Blaine wakes up in the middle of the night and looks around his room groggily. He fumbles for the lamp on his nightstand and turns it on, and scans the room until his eyes fall on the doorway. He rubs his eyes and sits up as best as he can manage. Kurt is standing there. "Kurt?" Blaine asks, "Is everything okay?" The memories of their first kisses flood back to him, everything ending in that glorious event that meant he was now a boyfriend- Kurt's boyfriend.

"Shit," Kurt says, "I didn't mean to wake you up. I just couldn't sleep and needed to remind myself that you were real." He offers Blaine a smile, but Blaine is too full of sleep still to reciprocate fully.

"Oh, can I get you anything to make you more comfortable?" Blaine asks, as good a host as ever, even when he had just been woken. Kurt shakes his head.

"I don't think so. I haven't really slept well at all since... well, not since high school, I think." He admits, "But thank you."

Blaine pulls down the covers on the unoccupied side of the bed. "Come here," he invites, "it's better than lurking in the doorway." Kurt smiles and climbs into the bed beside his boyfriend. Blaine turns the lamp off and snuggles down so he is facing Kurt, taking his hands gently and clasping them between their chests. "Do you want to talk about it?" Kurt sighs softly.

"It's kind of a big story. I wasn't exactly popular at school and things got pretty bad, and one thing led to another and soon I wasn't sleeping full nights. I've never been able to get back into the habit."

"That sucks," Blaine says, hoping that one day Kurt would be able to tell him the whole story. He wanted to know as much as Kurt would tell him. "Do you want to get back into the habit?"

"I don't know. I can get a lot done when I'm up really early or do some sewing at two and then go back to bed."

"You could try, tonight. Just stay with me in here. I'm not going anywhere." Blaine runs his thumb soothingly over Kurt's knuckles. Kurt nods once.

"Okay." Kurt turns over and Blaine wraps his arms around him, pressing closely to Kurt's back. They nestled together naturally, as though this wasn't the first time they had shared a bed, or cuddled, or even really been in that close a proximity to each other for any extended amount of time. Soon Kurt's breathing levels out, and Blaine's follows shortly after.

"Well it's about fucking time!" Santana calls and pulls a string on a party popper, releasing the confetti into the bedroom. Sebastian walks into the room and flings Blaine's curtains open, making both Kurt and Blaine wince at the sunlight.

"Rise and shine, boys, we have a long Saturday ahead of us!" Sebastian says, far too cheerful for Blaine's liking.

"Go and shower and dress, because we are going out for brunch," Santana says, "and you might want to clean up that confetti." Sebastian and Santana high five one another as they leave the room. Blaine groans and pulls the covers over his head. Kurt attempts to slide out of the bed but Blaine pulls him back all too quickly.

"Stay," Blaine says simply into Kurt's shoulder, "they can wait."

"So can the cuddles," Kurt replies, turning his head to talk to Blaine over his shoulder, "we have plenty of time for that later, okay?" He pulls Blaine's hands off from around his waist gently. "I'm going to go take a shower."

"Wait," Blaine says, and Kurt obeys. He moves himself into the best position he can manage and kisses Kurt, although the angle isn't perfect. They break apart and he smiles. "Okay, you can go now." Kurt slips out and heads for the bathroom. Blaine makes his bed quickly before stepping out into the living room. Sebastian and Santana are sitting on the couch, grinning wildly at him and each other. He sits on the other couch and sighs. "What do you want?" he asks.

"Details," Santana says, "how was it?"

"Are you a top or a bottom?" Sebastian asks.

"Did you use a condom? You did, right?"

"Was there even any penetration? Or was it just oral?"

"Guys, shut up," Blaine says, taking a deep breath. "We didn't have sex, okay?"

"Blainey, we woke you up sleeping in the same bed as the boy toy." Sebastian says.

"Yeah, and we slept together, but we didn't sleep together."

"You mean to tell me that I used a party popper and it wasn't even an actual loss of your virginity?" Santana says, "how am I meant to make my celebratory mornings any better than that?"

Sebastian waves a hand at Santana to get her to stop talking. "Hey, at least they were spooning. Platonic spooning, eh, Blaine?" Blaine blushes.

"Not exactly. Platonic being non-sexual, yes. Platonic being non-romantic... not so much." That returns the grins to his friends' faces. "We kissed. Multiple times. And we decided that we are now an item."

"Some faith has been restored in the world!" Santana says, "The party popper wasn't a total waste!"

"I think we still have to go to brunch though, Tana. As his honorary parental figures we have to interrogate his first boyfriend about his intentions, right?" Sebastian says. Santana agrees, and the bathroom door opens to reveal a freshly pampered Kurt. Blaine grabs some things from his room and hurries into the bathroom, slightly worried about what could come from having his best friends (or 'honorary parental figures', as they seemed to have dubbed themselves) and his boyfriend left alone together.

The group of them head to a small diner and sit in a booth, Santana and Sebastian sitting opposite Kurt and Blaine. They make polite small talk while the waitress hovers by their table before they order, waiting until she leaves to continue their conversation. "So you didn't have sex." Santana states, folding her hands together on the table.

"Well that's... blatant," Blaine says. He glances at Kurt and adds, "And true." He takes Kurt's hand under the table, offering him an apologetic look.

"Does it matter to you anyway?" Kurt asks. Santana and Sebastian laugh.

"We only have our Blainers' wellbeing in mind," Santana says, "And it has been my intention for years to be the first person to know that he's lost his virginity."

"I have long since given up thinking otherwise." Blaine admits.

"As you are probably aware, Santana and I are Blaine's honorary parental figures, since his actual parents are all the way in Ohio. As you are his first boyfriend, we have some standard questions we're meant to ask, right?" Sebastian says.

"It's not like I haven't dated before," Blaine says, "I did have a girlfriend when I was like, thirteen. We went out for two weeks."

"So you were interrogated by her parents then, yes? No one has interrogated your boyfriend, B. God, just let us have our moment, okay?" Sebastian says. Blaine laughs.

"Fine, fine," He turns to Kurt and adds, "Of course, if you're okay with interrogation?" Kurt nods.

"I don't mind."

"Great!" Santana says, "So what are you going to do on your dates?"

Kurt shrugs. "Blaine wants to plan the first one."

"Wrong answer," Sebastian tuts softly and says, "You're meant to say you plan on fucking him into the mattress. Or be fucked. Whatever does it for you, I don't know. I've had a hard time guessing." He shrugs and sips his coffee. Santana waves a hand in his direction.

"Don't listen to him. B, we can talk dates later. Kurt, do tell us, what do you do for a living? What do your parents do?" Kurt rolls his eyes.

"Haven't we already talked about all this?" he asks. Santana nods and gestures for him to continue. "I'm a designer for Mode D'Etoiles- my first independent line is being released in less than a month. My dad owns an auto shop and my step-mom is a nurse."

"Mode D'Etoiles? The E-boutique?" Santana clarifies, although she already knows the answer and everyone else knows that too.

"Precisely. Previously my designs have been used in several of the other lines, but now I get a whole line to myself."

"What are you calling it?" Santana asks, and now she is taking a genuine interest.

"Defying Gravity. After Wicked, of course."

Sebastian shakes his head. "I feel like we're asking the wrong questions. We need to amp up the clichés."

"Fine, you ask him something, Bas." Santana replies.

"What sports do you play?"

Kurt laughs. "Are you serious?" Sebastian and Santana continue to look at him with completely straight expressions. "I don't really play any sports- my extra-curricular activities have always been musically inclined. I was in a Glee Club is high school, was in the school musicals, that sort of thing."

Santana holds up a finger to him, encouraging him to pause. "You were in a Glee Club?" she asks. Kurt nods. "So were all of us. I was in Vocal Adrenaline, and these two were in the Warblers."

"New Directions," Kurt says.

"Oh, you were great!" Blaine compliments, "how is it that I don't remember seeing you? We competed against each other a few times."

"Well, mostly I sang back up for Rachel. I went relatively unnoticed by everyone. But not you, Mister Warbler... I did think you were that same Blaine Anderson, the charming lead singer, but you can never be sure."

Blaine blushes. "I... thank you."

Sebastian smirks. "He always did know how to work a crowd."

"Like a stripper pole." Santana agrees.

"How is it that we only met a couple of months ago?" Blaine asks as looks in awe at his boyfriend, wishing that he had opened his eyes years earlier. If only he had gone over to congratulate his Glee Club like he had asked Wes to do that one year and Wes had stopped him, they could have met then, and they could have been together since. They would have nearly ten years of history together, rather than a month of friendship and one night of amazing something more.

"You can't rush fate," Kurt says, "stop worrying about what could have been and focus on what is. You have me now, don't you?"

"Yeah," Blaine replies, "Yes. I do." Kurt hesitates for a moment before he leans over and presses his lips to Blaine's, and smiles as he feels the corners of Blaine's mouth raise. Blaine brings a hand up to Kurt's shoulder, deepening their kiss as best as he can manage. Kurt breaks away from him and Blaine gives him a look to ask why he stopped.

"I feel weird kissing in front of your honorary parental figures," Kurt says, and Blaine giggles quietly.

"Okay." He whispers and settles his arm loosely around Kurt's shoulders, refusing to shuffle away from him fully. Even after he drops his arm he stays in the immediate close proximity to his boyfriend.

Sebastian goes home after brunch, and Kurt returns to the apartment with Santana and Blaine. Kurt excuses himself to the bathroom when they arrive, and Santana pulls Blaine to a halt in his tracks. "I know Sebastian is kind of bitter about this all, but I just want you to know that I actually kind of think you two are adorable. Sickening and at a frightful low physically, but adorable. Have fun with your boyfriend, I have an afternoon class to teach and some warm ups to do before then, so I'm going to hit the studio. Should I go to Brittany's tonight, or..?"

"I don't think it will be a problem whether or not you're here, okay? You'll get a Kurt-made breakfast if you stay here."

"Do you want me to stay, B? Are you worried that Kurt's going to pressure you into something or are you going to kick him out before he has the chance?"

"No, god, no. I don't think either will be a problem. I just don't want you to feel like I'm choosing between you two."

"It's fine, B. I'll be here, okay? If it will keep you happy. I'll be gone eighty percent of the night, and the other twenty I'll be hovering and aggressively avoiding becoming a third-wheel." Blaine laughs, partially because he knows that there is some truth to it all. "Hey, B? I think Sebastian is taking this all pretty hard because you've been spending so much time with Kurt lately, so do you think you could make some time to hang out with him one on one? I've just kind of noticed that he hasn't seemed quite right, and, based on the way he looks at Kurt, I think it's because he feels like you're rejecting him or something."

"Oh. Okay. Yeah, I'll call him later. I don't want to screw up our friendship just because I have Kurt now, too. He's still one of my best friends."

Kurt slides up next to them and coils an arm around Blaine's waist. "And so is my cue to leave," Santana says, and heads for her bedroom to gather her things before she leaves.

"What are we going to do today, boyfriend?" Kurt asks.

"How do you feel about karaoke?"

"I wouldn't exactly choose for us to go to a karaoke bar, but if you got me that far I'd get up on the stage. Why?"

"Just wondering. It's valuable knowledge to have. I want to learn everything about you, Kurt." Blaine smiles cheekily and Kurt raises an eyebrow to question it.

"Why do I feel like my answer will come back to haunt me?"

"Stop worrying, okay? Do you trust me?" Kurt nods. "Good, then you trust that I have a fantastic date in mind for us and you can relax."

"Okay. But I do need to go back to my place sometime to get more clothes and things... not to completely invite myself to stay over again."

"You're welcome to stay any time you like, Kurt. Seriously, you come with breakfast and cuddles, what more could I want?" Kurt smiles. "We could go there first, and then do the rest?"

"And you still won't tell me what's going on?"

"Of course. You know me so well." Kurt retrieves his overnight bag from its current location in Blaine's bedroom before the pair slide on their coats. They hold hands as they walk the short distance to Kurt's apartment, taking their time to savour the simple pleasures of their relationship despite the infancy of it. They kiss in the elevator, both hoping like the crazy that the doors wouldn't open unexpectedly to force them apart with new company.

Kurt opens the unlocked door of his apartment and leads Blaine inside. He presses a finger to his lips to gesture to Blaine to be quiet, and they walk further into the living area where Kurt's roommate, Rachel, is singing warm ups with a lot of enthusiasm. She turns as they tiptoe around the outskirts of the room, and Kurt freezes in his tracks, forcing Blaine to a halt too. "Kurt!" Rachel cries.

"Hey, Rachel," Kurt greets half-heartedly, "We didn't want to disturb you."

"No, you wouldn't disturb me! I was just finishing up, anyway." She crosses the room to where the boys are standing and looks between the two for a moment before dropping her gaze to their entwined hands. "Um, Kurt, who's your friend?"

"This is Blaine. My boyfriend," Kurt introduces, as Rachel's face falls, "and this is Rachel, my roommate."

"It's nice to meet you," Blaine says, offering Rachel his hand. She shakes it politely, though when she drops it she turns expectantly to Kurt.

"What?" Kurt asks.

"What happened to the soulmate you were so caught up on? Not that this guy doesn't seem plenty charming and cute, but you seemed to really like that soulmate of yours. So-"

"Rachel, Blaine is my soulmate." She squeals and throws her arms around Blaine, who reciprocates the hug awkwardly.

"You're the soulmate! I'm so pleased that you two finally got your act together! Kurt has been talking about you for weeks. I was under the impression that you were a total douchebag because you were so far in the closet, but I may have been reading between the lines! You don't seem that way at all!" Rachel gushes. She drops her arms from around Blaine.

"We were just here to get some things, and then we will be going, and you can return to whatever it is you were doing." Kurt says, and walks towards his bedroom, motioning for Blaine to follow him. Blaine does so, leaving Rachel alone in the living room. She bursts into song once more as Kurt closes the door behind Blaine. "Right then," he says, as he begins emptying his bag and collecting more things, "This is why I was trying to sneak past her. We aren't leaving the apartment any time soon."

"Seriously?" Kurt nods.

"She can be pretty persistent. I suggest we hide in here for as long as we can manage before she grills us for details."

"I'm sure we'll find a way to fill the time." Blaine says, giving Kurt a deliciously wicked smile. Kurt dumps his bag on the floor from the bed and pulls Blaine over to it, settling down on the covers. Blaine sits next to him and kisses him with enthusiasm. Soon Kurt finds his way on top of Blaine as he rests against the pillows, and Kurt finds that feels completely natural to be there with his tongue in his boyfriend's mouth. He had made out with people before- after all, he had had a boyfriend in high school, no matter how short lived the relationship had been, and yet this was so much better.

Eventually they look at the time and realise that they should get going, hesitantly separating themselves from one another and leaving the bedroom. As they approach the living room they find Rachel standing directly in the only easy path out of the apartment, and it's clear that that is her intention. She forces them to sit down and begins to interrogate them within an inch of their lives about their relationship- how long it has been going on for, why she had never met Blaine previously, why Kurt hadn't told her most of the story.

"You just seem really familiar," Rachel says to Blaine.

"He was a Warbler." Kurt replies.

"Oh! I should have known. Kurt, remember when you said he was cute? I told you to go and talk to him and you refused! How crazy is that? You could have met then!"

"Wait, known what?" Blaine asks, though he blushes at everything Rachel has just said about Kurt thinking he was cute.

"That you're gay! I have an awesome gaydar, I have two dads." Rachel insists. Kurt rolls his eyes.

"Don't listen to her."

"So you didn't think I was cute?" Blaine teases.

"Oh, I did, but I doubt that matters now. Can we just settle on the fact you're adorable now, even without that much gel?" Kurt squeezes Blaine's hand softly.

"Okay." Blaine agrees. Kurt kisses his cheek. "We really should get going, Rachel, though it was lovely to meet you."

"When are we going to hang out next? Could I meet your friends, maybe?" Rachel asks, "A party! Kurt, we could totally have a party here!"

"Uh, sure!" Kurt says with forced enthusiasm.

"Just so you can meet Tana and Bas? You don't need a whole party for that, Rachel." Blaine advises.

"But our apartment is just begging to be filled!"

"I'll try to persuade them, okay?" Rachel nods. Kurt grabs Blaine's hand and says goodbye to Rachel over his shoulder, leaving her sitting in the apartment. "Is she always like that?" Blaine asks when they are safely out of earshot.

"Unfortunately. Did she just screw up all your date plans?" Blaine checks the time on his phone.

"Yeah, kind of. Though we did spend a lot of time in your bedroom..."

"I won't complain about that. Can you tell me what we're doing now at least?"

"Change of plans. How do you feel about Chinese food?" They end up picking up takeaways on their way back to Blaine's apartment and take the food inside. Santana still isn't back, but they make sure to leave enough in case she planned on joining them later. They eat on the couch, sitting as close together as possible although the couch is plenty large enough for them both.

"So this didn't go exactly as planned for your grand first date scheme, did it?" Kurt asks.

"Not exactly. But you know, I don't really mind. This was great too." Blaine smiles and Kurt returns it.

"Yeah, and we still have a lot of time left to cuddle and whatever else you had planned. Though I feel like cuddling needs to be in the equation."

"But of course, Kurt. We can get started any time you like." Kurt takes Blaine's food, though he hadn't really been eating for some time anyway, and places it on the coffee table. He lifts Blaine's arm around himself and snuggles into his side, and Blaine is more than happy to comply.

"Were we ever going to even go to a karaoke bar?"

"Who said anything about karaoke?" Blaine teases, and Kurt just giggles as though Blaine had made the greatest comedic link in all of history.