"So, what has been going on in here exactly?" Burt asked, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched Kurt hurrying about his room, putting together possible outfits while Blaine was in the shower. "Just last evening your Warbler friend told me he wanted to take it slow and suddenly I find him with his tongue in your mouth?"

"Dad!" Kurt cried indignantly, almost dropping the tie he'd held up into the light for further consideration. "There was no tongue involved," he murmured a few seconds later, carefully draping the tie over his bed and turning to his drawer to pick out alternatives.

"Oh?" Burt asked, raising an eyebrow and leaning against the door frame.

"Yes, oh." Kurt shut the drawer with a lot more force than necessary, still not looking at his father.

"And that bothers you?" Now Burt definitely sounded like he didn't want to know the answer to his question.

"No, it doesn't," Kurt bit back. "I just don't see how it is your business if there was tongue involved or not. You told me not to wait for too long, remember?"

"Jeez, turn the bitchiness a tad down, kiddo." Kurt shot him another death glare. "I'm not saying you did anything wrong and believe me, I'm not eager to pry for that kind of information. I just want to make sure you don't get hurt, Kurt."

"Dad," Kurt sighed, his expression much softer now. "I won't, okay? I know what I'm doing. Blaine is not going to hurt me."
"Maybe not consciously," Burt uttered to himself, quickly averting his eyes and whistling innocently when Kurt shot him a suspicious glare. They stood in silence for a while, Kurt still trying to discern what outfit would be most appropriate while at the same time being really flattering.

"So, are you dating now or..?" Burt finally interrupted the silence, shifting on his feet as if this conversation was even more uncomfortable for him than it was for his son.

"I'm not sure." Kurt shrugged, ordering his skinny jeans according to color and elaborateness of décor, wondering what exactly their plans for today were so he could make a more informed choice. "We didn't really get to talk about it since you walked in on us. That's not exactly a conversation you want to have in front of your parents." He side-eyed Burt not-so-subtly.

"What?" Burt shrugged back. "You can't sue me for being curious. You were gone for quite some time and I didn't really expect to walk in on any funny business with the way you two worshiped your decision to be mature and wait."

"Dad!" Kurt rolled his eyes at him, blushing madly. "There wasn't any ‘funny business' going on, we were just kissing. Harmlessly kissing. And we kind of made a new deal for this weekend."
"What new deal?" Burt asked, trying a little too hard to sound disinterested.

"No pretenses. I won't try to suppress my cat instincts and Blaine won't gel his hair down because he's ashamed of his curls. And I guess it also applies to everything in between. We wanted to kiss each other and the moment felt right so why pull back?"

"I guess I did sort of tell you to do just that," Burt sighed, his arms uncrossing and dangling at his sides. "Just.. Please don't do anything you don't feel comfortable doing, okay? Even if you decide you officially want to date when Blaine gets back from his shower."
"I won't, Dad," Kurt whispered, his smile soft. "I promise. You wouldn't be the only one mad at me if I did."

"I know." Burt smiled back at him and the tension was broken. Kurt was aware that it would take his father a while to get used to this change in Kurt's life but he was pretty sure they were already making progress in the right direction.

"And you even used his name. I'm so proud of you," Kurt teased, looking out of the window and deciding that it was too beautiful outside not to go for a walk. Knowing that the autumn air would be icy despite the deceivingly bright sunlight he went for the warmest pair of jeans on display, disappearing into his closet to put the others back where they belonged and quickly pick out a matching shirt. The sound of Burt's laughter echoed in his tiny room and Kurt smiled to himself as he sorted through the racks, deciding on a shirt-cardigan combination. He had no idea how long they were going to be outside, after all, and he thought it would be cute if his outfit matched Blaine's a little.

He wasn't at all prepared for the sight he was met with when he stepped out of said closet, though. In fact, he was so little prepared he almost dropped the carefully selected clothes in his arms.

There, in the middle of his room, stood Blaine in the clothes Kurt had picked out for him, shy grin framed by still slightly wet curls and looking so delicious it should be illegal. The shirt Kurt had altered for him clung to his broad chest and shoulders in all the right places and hugged his tiny waist in ways that made Kurt want to drop to his knees and follow the curve of his body there with his tongue. The jeans were no better, their red color only enhancing the way they draped themselves almost sinfully around Blaine's calves, his thighs and probably his - Kurt's mouth went dry at the mental image, his tail not the only thing twitching - ass as well. Kurt would have congratulated himself on a job done very well if the bowtie hadn't only made things worse, killing his last few brain cells instead of giving a touch of innocence to the picture as he had hoped.

"So?" Blaine asked, faint blush high on his cheeks and just making him all the more appealing to Kurt. He spread his arms and slowly spun around, Kurt's breath hitching in his throat because indeed, Blaine's ass did look incredibly nice in those jeans.

"Looking good, kiddo," Burt beamed from where he was still leaning against the door frame, throwing Kurt an amused look before he turned around to leave them alone.

"Thanks," Blaine mumbled, blushing some more and almost making Kurt miss the cry of "And the door stays open!" from downstairs. This time around Kurt didn't deem the reminder worthy of a response, hoping that his dad would get tired of his standard joke when they stopped reacting to it.

"And what do you think?" Blaine asked, turning his gaze back to Kurt.

"I think," Kurt said, stressing every single syllable and slowly stepping closer to Blaine, tail stiff behind him except for the twitching tip and ears flat to his head as his eyes narrowed to slits. "That you look positively... delicious." And with that, he pounced on him.

Blaine barely had time to catch his breath before Kurt nuzzled his nose into his neck, breathing in deeply and purring up a storm as he made himself comfortable on top of him, hands wandering up to his curls and burying themselves in the soft mass. He should probably have been a bit more angry at finding himself on the floor but the minimal pain in his back was gone almost immediately and even if it had lasted longer it would have been worth it to have Kurt on top of him, purring and content and nuzzling him, playing lazily with his curls.

"Well, you sure seem to think so," he laughed, the sound turning breathless and into something closer to a moan when Kurt's tongue slowly licked up the side of his neck. "Kurt?" He started squirming a bit under him, trying to avoid Kurt noticing the beginning of an erection that made the skinny jeans pretty much unbearable. He stilled, however, when Kurt's only answer was a hiss close to his ear, his fingers tightening in Blaine's hair and keeping him in place before he went back to nuzzling under his jaw. He felt Kurt's tail curling around both of their waists, his nails scraping down his scalp and it was all that he could do to keep his moan to a volume that wouldn't have Burt suspicious. Kurt shifted on top of him until Blaine's quickly hardening cock pressed against the taut muscles of his stomach, the vibrations of the purr literally going straight to it, causing Blaine to buck his hips up unconsciously with a groan. Only then did Kurt come back to his senses, hastily scrambling off of Blaine and sitting back down a few feet away, tail curled around him and legs crossed in a way that made Blaine assume they might be having the same problem - a thought that made heat rush through him everywhere, his cock twitching and throbbing in his jeans.

"I'm sorry," Kurt whined, his voice sounding so small and vulnerable and ashamed it turned Blaine's stomach into knots, a cold rush against the heat of arousal that had been stirring inside him. Without hesitating for a second, Blaine scrambled over to Kurt, carefully pulling him into his arms, keeping his hips as far away from him as physically possible.

"It's okay, Kurt, it's okay," he breathed into his hair, rubbing soothing circles into his back as Kurt buried his head into his shoulder.

"I'm really sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen. I'm really not ready for that and I don't want you to think I'm leading you on or..." Blaine silenced him with a gentle kiss to his forehead.

"I swear I'm not going to be insulted or mad at you and I don't think you were trying to lead me on. I'm not ready for any of this, either, no matter how much my hormones try to tell me I am." Another soft kiss, this time to the tip of the ear closest to him. "Do you think you can tell me what happened?"

"I just- I'm not sure," Kurt mumbled, nuzzling his cheek against Blaine's shoulder and looking up at him through his lashes, eyes big and innocent. "You just smelled so good and you looked even better and I guess I let my guard down quite a bit when we said no pretenses and before I knew what I was doing I just.. pounced. I'm really sorry, Blaine."

"Hush, no more apologizing," Blaine said with a soft smile, slowly lifting a hand to caress Kurt's cheek ever so softly. Kurt immediately leaned into the touch, biting his lips as his eyes stayed on Blaine's. "You have nothing to be sorry about. Your reaction was instinctual just as much as mine was. We talked about it and we both agreed that we're not ready for it but that doesn't mean I didn't like you pouncing on me. Or that I minded in the least, except for the part where you are ashamed of it."

"Really?" Kurt asked, his tone just a little bit teasing, telling Blaine that they were going to be okay.

"Really. When we'll be at that point one day... well, you can pounce on me all you want, then. I happen to think it's very sexy." They smiled at each other, both blushing bright red.

"So you really want... this with me, one day?" Kurt asked after a while, gesturing vaguely at Blaine's crotch where his erection had thankfully deflated enough to be not quite as noticeable, looking unsure as much as embarrassed.

"Yes. A loud and resounding yes," Blaine breathed, pulling Kurt's face up into another searing kiss, catching his bottom lip between his own and sucking happily until Kurt started purring softly. He let go then, letting his tongue soothe across it one last time before he pulled back enough to look into Kurt's eyes. "Whenever you're ready- No, whenever we're both ready, I really want it all with you. And that includes making out and sex as well. But not unless we're both comfortable with that decision."

"So you don't mind the..." Kurt interrupted himself with a shake of his head, face still scarlet as he gestured to his ears and his tail.

"Not in the least," Blaine whispered breathlessly, letting his fingertips carefully glide up to the tip of Kurt's left ear, making both of them shudder. "Can I be honest?"

"Of course." Kurt leaned further into his touch, head tilting to the side as he waited for Blaine's confession.

"They actually turn me on. A lot. Your cat parts, I mean. Not like that's some kind of fetish for me," he hurried to explain, not wanting Kurt to think he was just attracted to him for that sole reason. "But they do. Just like your incredibly long legs and your perfect skin and your stunning eyes. Everything about you is amazing and so so very attractive to me. Every single last part." And before they knew it their lips had slotted together again, kissing feverishly.

"Me too," Kurt managed to choke out in between kisses that had his whole body vibrating with want and the volume of his own purring. "I want every part of you, too. So bad."

Blaine cupped Kurt's cheek with his hand and pulled him even closer, only letting it fall down when they had to pull back for air. He hadn't even noticed Kurt's hand on his own cheek doing exactly the same until it fell away, leaving his skin exposed to cold air instead of the warm hold of Kurt's soft touch.

"We should probably stop now," Kurt panted, smiling hesitantly up at Blaine.

"Yeah, we should." With a chuckle, Blaine let his forehead rest against Kurt's trying to catch his breath. "So, what were your plans for today?" he asked after a while.

"I thought it looked like the perfect weather for a walk, if you're up to it," Kurt smiled up at him.

"To enjoy the little things together?"

"To enjoy the little things together."