Blaine and Kurt walked the half mile, hand in hand, that it took to get to the coffee shop and Blaine insisted on paying, calling him "dummy" the way he used to when they were just friends and Kurt tried to pay. On their way back to Dalton, Blaine pointed out the flower shop that he frequented to buy Kurt the peach roses and then smiled as he pulled him into the store.

The usual cashier was there plucking petals from flowers. At this point, Blaine had been there enough times and spent enough money to be on a first name basis with the woman and she greeted him with a smile and "Hello, Blaine!"

She smiled when she saw a person attached to his hand and said "Oh! So this is the man you keep buying flowers for?"

Blaine proudly brought Kurt up to the counter. "Kurt, this is Amy," he introduced as if the cashier were his friend. "Amy, this is my Kurt."

Kurt blushed. "Nice to meet you."

"Your boyfriend has great taste," Amy said to Kurt.

"I'm afraid he's the one with the great taste," Blaine interjected complimentary. "I'm just hoping some of it rubs off on me." He winked playfully at Kurt. "Can I have one of the peach roses, please?"

"Of course." Amy disappeared to retrieve a long stemmed peach rose and returned to the counter to snip the stem shorter

"Blaine…" Kurt said. The tone in his voice was telling Blaine 'you don't have to."

"Don't even, Dummy. I like giving them, you like getting them, it's a win-win."

"Sweetheart," Amy began, addressing Kurt. If there's three things that you should never deny your boyfriend paying for when he offers, it's dinner, flowers, and jewelry." She grinned.

Kurt looked at Blaine and stifled a giggle. "You know how I feel about Tiffany's," he joked.

"I think Tiffany's will have to wait until after our six month anniversary."

"It's weird we're not there yet. It feels like we've been together a lot longer than that."

"Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?" Blaine asked with a smile as he handed his credit card over to Amy before she had a chance to say the total.

Kurt looked like he was thinking. "Mmm, I'll let you know," he replied with a breathy laugh. Amy handed him the rose. He said thank you to both Amy and Blaine and put the full bloomed rose up to his nose, feeling the petals on his face.

Blaine looked on adoringly. "Thanks, Amy. See you soon."

"It was nice to meet you, Kurt."

The two teens walked back to Dalton side by side because now both of Kurt's hands were occupied with things bought by Blaine. By the time they arrived back at the Blaine's dorm, they had already agreed on watching Titanic because not only was it long, but Celine Dion was singing in the movie and both boys had a thing for Leonardo Dicaprio.

In the months that Blaine and Kurt had been together, Kurt had found that Blaine was a bit of a cuddle bug. He was clingy in the best way. He always seemed to need to be touching Kurt at all times. Kurt sat upright on the bed, while Blaine lye lengthwise on the bed, his head in Kurt's lap, to watch the movie. Kurt twirled his fingers in Blaine's curls

"Kurt?" Blaine asked after about an hour of silence.

"Hmm?"

"What did it feel like? Earlier in the shower."

"You mean, when you…" he trailed off.

Blaine flipped himself over so that he could look up at Kurt. "When I fingered you." He said it innocently, but honestly, like it was nothing to be embarrassed about. "What did it feel like?"

Kurt picked up on Blaine's genuine curiosity and decided to try not to be uncomfortable with the topic for him. "Emotionally, or physically?"

"Both, I guess."

"Um. At first, it was a little uncomfortable and painful, but then when I got used to it, it felt better. Then when you hit that spot, it felt much better."

"And emotionally?"

Kurt rested his head against the wall and really thought about it. He wanted to give Blaine and accurate description. "Powerless." He looked down at Blaine's caring expression and decided to explain. "It was a little different than anything else we've done. Maybe because you were inside of me without me controlling any part of it. And I'd never experience anything that felt," he closed his eyes and emphasized, dreamily, the rest of the sentence, "so good." Kurt shivered at the memory. He looked back down at Blaine's serene face. "It's just… giving myself like that to you, being that vulnerable. It's hard to explain. See, you had all of the power in that moment. I felt everything I felt because you were making me feel it."

"Do you ever think we're moving too fast? A little more than two weeks ago we hadn't done anything more than kissing and now..."

"I don't know. I've never felt like we were doing anything wrong and I've been comfortable with everything we've done. I asked for what happened today; I wanted it, really wanted it." He paused, suddenly feeling shy. "Do you think we're moving too fast?"

Blaine looked like he was deep in thought, "Sometimes I wonder if I'm pressuring you. That first time in the garden I just- man," he said 'man' almost as a whisper. "Something took me over and I just wanted you so bad. I needed you. I needed you kissing me, and touching me, and putting your hands on me."

"And now?"

"With the exception of today, everything else has become like an addiction. I love pleasuring you. I get a high from getting you off. I love watching and feeling you tremble and breath hot air because I know that I did that."

"What was the difference today?"

"I was nervous. I didn't want to hurt you. You have this appeal that you don't even know you have. Your skin is so soft and it smells so good. You taste incredible. I can't even describe it." Blaine sat up and flipped over onto his knees, facing Kurt. "It's not even a horny thing. When I'm alone with you, sometimes I get so overwhelmed with what I'm feeling that close is never close enough."

Kurt got an excited expression on his face, moving to his knees too. "I know what you mean. I feel that way all the time. Like nothing is enough, no matter what you do, until we're both completely out of breath and sweaty after having pleasured each other."

"Exactly! I mean, I know teenage guys are supposed to think about sex all the time, but all I think about is you coming in my mouth. I don't even care if you return the favor. I just want to please you."

Kurt was surprised that a brilliant red didn't creep up his face. "Do you ever think about us going all the way?" he asked shyly.

Blaine took in a few breaths before answering. "I dream about it. Like, literally dream about it, but before today I hadn't really had a thought about actually having sex."

"Before today?"

Blaine turned his eyes to the side, embarrassed that he let that part slip out. But since he said it, he was now obligated to explain. "When I was fingering you, the sounds you were making were," Blaine's eyes rolled behind his head momentarily, "I can't even describe them. That was the first time the thought popped in my head that I suddenly wanted to take you myself." He brushed Kurt's cheek with his hand. "You're so fucking sexy and you don't even know it." He was staring at Kurt's lips now.

"D-do you want to n-know what being f-fingered f-feels like?" Kurt stammered out innocently.

Blaine's mouth opened many times, and closed it just as many, not knowing how to answer the offer given to him. He felt his jeans become a little tighter. Kurt stared at him nervously, in anticipation. "N-not yet," Blaine stammered out just as Kurt had.

Kurt kept his eyes up, but felt confused about how he was supposed to feel about being rejected.

"I'm more than happy to give, but I'm not completely ready to be on the receiving end." He read Kurt's expression. "I'm sorry."

Finally, Kurt looked down. "N-no. Don't be sorry. If you're not ready, you're not ready."

Blaine lifted Kurt's chin with two fingers. "I saw how amazing it was for you, but I was so scared I'd hurt you. Getting through the initial barrier was hard to watch because I could tell how uncomfortable you were. I'm just not ready for that yet."

"So, it's not that you aren't ready for it with me. It's that you aren't ready in general?"

"Oh God yes. Kurt. I want to experience everything with you and only you, but we don't need to be in any rush. Even if this morning didn't happen, I'd still be just as happy and in love with you as I am now." He cupped Kurt's cheek and kissed his forehead. "I swear. You're it for me, love." Kurt nuzzled into Blaine's hand and smiled when Blaine kissed the corner of his mouth.

Simple. Kurt thought. No rush. Just us. In love. I like that.