Kurt stirred behind Blaine a few hours later, lifting his head from the pillow and groaning as his face was hit with a flash of dazzling winter sunshine. He slumped back down, allowing Blaine to shield him for a moment before he too groaned as he began to wake. He rolled his body over to face Kurt and gave a soft, squinting smile.

"Forgot to shut the blinds." He murmured sleepily.

"Yup." Kurt chuckled, stroking a stray curl from Blaine's forehead. "It's still really nice to be waking up with you though."

"Couldn't agree more." Blaine grinned. "You hungry?"

"Ravenous." Kurt nodded enthusiastically.

"Sit tight - I'll see what I can rustle up." Blaine said, kissing Kurt on the end of the nose and dragged his body from the bedclothes. He snuck a quick glance behind him as he walked away, grinning cheekily when he noticed Kurt checking out his backside.

"What?!" Kurt giggled. "Couldn't help myself." He winked as Blaine wandered out of the room with a chuckle.

Kurt slipped off to freshen up in the bathroom while Blaine was pottering about in the kitchen, and when he returned Blaine was standing in the bedroom doorway with a stern look.

"I told you not to move." He said flatly, but Kurt detected the smirk behind his eyes.

"My bladder made me do it." Kurt protested.

"Ah ... and did it make you fix your hair and brush your teeth too?" Blaine laughed, running a hand through his own messy hair and grimacing. "I must look like shit now."

"You look adorable." Kurt smiled, moving closer to Blaine and wrapping his arms around him. "Always." He said, planting a kiss firmly on his lips.

"OK, well I doubt that, but you're very sweet. I'm just gonna ..." He gestured to the bathroom and Kurt nodded. "There's croissants, coffee and juice on the table."

"Yum." Kurt smiled, licking his lips and making his way over to the breakfast spread, breathing in the heavenly aroma of the freshly brewed coffee. He poured himself and Blaine a cup and shared the croissants between two plates.

Minutes later, Blaine was back and looking fresh as a daisy. He smiled down at Kurt in his chair and gratefully took the coffee he was offered.

"Come join me on the couch?" He said, stroking the back of Kurt's head lovingly.

"Sure!" He breezed, grabbing his breakfast and following Blaine across the room, unable to keep his eyes off his ass in those little silk boxers. He had slipped back to the bedroom and swiftly dragged on a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants from his overnight bag while Blaine was in the bathroom, and he now felt slightly overdressed.

Blaine yawned lazily and slumped into the corner of the sofa, grabbing a cushion and hugging it to his chest. He was obviously feeling somewhat self-conscious about how little he was wearing compared to Kurt too. He smiled bashfully at Kurt and reached for his coffee.

"So, are Dana and Josh expecting us at any particular time?" Kurt asked, taking a bite of a croissant.

"I don't think so ... mid-morning, maybe?" He glanced up at the art-deco-style clock on the wall. "So - about an hour or so? Wow ... I sleep really well when I'm with you."

Kurt blushed a little and smiled. "Likewise."

The two men sat in silence for a while as they ate their food.

"Blaine? Can I ask you something?"

"I'm all ears."

"Also, eyebrows." Kurt said without even thinking. Blaine raised the aforementioned brows in amusement.

"I'm not sure I, or my eyebrows, deserved that."

"Aww - it was a compliment, I swear. I love your cute, perfectly-triangular brows." Kurt laughed.

Blaine laughed again, almost spilling his coffee all over his legs. When he regained his composure he gestured for Kurt to continue. "You were saying ..."

"Oh, of course ... sorry ..." Kurt returned his empty plate and mug to the coffee table and twirled the tassle from Blaine's cushion between his fingers. "Well, you know what we did yesterday ... in the shower ..."

"I vaguely recall it, yes." Blaine nodded with a smirk.

"Well ... I just ... I'm not sure if you feel like things have progressed majorly, but I was kind-of hoping that we could still just take things slowly for a while."

Blaine shifted on the sofa and took Kurt's hand, and his brow furrowed with worry. "Oh my god, Kurt - did I make you do something you didn't want to yesterday?"

"What? Oh god, no ... it was amazing, Blaine. I think you could tell how much I wanted it ... and enjoyed it." He couldn't help but grin.

"Kurt ..." Blaine said softly. "Just because we had a rather lovely experience together in a shower doesn't mean that I'm expecting us to hump like bunnies from now on. I mean ... I'm pretty nervous about this whole thing too, y'know."

"I know ..." Kurt sighed. "I just haven't had a lot of experience so far, and I don't wanna ruin it."

Blaine took his hand. "You could never ruin it. Do you honestly think I care about how many guys you have or haven't been with before me?"

"Well, no of course not, but ..."

"But nothing, Kurt. Whenever and however things progress for us in this relationship, it's going to be ..." Blaine leaned in and brushed his lips against Kurt's and lingered in front of his face. "... Awesome."

Kurt gave a throaty laugh. "I'm sorry ... did you actually just say 'awesome'?"

"I did." Blaine nodded. "And I stand by it."

"Dork." Kurt laughed again, pushing Blaine's shoulders back and pinning him against his end of the couch. He leaned in to Blaine's smiling lips and ghosted over them, letting his tongue sweep very lightly over the soft flesh and being rewarded with a delicious moan. They kissed slowly for a few moments before Kurt sat back up. Blaine pulled a dejected face.

"Stop that. We're going slow, remember?"

"Fine." Blaine groaned, dragging himself up and onto his knees.

"So just out of interest, should we discuss our ... um ... pasts?"

"And by pasts, you mean ...?" Blaine smirked.

"Yes, Blaine - I would like to know how many guys have been in your pants." Kurt droned sarcastically.

Blaine laughed. "You first."

"Why me?!"
"Because you started it."

"Ah, but I also asked first."

"Nope, not gonna wash. You either spill first or we change the subject." Blaine insisted sternly.

Kurt rolled his eyes and let out a deep sigh. "Alright, fine ... what should we talk about instead?"

Blaine grabbed another cushion from the floor and hit Kurt around the head with it.

"Hey! Watch. The. Hair."

Blaine held up his hands apologetically and flashed his sweetest smile.

"OK, OK ..." Kurt said, straightening his hair. "Prepare to die a little inside on my behalf."

"Oh shush. Seriously though Kurt, if you don't want to talk about this, we really don't have to."

"Nope, I've started the pity-party now, so we may as well continue." Kurt said, and Blaine reached out and gently stroked his leg.

"I'm all ... eyebrows. Again."

Kurt laughed. "Alright, so ... when I was seventeen I was in this cheerleading competition for my school and I met this guy on a rival team, and we had a big fumbled mess of a weekend of three weird 'firsts', the last one being particularly painful and not at all enjoyable, and then he went back to Georgia and I never heard from him again."

Blaine splutted out a cough. "OK, so first crucial question - you were a cheerleader?"

Kurt nodded with a slight smirk. "I'm very flexible."

Blaine's eyes widened and he urged Kurt to continue.

"Thought you'd like that." He grinned. "But I'm afraid that's where my story ends. Nothing more to tell."

"About him?"

Kurt shook his head. "About anyone. I mean, I'd known I was gay for years, but no guy had ever sparked my interest or given me any reason to want to do that with them ... and to be honest it's been that way since Leon too. Rachel's set me up on a few of the most horrendous blind dates imaginable, but she clearly just wanted me to get laid, because the guys she chose were just ... ugh."

"Ugh?"

"Oh ... so 'ugh' ... like, majorly so. And then came you." He smiled gently. Blaine squeezed his calf and grinned back. "And now it's your turn. I'll bet you're such a stud."

Blaine laughed loudly. "Oh, far from it, believe me."

"I won't believe you until you prove me wrong."

"Alright." Blaine conceded with a chuckle. "OK, so there's been three."

"Three times, or three guys?" Kurt asked after a long pause.

"Oh - guys. The first was kind-of a friend of the family. Well ... more like a distant relative, I guess."

It was Kurt's turn to raise his eyebrows.

"Of Finn's, not mine. He's like, third cousin from a second marriage, twice removed - or something. Seriously Kurt, I'd say that you and I are probably more closely related."

Kurt laughed. "Hey, I'm not judging you, I swear."

"Well, good." Blaine nodded with a mildly-disbelieving raise of one eyebrow. "More coffee?" He asked breezily, rising and grabbing both mugs from the table.

"Sure." Kurt nodded, frowning as Blaine walked away. "Blaine? There's nothing to be ashamed of, you know. I don't suddenly think you're some incestuous creep or something."

"Really?" Blaine asked nervously from across the room, leaning against the wall and looking at the floor.

"Of course not. Get back over here, silly ..." Kurt said, his arms outstretched. "I'm getting cold and I need snuggles."

Blaine smiled sheepishly and sidled back to the sofa with the drinks. He set them on the table and sank into Kurt's arms on the sofa.

"So what happened with the very, very, very distant, not at all blood-related cousin?" Kurt said into Blaine's curls.

"Well ..." Blaine began slowly, angling his face around on Kurt's chest so that he could be heard clearly. "We'd met a couple of times at family gatherings, but the summer after high school ended Finn and I went to stay with one of his Uncles out west, cos he needed help fixing up this cruddy old boat he'd bought for next to nothing. Lots of Finn's family lived in the area, and they threw this big party to welcome us there ... and that's where Petey and I really got to talking for the first time."

"Aww ..." Kurt mused. "Blaine and Petey. Too cute."

"Should I continue, or ...?" Blaine huffed with a quirk of the eyebrows.

"Sorry ... shutting up." Kurt grinned.

"So, Peter and I just ended up bumping into one another for the next week or so, and pretty soon we wound up going to the movies together ... which turned into a dinner and a movie ... and then a day at the beach. And I guess we were inseparable after that for the rest of the trip."

"What did the family think?"

"No idea - the Hudsons are a pretty cool bunch, and they just let us get on with it, I guess. They already knew that we were both gay, and if they did have any problems with us getting so close, they certainly didn't show it."

"Wow ... so he was your first."

"Sure was. You beat me to it."

"Only by a year. And I'd like to bet you and he had more than three very meagre 'encounters' together."

"Uh, yeah ..." Kurt could feel Blaine's cheeks burning right through his t-shirt. "I guess I lost a few pounds that summer, if you catch my drift."

"Blaine Anderson!" Kurt gasped, slapping him on the back of the head.

Blaine chuckled. "OK, sorry - TMI, I know."

"Hmm." Kurt grumbled. "So, uh ...what happened? Are you guys still in touch?" He asked, stroking Blaine's hair.

"Nah." Blaine continued. "He was all lined up to go to some art school in Toronto, and even though I was undecided about my future at that point, something in my heart told me it was wrong to want to follow him around like a puppy. We were much better friends than we were lovers."

Kurt's fingers stilled for a few moments in Blaine's curls. His thoughts suddenly flashed back to the last time he'd heard Blaine say that word. When he'd possibly hinted at loving him.

"Kurt?" Blaine said, sitting up.

"Huh?"

"I said, d'you want some of your coffee?"

"Oh ... sure. Sorry. Thank you." He nodded a little too enthusiastically.

Blaine's eyebrows knitted together as he handed over Kurt's mug. "You OK?"

"Fine." He nodded again, clearing his throat and taking a sip of his drink. "So ... I believe there were two more guys."

"Ah, yes." Blaine sighed. "OK, so Jason was a friend of a friend who got me very drunk at a bar one night and basically used me to make his boyfriend jealous. And no, I did not know about the boyfriend when we hooked up. And the sex was terrible."

Kurt flushed and stared into his coffee mug.

"... And Alex? Well, he was just a very, very stupid mistake that should never have happened. So, yeah - those were my three guys, the end."

"Wait - you can't just leave it at that!" Kurt exclaimed. "What happened with Alex?"

Blaine rubbed a hand over his eyes and groaned.

"OK, but I need to ask that you try not to judge me. Again."

Kurt nodded. "Promise."

"He was one of my students."

"Oh, really?" Kurt said with a grin.

"Yes. And no, I don't mean the spotty, adolescent kind. He was a man. An older man in fact."

Kurt was intrigued, but tried his best to hide his excitement. This was turning into something verging on soft porn to him. "How much older?" He asked in as steady a voice as he could manage.

"He was twenty eight." Blaine said quietly.

"There's nothing wrong with that. Was he hot?" Kurt asked before he even knew what he was saying. "Don't answer that!"

Blaine laughed. "Not as hot as you. But he was sweet, and he was going through a tough time. I guess I just kind-of felt for him, and one day we just sort-of ended up humping against the piano."

"Aww, you think I'm hot? ... Wait - what?!"

"Yeah. To both." Blaine hid his face in his hands again.

"So ... just out of the blue? Did you know he was gay?"

"Oh yeah, that part was obvious. The guy wore leather pants every day of his life."

"And how did he know about you?"

"I guess just through chatting. I tutored him for about five months."

"Wow. So, after all the ... piano-humping ... what happened then?"

"It was just the one - um - hump. We talked on the phone the next day and decided it was probably best to call off the lessons."

"And you haven't seen him since?"

"No. And I'd prefer it to stay that way. He was just a vulnerable guy who needed to let off a little steam, and if I could turn back the clock I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have let it happen. But I can't, and it did, so I just have to deal with it."

"Was this ... like, a while ago?" Kurt asked with a frown, very much hoping that he hadn't met Blaine on the rebound, or worse still, that Blaine had been with someone else in the time that he'd known him.

"Last summer." Blaine nodded.

"Thank God." Kurt breathed quietly, unable to hide his relief.

Blaine laughed. "Wait ... did you think I meant recently? God, no - believe me Kurt, when I met you I was single. Painfully so, in fact."

Kurt smiled gently, catching Blaine's eye and holding his gaze. "Me too."

"Well, it's a good thing we found each other then, isn't it?" Blaine smirked, leaning across the couch and pulling Kurt towards him, pressing their chests firmly together and making Kurt 's eyes widen.

"I found you first." Kurt teased, narrowing his eyes again and gazing back at Blaine through his lashes.

"OK, I'll give you that." Blaine nodded, hovering for a moment over Kurt's mouth before sucking slowly on his bottom lip. Kurt whimpered and clutched at Blaine's back as he plunged his tongue into Blaine's mouth. Within moments the two men were breathless and red-faced, their lips crashing together in a hot, messy clinch.

"B-Blaine ..." Kurt gasped, forcing himself out of the tight embrace for a moment. "We have places we need to be."

Blaine sank his mouth onto Kurt's neck and grazed his teeth along Kurt's pulse point. "You need to be in my bed ... now." He growled into Kurt's ear.

Kurt rolled his eyes and tried his best to control the urges inside of him, however difficult that was proving. He pulled himself further from Blaine's reach and sat back. "Come on, now ... what happened to taking things slow and steady?" He said after a moment.

Blaine pulled a face and slumped where he sat, his curls already a little sweaty, and a huge bulge evident in his boxers that would've been impossible to hide. Kurt sat on his hands in an effort not to jump on the man and spend the rest of the day doing all kinds of incredible things to one another.

"D'you want the shower first, or shall I take it?" Kurt asked.

"Together?" Blaine replied with a wry smile.

"Not this time, sweet-pea." Kurt shook his head and rose from the sofa with a sleepy groan. He adjusted himself in his sweatpants as discreetly as he could and raised an eyebrow to Blaine, still waiting for an answer.

"You take it." Blaine sighed. "I'll just sit here and try not to imagine you getting all hot and wet, and soaping yourself up without me."

Kurt chuckled and leaned down to muss up Blaine's hair. "Good luck with that." He whispered, turning and walking slowly away with more than a slight sway in his hips.

Blaine groaned again and buried his face in a cushion.

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