The following few months passed in a blur of school work and Warblers practice and the occasional meeting with Tina and Mercedes. Kurt was incredibly happy that no one had told on him and Blaine so far because if they didn't room together they'd hardly see each other outside of class or Warblers practice. And if they for once were alone with each other, one of their friends would always develop the uncanny ability to barge in on them, preferably during a kiss that just started to go deeper. It was mid-February by the time they actually found an opportunity to even slip hands under shirts for the first time, much to their frustration. The fact that right after Kurt had brushed Blaine's nipple and got the most delightful moan out of him, Wes had stormed through the door, panicking over the setlist for a competition that was still a month away, hadn't done anything to alleviate that frustration.

At the same time as their sexual frustration grew, Blaine started discovering the only drawback of rooming with Kurt: They most certainly weren't at the point where they felt comfortable jerking off in front of each other and that cut down on their possibilities for finding relief pretty drastically. They were both incredibly busy and Blaine had other engagements apart from being a tutor. Inevitably, the tension of all sorts led to them snapping at each other at inconvenient moments. Such as the night before an important history test.

"Blaine, could you please sit still for a minute? I'm trying to learn over here!" Kurt barely managed to keep the hiss out of his voice. The muscles in his neck were so tense it hurt and his sight started to blur as he tried to focus on the pages in front of him and he'd give pretty much anything to be able to just put the book aside and have Blaine give him one of his wonderful massages. But he couldn't afford to fail this test and there was this one chapter he just couldn't get into his head, mistaking the dates and chronology of events over and over again. Which caused him to be frustrated enough with himself and the world that he'd probably have batted Blaine's hands away even if he'd offered him a massage while reading the chapter out loud to him.

"I'm sorry, I can't," Blaine bit back in a tone that sounded pretty much anything but sincerely sorry. "I've been sitting all day, spending hours in the library over that one book for biology we weren't even told we needed until this very morning and then I had the meeting with Mrs. Eders because of course they have to organize an open house day right between exams and I'll be responsible for the better part of this and I had to skip Warblers practice because of the extra lessons with Professor Sharp and Wes was on my case and I haven't moved pretty much all day, nor did I get anything out of the good weather we had. So excuse me if I feel the need to move a bit before I go back to sitting around and wracking my brains."

"Well, it's not my fault that you have too much on your plate, Mr. Overachiever!" Blaine stopped dead in his tracks and spun around to face Kurt.

"Mr. Overachiever? How, pray tell, am I supposed to take that?"

"Exactly the way I said it, Your Highness," Kurt snarled. "Since obviously, you're too high class to spend time with your friends or with me, no, you have to take extra lessons and Jeff told me you didn't need that book for biology, the teacher just said that everyone wanting to gain extra points and get into all the advanced classes next year should read it. I'm sorry if we normal people with our normal credits aren't good enough to be around and respect." And with that he tried to focus back on his book and shut Blaine's annoying pacing out. But Blaine wouldn't have any of that. In a few long strides he was standing next to Kurt's bed, pulling the book out of his hands and - Kurt had to give him credit for that because he looked really really upset - gently put it down on his nightstand so there would be no dog-ears.

"You can't seriously believe that I'm doing that because I want to sacrifice the bit of time we actually have for just us." There was still anger in his tone but also a pleading note, as if he needed Kurt to understand something and he just didn't get it. It made Kurt feel even dumber than his outburst, so he kept his eyes on his lap and didn't reply.

"God, Kurt," Blaine sighed, dropping to his knees next to the bed and taking Kurt's hands in his, waiting for him to finally look into his eyes before he continued. "I really don't do any of this just for my own amusement, okay? Please tell me you believe me there is nothing I'd rather do than sit next to you and cuddle and share kisses while we watch horrible reality TV all day."

"Really?" Kurt asked, frustrated with himself when it came out shaky and insecure and thick with tears.

"Of course," Blaine murmured just as brokenly, his gaze not leaving Kurt's for a second. "There is nothing in this world, literally nothing I prefer over your company. If I had to have someone snap at me, I'd rather it be you than anyone else anytime. And if I had to annoy someone, though I swear I didn't do it on purpose, than I'd rather have you be annoyed with me because I know that even when you're angry and snippy you still love me. And I really hope that you know that even at times when you annoy me and I snap at you, the biggest part of me always loves you and every single thing that you do."

"Blaine." Kurt merely whispered the word on an exhale, a tear slowly rolling down his cheek. It would never cease to amaze him how Blaine could take even the most annoying, horrible situations and try to turn them into something sweet and positive. Sure, he wasn't without flaws, but Kurt was rather certain that he'd fallen in love with the most gentle soul one could hope for and it took his breath away every time he realized it.

They shared a look and they didn't need words to agree on what they did next, Blaine raising on his knees and Kurt bending down and then their lips molded together as naturally as always, Kurt's arms around Blaine's neck, hands buried in curly hair as much as the gel would let him. There was a warm hand on Kurt's cheek gently angling his face for a deeper kiss, the other holding up Blaine's weight against the bed, right next to his thigh. They let their tongues tangle, the kiss deepen, until Kurt's breathless moan was cut off by the rumble of his purr. Reluctantly, Blaine pulled away, pressing a last chaste kiss to Kurt's nose before sitting back down on the floor.

"Blaine?" Kurt asked, still caught in a haze and instinctively moving to follow Blaine's lips, to pull him back into another kiss and on the bed, on top of him...

"Kurt," Blaine said, his voice so much lower and scratchier than Kurt usually heard it. His pupils were blown with lust and Kurt was pretty sure that every single signal Blaine's body sent in this moment was telling them to just let what they started go further, further maybe than they'd allowed themselves to go yet, even. And Kurt couldn't say he or his hormones were opposed to that. His tail was flicking angrily behind him, forehead pulled into a frown and ears perked up, alert. Why had they stopped when they both obviously didn't want to? Or rather, why had Blaine stopped them?

"I-" Blaine interrupted himself, closed his eyes, took a deep breath and opened them again, his gaze a lot clearer now, his pulse that Kurt could see hammering in his throat much less frantic. "I have to tell you something. And I have to tell you now because it just came up and I don't want you to think the wrong thing about me and I don't want you to feel like I lied to you if you find out later."

Kurt didn't say anything in reply, just waited calmly for Blaine to go on. His tail curled over his legs and became still, the frown evening out into a look of interest and curiosity. A few seconds passed before Blaine spoke again, obviously trying to figure out how best to word what he wanted to say.

"I- it's true that I took extra lessons. Just not with Professor Sharp, like I've been telling everyone. And it's not for chemistry. And this is directly linked to the reason I need all those extra credits and the advanced classes for biology."

Kurt still said nothing in reply, he just sat there and kept watching Blaine, giving him time to find his words.

"I- I guess it makes sense to tell you about the extra classes first. They... don't really have anything to do with school. Only very indirectly." Blaine took another deep breath. "You remember the morning right before Sectionals?" Kurt rolled his eyes at him. That had only been a few weeks ago, of course he remembered! The embarrassment he'd felt that morning once he'd been back to his usual state of mind would only serve to make the memory last longer, much to Kurt's dismay.

"Well, I already told you back then that I hated how helpless I felt just watching. And the aid - her names is Delilah, by the way - really impressed me. What she'd done had been so simple but really effective. So I... I sort of went to her sometime around mid-December to ask her if maybe she could teach me a thing or two about how to handle such situations if one should come up again. And... well, she said she'd been impressed with my relatively calm reaction that day and that she'd love to teach me what she knows because there's far too few people knowing even the first thing about hybrids because they're comparatively rare. So - that's where I've been going these past few weeks when I said I had extra lessons."

"And you couldn't tell me that because...?" Kurt asked skeptically, raising an eyebrow.

"I didn't want you to be mad at me," Blaine murmured, looking sheepishly down at the floor.

"And why did you think I'd be mad at you for that?" Kurt queried, honestly surprised by Blaine's answer.

"I know you don't want to be treated like you're different. And it doesn't mean that I think you're abnormal or wouldn't be able to get by on your own-"

"Blaine!" Kurt laughed, removing the finger he'd used to silence Blaine's rambling and booping his nose before he pulled his hand away. "It's okay. I know you don't think I'm abnormal or a freak or generally helpless. I'm none of those things but it's always good to know that there is someone around who knows what they're doing and can take control of a situation when I'm not able to. And I mean, it's a biological fact that I'm indeed not like every other human being. I just don't like being treated as something lesser because of it. I'm proud of being myself and by extension of being a hybrid. You don't have to apologize for wanting to help and broaden your horizon."

Blaine smiled hesitantly, the relief evident on his face. "Good. I'd have hated to upset you."

"You didn't," Kurt smiled back, his gaze warm and reassuring. "Now, what does that have to do with all the advanced biology classes?"

"Oh, well," Blaine mumbled, immediately back to blushing and averting his gaze. "That. It's- I was always fond of biology and my favorite uncle was a doctor, I'd always bother him to tell me stories about his job and-" "And you're addicted to Dr. House, Grey's Anatomy and Emergency Room, among others," Kurt threw in, grinning fondly.

"That, too," Blaine chuckled, looking a bit more relaxed for a second before he tensed up again. "Anyway, where I'm going with this is... I was always fascinated by the job of a doctor and getting a bit more of a glimpse into all the ways I could help people by learning from Delilah... Well, there are really few doctors specialized in the treatment of hybrids of all kinds, especially kids and- I- I think this is what I want to do with my life, Kurt. I love performing and I'm not going to stop just because it's not going to be my job but... I really want to become a pediatrician and specialize in hybrid medicine. I mean, I'm not entirely sure about the pediatric part just yet but that's where I can see myself and- Oof!"

"Blaine," Kurt breathed in his ear, nuzzling his cheek and enjoying the way he could feel Blaine's heartbeat speed up against his chest after it had stuttered in shock when Kurt had literally thrown himself into his arms. "I'm so proud of you. What, pray tell, ever made you think I'd be mad at you for being one of the most amazing human beings I've ever had the pleasure to meet?"

Still a bit dazed by Kurt pouncing on him, Blaine needed a second to hug back and laugh breathily into Kurt's hair. "I'd argue but your old school was filled with a lot of horrible people so I guess I'm at least a bit better company than them." Kurt playfully batted at his chest, causing Blaine to slip into a squeaky giggle.

"So you think it's a good idea?" he asked when they'd calmed down a bit, Blaine leaning back against the bed and Kurt lying with his head on his chest.

"I think it's a brilliant idea," Kurt purred happily, nuzzling Blaine a little just to hear that cute little giggle again. "You'd do a great job and I can see you working well with kids. And let me tell you, there are far too few doctors specialized in hybrid medicine, especially for hybrid kids. Dad always had to go to so much trouble whenever I was sick, the drive took forever and God, I don't even want to think about the money he'd had to pay. It would be really great to know that someone like you is out there helping."

"Someone like me?" Blaine chuckled, raising a questioning eyebrow. "And what exactly do you mean by that, Mr. Hummel?"

"Someone warm and kind and loving," Kurt said softly, nuzzling further into Blaine's chest and looking up at him through his eyelashes with a fond smile. "Someone you can look at and instantly trust. Someone who makes you feel safe and like you're not being judged."

"Kurt," Blaine whispered, his voice shaky and wetness gathering in his eyes. "Really?"

"Of course, dummy," Kurt chuckled, getting up on his knees to press a quick kiss to Blaine's nose. "You need to stop underestimating yourself and your effect on others."

"Only if you stop, too," Blaine smiled back, bumping their noses together and dropping his head a little to let his eyelashes flutter against Kurt's cheek.

"Blaine!" Kurt squeaked, trying to push him away. Blaine wouldn't have any of that though, pulling Kurt closer and letting his impossibly long lashes brush the sensitive skin on his face wherever he could reach: cheeks, nose, temples. Kurt was practically shrieking with laughter, his nails digging hard into Blaine's shoulder as he just tried to hold on. All of a sudden, Blaine stopped, eyes fluttering open in what looked like slow motion as he gazed up at Kurt, mouth dropping open a little, a look of awe spreading on his face.

"You're so incredibly beautiful," he whispered, his tone almost reverent, one of his hands coming up to gently cup Kurt's cheek, his touch so soft Kurt barely even felt their skin brush. Heart pounding and tingling all over, Kurt looked right back, feeling like he was about to drown in a see of warm hazel and the thrill that went through him at seeing a look of such pure adoration and love directed at himself.

"And you're the most gorgeous boy I've ever met," he whispered back, hoping that his expression conveyed all the love and awe threatening to overwhelm him at being able to hold someone as wonderful as Blaine and call him his boyfriend. There were a lot of things Kurt had now that he wouldn't have been able to even imagine himself having anytime soon a mere six months ago but Blaine's love surpassed them all. They both knew that they'd found something special, something others were searching for all their lives without ever finding it, and how extraordinary it was that they'd found it at such a young age, in Ohio of all places.

"Well, I guess I know what we could do about that," Blaine asked, voice dripping with exaggerated innuendo and wiggling his eyebrows in the most ridiculous way possible.

"Oh, do you, now?" Kurt purred back with a devious grin. "Looks like you'll have to show me, Mr. Anderson."

The time for harmless teasing ended, however, as soon as their lips met. The kiss started out as an innocent, teasing peck, something sweet and short, but neither was willing to stop just then and pull back. Kurt's tongue was tracing Blaine's bottom lip, asking for entrance that was swiftly granted and then their tongues were free to explore, to lick behind teeth and at the roofs of mouths and chase each other. Blaine's teeth sank slightly into Kurt's top lip as he sucked on it, tugging it playfully until Kurt's tongue thrusting into his mouth accompanied by a groan forced him to let go. The kiss grew more desperate and frantic by the second, Kurt's fingers breaking through the gel and burying themselves in the thick curls, Blaine's hands gripping at Kurt's hips. Soon it was barely more than panting and licking into each other's mouth like their lives depended on it, nipping and sucking and biting whenever they could, Kurt in Blaine's lap and their groins only inches from touching. Heat was simmering between them and it took Blaine an almost inhuman effort to stop and pull apart for more than a second of catching his breath.

"Kurt, Kurt we should stop," he choked out, trying to ignore the desire coursing through his veins that was only intensified by the sight of Kurt's flushed, disheveled appearance and his kiss-swollen lips. Kurt whined high in his throat in protest, trying to dive back into the kiss, but Blaine's hand on his chest stopped him.

"Kurt, if we don't stop now... I- I don't want this to happen accidentally. I want both of us to be ready and comfortable when we decide to-" He glared at the finger Kurt had pressed to his lips to shut him up, giving him a reproachful look.

"Blaine, are you uncomfortable? Do you feel like you're not ready? Would you mind" Kurt moved in even closer, until their noses were almost touching and their breath mingled, slowly removing the finger "if you came right now, in front of me? Would it bother you? And what if I'd be the one to come in front of you?"

"I-" Blaine gasped, trying to gather his scrambling thoughts and hold on to his sanity for as long as he could despite the images racing through his mind and Kurt so close to him that it almost hurt to refrain from touching him. "I- God, Kurt, I want to make you come more badly than I ever wanted anything else. I want to see, I want to know that I made you feel that good. And... I wouldn't be uncomfortable coming in front of you, no. Would- do you- I mean-"

"Blaine," Kurt chuckled and Blaine could see that he was just barely refraining from rolling his eyes at him. "Do you really think I would ask any of those questions if I didn't feel I was ready? Please, I- please, I just need you." His words took on an undertone that almost reminded Blaine of a mewl and hot shivers ran down his spine as he realized that he was about to find out what kind of noises Kurt would make when he came. They were safe from anyone barging in after Jeff and Nick had tried to force them into another UNO afternoon earlier and they'd kicked them out and locked the door because they'd wanted to study in peace. This was really happening.

Fascinated, Blaine watched Kurt's tail swish impatiently behind him, trying to get his brain to process the situation. Without even thinking about it, he reached out, his hand closing into a fist around the base of Kurt's tail and mindlessly stroking down. He certainly didn't expect Kurt to moan into his ear uninhibitedly, collapsing into Blaine as if his legs had failed him, causing their groins to meet in a flash of white-hot pleasure.

Groaning, Blaine thrust his hips up, his whole body thrilling at the resulting friction, Kurt's heavy weight in his lap, pressed against his achingly hard cock. Kurt keened at the movement, rutting back down against Blaine and making everything even better, his hands slipping under Blaine's shirt and his nails mercilessly scraping down his chest. It probably should have hurt but all it did was make Blaine buck up harder against Kurt, moaning unashamedly. Everything became even more frantic and too bright and too much when Kurt's nails dragged over his nipples, causing Blaine to thrash wildly under his weight, mewling out his pleasure. Blaine tightened his grip on Kurt's tail, his strokes more uneven and rougher but Kurt didn't seem to mind judging by the way he started purring almost deafeningly against Blaine, the vibrations pushing both of them even closer to the edge.

Blaine hurried to push his remaining hand under Kurt's shirt as well as he felt himself getting close, wanting to have that bit of more contact before he'd let himself come undone, needed to feel Kurt's skin on his at least somewhere. He was actually pretty glad they were remaining mostly clothed for this because he wasn't sure if he could handle even more of Kurt's blinding beauty revealed right now. He was sweating more than could possibly be considered attractive already, could feel the sweat gathering where his hand held on to Kurt's skin and followed a few drops with his gaze on their way down Kurt's bared throat. There was something aesthetic about the way he looked with his head thrown back in pleasure, glistening with sweat and keening high in his throat as he bore down desperately on Blaine's cock, his nails catching on Blaine's nipples just as their cocks aligned just right and suddenly everything was white-hot pleasure and Blaine's muscles went tight. He could feel his orgasm shudder threw him, could feel himself spilling hot and wet into his briefs and as much as he would probably regret that later when trying to get them clean, he really couldn't find it in him in that moment. Not with Kurt arching his back over him, purring so much his whole body vibrated with it until the sound broke and turned into a low, seemingly endless moan and Blaine could feel his cock jerking trough both their pants and underwear, could feel the hot spill of his release. His ears were twitching and Blaine could feel his tail trying to move where it was still in his grip. Blaine loosened it just in time to catch a bit of Kurt's weight as he collapsed against him, limp all over.

Chuckling feebly, Blaine pulled him even closer, Kurt nuzzling lazily against his neck. They stayed like that for a bit, trying to calm down their racing hearts and ignore the uncomfortable stickiness in their pants, just resting against each other and listening to their combined breathing echoing in their room.

"Well, that was-" Blaine cleared his scratchy throat, trying again and still failing to find the right word. "I don't think there is a word for it. Amazing doesn't quite catch it." He could feel the weak vibrations of Kurt's laughter against his neck, his lips twitching up into a huge smile.

"I think amazing comes as close as we'll get," Kurt murmured, melting even further into Blaine's embrace and starting to purr softly as Blaine got himself to lift his arm and gently scratch behind Kurt's ear.

"So... Your tail?" Blaine asked, trying to sound casual but knowing all too well that his curiosity shone through, anyway. Kurt let out an embarrassed laugh and Blaine could feel his cheek turning hot as he blush against his neck.

"Oh my... Yes. Yes, it's... I guess you could call it an... erogenous zone? Especially the base. Just please... don't tell anyone?"

"Please," Blaine huffed, rolling his eyes. "As if I would tell anyone. I'm pretty fond of knowing that that knowledge is reserved for me and you and no one else. Though I won't say I won't put it to good use."

Kurt laughed, playfully nudging his head against Blaine's chin with an especially loud purr.

"So... Is it okay to assume that you want a repeat of this? Sometime in the future?" Blaine asked in a small voice, shifting nervously. Just because this went over well didn't necessarily mean Kurt was ready to keep doing it on a regular basis, right?

"That depends," Kurt chuckled, pulling back into a less slumped sitting position and batting his eyelashes at Blaine. "If you count reversed positioning as a repeat and 'as soon as we can both get it up again' as 'sometime in the future'..."

Groaning and laughing simultaneously, Blaine went pliantly as he was pulled into Kurt's lap, already feeling his cock stir again and thanking whoever would listen for teenage recovery time.

"I created a monster, didn't I?" Blaine chuckled against Kurt's lips, the sound turning into a moan when Kurt's sharp teeth dug into his bottom lip and tugged, one hand burying itself in his curls and the other curving around his ass.

"Not a monster. But just maybe a cat in heat," Kurt winked at him before diving back into the kiss and pulling Blaine closer. If anyone else attempted to get into their room in the course of the evening they hadn't be able to tell and they didn't feel particularly sorry for those ending up in front of a closed door. They did, however, feel a bit sorry for the things Kurt's washing machine would have to see come the weekend.