"What are you two doing here?" Burt asked, looking curiously at the boys on the couch. "I thought you had glee club."

"He did, Burt," Blaine said pleasantly and stroking Kurt's hair. Kurt was going for a weary look and didn't answer his father. "We had glee practice together today. The Warblers and the New Directions. Kurt wasn't feeling well. I took him home."

"Sorry I threw up on your uniform," Kurt added.

Blaine smiled at Kurt. "It's okay. I can get it dry cleaned."

"Oh. Well, thanks Blaine for bringing Kurt home," Burt said.

"Kurt, why don't I make you some soup?"

"Uh-uh." Kurt shook his head lazily. "No food. Ugh."

"Sorry, Carol. I've been trying to get him to eat these Saltines for the past half hour. He won't budge." Blaine gestured to the coffee table. "Kurt, how about we go outside in the garden? Maybe the fresh air will do you good."

"How come Finn didn't bring you home? As I understand it, are you their star, Blaine?" Burt asked. His eyes were narrowed suspiciously.

Kurt mumbled something indecipherable. Blaine used this moment to think something up. "Finn was already in the choir room. I saw Kurt in the hallway and he didn't look to good. I brought him to the bathroom and he threw up. I told him I'd bring him home and he threw up again. I explained it to Finn when we got here and told him to stay there. He did offer to come home and stay with him though." That was about as close to the truth as it was going to get in Blaine's eyes.

"That's well thoughtful of you, sweetheart." Carol smiled. "You'll be staying for dinner, right?" It wasn't a question. Carol was insisting.

Blaine looked like he was thinking. "I hadn't planned on it because I have a lot of studying to do."

"Nonsense," Burt joined in, his face looking like he'd bought the lie. "You have to eat. Better food here than institution food."

"Stay," Kurt mumbled.

Blaine chuckled as he looked down at Kurt and made a face before looking back up at Burt and Carol. "Thank you. I'll stay, but I'll probably be leaving shortly afterward."

"That's fine. Whenever you feel you have to. Kurt, why don't you go outside with Blaine. He's right. Maybe the fresh air will help you. Burt, you go clean up. You smell like the tire shop."

Burt laughed. "That's 'cause I spent almost ten hours there today wrestling with car grease."

"Kurt, I'm going to get you a sweater. Please try to drink something," Blaine encouraged as if Kurt were actually sick.

Burt watched carefully as the boys got up from the couch. Okay, they're both fully clothed and Kurt really is moving like he's tired and weak. Maybe they're telling the truth. Plus, I don't think either one would choose to skip glee practice. He shrugged his shoulders and Blaine followed him upstairs.

Blaine lagged behind slightly, realizing that if Burt looked into Kurt's room as he opened the door, he'd see Kurt's bed unmade, something Kurt only did to get in it, and their clothes strewn across the floor, something Kurt would also never do. Shit, Blaine thought. We need to be more careful. Burt walked past Kurt's door without pausing and into the bathroom. Blaine went in Kurt's room and quickly tidied things up their way they were before they arrived. Blaine also tossed his uniform in a bag that Kurt had in his closet to go along with the "I had to change because Kurt threw up on me" story. He looked threw Kurt's drawers and found one sweatshirt, a blue and white Dalton sweatshirt that Blaine recognized as his own. When did he start taking all of my clothes? he laughed to himself as he kept looking and found that the entire drawer he was searching through was entirely made of up of his clothes: T-shirts, a pair of jeans, the sweatshirt, a pair of his pajama bottoms, they all filled the drawer. My boyfriend, the kleptomaniac.

Blaine took the sweatshirt and looked around the room for more evidence that would prove they were ravishing each other earlier. Blaine remembered taking the bottle of lube with him down the to bottom of the bed and found that down by the foot of the mattress. A strip of one condom and what was left of the wrapper from the one they used were visible just under the bed frame and he picked those up as well. The box was still in the nightstand. He had just made it to the trashcan and dropped the wrapper in the bag when he heard Carol's voice in the hallway. He hid the lube and the condom under the sweatshirt and watched Carol walk past the door.

Carol quickly back tracked her steps and poked her head in, nearly startling Blaine. "Oh, good. You found something. I swear I could never find anything in his wardrobe. There's so many things." Blaine laughed nervously, feeling like a tool for just standing there. "Thank you for bringing him home. That was very thoughtful of you."

"It wasn't anything, really. I was just worried about him."

"He drank the ginger ale downstairs. Thank you for that too. He's waiting for you in the kitchen."

Blaine stood there, not knowing what to do. He couldn't put the items away without Carol seeing him and standing there would give suspicions away so he just walked out into the hallway with the bottle and condom in his hand under the sweatshirt.

His heart was racing as he walked downstairs. Blaine met up with Kurt in the kitchen. Kurt was wearing a devilish expression, feeling very happy with himself for having fooled his parents. He did a pitiful fake cough when he saw Blaine and smiled.

"We have to be more careful next time," Blaine insisted.

"Why?" Kurt asked. "We just got away with it."

"Because we forgot to make your room look like we hadn't even been in it and when I was cleaning it, Carol popped her head in and almost caught me with these in my hand." Blaine removed the sweatshirt to reveal the condom and bottle.

Kurt gasped quietly. "Oh my god! Why do you still have them?"

"Because she was staring at me! I couldn't put them away while she was looking so I just walked out."

Kurt laughed. He couldn't help himself. He held his stomach and giggled. Blaine didn't find it nearly as funny as Kurt. Seeing this, Kurt took Blaine's hand and lead him outside. They sat on the love swing and Kurt rested his head on Blaine's shoulder as Blaine wrapped his arm around Kurt.

They swung back and forth in the mid-afternoon/early evening air, smelling the many scents that wafted their way. "How are you feeling?" Blaine finally asked.

"Fine."

"You're not in any pain?"

Kurt thought for a moment and shook his head. "No. I definitely have a feeling that I was stretched to capacity, but it's not painful. Weird, but not painful. I think it has it's own adjective that I don't know yet." He laughed breathily without looking at Blaine. "Do you feel different?"

"Not really. Closer to you, yes, but as a person I don't feel different. I don't know, maybe I thought that losing my virginity meant that I'd feel like I knew something that I didn't before. They always describe being physical with someone for the first time as 'losing your innocence.' I don't feel like I've lost anything."

"Do you feel like you know something that you didn't before?"

Blaine blushed and smiled largely. He tried not to chuckle. "That fucking someone is the most amazing feeling ever."

Kurt smirked. "You should try it the other way around." He looked up at Blaine's eyes. "It's pretty amazing too." He couldn't help the smile that spread wider across his face.

Blaine kissed Kurt's forehead. "How long did it hurt for?"

"I don't know really. Not that long. Once it went away, you forget about it instantly. I honestly can't remember what the pain felt like. The pleasure part overshadowed it completely. I almost don't believe I was the first person you did all this stuff with. You really seem to know what you're doing."

"I'm just very observant. If I do something and you react favorably, I store that information and do it again."

Kurt's face seemed to go blank as he stared off. He felt a tingling sensation travel through his body. "Those things, you brought with you…" They were still in Blaine's hand under the sweatshirt in his lap.

"Yeah?" He elongated the word.

"Since you have them." He paused. "It seems a waste not to take advantage of our situation."

Catching on slightly, "Situation?"

"Yeah. My dad will be in the shower for a while scrubbing the grease off him. He usually is in the bathroom for almost an hour after he gets home from work. Carol is probably in the basement doing laundry."

Blaine now understood what Kurt was getting at. "Again?"

Kurt smiled sweetly. "Mmhmm."

Blaine swallowed hard, feeling the familiar feeling in his pants. "Are you kidding? Babe, I'm all for doing it again, but your room is literally next to the bathroom."

"No, I meant out here. No one will see us because we have fences. And no one will hear us."

"Except your neighbors."

"We'll be quiet," Kurt urged. "Why do I feel like you've been fighting me on this? I feel like I'm stealing your innocence because suddenly it's me trying to convince you to take advantage of me, when all you ever do is send me sexy text messages about how you want to be blowing me." Blaine scrunch his face, mentally weighing the pros and cons. "Don't you know by now that I always get what I want?"

Five minutes later found Kurt's chest pressed against the back of the shed. Blaine was positioned behind Kurt gyrating his hips at a steady pace as he pressed the rest of his body tightly to Kurt's back. One arm was wrapped tightly around Kurt's upper torso while the other grasped Kurt's dick, stroking it in motion with his thrusting. One had to keep reminding the other to quiet down because their combined moans would occasionally grow too loud.

"Nnngg." Blaine straighten his poster a bit and the hand holding Kurt's torso fell to his hip, now pushing and pulling Kurt to and fro. "Fuck, Kurt you feel so good."

"Ah! Mmm. I love how you feel inside me."

"You're so- mmnn- tight."

Kurt pressed his palms to the shed wall and began pushing himself harder onto Blaine's full member. "Mm-mm-mm," he moaned uncontrollably.

Blaine's knees were buckling. He felt his stomach tighten more with each plunge of his cock into Kurt, the coil in his core begging to be released. His chest was heaving and a sheen of sweat crossed his forehead. "Fuck, Kurt. Nngg. Shit. Ahh. Baby, I'm- I'm close."

Kurt was shushing Blaine even though he was moaning louder than the curly haired boy behind him. "Mmnn! Me too. Oh fuck, don't stop. Don't stop, I'm right there. Mmnn."

Blaine was out of breath, but sped up his pace. He leaned back against Kurt for support, who in turn collapsed against the wall, and Blaine stroked Kurt faster and faster. It took only a minute for Kurt to come undone and his body slumped inward as his orgasm shot itself to the ground beneath their feet. Blaine had his arms wrapped around Kurt's waist to keep him upright, but then guided Kurt down to his knees as he let himself slide out of his love. Kurt was heaving his breath, but otherwise looked sated. Blaine ripped the condom off and dropped it on the ground. "Come here," he commanded lovingly.

It took Kurt only a second to respond and he immediately impaled his mouth with Blaine's purpling cock. He knew Blaine was close and it wouldn't take very long, not that it mattered. He was still riding high off of his second orgasm in two hours. He could taste the condom on Blaine's skin, but he ignored it, knowing the coming prize would taste so much better.

Blaine twisted his fingers in Kurt's hair as Kurt sucked, hollowing his cheeks out and rolling his tongue on Blaine's ejaculatory vein. Almost two minutes later, Blaine was cumming hard down Kurt's throat. He collapsed in front of Kurt on the ground, not caring that his pants were still at his ankles. They leaned against each other, catching their breaths. Kurt and Blaine finally opened their eyes and looked at one another. They both wore the same expression: lazy in the face, but intense in the eyes.

Blaine huffed out a single laugh. "You're incredible."

Kurt blinked slowly. "I fucking love you."

"Likewise." They smiled into a kiss and slowly stood up to pull their pants up.

They inspected each other for evidence that they might have had a roll in the soil, but found nothing. The lazily tiptoed, hand in hand back to the love swing and cuddled close, happy that they'd just gotten away with round two.