Kurt woke early in the morning to a warm arm around his waist, soft chest hair tickling his chin, a heavy but comfortable leg on top of his thigh and gentle breaths blowing his hair.

Kurt sighed happily, relishing in the warmth of Blaine and of the sunlight spilling in from the huge open window. He kissed Blaine's chest softly and started untangling himself, ignoring his boyfriends sleepy protests he slid down and out of Blaine's arms and off the bed, he walked to collect his clothes off the floor. Kurt winced when he bent over, he didn't realise that the pain would be this intense, every time he took a step he could feel the burn, but every time he felt the burn he was reminded of how it was Blaine who made it and he smiled at the thought.

Kurt was going to tug his jeans on but he really didn't feel like squeezing into them at this moment, instead he picked up Blaine's jeans putting them on instead. Kurt walked across the flower petals and past the coffee jar candles and made his way to the bathroom door, chucking the clothes around the corner and into the clothes pile that Kurt new was always on Blaine's floor.

He walked back around the bed and stopped, Blaine's bare back was exposed and Kurt could see long red Lines travelling down his boyfriend. Kurt grimaced as he realised it was he who had put them there last night , silently Kurt headed for the door that lead to the hall, he reached the door turning the handle carefully trying not to make a sound. He opened it silently, giving Blaine one last loving look and stepped out into the hall.

Blaine woke up and breathed in deeply, he could smell Kurt all around him, but he could feel only empty sheets. Blaine cracked and eye open and was greeted by an empty bed. He sat up slowly, looking around his room for Kurt, but he was nowhere in sight. Blaine stretched and slid out of the bed, he looked over the petal covered floor in search of his clothes but all he could see was his shirt Kurt's clothes and his jeans were nowhere to be found.

Blaine began to panic.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God, what happens if I wasn't good in bed and he left! Oh shit I was bad! I hurt him! Seven years of anticipation and I couldn't even do it right!" Blaine's rambling grew faster as he rushed to his huge wardrobe and pulled out a pair of tracksuit pants and didn't even bother with a shirt. He rushed to the door avoiding the jars and hurried through it.

Blaine swiftly climbed down two flights of stairs, when he was on the first floor he was about to call out for Kurt but he paused when he heard music coming from the kitchen.

Blaine walked through his living room, past his dining room, and entered the door that lead to his kitchen.

When he walked in Blaine stopped dead in his tracks, standing at the stove was Kurt in nothing but Blaine's jeans shaking his butt to Adam Lambert's Fever. Blaine had never seen anything so sexy and he could feel his morning arousal growing harder.

"Kurt!" Blaine called over the music, Kurt spun around spatula in hand.

"Blaine, you're up! Did I wake you, I'm sorry I just was going to make us some breakfast," Kurt said as he turned the music down.

Before he could speak again Blaine rushed forward grasping Kurt's hips and crushed their lips together. Kurt yelped a little in surprise but relaxed into the kiss after a few moments. When they were both dizzy and in need of air, Blaine pulled back and rested their foreheads together panting.

"What was that for?" Kurt asked breathing heavily.

"My way of saying sorry for being an idiot," Blaine said with a small smile.

"What?"

"Well... When I woke up this morning and you weren't in bed and your clothes were missing I thought that maybe... I was bad at sex or something and you... Left," Blaine said ducking his head.

"Blaine!" Kurt said smacking his bare chest, "I would never leave you because you're bad in bed- which you aren't, but still I would never leave you. Period," Kurt said seriously.

"I hope so," Blaine said trying to pull Kurt back into his arms.

"Uh ah! No you don't mister, go set the table while I finish breakfast," Kurt said waving his spatula.

"No," Blaine groaned in protest trying to place a kiss on Kurt's lips but ended up missing as Kurt ducked under his arms and moved towards the stove, the was a slight but noticeable limp in his walk.

"Blaine, no! Go set the table... now," Kurt said playfully.

"I don't want to," Blaine pouted sticking his bottom lip out, "I want to stay with my beautiful boyfriend and ravish him all day long and maybe have some sex too."

"Well," Kurt said turning to face Blaine, unbuttoning his (Blaine's) jeans letting them pool around his ankles exposing his erect cock, "if you are going to have sex with me all day today over and over again you're going to need your strength, now take your clothes off and set the table... I have decided that we're going to have a nude day," Kurt said and turned back to the frying pan on the stove trying to conceal his blush, did he really just say that?

Blaine just stood there too stunned to move, he was also too focused on the bruises that were on Kurt's hips, five little round bruises on each side. Blaine shivered knowing that it was he that had marked his boyfriend and he was the only one that would ever be able to see it. So fucking hot!

It was only when Kurt looked over his shoulder and told Blaine to "move his sexy ass" did he strip off his pants and head to the dining room with plates and cutlery.

"Mmm, God baby, so good!" Blaine moaned.

"You like that?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah, I don't know how you do it, but these are the best scrambled eggs I've ever tasted!" Blaine exclaimed.

"I'm glad you like them," Kurt said with a bashful smile.

Blaine smiled in return and dug back into his breakfast which consisted of bacon, sausages, eggs, fruit, toast, English muffins and hash browns. Blaine was really enjoying the day so far and it wasn't even eight o'clock. He and Kurt were both sitting at the dining room table naked, filling up on a delicious breakfast because they both know they were going to need their strength today.

Kurt had decided that last night was the most beautiful, most romantic, most perfect night of his life and he had enjoyed Blaine making love to him more than he had ever enjoyed anything.

But that was last night and although he is incredibly glad that last night had been so special... Well today he wants to be fucked.

Truly fucked.

Kurt had already finished his breakfast and was watching Blaine scrape his plate clean as he sipped his coffee.

"Kurt, that was amazing."

"Like I said you're going to need your strength," Kurt said with a wink, he collected their plates and took them to the kitchen where he dropped them into the sink.

"So my dear, what exactly did you have in mind?" Blaine asked slyly, resting his hands in the edge of the kitchen bench and leaning backwards giving Kurt an amazing view of his body.

Oh two can play that game, Kurt thought.

"I figure that after you finished fucking me on this bench," he said running his fingers over the hard granite bench top, "you could take me to your room and fuck me on the rose petals. Then I want to get into your bed and you are going to fuck me into the mattress numerous times for the rest of the day. Pretty much Blaine I want you to fuck me so hard and fast that I won't remember my name, even though you'll be screaming it. Blaine I want to be screaming your name, I want to do it all day so I won't be as to walk for a week, I want your cock in me at all times today,"

Blaine's jaw was hanging open slightly, he was sure that he had misheard Kurt, but when his boyfriend walked over to the granite table, hopped up and exposed himself on his hands and knees Blaine knew it was going to be a great day.

Blaine climbed up onto the counter behind Kurt and he ran his fingers down the length of Kurt's back until he was cupping his ass. Kurt moaned when Blaine started to squeeze his cheeks, kneading them with his fingers.

Without warning Blaine pressed two spit slicked fingers inside of Kurt's tight hole. Kurt screamed Blaine's name and started pushing back on the fingers. Blaine pumped them in and out stretching Kurt. Even though Blaine knows that Kurt wants to be fucked hard, he doesn't want to hurt him anymore than he has to.

Kurt's arms began to shake as Blaine brushed his fingers over Kurt's prostate.

"Yes, more! Give me more!" Kurt demanded and Blaine was worried by how seriously turned on he was right now.

Blaine gripped Kurt's hip tighter and pushed a third finger in and scissored all three of them, making Kurt gasp and mewl. Blaine stopped scissoring and started pumping again, causing Kurt to buck into the empty air below him.

"Yes! That's enough, just fuck me... now!" Kurt begged he needed more and he needed it now.

"But baby I've only put three fing-"

"Blaine, please! Fuck me!" Kurt begged again, dropping his head on the counter and pushing his ass up higher.

Blaine gulped;  he slowly pulled his fingers out and gently caressed his boyfriends ass.

"Shit!" Blaine swore suddenly.

"What?"

"The lube is in my room, two flights of stairs away. How am I supposed to fuck you without- oh yes, fuck, yes!" Blaine was cut off mid rant as Kurt had spun on his knees, placed his hands on Blaine's hips and sunk his mouth down on his cock, sucking and swirling his tongue coating Blaine with his spit.

Kurt's lips slid off Blaine, a single trail of saliva trailed from his lips to his boyfriends cock, when Kurt's eyes flickered up to Blaine's he could see how dark and lust blown they were, so without words be spun back around and resumed his original position.

Blaine pressed a kiss to Kurt's ass cheek and sighed, "You'll be walking funny tomorrow babe... I promise."

Kurt moaned and pushed his ass up in the air begging Blaine to fuck him. Blaine grabbed Kurt's hips and lined them up with his erection.

The tip of Blaine's cock pushed against Kurt's tight muscle and started to sink in. Blaine was going to take it slow but then he remembered Kurt's wish... He wants to be fucked... Hard.

Blaine pushed in harder and in one stroke he bottomed out. Kurt screamed Blaine's name, his arms shaking beneath him, barley able to hold him up.

Blaine pulled all the way out and before Kurt could protest, he snapped his hips forward again, the tip of his cock hitting Kurt's prostate. Kurt screamed in pleasure.

"Yes Blaine! Harder! Fuck me faster!" Kurt screamed.

Blaine's hips moved faster and harder plunging deep inside Kurt, hitting his prostate every time.

"Oh yes! Yes! Harder!" Kurt screamed.

Blaine was getting worried about how hard he was fucking Kurt, but Kurt seemed to want more so Blaine willing obliged.

"You're perfect baby, so tight," Blaine whispered and bent over kiss a trail up Kurt's bare, sweaty back.

"I love you Blaine, you...make me so full," 'Kurt panted, arching his back to the feel of Blaine tongue.

"I love you," Blaine whispered back and kept trailing his kisses along Kurt as he removed a hand from Kurt's bruised hip and ran it down Kurt's side until it reached his swollen, throbbing cock.

"Last night baby, I made you come from just my cock, but today I'm going to make it easier for you," with those words Blaine grasped Kurt's cock firmly in his hand and started pumping roughly. Kurt moaned and started to buck into Blaine's hand as Blaine sped up his thrusts into Kurt's ass.

"Yes!" Kurt moaned, his breath was coming in hard gasps and he could feel his lower stomach heat up, his toes started to curl and his thighs began to shake with his oncoming orgasm.

"Fuck yes- Blaine, I'm going- I'm going to- Blaine!" Blaine caught Kurt's come in his hand as it shot out of him.

Blaine continued to stroke Kurt through his orgasm, until he came shortly after, filling Kurt up with his come.

Kurt fell forward onto the bench, his overheated stomach hit the cold surface and he hissed at the shock.

Blaine stayed on his knees, pulling out of Kurt slowly.

"Baby," Blaine said gently stroking Kurt's hair, "you're lying in your own come."

Kurt shot up and looked at his stomach; sure enough there was a white sticky mess all over it.

"Eww," Kurt said trying to get off the table.

"No," Blaine said and he stopped Kurt from getting down.

Kurt looked at Blaine with a confused expression, but when his boyfriend dipped his head and started to lick come off of his stomach Kurt could feel he was starting to get hard again.

When Blaine was done he licked his fingers clean and gave Kurt a sweet kiss, Kurt dipped his tongue inside Blaine's mouth and moaned at the taste if himself. He was definitely getting hard again.

"Let's go," Kurt said hoping down off the table a little unsteadily.

"Go where?" Blaine asked following his boyfriend.

"Don't you remember?" Kurt asked in a seductive voice, "I said I wanted you to fuck me all day, so hurry up. There is a perfectly good floor that's not being used in your room," Kurt said with a wink and he hurried up the stairs.

Blaine stared at his boyfriend's naked ass for a moment before he followed him eagerly.

This was going to be an amazing day.

Kurt lay in Blaine's arms they were both in a clean pair of Blaine's tracksuit pants and a clean t-shirt, the nude day had stopped when the temperature suddenly dropped and both boys started to freeze their ass's off... literally.

They were snuggled up under a blanket together watching Aladdin singing alone to "A Whole New World", Kurt being Princess Jasmine and Blaine taking up Aladdin's vocals.

What had happened during the day was a lustful haze, Kurt had gotten his wish and he had been fucked, truly fucked and he loved it. The feeling of Blaine pounding into him again and again, stroking his cock, capturing his moans with kisses, it was the one of the best days of Kurt's life.

But even after he and Blaine had had all that sex and they were together fully connected as one, nothing could compare to the gentle way in which Blaine kisses kurt's forehead or how no matter what, he always tries to make Kurt comfortable even if it puts him in an awkward position. Like now for instance, they are cuddling together on the lounge but Kurt is sitting on two plush, bed pillows to try and help with the ache in his ass. Blaine is squashed into the corner of the lounge but if he's uncomfortable he's not saying anything.

Kurt sighed when the end credits began to role.

"A beautiful thing," Blaine whispered.

"What is?" Kurt asked lying down in Blaine's lap.

"To marry for love and only love, to not have people tell you that you can't marry a person because they aren't right for you, that they're wrong for you."

Suddenly Kurt had the feeling they weren't talking about Aladdin any more.

"Yes it is a beautiful thing... and one day it will happen," Kurt said stretching up to cup Blaine's cheek.

"I really hope so," Blaine whispered bending down and placing as soft kiss on Kurt's lips.

They stayed that way until the credits finished. Blaine pulled back gently and looked at the clock. It was five thirty and Kurt had to leave by six.

Kurt had called his Dad before Blaine had woke up and Burt said he was okay with Kurt spending the night but a weekend together was pushing it.

"Baby," Blaine said gently, "its five-thirty."

"No, don't tell me that, no it can't be!" Kurt said in an annoyed huff, sitting up.

"Yeah it is."

"But I don't want to leave," Kurt said sadly and he knew he was over reacting but this has been the most amazing, most memorable thing he has ever done and he wants it to last forever.

"I don't want you to leave either but I also don't want to be shot by your Dad," Blaine said seriously causing Kurt to laugh.

"Don't worry baby, I'll protect you," Kurt said sitting up shifting so he was straddling Blaine's lap.

"I believe you," Blaine murmured against Kurt's lips as he kissed them softly.

"Okay," Blaine said pulling back, "so how about we just do this until it's six?"

"Hmmm why not? It's not as though I'm doing anything else," Kurt said in pretend boredom.

Blaine smiled up at his boyfriend, "Well then, let me entertain you Mr Hummel."

Blaine pulled Kurt's head down and crushed their lips together in a heated kiss, Kurt moaned into Blaine's mouth as he traced his tongue along Kurt's bottom lip.

They stayed this way until it was time for Kurt to leave, Blaine walked Kurt to his car and kissed him goodbye, luckily the maids had shown up at lunch time and they had found Kurt jeans when the boys weren't having sex, they had put them through the wash so he could wear them home and he had simply borrowed one of Blaine t shirts (one that doesn't have Blaine's name sprawled across the back). Blaine didn't want it to be the end of their perfect weekend but he understands that Kurt has to go.

"I love you!" Blaine called to Kurt as he drove out the driveway.

"I love you too!" he heard a beautiful voice call back to him. Blaine smiled and walked back up to his house his eyes never leaving the black navigator turning out onto the road.

"Dad? I'm home!" Kurt called when he walked through the door.

"Hey kid!" Burt called, "we're in the dining room!"

Kurt stomach rumbled at the thought of food, having at least ten amazing rounds of sex with your boyfriend tends to make you hungry.

"Hey everyone," Kurt said as he half walked, half limped to the table.

Burt's eyebrows shot up when he saw Kurt walking, his mouth opened and he was about to say something but he stopped himself. Kurt took his usual seat across from Finn, trying not to wince as his ass hit the hard cushion.

"Sup bro?" Finn asked momentarily looking up from his plate.

"Not much," Kurt said shrugging.

"Where were you last night?" Finn asked but before Kurt could explain he continued.

"'Cause when I got home, I thought you were like stuck at school or something but then  Burt was like 'he's gone to Mercedes' house' and I was like 'oh cool'," Finn finished his recap of last night's conversation and returned to his food, not needing any further comments. Kurt was just grateful that his Dad had come up with a good lie.

"Here you go sweetie," Carole said emerging from the kitchen with an empty plate and setting it down in front of Kurt who took it eagerly.

"Thanks Carole, this looks wonderful," Kurt said throwing her a smile.

She smiled in return as Kurt started pilling his plate high with steak, peas, beans, mashed potato, pumpkin, gravy and a bread roll. Burt's mouth hung open in shock as he watches his son devour his food.

When Finn had finished he excused himself and took his plate into the kitchen, then retired to his room for the night. Finn had gone but Kurt still remained, Burt and Carole were sitting in their seats watching the slim boy finished his second steak that was doused in gravy.

When Kurt took his last bite he wiped his mouth with a napkin and lent back in his chair stretching.

"Kurt, honey are you okay?" came Carole's concerned voice.

"What?" Kurt said breaking out of his stretching to look at her, "yeah I'm great, I'm amazing, I'm... God-I don't know I just... I feel really good!" Kurt exclaimed sitting forward in his chair.

"Okay that proves it," Burt said to Carole.

Carole shook her head and replied, "Uh ah, now we don't necessarily know what he feels good about we just know-"

"That he feels good, really good," Burt interjected.

"Excuse me but what are you talking about?" Kurt asked his Dad and Carole.

"Kurt," Burt said shifting his seat to face his son, "Did you and Blaine have-"

"No, no, no, wait until I leave the room," Carole said quickly, standing up and grabbing all the plates and heading to the kitchen, as she walked through the door she sent a sly wink to Kurt over her shoulder.

"Anyways... Did you and Blaine have sex at his house last night?" Burt asked seriously.

Kurt blushed but he didn't hide it because he is proud of being with Blaine and he loves that they have shared themselves completely with each other.

"Yes," Kurt said looking his Dad in the eye, "Blaine and I shared ourselves with each other completely last night."

"Did he pressure you?"

"No."

"Did he treat you with respect?"

"Yes."

"Were you on the top or were you on the bottom?"

"Dad!" Kurt squeaked and blushed deeply.

"Sorry... umm, did he make it romantic... Rose petals? Candles?"

"Yes he had all of those."

"Good... did you do it more than once?"

Kurt didn't answer; Burt took his silence as a yes and sat back in his chair looking at Kurt intensely. For a fleeting second Kurt had an urge to call Blaine and tell him to run for the hills, but then suddenly Burt Hummel's face split into a grin.

"Well I'm happy for the both of you, I mean I don't like that fact that my little boy is all grown up... But I know you and Blaine love each other... so I'm happy," Burt said patting Kurt's hand and Kurt sighed in relief.

"Thanks dad," Kurt said softly.

"But in all seriousness, who was on top and who was on the bottom?" Burt asked again.

"Oh my God Dad you can't just ask questions like that!" Kurt exclaimed his voice squeaking.

"I just want to know if you're okay, I read the pamphlets and- don't look at me like that I had to make sure I was educated in case you have questions. But in the pamphlets they say that it is painful for the person, on the bottom, and that they will most likely to be... Sore for umm... A few days... And they say it's worse for... Virgins- but yeah I just want to make sure you're okay and you're not in pain," Burt finished rubbing the back of his neck like he always did when he was nervous.

Kurt felt a wave if love wash over him as he listened to his Dad. He always knew his father was the most amazing man in the world but the fact that Burt had educated himself on gay sex just in case Kurt had questions or in case he was sore or hurt, proved just how amazing he is.

"Dad... Thank you," Kurt said grasping his father's hand, "and to answer your question... Yes we did have sex more than once and I was the bottom every time, but it was my choice I wanted Blaine to make love to me," Kurt said, he didn't add the part about how he had also been the bottom when he asked to be fucked on a table, into the floor and on Blaine's bed multiple times but he thought leaving that out would be for the best.

"So you're okay?" Burt asked.

"Yes dad, I'm very okay," Kurt said with a smile.

"Well as long as you're good, I'm good," Burt said and he stood squeezing Kurt's hand one last time then he walked into the living room to watch whatever sports game was on at the moment.

Kurt sighed and sunk lower in his chair, just as he was about to stand up the kitchen door burst open and Carole hurried in pulling a chair up next to him and leaning in close.

"Oh my gosh Honey! Tell me everything! Was it sweet and romantic? Was he gentle? Did it hurt? How Times did-"

"Carole!" Kurt said in shock.

"What? Oh c'mon Honey, I'm a girl! I need to know these things," she said and burst into a fit of giggles.

For the rest of the night Carole and Kurt sat in the dining room discussing the previous night in hushed voices and muffled giggles. Sitting there with Carole, Kurt felt something he hadn't felt in a long time... he felt like he was talking to his mom again.

Sunday was a slow day for both boys, they didn't see each other but they did talk on the phone for hours.

Kurt used Sunday as a time to catch up on all his overdue homework. Blaine used Sunday as a time to figure out how he could get the jocks to lay off Kurt.

When it was time for bed they called each other again, staying awake listening to the sound of each other's voice

"Blaine! Wake up sunshine!" called a way to chipper voice.

"Mont wanna go shool t'day," Blaine grumbled as sunlight poured in from his newly opened window.

"Get up honey the day is shining!" came the same chipper voice.

"No!" Blaine protested and he rolled onto his stomach and buried his face in his pillow. He moaned slightly to himself, his pillow smelt of Kurt.

There was a sharp gasp behind him. He rolled into his back and looked up at his mother's shocked face.

"What mom?" Blaine asked sleepily.

"Honey... Your back! What happened to it? Why is it all scratched up?" she asked her words were muffled from the hand that was covering her mouth.

"My back? What are you talking- oh, those... Umm well there is a very good explanation for those," Blaine said shyly, he gestured for his shocked mother to have a seat on his bed.

Annabelle sat down and stared at her son waiting for him to say something.

"Okay... Umm Kurt and I spent Friday night here," Blaine said awkwardly, "and while he was here we... We had... Sex... And umm Kurt kind of dragged his fingers down my back when he was Ummm... In the moment... I guess," Blaine finished awkwardly.

Suddenly Annabelle broke out into a fit of giggles.

"Mom?" Blaine asked looking concerned.

"Oh I'm sorry Snookums, it's just, I'm so happy for the both of you!" she practically squealed in excitement and Blaine rolled his eyes.

"Thanks mom," he said giving her a one arm hug that she returned eagerly.

"Okay I'm happy for you, but you have to get up and be ready for school," she said suddenly switching back into the role of a mother trying to get her child out of bed.

Blaine groaned in protest and flopped back onto his pillows.

"Leave me alone," he said with a yawn.

"Get up! So I can go to bed, your father and I are very tired, our plane only landed a few hours ago, the sooner you go to school the sooner we can sleep," she said pulling his covers off ignoring his hisses at the cold.

"And," Annabelle continued, "the sooner you get up... The sooner you'll see your lover," she whispered suggestively but the effect was ruined by a burst of giggles.

"Kill me now!" Blaine whined and he shot up out of bed to go get dressed and ready.

Kurt walked into Glee Club on Monday afternoon with a spring in his step... but he still had a slight limp in his walk, he tried to hide it as best he could but he was still so sore.

"Hey Kurt," Mercedes greeted him as he walked up to the seat in the top rafters.

"Hi 'Cedes," Kurt waved and took his seat, trying not to wince.

"Okay now that Kurt's here let's talk about sectionals!" Mr Schuester said excitedly receiving a cheer from the club.

"Okay, settle down everyone," Mr Schue said and everyone calmed themselves, "this year for sectionals I want to give everyone a chance to sing... So we are going to have auditions... for a solo!" he exclaimed receiving and even bigger cheer.

"Mr Schue this isn't fair!" Rachel protested.

"Oh shut up, you get every solo let someone else have a turn," Santana said and was backed up by a murmur of agreement.

"Fine! But this is ridiculous seeing as I am an award winning soloist-"

"Oh my God! You give her one solo and she won't shut up about it," Mercedes complained and the Glee Club laughed.

"Come on guys, be nice, besides who knows Rachel might actually win the solo, but you just have to make sure you give it your all and try your hardest!" he encouraged the club.

"Don't worry Mr Schue, I most defiantly will be," Rachel said crossing he arms and sitting back in her chair.

"Okay guys let's work on our group number," Mr. Schue instructed.

For the rest of the meeting Kurt danced around mindless thinking about his solo audition, but in the back of his mind he couldn't stop thinking about the feel of Blaine in him. He feels like a Crack Whore, but instead if being addicted to a drug, he is addicted to Blaine's cock. He needs Blaine bad and it's only been two days without him. That was when Kurt decided that tonight he would call him tonight, so Blaine could sneak over and make love to him.

"Have I ever told you that you taste delicious?" Blaine asked a he licked Kurt's collar bone.

"Oh only once or twice," Kurt said trying to keep the needy whimper out of his voice but not succeeding, Kurt and Blaine are currently lying in Kurt's bed with the stereo pumped up. Shirts have been tossed to the floor so bare chest can press together and pants have been pulled down along with briefs so erections can create blissful friction.

"Well you do," Blaine said rocking his hips slowly; Kurt's fingers tangled into Blaine's curls pulling him up for a proper kiss.

Their mouths crashed together as their hips slid in Pre-come against one another. Kurt moaned into Blaine's mouth and he started thrusting his hips upwards, Blaine groaned and squeezed his eyes shut trying not to come.

"Having trouble baby?" Kurt asked in fake innocence, as he smirked at Blaine.

"No," Blaine lied, his breath hitching in his throat and Kurt dragged a hand down Blaine's back to rest on the curve of his ass, a finger slowly tracing Blaine hole.

Kurt smirked again as Blaine shuddered, "It looks like you're having a lot of trouble babe, can I help in any way?" Kurt asked in a voice that sounded like genuine concern.

"Yeah you can," Blaine panted, "you can lay still and take what I give you,"

"Why don't you make me?" Kurt said with a wink.

At those words Blaine grabbed both of Kurt's hands with one of his hand pinned them above his head, he moved his jeans further down his thighs and straddled Kurt's legs and started to rock harder sliding his and Kurt dicks together. Blaine moaned at the friction his hips moving faster, with each and every thrust, causing his jeans to slip even further down his legs.

Blaine could feel a familiar sensation in his abdomen and he tightened his hold on Kurt's hands.

"You're so perfect," he panted into Kurt's mouth.

"No you are," Kurt gasped, moaning at the the feel of Blaine.

The music was loud and their moans filled their ears so they didn't hear the knock on the door, as it swung open to reveal Finn and Puck. Finn who has a paper cut in his finger, head facing down as he examined it Puck was also looking at it as he started to talk.

"Hey Kurt, do you have a bandaid?  Finn cut himself on the stupid comic book-WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" Puck screamed as he looked up and took in what was happening; he saw Blaine on top of Kurt pinning his hands down, kissing him, trapping him, thrusting on him.

"FINN! PUCK!" Kurt and Blaine both screamed, Blaine released Kurt's hands and scrambled to pull his jeans up, he only just managed to button them before he was pushed off the bed by a furious Finn.

"Finn stop! It's not what it looks like!" Kurt screamed zipping up his Jeans, he tried to race to Blaine but Puck grabbed him around the waist and held him back.

"Relax Hummel, this fucker won't hurt you again!" Puck said tightening his hold as Kurt struggled.

Finn reached down and picked Blaine up by the shoulders pushing him against the wall, squeezing his throat.

"YOU FUCKING SICK BASTARD!" Finn roared over the music, Blaine's face as turning red and he was struggling to breathe, he could barely hear Kurt's screams over the blood pounding in his ears.

"Stop! You're hurting him stop! Finn! Please! No you don't understand!" Kurt screamed.

Finn loosened his grip on Blaine's neck so he could breathe, "What did you do to him? Have you been raping him?"

"No," Blaine gasped.

"Don't fucking lie!" Finn screamed, he clenched his hand into a fist, pulled it back and snapped it forward again. The sound of flesh hitting flesh and Blaine's whimper was drowned by the loud music that was still playing.

"NO! BLAINE!" Kurt wailed and he started thrashing against Puck.

"Shit! Calm down!" Puck said trying to get a good grip on Kurt's bare chest.

"What did you do to him?" Finn yelled, and he hit again.

"No! Stop please! Stop! I love him!" Kurt begged; tears streaming down his face as he saw Finn punch Blaine three more times, once to the face and twice to the chest.  Finn and Puck looked mildly confused about Kurt's words but they brushed them off.

Blaine slid down the wall holding his sides, the pain was excruciating and he felt like he was going to pass out, he could feel blood trickle out of his nose and gather in his mouth.

"Stop it! Please! You don't understand! I love him I love him! Please! I LOVE HIM!" Kurt pleaded.

But Finn was too angry to listen.

Downstairs the front door opened as Burt and Carole walked through it arriving home after the grocery shopping.

"I'll put these in the kitchen," Carole said, but Burt's hand reached out and stopped her from walking away.

"Do you hear that?" he asked looking upstairs, Carole stopped and listened. There was music playing upstairs, but over the top of it were loud shrill screams.

"What's going on?" Carole asked Burt but before she could get an answer Burt's hand dropped the bag he was holding and he hurried up the stairs.

Burt reached Kurt's room, the source of all the noise, the door was already open and when he walked into he could see his son half naked being held around the waist by Puck. Kurt was screaming at Finn who was on the ground hovering over a half naked blood stained Blaine.

In his head all the pieces of the puzzle were falling into place and Burt realized what had happened... Finn and Puck had found out. Shit!

Burt saw Finn raise his fist and slam it into Blaine, before he knew what he was doing he rushed forward and dragged Finn up by the shirt.

"HEY! STOP!" he yelled and he pushed Finn onto the bed, he hurried to the stereo to shut it off.

"Let me go!" Kurt screamed as he finally squirmed out of Puck's grasp.

When he was free he rushed over to Blaine, falling to the floor and cradling the boys head into his lap making apologies and soft cooing sounds.

"Baby I'm so sorry, are you okay? Blaine? I'm so sorry,"

"What the hell were you two doing?" Burt bellowed at Puck and Finn

"What were we doing?" Finn asked in disbelief, "we were stoping that asshole over there," he said pointing at the shaking Blaine, "from raping your son!"

"He wasn't you fucking idiot!" Kurt shrilled.

"Kurt language!" Burt warned.

"Oh my gosh! Blaine honey, are you okay?" Carole asked as she came in through the door and hurried to Blaine's side helping Kurt sit him up.

"Mom what the hell? Why are you-"

"Go down stairs boy's," Burt said cutting Finn off.

"But-"

"Go down stairs, now!" Burt said firmly giving both Finn and Puck pointed looks.

Finn's mouth hung open as he watched Burt turn and help Blaine to stand up, giving the boy a gentle hug. Puck stood there watching them and he suddenly had a bad feeling. It was obvious that Finn wasn't moving so Puck tugged his arm and pulled him out the door.

"Baby are you okay?" Kurt asked cupping Blaine's cheek, looking at him through his tears.

"I'm fine, just a nose bleed," Blaine said gruffly and he let Kurt put an arm gently around his waist and lead him to the bed.

When they were both sitting on the bed, Carole emerged from Kurt's bathroom with a roll of toilet paper for Blaine's nose.

"Thanks," he muttered as he unravelled some.

"Boy's what happened? Kurt are you hurt? Burt asked pointing at the bruises on his hips that were visible when he was shirtless.

"Umm... No they are from... Umm intimate times between Blaine and me," Kurt said awkwardly.

"Oh okay... Umm just tell me what happened tonight," Burt said rubbing the back of his neck.

Kurt pulled his blanket up over Blaine's shoulders and began to talk.

"Blaine and I were in here, and we were in bed... Doing... stuff-we weren't having sex, but we went fully clothed either. We didn't hear Finn or Puck knock but next thing we know is that they are in the room and Puck's yelling  and Finn's yelling and Blaine and I are screaming and then Finn pushes Blaine off the bed and starts choking him over by the wall and I tried to stop him but Puck grabbed me and I begged them to stop, but Finn was just so angry and he started to hit Blaine and I begged them, but they wouldn't stop," Kurt said his voice cracking, "and it was only when you came in that they finally stopped," Kurt sniffed.

"Oh boys I am so sorry, Finn isn't usually a violent person, Blaine I am so sorry," Carole whispered.

"Its okay-" Blaine started to say but Kurt cut him off.

"No it's not! How dare he do that to you?" Kurt growled he was about to say more but Burt intervened.

"Kiddo I'm going to go talk to them, just calm down... I'm not going to justify what they did... but just think about what you would have done if you were Finn and you saw someone you care about in bed with a person that's been their number one tormenter for their whole life?" Burt said stroking Kurt's hair; Kurt didn't say anything, he just wrapped and arm around Blaine and rubbed circles on his back.

Burt sighed and gave Blaine's shoulders a gentle squeeze before he walked down stairs followed closely by a tearful Carole.

"Is this what it feels like?" Kurt asked in a soft voice when they were gone.

"Is this what, what feels like?" Blaine asked his voice sounded funny because of his blocked nose.

"Is this what you feel like every time you see me hurt? Is this the feeling you get- no it would be worse for you because you have to create the pain, but if this is how you feel every time... then I am so sorry baby. I felt so helpless like I couldn't do anything! No matter what I did or said... they wouldn't stop and I couldn't help you... I'm so s-sorry," Kurt whimpered and be burst into tears.

Blaine threw the blanket off his shoulders and wrapped an arm around Kurt's shoulders, whilst still holding the paper to his nose.

"Kurt its okay, I know you tried to stop them... Finn was just mad and he didn't understand," Blaine said trying to comfort Kurt.

"He should have hit me!" Kurt growled, "It shouldn't be you that gets all this shit,"

"No it should be me, if had hit you I would've killed him, even seeing Puck holding you like that made me want to rip his head off," Blaine told Kurt quietly.

"It's not fair, when they find out and I mean and when everyone finds out it's going to be you that cops everything, you'll get the worst of it because people already know that I'm the ‘stupid McKinley homo-"

"Don't call yourself that-"

"But it's true and they know that's who I am, but when you come out and when we tell them that we are together... They're going to be so cruel to you... And it's my entire fault!" Kurt wailed.

"Kurt, it's not your fault, you've done nothing wrong and I-"

"It is my fault, this secret bully thing was my idea from the start and I should never have suggested it!" Kurt's body started to shake with sobs; Blaine pulled the paper away from his nose noticing that it was no longer bleeding. He threw it into the trash can beside the bed and wrapped both arms around Kurt.

"If you never suggested it... then we would both have been living in hell and you would have been bullied by someone like Karofsky and you'd be dead! So would I! So don't you dare regret it," Blaine said firmly.

"I just w-wish it could b-be different, like I-In Aladdin," Kurt sniffed.

"Like you said Kurt... One day it will be, one day the world will accept us for who we are... But until then we just have to stick with each other and remember that there are people who love us," Blaine said softly placing a kiss on Kurt's forehead.

"You're so p-perfect!" Kurt sobbed and Blaine chuckled grimly.

"No I'm not Kurt, I'm so not perfect, if I was perfect I would be out and proud and I would be walking the halls as your boyfriend but I'm not, you're the one who's perfect, each and every day you stand up for who you are and you don't hide who you are... And I love you so much for that... I am so proud to be with you."

"I am p-proud but I'm s-scared and I hate b-being scared, I wish you could be w-with me every day, but I know I'm being s-selfish and  I don't deserve y-you!"

"Kurt, don't say things like that! We do deserve each other, because after everything this world has thrown at us we deserve love, we deserve happiness and we deserve the right to be together!" Blaine said kissing Kurt's hair.

"Why c-cant they accept us, Blaine? Why? I just w-want to know," Kurt cried into Blaine's shoulder.

"I'm sorry baby, but I don't have the answer, I wish I did... but I don't, all I know is that I love you and you love me and we can make it," Blaine whispered.

"Its not f-fair! We c-cant h-help who w-we are!"  Kurt sobbed becoming hysterical.

"Shhhh, baby," Blaine whispered rocking Kurt, drawing patterns on his bare back with his finger tips.

"I d-don't w-want them t-to win, I want us t-to win, when we are older and we a-are married with k-kids, that a-are named a-after Alexander McQ-Queen," Blaine laughed at this, "I w-want us to r-ring every p-person from M-McKinley High and t-tell them t-to fuck off!"

Blaine burst out into laughter and he could feel Kurt smile into his shoulder.

"I want to do that too... I like that you're thinking about our future," Blaine said softly.

"I know were only sixteen but I love you and maybe if you still love me we-"

"Kurt, I love you," Blaine said firmly, "I will always love you no matter what and I want you to know that, no matter what they do they won't be able to break us. Kurt, I. Love. You."

"I l-love you t-too," Kurt sobbed.

"So it's true," came a voice from the door way.

Blaine and Kurt both looked up at Puck who was standing in the door frame.

"What the fuck d-do you want?" Kurt sneered.

"Baby, shhh," Blaine cooed softly.

"I j-just wanted to see if Burt was telling the truth... I can see that he was," Puck said looking at the boys gripping each other like their lives depended on it.

"Fine, you said what you wanted to say now get out," Kurt snapped.

"That's not all I wanted to say," Puck said moving in closer, "I wanted to say sorry, to the both of you. I had no idea at all. Never in a million years would I have guessed and I just want to say that... Kurt I am so sorry for every time that I ever bullied you or called you a name or tossed you into a dumpster... I don't even know why I did those things... You didn't deserve them and I'm just so sorry... Blaine," Puck said looking at the curly haired boy, "we used to be Bros and I stopped being your bro because I became friends with Kurt, and I know that, that is so messed up but I'm so sorry and even when we were friends I used to make you do things to Kurt that were horrible and I can't even imagine what that must have felt like... This whole thing is so messed up and I just want to say again that I am so sorry," Puck finished.

"Me too," came a voice from behind him and Finn stepped into view, "sorry for everything Puck just said and for more- especially for what I just did... Blaine... I'm sorry I thought you were like assaulting Kurt and I just went crazy because... We'll don't freak out or anything but Kurt, I love you like I would love a brother and I thought you were trapped and I just reacted I knew you were telling me to stop but I couldn't all I could think about was how you were in trouble and I had to stop it and... I'm sorry Blaine... but I don't know, you have always been so mean to Kurt and I just don't see how this whole thing is even possible- but apparently it is so... Kurt I'm sorry for every bad thing I've ever done to you... I don't expect you to, but I hope that one day you can forgive me,"

The room fell into an awkward silence.

"I hope so too," Kurt said and he shifted closer to Blaine.

"You know what this means don't you?" Blaine asked the two boys, rubbing circles on Kurt's arms.

Finn and Puck nodded but didn't say anything,.

"You'll have to keep this a secret, nobody can ever know, you can't tell anyone and you can't change the way you act around us either. If you suddenly become my friend again people will get suspicious at the sudden change and they'll know something's up, you have to be the same people you always are... Except now you actually know what's happening," Blaine said looking at them making sure they understand. Both Finn and Puck nodded. Puck looked sad... but Finn was looking at Blaine as though he was waiting for something... maybe he was waiting for him to lash out and hurt Kurt or something.

"Okay... We will just go now...cya," Puck said feeling extremely uncomfortable and leaving, the room.

"I'm sorry for everything," Finn said one last time looking only at Kurt and he left as well, closing the door behind him.

Kurt and Blaine sat together staring at the closed door; they didn't move for several minutes, both digesting what had just happened.

They had been careless and forgotten to lock the door, they had been caught and now their secret is being shared by two other people. The both prayed to any form of God there is that both Finn and Puck will stay loyal to their word and they won't tell anyone.

Kurt shifted his weight, causing Blaine to rouse out of his daze; Blaine craned his neck to look over his shoulder at Kurt's alarm clock.

"Shit," Blaine swore quietly.

"What?" Kurt asked pulling back looking up at Blaine.

"It's almost seven... I should be getting home," Blaine said sadly.

"Oh... Okay," Kurt said leaning back down kissing Blaine's bare chest. They still hadn't put their shirts back on.

"Oh... Please don't," Blaine whispered.

"Don't what?" Kurt asked suck on Blaine's collar bone.

"That," Blaine said running his hand through Kurt's hair, "it makes me want to stay here when we both know I can't."

"Who says you can't? Dad will be fine with it, so will Annabelle if you just ask; it seems to me that you're the only one who wants to leave me... Do you want to leave me?" Kurt asked sucking Blaine's Adam's Apple.

"Never," Blaine hissed as he fell back onto the bed and Kurt followed. Kurt snuggled into Blaine's side nuzzling into his neck.

Blaine wrapped one arm around Kurt as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, he pressed a few buttons then put it to his ear.

"Mom?... Hi, I was wondering if I could stay at Kurt's tonight, it's just that something's happened... No Burt's okay his heart is fine it's just that, umm Finn and Puck found out about us... He kind of walked in on is kissing... Umm Finn got really angry and he hit me... No I'm fine I promise... Yeah Kurt took care of me... So can I stay?... Thanks so much, mom... I love you... Bye."

Blaine pressed the end call button and pocketed his phone.

"So you can stay?" Kurt asked quietly.

"Yeah, I can stay," Blaine whispered kissing Kurt on his hair and pulling the blanket up to cover the both of them.

Kurt hummed happily in response, "I think dinner would be ready by now, I can ask dad if we can eat up here, if you want?" Kurt suggested.

"Yeah, if you want," Blaine agreed.

"okay, I'll be back in a few minutes," Kurt sat up, picking Blaine's shirt up from off the floor and putting it on, he lent down and kissed Blaine softly on the lips, "I'm going to get you some ice as well... There's a faint bruise on your cheek, how are your ribs? Do they hurt?" Kurt asked concerned.

"No they don't hurt," Blaine lied, but Kurt gave him a knowing look, "Okay, fine they hurt a little- but only when there is pressure on them," Blaine said looking away.

"Blaine! I've been leaning on them for the past five minutes! Why didn't you tell me?" Kurt demanded.

"Because they are fine," Blaine said, "now go fetch me my dinner woman," he said with a smile and made a whipping sound.

"Excuse me; are you trying to imply that I'm whipped?" Blaine nodded his head eagerly with a bright grin, causing Kurt to laugh, "Well fine I may be whipped but so are you," Kurt declared.

"It's all good with me baby," Blaine said and he was rewarded with Kurt's tinkling laugh.

Kurt blew Blaine a kiss and disappeared out the door.

When Kurt entered the room again he had a plate of food in each hand and a tea towel filled with ice cubes dangling between his teeth.

Blaine shot up from the bed and hurried to take the ice and a plate off of Kurt.

"Thanks babe," Kurt said as he took a seat on his bed across from Blaine.

They settled into a comfortable silence and ate their dinner. Occasionally one would catch the other staring but they would just blush and return to their food. Even after seven years of being together Blaine and Kurt can still make each other blush with simple smiles and chaste kisses and that's how they know that they are in complete and utter love.

When they finished dinner Kurt quickly ducked down to the kitchen to return the plates, when he came back into the room Blaine was laying on the bed still shirt less but with the ice pressed to his cheek.

Kurt closed the door and walked to the bed.

"Here," Kurt said as he knelt on the bed, lying down to Blaine he took the ice into his hand and swatted Blaine's away, "let me do this," Kurt said pressing the ice more firmly to Blaine's cheek.

"Thanks," Blaine whispered, reaching his hand up and under Kurt's shirt, trailing his fingers over the smooth skin.

When the ice started to melt through the towel, Kurt got up off the bed emptying it in his bathroom sink and tossing the cloth in his hamper. Kurt returned to the bed to see Blaine's eyes shut and his breathing was deep and slow.

Kurt slid in the bed next to Blaine, smiling when the boy's arms came up and wrapped around him tightly. Together they fell asleep, hoping that tomorrow would be less eventful.

"Bye baby, I'll see you at school," Blaine said, he gave Kurt a quick kiss on the lips and walked out the door. He needed to go home and get ready for school, according to Kurt it is apparently sociably unacceptable to wear the same clothes again the next day so Blaine was forced to leave early.

"I love you," Kurt called from the door.

"I love you too,"

Kurt closed the door when Blaine rounded the street corner to go find his car. He walked into the dining room and was greeted by Finn's doubtful face.

"What?" Kurt asked as he took a piece of raisin toast from the large pile that had already accumulated on the table.

"Nothing... it's just so weird... I just- don't worry," he finished lamely looking down at his plate full of bacon.

"Listen," Kurt said to Finn waiting until he looked up, "I love Blaine, and he loves me. We have been this way for seven years and if you can't get used to it I don't care, but don't you dare go blabbing this about to everyone, we have worked way to hard for you or Puck to ruin it now," Kurt said with a glare.

"Now Kurt, play nice," Burt's voice came from the kitchen as he walked through the door frowning at a bowl of oatmeal.

"I thought you explained it to him last night," Kurt said smacking Burt's hand away as he reached for the sugar bowl.

"I did, and he said he understands," Burt replied, mixing the grey mush around with distaste.

"He is sitting right here and he can speak for himself," Finn said annoyed at the fact that they were ignoring him.

"Well by all means speak up," Kurt snapped.

"Look all I'm saying is that it's weird and it might be the truth but still I don't-"

"Might be the truth!" Kurt said incredulously, "what the hell do you mean, it might be the truth?"

"All I'm saying is that I don't like Blaine, I used to be friends with him but he has always been an ass to you so-"

"For God's sake Finn! That's the whole damn point! He is supposed to be mean to me; he is supposed to bully me so none else will! Why can't you understand that its part of the plan?" Kurt yelled.

"Yeah well it's a stupid plan!" Finn yelled back, he has no idea why he is getting so angry.

"It may be a stupid plan but it's been working for the past seven years! And if you don't like it then maybe you should start bulling me again huh? Let's see how well that goes down with Blaine? Because I know for a fact that if you- or any one, were to ever lay a finger on me he would kick your ass!" Kurt screeched.

"Yeah well he wasn't so tuff last night!" Finn yelled back.

"Screw you! I don't know why you're acting like this! But when we go to school today if you let anything slip I swear I will murder you in your sleep! That is a promise!" Kurt stood up and marched out of the room, climbing the stairs with heavy stomps up to his bedroom.

"Well that went great," Burt said sarcastically as he reached over and stole Kurt's untouched buttered toast off his plate.

Kurt slammed his locker door shut, he hated Tuesdays, there was not one single class with Blaine the whole day and now he has to go to Glee Club and listen to everyone audition for the solo he has completely forgotten about while Puck and Finn stare at him, like they've been doing for the whole day. Now that Kurt thinks about it it's only Finn that has really been a problem... Pucks been weirdly sweet about everything, he even- Believe it or not- offered Kurt to help Blaine be a fake bully. Kurt hasn't decided as to whether he is going to take him up on the offer or not but it's still very sweet.

Around the corner Blaine slammed his locker shut with equal the amount of force as Kurt had. He has been having a shit day, he was in gym and he took his shirt off, the stupid dickheads that call themselves his ‘friends' had seen the fading scratched on his back and the bruises on his ribs and they assumed he had had rough sex with a girl. So for the entire day he has been listening to a bunch of idiots talk about how awesome girls' vaginas are. The only one that seemed to be as bored as he was was Karofsky.

"Hey sex machine!" called Justin, a Meat-Head football player.

"Fuck off," Blaine groaned.

"Oh c'mon, what's up? Don't like the sex as rough as it was?" another footballer, Dylan asked.

No I'd rather it be much rougher... Kurt likes it when it's rough; Blaine said to himself in his head.

"No I just don't want to talk about my sex life," he said out loud.

"Cheer up," Justin said as they turned the corner, "here watch this we'll make you laugh, c'mon Dylan," Justin waved Dylan to follow him through the crowd.

Blaine looked around confused he had no idea as to what they were about to do but he didn't think it was going to be very funny. The hall was almost empty as kids spilled out the doors in a rush to get home.

He just passed a group of giggling cheerleaders, when he saw him. Kurt was standing at the end of the hallway with his book in his hand trying to shove it into his bag. Blaine has a really bad feeling, four math nerds had just walked past him and out the door...now the hallway was empty.

Blaine was so focused on Kurt that he had lost sight of Justin and Dylan... where had they gone?

Kurt looked up and locked eyes with Blaine he gave him a warm smile and was about to say something when Dylan jumped out from the door next to Kurt scaring the shit out of him and pushing him backwards, Kurt would have been able to hold himself up, except Justin had just jumped out of the door on the other side sticking his foot out, catching Kurt's legs causing him to fall backwards and hitting his head on the hard floor.

Kurt screamed in pain, real pain as Justin and Dylan broke out into a fit hysterical laughter. Kurt groaned, and then when silent. Blaine's heart dropped to his stomach.

"Opps, sorry Fag maybe you should watch where you put your Butt-Fucked ass next time," Dylan sneered, and hi-fived Justin.

"Hey Blaine! We will see ya tomorrow," Justin called; they were both too caught up in their jokes to notice that Blaine wasn't smiling, he was actually in tears. Justin and Dylan rounded the corner and Blaine rushed to Kurt.

"B-Baby?" Blaine asked kneeling next to Kurt stroking his hair back waiting for the pale boy to open his eyes.

"Blaine?" Kurt asked, groggily, his eyes fluttering open.

Blaine sighed in relief and dropped his head to place a kiss to Kurt's lips, "B-Baby, I'm s-so sorry, I should've s-stopped them," Blaine sobbed, helping Kurt to sit up slowly. Kurt rubbed the back of his head and winced; he checked his hand and saw that it was blood free.

"Shhh, baby it's okay, I'm fine," Kurt said brushing Blaine's curls out of his eyes as he continued to cry.

"N-No its n-not," Blaine whimpered and hugged Kurt desperately.

"Blaine, its okay, please baby, calm down its okay," Kurt whispered rocking them slowly.

"I should b-be able to  p-protect y-you," Blaine stuttered, through his sobs, Kurt was about to try and calm him again but Blaine pulled away from the head, he place Kurt's bag in Kurt lap and wrapped an arm around the taller boys long legs and an arm around his back, picking him up bridal style.

Blaine walked quickly to the choir room, Kurt turned the handle and Blaine walked them over to the wall so Kurt could reach out and flick the lights on.

Blaine put Kurt down on one of the lower rafter chairs and dropped to his knees placing his head in Kurt's lap.

"Please Kurt please!" Blaine begged into Kurt's thighs.

"What baby?" Kurt asked confused.

"Can w-we please stop t-this please?" Blaine begged.

"Oh baby, you know I want to but now is not the time for this," Kurt said gently, he glanced at the clock... people would be arriving any time now, and they could not afford to be caught together again, especially when Blaine's in a state like this.

"Kurt, I love y-you please! I lov-ve you!" Blaine sobbed looking up into Kurt eyes.

"I love you too, but somebody will see us if we-"

"Please! I d-don't want to h-hurt you any m-more, I h-hate it, it feels b-b-bad!" baleen said, slowly becoming hysterical.

"I know it does, but baby we can't- oh shit that's them! Blaine you have to go! Blaine!" Kurt stood up and desperately tried to pull Blaine with him but Blaine stayed on his knees begging Kurt.

"Hey Kurt- whoa what's going on?" Mr Schuester asked as he walked in with the rest of the Glee Club.

"Kurt Please! Please!" Blaine begged, not even noticing the Glee Club.

Puck and Finn crowded around with everyone else, their faces masks of horror.

"Kurt! What the hell?" Mercedes demanded.

"Kurt is he hurting you?" Rachel asked, moving forward like everyone else.

Kurt's mind was racing, everyone started asking him questions, they were all getting closer and he has no idea as to what to do, through all the chaotic, question and yelling and Finn and Puck trying to do damage control by pushing people back, Kurt looked down. He looked down into Blaine's blazing, emerald, green eyes and he knew at that moment what he had to do... he has to comfort his boyfriend.

Kurt dropped to his knees in front of the whole Glee Club and crushed his lips with Blaine's, their tears mingled together as he wrapped his arms around Blaine's shoulders pulling him closer. Blaine's hands found Kurt's waist and pulled them together so Kurt was sitting in Blaine's lap.

The Glee Club went silent watching the two boys embrace.

"I love you," Kurt gasped when they pulled apart, and the Club gasped too.

"I love you too," Blaine said gently.

That was when all hell broke loose.