"Kurt? Are you okay, Bud?"

"What?"

"Are you okay? You kind of just blanked out."

Kurt blinked and shook his head lightly; he straightened up and looked at his father.

"I'm sorry it's just... you caught me by surprise... so you want Carole and Finn to move in with us?" Kurt asked hesitantly.

"Yeah, I love her, and after the heart attack I realised just how much I love her... I mean I will always love your Mom... but I love Carole too... does that make sense?" Burt asked shifting in his recliner.

"Yeah it does," Kurt said softly.

"I know it will be harder for you and Blaine considering that Finn will be here now... but I'm sure you can work it out," he said with a smile.

"It will be hard," Kurt agreed.

Burt sighed and sat forward in his chair, "Kurt I'm sorry... I shouldn't have said anything, don't worry about it... I can wait until later on to ask her, it doesn't matter, I was just-"

"No don't. You should ask her... like you said Blaine and I will be able to work something out. I mean we can always hang out at his house, right?" Kurt asked, because he really wants his Dad to be happy but he can't help but thinking of how hard he and Blaine are going to have to work to be alone now.

"Yes, of course you can but... are you sure?" Burt asked.

"Yes Dad," Kurt said with a smile, "Ask her."

This time it was Burt that leant in for a brief but loving hug, "I love you Kurt," he said when they pulled back.

"I love you too Dad," Kurt said as he stood up, grabbing his phone, the key and his paper bag, "I'm just going to go hang out in my room okay?"

"Yeah sure, of course," Burt said as Kurt headed up the stairs.

When Kurt was safely in his room he immediately went straight to his IPod, attached it to his stereo, selected a playlist and pumped the volume right up. Katy Perry's Peacock was blasting through his room as he ran to the window and unlocked the padlock. He then flopped on his bed, tossing his paper bag on his bedside table and dialled Blaine's number, he answered on the first ring.

"Kurt? Oh my God, you got your phone back does this mean you're no longer grou-"

"Yes. I have my phone, can you just come over? Like now?" Kurt said impatiently.

"I umm- Yeah of course... are you okay?"

Kurt growled in frustration. Why is Blaine always so perfect and caring and kind and just amazing?

"Can you just come over?" Kurt asked a little irritated, because right now he just needs to vent and his favourite way to do that just so happens to involve Blaine.

"Yeah, but are you okay? What's with the music?" Blaine asked sounding worried.

"Yes Blaine, I'm fine... I just need to talk to you, I need to see you, and I need you here with me. Now. Please?" Kurt begged into the receiver.

There was silence on the other end and Kurt started to worry that he might have scared Blaine off coming over.

"O-Okay, I'm on my way, I'll be there soon," Blaine's voice said and Kurt could hear him shuffling around.

"Thank you, I love you," Kurt sighed in relief.

"I love you too," Blaine said and ended the call.

The song suddenly changed to Jason Derulo's In My Head and Kurt felt the need to dance. He jumped up and tried keep in time with the beat while he did his single ladies routine across his room.

Soon enough he started to sweat and get all sticky, so he took off his jacket and then he figured he should take off his shirt and save Blaine the trouble of doing it when he gets here.

Kurt's IPod had almost finished it playlist by the time Blaine landed on the patio roof. As he walked across it he could hear music blasting through Kurt's open window. He reached the window and he didn't hesitate to climb through, when Blaine was fully in he stood up and his dick immediately went from soft to hard in a matter of seconds.

Kurt was lying on his bed shirtless, his black jeans that are ridiculously tight were sitting low enough so Blaine could see his jutting hip bones, his smooth, pale chest is now slick with sweat and he is panting and gasping as though he had just run a marathon.

Blaine's breath came in as a sharp gasp, Kurt's head turned to the side and he locked eyes with Blaine's.

 How the hell did he hear me over the music? Blaine wondered.

"It's about time you got here, I was worried I was going to have to start without you," Kurt said sitting up and getting off the bed and walking over to Blaine.

"S-Start what?" Blaine asked stuttering a little because his dick is now fully erect and painfully straining against his jeans.

"This!" Kurt said as he grabbed Blaine by the shoulders, turned them and pushed him onto the bed.

Kurt didn't waste any time stripping off his jeans and briefs all in the one go. Blaine sat up on his elbows, marvelling at the sight of is gorgeous, rock-hard boyfriend.

"Kurt what are you doing?" Blaine gasped as Kurt sat on the bed in between Blaine's legs, fiddling with the zipper on his jeans.

"Obviously I'm trying to undress you, duh," he said popping the button and dragging the zipper down.

"But why are- oh God!" Blaine's words quickly turned to moans as Kurt started palming him through his briefs.

"K-Kurt... what's w-wrong?" Blaine gasped as he fell back onto the bed his head hitting the pillows.

"Nothing is wrong," Kurt said as he hooked his fingers into Blaine's belt loops and pulled his jeans down and off his legs, tossing them on the floor. He shuffled up further in Blaine's legs and he slipped his hand under Blaine's briefs grasping his erection.

"Y-You said we- ugh yes!" Blaine shouted as Kurt started to pump him hard, but Blaine wasn't done talking. "We need t-to talk, why-"

"Blaine," Kurt said stilling his hand, "My only problem is that I am fully naked, fully hard and fully wanting my fingers up your ass, but you won't fully cooperate."

Blaine lifted his head and stared at Kurt with his mouth hanging open in shock.

"That's what I thought," Kurt said as he removed his hand and used it along with his other to rid Blaine of his underwear and then his jacket and shirt.

"You're so beautiful Blaine, so, so, so beautiful," Kurt said as he trailed kisses down Blaine's toned stomach. Blaine's hands fisted in the sheets as Kurt took him in his mouth all in one go, he could feel his cock hit the back of Kurt's throat and he willed himself not to come.

Kurt continued to deep throat Blaine, bobbing his head up and down as the hand, that wasn't holding Blaine's hips down, searched for his new bottle of lube. When he found it he made a triumphant noise that caused vibrations to travel through Blaine's cock.

"Oh God," Blaine panted, his breathing was heavy and full of whines and whimpers.

Kurt pulled off Blaine with a lewd pop and he sat up, flipping the cap of the lube bottle and spreading some of the sticky liquid on his hands.

"What's that?" Blaine gasped, bucking his hips upwards in need of some sort of friction.

"I personally think it was my Dad's way of bribing me, but for you, baby," Kurt said putting a hand beside Blaine's head, leaning down to breath in his ear, while a finger gently teased his entrance, "It's going to be a whole afternoon of fun." He hissed and pushed his finger into Blaine.

"Oh shit-" Blaine's cries were captured by Kurt's lips as Kurt thrust his tongue into Blaine's mouth, moving his finger slowly in and out of his boyfriend.

Kurt moved his lips back to Blaine's ear and started nibbling on the lobe and occasionally flicking his tongue to lick the shell.

"Oh God, yes, I n-need more," Blaine stuttered as Kurt's pumping became faster.

"As you wish," Kurt smirked and inserted another finger, Blaine groaned deep in his throat and his hips started to thrust up and down on Kurt's fingers he was practically fucking himself.

"You like that baby?" Kurt asked licking Blaine's collarbone.

Blaine couldn't respond, instead he moaned and sped up his thrusts, but Kurt really wanted an answer.

"Blaine... do you like this? Hmmm... tell me baby," Kurt whispered, scissoring his fingers inside of Blaine.

"Ye- oh," Blaine tried to reply but he couldn't, every time he went to speak Kurt would do something to make him moan like a whore.

"I'm sorry that wasn't good enough," Kurt said and he pushed another finger into Blaine. Blaine bit his lip trying to control his shriek of ecstasy.

"Don't be afraid baby, you can be as loud as you want, and nobody will hear you."

With those words Blaine screamed and was glad that the music was on to drown him out. His hands were still gripping the sheets and he had thin layer of sweat covering him just like Kurt.

"How about now baby? Do you like it now?" Kurt asked and he started thrusting his cock into Blaine's erection and speeding his fingers up.

Blaine couldn't reply, it was all too much he thought he was going too exploded at any moment.

"Answer me Blaine, don't keep it in! Answer me!" Kurt demanded and he crocked his fingers to hit Blaine's prostate.

"YES!" Blaine wailed, his hips bucking as Kurt continued to hit his prostate with every thrust.

"Say it- oh God, again!" Kurt demanded speeding up his thrust both in and outside of Blaine.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Blaine screamed, he removed his hands from the sheets and placed them on Kurt's hips, digging his nails in and pushing Kurt down onto his cock harder, creating more blessed friction for the both of them.

"Uh, Blaine, oh shit, Blaine!" Kurt began to whimper at Blaine's incredible grip.

"Say it!" Blaine groaned and Kurt was too far gone to be shocked by the role reversal that had just happened. Instead he began to scream Blaine's name louder with every thrust.

"Kurt, Kurt, KURT!" Blaine shouted as he came in between them. The feeling of Blaine's warm come and the look on his face as it twisted into a look of pure, blissful elation made Kurt orgasm so hard he blacked out and collapsed onto Blaine.

When he woke up he was clean and the covers were pulled up to his waist, his playlist was no longer on and instead a soft piano played from the speakers. He sat up and immediately fell back down on his pillows from the sudden head rush.

"Whoa, easy there beautiful," Blaine said as he walked in from Kurt's bathroom, he was still naked.

"What happened?" Kurt asked, as Blaine hopped in under the covers with him.

"Hmm... before or after you asked me to come over to you house, ripped my clothes off, shoved your fingers up my ass and then passed out by what I'm assuming was probably the best orgasm you've ever had?" Blaine said sliding his arm around Kurt's waist and pulling them closer.

"Oh... I passed out?" Kurt asked quietly.

"Yeah you did and it really scared me ‘cause here I am having a great orgasm and then all of a sudden you're flopped onto me, and you weren't responding and I was almost about to go call your Dad but then I realised you were breathing. So I turned the music off, cleaned us up and put you to bed," Blaine said kissing Kurt's red cheek.

"Sorry," Kurt said softly, closing his eyes breathing in Blaine's scent.

"Sorry for what Kurt? The fact that you asked me over and attacked me- not that I'm complaining, or are you sorry for not talking to me when I asked you what was wrong, or are you sorry because you passed out even though I was the one being fingered? Do you know how awkward it is trying to pull somebody else's fingers out of your ass... I do."

Kurt buried his head into Blaine's shoulder, "I'm sorry... for everything."

"You don't have to be... I just want to know why?" he whispered kissing Kurt's hair.

Kurt sighed into Blaine's shoulder, "Well I got home this afternoon and-"

At that moment Burt bust through the door with a huge grin on his face.

"Kurt, I asked her and- Whoa, Blaine? What the hell is- don't worry! I don't want to know," Burt said turning his head to face out Kurt's window.

"Dad!" Kurt squealed as he and Blaine franticly tried to cover each other with the blanket.

"Its okay boys, I know it's been a while since the two of you have been... together... I get it," he said still looking out the window.

"What do you want?" Kurt asked his whole face a deep crimson... he really should learn to lock his door.

"Well I just wanted to tell you that I asked Carole and she said yes! She and Finn are going to start moving in tomorrow!" Burt said excitedly finally turning to look at the boys.

Kurt gave his father a genuine grin, despite how hard it's going to be for him and Blaine; he still wants the best for his Dad. Blaine on the other hand was staring at Burt, mouth open trying to think of something to say, he couldn't think of anything so he turned to Kurt.

"What's he talking about? Carole and Finn are coming here? To live... permanently?" Blaine asked softly.

"I was going to tell you," Kurt whispered, cupping Blaine's cheek with one hand, Blaine's mouth was still hanging open in incredulity.

"Oh... so I kind of spilled the beans did I? Well umm... my bad," Burt said awkwardly backing out the door, but he stopped when he saw the unopened box of condoms still in the paper bag.

"Oh c'mon Kurt, I gave you those so you can be safe and it's been what? Less than an hour since I gave them to you," Burt said walking over to the bag and opening it.

"Listen I have no problem with you being intimate just be safe," he said tossing the box onto the bed and walking back to the door, Blaine picked the box up and immediately blushed when he saw what they were.

"C-Condoms? What? I don't-"

"Blaine, please don't tell me you've never heard of condoms," Burt groaned slapping his palm to his forehead.

"Of course I have, it's just we haven't even had sex," he said confused.

"Can you just kill me now?" Kurt asked from where he had buried himself in the pillow.

"Kurt, stop being dramatic... you mean... there was no sex happening just now?" Burt asked gruffly.

"I promise you Burt, there was no sex," Blaine said solemnly.

"Okay... but when there is just-"

"I promise you we will be safe," Blaine said.

"Okay... umm I will talk to you later," Burt uncomfortably, and he walked out the door, closing it behind him.

 The room was silently except for the soft piano in the background; Blaine twisted and placed a soft kiss on Kurt's shoulder. Kurt turned to face him, sighing softly.

"Once again... I'm sorry," Kurt said.

"Is this why you called me over? You wanted to talk about the possibility of you and Finn living in the same house?" Blaine asked carefully.

"Oh Blaine are you still jealous of Finn?" Kurt asked with a smile.

"I'm not jealous I'm... protective of you," Blaine said pulling Kurt closer.

"Pfft, it's called jealousy baby, and you have it,"

"Yeah? well you like to release your stress through sex!" Blaine said indignantly.

"Hey, you weren't complaining!" Kurt said defensively.

"Yeah well... I just.... God! I don't know, it's so messed up!" Blaine sighed.

"Yeah it is, and this means we are going to have to be extra careful now," Kurt said sadly tracing a pattern on Blaine's back with his fingertips.

"Hmmm... yeah careful," Blaine agreed pressing his lips to Kurt's, Kurt moaned softly and gripped Blaine's back a little tighter, pulling him closer.

"Yep... so careful," Kurt whispered licking Blaine's bottom lip, then dipping his tongue inside.

Blaine rolled Kurt to the side so he was straddling his naked waist, not breaking the kiss he slid his hand down Kurt's stomach and rested it on his hip. Suddenly Blaine pulled back.

"What's wrong?" Kurt asked dazed from the intensity of the kiss.

"Why is your Dad so okay with this? Why did he give you condoms?" Blaine asked un-straddling Kurt and laying his back on the bed; Kurt shuffled over and rested his head on Blaine's shoulder and hooking a leg over Blaine's thighs.

"Well like I said before, I think it's a bribe... but then I also think he feels bad for how he reacted last time he heard that we were... intimate, but then again he could actually just want us to be safe," Kurt said snuggling into his shoulder.

"When you think about it it's a pretty good bribe," Blaine chuckled, making Kurt's head bounce.

They lapsed into a comfortable silence, simply enjoying each other's company after the long weeks of being separated.

"It'll be okay," Blaine said softly just as Kurt was drifting off to sleep.

"What will?" Kurt mumbled.

"Us... our relationship, we can get through this... it'll just be... tricky."

"I think we'll be okay," Kurt said kissing Blaine's chest.

"So do I," Blaine agreed and he closed his eyes relaxing to the sound of Kurt's breathing.

"Finn! What are you doing?" Kurt screamed from his doorway.

"I'm just playing Guitar Hero, relax!" Finn shouted from his room, Kurt could barely hear him over the incredible noise that was seeping through the walls.

Kurt slammed his door and huffed to his bed, Finn and Carole had only finished moving in a week ago and Kurt was already going crazy, he couldn't stand it. There was always some sort of constant noise or smell coming from Finn's room at all hours of the day.

 At meal times it seems as though Finn had no limit as to what he can shove in his mouth and apparently if you talk with food in your mouth, then people are supposed to understand you. Kurt was going crazy. At first he was a little excited about Finn living with them, though he would never tell Blaine, he thought it would really help them to bond, but lately Kurt just wants to find a ladder, climb it and rip Finn's head of his shoulders.

"Is this okay bro?" came a muffled voice from the wall of Kurt's room.

"Yeah that's good! Thanks!" Kurt shouted back as he heard the volume decrease, that was another thing that was pissing Kurt off.

 Finn's room is directly next to Kurt's, it's not as though they have a bathroom separating them or anything, no. They're room neighbours, and the worse thing is the walls, you can hear everything through the stupid paper thin walls of Kurt's house.

Whenever Blaine would come over, Kurt would have to crank the stereo up and try to ignore Finn's complaints as Blaine shoved his fingers up Kurt's ass. He has always been pretty loud when they have "pre-sex activities" but lately he has to shove something in his mouth just to try and stop himself from screaming the house down. Finn on the other hand didn't really seem to have that problem; he has been in the house for seven days and for five of those seven, he has jacked off at night time and Kurt has covered his ears with a pillow trying not to listen.

It wasn't all bad- most of it was... but there were something's that didn't completely piss Kurt off, like there was when Finn would call him "bro" instead of "dude" and the way they would actually talk about things over than Glee Club and who knew that Finn enjoyed baking? He isn't very good at it but he likes to help Kurt.

Kurt sighed into his pillow; at least it can't get any worse.

"Finn!" Kurt screamed.

"What? I knocked I swear!" Finn said as he covered his eyes with his hand.

Kurt scrambled to put some clothes on; he dropped the towel and threw on the nearest t-shirt and jeans.

"You can open your eyes!" Kurt growled, running the towel through his hair.

"Okay cool, I was just going to say that mom said she wants all your laundry downstairs so she can put it through."

"Finn, I've already done my laundry, I don't need a parent to take care of me like I'm a baby," Kurt said throwing the towel into his hamper.

"Okay, I was just saying,'" he said.

"Okay, are we done here?" Kurt asked impatiently.

"Yeah we're do- hey... where did you get that?" Finn asked pointing to the t-shirt Kurt was wearing.

"Where did I get wha- oh this... umm," Kurt was wracking his brain to try and think of something to say, he is currently wearing one of Blaine's t-shirts that he had accidently left in Kurt's room, and to make things worse it was Blaine's football shirt, with Blaine's name and number on the back... shit! 

"Well... football shirts are coming into fashion and I thought that if I was going to keep up with the latest trends I might as well support my school at the same time."

Kurt held his breath as Finn's face scrunched up in confusion but he slowly exhaled as Finn smiled.

"Oh cool," Finn said and walked out the door.

Kurt sighed and sat down on his bed, he was thankful that Finn wasn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed.

It has been three week since Finn and Carole had first moved in and he was about ready to murder everyone on the planet, not only has Finn picked up a habit of not knocking before entering doors but he always seems to interrupt Kurt at the most awkward times.

 Last night he was having (trying to have) phone sex with Blaine, but every five seconds Finn would walk in! Kurt hasn't come in over fourteen days, and that's a long time for a teenage boy, no matter what he does, he and Blaine are never able to be together.

Every time he tried to jerk off he would be too tired or interrupted. It wasn't just Finn that was making it hard for him and Blaine to be together, it was their stupid school, their stupid teachers and their stupid homework, it was the stupid Glee Club and the stupid Sectionals, it was Blaine's stupid football games and his stupid football practice and most of all it was their stupid situation that they're in!

Kurt sat down on his bed, he was going to pick up his phone and call Blaine but he found himself lying down and pretty soon he was asleep, too tired to stay awake.

When Kurt woke the sun was streaming in through his window and his clock informed him that if he didn't run out his door now, he would be twenty minutes late for school.

Kurt jumped up, he ran to his bathroom and grabbed his moisturising creams and his hair styling equipment and threw them in his messenger bag, he ran across his room to his cupboard and grabbed his favourite pair of boots and a pair of socks, he didn't bother putting them on he could do that in the car.

 Kurt ran out his door, in his rush he didn't even grab a jack or his homework or notice the neatly folded note and the single red rose on his bedside table.

"Mr Hummel, you are late," Kurt's English teacher Mr Collins obviously pointed out. Mr Collins is a man in his in thirties and has been married four times. His hair was starting to turn grey; his wrinkles are becoming more prominent and as the years go on he's become more mean-spirited than ever before.

"Yes sir, I'm sorry I was-"

"I don't care, take your seat and try not to disrupt my class anymore," he said with a click of his fingers.

"Yes sir," Kurt said and walked to the very back corner to find the only available seat.

English is one of the very few classes he and Blaine share together and usually it is a comfort being in the same room as each other but right now Blaine was looking at Kurt in horror.

‘What?' Kurt mouthed to Blaine when the teachers back was turned; luckily none of the Neanderthals that claimed to be Blaine's friends were smart enough to get into this class so Blaine was sitting by himself in one of the middle rows.

‘Your shirt,' Blaine mouthed back and tugged his own shirt for emphasis.

Kurt was confused, what the hell is wrong with his shirt?

Oh shit! Kurt suddenly realised what was wrong, he was wearing Blaine's football shirt, and it has Blaine's name on the back of it! Fuuuuuuuck!

"Mr Hummel?" snapped an angry voice.

Kurt looked up to see Mr. Collins staring at him expectantly.

"Umm... yes?" Kurt asked, snapping out of his shock.

"Well, do you have it?" Mr. Collins inquired angrily.

"Have what?" Kurt asked sounding confused.

"I'll take that as a no... That's twice this week you haven't done your homework Mr Hummel, fail to complete it again and you'll be on detention."

Shit! Kurt sighed angrily, once again he forgot his homework, it was getting really bad lately, but he had more important issues at the moment, like the fact that Blaine's name was sprawled across his back for everyone to see. Kurt bent down to his messenger back in search for a cardigan that maybe he had shoved in their in his haste to leave this morning. He came up empty.

This was not going to be a good day for him.

Blaine turned to face him again, mouthing something but Kurt couldn't understand. Blaine sighed in frustration and turned to look at what Kurt though was his school book.

"Now class, this week we will be starting on a new subject. We will be-"

"If you like it then you should've put a ring on it-"

"Mr Hummel!"

Kurt scrambled to shut his phone off but it was deep in his bag, Blaine's head hit the table, he had just sent Kurt a message that said he has a spare jacket in his locker and Kurt can borrow it, no one would know. But Kurt had forgotten to put his phone on silent this morning.

"Mr Hummel!" the teacher roared again as Kurt found his phone and switched it off, "That is the third time this lesson! You are to go to detention this afternoon!" he shouted and walked over to his desk to fill out a detention slip.

Kurt slumped in his seat, yep, today was going to suck!

"Hey, I'm so sorry about that, I didn't know that-"

"It's okay, don't worry," Kurt said as he walked to Blaine and kissed him on the cheek. They were in a deserted hallway, when they should be in second period class, but it was only gym for Blaine and Kurt knew his French teacher wouldn't mind if he was late, he is after all top of the class.

"Here it is," Blaine said as he pulled out a black cardigan out from his locker and draped it over Kurt's shoulder.

"Thanks," Kurt said, the cardigan was soft and warm and best of all it smelt purely of Blaine.

"So about that note I left," Blaine said with a smile.

"What note?" Kurt asked buttoning his buttons.

"The note on your table... you know the one with the rose?" Blaine asked his smile fading.

"Blaine I was in such a rush this morning, that's why I was late and that's why I don't have my homework and that's why I've put our whole relationship at risk by accidentally wearing your shirt," Kurt said with a frustrated sigh, he just remembered that it was also the reason he had to go to detention today.

"Oh... well I left you a note and it pretty much just asked if you wanted to come over my house this afternoon?" Blaine said a little sheepishly.

"Uh huh, sure it did," Kurt said "Blaine I've been on the receiving end of your notes for seven years, I'm positive that's not what it said, it probably went on about our love and how it will never die and how it- mmmm," Blaine shut Kurt up with a kiss to his lips.

Blaine pulled back to quickly, this was school after all and you could never be too careful about who was walking the halls in between classes.

"So as I was saying, would you come over tonight?" Blaine asked softly.

"Blaine it's a Friday night, I don't know if I can. I have a shit load of homework and I have detention," Kurt said.

"Oh... okay," Blaine said ducking his head.

"Oh c'mon, don't be like that, you know that I'm stressed at the moment," Kurt said, he could feel himself getting angry.

"Yeah, okay," Blaine said his gaze still focused on his shoes.

"Oh don't be such a baby! We haven't been together in ages so stop ruining this-"

"I'm not being a baby," Blaine said his head snapping up, "And that's why I want you to come over because I know we won't be able to be together for ages!" Blaine said his voice raising.

"Why are you yelling at me?" Kurt screamed.

"I'm not yelling. This is yelling!"

"I don't get why you're so mad!"

"I wanted this to be special! I wanted it to be perfect for you and obviously that's not going to happen!" Blaine yelled and stormed off down the hallway.

"Blaine!" Kurt yelled after him, "What are you talking about?" he screamed, but Blaine had rounded the corner.

"Damnit!"Kurt spun on his heel slamming Blaine's locker door shut and stormed down the hallway.

"Dad! I'm home!" Kurt yelled and walked straight up to his room not waiting for a response.

Kurt trudged up the stairs slowly, not only was he physically exhausted from his detention but he was emotionally exhausted ever since his fight with Blaine. All through the day Kurt tried to spot Blaine to ask him, what was going on, but he couldn't be found anywhere.

Kurt opened his door and walked in, he immediately felt a cool breeze on his face and he saw that his window was wide open. Kurt hurried over and closed it shut; he turned to his bed but stopped when he saw the single, red rose sitting on his table and attached to it was a small card.

Kurt sat on his bed and opened it.

Dear Kurt, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled. It's just that I wanted today to be special and I ruined it. If you still want to come over... you can. I Love you so much and I'm sorry.

Kurt sat on his bed... this not was nothing like Blaine's other notes. Kurt's brow frowned in confusion, he stood up and went to his bin on the other side of his bed and just as he expected there was a crumpled up piece of paper at the bottom. He pulled it out and read.

My dearest one and only love, I love you so much, I know that you have been stressed and we haven't been together in a long time but I would be honoured if you were to come to my house tonight, my parents are out of town and we can be together all weekend. I love you and I want today to be special for you because you're perfect. Have a good day my sweet, beautiful love. Yours forever, Blaine.

Kurt sniffed back his tears and he ran to the door and threw it open.

"Dad! I'm going to Blaine's!"Kurt yelled as he ran out the door.

"Be safe!" Burt hollered but Kurt could barely hear him as he ran down the driveway to his car.

Kurt's head was racing as he drove to Blaine's house. How could he be so stupid and get angry at Blaine? He loves him so much. He had yelled at him and hurt him and all Blaine wanted to do was make the day special for him and he ruined it.

Kurt pounded on Blaine's front door.

"Blaine!" he screamed, "Blaine, baby I'm so, so sorry! I love you!" Kurt yelled as he continued to pound, the door swung open by itself... must have been unlocked.

Kurt rushed inside, but he couldn't see anything it was pitch black. He waited for his eyes to adjust, when he got accustomed to the darkness he could see a coffee jar in the middle of the floor with a single white candle in it burning, but it wasn't the only one. There was a trail of them.

Kurt followed the trail of candles, they lead him up the stairs and onto the second level, he followed them until they reached the third floor, he followed them right up till Blaine's door.

Kurt stood outside Blaine's door, staring at it. The mood shifted almost immediately, he no longer felt the desperate need to say sorry to Blaine, now he only felt a desperate need for Blaine himself, he needs to see Blaine, to feel him, to have all of him and that's when Kurt realised this is what Blaine had planned since this morning. He had planned on giving Kurt a perfect day so they could share a perfect night together. At that moment Kurt had never loved Blaine more.

He didn't bother knocking; instead he twisted the handle and pushed inside. When he was inside he gasped. Everything in Blaine's room had been pushed to the sides and was encased by the darkness, in the centre there was Blaine's bed surrounded by a ring of roses. Coffee jar candles covered the floor and made a single path to the bed, where Blaine was sitting.

Blaine lifted his head and locked eyes with Kurt.

"I thought you wouldn't come," Blaine said softly and in the flickering candle light he could see there were tears filling them.

"Blaine, I love you. I will always come when you ask me to," Kurt said softly, he slowly moved towards Blaine following the path that the candles made.

"I'm sorry," Blaine whispered when Kurt knelt on the bed.

"So am I," Kurt said softy, running his hand through Blaine's curls and cupping his cheek.

"Kurt, I love you."

"I love you too."

"Is this," he gestured at the candles and roses with one hand, "why you wanted today to be special?" Kurt asked softly as he sat on the bed.

"No.... I wanted today to be perfect, so you would never forget it, so you'll always remember tonight." Blaine said with a sad smile.

"Blaine, as long as I'm with you it will be, you make everything perfect because to me... You are perfect... You're all I could ever want, you're all I'll ever need," Kurt whispered and he leant forward placing soft kisses to Blaine's lips.

"I love you so much," Blaine said in between kisses.

"I love you too," Kurt said as he started to deepen each kiss.

Blaine moaned in the back of his throat and gripped Kurt's hips pulling him closer. Kurt snaked his hands into Blaine curls and tugged him back so he could talk.

"Blaine," he panted looking into his boyfriend's eyes, seeing nothing but adoration, "Make love to me."

Blaine looked Kurt in the eyes for a moment longer and nodded, he always thought the line was silly and he laughed whenever he had heard it in the movies but as Kurt said it in his breathy voice, well... Blaine now has a new favourite phrase.

He stood up pulling Kurt with him and started undressing the taller boy. Blaine unbuttoned his cardigan and pushed it off Kurt's shoulders, he leant in for a deep kiss as he started to untuck Kurt's (Blaine's) shirt from the waist of his jeans. Blaine broke the kiss and pulled the shirt up and over Kurt's head, letting it fall to the floor. Blaine started to pull off his own shirt but Kurt stopped him and reached for it himself.

When they had both been undressed by one another, Blaine tilted his head up and caught Kurt's lips with his own, Kurt's arms slid around Blaine's bare shoulders pulling him closer. Blaine gripped Kurt's naked hips and surprised the taller boy by lifting him up and laying him on the bed. Kurt shuffled to the centre of the bed, and Blaine followed eagerly not breaking the kiss.

When they pulled away they were both gasping and feeling light headed, Blaine let his lips trail down Kurt's jaw and neck sucking and grazing the soft skin with his teeth, Kurt was about to pull Blaine up for another kiss but Blaine's lips trailed even further down Kurt's body sucking his collar bone.

Kurt began to whimper at the feel of Blaine's soft, wet lips. Blaine took this as encouragement and kissed a trail to one of Kurt's nipples; he took it in his teeth and sucked hard. Kurt moaned at the pleasure he felt and bucked his hips upwards, his erection hitting Blaine's stomach; Blaine put a hand on Kurt's hip to stop him from moving.

"Shhh, baby, I'm trying to memorise you."

Kurt groaned at Blaine's words and the sound of his voice, so deep and husky. Blaine's lips let go of Kurt's nipple and his tongue licked a trail to his navel and plunged itself inside. Kurt squirmed and fisted his hands in the sheets, he never realised how sexual a belly button could be.

Blaine kissed and licked and nipped all the way down to the base of Kurt's cock and just when his boyfriend thought he was going to get some release Blaine moved to one of his thighs and started to lick again.

"Oh Blaine please," Kurt moaned, desperate for Blaine's mouth on his throbbing cock.

"Shhh Kurt, I want to memorise every last bit of you, I want to remember the taste of every part of you, I want to dream about your body for the rest of my life," Blaine said and continued.

Kurt groaned in relief when Blaine finally reached his ankles and travelled back up towards his erection. Blaine looked up to see Kurt's eyes on him and he lowered his head and lapped at the pre-come that had already formed. Kurt sighed and gasped simultaneously, Blaine took one last lick and the closed his lips over the tip of Kurt's cock, sucking on the head and slowly inching more and more into his mouth.

"Oh, Blaine, y-yes," Kurt moaned and fisted his hands in Blaine's curls pushing him down further and trying not to thrust up into his tight, wet, heat. Blaine's cock was literally throbbing at the sounds Kurt was making.

Blaine sunk lower and took all of Kurt into his mouth listening to his boyfriend's heavy moans. Blaine started to suck and swirl his tongue around the base of Kurt searching.

"Ahhh fuck yes!" Kurt yelled when Blaine ran his tongue along the vein on the underside of Kurt's cock. Found it, he thought to himself.

"Yes, b-baby, right there!" Kurt panted.

Blaine sucked firmly and pressed his tongue to the vein harder making Kurt gasp and scream. Kurt tugged Blaine's curls, warning him.

Blaine let Kurt slip out of his mouth with a lewd pop. He shuffled up the bed and pressed his lips to Kurt's, Kurt eagerly returned the pressure and thrust his tongue into Blaine's mouth.

Blaine groaned and dug his hand under one of the pillows that Kurt didn't have his head on. When his hand emerged again he was clutching a bottle of lube and a condom. He sat back in-between Kurt's legs and went to open the condom but a hand stopped him.

"No," Kurt gasped.

"What?" Blaine asked looking confused.

"No condom, j-just you, I don't want anything separating us. I just want all you, nothing else," Kurt said bending his knees upwards exposing all of himself to Blaine.

Blaine's hands dropped the condom at the mere sight of Kurt, so vulnerable, just waiting for Blaine to take him.

"Okay beautiful," Blaine said and he flipped the cap on the lube slicking up his fingers. He closed the lid and warmed the lube in his hand, slowly he circled a finger around Kurt's entrance, and Kurt moaned in anticipation.

Blaine pressed his finger into Kurt's tight ring of muscle; his boyfriend groaned and threw his head back into the pillow. He moved the finger in and out. When Kurt started to beg for more Blaine pushed another slick finger into him and moved them slowly, Kurt hissed a little at the pain.

"Sorry baby," Blaine said softly, bending down kissing the inside of Kurt's thigh.

"S'okay, just go slo- FUCK!" Kurt screamed when Blaine bent his fingers and brushed his prostate.

Blaine added a third finger while Kurt was distracted, he started moving them immediately and  kept rubbing that bundle of nerves that made Kurt scream.

"Blaine, yes, more," Kurt gasped.

Blaine added a fourth slick finger slowly and this time Kurt hissed loudly from the burn. Blaine slowed his movements and made them as gentle as he could. Pretty soon Kurt was pushing down on his fingers so Blaine sped up his thrusting. Blaine spread his fingers wide inside of Kurt stretching him good.

"Blaine I need, m-more, I need- oh god! I need you now!" Kurt panted thrusting back onto Blaine's fingers.

"Okay baby, okay," Blaine cooed and he slowly pulled his fingers out. Kurt cringed at the pain and loss of pleasure.

Blaine reached for the abandoned lube and slicked up his cock, his hands shaking in anticipation and nerves.

"Maybe it would hurt less if you were on your knees?" Blaine suggested to Kurt.

"No, I want to see you," Kurt whispered.

Blaine nodded his head furiously and moved up a little in Kurt's legs; shakily he put a hand on Kurt's hip.

"Hey," Kurt said softly and Blaine looked up and locked eyes with Kurt's, "Blaine, relax, I love you," Kurt said.

"I'm sorry it's just, I love you so much and now after seven years. We are finally going to be together, completely and I don't want to be... Bad or hurt you or-"

"Blaine, stop. I love you and we have been waiting for this moment for a long time... baby I trust you," Kurt said.

Blaine stared at Kurt for a moment before he positioned himself at Kurt's entrance and very slowly he pushed in.

Kurt gasped and his eyes fluttered close, Blaine moaned at the feeling of Kurt's tight heat and he only has his tip in. Blaine pushed in further but stopped when Kurt cried out in pain.

"Baby I'm sorry, I'll stop, I can sto-"

"No," Kurt gasped, "More, just slow," Blaine gave Kurt a few minutes to adjust.

When Kurt started to moan and was thrusting slightly, Blaine started to sink the rest of the way in and when he bottomed out he bent over gasping and the incredible feeling. Kurt's eyes were squeezed tight and Blaine had to remind himself to keep still while Kurt got used to the feeling.

"B-Blaine... move slowly," Kurt whimpered.

Blaine nodded and pulled out of Kurt halfway and the pushed back in slowly, both he and Kurt groaned at the feeling.

"Baby," Blaine gasped as he continued his thrusts, "You're so t-tight... so perfect."

Kurt began thrusting up trying to meet Blaine, Blaine took this as his queue and he sped up his pace. Blaine's thrusts were deep and powerful causing Kurt's head to thrash from side to side in the pillow and Blaine gripped his hips tighter, sure to leave bruises tomorrow.

"Blaine, harder? oh fuck, yes, just like that, yes, faster? Oh, God!"

"So good baby, s-so good."

Blaine started pounding into Kurt harder and faster, heat coiling in his lower abdomen, Kurt whimpered at the drag of Blaine's cock pumping in and out of him. Blaine gripped Kurt's hips tighter and helped him lift upwards. Kurt's moans were delicious and Blaine wanted to come right then and there

"Yes! Oh god, yes!" Kurt screamed incoherencies into the silent room that was filled only with the sounds of skin slapping against skin.

Kurt wrapped his legs around Blaine, forcing him deeper with the heel of his foot pressed to Blaine's lower back. Both boys were slick with sweat and causing sharp gasps and deep moans to erupt from each other.

"Yes, yes, yes! God" Kurt screamed.

"Oh, shit, Oh baby! Y-Yes! Kurt!"

Blaine pulled out of Kurt until only his tip was left inside, just as Kurt moved his legs higher, Blaine plunge back in and Kurt wailed.

Blaine had hit his prostate, the new angle was perfect, Blaine moved in and out hitting Kurt's prostate with every thrust.

"Blaine, I'm so c-close," Kurt whimpered.

"Me too," Blaine gasped leaning over capturing Kurt's lips in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue, they stayed this way until Blaine's thrust started to became erratic and Kurt's nails clawed at his back.

"Love you," Kurt whispered against Blaine's lips.

"Love you."

With one final thrust, Kurt's eyes squeezed shut and with a shout of Blaine's name he came all over his and Blaine's stomach. The feeling of Kurt tightening around his cock was too much for Blaine and he came inside of his Kurt screaming his name. Blaine continued his thrusts making both of their orgasms' last until they couldn't take it no more.

Blaine collapsed onto of Kurt, their sweaty bodies heaving together. As their breathing slowed Blaine sat up slowly and pulled out, Kurt winced at the loss.

Blaine kissed him on his forehead, and moved off the bed. Kurt  was about to protest but he heard a tap running in the bathroom and moments later Blaine returned with a warm damp cloth, he cleaned Kurt, then himself, he then tossed the cloth into what he hoped was his hamper on the far side of the room.  

Blaine lay back on the bed with Kurt, pulling the covers over the both of them. Kurt's eyes were closed but they flickered open and pulled Blaine closer.

"That was perfect," Kurt whispered softly, kissing Blaine's cheek.

"It was," Blaine agreed as Kurt nestled his head into Blaine's shoulder.

They lay together in silence, their breathing becoming synchronized just as the last candle was about to burn out and Blaine was drifting off to sleep when Kurt's gentle voice roused him.

"Can I as a question?"

"Yes baby, of course," Blaine said.

"What's with the candles in the coffee jars?"

Blaine chuckled, the movement bouncing Kurt's head.

"Well, we go for coffee almost every morning... It's like our thing and the candle is a symbol of our love... No matter how many times it blows out, flickers or gets dim... It can always light back up again... And the roses, in case you were wondering are because they represent passion and... Every Monday and Thursday your face moisturiser smells of roses and I think it's... Hot," Blaine finished shyly.

It was Kurt's turn to laugh, "you know my moisturising schedule?" Blaine nodded, and Kurt laughed again. "How did I find someone as romantic as you?" Kurt sighed.

"I guess we found each other because we knew we are perfect together."

"I'm glad we found each other."

"So am I."

"Blaine?"

"Yeah?"

"I am never going to forget that."

"Me neither baby, me neither," Blaine said and Kurt could hear the smile in his voice.

Blaine kissed Kurt's hair as the last candle burned out. Soon they were both asleep wrapped in each other's arms, enjoying their perfect moment together, knowing they had just shared something that will stay with them forever.