Kurt felt himself being shaken awake, though he could have sworn he had only just closed his eyes moments before. He struggled to pull his blankets up over his face to block out the light that was burning his eyes, but ultimately failed as they were ripped away from him entirely. He whined in protest, only to find his body being covered by a much heavier feeling. He finally struggled to open his eyes to find his boyfriend lying on top of him.

"What the hell, Blaine?" he asked. Blaine pressed a kiss to his cheek and climbed off him.

"Human blanket!" he said, before being shushed. Also in his room were Jeff and Nick, though he had no idea how any of them could have gotten there. He fumbled around for his phone and lit up the screen. 2:09am.

"How did any of you get in here?" he demanded, sitting up and folding his arms across his chest. It was way, way too early for his brain to be functioning properly, but he looked at the three boys in front of him, each with stripes on their cheeks and ties around their heads. "Why are you here?"

"Were kidnapping you!" Jeff said brightly, far too happily for the time of night. Nick shushed him.

"You arent meant to tell him that hes being kidnapped," Nick reasoned.

"He was going to find out, the way hes asking questions…"

"Your dad gave me a key," Blaine said, finally answering some of his questions sensibly, "and we are taking you away for a few days."

"Youre all lucky that I didnt scream and wake up my family. And you should have known not to rip my blankets off. Its the middle of summer and I could have been naked."

"Like we didnt consider that," Nick said, "we figured none of us were really losing anything by seeing your dick, should it have been on display."

"Except Blaines virginity, but thats such a small price to pay," Jeff added. Blaine turned a delightful shade of pink and punched Jeff in the arm. Kurt couldnt bring himself to be embarrassed too, but it seemed as though Blaine was more than filling the quota for the both of them.

"Cant this wait until morning?" Kurt asked. All three of the boys shook their heads.

"We," Nick said, though Blaine shook his head and pointed to himself, "already packed your bag for you. Theres coffee in the car. Now get dressed and meet us downstairs. You have ten minutes. Go." Nick pushed Jeff out of the door to give Kurt some space, and Blaine followed. Kurt sighed heavily, but he stumbled through his morning routine and packed up his skin and hair products, his various chargers, and whatever other small details he didnt trust Blaine to have remembered. He was sure he had twice as much as the others by the time he walked downstairs, but he felt ready enough to leave.

"Coffee," Kurt demanded, and he was met with a travel mug and a kiss from his boyfriend.

"Morning, sunshine," Blaine said, pulling Kurt out to the car and sitting down in the backseat with him. With all of Kurts things and the four boys safely in the car, they hit the road. Blaine unclipped his seat belt and slid over to the middle seat, clipping himself back in. He offered his arms to Kurt, who happily rested against his shoulder. "You can go back to sleep," Blaine offered.

"Im too awake for that now. Can you tell me where were going yet?" He was met only with silence. "Fine. You know, I expected Jeff to be a road trip singer."

"Im glad you asked," Jeff said, firing up his iPod and selecting something. The car was filled with the familiar tune of the overture to Chicago, with its easy segue into All That Jazz. "You like musicals, right?"

"Of course."

"I already knew that, I just realised Id never specifically heard you say it… Unless you want to listen to I Fight Dragons. I have their album on here, and The Geeks Will Inherit the Earth is a great car song."

"Do you ever shut up about that band?" Blaine asked. Jeff nodded, but Nick shook his head. Kurt couldnt begin to imagine the weight of Nicks simple action. Jeff was already excitable as it was, and there was little doubt that he did obsessions to the max.

"But Blainers, Gameboy Colour noises."

"Youd think I hadnt heard any of this before," Blaine thought aloud, earning a sympathetic nod from Nick. If he hadnt been driving, Kurt would have expected him to have gone out of his way to counsel him further, perhaps offer a hug in sympathy.

"So I really dont get to know where were going," Kurt said.

"Pretty much. We should be there by breakfast. There may be a show in it for you," Nick said, "if youre awake enough youll know those are hints." So the place was within about a four or five hour range of Lima and they were going to a show of some sort. That didnt narrow it down too much, but he thought they were probably going further afield than Columbus (which wasnt worth more than day trip), but not so far as Broadway.

"Well hit New York on the next one," Blaine promised, even though Kurt hadnt made any of his musings publicly.

"You already went to New York once for me," Kurt said, thinking back to Nationals. He had never expected that his boyfriend would actually be there to support him, but Blaine had held true to his promise and when Kurt had had any spare time Blaine was right there beside him, the pair falling in love with the city together and basking in the chance to hold hands and kiss one another in public at any given moment, feeling far safer than they did in Ohio.

"I did indeed, and when you run off to the big city for college Ill visit you all the time."

"I could go to OSU," Kurt said. All three of the other boys laughed, and Blaine kissed the top of his head when he saw the way his boyfriend was pouting.

"Aww, Kurt," he said, "Its not that we dont trust your judgement, we just know you better than that." Kurt sighed in defeat.

"Youre the only reason I would even think about staying in Ohio. Getting out of the small town has been my dream for so long, and about as soon as I realised I was gay- long before I came out- I wanted to get to somewhere less homophobic. But being somewhere I can hold hands with the love of my life seems a little bit pointless without him there."

"Well isnt that just fucking adorable," Nick said, his voice a little too full of sarcasm.

"You should know that people get deep and gay at three in the morning," Kurt reasoned, "have you not ever been to a sleepover?"

"Probably not the sort of sleepovers you have," Nick said, "I play video games all night and eat cold pizza."

"Youre right, teenage girls perform ritual sacrifices in between chick flicks and popcorn."

"Oh snap," Jeff interjected.

"Believe it or not Ive actually had boys stay over at my house before," Jeff wiggled his eyebrows, "and not Blaine kind of boys. Like I have, on occasion, actually hung out with Finn and the glee guys. Its fun, they ask me what their girlfriends have been saying to me and if girls actually experiment with one another."

"And?" Nick asked hopefully.

"The glee girls havent mentioned you once and the only ones Ive seen make out are Santana and Brittany but they arent really experimenting. I mean, Ive always been suspicious of the Rachel and Quinn thing, but who knows?"

"Wait, Rachel and Quinn?" Blaine said, "As in Finns on again off again girlfriends? Like love triangle stuff?"

"I dont know who they are but Im intrigued," Jeff added, seemingly as though he just needed to constantly participate in conversation happening around him. Kurt hadnt meant to be exclusively name dropping, but gossip was gossip.

"Are you surprised?" he asked Blaine.

"Yes," said Jeff. Perhaps he just got bored if he didnt hear the sound of his own voice after a while.

"Less than you would think," said Blaine thoughtfully. The conversation seemed to stop there- Kurt was the only one with New Directions gossip and Blaine was the only other one who knew who any of the people in question.

"Nick, were going to need more coffee," Kurt said, with enthusiastic agreement from Jeff.

"Well stop as soon as theres somewhere to do so," Nick promised, "but you two are in charge of ordering. You know, decaf for Jeff and all." There definitely wasnt any protest from Kurt and Blaine.

A few hours later Nick was parking the car outside a diner and announcing their arrival. Kurt, who had somehow managed to doze off, glanced around the unfamiliar street for clues. He looked blankly at the trio he had travelled with, and they all looked right back.

"So?" Kurt said. Blaine shrugged, but just by his grin it was clear how unsuccessful his trying to play dumb was.

"Breakfast!" Jeff said, clapping his hands together once and walking towards the diner with Nick in tow. Kurt rolled his eyes and followed, joining the others at the table.

"Do I ever get to know where we are? Are you going to show me some landmark or something?" Kurt was getting tired of the whole kidnapping routine they had established. They were there now and he wasnt going home without them, and wherever they were honestly couldnt be worse than Lima. Nick and Jeff exchanged a look in decision.

"Were in Chicago," Nick finally said.

"They wanted to drive past the Cook County Jail and see if you get it then," Blaine said, as if trying to fill some blanks for Kurt, who dropped his head onto the table.

"That would explain the Movie Cast Recording we were listening to in the car," Kurt said, piecing it together finally, "We sang Cell Block Tango together and everything."

"Exactly."

"When you woke me up at two this morning, I dont think you can be upset that I didnt understand your clues."

"Oh, we arent," Nick said, "So what are we having for breakfast?"

An hour, three stacks of pancakes, and a plate of French toast later, they all piled back into Nicks car, Jeff now allowed to sit in the front seat again after Nick had exiled him to the backseat. Jeff navigated from the GPS on his phone, and soon enough they pulled up outside a house and Jeff hopped out of the car. When neither of the others moved, Kurt was beginning to get confused again.

"Why are we here but not going inside?" He asked. Nothing made sense to him anymore. At least the other three seemed onto it enough that Kurt could trail around behind them.

"This is Jeffs cousins house," Blaine said, "where were staying so that we have adult supervision."

"And we arent going inside because…?"

"No one warned them we were coming," Nick admitted, "woops." Kurt was immediately infinitely more concerned by that suggestion than Blaine and Nick, and it made him wonder just how many times they had made similar trips. Blaine was usually an intense pre-planner, to begin with.

Jeff ran back outside to the car and sat down again, turning around as best as he could so that he was somewhat facing all three of the others. "Nate is cool with us staying, he just had some questions about sleeping arrangements. Like, he wasnt sure who was dating who. He sort of shook his head and told us we would have to share beds anyway and that it was up to us as to who went where. I mean, are you two comfortable sharing a bed? I know you havent…. you know…. yet."

"You dont know that," Kurt quipped. He was far too used to people making assumptions like that, and his response was almost immediate. It wasnt lying at all, just prolonging the truth. Blaine smirked beside him.

"Have you?" Nick asked.

"….no. But we have shared a bed before, well do just fine."

"Great. Now lets take our things inside." The group all claimed their bags and were shown to their rooms in the "guest house". It was nothing too fancy, but the garage had been converted into a small apartment with two bedrooms, each scarcely bigger than the queen sized beds inside them. Kurt put his bags down and cracked open the suitcase that the others (or mostly Blaine, as he gathered) had packed for him, and was actually happy with what was there for him to work with. He had never been the nicest to Blaine about his ability to choose outfits for him (he could recount many you are NOT touching my wardrobe conversations), but he thought that he might have to reconsider that in the future. Even with a style different from his own, Blaine had chosen an appropriate selection to work with what Kurt would like.

Once they had "unpacked", Kurt flopped down onto the bed, and no one dared to disturb him while he napped.

That night, Blaine and Kurt went out to dinner in a nice restaurant, finally away from Nick and Jeff for more than a couple of minutes. They had decided to eat dinner elsewhere and they would meet up again before going into the theatre to see a musical. No one had disclosed for Kurt what it was they were seeing, but they promised that it was the last of the surprises.

"Have you done this trip a lot?" Kurt asked Blaine, hoping to finally see some sensible conversation about why they were doing what they were and how he was so relaxed about it all.

"A couple of times, but I was invited, you know? Like I didnt immediately expect to come just because I came last year. But then they decided that you should come, and I thought that you would really love to get away from Ohio for a few days."

"How long is a few days?"

"Well go home the day after tomorrow. Well go to the Bean tomorrow, but we usually just hang out with Nate and stuff."

"Nate who cares suspiciously little about letting teenage couples share beds in his house."

"Yeah. Um. I think youll find thats why Nick and Jeff invited us over other people. They knew that the house would be a good place for, uh, sex," Blaine said, lowering his voice slightly so as to not attract too much attention from the people dining around them, "for them! Not us, I wasnt assuming… Uh…" Blaine was turning redder by the second. He cleared his throat, grabbing his water glass. Kurt took the chance to steer the conversation and save Blaine from the tight corner he had backed himself into.

"So Nick and Jeff are sleeping with one another?" Kurt asked. Gossip was an easier thing to talk about than themselves. If anyone knew for sure it would be Blaine.

"I believe so, yes. I mean, last I heard Jeff was a virgin, and now he doesnt stop telling me that I need to bed you. Says things about how Im the last one to do it and all that." Kurt understood where he was coming from. He wasnt concerned about being the last of his friends, since he knew that at the very least he still had Mercedes- sweet, innocent Mercedes who was from a religious family and would stay sweet and innocent for at least another year or two.

"And Nick?" Kurt asked. Now he was just curious. He didnt have these discussions very often with his male friends.

"Hes slept with girls, but uh, yeah, pretty sure hes the one involved in Jeffs new sexual confidence." Kurt nodded in understanding.

"Im sorry that they bother you about us."

"Its okay. Im used to it. So long as I dont have to hear it, Im okay with knowing that theyre sleeping with one another, too. Im happy theyre happy and that they know with certainty that they like each that way."

"Youre a good friend, Blaine. Theyre lucky to have you."

"And Im lucky to have you after I woke you up this morning," Blaine teased.

"Damn right you are," Kurt said, snapping his fingers at the waiters, "now where is our cheesecake?"

That night they arrived home after seeing Company, a musical that Kurt had grown up loving even though he had never been old enough to fully grasp the themes that surrounded the married couples in their thirties. "Which couple do you think we are?" Blaine asked, as he loosened his tie. Kurt sat down on the bed and pulled his shoes off.

"I dont know. I think Im Joanne, though," Kurt said.

"Do you mean that or do you just really like Ladies Who Lunch?" Kurt shrugged.

"A bit of both. I think the real question is whether or not Bobby is gay." Blaine began unbuttoning his shirt. Kurt wasnt exactly sure when they suddenly had gotten comfortable changing in front of one another when every other time one or the other had gone into the bathroom.

"He seems to enjoy sleeping with April a lot. Is not marrying a woman when youre thirty-five really indicative of homosexuality?" Blaine asked. Kurt thought about it for a moment, finally getting on with getting changed himself. He seemed to have gotten distracted by Blaines bare chest.

"I dont plan to marry a woman ever," Kurt replied, "but you would think being married to a man would make it more obvious than not marrying a woman." The thought hung silently in the air while they both finished dressing and Blaine climbed into the bed. "I still need to do my skincare routine," Kurt explained.

"Thats okay. I dont mind watching you work." Under Blaines gaze Kurt cut a few corners, suddenly a little bit self-conscious.

"You think Im ridiculous," Kurt stated, watching as his boyfriend laughed and shuffled slightly further into the middle of the bed, creeping over into Kurts empty side.

"I think youre amazing."

"And youre going to feel that way still when youre fifty and have wrinkles and Ive stopped aging at forty-four."

"Maybe you can walk me through your routine tomorrow?" Blaine suggested. He pulled the blankets around himself a bit tighter. "Im a little bit busy pre-warming the bed for you right now, but I can commit to tomorrow night."

"Sure, that could be fun." Kurt put the lids on all of his jars and slid into the bed beside his boyfriend.

"You have a little…" Blaine said, swiping his thumb across Kurts chin. "There you go." Blaine left his hand in place cupping Kurts jaw as he kissed him. Kurt moved enthusiastically closer to Blaine to deepen their kiss, but Blaine pulled away. "My arms getting kind of tired from lying like this," he whispered. Kurt laughed, and lay down on his side to face Blaine, who followed suit and snuggled beneath the covers. Lying face to face like this gave Kurt the perfect opportunity to kiss Blaine softly some more.

Blaines kisses slowly became more insistent and Kurt, in some moment of intense confidence without any reason, rolled so that he was on top of his boyfriend. Blaine whimpered, Kurt only then realising the sharp contact his leg had had with Blaines crotch.

"Sorry," Kurt tried to say, but his mouth was otherwise occupied, Blaines tongue threatening to push even further inside as though it were possible.

"Dont be," Blaine said. He carefully realigned their bodies, and with an experimental roll of his hips Kurt had Blaine moaning, though he was doing his best to keep him quiet with his mouth. "We can stop, if you want to," Blaine said, Kurt taking their split as his opportunity to place kisses beneath Blaines jaw, "Kurt, you- you want to do this? I cant enjoy it if youre not." Kurt smirked. He could feel how much Blaine was enjoying it, since his cock was right there against his, only a few thin layers separating them from a step too big for the both of them.

"You certainly seem to be enjoying it."

"I- yeah. Uh, you?" Kurt replied by rolling his hips again, catching Blaine off guard and having him release another gorgeous noise. "This isnt going to last very long," Blaine whispered, causing Kurt to laugh. His boyfriend followed in his laughter shortly after, and it may well have been the cutest noise he had ever heard.

"May as well keep going then, huh?" Kurt suggested, and Blaine nodded eagerly. They kissed one another as much as they could handle as they rocked against one another, until finally they had both come, neither one having removed their pants or used their hands at all. It wasnt as though it was Kurts first orgasm, he was a teenage boy after all- but it was his first that he had shared with anyone.

"Im sleepy now," Blaine admitted, Kurt rolling off him and Blaine immediately snuggling into his side.

"Mm, me too," Kurt agreed, letting his eyes droop shut, not even caring about the uncomfortable sticky feeling in his pants. He was far too happy too even really notice, deciding to deal with it later and enjoy the bliss with his boyfriend for as long as he could manage.