was my idea!” Blaine suddenly blurted out.

“Blaine! Shut up!” Kurt hissed.

“I'm hanging up, ‘cause this is getting weird now. We'll talk soon.” Burt said.

“Kay, thanks Dad, we won't... I'll be home soon.” Kurt muttered quickly and he hung up. Kurt put the phone down and sighed. “Blaine, that was really stupid to have my dad hear you...” Kurt began to protest but when he turned to look back at Blaine he was rendered speechless.

“What?” Blaine asked in confusion. When he suddenly saw Kurt's eyes look up at the top on his head and he remembered. “Oh god, my hair! Is it really that bad?” He ran a hand through it to try to tell how big it was.

Kurt used all the control he had to stop himself from laughing, because he didn't want to hurt Blaine's feelings. But it was hard because it turned out Blaine hadn't been too far off and while he didn't look like Medusa, his hair was at least at hobbit proportions.

“No it's not that bad... okay it's kind of bad... but first off it's bed head and I'm sure I'm no picnic either.” Kurt muttered and felt how high his own hair was at the moment. “But you're still adorable and I find you simply stunning even with out the gel.” Kurt assured him. Kurt moved back over to snuggle up against him again and kissed him to prove it more so.

“Really?” Blaine asked as he looked at Kurt with his puppy dog face.

“Oh my god Blaine, yes! Turn off the sad puppy eyes. I like how I'm the only one that gets to see you like this. The man behind the product and I like what I see, because it's you, Blaine.” Kurt wished he could prove it further to Blaine but he knew his dad would only be patient for so long.

“I guess we gotta face the music now huh?” Blaine said suddenly.

“Indeed we do, or else we might end up being grounded for life.” Kurt replied in agreement.

“Hmm, no time for shower sex now I guess?” Blaine asked weakly.

“No, definitely not. Let's save that for our big anniversary night okay? We've known from past experiences some things are worth the wait.” Kurt suggested.

Blaine nodded and got out of bed, “Okay I'm gonna go have a shower by myself then... can I borrow some of that hairspray you offered. It might not keep this mop fully under control but it's better than nothing.” Blaine muttered.

“I tell you what, I'll style your hair myself when you're done okay? That way if you end up looking bad you can blame it all on me.” Kurt offered.
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Parting was such sweet sorrow but both Blaine and Kurt had agreed they needed to be mature and go talk to their parents. Blaine got his own phone call during their walk to the parking lot. Once that awkward moment was over, even then they didn't linger with farewells. After promising to call each other later that night Kurt walked towards his car and headed for home without any hesitation. That had been a good call because as soon as Kurt pulled into his driveway he found his dad standing at the front door. He didn't look overly angry but it was easy to tell he was far from amused and that was almost worse. Because Kurt wasn't completely sure how his father would react to him not coming home. As amazing and accepting as he was, Kurt felt like a little kid as he squirmed under Burt's gaze.

“Uh good morning, Dad.” Kurt finally muttered.

“Morning, glad to see you didn't dawdle.” Burt replied as he stepped back to let Kurt walk through the door.

“I don't wanna push my luck any more than I already have....”

“I hope you had breakfast because the talking starts now.” Burt said as he walked down the hall to the dinning room.

“I'm fine, let's get this over with.” Kurt told him.

“Don't you start complaining, none of this had to happen if you had just come home.”

Kurt took a seat a few chairs away from Burt at the table and sighed. “Yeah well... I'm not really sure how to explain myself Dad. I've been thinking about it on the whole drive over here. I wished I had some wise and mature explanation but I've got nothing. All I can do is try to make you understand on some level why I did it....”

“I already know why you did it, Kurt. You went through crap last night and while I know you love Blaine, you're a teenager with raging hormones.” Burt said.

“I just wanted to spend the night with Blaine for the whole night. Is it so bad that I wanted to wake up beside him? To be comforted… because I know I'm young but it's not all about sex, if you can believe me. I was reckless and never wanted you to worry, but I'm not sorry about wanting to be with Blaine last night.”

“Before we get into that, tell me what happened at prom. Finn tried to fill me in but he wasn't there so I think I'm missing some key details. Are you okay? I mean really okay?” Burt asked.

Kurt was struggling to know how to answer the question, since he didn't know how he truly felt. Spending the night with Blaine had kept his mind off things, only now there was no chance to forget.

“I... I honestly don't know, not really, Dad. Everything happened so fast and I haven't really had the chance to let it all sink in and that was intentional. Or else I wouldn't have been able to pick myself up and turn the night around. So all I can really try to do is explain myself properly. To start off... nothing was easy to face, hearing my name being called was horrible. I was so stupid in thinking things might have changed for us, even a little. The week before prom had been going so well, with the bully-whips and all. I let that go to my head and like you said, I wanted to draw some attention at prom. Little did I know how much that choice would blow up in my face! When it was time for the naming of Prom Queen and King... I was named Prom Queen.

“By last minute write in votes and when I heard my name called, I went into shock. Seeing everyone stare at me... like I was some joke to ridiculed or mock... it was too much. I was overwhelmed with humiliation, remorse and I felt... I can't even word myself properly. I ran Dad, I ran right out of the gym so fast without looking back. Blaine chased after me, because when it comes to each other we're very courageous, something I take pride in. He knew just how to handle me, for the most part, he knew I had to make my own decisions when I was in that state of mind.” Kurt explained, pausing to smile at the memory.

“Blaine let me pace and work it all out on my own while he just gave his unconditional support. That's when I knew how to handle my actions and realize I what I needed to do was go and face my fears. I needed to prove everyone there in that gym no amount of humiliation or ridicule or blind hate could make me regret who I am and who I love. So I picked myself up, slowly at first and jumped back to into the fire. I went back to my coronation and wore the crown upon my head with nothing but pride. Sure deep inside I was scared and insecure, but I didn't show it...” Kurt explained. He paused to take a deep breath, held it and let out slowly, fighting back choking emotion. He didn't want to cry, he had cried enough already by this point.

“Do you need to take a break, Kurt?” Burt asked.

Kurt shook his head, he appreciated his dad asking, but he wanted the explanation over and done with. Not wanting his dad to wonder if his actions made up for his errors for a second longer than needed.

“No, I'm good and I've got enough air flow again to keep going. Karofsky was crowned Prom King by the way and no surprise; when it was time to have the first dance he fled the scene pretty quick. So there I was, standing alone with all eyes on me... but not for long. Blaine...” Kurt’s face broke into a warm smile as the memory came back to him. “I heard him call to me and when I turned; there he was with hand in offering, asking me to dance. As we danced everyone watched us and slowly people let the issue go. We were strong and came out victorious and had a fun night for the rest of prom. But afterwards, when prom was over and we were alone... I couldn't keep my spirits up. I knew neither of us wanted to acknowledge or even talk about it. But Blaine and I wanted to offer each other what we could, that being... well...” Kurt sputtered when he started to blush.

“You wanted to have sex, I even get that...” Burt interrupted, feeling the rising awkward tension between them.

“I know it's never easy for father and son to talk about it. But most of all, staying the whole night wasn't due to us just wanting to have sex, Dad.” Kurt said in closing.

Burt eyed his son, remaining silent as he took new onslaught of information and every detail into account. Doing so didn't make his job as a parent very easy and he was quite torn at present. On the one hand Burt was proud of his son and Blaine's bravery. Burt was also grateful that Kurt had found someone like Blaine, someone who he could trust and who loved him so much. But none of this made up for the fact that Kurt still made mistakes, and while his little boy was growing up, Kurt was still seventeen. The idea of him having a sexual relationship already did things to his brain. He wasn't stupid; right from the start Burt knew Kurt and Blaine would have plans like that after prom. Heck, Burt sure did back when he was a teenager, but none of this made it easier.

While Burt wanted to live up to Kurt's claims of being the world’s best father, it was no easy task. Most kids weren't ready for such a serious relationship and sometimes Burt worried Kurt wasn't ready yet, despite their obvious love for Blaine. Burt had thought he had come to terms with no matter what he did, he couldn't stop them from doing anything. If they were being safe and Kurt was taking his advice to make it matter, then he'd leave it be.

The 2am curfew they'd agreed upon had seemed like a good compromise at the time so he hadn't expect Kurt to break his promise. Waking up in the morning to find no sign of his son's car in the driveway had lead to panic. Where images of Kurt lying somewhere unconscious or worse started to flash in his mind. Luckily he had noticed the missed call and message left on the phone before calling the cops. Hearing Kurt's message didn't diffuse his anger, it had merely made him relieved and that was an understatement. So most of all, he was unimpressed that his son would allow his family to worry over him despite what he'd been through. Now coming face to face with Kurt and seeing the pain in his eyes, his anger was lessened but not fully gone.

“You're sure not making this easy for me, Kurt.” Burt finally admitted.

“Life is never easy for any of us. Me most of all.” Kurt said with a sigh.

“Yeah, well this is no walk in the park for me right now. Because I know you need to be punished for this, but I also know you've been through enough hell already. So I'm gonna ask what do you think you deserve?” Burt asked him.

“You're making me choose my own fate?” Kurt blurted out in shock.

“I didn't say I would agree with you, I just want to hear what you think.” Burt told him.

Kurt fought the urge to roll his eyes because it wouldn't help his case. “God, I don't know... I mean... yeah I should have come home. That was irresponsible of me but I did have a decent reason to and it wasn't just because I wanted to get laid after prom. I didn't needed to stay the night with Blaine for that to happen.” Kurt began to sputter off quickly and he realized what he just said and he plopped his head down on the table. “Oh, my god! What am I saying!”

“Okay, it's clear this is awkward for the both of us, but try to realize it has nothing to do with you being gay. It would be no different if you had stayed out all night with a girl. So that's gotta count for something.” Burt pointed out.

“Oh yeah, I guess you're right. But back to the answer... if I were you... I'd probably ground me, for at least the weekend.” Kurt admitted.

Burt nodded, “I was thinking the same thing, only you're grounded for today and the following weekend okay? That might seem like much, but... I'd like to think I'm not being unreasonable.”

“You're not.”

“Good. Maybe a little time apart will let you and Blaine cool your jets a bit, so you'll think a bit more next time. I gotta tell you though Kurt, I'm really proud of how you dealt with getting named Prom Queen. Same goes for Blaine, but it's probably a good idea if I won't see his face for a couple of days. So I can remind myself he's a good kid. Think you can live with my verdict?” Burt asked his son.

“Yes, I'll live, thank you. But now I need to say I'm really sorry if I scared you Dad. I never wanted that to happen.” Kurt said with remorse.

“And I never wanted anything like what did went down at prom to happen to you.” Burt said.

“The worst is I've got to face being McKinley High's Junior Prom Queen for 2011 now... and I doubt I'll be able to forget it for a very long time.” Kurt replied with a sigh.

“At least it wasn't senior prom, Kurt.”

Kurt laughed lightly at that, “Yeah, thankfully.”

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“So how much time did you end up getting?” Kurt asked Blaine later in the night over the phone. After finishing the talk with his dad, Kurt had spent some time alone to go over his thoughts and deal with everything he had been holding back. As soon as the talk was over Kurt called his boyfriend up and didn't feel codependent in the least.

“I'm grounded till Friday.” Blaine answered with a sigh.

“What? Wow and here I was thinking I was worse off with being grounded for Sunday and the following weekend.” Kurt said in surprise.

“What's amazing is I didn't end up grounded for that weekend too. I could tell my dad wanted to but my mom put her foot down and I got a shorter sentence. I can't help but think if I'd been out with a girl he wouldn't have made such a big deal.” Blaine muttered in annoyance.

“But still he gave in the end.” Kurt reminded him.

“Yeah, I think he was really surprised when I told him how you didn't run off. He and Mom were really taken back by how strong you are so... that really helped. So um... will I ever be able to face Burt again?”

“Dad’s not happy with you right now, or me. But he'll get over it and so will you. It would be a sorry sight indeed if you didn't show your handsome face around this place anymore.” Kurt said playfully.

“I guess since our one year anniversary is almost here, I'm going to have to stay strong.”

“That seems to be working for us so far.” Kurt agreed.
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Come Monday afternoon of the following week Blaine tried his best to stay strong as he arrived at Kurt's house. But the second he realized Burt was already home he began to falter. Leading to Kurt pretty much dragging him down the hall by his arm and he muttered that he was being ridiculous over and over. When Kurt ending up taking him straight to Burt in the den area he froze still.

Burt on the other hand just glanced up at Blaine and Kurt like it was any other day. “Hey Kurt, Blaine, home already? No coffee shop?” Burt asked casually.

“No, not today.” Kurt simply answered as he let go of Blaine's hand and sprawled on the couch.

Blaine glared at Kurt because the only spot left for him to sit as was next to his dad. Blaine shook his head and took a seat slowly. For once the usual chatty Blaine had no idea what to say.

Burt took pity on him and decided to make it easy for him, going with a subject Blaine couldn't shut up about; Kurt. “So tell me how prom was Blaine, I want to hear from someone who saw how Kurt reacted first hand.” Burt asked him.

Any tension or nerves Blaine had instantly melted away as his heart filled up with pride over his boyfriend. “He was amazing, Burt! Amazing! You should of seen him walk up to the stage to get coronated. It was like he was an actual royal and he just suddenly grinned and said 'Eat your heart out Kate Middleton.' it was perfect!” Blaine began to babble.

“Who's Kate Middleton?” Burt asked.

Kurt rolled his eyes with a grown. “Dad she's prince William’s new bride! I knew you didn't watch the wedding...” Kurt muttered in annoyance.

But Burt wasn't listening to Kurt's protest because he was too busy focusing on listening to Blaine continued to gush about what happened at prom and how proud he was of Kurt.

Kurt looked over at the both of them and smiled warmly, that was that, Blaine was back to his normal self, which was a relief. He leaned forward and took one of his fashion magazines from the coffee table and began to flip through the pages. As humiliating as being crowned prom queen had been, Kurt still felt like the luckiest royal in the world.