Blaine arrived just before Burt headed up to bed and the two stayed downstairs and watched a movie on TV while sharing a bowl of popcorn. Burt warned them to behave and went up to bed.

Their time during the movie was spent cuddling close and inhaling popcorn. Every now and then a kiss would find its way to one of the boys and the other would smile. When the movie was done, they retired to Kurt's bedroom. "Do you think you're dad would be mad if I spent the night in here again?" Blaine asked.

"I don't know. I'm sure we'll find out in the morning though." Kurt giggled thinking that any scolding he'd get for his boyfriend spending the night in his bed without permission was well worth it.

Both boys brushed their teeth in the bathroom together and washed their faces. Back in the room, Kurt went to sit at his vanity to moisturize his face while Blaine situated his things.

"Babe?" Blaine called out.

"Yeah?"

"Do you have any chap stick?"

"Uh, yeah. It should be in my nightstand if you want to use some." The second he said it, he went running. He was too late. Kurt stood at the foot of his bed, alarmed as he saw Blaine handling the box of condoms.

"When did you get these?" Blaine was nervous and couldn't look up from the box.

Kurt's skin had turned an even paler white and his heart was pounding out of his chest. After his conversation with Blaine today about not being ready, he hadn't wanted him to know that he had them. "Today. I mean- I came home and my dad gave them to me because of what he heard this morning. I didn't buy them or anything."

"Oh," he said innocently. Blaine turned back to the nightstand and placed the box back in the drawer like it would break if he dropped it.

Kurt paid careful attention to Blaine's body language and facial expressions to gage what to do next. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," Blaine answered after a few seconds. "I never held a single condom before, never mind an entire box of them."

Kurt wanted to move closer to Blaine to hug his obviously nervous boyfriend, but wasn't sure if now was a good time to leap over the awkward gap at that time. "I kind of did the same thing, if it makes you feel better. My dad handed me a bag and the second I saw what was inside it, I dropped it. He had to force me to hold them." He chuckled nervously.

Blaine finally looked up at him. "So, I'm not the only one weirded out?"

"I guess I was weirded out when I was holding them, but my dad had a point. He said he wanted us to have them for 'just in case.' I mean, last night you were begging me to let you make love to me. What if I said yes?"

Blaine took a deep breath. "Yeah, I wasn't really thinking, was I?"

"Don't be embarrassed," Kurt encouraged, closing the gap between them. "You were distraught and wanted to feel close to someone."

"I wanted to feel close to you."

Kurt paused, holding Blaine's hands by their sides. "Do you wish I said yes?"

Blaine had to think about it. "No. I'm glad we had what we did, and I told you earlier I wasn't ready, but part of me wonders if I am ready, but just too nervous."

"You really go back and forth on the concept a lot."

"I know! I'm sorry if it's confusing. How are you so sure all the time?"

"Because I'm not worried about it."

"But doesn't it make you nervous?"

"Sure it does, but I know that when it does happen we'll have been prepared for it because we talked about it and we love each other so it wouldn't have been a mistake. That's the only thing that worries me; it being thought of as a mistake."

"Making love to you would never be a mistake to me. I make up a lot of excuses about it, but when I really think about it, I don't really know why I'm so nervous. It's not the vulnerability aspect of it because that's one of the best parts about being intimate with you. I feel like we're sharing something special."

"You said this morning it was the pain part."

"There's that, but it's unavoidable."

"Well, maybe we just need to do it to get the initial uncomfortably and nerves part out of the way." Blaine's eyes went wide and Kurt began to laugh. "I didn't mean right now."

"Oh thank god!" he breathed and put one hand over his chest.

Kurt began to turn his eyes away and his face looked coquettish and aloof. He slid his hands around Blaine's waist and down his ass, cupping the roundness tightly. "But maybe…" His voice was flirtatious in tone. Their bodies flushed against one another. "You would let me show you how great it feels to be touched…" he fanned his fingers out and reached lower. Blaine could feel Kurt's fingers near his opening on the outside of his jeans. "…here." He clenched his hands.

"Nngh." Blaine let out a guttural moan.

Kurt kissed him tenderly. "You know, the first time we fooled around in the garden. I told myself that morning that I wasn't ready for more than kissing. I didn't know I was ready for the next step until it was happening and I realized it was just nerves and not that I wasn't ready."

"Mmm." Blaine leaned in and crushed his lips to Kurt's. He could feel Kurt's growing arousal against his own increasing intensity. He brought his hands up to Kurt's neck and traced his boyfriend's jaw line with his thumbs. Blaine kissed Kurt with parted lips, able to taste the toothpaste he just used to brush his teeth. He slipped his tongue into Kurt's mouth softly, tasting his teeth and tongue as he brushed against them.

Kurt was kissing Blaine back with a tenderness that contrasted the intensity his hands were exuding. He touched his tongue to Blaine's and pulled it back, closing his mouth and then opening it again, repeating the process tantalizingly slow. He crept his hands around to Blaine's belt buckle and undid it slowly, giving the curly haired boy a chance to stop him.

He didn't.

Blaine's heart beat faster and his breathing was heavy. He grasped on to Kurt's hair, forcing his lips to press hard against Blaine's. He heard the zipper to his jeans being pulled down and felt his pants slacken around his waist. He moaned into Kurt's mouth when Kurt palmed Blaine over his boxer briefs, his fingers trickling over the underside of Blaine's testicles.

Kurt's touch was as light as a feather and it made Blaine's breath hitch feeling Kurt's minute kneading. Blaine gasped when Kurt pushed down harder to give him more friction and he sucked in Kurt's bottom lip. Kurt brought his hands round back to hold on Blaine's behind and pulled his pelvis to his own. He rested his forehead against Blaine's. "Can I? Please let me?" He laced his fingered underneath Blaine's boxer briefs and held the bottom of Blaine's ass tightly, in effect slightly spreading his cheeks apart.

"I-Kurt. I don't. I c-" Blaine stammered.

Kurt kissed Blaine softly on the lips and went back to resting their foreheads together. "I'll be gentle. I want you to feel what I felt." Kiss. "I want to do this for you." Kiss.

"Kurt. I…"

"Peer pressure- everyone's doing it," Kurt joked softly. This elicited a smile and a breathy laugh from Blaine.

"And your father was worried I might be pressuring you…"

"The less he knows about how I can't resist your body the better." Kiss. "I know you want it." He rolled his hips forward and Blaine moaned. "Let me give you what you want."

"Ngh. K-kurt."

"Are you really going to deny yourself what you want?" Kiss. Roll.

"Ngh." Blaine had enough of the teasing. He crashed his lips to Kurt's again and pushed him down onto the bed. He wasted no time in crawling on top of the slender boy and straddled him, grinding his cock down hard onto Kurt's arousal. Round and round Blaine's hips twisted. Up and down his groin thrusted.

"Ahhg. Blaine!" Kurt groaned. "Fuck."

"Fuck?" Blaine asked coyly. "That can be arranged." Blaine made quick work of Kurt's jean button and fly and pushed up Kurt's shirt as well. He didn't have the patience to argue with shirt buttons and was relieved when Kurt slipped both his t shirt and button up shirt over his own head. He trailed kisses up Kurt's midsection and after licking each pink nipple, Blaine blew cold air on to each one. He watched them raise to peaks and proceeded to lick and nibble, causing Kurt to gasp in pleasure.

When he slithered himself back, Blaine took Kurt's pants with him. Kurt lifted his legs and helped kick them off. He sat up and pulled Blaine's sweater off, suddenly pissed off that he chose so many layers for Blaine to wear that morning. Blaine let Kurt get three buttons undone on shit oxford shirt before pushing him down again and plunging his face down onto Kurt's left hip bone. He curled his fingers over the top of Kurt's boxer briefs and tugged a little to expose the smooth skin over the bone and dragged his teeth and lips across it.

Kurt thought he heard a growl from Blaine, but his heart was beating so loud that he wasn't sure he could tell for certain if he did. He ran his fingers into Blaine's un-gelled curls and scrunched his hands in them. This got Blaine's attention and looked through his eyelashes at Kurt's hungry eyes. He slid back up Kurt's near naked body and crashed their lips together.

Blaine was positioned between Kurt's legs and he gyrated his hips fervently. His mind wandered for a mere second as he thought about how nervous he was a few minutes ago and now he was dominating Kurt so passionately. He has that effect on me, he thought and his mind went back to kissing and feeling the slender boy. His hand sashayed south and he gripped the cotton fabric encasing what he wanted. Blaine broke out of Kurt's kiss and looked down. "These have to come off," he said between breaths.

"By all means."

Blaine sat up on his heels and pulled the offending article of clothing off. Before he had a chance to lean back down to kiss Kurt again, Kurt put a hand up to stop him. "You're still fully clothed… Strip."

Blaine smiled wide and stood up off the bed. He took in the sight of his creamy skinned boyfriend, completely bare and free of any blemishes. His body was perfect. Blaine saw the radio on the wall and pressed play, not caring what song came on. It was a slow song. Kurt had been last listening to Amy Winehouse. He made sure the volume was soft so that if anyone were to walk by or wake up, they wouldn't suspect they were trying to cover up sounds.

Kurt folded his arms back behind himself and leaned up on his forearms. Blaine unbuttoned the remainder of his buttons very slowly, never leaving Kurt's gaze. He shrugged off the shirt, letting it fall to the ground. When he stepped out of his pants Kurt noticed a shuffle thing he did with his feet to take his socks off without having to bend over and use his hands. Cute, Kurt thought.

When Blaine had himself down to just his boxer briefs Kurt sat up, his feet dangling over the bed and pulled himself to Blaine. He looked up at him through heavy lidded eyes and ran his hands, flat, up Blaine's torso. The rippling on his abs tickled Kurt's palms and he leaned forward to kiss each ripple with an open mouth.

Blaine closed his eyes and focused on his breathing because the wetness from Kurt's mouth was making his cock twitch. He didn't want to cum early; he had plans. Kurt, ever so slowly, pulled down Blaine's boxers, dragging his finger nails with them and leaving red lines in their wake. The welcomed sensation made Blaine's head drop back and he stifled a moan.

"Ah. The things I want to do to you," groaned Kurt.

He just talked dirty to me… That's new. Two can play at this. Blaine grabbed Kurt's jaw with the space between his thumb and forefinger, forcing him to look up. He crouched down to his eye level and looked into Kurt's icey blue orbs with as much seriousness as he could. "That perfect skin of yours, I'm going to ruin you." He could see the flames ignite in Kurt's eyes.

Blaine scooped Kurt up and dropped him down, back first, higher up on the bed. He kept hold of Kurt's left leg and had it extended onto his shoulder, letting the other one wrap around his waist as he knelt before Kurt. Blaine closed his eyes and swallowed hard before reopening them again when he felt his cock touching Kurt's bare skin. It would take nothing for him to enter Kurt like this, but Blaine had to muster up all the strength he could, not to. He had plans. Instead he turned his face into Kurt's leg and rubbed the side of his face on Kurt's ankle. His legs were really the only things on Kurt's body that had hair. Kurt had kept the rest of his body extremely well groomed.

Kurt felt Blaine's slight stubble press against his bare ankle and with the combination of Blaine's hot breath, it made him shiver. His mouth salivated when he watched Blaine drag his lips down the entire length of the inside of his leg, ending his trail with a hard, open mouth kiss on the underside of Kurt's erection. He brought his head round and up to Kurt's right hip and sucked the soft skin in the mouth, turning it purple. Blaine bit down on the mark that branded his beloved and slowly released the skin through his teeth.

Whether the act was hurting Kurt or not, he wasn't sure, but Kurt clenched his teeth together and hissed inward. Blaine brought his face center, just below Kurt's navel and marked him again. He put his hands flat on Kurt's abs and pushed them upwards and spread them across his chest to the side of his ribcage, just below his underarms. He clenched his fingers and raked his nails down Kurt's ribs, down the side of his waist, stopping at his hips and dug his fingers in leaving claw marks as he held tight.

Without warning Kurt himself being pulled very quickly to Blaine. Their genitals were now completely flushed against one another and the friction caused him to moan. Blaine was now completely on top of him, his legs wrapped tightly around Blaine's waist. His only hope was that Blaine wasn't planning on marking his neck anywhere visible.

Blaine, uncharacteristicly, licked Kurt from the crook of his neck up to his ear, capturing the lobe in his mouth, sucking it as if it were the sweetest candy he'd ever tasted. He released it through his teeth when he heard Kurt moan the sexiest sound he ever heard. Blaine realized he'd been humping and thrusting against Kurt in forceful motions, an action he hadn't known he was doing, he was so focused on ravishing Kurt's body that all concentration had flown out the window.

Blaine kissed Kurt hard on the mouth. Their heads twisted and bobbed, trying to find a way to kiss each other deeper. Their tongues battled each other; the taste of their saliva mingled together; their teeth crashed together every so often when one pushed their face into the other's too hard. When Kurt dragged his nails up Blaine's back, scratching so hard, Blaine could have sworn the boy drew blood, Blaine arched his body up, grabbed both of Kurt's hands and pinned them above Kurt's head, crashing their lips together once more.

Kurt struggled against Blaine and eventually he was able to flip Blaine over onto his back and he straddled his boyfriend, grinding relentlessly against him. Thinking he knew what was to come next, Kurt looked at the nightstand and got off of Blaine to retrieve the drawer contents. He grabbed the box of condoms and a bottle of lubrication that he already had.

Blaine panicked. That was not what he had in mind. He was serious when he told Kurt that he wasn't sure. He had to think quickly because he wanted to continue their act, but didn't want to have to explain at that second that intercourse wasn't on the menu for tonight. Ruining the mood and potentially making Kurt cry wasn't part of his plans. Instead, he bolted off the bed in an instant and spun Kurt around. He grabbed the box from Kurt and flicked it behind him, hearing it drop and then slide across the floor, he hoped no one would come looking for the source of the sound. They were already be as quiet as could be. He doubted anyone could hear them as it was. Burt would have come running if he did.

"We don't need these tonight," he said sexily and crashed his lips to Kurt, making him forget the last two seconds ever happened. Kurt kissed him back with anxious energy and Blaine extracted the bottle from Kurt's fingers. This we can use, he thought and backed Kurt back onto the bed.

They were both kneeling on the mattress now. Behind Kurt's back Blaine popped the top of the bottle open and coated his fingers with the slick substance. He didn't wait before placing his index and middle finger onto Kurt's puckered entrance and swirling his fingers around the heat.

Kurt flexed his gluteus muscles and released quickly, pressing his body harder to Blaine and moaning into his mouth. Blaine laid him down gently and brought his hands round front and continued his anal play laying down. He moaned in unison with Kurt and the smiled at the action.

"You want me?" Blaine asked seductively.

"Mmnn. Uh-huh." Kurt licked his lips.

"Say it. Tell me you want me."

"Nhg. I want you. I want you so fucking bad, Blaine."

"You want me to fuck you with my fingers?"

"Uhng! Yes! Fuck me."

"Say my name again."

Kurt was shaking in erotic pleasure now. "Blaine. Ah fuck, Blaine. I love you so fucking much." He groaned out his name one last time and Blaine leaned down, stopping his swirling fingers, and cupped Kurt's face gently with his spare hand. Kurt opened his eyes in confusion and agony, already feeling like he was missing Blaine even though he was still touching him. He met Blaine's honey eyes and saw the tenderness in them. He melted. "I love you too, Kurt Hummel." He slid his index finger slowly into Kurt at the same time as gently capturing Kurt's lips in his.

Kurt didn't clench as much as he did that morning and reminded himself to breath. He whimpered under Blaine's touch and Blaine took that as a sign to start moving his finger. He added another before long and to show Kurt that teasing him was over, he curled his fingers slightly and stroked Kurt's pleasure center.

Kurt bucked his hips at the sensation of Blaine touching him and began rolling his hips unconsciously against Blaine, impaling himself onto Blaine's fingers.

This turned Blaine on more and he gyrated his hips feeling the much needed friction in his loins. His lips never left Kurt's and between the friction his dick was getting, and the sound of Kurt's moans, and the sensual kissing on his tongue and sensitive lips, he felt his inner coil tighten. It was begging for release.

Almost as if Kurt could read Blaine's mind, Blaine felt Kurt's hand clasp onto Blaine's cock and pump it in unison with his own gyration. It was like the two had choreographed the whole thing perfectly. Blaine barely extracted his fingers at all now and pushed up as high as he could and just stroked Kurt's prostrate gently over and over, eliciting moan after tantalizing moan.

The boys moaned and groaned hungrily into each other, aching for release and they found it together. Once again, as if choreographed perfectly, the two climaxed together, their cum exploding onto one another.

Their chests heaved as they panted and looked into the other's eyes. Each one wanted to say "I love you" to the other, but this wasn't a moment for words. They were both able to see it in the other's eyes.

Blaine slid his fingers out of Kurt once he felt his entrance stop throbbing and the sensitivity Kurt felt made his breath hitch when he felt Blaine's fingers exit him. "A-a-ah," he stuttered before a smile. He kissed Kurt's sweaty forehead before bringing his eyes back to down to meet Kurt's blue ones. He saw so much in them: Love, relaxation, pleasure, a future, a life with him after a year just out of reach.

Kurt didn't want to move, but he also didn't want semen drying onto his skin or dripping onto his sheets. We'll still have this moment thirty seconds from now, he thought. He broke himself from his reverie and leaned over to his bedside table to grab his container of moist towelettes. Blaine smirked and took two when they were offered to him. He swatted Kurt's hands away gently and wiped his boyfriend's abdomen up himself.

Kurt melted. In the same gesture, he cleaned Blaine's hip and waist of his own semen and took the towelettes from him to throw them in the trash.

He didn't hear Blaine get up from the bed until Blaine was right behind him, still naked, wrapped his arms around to his front and resting his head on Kurt's back. Kurt could feel Blaine's hot face on his own heated skin. The moment was so tender that he felt like he might shed a tear, but didn't. He loved this boy more than he ever thought love could be. His heart still pounded inside his chest. "I love you," his whispered.

"You're my everything," Blaine responded.

Kurt turned around and wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck. "Forever?"

"Forever." Blaine touched his lips to Kurt's and the two breathed a collective breath hoping to whatever higher power there was that the last statement would remain true for the rest of their lives.