After the tears dried, both boys lied side by side staring at one another, every now and then a hand would raise to touch the other boy lovingly, or a sentence or two would slip out in a whisper that would melt the recipient's heart.

Ten minutes pasted of this and Kurt excused himself to use the restroom. He pressed himself to Blaine and kissed him. Blaine started to wrap his arms around Kurt when he pushed himself away. "Bathroom, remember?" Blaine stuck his bottom lip out and pretended to pout. Kurt rolled his eyes playfully and stood up.

Blaine watched Kurt slink his way to the door, taking in the look of Kurt in his tight pants. Those pants fit like a dream on Kurt. They hugged his hips and perfectly round behind like they were made for the soul purpose of teasing Blaine. He held back a moan. God, he looks so good. His eyes raked over his boyfriend hungrily.

The door shut behind Kurt and Blaine plopped his head back down onto the pillow, breaking his trance on Kurt. I just checked out my boyfriend's ass, he thought. I'm allowed to do that, right? It's not pervish to appreciate a loved one's body. Blaine almost felt embarrassed going through this line of thinking. He'd been attracted to men for as long as he could remember, but he'd never wanted to touch another man as animalistic as he did Kurt, and his attractions certainly never involved pure emotions.

He stood and stretched. He felt it was important to try to calm the feeling that was pumping through his veins. He jumped a couple times and stretched some more, as if shaking out horny were possible. Before he had a chance to stop himself, he heard the doorknob click as it turned, and Blaine quickly opened it the rest of the way, pulled Kurt in by his hand, and backed Kurt up against the shutting door. He boxed Kurt in by placing both hands on either side of Kurt's head on the door.

Kurt looked startled as first, but quickly changed his facial expression to submissive and inviting. His heart was racing.

Blaine's first instinct was to crush Kurt's body with his own, but took in the look of the porcelain doll in front of him who looked as if he was trying not to ask for Blaine to do just as his first instinct told him to, and it softened his demeanor immediately. Kurt deserved more than lust.

Slowly, Blaine removed his right hand from the door and ran his fingertips gently from Kurt's cheek, down his neck, across his shoulders, down his arm, and linked Kurt's hand with his own. Kurt moved reflexively along with Blaine. Never leaving the gaze of Kurt's eyes, Blaine saw what he was looking for: the same emotion filled intensity that he felt; the need for more. He brought Kurt's perfect hand to rest on his shoulder and delicately brought his own to rest of the small of the other boy's back.

Kurt's breath hitched and he trembled at Blaine's touch. He leaned in and kissed Blaine with parted lips. "You taste like chocolate," he said breathily.

Blaine smiled, his eyes glazed and shiny with happiness. With his free hand, Blaine gently held Kurt's fingertips in his palm and edged backwards, pulling him towards the bed.

If it weren't for Blaine breaking eye contact to make sure he wasn't going to trip on his duvet over, Kurt would not have noticed the clock behind Blaine. "Thirty minutes," he said with a disappointment in his voice.

"What?" Blaine asked.

"Thirty minutes. That's how long we have before I have to leave."

Blaine turned around and looked at the clock to see for himself. 8:30, he thought. He looked back at Kurt, trying to stay positive, and saw his beautiful eyes turn downward, something he often did when he was about to try to hide tears. Blaine didn't want the evening to be sullied by crying "…again," he thought. He wanted to make the night happy and wonderful for Kurt. He shouldn't be crying during such a perfect evening. He hated the clock for breaking the moment. "Come here." He wrapped Kurt up in his arms and rubbed his back with one hand and caressed the back of his head with the other. "It's going to be okay. Don't be upset."

"This evening was so perfect that I don't want it to end. And now I'm ruining it, by being emotional... Again."

"No," Blaine soothed. "No, you didn't ruin anything. I don't want it to end either." Blaine could feel the strength Kurt had by how tightly he held onto him. "But it would be ruined if we spend the rest of the night depressed about how the night should have gone instead of making our time last."

This seemed to make sense to Kurt. He let go of his vice grip on Blaine and looked him in the eyes. "You're right. I'm sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about. Why don't we just put a movie on and we can curl up together."

"No movie, the music that's on now is fine." Kurt took a deep breath to try to calm himself. "But curling up would be great."

"Okay." Blaine smiled. It swelled his heart to know that he knew Kurt so well that he could calm him so quickly. It also gave him an overwhelming sense of warmth that he cared so much. He hadn't wanted to hold or comfort someone as much as he did Kurt. It genuinely bothered him to think that Kurt could ever be upset. No one so beautiful should ever be anything less than happy, he thought. Blaine turned toward the bed and lied down, angling himself slightly on his side. He looked up at Kurt and opened his arms.