On Wednesday Blaine came over for dinner. Kurt kept checking his father's face to see if he thought anything else was going on besides what they talked about, but nothing seemed to change and that suited Kurt fine. After dinner Blaine and Kurt went up to his room and they worked on homework.

Regional's would be this weekend and since they were on opposing teams, they decided that it would best to not mention glee club at all. They had wanted to spend time together, but were strapped for time so they agreed to work on homework for at least an hour before they proceeded to cuddling and making out to whatever movie they decided to ignore.

After forty-five minutes Kurt got to thinking. "Hey, Blaine?" he asked.

Blaine looked up from his chemistry textbook. "Yeah?"

"Do you have any sex toys?" He felt more comfortable saying 'sex toy' than vibrator or dildo. He wasn't there on the comfort level yet.

Blaine blinked a few times, surprised at his question. "Um-" He coughed and loosened his tie. "Why?"

"Zach said every gay he knows has one. Do you?" Kurt read Blaine's facial expression and quickly added, "I'm not trying to judge you, I'm just curious."

"Uh… yeah I have a couple."

"A couple?"

"Yeah," Blaine said slowly, his cheeks turning a slight pink. "Joke gifts from some of the guys for my last birthday." He rubbed the back of his neck and averted his eyes.

Kurt felt back for making Blaine feel self-conscious. "I have one," he offered comfortingly. His face flushed and his nerves caught up with him the second he said his last statement.

"You do?" Blaine looked up, seemingly surprised.

Kurt couldn't stop himself from leaning over the side of his bed and grabbing the shoe box under his bed. He brought it up onto the bedspread and opened the lid, showing Blaine his new gift. "See."

"Wow."

"What?"

"It's purple." Blaine kind of smiled.

"Is that bad?" Kurt asked suddenly feeling like this was the wrong idea.

"No. I have a blue one. Electric blue actually. It's not nearly as high tech as this one, but…" he trailed off.

"… it gets the job done?" Kurt offered for a sentence ender. He didn't know what he was thinking. The conversation and situation was incredibly awkward. Almost as awkward as yesterday when Zach first presented it to him.

"Actually I haven't used it since before we got together. I haven't used any of them."

"Really? Why not?"

"You don't want to know. It's stupid." Blaine averted eye contact again.

"I bet it isn't. You can tell me."

Blaine sighed and took a deep breath, preparing himself. "Well, I keep thinking that you're going to just waltz in through my door any minute and catch me. Then I'd feel bad you might think that I'd rather be with an inanimate object than you, when the reality would be that if I were using one of them, I'd be imagining being with you."

Kurt wasn't sure how to answer. Comforting? Turn it into a joke to lighten the mood? He went with the humor. "That is both a paranoid way of looking at it and very flattering." He smiled and put the lid back on the box. Kurt leaned back over, laying on his stomach to slide the box back under the bed.

Blaine took advantage of the moment and crawled across the empty space and straddled Kurt's hips, sitting back on Kurt's ass. "What are you doing?" Kurt asked gently.

Blaine put his hands on Kurt's back and started rubbing up and down the fabric of Kurt's shirt. "Rubbing you back."

Kurt closed his eyes. Blaine's ministrations were soothing. "Your hands are really warm," Kurt murmured.

"Mm," Blaine agreed softly. "My palms get warm when I get nervous."

"I'm sorry I made you nervous."

"When did you get that anyway?"

"Yesterday. Zach thought it would be a fantastic present for me since I didn't have one."

"Oh."

"I would have told you yesterday, but I'm still getting comfortable with the idea that I actually have one."

"So… Did you use it?" Blaine asked, trying to be nonchalant as he continued to rub at Kurt's back.

Kurt turned his body a little and tried to look up to see Blaine. "No," he emphasized. He couldn't look up at Blaine, so he turned around. Blaine adjusted himself so that Kurt could flip himself onto his back beneath him. It ended up that Blaine was still straddling Kurt's hips when Kurt leaned up on his elbows. "I don't want to use it."

"You don't?" Blaine looked sheepish. It was endearing to Kurt.

"No. Blaine, I'm a virgin. When I lose my virginity I want it to be because I was with someone I love, not a piece of silicone. You're more than that to me. More than that one particular part of your body. You're heart, and brain, and eyes, and hands, and lips, and so much more. You're a person with emotions."

"Emotions for you," he added. Quietly.

"For me," Kurt repeated.

Blaine finally looked into Kurt's eyes and stared lovingly. He was comforted and felt better. He was so in love with the boy beneath him. He smiled slightly and he leaned down to put the lightest of kisses on Kurt's lips.

Kurt parted his lips and Blaine reciprocated. Their kiss wasn't frantic. It was slow and warm and gentle, while at the same time, the sexual tension could be felt by both boys. Kurt brought one hand up to cup the side of Blaine's face. Blaine slipped his tongue into Kurt's mouth for an instant only. He tasted of the water he drank with dinner earlier.

They could have continued doing this for hours. They could have stayed wrapped up in one another for the rest of their lives, but they were brought back down from the ninth cloud Burt opened Kurt's bedroom door.

"Oh! I'm sorry. Never mind," Burt fumbled with his words and stepped back out of the room, closing the door behind him.

"Shit!" Kurt exclaimed with wide eyes, practically throwing Blaine off of him to the side. "Dad!" he yelled. Kurt scrambled off the bed and left Blaine frozen on his bed. "Dad!" Kurt yelled again. As he rushed down the stairs. He met him at the bottom.

"I'm sorry. You're a teen. I should have knocked," Burt looked traumatized.

"Dad. It's not what you think," was the only thing Kurt could manage to get out.

"Are you two together now?"

"Okay, maybe it's exactly what you think."

"So are you?"

"Yes. He left Derek. He didn't cheat on him. He and I are together. He loves me." The last part was an accident, but at least it was out in the open. After he said it, Kurt felt that it couldn't make things worse.

Burt straightened up and looked his son in the eyes. "He said that?"

Kurt managed to turn the corners of his mouth up for a second. "Yes. He said that he loves me and that he's known all along, but was too scared to do anything about it because he didn't want to risk losing me."

Burt took a breath. "And you two weren't about to…"

Kurt filled in the gaps in Burt's sentence in his head. "No. Just kissing. That's all. I swear. It wasn't going to go any further than that."

"Blaine!" Burt called out. "Come down here please."

"Dad, please be nice. You like him remember."

Moments later, Blaine emerged at the top of the stairs and made his way down. He had his bag with his books in his hand. He looked like he was ready to be kicked out of the house. "Hi." Blaine felt like an idiot for saying it, but didn't know what else to say.

"Hi," Burt responded. "Let's just get one thing clear. If you love my son, you are to be good to him. I am not someone who you want to see mad. If you hurt him, I'll hurt you, do I make myself clear?"

Blaine gulped. "Clear as glass, Sir."

"Another thing. I'm Burt. Not Sir, or Mr. Hummel."

"Got it."

"And you two are not going to have sex in this house. The same rules apply. He doesn't spend the night in your room and if I catch you doing any funny business, he's out the door." Burt directed that last part to Kurt. "You have the same rules as Finn, Kurt."

"Okay. We'll be good," Kurt answered.

"I mean it boys. You two respect each other and respect this house. I don't care how hormonal either one of you are."

"We understand, Dad."

"Alright, then we're done here." Burt gave both Kurt and Blaine another once over with his eyes and walked away.

Kurt turned to his boyfriend and smiled, but also held his own chest because his heart was thumping so hard. The color in Blaine's face had drained and he was pale. "I told you he would find out," Blaine whispered.

"It's not so bad. Come on. Let's go back upstairs."

"Actually I think I better go."

"Why?" Kurt asked concernedly.

"It's not you. I'm just feeling kind of awkward with your Dad right now and I want to show him that I'm not about to go back upstairs to your room with you to shut the door."

"But you don't have to. We can just as easily go in the kitchen or watch the game in the living room with Finn and Dad."

"Babe, I'm really sorry. I'm really uncomfortable right now. I'll see you on Saturday."

Despite the fact that Blaine used his first pet name on Kurt, Kurt was still disappointed that he was leaving. He felt this was somehow all his fault. "Walk me out to my car? Please?"

Kurt nodded his head. "Yeah."

Blaine followed Kurt out the door and down the walkway to his car in the driveway. "Hey," he said when he saw Kurt's face in the moonlight. He put his arms around Kurt's waist. "Don't feel bad. It's fine. I'm not leaving because of you. I still love you."

Kurt hugged him back. "You promise you're not leaving because of me?"

"Are you kidding?" Blaine pulled back slightly and placed a chaste kiss on Kurt's lips. "You didn't do anything wrong. We didn't do anything wrong. Your father just scared me that's all. I want to do this right, Kurt." He held him close again.

"Thank you for the back massage. It felt nice."

"You're welcome. You have a lot of stressors. I wanted to alleviate some for you."

"You're amazing. I love you."

"I love you too."

"Call me tomorrow?"

"Of course."

Blaine kissed Kurt goodbye, leaving a lingering taste on Kurt's lips, and drove off. Kurt went back inside and back up to his room to finish his homework.