No words needed to be exchanged for Kurt to automatically lie down next to him and nuzzle himself close as Blaine's arms closed around him. Kurt rested his head on Blaine's shoulder as Blaine rested his lips on Kurt's forehead. Minutes slipped by without words being said.

"Do you have a heart murmur?" Kurt asked.

Blaine didn't move. Instead he talked softly into Kurt's skin. "Yeah. How'd you know?" It was then he realized that one of Kurt's hands were pinned between them both and rested on Blaine's chest.

"I can feel it. Your heart is pounding, but if you count to seven, the fourth beat skips, then the third one after that beats an extra beat. The pattern repeats itself over and over." Kurt wasn't really explaining, it was more of a chatter to fill space.

Blaine smiled and pulled back to admire his boyfriend. "That's what you've been doing this whole time? Counting?"

Kurt grinned back. "What have you been doing?"

Blaine paused, trying to think of the suavest way to flirt with the boy in his arms. "Dreaming."

Kurt fell right for Blaine's trap. "Dreaming of what?"

Blaine brushed a lock of hair that fell into Kurt's eyes. He tucked it back with the rest of his soft tufts and turned his eyes to meets Kurt's. "Of doing this." He cupped the boy's face and brought his lips to meet Kurt's.

Kurt smiled into the kiss and met Blaine with equal affection. "Mmm," Blaine moaned lightly. "I love kissing you." His hand never left Kurt's face and he rubbed the porcelain skin of Kurt's temples delicately.

There was silence again as Kurt's expression changed. This was a face Blaine didn't recognize, but he could feel his heart beat racing. He was about to ask what was wrong, but Kurt spoke instead.

"I love you." There, he thought, I said it. It was barely audible, but he threw it out there for Blaine to take.

Blaine thought he heard Kurt say 'I love you,' but he wasn't sure. He didn't know if it was fear that made him think he might have said something else, or the shear want to. It came as a surprise to him. Wasn't this the goal? To have love? Isn't this what you wanted? He wasn't sure. He had never sat and made himself evaluate his feelings for Kurt. He knew he cared for him; he was certainly attracted, he was the only one who could make or break his day. When had I given that power to him? There were so many things that raced through his head. Love. Do I?

Blaine was quiet for too long, for Kurt to think he had heard him. In case he did, but didn't know what to say in return Kurt didn't repeat it. He didn't want to be rejected. Instead he just waited.

Blaine broke the silence. "I'm sorry," he said. "I know I should be saying it back, but…"

"Don't-" Kurt interrupted. "You don't have to. If you don't feel the same way, I don't want to hear it. We're happy as we are and I don't need a four letter word to become a problem."

Blaine stared, shocked. There was that feeling again, creeping up on him, the one that made him protective of Kurt when he seemed less than happy. The only problem was that it was him who made him that way. "Stop," he said with a slight pang in his chest. "Don't do that to yourself. You just said something very important and special. Don't downgrade that to just a four letter word because I'm an idiot."

"You're not an idiot."

"Yes, I am, Kurt. I'm scared. I have the most beautiful creature in my grasps telling me how he feels and I don't say anything. I don't know what to say." Blaine's eyes were wild. "I've never been in love, so I don't know what this is. I know that I hate being without you. I know that I came alive when I met you. I know that being with you is the greatest thing that has ever happened to me and the worst part of my day is wondering when the next time I'll see you is because I don't have you with me at that moment. God, Kurt." He was breathing very heavily now. "I just- I want you, Kurt. I want all of you. I want you for always and I don't want to share."

Kurt saw the look of desperation in Blaine and crashed his lips and body to Blaine. The intensity grew quickly and soon both boys were grasping at one another as they did before, breaking apart for mere milliseconds to gasp for breath before plunging their tongues and massaging them together.

Giving Kurt a shove, he rolled Kurt onto his back. Kurt wound his arms around Blaine's back and pulled the curly haired dream to him, unintentionally making Blaine grind his crotch into Kurt's. "Ung," they both moaned.

Blaine caressed Kurt's face and hungrily nibbled on Kurt's neck. Kurt grasped at anything he could reach: Blaine's back, shoulder blades, hair, and arms. He curled his fingers in Blaine's curls and forcibly pulled Blaine's head away from Kurt's neck.

This made Blaine grind his hips again. A moan escaped him. "Ung. Kurt…" His breath was ragged. "You're… making me…" Kurt bucked his hips and captured Blaine's lips with his own; taking the quick opportunity of Blaine's open mouth, Kurt plunged his tongue into Blaine's mouth. Blaine met Kurt's enthusiasm, but broke the kiss quickly. "Ahh," he heaved. "Kurt, I'm so hard for you."

Kurt could feel Blaine's cock pressed up against him, trying to bust out of its pants. "I want you sooo bad. Fuck. Blaine."

There was something about Kurt swearing that made Blaine become even more turned on. Hearing Kurt moaning his name, Blaine ground his hips harder into Kurt's groin and felt how large he swelled. He suddenly found a new confidence knowing that he was the cause of it. "Ask me."

"Blaine."

"Tell me what you need."

"You. Shit. Ahh. Fuck. I need you."

Blaine's voice lowered and the ragged sound went away. "Beg me," he cooed into Kurt's lips.

"Touch me. Pleeeaaassse. Touch me. I neeeed you."

Blaine moaned, but kept his composure. "Louder."

"Ung. Fuck Blaine. Touch me!" Kurt practically yelled it. If Blaine's neighbor's were paying attention they could most likely hear them. This didn't deter Blaine from his task at all. "Do it! Pleeeaaassse, Blaine!"

Blaine crashed his lips to Kurt's and kissed him hard over and over while his left hand fumbled with Kurt's pant's button. This was new territory for Blaine, he'd never unbuttoned someone else's pants before. He gave up trying to unbutton Kurt's pants one handed and blind. He released Kurt's mouth with an audible smack and lifted himself to kneeling between his legs. Blaine was surprised that it took a mere second to unfasten the pants, but before he had a chance to reach his real destination, Kurt sat up and Blaine's first instinct was to pull Kurt to him.

This caused Kurt to be perched on Blaine's lap with his legs straddling his love's waist. Not being able to control himself, Kurt rocked his hips back and forth. There was an urgency to their movements. It wasn't because they felt rushed. It was more of a fear that if they stopped for one instant, the moment would disappear. They both needed to feel close for so long that they felt they'd die if they let go of one another.

Kurt reached down and made quick work of Blaine's jean button and zipper. He made motion to slip his hand into Blaine's pants when Blaine moved to lay Kurt back down. Kurt fell backwards with Blaine attached to his lips. Something about Blaine's kissing changed. It wasn't as urgent. It became gentle again, like when Kurt had just walked in. He became confused and that confusion quickly turned to disappointment. What happened? he thought. Did I do something wrong? Both boys lied there with their pants undone, kissing, touching, doing nothing more with their hips; their movements calm.