"Finn, you taste so good," a soft voice purred as a tongue caressed Finn's collarbone.

Finn gasped quietly as Rachel's tongue trailed south, down towards his bare chest while her hips rhythmically ground against his.

"Finn!"

"Rachel, please," Finn whimpered as Rachel's mouth latched onto his right nipple, sucking it gently as her tongue teased the nub.

"Finn! Eww! I don't know what you're-"

"Oh Finn, you're so big."

"Finn!"

"Yes, Rachel, I am big."

"Oh gross!"

"Mmmmmm… Rachel," Finn moaned, rolling onto his back.

"Okay," Kurt growled, grabbing the half full water bottle by Finn's bed, "Enough is enough!"

"Rachel, you feel so- FUCK!" Finn gasped as cold water assaulted his face, running down his neck and soaking through his shirt as he sat up.

Kurt stood back, holding the nearly empty bottle between himself and Finn defensively as the tall boy lumbered out of bed, hazy eyes scanning the room sleepily as he searched for the intruder.

"What the fuck dude?" Finn exclaimed as he focused on Kurt, voice hoarse from sleep, rubbing his eyes roughly with the back of his hand.

"First of all, don't call me dude. Second, call me Rachel again, and I will end you," Kurt threatened, "Third, I'm sorry for waking you like that, but if you stay in bed you'll be late, so you're welcome."

Finn grumbled incoherently, standing and pulling off his shirt without thought, they were practically brothers by this point. "Where's mom?" He bent down and pulled a crumpled towel off the floor, sniffing it experimentally, before gagging, and throwing it towards his hamper.

It missed, obviously, and landed on the mountain of dirty underwear.

Kurt stared at the pile in horror, before shuddering dramatically, and pulling a cleaner towel off the back of Finn's desk chair, throwing it at his face before making his way into the wardrobe, pulling out clothes.

"Your mom got called into the hospital early, there's been an accident and they needed more staff," Kurt explained, pulling out a pair of dark wash jeans and throwing them towards Finn, "I am here in your God-awful room waking you up because you're going to be late for football practice." Kurt threw a bright red polo at Finn, who yanked it over his head.

Finns face immediately transformed into a look of horror, "Shit! I've already missed two this week! Fuck!"

Finn ran around his room, shoving books into his bag, grabbing his phone off the charger and racing into the bathroom.

Kurt rolled his eyes fondly and left, walking down the stairs into the kitchen, pulling out the ingredients for a simple salad wrap; he had already made Finn's lunch for the day and was making his own.

When he was putting the finishing touches on his lunch, heavy footsteps lumbered down the stairs and a flustered Finn entered the kitchen, letterman jacket half on, fly unzipped and dragging his football pads after him.

"Here," Kurt said, picking up the brown bag that contained a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and an apple, "This is for lunch," Kurt walked behind Finn to put it in his back pack, zipping it properly before pushing Finn towards the door, "Your fly's open, by the way."

Finn's hands fell to his crotch, smiling sheepishly as he fixed his jeans, "Thanks," he muttered over his shoulder as he snatched up his keys and barreled through the front door.

Kurt smiled slightly as he placed the lettuce back in the fridge, straightening quickly as he heard Finn talking to someone outside.

"Yeah sure, I'll tell Beiste, don't worry. I'll see you at school," Kurt heard Finn say.

As a car door shut, and a knock echoed through the empty house, followed by the sound of Finn's old Ute pulling out of the driveway, the gravel crunching under its large tires. Kurt swung the fridge shut gently, dusting his hands off on a tea towel before making his way to the front door.

When Kurt opened the door he saw Blaine standing dejectedly on the Hudmel porch, looking up at him with sad eyes, "Hey," Blaine greeted quietly, before dropping his gaze to the floor.

"Blaine," Kurt said in surprise, stepping forward to capture Blaine's lips in hello. Blaine stepped back.

Kurt frowned, tilting his head in confusion, "Blaine? What's wrong?"

"We need to talk," Blaine said softly, brushing past Kurt and heading towards the living room.

Kurt followed slowly, unsure about Blaine's behavior. Blaine shuffled over to couch, dropping into it and taking a deep breath, rubbing his hands together uncertainly as he leant forward, elbows on his knees.

Kurt remained standing in the archway, watching him carefully, taking in the droop of his shoulders, the defeated look haunting his face.

Blaine looked up after a few moments, eyes meeting Kurt's briefly as he gestured for Kurt to join him. Kurt did, and ignored the pain in his heart when Blaine moved to his left, putting some distance between them.

Personal space was usually non-existent between the couple.

"I was here last night," Blaine began, voice wavering slightly, "I snuck in to talk to you about the message Alex sent you."

Kurt sucked in a sharp breath; he hadn't realized Blaine knew about that.

"You know the one that talks about how amazing you'd be together," Blaine continued, hands clenching into tight fists, "And how if you ever need a date he's more than willing."

Kurt sat perfectly still.

Blaine pressed on, voice steady now, "I wanted to talk about how friendly the two of you have been. At first I thought I was just being jealous as usual, and maybe, maybe I was overreacting. But then I came here last night, and Kurt, you were dreaming," Blaine said quietly, defeated, "Quite vividly, in fact."

Kurt's eyes widened, he didn't like where this was going. He knew that he'd dreamt last night; waking up with his pajamas sticking uncomfortably to his skin was proof enough. He can't remember who it was about, or what exactly had been happening, but he'd just assumed it was about Blaine, they were always about Blaine.

"You were moaning," Blaine continued, voice broken and dangerously low, "You were gasping and panting and you were... You came in your pants and you-," Blaine closed his eyes, willing the tears threatening to spill down his cheeks not to.

"Blaine, baby," Kurt said cupping Blaine's cheek and forcing his boyfriend to look at him, "What happened? What did I do?"

"You moaned Alex's name," Blaine whispered, leaning away from Kurt's touch.

Kurt retracted his hand and shook his head forcefully, "No. No Blaine, no. I couldn't have. I wouldn't-"

"I heard you," Blaine swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing, "I heard you Kurt."

"Blaine, I am so sorry, I didn't mean to," Kurt said franticly, "It was just a dream, Blaine, just a dream. Nothing happened, nothing will happen. I love you. You're it for me."

Blaine exhaled slowly, "Dreams are supposed to be a reflection of our subconscious, right?" He asked looking at Kurt.

"I- It was a dream. Nothing else," Kurt pleaded desperately.

Blaine shook his head, staring determinedly down at his hands that were clasped tightly in his lap, "You see, the thing is... I don't think it was just a dream. I think you actually liked it and you like him and it's common knowledge that he has a thing for you."

"I love you," Kurt assured firmly.

"I know you love me. But I think you like him too," Blaine shifted closer to Kurt so he could grab his hand, "I think you really like him and you're confused and don't know what to do... I think that maybe we should... Take a break- I'm not saying breakup," Blaine added hastily when he saw the panic in Kurt's eyes, "I'm just saying maybe we need to have some time to ourselves and see what our actual feelings are."

"No, Blaine please," Kurt begged squeezing their hands desperately, "I love you, only you. Please don't do this."

"Kurt, I-" Blaine whispered, his breath hitching as a tear streaked down Kurt's cheek.

"Don't do this to us. I'm sorry for making you feel like this was the only way, but I promise, he means nothing to me, Blaine."

"I want to believe you, I do. But-" Blaine's protests were cut off by Kurt smashing their lips together.

Blaine kissed back, hands grasping at Kurt's back, unable to resist him. When the broke apart, Blaine's hands fisted into Kurt's shirt, holding him back.

"Stop," he pleaded softly as Kurt tried to pull him closer.

"Blaine, please, please don't," Kurt shifted up onto his knees facing Blaine.

"Kurt, I think it'd be for the best," Blaine traced his finger delicately across Kurt's bottom lip.

"No, it wouldn't," Kurt breathed, pushing Blaine onto his back and shuffling up to straddle his hips, "I love you Blaine. You're my everything." He reattached their lips with force, trying to convey his feelings through the kiss.

Blaine Broke away panting into Kurt's mouth, "Kurt, no. We need to talk about-" Once again Blaine was silenced by Kurt's lips, though this time he equaled Kurt's force and passion, their tongues tangling together, fighting for dominance.

Kurt moaned into the kiss, causing Blaine to freeze, remembering what he'd witnessed the night before. Kurt panting Alex's name, his back arching, his chest heaving, his toes curling, his cock-

Just as Kurt started fiddling with the button on Blaine's pants the house phone rang, shocking both of the boys.

Blaine sat up quickly, causing Kurt to topple onto the floor with an undignified squawk.

"Oh crap, sorry," Blaine apologized, holding out a hand to help him up.

Kurt hauled himself up with the help of Blaine, and hurried to the phone, "Hello?" he answered, trying to regain his breathing and keep his voice even.

"Hi honey, how's everything going?" Carole's cheerful voice asked on the other end.

"Oh, hi Carole, everything's fine, Finn left to practice about ten minutes ago," Kurt answered hurriedly, watching Blaine fiddling on the couch.

"Oh that's great honey, thank you for doing this."

"No problem," Kurt said.

"I know Finn is a pain sometimes, especially in the morning," Carole said with a sigh.

"Yeah," Kurt replied distractedly.

"When he was little he used to insist that he couldn't get up early in the morning because if he did then he wouldn't have enough energy to stay awake in school," she chuckled.

"That's cute," Kurt breathed, frowning as Blaine rubbed at his eyes as though trying to hold back tears.

"Are you okay sweetie?"

"Yes, yes, fine I'm just in a hurry that's all," Kurt said.

"Oh, okay. I'll see you this afternoon, have a good day honey."

"You too Carole," Kurt said, hanging up the phone and focusing all his attention back on his boyfriend.

"What was that about?" Blaine asked, standing away from the couch as his red eyes focused on Kurt.

"Just Carole checking up and saying thanks," Kurt answered as Blaine moved closer to him, "She said Finn was always hard to deal with in the morning."

"Speaking of dealing with hard things, what's going in between you and Alex?" Blaine questioned bluntly.

Kurt groaned and sunk into the couch, Blaine choosing to remain standing, watching him closely.

"Blaine. I'm so, so confused. I love you. But I sometimes I have these… feelings for Alex," Kurt admitted quietly.

"What type of feelings?"

Kurt sighed heavily, eyes trained on the leg of the coffee table, "Sometimes, when he laughs, or smiles, I feel… warm," Kurt said uncertainty.

"You feel warm?" Blaine monotoned, folding his arms across his chest.

"I just- It's hard to explain," Kurt muttered, shoulders hunching up as he resisted the urge to cry.

"Well try," Blaine urged gently, "I promise to listen to every word before I say anything."

Truth be told, Blaine didn't want to listen to the person he loves try explain the feelings he had for someone else, but he didn't want to lose Kurt either.

Kurt let out a deep breath, "Sometimes, when I'm with Alex, I feel safe, warm, like how you make me feel, just nowhere near as strong. And each time I get that feeling with him, I feel sick, because I love you, and I don't want to be feeling that with anyone but you, ever." Kurt stood up, raising his gaze to meet Blaine's.

"Blaine I love you, and yes, I may feel something towards Alex, but it is nothing compared to how I feel about you," Kurt said earnestly, "He doesn't compare- he can't compare to you. You are so perfect to me, Blaine. I love you so much. When I'm talking to him, I can't help but notice how wrong it feels, how I shouldn't be looking up at him, I should be looking down, how, when he hugs me, his arms are too long, his stance too tall. I can't help but make comparisons between the two of you, and realize that everything feels wrong, because everything that I want, I've been lucky enough to have for the past seven years." Kurt closed the distance between the two, grabbing Blaine's hands, "I know I've hurt you, and I'm sorry. Please don't leave me."

"Kurt," Blaine began, unsure of what to say.

"Blaine," Kurt continued, "You are the only person, except my dad, who has been there for me when I needed it most. You're the only one, and I am so sorry for how I've made you feel. We've have both had crushes before and we've gotten through it-"

"They've never been this bad."

"And I've never loved you this much! Every single moment we spend together I fall even more in love with you. I need you to know that I love you, I love only you and I will never leave you Blaine. I just hope you'll never leave me."

Blaine couldn't help the small sob of relief that escaped his lips, before he pulled Kurt into a tight hug, "I'll never say goodbye to you."

By the time both boys had calmed down it was time for school, they pulled apart and embraced in a deep kiss, their tears mixing together as they tried to get as close as possible.

Kurt broke the kiss, leaning his forehead against Blaine's, trying to regain control over his breathing.

"I'll see you at school," Blaine said a softly.

Kurt nodded, opened his eyes and kissed him gently on the lips one last, reassuring time.

Blaine smiled gently, nuzzling Kurt's cheek before stepping away, flashing one last smile, and heading outside, towards his car.

Kurt waited until he heard Blaine pull out of the driveway before he sunk back into the couch, resting his face in his hands, willing himself to hold it together. It wasn't an easy thing to do. He couldn't believe how much his friendship with Alex was hurting Blaine.

Kurt's mind was reeling, trying desperately to think of a way to show to Blaine just how much he loved him. He sat up suddenly, hit with an idea that would work perfectly. But he needed time, time to plan, time to set up.

School was out of the question today.

"Mercedes!" Blaine hissed, trying to get the girls' attention, "Tina!"

They paused, and spun towards Blaine, Tina narrowly avoiding hitting a freshman with her book bag in the crowded hallway.

"Blaine?" Tina asked, frowning in confusion as he shushed her quickly.

"Don't talk directly to me," he instructed, pulling books out of his locker, seemingly ignoring the duo completely, "Pretend that you're talking to Mercedes."

Tina turned to Mercedes, leaning up against the locker and placing a hand on her arm, "What's wrong?"

Blaine slipped his phone out of his pocket, pretending to make a call as he pressed it to his ear and shut his locker, nodding to a group of letterman passing by.

"Have you seen Kurt?" he asked into the phone, eyes flicking to Mercedes quickly.

"Not since yesterday," Tina replied, shaking her head at Mercedes.

"Do you know where he is?" Blaine questioned, gesturing with his head for the girls to head towards their classes.

Tina linked her arm through Mercedes', pulling her towards their History room, Blaine trailing slowly after them, still in hearing distance, but far enough away as to not be associated with the girls.

"No, why? What's wrong? Can't you find him?"

"No. I've looked for him everywhere but he hasn't shown up," Blaine admitted, frowning slightly at the Cheerio who winked 'seductively' at him on her way past.

"Have you called him?"

"He's not answering."

"He'll show up," Tina reassured, "He has to. Sectionals is only three days away, he wouldn't miss practice. He knows Rachel would maul him if he so much as thought about it."

Blaine hummed in agreement, simultaneously shuddering at the thought of Rachel Berry.

Quickening his pace, Blaine touched Tina's arm discretely as he passed, "Thanks," he muttered, before disappearing in to crowd.

"It's going to be a long day," Blaine mumbled to himself, pushing a scrawny looking freshman out of his way as he passed another group of his 'friends.'

"Blaine!"

Blaine groaned quietly and turned, rearranging his features into a large grin as Karofsky shoved his way through the crowd.

"Sup man?" Blaine asked, holding out his fist for Karofsky to tap with his own.

"Are you okay?" Dave asked, "You weren't at practice this morning."

"Yeah, I had a few things I needed to sort out. All good now," Blaine assured him as they walked the halls together, students parting like the red sea for the two.

"Well if you ever need anything man, I'm here for you," Karofsky said, punching him lightly on the shoulder.

"Thanks," Blaine said, shocked by how sincere Karofsky sounded.

The thing is that he's always somewhat liked Dave; they've been 'friends' for as long as he's been 'bullying' Kurt. Sometimes Dave is the only guy on the football team, besides the glee guys, that Blaine can stand to be around for more than five minutes.

Of course they'll never actually be friends. They couldn't be. Karofsky despises the most important person in Blaine's life. To the general public though, they're two homophobic bastards who have a mutual hate of Kurt Hummel, and that's enough to form a friendship.

If only they knew.

"No problem man," Karofsky said with a smile, gesturing behind him, "I better get to class. If I'm late one more time I swear Morrison is going to flunk me," he laughed and turned on his heel, shooting a wave at Blaine over his shoulder, before disappearing around the corner.

Blaine chuckled half-heartedly as he waved back, "Later dude."

The last warning bell rang out and Blaine, like the rest of the stragglers, picked up his pace and hurried into class.

By the time Kurt collected everything he needed and returned home, it was just passing three o'clock.

Kurt walked into his room and tossed his bags onto his bed, he toed off his boots and pulled out his cell phone, dialing the number he looked up earlier.

"Good Afternoon, Bel Lago Waterfront Bistro, Cynthia speaking, how may I help you?"

"Hi, I'd like to make a reservation for tonight under the name Hummel," Kurt requested as he walked into his closet.

"And how many people will this reservation be for?" Cynthia asked, the light sound of fingers taping away on a keyboard heard through the phone.

"For two at seven thirty," Kurt said, pulling out a peach colored button up and holding it to his chest, tilting his head at his reflection as he scrutinized himself in the mirror. He scrunched his nose up and hung it back in his closet after a few moments.

Tonight had to be perfect.

"So that's a reservation at seven thirty for two, under the name Hummel," Cynthia confirmed happily, and, at Kurt's hum of assent, added, "We'll see you then Sir, have a nice afternoon."

"Thank you." Kurt hung up his phone and placed it on his desk, before burrowing back into his walk-in.

He flicked through each item of clothing, pausing on a midnight blue, silky button-up shirt. Kurt hummed happily; Blaine loved this shirt on him, and, paired with his perfectly tailored jet-black three-piece, Kurt would look quite stunning, even if he did say so himself.

"Perfect! Just fucking perfect!" Blaine grumbled, bending down to scoop up the books he'd dropped down the crowded staircase.

"Need a hand?" Dave asked, making his way up the stairs towards Blaine.

"Please," Blaine sighed.

They worked quickly together, picking up trampled papers while trying to avoid their hands getting crushed by the students hurrying out of the school.

"I think that's everything," Karofsky commented, looking around and handing Blaine back two books and a pile of wrinkled math sheets as he stood.

"Thanks man," Blaine smiled, stood, and head towards the slowly emptying car park. Dave waved away his thanks and fell into step beside Blaine, pushing a few stragglers out of his way as he did.

"Have a good weekend dude," Karofsky said, waving as he walked to his own car.

Blaine waved back and headed for his car. He shoved all his papers and books under one arm and dug through his bag for his keys, he finally found them, opened the back door and tossed everything inside. He closed the door and hopped in the drivers seat. As he put the key in the ignition, he saw a bunch of red roses on his dashboard, a neatly folded note nestled within the buds.

Dear Blaine,

You always leave me the most beautiful notes, I appreciated every single one, they remind me that you love me, and that, no matter what, you'll always be there to support me. I want you to know that I'll always be here for you Blaine, no matter what you need.

I know I'm not very good at expressing my love for you through words, but I just wanted you to know that I'm so sorry for all the pain I've inflicted on you.

I need you to be dressed in your nicest suit, and ready by 6pm.

I'm taking you out, and showing you just how much I love you.

Your Kurt.

Blaine smelt his roses and laid them on the passenger seat, sniffling back tears, he turned his car on and started his drive home. He had three hours before their date.

After two and a half hours of showering, moisturizing, using copious amounts of hair spray and readjusting his silver tie several times Kurt decided that he was finally ready.

He took one last look at himself in the mirror, checked his jacket pocket, fixed a stray piece if hair that had fallen out of place, and exited his room.

"Dad," Kurt called as he reached the bottom of the stairs, "I'm heading out now."

"You know Kurt, I really should ground you after what you did today," Burt's approaching voice grumbled, "I know you needed to sort some things out, but you can't just skip school whenever- Whoa, Kurt. Wow. You look... you look really grown up kiddo," Burt came to a stop awkwardly as he rounded the corner and saw Kurt.

"Really?" Kurt asked blushing a little and fiddling with his jacket cuffs.

"Yeah, you do," Burt smiled and put a hand on his sons shoulder, giving it an affectionate squeeze.

"Thanks," he replied softly.

"Oh my goodness!" Carole exclaimed, bustling into the hallway, Finn on her heels, "Kurt, you look so handsome."

Finn coughed awkwardly, "Wow dude, hot date?"

"The hottest," Kurt smirked, brushing nonexistent lint of his shoulder.

"Well, have fun and don't forget to thank Paul and Annabelle for letting you use the house tonight," Burt said.

Kurt nodded, flashed his family one last smile, and headed to the door, grabbing his long pea coat; he'd hung it there in the afternoon, anticipating cold weather.

"Dude, don't forget the emergency Glee rehearsal tomorrow at noon. It's at Rachel's, so you can bring Blaine if you want," Finn reminded with a shrug.

"I'll see you then," Kurt replied happily, slipping into his coat.

"Have fun," Finn said with a wink, before walking back to the lounge room.

"Bye!" Kurt called as he walked down the frosted driveway to his car.

"Bye honey, have a great night, drive carefully!"

"Yeah and be safe! Don't forget to use protection!" Burt called loudly at his son.

"Dad!" Kurt hissed in embarrassment, he quickly got into his car and took off down the road, praying that the neighbours hadn't heard.

Blaine couldn't remember being this excited for a date with Kurt. Sure, he loved him, and every moment spent together was amazing, but Blaine was used to doing the courting. He knew how much Kurt loved romance, so he took every opportunity he could to sweep Kurt off his feet.

It was nice to have Kurt spoil him in for once.

Blaine frowned at his reflection, struggling with the tie around his neck; it just wouldn't sit right.

"Fuck," he growled quietly, taking a deep breath to try and calm himself.

Why was tonight so special? Why was he so uncharacteristically nervous? They'd been together for seven years. They'd seen each other at their weakest. They'd given everything to the other, and taken everything in return.

So why were his hands trembling?

Blaine let out a shaky breath as someone knocked quietly on the bathroom door.

"Blaine, honey," His mother asked quietly, voice muffled by the door between them, "Are you okay?"

"No," Blaine whined in return, walking over to let his mom in.

"Honey, what's wrong?"

Blaine turned back to his reflection, bringing his hands up to retie his tie for what felt like the thousandth time, "This stupid tie won't sit properly, and it doesn't match this stupid suit and these stupid shoes are ugly and everything is just so-"

"Stupid?"

"Yes!" Blaine growled, frustration evident in his voice.

Annabelle laughed fondly at her son before sweeping him into a warm hug. "It's okay honey, just relax, deep breaths," she said softly, rubbing circles against Blaine's back as he relaxed into her embrace, letting out a sigh.

He pulled back after a few moments, his mom keeping her hands on his biceps, squeezing reassuringly as she looked him over.

Her small hands came up to Blaine's neck, loosening the tie and pulling it off. She straightened it out, held it against his suit, and vanished from the room, Blaine waiting patiently for her return.

She reentered the room not a minute later a new, thin, black tie in hand. Blaine lent over so the tiny woman could loop it around his neck; he liked that she made him feel tall.

"That's better," Annabelle said, knotting the tie and tucking the end into Blaine's vest. "Stunning, darling, as always," she gave Blaine a kiss on the cheek, "Kurt won't be able to control himself," she winked.

Blaine blushed and pushed at his mother shoulder gently, urging her to leave the room.

She laughed, patted his cheek, and bustled out of the room, heading for the kitchen.

"Thanks mom," Blaine called, heading back to the mirror and glaring at the tangle of curls upon his head.

Usually, Blaine left his hair free from product; sometimes his curls sat perfectly, other times, like tonight for example, they were unruly and untamable.

So Blaine decided to try gelling them, not too much though, size of a dime, Kurt was always saying. He put a small amount on the palm of his right hand and dragged it through them.

Huh.

Maybe he should use gel more often.

"Blaine! Sweetie! I see Kurt's car."

"Coming!" he called, throwing one last look at his reflection before he raced into his room, grabbed his phone and wallet from the bedside table, and rushed down the stairs.

When he reached the bottom his mom pulled him in for a hug, "Have a good night sweetie," she kissed his cheek gently.

"Enjoy yourself," His father said, reaching out to ruffle Blaine's hair. Blaine ducked to the side, avoiding the hand, and gave his dad a one armed hug.

"We will and don't worry we will be back at a reason- oh that's Kurt!" Blaine said excitedly, pulling away as the doorbell chimed.

Blaine grabbed his overcoat, slipping it on quickly as he headed towards the door.

When the door opened both boys gasped. Blaine stepped outside and closed the door behind him, he stood in front if Kurt, each raking their eyes over the other.

"Wow," Kurt breathed, mouth parted slightly in shock.

"Wow yourself," Blaine returned, eyeing his boyfriend.

"You look gorgeous," Kurt muttered, breaking the short silence.

Kurt cupped Blaine's cheek and pressed their lips together, Blaine sighed into the kiss, his hands automatically finding their way to Kurt's slim waist.

"They're so cute."

"Annabelle, shush. They'll here you."

"No they won't, they're outside. And they're too lost in each other to notice us."

"Honey, shhhh!"

Blaine made a disgruntled noise and pulled away from Kurt, turning towards the stained glass window next to the door, where his mother's silhouette was in plain sight.

"Mom," Blaine reprimanded, blushing deeply.

The boys heard Annabelle squeak loudly, and her frame vanished from sight.

Blaine tugged on Kurt's hand, regaining his attention from the window, where he was looking with amusement, "Let's leave before she brings out the camera," Blaine whispered.

Kurt chuckled and pressed his lips to Blaine's once more, before leading them towards his car.

Kurt stepped in front of Blaine as they reached the passenger side, opening the door with an exaggerated bow, "Your carriage awaits, good sir," he said, faking a British accent with surprising success.

Blaine pretended to swoon, causing Kurt to giggle quietly before ushering Blaine into the car and moving around to the driver's side.

"So, where are we going?" Blaine asked as Kurt pulled out of the driveway, putting his hand on his boyfriend's knee and rubbing small circles with his thumb.

Kurt smiled wickedly, "It's a surprise."

"Seriously?" Blaine asked, "You're not even going to give me a little hint?"

Kurt removed one hand from the steering wheel and pulled an imaginary zipper across his lips.

Blaine pouted, "Will you at least tell me why you missed school?"

"Nope," Kurt said, popping the 'p'.

Blaine let it go and relaxed back into the seat, "Thank you for this Kurt. I know you must have gotten in trouble for missing Glee and-"

"Blaine, you're worth it. I love you and... I'm sorry for everything. You deserve to be treated like this every day and I'm sorry for how I've been acting."

"It's okay," Blaine assured, squeezing Kurt's knee.

Kurt glanced over at Blaine quickly, giving him a small smile before focusing back on the road.

"I love you, Blaine. So much."

"I love you, too."

The rest of the ride was spent singing along to Kurt's iPod, talking, and just simply enjoying the others company.

About an hour and a half later, Kurt pulled into the lot of Bel Lago Waterfront Bistro.

They got out, Kurt racing around to open Blaine's door again, and made their way towards the entrance, hand in hand, admiring the beautiful gardens and the flickering candles that framed the various pathways.

Blaine smiled happily and kissed Kurt's cheek, letting him lead them both towards the reception, where a welcoming middle-aged woman was standing behind a wooden podium.

"Good evening," She greeted, smiling at Kurt as he approached, "Welcome to Bel Lago Waterfront Bistro. My name is Cynthia. Do you have a reservation?"

"Hi, I booked a table for two, under the name Hummel," Kurt said, pulling Blaine next to him.

Cynthia's eyes flickered down to their joint hands, and, surprisingly, her smile grew impossibly wider.

"Mr Hummel, welcome. Let me take your coats. You can pick them up on your way out with this ticket," she explained, handing Blaine a small piece of white paper with a number on it as the boys shrugged out of their coats and passed them over, "Brandon will be right over to take you to your table."

A few moments later, a young, college aged man made his way towards them. He introduced himself as Brandon, and led them through the dining hall to their seats. Their table was small, intimate, with a small clatter of candles melted artistically together as the centerpiece. They were seated against a large glass wall at the back of the restaurant; their table was overlooking a large lake, the moon light reflecting off it beautifully.

Kurt pulled Blaine's chair out for him, gesturing for Blaine to take his seat as Brandon cleared his throat.

"Here are your menus," he placed two small booklets down in front of Blaine, "I'll give you a few minutes to decide on your food. In the meantime, can I get you anything to drink?"

"Sure, we'll have a coke and a diet coke thank you," Kurt ordered, nodding at Blaine who simply smiled back.

"I'll be back with your drinks in a minute," Brandon said, smiling one last time before leaving them alone.

"Kurt, this is amazing," Blaine said, looking around in awe.

Each table had a similar set up to theirs'; the only thing varying were the colors and designs of the candles in the middle. The tables were placed strategically throughout the room, each one being a respectable distance from its neighbor, giving the patrons a sense of privacy.

"I'm glad you like it," Kurt replied softly, reaching out and grasping Blaine's hand, entwining their fingers across the table.

The rest of their dinner went by smoothly, the food was amazing, the staff members were incredibly hospitable, and the boys didn't revive a single glare or snide comment from the ever-growing amount of couples.

"Seriously, I want to go into that kitchen and steal the rest if this cake."

Kurt laughed and nodded his head in agreement; taking another bite of the chocolate mud cake they were sharing. When they finally finished dessert -much to Blaine's disappointment- they flagged down Brandon and left the now crowded dining room to meet Cynthia at the receptionist desk. Kurt paid for dinner and Blaine collected their coats, holding Kurt's open for him to slip into.

"I hope you both had a lovely evening," Cynthia said sincerely.

"We did," Kurt smiled, doing up his buttons, "Thank you."

Together they walked out into the cold winter air, hands clasped tightly as Blaine turned toward the parking lot. Kurt, however, tugged him in a different direction.

"Baby, what are you doing?" Blaine asked, confused, but following Kurt as he led them towards the lake.

Kurt didn't respond, he just tightened his hold on Blaine's hand and tugged him into the small gazebo by the water; it's white paint glowing in the silver moonlight.

Kurt let go of Blaine's hand and spun around to face his confused boyfriend, dropping to his knee.

Blaine's hazel eyes widened comically. "Kurt! What are you doing? Get up!" Kurt pulled a small, dark purple box from within his jacket. "Oh my god," Blaine breathed, "What is that?"

"Relax. I'm not proposing, silly," Kurt assured, smiling fondly up at a stunned Blaine.

Kurt flipped open the lid of the box, holding it up, closer to his boyfriend.

Inside the small, purple box, upon a layer of dark satin, sat two matching white gold rings, held in place by a thin ribbon.

Kurt cleared his throat, reaching up to capture Blaine's hand with his own, "Blaine Nathan Anderson. We've known each other for seven glorious years. And I know that we both feel that what we have right now is the best thing that could ever happen to the both of us. I've told you this before, Blaine, but I'll tell you again. You're it for me. I know that you're the only one for me and I can't imagine living my life everyday without you by my side."

Blaine stayed silent, trying to blink away his tear ask Kurt continued.

"This ring is a promise," Kurt continued, eyes never leaving Blaine's, "A promise that I will love you and only you forever. This ring will serve as proof of my love and my promise, my promise that I will love only you, and that I really, really do want to spend the rest of my life by your side. Because, Blaine, I love you more than anything in this world. You are my world, and I love you. I will always love you."

Blaine's lips parted slightly. He stood there, in the glowing gazebo, holding the hand of the most important, most loved, person in his life. And this person was promising to be his. Forever.

Blaine could see the doubt on Kurt's face, the insecurities flashing through his bright blue eyes as the hand holding the small box began to quake gently.

Blaine burst into tears -happy tears, Kurt gathered, from the ear splitting smile forming on his face- as he laughed and joined Kurt on the ground.

"I love you, too, always," Blaine whispered cupping Kurt's face.

Kurt's laughed too as tears of his own formed in his eyes, spilling down his cheeks.

"But," Blaine said, and Kurt could have sworn his heart stopped, "Only if I can promise you the exact same things," Blaine finished; thumb brushing gently over Kurt's cheekbone.

Kurt threw his arms around Blaine, pulling him in for a tight hug. He nodded into Blaine's neck, kissing it gently as he said, "I love you so much, Blaine."

"I love you, too."

Kurt pulled away from him and turned his attention to the box in his hand.

He let out a nervous breath of air, "I know they aren't much-" he started to say, stopping short as Blaine silence him with a finger on his lips.

"They're perfect," Blaine assured.

Kurt smiled and tugged on the ribbon holding the rings together. He pulled one out delicately; the pale white of the gold reflecting the moonlight. Kurt held his breath as he grabbed Blaine's hand, splaying his fingers and sliding the ring past the knuckle of Blaine's left-hand ring finger.

"Perfect fit," Blaine said gently, holding Kurt's gaze as he slid the matching ring onto Kurt's slender finger.

Kurt pocketed the empty box and pulled Blaine in for a deep kiss, and, the boys found that despite the freezing weather, neither felt the cold.

Blaine moaned into the kiss as Kurt's fingers tangled into his curls. He grabbed Kurt by the waist and pulled him close, molding their bodies together.

"We need to get off this ground," Kurt whispered, breath coming out in a white puff of air.

Blaine made a noise of ascent, but made no move to get up, choosing instead to reattach himself to Kurt.

"Blaine," Kurt gasped as they pulled apart.

Blaine hummed, trailing kisses along Kurt's jaw towards his ear.

"We need to- we need to go to your house," Kurt panted.

"Parents," Blaine whispered, warm breath caressing the shell of Kurt's ear, he sucked the lobe in, nibbling it gently as Kurt threw his head to the side, giving Blaine better access.

Blaine attached his mouth to Kurt's pulse point, sucking sharply as Kurt let out a guttural moan.

Kurt's head shook ever so slightly, informing Blaine breathlessly, "They've gone out. We've got the house till tomorrow."

Blaine pulled away immediately, grabbed Kurt's hand, hauled him up, and pulled him towards the car, suddenly eager to get home.

When they were safely on the highway, Kurt smiled coyly and took a hand off of the steering wheel, placing it on Blaine's crotch.

Blaine jumped in surprise. "Kurt, what are you- Oh fuck," Blaine moaned, straining against the seat belt that was keeping him from jerking his hips up into Kurt's touch. "Pay attention to the road," Blaine begged him, half-heartedly.

Kurt ignored Blaine's feeble attempt to thwart his plans, and popped the button of Blaine's pants open, playing with the zipper teasingly as Blaine swore under his breath.

"Please," Blaine whimpered as Kurt pulled down the zipper, his pale fingers brushing across the sensitive skin just above his boyfriend's boxer shorts.

"Please? Please what?" Kurt teased, trying his best to keep his expression innocent. It was hard though, as every noise Blaine made travelled straight to his cock.

"Road," Blaine gasped, "Pay attention."

Kurt dipped his hand inside Blaine's boxers, curling his fingers around his already hard cock.

"Baby, you're the one who has to focus at the moment. I don't want you coming for the next hour and a half." Kurt smirked, teasingly as he tightened his fingers around Blaine and started pumping, squeezing gently as he twisted his wrist.

Blaine didn't reply, he simply threw his head back and willed himself not to come.

"Longest fucking car ride!" Blaine growled, opening the front door and dragging Kurt through it.

Kurt didn't reply. As soon as the door clicked shut he tugged Blaine back, shoving him against the door and forcing his tongue into Blaine's willing mouth, teeth clashing together in a hungry kiss.

Blaine moaned, hands clutching desperately at Kurt's back, trying to pull him impossibly closer.

Their hips ground together, creating a delicious friction that had both boys craving more.

"Blaine," Kurt breathed hotly into his boyfriend's ear, "I'm going to fuck you so hard," he promised, bringing his mouth to Blaine's neck and biting down, eliciting a high pitched whine from Blaine.

Kurt ran his hands up Blaine stomach, pushing his long coat off of his shoulders, and quickly shrugging out of his own.

"Bedroom," Blaine panted when they broke away for air. Kurt toed off his shoes, Blaine mirroring his actions, before taking off his jacket.

"Not going to… make it," Kurt gasped. He pulled Blaine away from the door, pushed him down onto the wooden floor, mentally thanking Blaine's parents for leaving the heaters on.

Blaine lay flat on his back, watching Kurt hungrily as he stood above him.

Kurt dropped to his knees, hands finding the waistband of Blaine's still open pants, tugging them off, and throwing them towards the coat rack.

Kurt unbuttoned his jacket, past caring that the expensive piece of clothing would undoubtedly be severely wrinkled in the morning, and threw it in the direction of Blaine's pants.

Blaine didn't make any protest as Kurt's nimble fingers loosened his tie, and started to hastily unbutton his shirt.

Blaine's hands tangled themselves in Kurt's hair, tugging him down so their lips could continue their assault on the other. His hands traveled down Kurt's stomach and he popped the bottom of Kurt's pant open. As Kurt sucked on Blaine's tongue Blaine started to pull down the zipper down.

Kurt pulled of his pants and briefs, nibbling on Blaine's bottom lip. Kurt bit his way down Blaine's throat, planting kisses up and down his toned stomach, whispering sweet nothing in the warm skin, "So beautiful... So perfect... So amazing."

While Kurt mapped out every inch of Blaine's stomach with his tongue, Blaine himself was struggling with the urge to explode all over Kurt's chest. Every time he tried to vocalize his need for his boyfriend, the words came out in a strangled sob or an incoherent cry of pleasure. Instead, Blaine began thrusting his hips to gain friction against Kurt's smooth chest. Blaine felt Kurt's tongue leave his own chest, he then started whimpering as Kurt's body left his completely, but that was before he felt something hot and wet pushing at his tight ring of muscle.

"Shit, Kurt."

Kurt couldn't take it anymore; Blaine's needy whimpers were sending him mad. How was he supposed to make love to this beautiful boy when all he wants to do is fuck his brains out?

Blaine threw his head back against the floor, blunt fingernails clawing at the pale skin of Kurt's back as Kurt added another finger, thrusting in and out of Blaine, searching for the little bundle of nerves. In that moment, Kurt threw aside all thoughts of making love to Blaine. He wanted to fuck Blaine. He needed to fuck him. He wanted Blaine to be walking funny for a week, so that each and every time he sat down, every time he felt the dull throb of pain in his backside, he was reminded that Kurt did that to him, that Kurt loved him.

"Fuck yes baby!" Blaine moaned as Kurt continued to push in and out of the puckered hole.

Kurt crooked his fingers, fingers brushing against Blaine's prostate. Blaine's head fell back against the floor again.

Kurt added a third finger, hitting Blaine's prostate rhythmically with each thrust of his hand.

Blaine writhed on the floor, "Fuck me."

"Lube," Kurt reminded, bringing his mouth down to Blaine's nipple as he continued to move his fingers, "Upstairs."

Kurt sucked hard on Blaine's nipple, grazing his teeth over it, eliciting a high pitch keen from Blaine.

"Don't need it. Kurt," Blaine pleaded, but Kurt shook his head and removed his fingers from Blaine's hole.

"Fine!" Blaine growled, sitting up quickly, almost knocking his boyfriend backwards. He bent down and took Kurt's length into his mouth, sucking hard.

Kurt gasped in surprise, one hand gripping tightly at Blaine's shoulder.

Blaine pulled back from Kurt's now spit slicked cock. Kurt watched Blaine hungrily, pupils blown wide as Blaine's tongue darted out, licking at his wet lips.

"I forgot," Kurt panted, "I forgot we can do that."

"For a second, so did I," Blaine replied huskily.

Kurt lunged forward and crushed their lips together, pushing Blaine back against the floor, lifting his boyfriend's legs up onto his shoulders. Kurt leant forward, unbelievably happy that Blaine's football had helped with his flexibility, pushing Blaine's thighs so they were trapped between their chests, and capturing his lips in a searing kiss.

Without warning, Kurt lined his cock up with Blaine's hole, and thrust into him, bottoming out. Blaine broke away from the kiss, gasping in both equal parts pleasure and pain.

Kurt quickly pulled out, leaving Blaine empty, before once again slamming into his boyfriend. Blaine screamed, digging his fingers into Kurt's tense thighs, the thighs that were supporting Blaine's lower back, lifting him off the ground.

"Harder baby, harder!"

Kurt grabbed Blaine's hips to hold him steady, before relentlessly fucking into his boyfriend.

"Yes baby," Kurt grunted, voice impossibly low and ragged, "So fucking tight. Fuck you're perfect!"

With every thrust Kurt hit Blaine's prostate, sending tremors up his spine; they both know they won't last long. "Baby," Blaine whimpered, nails digging into Kurt, "Close... So close."

Kurt pushed forward and plunged his tongue into Blaine's mouth, the stretch that it caused on Blaine's hole felt unbelievable.

The head of Kurt's cock stayed on Blaine's prostate, continuously bumping and stroking it as Kurt swallowed each and every one of Blaine's whimpers and moans.

Soon, both boys were screaming each other's names. Blaine shooting white streams across Kurt's sweaty chest, Kurt coming deep inside Blaine, filling him. Kurt kissed the inside of Blaine's thigh as he rocked them through their orgasms, still hitting Blaine's prostate, causing Blaine's body to spasm periodically with pleasure.

When they had both calmed down from their violent orgasms, Kurt pulled out slowly, kissing lazily down Blaine's stomach, before collapsing next to him on the floor.

Kurt hand blindly reached for Blaine's hand, entwining their fingers together.

"I love you," Blaine murmured, stifling a yawn.

Kurt smiled fondly, "I love you too."

They lay there for a few moments, on the cold, wooden floor of the Anderson home, regaining their breath, before Kurt rolled over and stood up, pulling Blaine with him.

"Bedtime," he said simply, wrapping his arm around Blaine's waist.

Kurt led Blaine up the stairs, disregarding the clothes strewn throughout the hall; they'd be able to clean up before Blaine's parents returned tomorrow afternoon.

He opened the door to Blaine's room, ushering the tired boy through, before closing it gently behind him.

Sitting Blaine on the bed, Kurt switched on the bedside lamp, before making his way into Blaine's bathroom, and wetting a towel with warm water. He cleaned himself off first, rinsed the towel, and then went back to his boyfriend.

He cleaned off Blaine's stomach and chest, kissing him gently, and pushing him back against the bed, dropping the damp towel on the floor. Kurt pulled back the covers, flicked the light off, and climbed in behind Blaine, wrapping and arm around his waist and pulling him flush against his chest.

"I love you," Kurt kissed Blaine's neck, trailing his hand over his side soothingly.

"Love you too," Blaine replied, words slurring slightly as he drifted off into sleep, feeling completely at ease with the man he loved holding him tightly.

Kurt loved watching Blaine sleep, as Edward Cullen-esque as that sounded, it was something he loved to do, creepiness be damned. Blaine looked so innocent, so young. His face was completely relaxed, lips parted slightly as he pulled in shallow breaths. His curls were adorably disheveled, and Kurt couldn't help but card his fingers through them gently, twirling them between his fingertips.

Blaine sighed happily, snuggling closer to Kurt as his eyes opened.

"How do you feel?" Kurt asked quietly, grinning as Blaine's blinked slowly at him.

Blaine curled impossibly closer to him in response.

Kurt continued silently tugging his hands through Blaine's hair as Blaine slowly became more aware of his surroundings.

"What's the time?" He croaked eventually, trying to shield his morning breath from Kurt.

Kurt propped himself up on his elbow and looked past Blaine, towards his bedside clock. "Eleven."

Blaine hummed in acknowledgement, saying regretfully, "We should get up."

Kurt whined in protest, dropping back against the bed.

"C'mon babe," Blaine said, sitting up, "You've got Glee in an hour, and you can't bail. Rachel will castrate you, and that's one piece of your anatomy that I don't want to lose."

Kurt snorted delicately into the pillow as Blaine hauled himself out of bed, and began limping slightly towards the bathroom.

Kurt heard the shower turn on, and considered joining Blaine, but decided against it, knowing that they didn't have time for that kind of distraction.

With a groan, he shoved back the covers, goose bumps appearing all over his body as the cold air assaulted him, and forced himself out of bed.

Kurt wrapped a towel around his waist, wanting to cover up incase he passed any open windows, and shuffled down stairs, picking up random items of clothing as he went, Blaine's tie, his right shoe, a sock. Eventually, after double checking the room, Kurt decided that he had everything, and that Blaine's parents would never find out about their inappropriate floor sex.

As Kurt reentered the room, dumping the armful of clothes on Blaine's bed, he spotted Blaine in his closet, riffling through the draws.

Blaine paused and turned around to face Kurt, a deep purple v-neck and a pair of black skinny jeans in his hands, "What do you think babe?" he asked, holding up his choice of clothes for Kurt to see, "Do you think I'll look hot enough to distract you while you're singing?"

"You don't actually have to come," Kurt pointed out, ignoring Blaine's comment as he vanished into the bathroom.

"I want to," Blaine replied loudly, hearing the shower head start.

Blaine un-wrapped the towel from his waist and quickly dried the still damp parts of his body. He threw the dirty towel towards the bathroom door and he started digging around his draw in search of a clean pair of underwear.

Blaine was surprised when the shower turned off, Kurt usually took at least ten minutes washing himself.

Blaine pulled on a pair of briefs, quickly followed by his jeans, when he heard a dull buzzing noise coming from his bed. He wondered over to the pile of clothes curiously, padding through them, looking for either his, or Kurt's, phone.

His fingers bumped something hard, and he picked up Kurt's jacket, stuffing his hand in the breast pocket and pulling out Kurt's iPhone.

'3 New Messages.'

Blaine unlocked Kurt's phone, feeling only the slightest twinge of guilt, and saw one message from Mercedes, and two from Alex.

Growling in annoyance, Blaine tapped into his boyfriend's inbox and began to read. Kurt excited the bathroom, humming quietly to himself as he secured a towel around his waist.

"Blaine?"

Blaine was facing away from him, standing over the small bundle of dirty clothes, half dressed. Kurt, confused, padded towards Blaine, touching his back gently to get his attention.

Blaine spun to face Kurt, stepping away simultaneously, out of Kurt's reach.

"What's wrong?" Kurt frowned.

"This went off," Blaine waved Kurt's phone in the air, "when you were in the shower. You have a few new messages."

"Your point?" Kurt asked, still confused by Blaine's reaction.

"My point is," Blaine said, trying to not get worked up, "Alex is sending you these fucked up love letters, like he has the fucking right to," Blaine finished, lip curling involuntarily.

"Blaine, what? I don't know-"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," Blaine interrupted. He waved the phone toward Kurt again, "There are more of them, Kurt, lotsmore," Blaine exclaimed, his voice cracked and eyes started to water. "I saw the one that you got in the choir room but there are more recent ones! How many did he send you yesterday?" Blaine demanded, scrubbing furiously at his eyes, "How may Kurt? How many times did you talk to him yesterday when you wouldn't talk to me?"

"Baby, I didn't talk to you yesterday because I wanted everything to be a surprise. I can't help it if he sends them! I've asked him not too! But he's relentless!" Kurt exclaimed, a little hysterical. "I've told him to stop! I've told him that we should just be friends, but he thinks I'm single! And he won't stop!"

"Kurt," Blaine said, suddenly sounding tired and sad, "I know he likes you and you… may have some kind of feelings towards him. I get it. But I just can't put up with his shit."

"I know baby, I'm sorry, " Kurt said quietly, advancing on Blaine and pulling him into a hug. "Please don't let him ruin our perfect weekend," he whispered, half begging.

They gripped each other tightly for a few minutes, the outside world dissolving around them. In that moment, Alex didn't matter, their 'bullying' situation didn't matter, they simply held each other.

"I just feel like I'm going to lose you," Blaine admitted, whimpering slightly.

"That'll never happen," Kurt promised, "I will always be with you, for as long as you want me."

"I'll always want you... Forever," Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear.

Kurt smiled, pulling back to kiss Blaine chastely on the lips. Blaine's lips mirrored Kurt, the ends of them pulling up into a grin.

"Babe," Blaine said, tugging Kurt towards the closet, "It's quarter to twelve, you need to get changed."

"Shit," Kurt cursed, dropping his towel and hurrying into Blaine's walk in, pulling out a pair of jeans. Kurt always had clothes at Blaine's house, just like Blaine kept a couple of sets at Kurt's.

Kurt pulled on his grey, skintight jeans, not bothering with underwear, and flicked through Blaine's shirts, finding a short sleeved, blue button-up.

Blaine pulled his own shirt over his head, and made his way to the bathroom, grabbing a comb and attempting to tame his curls. Blaine's eyes widened at his reflection. His shirt was cut low, low enough that it showed of the hickie on his collarbone, and the one behind his ear was in plain sight when he turned his head to the right.

Kurt entered, pulling Blaine's attention away from his own reflection, towards himself. Kurt pulled out a hair dryer and began blow-drying his locks, spiking them up in the way Blaine loved.

Kurt's jeans were impossibly tight, each curve and muscle of his long, lean legs accentuated by the tight denim, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. His trademark, white Doc Martens, covered his feet. His shirt was tight, the sleeves straining gently against his biceps each time Kurt raised his arms above his shoulders. Kurt had left the top three buttons open, and two of his more careless hickies were in plain sight, one on his pulse point, and the other in the middle left of his neck.

Kurt's friends were going to have a blast when that saw.

Blaine blanched. How was he expected to just sit and watch Kurt perform, watch him dance, when he was wearing something like that. When Blaine knew that Kurt had nothing on underneath those painted on jeans.

"How do I look?" Kurt teased, turning off the hairdryer and twirling around on the toes of his boots.

Blaine pulled Kurt to him instantly, crushing their lips together in a heated kiss.

"Blaine," Kurt gasped as they broke away, "We need to leave." He panted as Blaine nipped at his exposed throat.

Blaine chuckled darkly, "You cannot show this much skin and expect me not to take advantage of it. You cannot wear these," Blaine ran his hand up the side of Kurt's thigh, resting it on the bulge of his ass and squeezing, "Deliciously tight jeans and not expect me to think about my cock plunging repeatedly into that deliciously tight ass," Blaine growled.

"You cannot expect me to refrain myself around you," Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear, sucking the lope into his mouth and massaging it with his tongue, "But, my love, we have to go," Blaine said, pulling away completely, clapping his hands together, "Chop, chop!"

"I... What?" Kurt's voice squeaked and he shifted uncomfortably as his erection strained against his denim-clad crotch, but Blaine had already disappeared out the door.

Kurt stared at the empty doorway for a few moments before his brain caught up with what was happening.

"Fucking tease!" Kurt growled, scooping up his phone and following after Blaine.

"C'mon!" Blaine whined, playing with the buttons on his coat as they walked up the street to Rachel's house, "You know you can't stay mad at me forever," Blaine said with a silly grin.

"I can sure try," Kurt replied, grinning back mockingly.

They reached Rachel's driveway, Kurt recognizing many of the cars. "Looks like we're the last ones to arrive," he said, checking the time on his phone, 12:13. Oh.

"Please, please, please forgive me, I promise to never tease you and not suck you off ever again! Please!" Blaine said, jumping up and down on the spot like a child, completely ignoring Kurt's last comment.

Kurt bit the inside of his cheek, trying to keep the smile off his face, "No."

Blaine frowned, his face lighting up moments later as he decided on a new tactic.

Blaine stepped closer to Kurt, "Please," he whispered hotly in Kurt's ear.

Kurt shivered at the feeling of Blaine's searing breath over his icy skin, before narrowing his eyes determinedly.

He pulled Blaine into a deep kiss, slotting his thigh in between Blaine's legs and rubbing against him.

Blaine moaned into Kurt's mouth, his arms encircling Kurt's neck as Kurt's hands gripped his waist tightly. One second Kurt was there. The next, he was gone. Blaine opened his eyes and tilted his head in confusion.

Kurt smirked, at Blaine from where he was standing a few feet away and clapped his hands together, "Chop chop!"

Blaine's face slipped into a pout.

Kurt turned away and walked the last few meters to Rachel's front porch, his laughter filling the street.

"Go fuck yourself," Blaine called loudly.

"I'd rather fuck you," Kurt called back, still laughing into the cold winters air.

Blaine let out a bark of his own laughter, and bounded up the few step to Kurt's side, linking their fingers together and knocking on the door.

"Run," Kurt said, half seriously, half jokingly, "Escape while you still can."

"Never," Blaine replied simply, squeezing Kurt's hand tightly as they heard the approaching footsteps on the other side of the door.

"Too late now," Kurt said as the door flung open.