Blaine's lips parted and he took Kurt's top lip between his own. His arms were wrapped tightly around Kurt's midsection, while Kurt's were around Blaine's neck. Blaine brought his left hand up from Kurt's waist to his neck and fanned his fingers out, reaching and touching as much of Kurt as his fingertips could reach.

Kurt whimpered when he felt Blaine's thumb graze his jaw line and middle finger rest behind his ear lobe. This was the most intense feeling Kurt had ever felt and their lips weren't even moving. It was more like they were holding each other in anyway possible. Their bodies were wrapped, their hands grasped tight, their lips entwined in one long awaited kiss.

A tear ran slowly from Blaine's eye and Kurt felt it when the salty drop touched his skin. He forced himself to not break away and see if everything was alright. He would not be the one to break this moment. Blaine pressed Kurt's body to his own as tightly as he could and Kurt whimpered once more; his nerves were on fire.

Blaine heard Kurt and he exhaled a broken moan. He backed Kurt up and flushed his back against the wall, careful not to push Kurt too hard because he didn't want to hurt him. Kurt moved his arms from around Blaine's neck to snaking them around his torso and splaying his hands wide across his back.

Blaine's breath caught and he had to pull away to breath. He'd almost have preferred to suffocate than to break the perfect moment.

Kurt's eyes bore into Blaine's, bright and full of longing. "Why are you crying?" Kurt asked.

Blaine had many emotions flowing through him: relief, yearning, love, fascination, and shock were just a few. "Y-you," he stuttered, catching his breath. "You're so beautiful."

Kurt fluttered his eyes closed, listening to Blaine's voice. He wanted Blaine to feel what he felt for Blaine for so long. Now that he was finally getting exactly what he wanted, every exhale made him feel heavy and tired. It was as if his body was telling him 'yes, now you can rest.' Blaine's hand that was touching Kurt's face, moved to cup Kurt's cheek. Kurt nuzzled into it, feeling the warmth from Blaine's hand.

"I love you," Blaine said as he arched up to kiss Kurt between the eyes. "I love you so much."

"I love you," Kurt replied, emphasizing 'you.'

"Can I kiss you again?"

"Yes," Kurt breathed. "God, yes."

Blaine was slow at first, touching his lips to Kurt's only slightly before taking a second to look upon Kurt's face. Then again. And a third time. The fourth time, their lips parted and Kurt felt Blaine's tongue brush against his bottom lip. He opened his mouth and allowed Blaine's tongue to enter inside and Kurt tangled his tongue up with Blaine's.

Blaine tasted divine. He didn't taste like the food that was laid out in the auditorium. He didn't taste like mints, or soda, or mouthwash. His flavor was an entirely indescribable one to Kurt. Whatever it was, it was wonderful.

Kurt's stomach was beginning to tie itself into knots. He felt like he had something big inside himself that needed to get out. It was almost primal in the sense that when he gave himself the second to register what he could be feeling, Kurt found that he had this incredible want to dominate him or be dominated by him. He pushed the feeling down refusing to ruin the moment with anything that was different than what was progressing naturally.

Their kissing was slow and tender, exploratory. They were feeling each other out, so to speak. "You taste amazing," Blaine murmured between kisses.

"Can I put my fingers in your hair?" Kurt asked tentatively, also between kisses.

"Yes. Of course. Anything you want."

Kurt brought his hand from around Blaine's back to his face and ran his fingers through Blaine's gelled curls. It wasn't easy, but he was able to maneuver his nimble fingers into the strands and grip them. Blaine did the converse of this action. He took his hands that were in front of Kurt in some way and ran them down Kurt's chest and around his waist, then up to the middle of his back.

It was as if he'd never touched Kurt before. Never smelled him or held him before. This was Kurt. The fair skinned, skinny, countertenor that he'd been in love with all along and was too blind to see it. It was clear that Kurt knew how to kiss someone because he'd been learning how to French kiss in the past couple months with his excursions with Karofsky and Zach, but his innocence was still intact, clear as day, to Blaine. The very act of asking Blaine if it was okay to touch his hair was sweet and na�ve. Blaine shivered from head to toe at the feeling of Kurt's tongue in his mouth.

"Are you okay?" Kurt asked backing away slightly, his face giving away his nerves. He dropped his hands from Blaine's hair to his shoulders.

"Yes. Sorry. Why?"

"You shivered. Are you cold?"

Blaine chuckled breathily. "Oh. No," He paused and smiled. "You're just a really good kisser. My body kind of ignited in tingles for a second. Are you okay? You look nervous."

"No. I'm fine. Better than fine." Kurt leaned in and kissed Blaine again. "I've wanted to kiss you for a very long time now. The fact that I'm doing it now…" he trailed off and kissed Blaine once more on the lips. "You really think I'm a good kisser?" Kurt smiled.

"Yeah! You're lips are really soft and plush and your tongue…" Blaine didn't finish that sentence. "You're not a sloppy kisser either. Very neat and passionate."

"Hmm. Good. Sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt this with making you give me a critique on my kissing," Kurt said bashfully.

Blaine swallowed and brought one of his hands back around and cupped Kurt's jaw again. "No. It's not a-" He kiss Kurt on the lips, "-problem. Don't-" another kiss, "feel bad." Kiss. "You're great. Really." Kiss. "Everything I've ever-" Blaine kissed Kurt deeply and Kurt moaned slightly, "-wanted."

"Yeah?" Kiss. "Because I just got this weird-" Kiss. "-thought and I wanted to make sure that I was doing this right."

Blaine stopped and looked at Kurt questioningly and caringly. "What would you be doing that would be wrong?"

Kurt faked a smile, knowing he'd accidentally just ruined the moment. "Well, I…" He was too embarrassed to say. "It's just that…"

Blaine kissed Kurt's cheek tenderly and took a small step back and brought his hands to Kurt's hips because he couldn't bring himself to let go of Kurt. "It's okay. You can tell me anything, remember?"

Kurt took a deep breath. "Well, it's that I know you have more experience in this department and I didn't want to seem like a beginner who doesn't know what he's doing."

Blaine crushed himself to Kurt, enveloping the taller boy in his arms and feeling awful that Kurt had thought his thought for even a moment. "Don't think that way. I love you. It's not about who has more experience or who's better or making yourself not seem new to all this. If it makes you feel better I feel like I've never done this before."

"You do? Why?"

"Because technically I never have. I've never kissed you before and I've never felt this way before. Being with you is both comfortable and new to me."

"But you were with Derek. You loved him and had- well- you slept with him."

"Yes, he and I slept together, but it seems all so far away compared to just holding you, Kurt." Blaine smiled. "I love you. Holding you and knowing you're here with me and not wanting to run away from me has more emotions running through me than any other I had with him. Kurt, please don't compare yourself to him or to anyone else. You have me now, not him, and we have forever to figure all this… sexual stuff… out. If you have questions you can ask and maybe I'll know them and maybe I won't, but either way, we'll figure the answers out together and we're in no rush. Right?"

"Hearing you tell me that you love me makes me feel like I've been crushed by a car and it's being pulled off of me. I've wanted to hear that for so long. I'm sorry if I ruined the moment. I just want to be perfect for you and I don't want to give you a reason to think 'Oh, Kurt Hummel is bad at this or that' and go off with someone else who is more experienced."

Blaine kissed Kurt's nose. "Not gonna happen. And don't be sorry about ruining a moment. You didn't. And you know what the best part about moments that passed?" Blaine kissed Kurt deeply and it sent a warm sensation through them both. "More moments will always come." He parted his lips again and kissed Kurt in a way that made both Kurt and himself moan.

"Kurt?" Zach called from the lobby. He knew Kurt was with Blaine, but didn't want to spoil anything thing they might be doing by walking in on them.

Blaine and Kurt stepped away from each other, out of breath and swollen lips. Both were very disappointed to have to go back to reality. "Yeah?" Kurt called back from the hallway.

"Mr. Shoo is looking for you. He's gearing us up for our turn."

Kurt took Blaine by the hand. "I'll be right in," he called out. "Ooo." Kurt looked at Blaine with a accidental pout. "Um…"

"We should get back," Blaine offered, not liking the idea any more than Kurt.

"Will you come over to my house after all this tonight? We can have a slumber party. We haven't had one of those in months."

"I drove a car full of guys here. I can't ditch them. Um…" Blaine thought quickly. He smiled shyly and blushed a little. "I don't want to leave you either." He chuckled breathily. "Can you come to Dalton for the night?"

"I'll ask." Kurt pressed his lips to Blaine's hard. He whimpered under Blaine's touch. "God, I hope my dad says yes."

Blaine pressed Kurt to the wall again and lavished Kurt with kisses and tight embraces. They were breathing hard again and Blaine was starting to feel his groin swell a little from the excitement and kissing. He knew it would be better to slow down or, even still, go back inside where they were supposed to be. But here they were, moaning and unable to keep their hands off each other. Blaine couldn't get enough of how Kurt tasted and how his tongue felt against his. He barely cared that he was becoming more and more aroused as the seconds passed.

"Kurt!" Zach yelled again after five minutes.

"Ugh," Kurt groaned when Blaine peeled himself off of Kurt. He rolled his eyes. "Coming!" He yelled.

"I'm sorry," Blaine confessed. "I should have let you go inside." He brushed Kurt's cheek with the back of his fingertips. "I just can't come down from the past fifteen minutes."

Kurt giggled. "I know. Me too." He gave Blaine a quick kiss. "I love you."

Blaine sighed. "You have no idea how good it feels to hear that."

"Yes I do. I know because it's exactly how it feels to hear you say it." Blaine went to lean back to kiss Kurt hungrily again, but was interrupted.

"Kurt! Come on! Let's go!" This time it was Mr. Sheuster.

Kurt stiffened his body. "Shit," he whispered. "Sorry." he gave Blaine one last quick peck on the lips. "Gotta go," he said and went running back around the corner of the hallway to the lobby and into the auditorium. Blaine followed at a slower pace because he wasn't sure how well his feet would work.