"Would you see if Finn wants to watch the game?"

Just the thought of that made the knot in Kurt's stomach tighten painfully. "Sure. No problem." The comforting sound of sports and chips from the living room did little to settle Kurt's nerves. Still he forced himself to walk up the stairs. For several moments he stared blankly at Finn's door before finally raising his hand and knocking on the wood. "Finn?"

Still nursing a headache, Finn had pretty much hidden out in his room ever since he'd woken up. Wracked with guilt and confusion over Kurt, his aching brain worked furiously in an attempt to not only make things right but result in the least damage possible. What the hell was he thinking anyway? Kurt was his stepbrother, and... //I'm not gay. I like chicks. Right?// Finn had never felt less sure of himself.

He started at the knock on his door, which seemed to be amplified ten times in his head. Then his heart stopped when he heard Kurt's voice. "Um, yeah," came Finn's intelligent response after a moment's hesitation. With the fingers of one hand massaging a temple, he cracked open the door with the other. There was Kurt looking sweet, gorgeous and totally uncertain. "Hi," another fumble of the ball, then, "what's up?"

"Um... dad was wondering if... if you wanted to watch the game," Kurt stammered. Finn looked like hell. He also sounded strangely normal. The teen gave himself a moment to take a breath and steel himself and then rushed ahead with, "And maybe we should talk? About... about last night?" Not that he wanted to talk about it. Kurt was actually terrified of the idea of what Finn was going to say and just how messy the whole thing might be whether he stood by his words and actions or not.

"Last night?" Finn feigned ignorance, which turned out to be incredibly easy for him. "Oh, yeah... remind me to kill Puck the next time I see him. Never had anything hit me this hard before." Leaning into the door frame, he made a show out of clutching at his head. His eyes danced away from Kurt's as he grappled with what he hoped was a bit of damage control. "Did I do anything to embarrass myself? 'Fraid I don't remember much... Well, anything, really, after that drink from hell." Internally he cringed, but lying was for the best, wasn't it?

The words were like a punch to the gut, and Kurt paled visibly before he could get a hold of himself. With an effort, Kurt managed to dredge up some of his usual attitude. "Of course not," he answered dismissively. "I was there to protect you from yourself." Kurt took a step back and brushed the hair out of his eyes. "The game already started, anyway. I need to go. I promised I'd call Blaine." And that was that. Kurt forced himself to turn and walk away from the door with some sort of dignity. The moment his own bedroom door closed behind him, Kurt sank down to the floor and tried to breathe. There were tears in his eyes as he reached for his phone. He felt his fingers trembling as he typed out: IM AN IDIOT and sent the words to Blaine.

Blaine sat up his phone chimed, and he quickly read Kurt's IM with frantic eyes. Ever since he had returned home, his phone had stayed firmly in his hand while worry creased his brow. Said hand was now wrapped in white gauze thanks to Blaine having acquired a nasty scrape from punching a brick wall out of hurt and frustration. His fingers trembling, he immediately typed in: DO YOU WANT ME TO COME GET YOU? WE CAN TALK.

It did not matter to him that Kurt had feelings for Finn. All Blaine cared about was taking care of his boyfriend. If Kurt needed him, then he was going to be there for him no matter what.

Kurt sniffled and nodded as if the other teen was there and could see him. YES. WILL B OUT FRONT.

After taking a moment at the mirror to get himself together, Kurt took a deep breath and squared his shoulders again. He had been an idiot. He'd been stupid to think that Finn would see him that way, stupid to think anything but cheap booze would bring on that sort of reaction. He'd been even stupider to hurt Blaine. Kurt bit his lip and headed out, calling a hurried, "Going to dinner with Blaine," into the living room before the front door shut behind him. The truth was that Kurt couldn't spend another second in the house. He couldn't look at Finn. It was too difficult.

It was the longest 45 minutes of Blaine's life. The ride from his house to Kurt's seemed to last forever, and Blaine heaved a sigh of relief when he spotted a familiar figure out front waiting for him. His pulse hammering, he pulled up and leaned over to open the passenger side door. "Hop in," he called out, settling back in his seat as he waited for Kurt to join him. It crushed him seeing the other teenager upset, and it took every ounce of Blaine's willpower not to embrace Kurt. "Anywhere you'd like to go?" he asked softly.

"Anywhere," Kurt answered, gladly slumping into the passenger seat. He looked over at Blaine and considered what there was to say. Surely nothing that he could offer would make the situation any less awkward or tense, could heal the wounds he'd created by being so thoughtless. Deciding once again that he might as well be direct, Kurt ventured, "He doesn't even remember. Not any of it."

"Oh." Blaine should have felt relieved, and yet strangely he felt terrible for Kurt. His heart ached for his boyfriend despite having been hurt so badly himself. "I'm sorry, Kurt," he offered softly. Then Blaine did reach out for him, draping an arm across the countertenor's shoulders and gently drawing him into an embrace. The sweet scent of Kurt's hair met him as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of his head. "I know I'm not Finn," he murmured with deep feeling, "but you've still got me."

Kurt shifted to get a little closer despite how awkward it was in the car. "You aren't a consolation prize," he said quietly but firmly. "You're amazing. I'm... god, I can't believe I'm this stupid." Kurt groaned and turned his face to press it against Blaine's chest. He wasn't always the sharpest knife in the drawer, but Kurt had never considered himself particularly gullible or weak-willed either. Current circumstances, however, suggested otherwise very strongly. "How do I fix this?"

"You don't have to fix anything," Blaine countered, embracing Kurt warmly. "I love you, Kurt. Nothing's ever going to change that." His words heartfelt, Blaine lifted Kurt's chin until their eyes met and he offered his boyfriend a sweet smile of encouragement. "How about we go back to my place? No one's home; we'll have it all to ourselves. We can watch 'Singing in the Rain' and order something in?"

Nothing could have sounded more perfect, and Kurt smiled despite how awful he felt. "That would be... god, yes." He shifted to press a kiss to Blaine's cheek. "Italian?" Some days called for watching one's waistline and pretending to have refined taste. Some days a guy just needed a good musical and enough carbs to kill a horse - well, that and another gorgeous guy to share them both with. Kurt was feeling better just thinking about it, and he let out a sigh as he settled back against Blaine's shoulder. "You definitely know how to show a boy a good time."

"I try," Blaine laughed softly. "Actually, for future reference, I want you to know that I'd reach up and catch every star in the sky if you asked me to." It was his turn to steal a kiss from Kurt as he lingered there, simply holding him as his car idled in the Hummel driveway. "As much as I hate to move right now," he started with a reluctant groan, "we'd really better leave before your dad starts to wonder what we're doing."

Kurt almost pointed out that Burt was far too busy watching the game with Finn but decided that he didn't really want to speak his stepbrother's name for awhile. Instead Kurt withdrew to his own side of the car and buckled up. "Better get going while I'm still willing to behave," he warned with a hint of a smile. The stress of the night and strange morning still hung in the air, but Kurt finally felt satisfied that there was a chance to fix everything. Blaine wasn't angry. Blaine loved him. And soon, Blaine would be at McKinley. Things were going to be alright.

Blaine's heart skipped a beat hearing the words. Knowing Kurt still genuinely wanted and desired him filled him with an overwhelming sense of warmth and excitement. It also laid to rest any lingering doubts he'd had about being Kurt's second choice. "Hold that thought till we get to my room," he encouraged, tossing his boyfriend a wink as he pulled away from the Hummel residence. The drive back home went by much faster than when Blaine had first set out, and being close to Kurt again, he was all the happier for it. He parked the car, shut off the engine and wasted no time reaching for Kurt's hand and leading him into the house. Dying to simply throw the other boy onto his bed and make out with him until they were both completely breathless, Blaine was grateful for the distraction of calling the finest Italian restaurant in town. "Food's on the way," he announced, tossing his cell phone aside. "You want to start the movie?"

"As if I didn't already have it on and waiting," Kurt called back, rolling his eyes with a smile on his face. It thrilled him that Blaine was so excited about the evening. If their positions had been reversed, Kurt doubted that he could have found the strength to be so understanding. Blaine, on the other hand, radiated an exuberance that made him feel giddy to boot.

Blaine grinned from ear to ear as he heard the titles starting and saw Gene Kelly's name splash across the TV screen. Peeling off his jacket, he tossed it over a chair and then reached out to take Kurt's hand as he eased himself up onto the bed. Cuddling with Kurt was one of Blaine's favorite pastimes, and he wasted no time in drawing Kurt into his arms. He sighed happily, "I'm so glad you're here."

Kurt grinned at the words and snuggled in closer. "Me too." For several minutes he enjoyed the warmth of Blaine's embrace and the music without further interruption. One question nagged at the back of his mind, and Kurt knew that he'd have to address it sooner or later. "Can I ask something?" They'd talked about sex a little, much to Kurt's initial discomfort, but there was one major thing that he'd never actually had the guts to ask Blaine. Kurt stroked his fingers over the other teen's arm as a means of fidgeting away some of his nerves.

Pleasant shivers coursed through Blaine's arm as Kurt's delicate fingers worked their magic on his skin. Shocking more than just his heart, it reminded him of the many times he and Kurt had been close to going further than making out only to pull back when things got too heated, and it was deliciously easily to get worked up with Kurt. Suddenly grateful for the distraction of his boyfriend's question, Blaine swallowed and nodded, "Of course," he said, "you can ask me anything."

Kurt honestly believed that, but it didn't make him feel any less nervous. "I just... you know that I haven't... that... that I'm a virgin. But I guess I never really asked..." Kurt's gaze was fixed on the television, but he wasn't really seeing anything there. Instead he was focused on listening to Blaine's breathing, feeling his muscles tensing and releasing beneath his clothes. "Have you...?"

Blaine's eyebrows arched and he could feel his cheeks rapidly filling with heat. "Honestly? No," he replied, focusing his gaze on Kurt. "Now, that's not to say I haven't gotten close, cause I have, but, you and me... we're in the same boat." Blaine offered Kurt a gentle nudge, teasing softly, "I wouldn't call it the Titanic, would you?" Then, more seriously, he wondered, "Why do you want to know?"

Kurt shrugged and then looked up at Blaine at last. "I'd been thinking about it is all, and... I wanted to know." It was really as simple as that. The more he'd thought about what happened with Finn, the more Kurt had realized that Finn probably saw sex as no big deal. He'd lost his own virginity to someone he didn't care about, so why would he think it was any more important to anyone else? It made sense now that he'd always felt so much more comfortable with Blaine, who obviously held at least some of the same views he had himself: sex should matter. "I'm glad. I like the idea," Kurt was flushed and embarrassed but met Blaine's gaze and forged ahead anyway, "that when it happens... that it will be something special for both of us."

"And it will be," Blaine promised, his smile warm and bordering on seductive. "Candles, music, silk sheets - everything you can possibly ever want, and then some." He cupped Kurt's cheek, which glowed the sweetest shade of pink imaginable. "When it happens, I want it to be right. Now, I'm not going to lie, Kurt. Do you have any idea how hard..." Breaking off, now it was Blaine's turn to blush. "...Okay, maybe that's not the best word. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to control myself around you?"

Kurt regained some of his usual arrogance and couldn't help but smile coyly as he answered, "I think I might... just a bit." His hand came to rest almost casually on Blaine's knee only to slide up just a bit before stopping at the sound of the doorbell downstairs. "Looks like we both have to keep control a little longer." When Blaine didn't jump up at once, Kurt shifted away and waved a hand dismissively. "I believe there's food to be fetched."

Deep in a dreamlike state, relishing Kurt's warm and welcome touch, Blaine blinked several times before registering that the food had arrived. "Hold that thought," he told Kurt with a barely concealed groan. Fishing for his wallet, Blaine stole a quick kiss from his boyfriend's inviting lips before hurrying downstairs. He returned a short while later with two plastic bags filled with Styrofoam cartons of food along with some drinks he'd stopped off for from the kitchen. "I've returned bearing gifts," he announced, grinning brilliantly at Kurt. His gaze roamed all over the other teenager. If he was honest with himself, he could have forgone the food and devoured Kurt instead.

Kurt, slightly more focused on the task at hand due to not having eaten the entire day, grabbed for the nearest container and a packet of parmesan and dug in. It took him a moment to realize that Blaine was still staring, and he paused with a noodle still hanging partly out of the side of his mouth. Realizing how ridiculous he must have looked, Kurt finished the bite and raised an eyebrow. "It's rude to stare, you know. And even ruder to let a boy eat alone. If I'm going to pack on five pounds in one meal, so are you."

"Sorry." Blaine blushed as he apologized. He rejoined Kurt, settling down on the bed and idly choosing something to eat. "You know what?" he said after a moment. "You are the most beautiful person I've ever set eyes on. You'll have to forgive me if I get carried away staring." It hit home how close he'd come to losing Kurt. What if Finn had really wanted him? The doubts resurfaced and Blaine felt a definite ache in his heart. "Kurt," he started a little too forcefully, "this weekend, erm, my parents are going to be away, and I was wondering... if you'd like to... come and stay with me." Again, his cheeks burned. "We don't have to anything. I don't want you to get the wrong idea. I just... please stay with me?"

The thought of being far from his own house immediately warmed Kurt's heart, and he nodded at once. "I'd like that. If you're especially well behaved, I might make you dinner." He reached for Blaine's hand with his free one. "Not sure how my dad will feel about it. I might... well, Mercedes might be enlisted to say I'm at her house instead." Somehow Kurt doubted that, no matter how much Burt liked Blaine, he'd be okay with his son staying over at his boyfriend's place for the weekend. "But I want to be here with you. I'm just glad you still want me here."

“Honestly, Kurt? I can't think of anywhere else I want you to be." Blaine's heartfelt words were punctuated by the fact that his blood was rushing from Kurt's gentle touch. A smile tugged at one corner of his mouth, curling it into crooked goofiness. "Before you commit yourself, I should probably warn you that I can't make any promises about behaving. We don't have to take things too far, but..." Leaning closer, Blaine simply could not resist pressing soft kisses along Kurt's jawline, "...you should be prepared for anything."

Kurt shivered at the gentle kisses and the thought of what Blaine might have in mind. If it was anything like the rather explicit images running through his thoughts, Kurt was pretty sure they'd enjoy themselves no matter what happened. "I'll be sure to keep that in mind," he answered somewhat breathlessly. In fact Kurt would have been surprised if he managed to think of anything else at all. "You're a terrible influence." A flicker of a smile broke through Kurt's attempt at being aloof. "I think I like that in a man."

"You'd better," Blaine's reply was playful even as he harbored less than pure thoughts of how much of a terrible influence he wanted to be on Kurt. He had to literally force himself away from his boyfriend, otherwise he would really end up taking things much too far much too soon. "Okay, the food's getting cold," he announced, still grinning despite how flustered Kurt had made him. "Although," he added, "between the two of us, I think we're hot enough to heat it back up."

"Course we are," Kurt answered with a toss of his head, "but that doesn't mean that we should press our luck." He dug into the food with renewed vigor. Once they were both sated, Kurt helped Blaine load the remaining food into the fridge. That taken care of, Kurt took his boyfriend's hand and led him over to the couch. Given the charged atmosphere in the house, it seemed safer to go there than back into Blaine's room. "I think we can steal a little more time before you take me home."

"Definitely," Blaine replied, settling back into the expensive, overstuffed cushions. He glanced down at his and Kurt's intertwined fingers and he felt a rush of warmth surge through his hand, up his arm and through his chest. It felt wonderful! Much too good to want to give up. "I wish you didn't have to go," he confessed with a little sigh. "Being apart - even for a little while - kills me. That's why I want to transfer, so we can be together." His eyes lifted to meet Kurt's, and a grin spread its way across Blaine's handsome face. "I already talked to the Warblers about it. Thought they'd be pissed, but they ended up insisting I go. I think they're kinda sick of seeing me missing you all the time."

"I owe them a fruit basket," Kurt answered with a smile before grabbing Blaine's lapels and pulling him in for a quick kiss. "And you... I owe you something really, really special." He knew that it wasn't fair to expect Blaine to let everything go so quickly, but being with his boyfriend again had reminded Kurt precisely why he'd fallen for Blaine to begin with. "I don't ever want to have to go to a dance without you again."

"You don't have to worry about that," Blaine assured Kurt, dazed from the swift kiss. "I still regret not being there, but I'm going to do my best to make it up to you." He sealed that promise with another kiss, only this time it was long and sensuous, and Blaine found himself drawing Kurt further into his arms. His heart thumped violently, his blood racing and, as his tongue tangled with Kurt's, Blaine neared the point of no return. "Kurt," he gasped against that sweet mouth, "do you have any idea what you do to me?"

Kurt considered his options. He could be demure and blush and giggle and look away. That would be normal. But Kurt wasn't feeling normal after the previous night with Finn and how overwhelming - both in a frightening and an exciting way - it had been to have someone desire him so thoroughly. The interest had obviously been transitory, but it made Kurt hungry to show Blaine that he felt that way as well. After a beat to draw on every ounce of courage he had, Kurt boldly shifted closer so that Blaine couldn't help but feeling just how interested he really was. "Think I have some idea."

Now Blaine hadn't been expecting that. His dark eyes widened in surprise as he gazed at Kurt, a nervous thrill coursing through his racing blood. "Yeah?" he said shakily. His own pants had tightened considerably, and Blaine feared that even one clumsy fumble against Kurt would set him off. Without thinking he dropped one hand down and let it rest on Kurt's inner thigh, perilously close to his boyfriend's growing bulge. His fingers itched with temptation, and his heart was hammering so loudly that it drowned out the sound of his own breathing. "Kurt..." His tingling lips collided with the countertenor's again. Blaine had always been amazed by how heated his and Kurt's makeout sessions could be, but there was something more going on this time. There was a burning need generated between them, and Blaine wasn't sure if he'd be able to stop himself from wanting more.

Kurt swallowed hard, surprised to find that unlike the night before, he didn't want to stop. Maybe it wasn't the right time to go all the way, but that certainly left a lot of ground that could be covered. "Wh-when did you say that your parents were getting home?" he asked, breath coming faster as he thought of what the answer could mean for them. Maybe it was impulsive, but this time it felt right.

"Not until later," Blaine rasped, blinking a moment later as the implication of Kurt's breathless question sank in. "Kurt?" He was almost too afraid to speak, too excited and nervous over what might be happening. "Are you sure about this? Not that I'm trying to put you off - that's the last thing I want to do." His hands were trembling as he cupped Kurt's beautifully flushed face. "What I want - all I've ever wanted is you." Another kiss, this time more tender but no less passionate. Blaine ached to take Kurt back up to his room and fulfill every heated dream he'd ever had.

"Well, I still think that we deserve rose petals and soft music," Kurt answered, finally blushing now that he'd made the bolder move to start with, "but... but that doesn't mean we can't do other things." He barely had an idea of where to start with that. Together they could figure it out. He bit his lip and whispered, "What you said yesterday... say it again. Please?" He'd ruined the moment before, hadn't responded the way he should have. As much as he wanted to keep kissing and touching, Kurt also wanted to soothe a much larger ache for both of them.

"I love you, Kurt," Blaine told him without hesitation. He gazed deeply into Kurt's sparkling eyes, repeating softly, "I love you." Reaching for his boyfriend's hand, Blaine gently encouraged him off the sofa and led him back up toward his bedroom. All along the way he could not resist offering Kurt more kisses, pressing his lips to that much-too-tempting mouth, graceful neck... in fact, everywhere Blaine could reach. Blood roared in his ears and Blaine was so lost in Kurt that he gasped in surprise when they were both tumbling down onto his bed.

Kurt almost tripped a good half dozen times on the short way to the other room, but he didn't care. He was breathless, smiling, and felt as if the weight of the world had been lifted from his back. In a break between kisses, Kurt took a deep breath and met Blaine's dark gaze again. "I love you." It was exhilarating and terrifying to realize that it was true. With anyone else, Kurt might have worried that he was grinning like an idiot. With Blaine, he couldn't help it, though smiling was soon rather a moot point as he found his boyfriend's lips once more.

Blaine's heart triphammered. Although he realized this was actually happening, he felt as if he were having one of the most vivid dreams of his life. Before he could properly drink in Kurt's heartfelt words, that lovely mouth was kissing him again. Blaine kissed him back, more heatedly by the second, his tongue slithering in Kurt's mouth, probing, searching. He kissed his boyfriend long and lovingly, his hands clutching at Kurt's body while their mouths curved together. Gasping softly, Blaine felt another urgent pulse between his quivering thighs. He was already so worked up from making out with Kurt alone that he had no idea what might happen when they took things another step forward.

Kurt reached for the hem of Blaine's shirt and felt his heart stop for a moment. Just the thought of seeing even more of the other young man's skin made him jittery with excitement. "Can I?" he breathed hopefully. The sooner they moved forward, the sooner he could stop being nervous about what was about to happen and enjoy what was happening. Kurt gave the fabric a slight tug and bit his lip.

Blaine's eyes burned into Kurt's as he nodded and whispered, "Yes, anything..." He tried not to focus too much on what was happening. After all, Kurt wanted to touch his bare flesh. The prospect made him dizzy. "Why don't you let me help you out?" he offered boldly. Blaine's hot blood pounded with a hot, urgent frenzy as he lifted his shirt off and exposed his well-defined chest which was covered in a dusting of dark hair.

Kurt's breath caught, and he stared openly. "Oh..." Realizing that his reaction could be taken more than one way, Kurt raised his eyes to meet Blaine's gaze and explained, "You're beautiful." He had, in fact, never seen anything so beautiful. Suddenly Kurt felt a bit less confident about shedding his own clothing, but rather than give in to the nerves, he squared his shoulders and quickly slithered out of his shirt. While not precisely ashamed of his body, Kurt was well aware that he was white as a ghost and spent more time practicing his solos than he did hitting the gym.

"Me? Look at you - you're perfect," Blaine managed once he regained the power of speech. His eyes raked up and down the length of Kurt's bare torso, drinking in the luminous expanse of skin on display before him. Before he realized what was happening, Blaine was kissing Kurt again. This time he let his hands roam over his boyfriend's near-naked body, feeling the smooth velvet of Kurt's marvelous skin. When their lips came apart again, Blaine slowly dropped his head and left a trail of kisses all over the countertenor's throat. He moved down, brushing his mouth over Kurt's heaving chest. Kurt's heart thrummed frantically beneath his lips as Blaine gave into instinct and desire and carefully licked one of those beautiful nipples.

Kurt let out a squeak and immediately blushed. He'd hoped to managed something a little more sensual, but Blaine seemed too distracted to care. He was rather distracted himself by the feeling of his boyfriend's hot mouth traversing areas of his body no one else had ever explored. It only took a few moments before Kurt became almost entirely certain they'd never make it to taking off anything below the waist before he exploded. "That feels soooo good," Kurt groaned as the fingers of his right hand tangled in Blaine's uncharacteristically unkempt hair while the left moved over the muscular planes of the other boy's back.

Blaine had never done anything like this before. It felt good, shockingly good. Hot tingling surged through him, pooling between his legs. He'd often heard Kurt moaning during their make-out sessions, but this was completely different. It was exciting, arousing, intoxicating... and Blaine yearned to see what other effect his actions might have. He squeezed Kurt's beautiful chest with both hands, sucking and tonguing his boyfriend's nipple, which tightened and grew harder in his mouth.

To say that the area was sensitive would have been an incredible understatement. Kurt's hips bucked, and he had to bite his lip to keep from crying out. After years of attempting to be discreet while masturbating, it was difficult to shift his mind over to the fact that they were alone in the house and no one cared how much noise they made. "Oh god," he breathed before holding up a hand. "Um, just a... breather." That was the closest that Kurt could come to managing a coherent sentence, and he hoped it was close enough for Blaine to understand. Hoping to take the sting out of the momentary break, Kurt gave the other teen's shoulders a gentle shove. "Lie back for me."

Blaine did not want to stop. He had been enjoying tasting Kurt's delicious body far too much. It was only when he realized that Kurt intended to return the favor that he relaxed, nodded and allowed himself to sink back into the bed. Even as he surrendered, Blaine could not help reaching out and touching Kurt's bare chest. His skin was beautifully flushed, calling out to him like a beacon. "Was I really that good?" he asked, his eyes dark and dazed as he blinked up at Kurt. Blaine still couldn't quite get his head around the fact that this was really happening. Kurt usually had to be the voice of reason when things had become too heated. Now his boyfriend was not only encouraging him, it was clear he wanted more.

"You're perfect," Kurt answered without any hint of hesitation. He was more sure of that than he'd ever been, and he wanted to obliterate the trace of doubt in Blaine's voice. Kurt draped himself over Blaine's body and shivered at the feeling of their bare skin pressing together. Shifting, he nipped at Blaine's earlobe. That the spot was more than slightly sensitive was one of the few things that Kurt did feel confident about. Their make out sessions might never have gone so far, but at least he'd picked up a few tricks. "Absolutely perfect." Unwilling to give up the full body contact just yet, Kurt substituted his fingers where Blaine had used lips and gently brushed fingertips over his boyfriend's nipple. The skin tightened at once, and Kurt gave a gentle tweak to the same spot while his tongue traced along the shell of Blaine's ear.

Blaine sighed and squirmed, caressing Kurt's hair and back, whimpering urgently as his boyfriend worked what was definitely a hot spot for him. When Kurt's elegant fingers closed over one of his nipples, Blaine moaned with shock and lust. "Kurt!" he gasped. Now he was on the receiving end, and he lay back in the over sized pillows, surrendering himself completely to Kurt, who stirred arousal in ways no one had ever done. "You're so beautiful," Blaine murmured, shivering while their bare flesh brushed delicately together.

The whole thing soon had Blaine so wildly turned on that he was writhing and moaning softly, his manhood throbbing, his chest alive and tingling with fantastic pleasure. Kurt was bringing him to the edge of climax so quickly that Blaine panted desperately, "Ohhh! Oh god... I'm going to come if you don't stop!"

Kurt drew back reluctantly. "Not yet." His heart beat faster as he sat up, straddling Blaine's hips in a way that only made him hotter. "I want to be touching you." The whole encounter counted in Kurt's mind as the boldest he'd ever been. Getting up on stage and belting out a song, that was catharsis, that was a high. This was thrilling but utterly nerve-wrecking. He reached down and unbuttoned the top button of his own jeans before reaching for Blaine's hand. "Want to do the honors?"

Blaine could hardly breathe. Again, he had to remind himself that this was really happening and that it wasn't a particularly vivid dream. "Are you kidding?" His voice cracked, and Blaine swallowed hard. "I'd tear these off with my teeth if you wanted me to." His hand trembled like an addict going through withdrawal, and Blaine was more than grateful that Kurt had a firm hold on his wrist. Fingers drifting over the bulging denim, he tugged at the zipper until it fell open to reveal Kurt's twitching length encased in silk boxer shorts. Blaine's eyes widened; Kurt was HUGE. "Kurt..." His hand drifted into the cloth, and he caught his breath as he truly felt his boyfriend's hardness for the first time.

Again, Kurt heard that soft whine and realized he'd managed to fail rather utterly at sounding particularly sexy. It didn't matter. He just wanted to be able to return the favor, to touch as well as be touched. Kurt reluctantly shimmied out of Blaine's grip, shushing the other teen when he protested, and scrambled free of his jeans before reaching for Blaine's fly. It took only a flicker of a glance to see the consent written on his boyfriend's face, and Kurt was glad for the fact that he didn't have to try and remember how to speak. He couldn't help a quick smile at the realization that Blaine's boxers matched the shirt he'd been wearing earlier. //I do love a man with a sense of style.// After the briefest hesitation, Kurt shucked his boxers and then helped Blaine do the same. "Have I mentioned that you're beautiful? God, Blaine..." Kurt climbed back to his perch atop Blaine's thighs and bit his lip as their flesh touched intimately for the first time.

Exactly how Blaine managed not to explode in that moment was something he considered a minor miracle. Kurt felt wonderful, and the sensation of their heated lengths brushing together felt too incredible to be true. He gazed up at Kurt, his eyes dark and dreamy with arousal while his heart drummed with wild excitement. "Do you have any idea how much I want you?" he panted. "How much I've wanted this?" With an effort Blaine raised himself up and pulled Kurt into another kiss. Their lips melded together slowly, ardently, while Blaine gently explored Kurt's smooth flesh. "Oh, I love you," he murmured against that sweet mouth.

Determined to make the moment special, Blaine's hand slid back down between those silky thighs. Kurt's long, thick member jutted out before him, pulsing feverishly. Blaine had never seen another cock so close, and his mouth watered as he gazed openly and hungrily. Brushing his fingers experimentally along the rigid shaft, it all seemed to come naturally to Blaine. His desire for Kurt was so deep that he wanted nothing more than to make his boyfriend lose himself in pleasure.

Kurt's toes curled, and he moaned before following Blaine's lead. He reached down and wrapped his fingers around the absolutely gorgeous cock in front of him. It was thrilling to see the way Blaine's eyes went half closed, to hear the catch in his breath. Kurt had always thought he was impossibly sexy when he sang, but the noises he made when Kurt gave a long, sure stroke were even more gorgeous. That was enough to spur the young man on and bolster his confidence. They were going on instinct and making it up as they went along, but it felt right because it was right. Kurt leaned down so that they could touch and kiss at the same time because sitting up he felt too far away from Blaine. His stupid indiscretion the night before didn't matter. It had always been Blaine that he was supposed to be doing this with, and there was no longer any doubt in Kurt's mind about that.

Blaine caught his bottom lip, his moans of pleasure muffled. His pelvis shaking beneath Kurt's warm frame, his hips churning. "Oh god!" When Blaine's body grew taut, he knew his climax was only seconds away. It all felt too good, too amazing to be real. He kept right on stroking Kurt's swollen length, his fingers slick from the glistening fluid weeping copiously from the flaring tip. Blaine did not want to stop or for the moment he had longed for to end. Suddenly his body stiffened, then undulated wildly as sharp convulsions shook him to his core. Agonizing spasms of pleasure were drawn out of his quivering body thanks to Kurt's caresses and somehow through it all, Blaine kept time with his boyfriend, filling both hands with that incredible cock.

Kurt didn't bother to give any warning. They'd both known that it would only take a few moments, but that made the contact all the more precious. His hips bucked out of control as he thrust into Blaine's hand. He heard himself moaning Blaine's name against the other teen's ear as they moved in sync. Only when the spasms ceased did he finally draw a full breath and pull back to look at Blaine. His eyes were wide with wonder. It was one of the rare occasions where Kurt had absolutely no idea what to say. The feeling was too overwhelming to put into words. Finally he simply smiled and kissed Blaine firmly on the lips.

When it was over, Blaine lay panting and groaning, almost unable to move as Kurt kissed him again. "Oh god... I've never felt anything like that," he gasped hoarsely. "It was amazing... No, Kurt, amazing doesn't even come close," Blaine smiled, returning his boyfriend's kiss with hot, demanding passion. Feeling tears wetting his cheeks, he could not remember being so blissfully happy. He embraced Kurt warmly, his hands roaming up and down the length of his back. "Thank you for this," he whispered into his hair. "I love you so much."

"Thank me?" Kurt laughed somewhat breathlessly and kissed Blaine again before settling in at his boyfriend's side. "I know we need to clean up soon so we don't permanently stick to the sheets, but... a little cuddling first." He felt light as a feather now that everything was in perspective. Everything felt right again no matter how tangled a mess it had all been a handful of hours before. "Mmm... this weekend... two days, just the two of us..." The singer let out a sound that was akin to a purr as he shifted at Blaine's side. "Shame I have to go home at all."

"I really wish you didn't have to," Blaine lamented, somehow managing to snake an arm around Kurt despite his limb's seemingly boneless state. "It's going to be torture waiting for the weekend to get here." He was already imagining filling his bedroom with romantic candles and flowers, making everything absolutely perfect for Kurt. Blaine's eyes were dark and heavy as he gazed into his boyfriend's face, beautifully flushed from their exertions. "I've decided this either really happened, or it was the best damn dream I ever had."

"Mmm... me too," Kurt agreed before sighing. "I should get home. Well, you should get me home." He smiled and sat up, reluctantly reaching for his clothes. The singer's gaze moved back to Blaine's body and took a long last look. "Now that I've seen you without clothes, I think it's a shame you have to wear them. Fashion be damned, you really should be a nudist." Just as reluctantly he began dressing again. He'd have to look at least halfway put together when he got home or his father would notice something was awry.

"You think so?" Blaine kissed him again. "I could probably get into that, s'long as you're willing to take on that lifestyle with me." He slithered up behind Kurt, wrapping his arms around his waist and embracing him tightly. His mouth brushed over Kurt's neck, hot and demanding. If he could have kept Kurt tied to his bed, then he would have done it in a heartbeat. Finally he exhaled deeply and relinquished his hold on his gorgeous boyfriend. "Okay, we'd better get going or I'll keep you here forever."

Once they were both fully dressed and somewhat presentable, Blaine led the way back to his car. Every step he took felt as if he was walking on air. He grinned like a drunken fool at Kurt, who fairly glowed, his luminous skin flushed and his lush dark hair wantonly mussed. And Blaine decided that Kurt had never looked more beautiful to him.

"Promise me something?" He said when they eventually pulled into the Hummel driveway. "That you'll call me later and let me sing you to sleep?"

The thought alone brought a blush to Kurt's cheeks, and he beamed at Blaine before drawing his boyfriend into a warm embrace. "Of course." He stole another kiss and then opened the door. "Can't afford to mess up my hair again," Kurt explained with a toss of his head before stepping out of the vehicle. It was sad walking away from Blaine, but he was excited already about the weekend to come.