The Hummel men brought Blaine inside. "Dad?" Kurt asked, standing at the staircase.

"Yeah. Take him upstairs, Kurt. We'll talk about everything in the morning."

Kurt nodded. "Thank you, Dad." He escorted Blaine upstairs and into his bedroom. He shut the door and the moment he turned around, Blaine was inches from Kurt's face.

His eyes were tired and glossy; his hair was tousled; his skin was blotchy, yet there he was, standing before Kurt with pleading eyes. Blaine brushed the side of Kurt's head and stopped his hand at his neck. He traced Kurt's jaw with his thumb and Kurt watched as Blaine's eyes stared longingly at his lips.

With Blaine's free hand, he brought it up to touch Kurt's lips gently with his fingertips. Kurt inhaled and exhaled softly, letting him do as he wished. Blaine grazed the sensitive part of his fingers across Kurt's lips and curled them down as he brought his hand down to Kurt's chest. "Blaine," Kurt whispered.

Blaine leaned in, ignoring his boyfriend's call, and touched his lips to Kurt's. This is where Blaine felt safe, with Kurt. This is where he could burry his pain and fear and just be.

"Kurt," Blaine said between kisses.

"Mmm?" Kurt asked in response.

"I want to make love to you."

Kurt pulled back and looked at Blaine wide eyed. "I…"

Blaine closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around Kurt. "Please don't say no." He kissed his neck. "I want you." He trailed light kissed along Kurt's jaw and stopped when he reached his mouth and realized Kurt didn't kiss him back. He looked into Kurt's eyes, searching for a reason.

Kurt's face held an expression of guilt and confliction. He saw Blaine's face reflect all of his innocence. Blaine knew he was being rejected and it showed. "Don't you want me?"

Kurt wanted to cry for disappointing Blaine. "Of course I do. I love you. I always want you…but not like this." Blaine lowered his head and shut his eyes like a child, feeling stupid for bringing the subject up. "No, Blaine. Don't do that. Come here." He wrapped Blaine up in his arms and kissed him like he had earlier when they were outside. "Our first time together should be a happy moment, not brought on by sadness."

"I love you," he said.

"I love you."

"I need this. I need you. Please?"

Kurt wanted to give Blaine everything he wanted. He wanted to take his pain away. He shut his eyes tight as he heard Blaine sniffling and felt his heavy tears drop onto Kurt's shirt. I can't take advantage of him. He's upset and just needs to feel close to someone. This can't be our first time; not like this. God, I want to make him feel okay again. He let Blaine kiss him.

Blaine's hands roamed Kurt's body as he kissed him feverishly. He grasped his shoulders, his supple backside, his waist, face, hips, hands, anything he could reach. He touched Kurt with such emphasis that Kurt thought Blaine was afraid of Kurt disappearing. Blaine needed Kurt's touch. He needed to be close to the fair skinned beauty before him.

He trailed his hands down Kurt's sides to his waist and tugged his sweater to pull it over Kurt's head. Blaine crashed his lips back to Kurt's and when Kurt parted his lips Blaine's tongue entered his mouth, intertwining the muscle in his mouth with Kurt's. With his eyes shut and mouth careening to find a way to kiss Kurt deeper, he reached his hands around and untucked the white t-shit the slender boy was wearing.

Kurt wondered how long he'd let Blaine do this for. He felt like he was being pulled in different directions. He wanted to make Blaine's pain go away and the growing arousal in his pants was telling him to not stop the gorgeous boy's actions, but he wanted their first time to be perfect and he wanted them both to be ready. He wasn't sure he was. Kurt felt Blaine was only doing this because he was over-compensating for being rejected by his family. Yet, he still let Blaine undress him and touch him where and how he pleased. Kurt struggled hard with the incredible want to tare Blaine's clothes off as Blaine was doing to him. "Blaine," he whispered in between kisses.

"Kurt," Blaine responded. "I need you." He began sucking on Kurt's neck. "Let me love you." Kurt moaned at the feeling of Blaine's tongue on the hollow part of his neck. Blaine began to pull at his own shirt when Kurt stopped him. They both paused momentarily hand in hand, both holding onto Blaine's shirt and breathing heavily. Then gently, Kurt removed the polo shirt from Blaine's body.

He leaned in slowly at an angle and touched his lips to Blaine's, trying to get him to slow down. "There's no rush," he said softly. "We have all night." He looked upon the chiseled god in front of him and swallowed nervously. "I love you." He moved slowly closer to Blaine and enveloped his shoulders with his arms. Kurt held Blaine tenderly.

"I'll never love anyone more than I love you." Blaine didn't know what to do with this moment. He wanted Kurt so badly. He wanted to be inside him. He wanted Kurt feel the ultimate pleasure of passion and he wanted to be the one to make it so. Instead, Kurt's agonizingly slow and gentle touch was making him feel guilt. He knew this isn't what Kurt wanted. Kurt wanted to comfort Blaine when Blaine wanted to forget.

The lump in his throat returned and the tears ran hot once more. He started choking on his breath and held tight to Kurt, grasping so hard that it was pinching Kurt's skin. "I'm so sorry," he sobbed into Kurt's shoulder.

Kurt tried what he could to soothe Blaine. "Don't be sorry. We'll get through this. It's you and me, remember? Forever."

Blaine wasn't listening to the meaning behind Kurt's words. Instead he only heard 'no.' He backed away, out of Kurt's arms. "Why don't you want me?" He backed further away and sat on the bed, his hands covered his face. "Why doesn't anybody want me?" His face twisted into an ugly shape as the tears ran down and he struggled to breath.

Kurt watched Blaine beat himself up with words and tears, but he stayed silent. Instead he took slid his pants off and went to Blaine, clad only in his boxers. He stood Blaine up and removed his pants for him as well. He was gentle, not trying to put off a sexy vibe. He turned down his bed and crawled in, opening his arms up for Blaine to enter in with him.

Blaine crawled in and nuzzled up to Kurt's chest. Kurt held him, and kissed him, and whispered things to him, then finally, he sang a lullaby to him softly until he couldn't hear Blaine's cries anymore.