"Blaine! Kurt! Welcome to my home," Rachel greeted them as soon as the door swung open.

"Thanks Rach," Kurt muttered as he and Blaine entered the stylish house.

"I am so glad that you have arrived, I will ignore the fact that you are fifteen minutes late to the emergency meeting that we have had to call for you, please make yourself comfortable," she said with an enormous smile.

Kurt and Blaine shuffled through the door holding hands; they stood in the foyer that opens straight into a living room which is filled with of photos of Rachel and her dads'. Looking around Kurt can see that over to the left is a staircase, that he recognises, as the one that goes to Rachel's basement, and on his right he can see a kitchen and dining room which is filled with the New Directions.

"Hi everybody!" Kurt called and waved a hand in greeting, as the New Directions chorused their welcome waving and smiling at both Kurt and Blaine.

"May I take your coats?" Rachel asked holding her arm out.

"Give it up already," Santana called from the kitchen bench, that Brittany is currently sitting on, "we all know that you're pissed at them."

"Brittany!" Rachel snapped, "What have I told you about sitting on things that aren't chairs?"

Brittany just gave her a blank look as she hopped down and stood next to Santana who was shooting daggers at Rachel.

"So as I said," Rachel continued, once again extending her arm, "may I take your coats?"

"Umm, sure... I guess," Blaine said looking slightly uncomfortable as he and Kurt both reached out and handed over their coats to Rachel.

"Oh my god!" she gasped dropping their jackets and covering her mouth with her hands.

"What?" Kurt asked looking startled, moving even closer to Blaine.

"Rachel, what's wrong?" Finn asked coming to her side immediately, followed by the rest of the glee club.

"Their hands," she whispered, pointing at Kurt and Blaine.

Blaine who now has his hand wrapped protectively around Kurt waist stared at her in confusion, "what's wrong with our hands?"

"Rings," she said whispering again.

"What?" Mercedes asked, pushing her way to the front of the small crowd surrounding the boys.

"Oh is that all?" Kurt asked laughing, as Blaine smiled and shook his head in disbelief.

Rachel finally uncovered her hands from her mouth and she stared at the boys aghast, "what do you mean 'is that all?' Kurt, correct me if I'm wrong but you two are wearing promise rings," she said which was followed by the glee clubs small drawn out 'oh'.

"Yes, we are wearing promise rings," Kurt said with a smile at Blaine. There was a small 'awe' released by Mercedes, Quinn and surprisingly Puck.

"What?" Puck said when he noticed Mike and Tina giving him a strange look, "They're cute together," he said defensively.

"When did this happen?" Finn asked, raising an eyebrow as he changed the subject.

"Last night," Kurt said kissing Blaine on the neck, nuzzling one of the clearly visible hickies.

"Wanky," Santana said with a smile.

"I bet that's not all you did last night Hummel," Puck smirked from where he was now moving away from Tina and Mike, and joining Quinn.

Blaine blushed slightly and kept his head down, not used to having friends that actually acknowledge his sex life.

"You're right Noah, I did so much more," Kurt said nibbling Blaine's ear.

Mercedes and Quinn gave a tiny snort of laughter and an approving smile.

"Wait, what did you do?" Finn asked, completely oblivious to what was being said.

"Let's just say, you're lucky Anderson can't get pregnant otherwise you'd be an uncle in nine months," Santana said and the rest of the glee club tried to stifle their laughter at Finn's confused expression.

"I don't get- oh wait! Oh! I don't want to know," Finn said blocking his ears and closing his eyes shut.

"Oh get over it Finn, it's not as though you and Rachel haven't done the deed," Sam said.

Rachel ducked her head looking at ground as Finn opened his eyes and cleared his throat awkwardly, "We need to practice."

"You and Rachel need practice?"

"What? No- I mean… umm, singing, we need to practice for Sectionals," Finn explained his face a bright crimson.

Quinn, Mercedes and Tina bowed their heads in a whispered discussion as Sam and Puck gave Finn a sad look.

"Wait hold up y'all," Artie said, from where he was sitting next to Mike, "Are you saying that you and Rachel haven't had se-"

"It's none of your business," Rachel snapped and everyone fell silent.

"Okay well this just got awkward," Sam said shuffling his feet like everyone else, "I vote we go practice."

"I second that," Finn said quickly and headed down to the basement, but he missed the first step and slipped down onto his knees, letting out a very feminine squeak, he grasped the railing like his life depended on it and hauled himself up so he could hurry downstairs away from the shrill laughter of his friends.

Kurt couldn't control himself, he knew he shouldn't be laughing at Finn but he couldn't help it as he threw his head back and cackled at Finn's flushed face, along with the rest of the club…except Rachel. Blaine too couldn't help but join in, until he heard a low whistle from Puck.

"Wow, impressive Anderson."

"What?" Blaine asked the boy, clutching at his sides.

"I see Hummel's not the only one who has an issue with keeping his hickies hidden," Puck said nodding to the now clearly visible red marks on Kurt throat. Blaine straightened up and was about to explain but Puck simply shook his head with a smile and trailed after Finn down into the basement.

The rest of the club followed Puck's example and they too, headed down into the basement until it was only Kurt, Blaine and Santana left upstairs.

"Listen I need to talk to you two," she said in a hushed voice glancing at the basement stairs where Brittany had just disappeared, "I got your fake ID's," she whispered reaching into her jacket pocket pulling out two plastic cards, handing one each to the boys.

"Hector Del Rio?" Kurt said sceptically, reading the name on his card, "This looks nothing like me," he said incredulously to Santana.

"Yeah Santana I have to admit that these are pretty dodgy, I mean there is no way, I could pass for a thirty-four year old man," Blaine said.

"Well, it's the best I could do," she snapped quietly, "but you promised you would go," she said, a hint of doubt in her eyes, "is that still the case?" she asked.

"Of course we still go with you and Britt," Kurt said reassuringly, "I guess it's just that we are worried about getting in… we've never done anything like this before."

"And you have been together how long?" she asked rhetorically in disbelief, "trust me, two hot gay guys, as fuckable as the two of you are… they'll definitely let you in," she said grinning.

"Umm… thanks? I guess," Blaine mumbled, turning the card nervously in his hands.

"It's a compliment," Santana assured him, nodding her head slightly as her eyes roamed across Blaine's body, not hungrily, more appreciative than anything else, "Anyways, you better get downstairs before Berry tears you a new one," she said flipping her pony tail and bouncing down to the basement.

"How the hell will this work?" Blaine asked holding up the fake licence next to his face, "He is thirty-four, he has side burns and a beard, there is no way I'm getting in," he said taking Kurt's hand leading him to the basement.

"Blaine, if Hector Del Rio," Kurt said reading the name on his own fake ID for verification, "can get into Queens and Queers, than you my little, sexy, man can definitely get in."

Blaine turned his head to the side and groaned into Kurt's shoulder, "How many times do I have to ask you to, not call me little?"

"At least once more, as always," Kurt said smiling as they walked down the stairs and into the basement.

Reaching the bottom they could see Rachel in front of a stage with the glee club crowded around her listening to what she was saying.

"Okay everyone," Rachel said clapping her hands together, "As you can see we have my stage," she pointed to the raised platform behind her, "we have my dads' bar, our family piano, over in that corner are chairs and lounges that you may use for resting when you are allocated your twenty minute break session, and we also have an assortment of sheet music, blank paper and rhyming dictionaries if anybody feels like exploring their inner song writing artist," she explained to everyone.

"Yeah, whatever," Santana said, "Let's just get this over with."

"Fine," Rachel huffed, stepping up onto the stage, "Kurt? Would you and the girls please join me? Blaine just take a seat on one of the bar stools," she instructed, "Finn I'm going to leave you in charge of the boys," she said looking at her boyfriend who nodded in understanding.

"Okay boys, let's work on our choreography for the group number," he said motioning for them to follow him to the open space near the stairs, "we need to make it sharper, it's looking really sloppy."

"Babe, you can go if you want," Kurt said seriously to Blaine.

"And miss the chance to see you wiggle your ass in these jeans?" Blaine asked, "Never."

Kurt beamed at him and gave him a firm kiss on the lips before walking up to the stage to join the girls.

Blaine made his way to one of the bar stools and swivelled in it so he could watch Kurt and the girls on the stage. A whole afternoon of watching Kurt dance in those pants? Great, Blaine thought to himself as he crossed his legs in what he hoped was a casual looking way.

"So tell me, are you nervous?" Blaine breathed as Kurt sucked his neck, creating another perfectly visible hickey.

At the present moment they are still in Rachel's basement, the others had decided to walk down the road to McDonald's for lunch but Kurt had denied their invitation by saying "all that fat is going straight to your asses," and taking Blaine's hand, leading them to the soft couch in the corner of the room.

As soon as the last member had walked up the stairs, Kurt straddle Blaine's waist and began his assault on his boyfriend's neck.

"No," Kurt said answering Blaine a little too quickly.

"You can tell me," Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear, making the other boy shiver, "honestly you can."

Kurt pulled back and pressed a soft kiss to Blaine's lips, "it's not that I'm nervous..." Kurt said trailing off.

"But?" Blaine prompted.

"I'm just worried I'll mess up," Kurt said hanging his head, "this is the first time I've had a big solo like this."

"I know," Blaine said, "but I also know that you have the most beautiful voice in the whole entire world and you'll be amazing."

"You think?" Kurt asked doubtfully.

Blaine laughed softly and pulled Kurt into his arms pressing his face into Kurt's hair, "Kurt you're amazing," Blaine said simply, rubbing circles on his boyfriends back.

"So are you," Kurt whispered back, "and I love your voice, I wish you could join glee club," Kurt said disappointedly.

"So do I."

"Wait, what?" Kurt asked sitting up.

"I said I wish I could be in glee club, I love to sing and perform and I could be with you so much more," Blaine explained.

"Then join," Kurt said excitedly, "I know you've always said if you could join, you would but I never knew you wanted too," Kurt said happily, "this is great."

Kurt's excitement was very short lived when Blaine burst out into laughter, "what's so funny?" Kurt asked a slight edge in his voice, his lips turning down into a frown.

"Baby, we've been through this so many times before, I can't join glee club," he said gently.

"Why not? Things aren't like they used to be, Finn and Puck are in the club and they play football-"

"Yeah but they used to get slushied for it," Blaine said interrupting.

"You're worried about some crushed ice and corn syrup?" Kurt asked incredulously.

"No," Blaine said sighing and dragging a hand through his curls, "I'm worried about losing my rep and then losing you."

"You won't lose your reputation," Kurt insisted.

"Yes I will!" Blaine said his voice getting louder.

"But things are different!"

"Kurt. I. Can't. Join. Glee Club."

"But Finn and Puck-"

"For fuck sake Kurt! I'm not Finn okay? And I'm definitely not Puck-"

"Why are you getting so angry I'm just saying that if you really wanted to join, then you could!" Kurt yelled, sitting back onto Blaine's thighs

"No I can't! I'm Blaine Fucking Anderson, Kurt."

"I know who your are-"

"No you don't understand!" Blaine shouted.

"Well then explain it!"

"I'm Blaine Anderson," Blaine growled, "I'm the wide receiver for the McKinley High Titans, I don't sing, I don't dance, I hate fags," Blaine said spitting his words out, "I love to fuck girls, I only associate with other footballers, I have a 'best friend' called David Karofsky, and I hate thatfag Kurt Hummel!" Blaine hissed with such venom in his words it made Kurt's blood run cold, "Blaine Anderson hates fags, but he is one himself, isn't that a coincidence?" Blaine asked sarcastically, "do you know what they would do to us if they found out?" Blaine asked, "Because the amazing Blaine Anderson can't associate with the nerds in glee club, he can't like to sing, or preform! The amazing Blaine Anderson can't like fags, he can't be a cock-sucker, he can't like taking it up the ass! He can't!"

Kurt didn't know what to say, he sat frozen on Blaine's lap, too scared to move or say anything. He knew bringing the subject up again was a bad idea, but for a second he had seriously thought that maybe Blaine would possibly consider joining because of how things have changed... Apparently not.

"I'm sorry," Kurt blurted out still in shock.

Blaine groaned in frustration, "I don't want you to be sorry; you don't have to be sorry. I just want things to be... I don't know... I want them to be different," he said ducking his head.

"So do I," Kurt said, still sitting on Blaine's lap, still scared to move.

An uncomfortable silence followed Kurt's words, for a few moments they just sat quietly processing what had just happened.

"I'm sorry," Blaine said eventually, "I didn't mean to snap and be so aggressive, it's just that this whole situation pisses me off so much," He said looking up into Kurt's blue eyes, "I mean- I love to sing and I want to join glee club, I want to walk hand-in-hand with you down the halls of our school, I want to say to everyone 'hey, look there goes my boyfriend, he is so amazing,' but I can't and if I do then we will be in a living hell," Blaine practically growled.

Seeing the look of hurt and almost desperation on Blaine's face Kurt leaned forward and gently pressed their lips together in a soft chaste kiss.

"Just relax," Kurt breathed softly taking Blaine's face into his hands, "I shouldn't have brought it up," Kurt said pressing their foreheads together.

"I shouldn't have snapped," Blaine whispered, closing his eyes, he was just about to wrap his arms around Kurt's waist and pull him closer but Kurt wriggled out of his lap.

"What's wrong?" Blaine asked looking worried that he might not be completely forgiven.

"Come on," Kurt said reaching out a hand to Blaine and pulling him up.

"Where are we going?"

"Just trust me," Kurt said with a smile and led Blaine to the far side of the room.

Tucked away in the corner next to the stage is a small baby grand piano, its surface is covered with a very light layer if dust, showing that it's been a while since anyone has been down to play it.

"Sit," Kurt said, pushing a confused Blaine down onto the small stool, "play."

"What?" Blaine said still confused.

"Play, I know you can- I am probably the only person in the school that knows you can play the piano, so play, sing, perform, do what youwant to do," Kurt said running a hand through his boyfriend's curls, "you've got an audience," he said pointing at himself as he walked to the bar and dragged over a stool to sit on, "Now just let all your emotions, all your thoughts, all your fears, all your- your everything... Let it all fall away," Kurt said softly.

Blaine stared at his boyfriend in amazement, how did Kurt always know the right thing to say? How is he so perfect?

"I-"

"No don't speak," Kurt said, "sing."

Sing? Blaine thought, how do I possibly sing a song that expresses my everything? What is my everything?

Slowly Blaine turned his body on the stool to face the front of the piano, he closed his eyes and ran his fingers over the dusty keys… his everything? Well that can only be one thing.

Taking a deep breath Blaine kept his eyes closed and began to play the opening tune of a familiar song.

"You think I'm pretty without any make-up on
You think I'm funny when I tell the punch line wrong
I know you get me, so I let my walls come down, down

Before you met me, I was a wreck
But things were kinda heavy, you brought me to life
Now every February you'll be my valentine, valentine

Let's go all the way tonight
No regrets, just love
We can dance until we die
You and I, we'll be young forever

You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream
The way you turn me on, I can't sleep
Let's runaway and don't ever look back
Don't ever look back

My heart stops when you look at me
Just one touch, now baby I believe
This is real, so take a chance
And don't ever look back, don't ever look back."

It was slower than the original version but Blaine's voice was so strong and sure that it made Kurt's eyes water just listening to him.

We drove to Cali and got drunk on the beach
Got a motel and built a floor out of sheets
I finally found you, my missing puzzle piece
I'm complete

Let's go all the way tonight
No regrets, just love
We can dance until we die
You and I, we'll be young forever

Blaine opened his eyes and turned to face Kurt, the music never faltering his voice never losing its beauty, as he looked directly into Kurt's eyes and sang to him.

You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream
The way you turn me on, I can't sleep
Let's runaway and don't ever look back
Don't ever look back

My heart stops when you look at me
Just one touch, now baby I believe
This is real, so take a chance
And don't ever look back, don't ever look back

For the rest of the song their eyes stayed locked, not once did they look away, not once did the song break and not once did Kurt stop the tears from falling down his cheeks.

I'ma get your heart racing in my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight
Let you put your hands on me in my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight

You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream
The way you turn me on, I can't sleep
Let's runaway and don't ever look back
Don't ever look back

My heart stops when you look at me
Just one touch, now baby I believe
This is real, so take a chance
And don't ever look back, don't ever look back

I'ma get your heart racing in my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight
Let you put your hands on me in my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight.

Blaine finished the song and turned on the stool, reaching out his hands pulling Kurt onto his lap.

"Why did you sing that?" Kurt asked, whispering into Blaine's ear as they hugged each other tightly.

"Because you said for me to sing about my everything and you are my everything... You're my teenage dream," Blaine admitted quietly and Kurt smiled against his neck.

"You're mine too," Kurt said sitting back.

"Mom? Dad? We're back!" Blaine called as he pulled Kurt through his door.

"Maybe they're not home yet," Kurt said distractedly, typing one handily on his phone.

"They are, their car was in the garage," Blaine said, "Mom? Dad?"

"Yep," Kurt said still distracted.

"You know what Kurt maybe I will just strip off all my clothes and run naked through the school, does that sound good?" Blaine asked sarcastically.

"School's good," Kurt mumbled.

"Who are you texting anyways?" Blaine asked, but Kurt didn't respond.

Blaine groaned in frustration, he dropped Kurt's hand and quickly snatched the phone out of his distracted boyfriends grip.

"Hey!" Kurt snapped.

"Finally, I've got your attention," Blaine said holding the phone away from Kurt.

"Blaine, you can't keep taking my phone," Kurt said seriously, "you do it all the time, and just because I'm texting someone else doesn't mean I'm cheating on you, okay?" Kurt said lunging for his phone.

"What?" Blaine said ducking under Kurt's arm, "you're saying you don't want me touching your stuff?"

"No, I'm saying I don't want you to constantly go through my phone and read all of my messages," Kurt said catching Blaine's arm and pulling him closer, "it's an invasion of my privacy… and there's no need for you to check anything," Kurt said moving in even closer, "I'm not going anywhere so you have nothing to worry about," he said softly tilting his head down to capture Blaine's lips in a kiss.

"Sorry," Blaine breathed, "I just… want to make sure- but I know I'm being an idiot… sorry," he said pecking Kurt on the jaw.

"Does this mean you're going to give me my phone back?"

"Yeah sure... Not!" Blaine said mischievously as he swiftly walked backwards holding the phone out above his and Kurt's head

"Give it back," Kurt whined, and he chased after Blaine, but their legs tangled together and Blaine's foot tripped over Kurt's causing him to fall on his ass pulling Kurt down with him.

"Oww," Blaine whined rubbing his behind, as Kurt straddled his legs.

"That'll teach you to not take my phone," Kurt said smirking as he grabbed his mobile from Blaine's weak grasp.

"No it won't, you need to punish me properly, I've been a bad boy," Blaine said seductively with an over exaggerated wink.

Kurt snorted softly but took pity on his boyfriend and pressed their mouths together in a firm kiss, "happy?" he questioned.

"Very," Blaine murmured around Kurt's lips, leaning back against the floor so Kurt was lying on top of his body, pressing Blaine into the hard wooden boards.

"Is it me or does this remind you of something?" Blaine asked, gasping slightly as Kurt slowly rocked his hips down.

"Well," Kurt said innocently, "it does remind me of last night… when I fucked you so hard into the floor that-"

"Well isn't that awkward to walk in on," a voice interrupted Kurt's words.

"Mom! Dad!" Blaine gasped sitting up suddenly.

"Shit," Kurt hissed quietly as he and Blaine scrambled up into a standing position, their cheeks flushing redder than they already were.

"Hi honey," Annabelle said sweetly, "we heard you calling out to us before but we were upstairs unpacking and we just assumed that you and Kurt would come looking for us but you… obviously got distracted," she said winking.

"Kill me," Blaine muttered as he buried his face into Kurt's shoulder.

"Annabelle, Paul," Kurt said seriously to Blaine's parents, "I am so sorry for what I just said and for what just happened- I mean I love Blaine and we… sometimes we get distracted and i… sorry-"

"Don't be silly son," Paul said, "Everybody should have… um a little fun now and then," he said smiling and putting an arm around his wife's waist.

"Yes!" Mrs Anderson said happily, "speaking of fun, Kurt honey, have you gotten everything ready for next week?" she asked.

"Yes ma'am," he said nodding as Blaine kissed his neck gently before looking up at his parents.

"That's good sweetie, now if you need anything you'll tell me won't you?" Kurt nodded his head, "Good, but Paul and I are extremely busy this week so if you have any problems or questions, ask Blaine and he will let us know, okay?" Kurt nodded his head again and Annabelle beamed at him, "wonderful."

"Can you believe it?" Blaine asked softly, "this time next week we will be in Paris," he said gently, stroking a thumb over Kurt's cheek.

"I can't wait," Kurt said placing his hands on Blaine's hips, looking into his boyfriend's eyes, as Blaine's thumb travelled the length of his jaw.

"It's going to be amazing-"

"What is that?" Annabelle asked suddenly shattering the boys' moment.

"What's what?" Blaine asked.

"Are those… engagement rings?" she asked incredulously, looking between Blaine's hand on Kurt's cheek and Kurt's hand on Blaine's waist, "they are, aren't they? How could you not tell me? I am your mother Blaine! And I am Kurt's future mother-in-law, and you don't even think to let me-"

"Honey relax," Paul interjected quickly, reading his son's stunned face, "I think that they are just… promise rings?" he asked uncertainty, looking at Kurt for confirmation.

"Yes," Kurt said nodding his head with Blaine, "they are promise rings, we aren't getting engaged- were still in high school," Kurt laughed.

"Oh thank goodness," Annabelle said clutching her chest gently, "I was worried for a second, that you had decided to get married without telling us but, I am so happy for you two," she said smiling.

"And people wonder why Blaine is so dramatic, it's obvious where he gets it from," Paul said earning him an elbow to the ribs from his wife, "but yes I agree with Annabelle, we are very happy," he said smiling.

"They're just promise rings," Kurt said shrugging a shoulder.

"Kurt honey they are so much more than 'just promise rings'," Annabelle said softly.

Kurt didn't reply instead he let his boyfriend kiss his cheek and snuggle into his side. They were about to head into the lounge room when Kurt's phone rang.

"Hello?" Kurt asked into the receiver, "oh hi dad, yeah I was texting you back but Blaine grabbed my phone," Kurt said smacking Blaine's arm lightly, which caused Blaine to return the favour by smacking Kurt's ass.

"Stop that!" Kurt hissed, "no not you dad- yes I will be home soon… okay… yes… okay I will… okay bye dad… love you," Kurt said, and he waited for his dad's reply before ending the call.

"You have to leave don't you," Blaine said, it wasn't even a question.

"Yeah, I'm sorry," Kurt said quietly, leaning in to kiss his cheek, and then turning to face his boyfriend's parents, "Annabelle, Paul, thank you for letting us have the house to ourselves for the night," he said sincerely.

"Not a problem sweetheart," Annabelle said rushing forward to give him a hug.

"Good luck for tomorrow, we know you'll do well," Paul said as he and Kurt shook hands.

"Thank you," Kurt said and he let Blaine lead him the short distance to the door.

"Call me tonight?" Kurt asked when they were outside on the foot path.

"Of course," Blaine replied tucking a stray strand of Kurt's hair behind his ear.

"I'll remind you later but don't forget that the bus leaves at ten okay?"

"Oh yeah... About that," Blaine said awkwardly.

"What?"

"I can't catch the bus with you."

Blaine cast his eyes to the ground as Kurt's brow frowned in confusion.

"Why not?" he asked standing up straighter, "glee club knows about us now, they'll let you in the bus," Kurt explained.

"No it's not that, I have to go talk to Coach Beast in the morning because I missed practice on Friday," Blaine said softly.

"So you're choosing football over me?"

"What? No I'm going to be there, but I just have to talk to Beastie and then i will drive my car to the venue, I'll still be on time," Blaine said earnestly.

"Okay," Kurt said tersely, obviously upset.

"What's wrong?" Blaine asked cupping Kurt's cheek, but dropping his hand when Kurt didn't lean into the touch.

"This is the first time we can actually go to Sectionals together and you don't want to," Kurt said.

"Don't be like that; you know that I can't-"

"It seems like you can't do a lot of things these day," Kurt cut in, "well it doesn't matter I'll just call you tonig-"

"What happened to us having a perfect weekend?" Blaine asked annoyed.

"Well I guess I can't manage that," Kurt snapped, he spun on his heel and stormed away.

"Kurt!" Blaine called but he was already in his car driving away.

When Kurt had left the Andersons' driveway, Blaine turned and walked back to his house dragging his feet slightly, scuffing the toes of his shoes.

"What's wrong honey?" his mom asked when he flopped down on the couch next to her as she watched some evening sitcom.

"Nothing," Blaine mumbled, stealing a few pieces of her popcorn from the bowl on her lap and crunching them slowly.

"Is everything okay between you and Kurt?" she asked putting her show on mute.

"Yeah everything is… fine," Blaine said slowly.

"Just fine?"

"We…we keep fighting," Blaine admitted softly plucking at a loose thread on their expensive sofa.

"Stop that," his mother said, lightly smacking his hands away, "what do you mean you, you keep fighting?" she asked.

"It's just that, lately we always seem to be arguing about something and it worries me- I mean I want something like you and dad have, younever fight and you seem so in love, but me and Kurt we don't seem to be like that anymore-" Blaine's rambling was cut off by his mother tinkling laughter.

"Oh honey," she gasped, "you think your father and I don't fight? That's silly," she said laughing some more, "every couple fights, it's how you know you have a healthy relationship, and as for you and Kurt 'not looking like you're in love'? I get a toothache whenever I see the two of you together," she said placing a gentle hand on Blaine's shoulder, "you and Kurt are so in love Blaine, you may think it looks like you're fighting but honey… it is almost sickening how sweet the two of you are around one another," she said lightly.

"Really?" Blaine asked, "Because even today I just suddenly snapped at him and I didn't mean too and then I felt so bad because it wasn't his fault- and just then he yelled at me for something I can't control and-"

"Blaine, every relationship has its ups and downs, just because you're snapping at each other doesn't mean you've stopped loving one another," Annabelle said.

Blaine groaned and ran a hand through his curls, "I am so bad at this," he admitted, his mom sighed and put the popcorn on the table before pulling her boy into a hug.

"Everyone is bad at relationships Blaine, everyone."

"I just want mine and Kurt's to be special."

"It is honey, believe me it is."

So raise your glass if you are wrong in all the right ways, all my underdogs, we will never-

"Hey this is Blaine; I can't come to the phone right now but if you leave a message after the beep I wi-"

So raise your glass if you are wrong in all the right ways, all my underdogs, we will never-

"Hey this is Blaine; I can't come to the phone right now-"

So raise your glass if you are wrong in all the right ways-

"Hello?" Blaine asked groggily into his cell phone.

He extended an arm and fumbled for the switch to his lamp. When light flooded the room he squinted and flinched back into his blankets.

There was no immediate reply from the caller and Blaine groaned into his pillow. Who the hell calls someone at three in the morning?

"Hello?" Blaine asked again flipping over onto his back.

"Blaine," a voice rasped in the other end.

"Kurt?" Blaine asked sitting up against his pillows.

"I'm sorry," Kurt's voice said, sounding hoarse.

"Kurt what's wrong-"

"I'm sorry," he whispered, "I was upset and I was a jerk and… I was taking all my worries out on you," Kurt said softly, sounding ashamed.

"Kurt, what are you worried about?" Blaine asked softly, rubbing sleep out of his eyes.

"That I'm going to screw up!" Kurt whined, "Blaine I am seriously freaking out over this, I don't know if I can do it."

"Of course you can do it," Blaine said assured his boyfriend, "baby it's like I said, you're amazing."

Instead of a reply Blaine heard soft sobs from the other end.

"Kurt? Kurt!" Blaine called.

"Why is this happening to us?" 'Kurt asked and Blaine could hear his breath hitch, "why are we fighting and arguing and getting upset about stupid things?"

"baby it's what makes us a good, healthy couple," Blaine said gently, "I hate it Kurt, believe me I hate fighting with you so bad, but it's how we know that we are going to last... Because we can work though this together," Blaine said.

"God I love you," Kurt breathed, "I love you so fucking much."

"I love it when you speak dirty to me," Blaine teased and he couldn't help but laugh when he heard Kurt's giggle from the other end, "but I love you too Kurt, so fucking much. And please stop worrying about tomorrow, just relax and go to sleep, okay honey?"

"Okay... Well I guess I will see you tomorrow," Kurt said and Blaine could hear him yawn.

"Yeah you will," Blaine confirmed switching his lamp off, and snuggling back down into his blankets.

"Goodnight baby, I love you."

"I love you too, beautiful goodnight."

"Kurt greenroom, now!"

"Oh my god Rachel shut up!"

"Get your tongue out if his throat and get in here," Rachel hissed.

"He just got here! I'm giving him a proper welcome!" Kurt hissed back.

"Kurt! Move it now!"

Kurt untangled his hands from Blaine's hair with a frustrated growl.

"It's okay, just go," Blaine said, smiling when Kurt whined into his soft kiss.

"Fine," Kurt huffed pulling back from his boyfriend completely, "but we finish this tonight," Kurt promised.

"I'm looking forward to it," Blaine said flashing him a wink as his boyfriend disappeared into the door Rachel was holding open.

Blaine sighed and straightened his rumpled clothing, looking down at his crinkled shirt he took a step away from the wall he had been pressed up against, not looking where he was going he ran into the back of a dark navy blazer.

"Oh I'm sorry," Blaine said to the taller boy in front of him, pressing himself back up against the hard concrete.

The boy turned around, his light brown eyes raking down Blaine's body, "not a problem," he smiled, "I'm Sebastian Smythe, lead vocalist for The Warblers, and I honestly have no objections about you running into me."

"Oh okay," Blaine said completely oblivious to Sebastian's hungry gaze, "I'm Blaine Anderson, I do sing but I'm not in a glee club."

"Why not? With you out there the judges would practically hand you the trophy themselves," Sebastian said.

Blaine still oblivious, laughed at Sebastian's comment and the other boy took this as encouragement, "seriously though Blaine," Sebastian said putting a hand on the wall next to Blaine's head and leaning in, "you should sing, I imagine you're great, maybe we could have our own private session, I bet if I could get you alone you'd make some pretty amazing sounds."

"I don't know," Blaine said shrugging, "I don't think I'm that good, but we could always exchange numbers or something."

"We could exchange so many things," Sebastian chuckled.

"So…" Blaine said trailing off, "where's your school?" Blaine asked trying to be polite.

"That's boring, let's talk about something more fun," Sebastian said ignoring Blaine's question, "Blaine have you ever been to a gay bar?"

"What? I- how did-"

"How did I know that you're gay?" Sebastian said raising an eyebrow, "well I have a pretty good gay-dar, seeing as I'm gay myself," he explained.

"You're gay?" Blaine asked a little shocked.

"Yes, but that's beside the point, gay bar. Yes or no?" Sebastian said.

"Oh, no I haven't but I'm supposed to go to Queens and Queers-" Blaine was cut short when Sebastian snorted with laughter, "Blaine that is a sissy gay bar, you need to go somewhere more fun, somewhere like Scandals," Sebastian said.

"Scandals?"

"That's the name," Sebastian confirmed, "it's where I met the man of my dreams."

"That's sweet, are you still together?" Blaine asked.

Sebastian's face dropped a little when he answered Blaine, "um… no we aren't, he... realised that he apparently isn't gay… although that didn't stop him from shoving his tongue down my throat for a good twenty minutes," he said chuckling humourlessly.

"Oh I'm sorry," Blaine said gently.

"Never mind him," Sebastian said regaining his smirk, "you look like more fun anyways; I'd love to show you the place sometime."

"Yeah, maybe," Blaine said smiling, "and Kurt could come too, right?"

"Good, because I have a feeling that once I get you alone- wait who's Kurt?"

"Hey Blaine, who's your friend?" a sickly sweet voice asked.

Sebastian quickly straightened his body, as Kurt practically pushed him out of the way to wrap a possessive arm around Blaine's waist.

"Hey, baby," Blaine said kissing Kurt's cheek, "this is Sebastian Smythe, he was just inviting-"

"So this must be Kurt?" Sebastian said cutting Blaine off again.

"Yes I am," Kurt said stiffening his back and extending a hand to the Warbler.

"It's a pleasure," Sebastian drawled, grasping Kurt's hand with distaste and releasing it quickly.

"Yes well, I just came to find my boyfriend and tell him that he should probably go find his seat," Kurt explained glaring at Sebastian slightly.

"Well, Blaine was just telling me how he would love for me to show him around the bar Scandals," Sebastian said giving Kurt his most convincing fake smile.

"Actually no I wasn't-"

"Well, Blaine and I are already going to Queens and Queers but maybe sometime we can double date," Kurt said sweetly.

"As exciting as that sounds-" Sebastian began to say but was interrupted by a gasp from behind him.

"Kurt! What are you doing? He's a Warbler," Rachel hissed, glaring at all three boys, "now hurry up we're about to go on."

Kurt waved Rachel off with a hand and turned his attention back to his boyfriend and The Human-Meerkat, "well you should probably go now Simon-"

"Sebastian."

"Whatever, you should probably go now," Kurt said giving the Warbler a bitch glare.

"Okay, fine, but I will definitely be seeing you later Blaine," he said with a wink and walked off to join the rest of his group.

"Not in a million years," Kurt hissed under his breath glaring at Sebastian's , before turning his body to press himself flush up against Blaine, backing his boyfriend into the wall.

Blaine gasped in surprise when Kurt practically growled and attached his lips to Blaine's in a needy, desperate, passionate kiss.

"Kurt," Blaine gasped pulling away, "you need to go on."

Kurt pulled back and looked into Blaine's eyes and Blaine was surprised to see them watery.

"Kurt, what's wrong?" Blaine asked, softly.

"Please don't leave me," Kurt breathed against Blaine's lips.

"I won't," Blaine said confused, "why would you think-"

"You don't realise how amazing you are, and how much guys actually want you… and I'm just scared," Kurt said.

"You have nothing to be afraid of," Blaine said pecking Kurt on the cheek, "that is until Rachel comes back here and kills you for missing your solo," Blaine said pointedly.

"Shit!" Kurt cursed; he quickly kissed Blaine's lips once more, before turning on his heel and sprinting to the stairs that would take him to the stage.

Blaine smiled at his boyfriend before he made his way to the auditorium door. He had his hand on the knob of the door when he heard a voice call out his name.

"Hello?" Blaine asked looking up the stairs Kurt had just scrambled up.

Suddenly Finn's head popped out from behind a black curtain, "dude, you don't have to go out there by yourself, you can come up here if you want," he said shrugging.

"Oh okay cool," Blaine said as he climbed the stairs towards the stage, when he was at the top he was greeted by the faces of all the glee club boys and Mr Schue, Finn put a finger to his lips, and then pointed out to the dark stage.

Blaine raised an eyebrow at the empty stage and just when he was going to turn to Finn and ask for an explanation, the blinding bright stage lights flicked on and the harmony of Tina, Quinn, Rachel, Mercedes, Santana and Brittany started making a beat to a familiar song, but Blaine wasn't focused on that all he could see and hear was Kurt, purely and simply Kurt.

Kurt was standing in the of the centre stage, his black shirt contrasting against his white suspenders and his pale skin, his black jeans were so tight that Blaine couldn't even fit his hand into the back pocket.

"God he looks good," Blaine breathed, and he heard stifled laughter from behind him but he ignored that too, and instead focused back on Kurt, and his voice. Kurt was now standing at the back of the stage in line with the girls, that was until the music started then he broke free and practically cat-walked down the stage and sang the opening lyrics to his solo.

They say
They don't trust
You, me, we, us
So we'll fall
If we must
Cause it's you, me
And it's all about
It's all about

Suddenly the girls joined in and they too moved down the stage towards Kurt.

It's all about us (all about us)
It's all about
All about us (all about us)
There's a thing that they can't touch
'Cause ya know (ah ah)
It's all about us (all about us)
It's all about
All about us
all about us
We'll run away if we must
'Cause ya know
It's all about us (It's all about us)
It's all about love (It's all about us)
In you I can trust (It's all about us)
It's all about us

As the girls swayed into background choreography, Kurt moved to the centre of the stage and he turned his head so his eyes locked with Blaine's, almost as if he knew Blaine was there. They kept their eyes locked as Kurt sang the next verse of his solo directly to Blaine.

If they hurt you
They hurt me too
So we'll rise up
Won't stop
And it's all about
It's all about

Breaking their gaze Kurt moved back into the chorus and moved on stage with the girls just as they had practiced at Rachel's on Sunday.

It's all about us (all about us)
It's all about
All about us (all about us)
There's a thing that they can't touch
'Cause ya know (ah ah)
It's all about us (all about us)
It's all about
All about us
all about us
We'll run away if we must
'Cause ya know
It's all about us (It's all about us)
It's all about love (It's all about us)
In you I can trust (It's all about us)
It's all about us

The girls and Kurt moved in sync to the beat of the next verse as a thin layer of fog began to form around their feet.

They don't know
They can't see
Who we are
Fear is the enemy
Hold on tight
Hold on to me
'Cause tonight

Swirling smoke moved around their feet as they danced through the song, every now and then Kurt would flick his eyes back to Blaine, as though he was making sure he was still listening.

It's all about us
It's all about
All about us
There's a thing that they can't touch
'Cause ya know (ah ah)
It's all about us (all about us)
It's all about us (all about us)
It's all about
All about us (all about us)
There's a thing that they can't touch
'Cause ya know (ah ah)
It's all about us (all about us)
All about us
It's all about us (all about us)
It's all about
All about us (all about us)
There's a thing that they can't touch
'Cause ya know (ah ah)
It's all about us (all about us)

It's all about us (all about us)
It's all about
All about us (all about us)
We'll run away if we must
'Cause ya know (ah ah)
It's all about us (all about us)
It's all about
All about us (all about us)
We'll run away if we must
'Cause ya know (ah ah)
It's all about us (all about us)

Kurt and the girls gathered together on the front of the stage as the music slowly faded away until it was just their voices singing out the last few lines.

It's all about us (It's all about us)
It's all about love (It's all about us)
In you I can trust (It's all about us)

It's all about us

The crowd were on their feet, screaming with applause, Kurt couldn't find his breath as he realised he was being given a standing ovation. He didn't have long to recover before the rest of the club joined them on stage and began performing their next song.

Veins still pumping fast with adrenaline Kurt gazed over to Blaine and he could feel his heart slow slightly as Blaine beamed a smile at him. With that last burst of reassurance Kurt, like the rest of the New Directions, burst straight into their group performance.

The sound of silence was deafening as they waited for a stupid, drunk clown to read the piece of paper in his hands, but as soon as those two words fell from is lips, the crowd exploded into an ear-splitting applause. Kurt jumped up and down in the air and screamed with happiness mirroring the actions of the rest of his team mates.

They had just won sectionals!

"Kurt!" Mercedes cried and engulfed him in a huge hug, "we did it baby!" she screamed.

"We did! We did! We did!" he chanted beaming at her.

Kurt couldn't believe how happy he was, he had sung a song at sectionals, got a standing ovation, kicked ass in the group number and it had just been announced that the New Directions are now going to regionals! He can't remember the last time he had felt this happy, probably on Saturday when Blaine accepted his promise ri- Blaine!

Kurt dropped Mercedes hands and took off towards the edge of the stage, he pushed past the disgruntle Warblers as they walked down the stairs, receiving a few glares from them as he searched though the curtains for boyfriend.

"Blaine?" Kurt called over the still cheering audience and celebrating club.

"Kurt?"

Kurt spotted him. Blaine was pushed to the back of the stage wings by the exiting glee clubs and back stage crew, he was half covered by heavy curtains, Blaine couldn't see him yet so he called out again.

"Blaine!"

They locked eyes and both boys broke out into a sprint, they knocked people over and received so many dirty looks they couldn't count them all… but it didn't matter.

It seemed like and impossibly long time before they were within reaching distance, and neither one was slowing down, Kurt reached out his arms and wrapped them around Blaine's neck as Blaine wrapped his around Kurt's waist, crashing their bodies together. With years of built up strength from countless hours of football, Blaine hoisted Kurt up and Kurt wrapped his long legs around Blaine's waist and kissed him full on the mouth in the middle of the crowded stage wings.

Kurt tightened his legs as Blaine's tongue slipped inside his mouth, "amazing," Blaine gasped pulling away, still holding Kurt up.

"Huh?" Kurt asked a little lightheaded from the kiss.

"You were amazing, I'm so proud of you," Blaine said and pressed a soft kiss to Kurt's parted lips and Kurt kissed him back, leaning into the kiss moulding their bodies and tongues together.

A voice was cleared from behind them, "yeah we're all extremely proud of Kurt, but I think we should head back to our dressing room," Mr Schue said when he came out from behind the curtain.

Blaine nodded in agreement and he reluctantly settled Kurt back on his feet.

"C'mon guys, the sooner we get out of here the sooner we can party!" Puck called and was rewarded by a cheer from the rest of the club.

"Party?" Kurt said turning to Blaine, "but we're going out tomorrow night."

"We can do both," Blaine assured him, wrapping an arm around Kurt's waist, "and besides I don't think it'll be that rowdy."

"It taste like pink!" Rachel screamed into the microphone, receiving cheers from the New Directions, after downing her fifth wine cooler, "PINK!"

They were in Rachel's basement again, only this time instead of practicing for Sectionals they were celebrating their win. Rachel was standing on the stage dancing around to Lady Gagga's Just Dance that is blasting from the stereo, while Santana, who is swaying drunkenly to the music, started flicking corn chips into her hair. In the middle of the floor Brittany was dance battling Mike and they were both being laughed at by a hysterical Tina and Mercedes, who had collapsed on the lounge. Puck was taking body shots off of Quinn's stomach as Sam and Artie took regular Tequila shoots with Blaine. Kurt and Finn, who had stopped after their first drink, were on either side of the basement watching their friends making sure no one hurt themselves.

It had started off as a completely sober party, that is until Puck broke into the liquor cabinet and stared mixing drinks for everyone, from that moment on it just got worse.

"Spin the bottle!"

Every head turned to face the flushed looking Rachel, "let's play spin the bottle!"

"Hells yes!" Puck shouted and they all moved to form a circle, with an empty wine cooler bottle in the middle.

"Hey baby," Kurt said when Blaine fell down beside him, "having fun?" Kurt asked.

"Best party ever!" Blaine stated with a huge smile, "Wanna know why?" he asked in a hushed whisper like a child.

"Why?" Kurt asked his adorable boyfriend.

"'Cause you're here," Blaine said, "it's our first party together, and it won't be the only," he slurred matter-of-factly, "'cause one day we won't have to hide, one day we will jus' be ourselves, two boys in love."

Kurt felt his hear swell with adoration because even as drunk as Blaine is at the moment he still manages to say the most perfect things.

"It is the best party," Kurt nodded in agreement as Blaine sighed happily and curled up into Kurt's side resting his head on Kurt's shoulder.

"Everybody ready?" Rachel asked, "Okay, let's play!"

Reaching a hand out she spun the bottle and everyone watched as it landed on Artie, Rachel tumbled her way over to Artie's wheel chair and grabbed his tie to crash their lips together, in a short, sloppy kiss.

"Hot damn!" Tina called out over the music when Rachel pulled away with a smile and returned to her spot in between Finn and Mike.

"Finn your turn!" Rachel exclaimed.

"Okay," Finn mumbled looking uncomfortable, he spun the bottle lightly and watched in horror as it landed on Sam, "he's a guy!" Finn said.

"Well spotted," Kurt snapped, letting Blaine snuggle into him further.

"But I can't-"

"Kiss him alrea'y!" Santana slurred, with murmurs of agreement from everyone.

"Fine then," Finn grunted and he leaned across the circle to quickly peck Sam on the lips. The circle burst into laughter as a red faced Finn returned to his spot.

"See it wasn't that bad," Sam said shrugging.

"Let's just continue," Finn said nudging Puck in the ribs who took the hint and reached out to spin the bottle.

"Who's gunna get the honour of kissing the Puckasaurus….which lucky lady- Anderson!" Puck exclaimed, "I'm down with that," he said and Kurt was sure that he was completely drunk by this point because the Puck he knows would never wink at Blaine like he just did.

Several cat calls and whoops sounded through the circle as Puck slowly crawled his way to Blaine,

"Wait I can't do this," Blaine said holding Kurt close.

"Hey I had to kiss Sam," Finn pointed out.

"But-"

"Oh shut up Anderson and just enjoy," Puck whispered when he was close to Blaine and he cupped Blaine's face in his hands and crashed their lips together.

Gasping in surprise Blaine unintentionally opened his mouth and gave Puck's tongue entrance, trying to squirm away, Blaine stopped when he felt a hand on his back and he heard Kurt's voice.

"It's okay," Kurt whispered and Blaine doesn't know whether it was the after effect of the alcohol or the music or the way Puck's tongue massaged his but suddenly he was kissing back, he closed his eyes and just let go, he clutched at Puck's shirt bringing him closer, enjoying the way in which Puck explored his mouth, he felt a warm tingling sensation build in his stomach as Puck bit his lower lip… but apart from that, he felt nothing else, there was no fire in his heart, no shivers down his spine, the hairs on the back of his neck weren't standing up… there was no love. Because there was no Kurt, and with that thought Blaine broke away and wiped his mouth.

The room was silent, everyone was staring open-mouthed at the two boys, the only sounds were the music still blasting from the speakers and Puck's heavy breathing.

"Impressive Puck," Blaine stated, "… but Kurt's better."

The silence lasted for a moment longer before everyone roared with laughter; Blaine snuggled back down into Kurt's side as Puck returned smirking to his spot.

"How did it feel?" Kurt asked looking down on Blaine, his eyes sad.

"Well… It was okay but I didn't feel any love, like it felt good in a way-but it didn't and it was weird but familiar…" Blaine trailed off.

"That makes no sense," Kurt whispered, looking away.

"You're right," Blaine agreed, "hey Puck!" he called across the circle, "can you kiss Kurt?"

Blaine felt Kurt tense beside him.

"No, I don't want to," Kurt said as Puck made his way back over to the boys.

"It's only fair," Mercedes slurred, "Your boy got his mack on with Puck, now you're gunna."

"Yeah Hummel," Puck said sitting in front of Kurt, "it's only fair," he smirked and reached his hands up to tangle in Kurt's hair and crush their lips together.

Blaine sat next to his boyfriend and watched him kiss another guy, a familiar angry heat began to rise in his stomach and he clenched his fists by his side. Blaine reminded himself that this was his idea and that if he punched Puck in the face everyone would get mad at him… but by this point he really didn't care because Kurt's hands were white at the knuckle where he gipped Puck's collar and Blaine could hear these awful sucking and smacking noises coming from their lips and it was only when they pulled away from each other did he realise his nails had drawn blood as they squeezed into his own palm.

"Wow," Kurt said and Blaine's gut twisted, "but it can't measure up to Blaine."

"Oh baby I'm pretty sure I can measure up to Blaine in all aspects," Puck said as he leant back down against Finn's side and rested his head on the tall boys shoulder.

"I wouldn't be too sure about that," Kurt said laying his head in Blaine's lap, stretching his long legs out behind Brittany, "because Blaine does extremely well in all areas and I mean very, very, very well… it's fucking huge," Kurt said proudly.

"What's huge?" Brittany asked and Santana shook her head lightly and linked their pinkies together.

"Don't worry honey," she said gently, "as lon' as Kurt can handle it then they should be fine," she said smiling.

"Oh believe me I can handle it all night long," he laughed, "Can't I Blaine? Blaine?" Kurt asked again looking up into his boyfriends eyes.

"Blaine what's wrong?" Kurt asked but Blaine shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut.

"We need to go," Blaine said in a strained voice, and then he bent down to whisper in Kurt's ear, "we need to find a bathroom or a closet or a bedroom or the kitchen- we just need to find somewhere so that I can fuck your brains out," he hissed nipping Kurt's ear.

Kurt's body visibly shuddered as he let Blaine's words wash over him, he could already feel his pants becoming uncomfortably tight.

"We need to go to the bathroom," Kurt said suddenly sitting up.

"What? Why?" Finn asked looking at them suspiciously.

"Because I'm about to piss myself," Kurt said dragging Blaine to his feet.

The last thing they heard before they reached the top of the stairs was Santana's cry of "wanky," Puck's shout of "get some Hummel!" and Rachel's "please not on my bed!"

They ran through the living room and towards the main stairs, Kurt was just about to pull Blaine up them when he felt his hand get tugged in another direction, "in here baby," Blaine said.

Kurt was pulled through a door and he couldn't see a thing, when suddenly the light was flicked on and he was standing in a blindingly, bright bathroom, Kurt would have to speak to Rachel later about the horrible tile patterns but right now he was a little too preoccupied about the fact that Blaine has just shoved him up against the wall next to the sink and was desperately clawing at his shirt.

"Stupid buttons," he Blaine as sucked on Kurt's newly exposed skin. Kurt breathed heavily as he listened to the patter of his buttons fall to the floor, rolling on the tiles.

"Good god Blaine," Kurt gasped when his shirt finally fell from his shoulders, he closed his eyes and let Blaine's ravish his chest with his tongue, moaning softly when Blaine sucked on a nipple and bit down softly.

"Did you like it baby?" Blaine asked tugging his own shirt over his head, "did you like kissing Puck?" he growled unlooping is belt from his jeans, "did you like the way he fucked your mouth with his tongue?" Blaine asked as he popped the button of his jeans and pulled down his pants and boxers all in the one go, letting his erection spring free, "did you?" he asked one last time stepping out of the puddle of clothes.

Kurt opened his eyes and looked straight into Blaine's, "No," he answered simply, "no, I hated it, there was no love, no passion, no nothing, it was wrong and you need to make it right by fucking me up against this wall."

Blaine stilled and gulped audibly; Kurt wanted to be fucked against the wall?

"Kurt, did you just say, you want me to-"

"Yes I do, ever since this afternoon when you lifted me up, I wondered what it would be like to do the same thing but have your cock up in me," he said, unbuttoning his skinny jeans, "now are you going to do this or should I go back to Puck?"

As soon as the words were out of his mouth Kurt's body was slammed hard into the wall, his chest flush up against Blaine's as Blaine tugged Kurt's jeans and briefs down to his thighs.

Blaine growled- literally growled deep in his throat and he bent down to strip Kurt completely naked of his clothes, he stood up straight and pressed their naked throbbing erections together, relishing in the whimpers escaping from Kurt's lips. He smacked Kurt's ass and Kurt took that as a signal for him to step out of his jeans, which he did and was rewarded with a sharp thrust from Blaine.

"Now," Kurt demanded pulling Blaine in for a kiss, "I want you now."

Blaine complied with Kurt's wishes by sucking two fingers into his mouth slicking them, and whilst still grinding their cocks together Blaine skilfully reached around and pushed his spit slick fingers into Kurt's tight ring of muscles.

"Oh god!" Kurt gasped, as Blaine began pumping them, "That's enough," he said.

"No," Blaine growled, not wanting Kurt to be in any unnecessary pain, he started scissoring his fingers, stretching his boyfriend properly.

"Now, please," Kurt pleaded, and began sucking another hickey onto Blaine's neck.

"No baby," Blaine whined, how much longer could he refuse Kurt like this?

"Please, baby, I need you filling me, I need you to fuck me into the wall harder than ever before, please," Kurt begged.

And that was the tipping point, pulling his fingers out Blaine turned to the bathroom bench next to them, he fumbled through the doors in search of anything that he could- "thank god for baby oil," Blaine said as his hand grasped a bottle of the slippery liquid, in the bottom draw.

Not caring that he was making a mess Blaine popped the cap and drizzled a generous amount onto his swollen cock. Pumping himself a few times to ensure he was well coated Blaine tossed the bottle into the sink and grabbed Kurt's hips, making sure he had a firm grip, he lifted Kurt easily and let his boyfriend wind his legs around his waist.

"Careful baby, I didn't stretch you well, this will hurt," Blaine warned Kurt who was shaking in anticipation.

"Better that way," Kurt mumbled wrapping his arms around Blaine's bare neck.

Trying to bite back a moan, Blaine carefully reached down and lined up his member with Kurt's puckered hole, as the blunt tip pushed its way into Kurt's fiery heat, Blaine bit down on his boyfriend's shoulder trying not to scream with pleasure as Kurt slowly engulfed him into his ass.

"Slow baby," Blaine said when Kurt hissed at lowering himself to fast.

"It's… okay," Kurt gasped, now fully situated on Blaine's cock, the burn of the stretch was intensified to an indescribable level of pleasure, "how do we do this?" Kurt asked breathing heavily onto Blaine's shoulder.

"Not sure," Blaine panted honestly, his voice wavering with desire, "maybe I should-"

"Fuck yes!" Kurt screamed as Blaine rocked his hips upwards.

"That feel good?" Blaine asked smirking, rocking again and Kurt cried out in pleasure.

Encourage by the sounds his boyfriend was making Blaine rocked his hips faster, pushing inside of Kurt harder. As he pushed forward he would stand on his tippy-toes trying to get as far into Kurt as he possibly could.

Kurt's fingernails dug into Blaine's shoulders and scratched angry red lines down his spine. The rhythmic thud of Kurt's back hitting the wall was drowned out by Kurt's wails of pleasure as Blaine found that sweet spot inside of him.

"Fuck me, so good," Kurt breathed, digging his nails into Blaine's shoulders, "harder," he demanded, in a shaky voice.

"M'kay baby," Blaine panted, and he began thrusting up with more force than before, causing the thumping to get louder which meant Kurt's screams got higher.

"Yes! Yes! So good, h-harder!"

Blaine bit down onto the already well-marked skin of Kurt's neck as he gripped Kurt's hips and pulled Kurt down when he thrust up.

"Fuck," Blaine gasped when Kurt clenched around him, "you close?"

"So fucking close," Kurt confirmed, "touch me," he begged.

"I can't," Blaine gasped, still pounding up into his boyfriend.

"Oh right," Kurt said and he removed an arm from where it was twisting into Blaine's curls and let it drop down onto his own cock and he began pumping roughly, smearing pre-come over the slit and he pumped harder as he demanded Blaine to give him more.

Blaine grunted with each thrust, his arms are burning, his legs are sore, his cock is in heaven and there is sweat drenched in his curls and dropping down his chest.

"Blaine yes, baby, I love you," Kurt panted.

"Love you," Blaine cried as he moved faster.

Kurt's hand tightened over his dick and pumped desperately, as Blaine fucked into him so hard that he was sobbing with pleasure, the coiling heat that had been burning in his lower abdomen snapped and Kurt came in thick, white ropes of come all over his and Blaine's chest, a few drops even smearing across their chins'.

"Fuck Kurt," Blaine moaned and he too came, filling Kurt up.

Kurt's body went limp in Blaine's arms as Blaine continued to thrust against his prostrate, he could feel Kurt's body spasm uncontrollably when he rubbed his sweet spot and he loves the soft whines coming from Kurt's lips.

"You okay?" Blaine asked a he turned them around so his back was to the wall and he slid down to the tiled floor, letting Kurt go limp in his lap.

"Amazing," Kurt breathed onto Blaine's bare skin.

"What?" Blaine panted still recovering from his orgasm.

"Today, you, us, everything was amazing," Kurt said kissing at Blaine's neck.

"It was wasn't it?" Blaine asked and Kurt nodded into his shoulder.

They stayed on the – what Kurt hoped was clean bathroom floor for a few more minutes listening to the beat of the song on the stereo down stairs.

They knew they would have to get up soon, that they needed to leave and get ready for tomorrow and prepare for Queens and Queers but right now they were both happy lying in their own drying sweat and come, listening to the sounds of their drunken friends downstairs as they traced patterns on each other's skin with their fingertips.

Because that's what love is… isn't it?