Blaine had taken the quickest shower he ever had in his life. He threw some gel in his damp curls, figuring it would dry nicely by the time he got to Kurt's house, shaved his face quickly, yet carefully, and threw on a pair of dark jeans and a lavender button up shirt. He rolled his sleeves up to his elbows and slipped a pair of socks and shoes on. He was about to head out the door when he rushed back to his desk and remembered that he had forgotten to put on deodorant and cologne. He didn't like to spray cologne because he felt it faded the scent faster. So, instead, he always broke the spray part off and dabbed a little behind each ear and then a little on his chest.

When he arrived at the Hummel/Hudson house, Carol answered the door and said that Kurt was up in his room and told Blaine that he was welcome to go up. Blaine had always been allowed in Kurt's room. He went up and Kurt's door to his bedroom was wide open so he didn't bother to knock.

Kurt wasn't in his room. Blaine didn't think much of this and sat down on Kurt's perfectly made bed and began looking at a magazine he had open on his bed spread. He looked up when he heard the sound of Kurt's voice gasping.

"Oh my God, you scared me half to death," Kurt said out of breath. He put his hand over his heart and realized that he was standing in front of Blaine, who appeared to be gawking, with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. His cheeks immediately went pink.

Blaine stared at his boyfriend's toned body and wet skin, glistening in the light shining in through his window. The last time he saw Kurt even close to naked was the last time he was here and Kurt at least had a tank top and pants on. It was also the same day that Blaine shoved Kurt up against the window and almost kissed him. Looking at Kurt in nothing but a short towel made him want to do that again, except he'd actually kiss him this time.

Kurt shut his bedroom door and went over to his closet. He grabbed his silk bathrobe and put it on, quickly tying the sash around his waist and looking back to Blaine. "You got here fast."

Blaine coughed, trying to make himself seem like he wasn't just leering at his boyfriend. "Well, I took a shower and then came over. Were you in the shower for a long time?"

Kurt's eyes flashed over to Blaine's quickly and then just as fast, he looked away. "Like I said before, it takes a long time to scrub the smell of broken car off…" He trailed off. He blushed again when he thought of what he was actually doing in the shower and scrubbing had nothing to do with it.

Blaine stood up. "I'm um… I'm just going to step out in the hallway and let you get dressed." He started heading toward the door and Kurt stood in Blaine's way. Kurt surprised himself by doing so and Blaine almost ran right into him. When Blaine realized Kurt was in front of him he stopped and took a step back. He looked a little frazzled. "A-aren't you going to get dressed?" Blaine stuttered out.

Kurt licked his lips. "Why are you nervous?" Kurt asked shyly, his heart still beating fast.

Blaine was purposely not keeping eye contact with Kurt. Instead, he fixed his eyes downward toward the V the robe made on Kurt's chest. His skin looked incredibly smooth. "I-" He took a deep breath. "I should leave right now. I made a promise not to pressure you into anything last night and in order not to do that, I need to leave your room." He took another step to walk around Kurt to get to the door and moved with him, taking a step closer.

Without missing a beat, Kurt leaned down and kissed Blaine on the lips and stood straight up again. Blaine looked like he was battling something inwardly. He was looking deep into Kurt's eyes. "I. Really should. Um- go."

"Why don't you stay?" Kurt asked innocently. He inhaled and could smell Blaine's cologne. He wasn't exactly sure what he was doing and Blaine was very clearly asking to leave, but Kurt felt incredibly turned on seeing Blaine's reaction to him being in a towel. We don't have to do anything. Kissing isn't so bad, is it? Kurt thought. "It's not pressuring if you were just kissing me, right?"

Before either one knew what was going on, Kurt was on his back on the bed with Blaine on top of him and kissing him feverously. Kurt was moaning and rolling his body up to meet Blaine's.

Blaine fingered the sash on Kurt's robe and the silk fell open. It slid off of Kurt's skin like melted butter and Blaine ran the fingers on his right hand up and down Kurt's chest and torso, feeling the smooth, unblemished skin.

Kurt was able to feel tingles wherever Blaine touched his skin and he couldn't get enough of Blaine's tongue. They way he sucked on Kurt's tongue and explored Kurt's mouth with his own was beyond words. Then Blaine's lips were on Kurt's jaw line and he nipped at Kurt's earlobe. He moved at the perfect pace, erratic, but not rushed, and he kissed a tender spot on Kurt's neck.

Kurt moaned once more and pushed Blaine to the side. They rolled together and Kurt ended up on top of Blaine, between Blaine's legs. He smelled so good and the feel of his hands on Kurt's bare skin was incomparable to anything else. Kurt was now in nothing, but his towel that was now loosening from around his waist. He broke his face away from Blaine and he buried his face in his chest, kissing below Blaine's Adam's apple as he unbuttoned the top few buttons.

The slender boy started kissing around Blaine's collar bone and nosing around while he began slowly grinding his groin into Blaine's. It only encouraged him more when he heard Blaine's breathing coming out audibly low and mixed with a touch of moaning. The sound of it was only made Kurt more turned on he wasn't sure what he was doing or what the result would be, but he had the feeling that if they continued the way they were, the result would be both of them having to clean up.

Blaine rolled them back over again and he recaptured Kurt's mouth. Kurt's eyes shot open and he felt the towel around his waist pop free. He wasn't sure if Blaine knew, but Kurt was now completely naked below him. We need to stop, Kurt thought, coming to his senses now. But it feels so so good.

Fuck, Blaine swore in his head. Shit, his skin feel so good. I know we need to stop, but. Oh Fuck. I can't stop touching him. He smells so good. Blaine rutted down against Kurt's erection and moaned at the feeling of friction against his own.

Kurt was turning to putty. He could feel his cock against Blaine's and the feeling on his bare skin was near orgasmic. "Oh B-Blaine," Kurt moaned.

"Kurt," Blaine responded in kind. He trailed his hand down Kurt's side and when he reached Kurt's hip he grasped it tightly, massaging his thumb into the skin. He slowed his kissing and movements, knowing something was different, but couldn't figure out what. When he moved his hand lower, he braced himself and opened his eyes wide. "Kurt, the towel," he said lifting his head off of Kurt and looking him in the eyes.

"What?" Kurt asked frazzled and lost in the moment.

"The towel. It fell off."

"I know." Kurt craned his neck forward and kissed Blaine again.

Blaine backed up even more. "W-We can't do this. I love you. I'm sorry. I-" Blaine closed his eyes tight and slid off Kurt, standing up and facing away from his naked boyfriend.

Kurt discarded the towel beneath him and quickly grabbed the silk robe again. "Why?" Kurt asked, wrapping around Blaine's waist from behind. "We both wanted it. Clearly we were both comfortable."

Blaine turned himself around, happy that Kurt was now covered up in a sense. "I promised you that I wouldn't pressure you. We were going to take our time."

"It's not pressuring if I was agreeing from the start. You weren't the one pressuring me. If anything, initiated it." Blaine was looking down at the floor. Kurt took Blaine's hands. "Don't feel bad. Blaine, we did this together."

"I just don't want to rush this. I don't want this to get all fucked up because we can't control ourselves. I want you so bad, but I love you too much to ruin this with sex."

"Come here," Kurt ordered comfortingly. He wrapped his arms around Blaine's waist and held him close. "Can I ask you something really personal? About your relationship with Derek?" Blaine nodded and followed Kurt back over to the bed, where they sat, still holding hands. Kurt put his towel over his lap. "What was it that made you and Derek's relationship go sour?"

"He forced me to see that I really did have feelings for you and then I realized that not only did I have feelings for you, but I was in love with you. Once I knew that, I couldn't be with him. I was in love with you all along."

"So, sex wasn't what tore you two apart? It was your feelings for me?"

"Yes."

"The Millionaire Matchmaker says that you shouldn't start having a sexual relationship with someone until you're in a committed monogamous relationship. We have that, right?"

"Yes."

"Then what does time matter? Okay, so we only officially got together yesterday, but I've been in love with you for more than five months. That's five months of thinking about you and wishing all the things I was feeling was felt by you too and every time I touched myself I thought of you."

"You did?" Blaine asked bashfully.

"Yes. So, to me, all this is a natural progression. It's the next step. We may not have to rush into full on sex, but if kissing causes us to start grinding and maybe more, then, well, what's wrong with it if we're comfortable?"

Blaine turned his eyes down and Kurt cupped Blaine's cheek. He was surprised at how level headed he was being. He hadn't pictured himself being the one to try to convince Blaine into enter into the physicality of their relationship. But here he was, strong and assured, asking Blaine to love him in anyway possible; in any sense of the word. "Are you sure?"

"I'll tell you what… how about if when we're kissing, any kind of over the clothes stuff is okay, and if one of us feels like more should be done we ask permission?"

"Define over the clothes because there are a lot of over the clothes stuff that can happen. There's grinding, touching," Blaine made a face, "m-more touching. I don't need you to take your boxers off in order to blow you."

Kurt's eyes widened in mysticism. "Seriously?"

"Yeah. And even though you were naked just now, I wasn't and I would have came in my pants from what we were doing."

"Wow." Kurt was getting exited again. "Okay. Kissing and grinding is okay, if it results in an orgasm, that's okay too, but if we want to touch we have to ask permission."

Blaine thought for a moment. "I think I can go along with that. I love you." Blaine leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on Kurt's lips.

"You can seriously give someone a blow job over their underwear?" Kurt was seriously intrigued.

"Oh yeah! It's not as hard as you think. Actually-"

"You really don't have to tell me," Kurt quickly interrupted.

"Oh. Sorry."

Kurt smiled. "It's okay. I just assume you knew this because it's something you did with Derek. I'd rather find out what it's like because you're doing it and not explaining an experience with your ex."

"Geez! Kurt, I'm so sorry. I didn't even think about that. I was trying to be conversational, but your right. I'm sorry."

"Blaine. Blaine, stop. You're fine, really. I promise." Kurt kissed Blaine again. "I know you have a history, but I don't want to hear the details."

"Got it." Another kiss was exchanged between them and Blaine left to let Kurt get dressed.