Blaine was a good driver without Burt following behind him, but seemed to be extra cautious now, not wanting the father of his boyfriend to think a maniac was driving around his son.

"What are you thinking about?" Kurt asked after ten minutes of silence.

Blaine smiled with an expression of ease on his face. This is going to sound so cheesy, he thought. "Cargo."

Kurt laughed. "What? Why?"

"Your dad is driving behind us, probably judging my driving like a cop, and I couldn't help, but think how I was carting precious cargo." He took his eyes off the road long enough to find Kurt's hand and lace his fingers through the delicate fingers of Kurt's. He winked and turned his eyes back to the road.

"Are you nervous? About today?" Kurt inquired.

"I'm always nervous. Anything that involves you I get nervous. Or maybe anxious would be a better word."

Kurt's eyes narrowed in curiosity. "Always? For everything?" He was beginning to feel like this would turn into a conversation he would regret having.

"Most everything, yes." He said it so matter-of-factly that Blaine had Kurt more confused than ever. Blaine glanced over when Kurt became silent and saw the apprehensive expression. "Oh! It's nothing you have to worry about. I just over think a lot. Everything with you is new to me and I know it is new to you too, so I take a lot of things to heart and internalize them. Like when people say things about you or us. I fly off the handle easily because we are none of anyone's business, but our own." He gave Kurt a reassuring smile.

"Do you get nervous when we're alone?" Kurt asked hesitantly.

Blaine turned his head fully, glancing at the road every few seconds. "Don't think that. Not for one second, okay?" He squeezed his love's hand. "When I say nervous or anxious I don't mean it in a negative way. I'm cautious. I'm thinking of you; always you. I don't want you to feel pressured or uncomfortable. I want you to be happy."

"I am happy. I'm happier with you than I ever have been. My biggest fear is you not feeling the way I do."

"You don't have to be afraid of that, my love." He squeezed Kurt's hand again. "I don't tell you how I feel, just to say something. I tell you I love you because I actually feel overwhelmed with emotion when I look at you or even think about you."

"I keep expecting to wake up and still be back in time wishing for someone to come into my life and care about me half as much as you appear to."

"Damn it. I wish I could pull over. It'd be easier to have this conversation if I could look at you."

"Sorry."

"No, don't apologize. This is probably something we should have talked about sooner. I don't ever want you to think that you don't deserve this. Like being loved is something you're not supposed have. If anyone deserves nothing less than the best it's you."

"Why? You always talk about me like I'm something special. Why is it that I deserve something that someone else doesn't?"

"Because you are special. You're the most moral and pure soul I've ever met. No one has ever made me feel like this. I see you one way and have a hard time with people not seeing what I see. I love you, Kurt. Isn't that part of what love is? Seeing that person as the most precious thing in the world?"

Kurt smiled appreciatively. "I guess so."

"Don't doubt how I feel about you because whatever you think I feel for you, I guarantee that it's a million times stronger than that. You're everything to me. I swear I'd lose it if I didn't have you." He paused. "Like today. I'm so lucky to have you with me on this. I'm scared shitless of facing my dad after the way I spoke to him last night and on the phone today, but I know I'll get through it because I have you with me."

Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand back and told him, "You'll always have me, Blaine. I love you."

They arrived at the school and Blaine took a deep breath before entering his dorm house. Kurt held his hand tight and assured him that it would be okay. Burt assured him of the same, looking very determined to give Mr. Anderson a piece of his mind.

They reached Blaine's room and there was a folded piece of paper taped to the door. It had his name written on it. Confused, he took it off the door and opened it.

Dear Blaine,

We left your bag with you Residential Advisor. Your father had enough and couldn't handle things right now. We will talk, but right now isn't the time. We will revisit this when everyone has cooled off. Please apologize to Kurt's father for driving all this way for nothing.

Love,

Mom

Blaine breathed deeply, not sure how he felt at that moment and took out his keys. He opened his door and let the Hummel men in.

"They not here?" Burt asked.

Blaine handed him the letter. "No."

Burt read the letter and handed it back to Blaine, examining his face in search of feeling. He found it. "Kurt, would you mind stepping out for a minute? I'd like to talk to Blaine alone."

Kurt eyed Blaine carefully silently asking if he's okay with Burt's request. Blaine give a quick nod of his head. "I'll be just outside," he said to Blaine and exited the room, shutting the door behind him.

Blaine went over to his bed and sat down on the perfectly made mattress and thumbed the note from his parents in his hands. Even though Burt requested to talk to Blaine, he stayed silent, feeling it was important to let Blaine speak when he was ready.

After a minute, he finally did. His knee bounced quickly and it was clear to see that he was holding a lot of emotions inside. "You know," he began, "I keep thinking 'When?' When am I going to stop being a disappointment for them? When are they going to stop being embarrassed that their youngest son is gay?" He chewed on his lower lip while he thought and still didn't look up at Burt. He seemed to be looking off into nothing in particular. "But then something like this happens and whether I tell Kurt about it or not, I still have him to lean on and things come into perspective for me. Then all the 'when am I going to stop being a disappointment to them' questions turn into 'when are they going to stop being a disappointment to me?'" He looked up at Burt now. "That's all they do is let me down. The one great thing they did for me was send me here. Everything else has just been about a checkbook."

Burt pulled out Blaine's desk chair and sat backwards on it in front of the curly haired boy. "You're amazing. You and Kurt… I'm in constant awe of how strong you both are and how you're able to spin a real piece of crap situation into something to learn or grow from. For a very long time, I felt that I had to keep Kurt from situations like this and feelings like this, but it dawned on me that it's times like this that you and him shine as people. I mean, yeah, your dad not bein' a man and standing by you, it sucks. It sucks a lot, but are you sitting here in hysterics? No, you're not wallowing in pain. You're taking that pain and turning it into something that'll work for you." Burt reached out and put his hand on Blaine's upper arm, grasping it and looking in his eyes, meaning every word.

Blaine smiled faintly and for the first time in a long time, felt proud of himself for just being himself. "I'm sorry you drove all the way here for nothing."

Burt shrugged his shoulders. "Nah. It wasn't for nothing. You helped my son through a hard time. The least I can do is try to do the same for you." He paused, knowing Blaine needed a father figure. "And I care about you. I kind of feel weird saying so because you're not my son, but I think you need to know that; that someone other than Kurt, like an adult type person, cares about your well-being."

"Thank you. I feel like that's all I'm saying these days to you, but if it's all the same to you… Thank you."

Burt stood up and smiled. "You're welcome, kiddo." He began to walk toward the door to let Kurt back in.

"Burt? Can Kurt stay? He can drive my car back whenever you want him home. I'm okay, but I'd really like some company. The guys here wouldn't really understand."

Burt inhaled deeply and appeared to be thinking. He was mentally weighing the pros and cons of the situation. "Aaahhhh," he dragged out as he came to his final decision. "Yeah, sure. I want him back by curfew. No later."

Blaine knew he was serious. "Thank you… again." He smiled.

Burt opened the door. Kurt was standing at the door already. He had obviously been ease dropping. He smiled brightly up at his father and jumped at him, hugging him tightly. "Thank you!"

"Yeah, yeah," Burt said patting his son's back. "Behave." He released him and reminded Kurt of his curfew before exiting and closing the door.

Still beaming, Kurt hopped up and down, clenching his hands and squealing. This made Blaine laugh through his nose. He approached Kurt and gently held his hands.

"So, what do you want to do today?" Kurt asked sweetly.

It didn't take Blaine long to think of an answer. "Well, I officially did the walk of shame and came home in the same clothes that I wore yesterday." He looked down and appraised himself. "So, I'd like to start with a shower, if you don't mind."

"Oh. Yeah. Hygiene is definitely a good thing to include in a day."

Blaine looked down and pressed his lips. "D-Do you wanna join me?" He peered through his eye lashes.

Kurt looked at him disbelieving and batted his eyelids. He had known what Blaine looked like without his clothes on collectively from their various interactions, but they had never been completely without clothing in front of one another before. His breath hitched when he went to answer. "O-okay."

Blaine's face appeared stunned. He was almost sure Kurt would say no. Hell, I'm surprised I asked as it is because I'm nervous as shit. "Yeah?" He wanted to make sure Kurt didn't feel pressured into something they may not be ready for.

Kurt nodded, his face visibly nervous. "Yeah."

"Are you sure? Because you look terrified."

"A little nervous because this is something new, but I'm not uncomfortable with the idea."

Blaine leaned in and touched his lips to Kurt's softly. "I'll be right back." He left Kurt standing there and went into the adjoining bathroom. He was thankful that this time his neighbor didn't forget to unlock his bathroom door. He turned the water on in the shower and locked his neighbor's door to prevent intrusion. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and stopped.

Blaine looked himself in the eyes, really looked at himself, something he hadn't done in a long time. His heart was fluttering. He smiled and looked away because all he saw was Kurt. Kurt was his world and he was ready for this step they were taking. He wondered if Kurt was thinking the same thing. Being completely naked with someone was one of the ultimate vulnerabilities and he wanted that with Kurt. He wanted to show Kurt that as much as he wanted to be that for him.

When he returned Kurt has already brought out two towels and Blaine's shower caddy. Blaine gulped silently. He noticed that Kurt's shoes and watch had already been discarded.

Kurt looked to Blaine wordlessly and inhaled deeply. He was nervous. That was obvious. He gulped just as Blaine had.

The curly haired dream sauntered over to the slender boy and cupped his face, slowly leaning in and kissing him gently. He took his time carefully unclasping each snap on Kurt's shirt, then sliding the cloth off his shoulders and down his arms. He neatly placed it on his bed beside them. Next came the black t-shirt he wore underneath. He untucked that and pulled it over Kurt's head. Blaine touched Kurt's chest and torso gently with his fingertips as if he'd never done so before and reveled in his glowing skin.

Kurt's breath hitched and he pulled Blaine's polo shirt off with ease. He tossed it in the direction of Blaine's closet where he knew his dirty laundry was. He unbuckled Blaine's belt and drew it out of the belt loops.

Blaine did the same with Kurt's belt and unbuttoned his pants. He realized that Kurt was wearing button fly pants and said the first thing between them in minutes. "Of course this couldn't be easy," he joked, breaking the tension.

Kurt chuckled. "What? They're Dior. They worked with the shirt." They both smiled and exhaled. Kurt realized that Blaine was really asking for help and he obliged. Because of his slender hips, the second he let go of his pants, they fell to the floor. He stepped out of them and slid his ankle socks off by sliding his feet back.

Blaine was about to unbutton his own pants when Kurt replaced Blaine's fingers with his own. He guided Blaine's khaki's down his legs and took off his socks gently when he crouched down. He looked up at Blaine sweetly when both of them were in nothing but their boxers. Kurt swallowed hard and continued to look up at Blaine as he curled his finger tips over Blaine's boxer briefs.

Blaine appeared innocent and untouched as Kurt watched him. He pulled the shorts down slowly. Blaine stepped out of them and Kurt tossed them in the direction of the shirt. He stared up at him momentarily and amiably kissed Blaine's inner thigh.

Blaine's organ swelled slightly. He held Kurt's hands and raised him to stand. He slid his hands down Kurt's hips and into the sides of the paler boy's boxers. The lower he brought his hands, running them down Kurt's thighs and then his calves, the lower the shorts went. When he got them down to his ankles, he nuzzled the side of his head against the outside of Kurt's right thigh, kissing it gently as Kurt had done to him.

When he stood, they boys looked at each other from head to toe, taking in the moment. Blaine took Kurt by the waist, but instead of kissing him, he pulled him in for an embrace. Being the shorter one, he tucked his face into the crook of Kurt's neck and held him close. They could both feel every part of the other's body against their own. To Kurt's surprise it wasn't erotic or sensual in any way; it was romantic. They were experiencing each other for what seemed to be the first time all over again. "I love you," Blaine whispered.

"I love you," Kurt replied. "So much."

Blaine backed away, still holding Kurt's hand and walked them both to the bathroom.

The bathroom was warm and steamy. Blaine slid the shower door back for Kurt to step in. He followed in after him. There was complete silence as both boys lathered the other's hair and rinsed it out, then conditioned and repeated the process.

Kurt thought Blaine looked incredibly sexy when water streamed down his body. When Blaine's eyes were closed, Kurt stole glances at his entire figure and his heart would skip a beat. How did I get so lucky to get to this as a boyfriend, he thought as he ran his fingers through Blaine's wet curls.

Kurt grabbed Blaine's loofa and poured an ample amount of body wash on it. He began to wash Blaine's body and the more he ran it over Blaine's skin the more sudsy the loofa became. As a joke, Kurt blew the bubbles at Blaine's face.

Blaine scrunched his face up and wiped the bubbles from his face and hair. He smiled sarcastically at his boyfriend who was looking very proud of himself. He grabbed the loofa from him. "Gimme that," he said with a smile. He took the bottle of soap and poured some over each of Kurt's shoulders, caused him to shudder from the coldness of the liquid. He began rubbing the loofa all over his chest, stomach, arms, back, legs, everywhere. When he was finished he squeezed the loofa above Kurt's head, which caused a stream of bubbles to fall. "There," he said like he had just completed a project. "And now you're a frosted cupcake." They both began laughing and Kurt stuck his head under the water before shaking the water and run off at Blaine.

Blaine covered his face to block the water from getting in his eyes. When he had enough he grabbed Kurt and pushed him back, running his hands around his waist, replacing the laughter that fell from Kurt's mouth with his lips. His hands traveled lower and he stood staring at the love of his life during a tender moment.

Their laughter was dwindling and suddenly there was an electricity between them. Whether it was the air around the shower or the electricity erupting Kurt wasn't sure, but he was getting goose bumps all over his body. He was a soapy mess and Blaine's hands were holding onto the bottom of Kurt's ass.

Blaine's fingers were so close to Kurt's entrance. Kurt trembled as he breathed in and saw the look in Blaine's eyes. They bore into his with want and hesitation, a combination that left Kurt wanting him more. He took one last breath. "Do it," he said breathily, trying to sound confident.

"Are you sure?" Blaine asked, the look in his eyes never changing.

"I want you to. I want to do this with you."

Waiting a few beats, Blaine licked his lips, inhaled, and kissed Kurt tenderly, exhaling though his nose. His hands remained unmoving. If anything, Blaine's hands inadvertently tightened on Kurt's smooth skin.

Kurt was trying not to stiffen his body. He knew he had to keep relaxed, but he was nervous and the shower wall, which Blaine had now backed him onto, was cold to the touch. He decided that if he just focused on kissing Blaine, then he might be able to relax. Kissing Blaine intensely usually caused Kurt's body to go limp or weak anyway. So he concentrated on the feel of Blaine's tongue snaking past his lips and massaging against his own. His heart fluttered and he bit down on Blaine's lower lip, letting it go through his teeth.

A deep moan escaped Blaine's throat and his fingers wandered closer to Kurt's puckered entrance. He touched it lightly with his index finger and was able to feel the heat being emitted from it. He began circling his index and middle finger around it. Kurt's chest contracted for a second and Blaine shot his eyes open to check Kurt's facial expression. Innocent, that's how Kurt looked.

"Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah." It was impossible for Kurt to sound convincing when he was under Blaine's spell. Blaine continued his finger ministrations.

"We can stop if you want."

"N-no." A ragged moan leapt from his throat. It was the sexiest thing Blaine ever heard. "Please, pa-please don't s-stop. Mmnn." Kurt's mind went blank and was unable to describe to himself how good what Blaine was doing felt. Without warning, he felt Blaine's index finger enter into him and his breath caught. He gasped and his eyes shut tight. It didn't hurt per say, it was just a new feeling. It was something that he knew was supposed to eventually feel good, but for now, it was just awkward.

Blaine swallowed hard and watched Kurt's eye lids squeeze shut. He kept his finger still and brought his other hand around to stroke Kurt's face. "Relax, my love," he cooed. If Kurt's eyes were open he would have seen Blaine's face betraying his tone of voice. The tender tone was purely for Kurt, but Blaine was really worried about hurting Kurt.

Kurt hadn't known until Blaine told him to relax that he had clenched his muscles around Blaine's finger. "Breathe," Blaine encouraged. So, Kurt did what he was told and inhaled slowly. His natural instinct was to hold his breath and continue clenching, but he forced out the air through his nose in short breaths. The more he exhaled, the more he relaxed.

Blaine readjusted his footing and stance and dragged his free hand from Kurt's face down his chest, back round to the small of his back. When Kurt finally relaxed enough, Blaine pushed his index finger in as far as it would go, reaching deeper inside Kurt.

Kurt gasped again, but this time focused on breathing and it became easier to relax. "Just tell me when, my love," Blaine said lovingly in Kurt's ear.

Kurt took one more breath to relax his muscles. "Okay." He exhaled. Blaine watched as his eye lids relaxed down and weren't shut as tight. Also, the muscles around his finger weren't encasing him. "I'm ready."

Before Blaine did anything, he softly put his lips to Kurt's . "I love you." Kurt parted his lips and welcomed Blaine's tongue as it grazed across his lips. Blaine slowly pulled his finger almost all the way out and pushed it back to the hilt again. He did it again and again as slowly as need be until Kurt stopped clenching as hard. He picked up his pace and smiled when he finally heard the noise he'd been longing to hear.

"Mmnn," Kurt moaned. "Another."

"More?"

Kurt kept his eyes closed, but the way his bit his own lip and contorted his face made Blaine want to ditch his fingers and take Kurt right there himself. "More," was all he said.

Blaine did as he was told once more and pushed in his index and middle finger in and out together. It wasn't long before he had Kurt moaning again and he couldn't help himself as he pressed his body to Kurt and began grinding his erect cock against Kurt's. Blaine slightly curled the tips of his fingers and felt something different. The second he touched it, Kurt jumped.

Blaine stopped immediately. "Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?"

Kurt opened his eyes and bit his lip again. "Don't stop. Do it again."

Blaine smiled wide and let the breath he was holding go as he guessed he just found Kurt's prostate. He pushed his fingers in again this time with more force and made sure to hit that special spot that made Kurt jump.

"Aahh!" Kurt yelled.

Blaine giggled, proud of his new discovery. "Sh-sh. Not so loud." He latched his lips onto Kurt's neck.

"Mmnn. Sorry… So good." Kurt's words were jagged and elongated.

Blaine continued fingering Kurt faster and faster, making sure to hit Kurt's prostate every time, grinding his hard dick into Kurt's, eliciting titillating moan after sensuous moan.

"B-Blaine-Uhgn- Baby, I'm gonna- Oh fuck!- I'm gonna cum." No sooner did Kurt say that, he was exploding warm semen onto both his and Blaine's stomachs.

Blaine watched Kurt's eyes roll behind his head when he extracted his fingers and Blaine helped guide Kurt down as his knees buckled and slide down the wall to the floor.

Kurt looked up at Blaine, lazily and more out of breath than he had ever been. Blaine was now on his knees cheshiring down on the wet porcelain skinned boy before him. "You're. Fucking. Amazing. I fucking. Love you. Blaine Anderson." He said it between breaths.

Blaine chuckled mischievously, feeling very proud of himself.

"Would you like some help?" Kurt asked, not able to control his breathing.

Blaine followed Kurt's line of vision and was surprised that he had almost forgotten his solid hard member because he was so proud of himself. He realized that it had been hard for so long that now it was beginning to be uncomfortable. "Yes, please."

Kurt wasted no time in tackling Blaine to the other side of the shower and shoving Blaine's dick as far back in his mouth as he could.

"Whoa. Uhng! Fuck."

Kurt wasn't sure how he figured this out, but he found that if he stuck his tongue out underneath Blaine's shaft, then he could fit the entirety of Blaine's cock in his mouth without gagging. The effect drove Blaine crazy and was visibly unable to control himself.

Blaine kept switching between palming the back of Kurt's head to covering his face with both hands and dropping his head back. Blaine didn't care that every time he did drop his head back, he hit his head a little too hard on the shower wall.

Kurt kept with his pace, twisting his head as he went down and untwisting it on the way up. He rubbed Blaine's abs with one hand and the other fiddled with his testicles. "Fuck, Kurt. Fuck. Uhng. Your mouth is fucking amazing." Another minute went by. Kurt quickened his pace slightly. "Shit! Mmnn. F-fuck. Uhng-Kurt." Hearing his own name never ceased to be a major turn on for Kurt.

"K-Kurt. Oh fuck, Kurt. I'm gonna cum." Kurt lifted his head off of Blaine and continued to stroke him quickly with pressure as he lowered his head to the inside of Blaine's thigh and sucked the skin, turning it purple. Kurt watched as Blaine's face tightened and relaxed when his cum squirted out of the head and onto Blaine's stomach. Kurt jerked Blaine, growing in gentleness until all of his semen was pushed out. When Blaine opened his eyes, Kurt made sure Blaine watched as he dragged his tongue across Blaine's six pack, lapping up some of the thick white fluid.

Kurt swallowed what was in his mouth and snaked his way up Blaine's slouched body and kissed him hard on the mouth. Kurt pulled back, feeling the water hitting his back. He smiled seductively at Blaine.

Blaine was the first one to speak, though both were out of breath. "Okay, officially the sexiest thing you've ever done."