Kurt woke up to find a sleeping Blaine still wrapped firmly around him, his arm draped across his waist. He ran his fingers through Blaines hair, loving the feeling of the soft curls that his boyfriend did his best to hide. He slowly began to wake up, shifting closer to Kurt as he opened his eyes.

"Good morning," Blaine said softly, leaning up to kiss Kurt. He was given one short kiss, all that Kurt could deal with before they had brushed their teeth.

"Morning." Kurt thought he could get used to waking up with his boyfriend far too easily to say it aloud.

"Last night was… good."

"Yeah, good," he affirmed, neither of the boys exactly sure how to address it. It had been something of a big step for the both of them, and there was tangible new kind of trust between them.

"Was that a one off thing or are we going to keep doing that?"

"I think we could keep going," Kurt said. Blaine laughed affectionately.

"Whatever you like. How do you feel about going… further?" Blaine asked. They had only really mentioned it in passing, but here there were no interruptions and no eavesdropping friends. It was about the perfect location for exploring with one another, and there was no telling when they would get that opportunity again.

"I still dont really feel like I know what Im doing."

"Well learn together."

"Its like… I know clinically what happens. I know what goes where and that lube and condoms are important. But I still have no idea about anything else, really. Theres no handbook on how to give blowjobs or anything," Kurt said. Blaine opened his mouth to say something, but Kurt continued. "Before you say it, Ive tried watching… those movies, but I cant do it. Theres nothing even remotely arousing to me about overly muscled men having their "first" gay experience for money. I just get depressed because surely no one really makes those noises."

"Have you tried reading about it instead?" Blaine suggested, and Kurt was just glad that he wasnt pushing the porn subject any further.

"Like in those books that Carole reads?"

"I dont know how useful those would be when it comes to gay sex. More like… fanfiction?"

"Seriously?" Kurt asked. Blaine nodded. "Oh. I wouldnt know where to start."

"Ill help you." Blaine found his laptop and got connected to the WiFi far too quickly for Kurts liking, leaving his arms too fast. He couldnt help but find it endearing how excited Blaine was to find the kinds of things that he was meant to read. "Give me a pairing," Blaine said.

"Any pairing?"

"Yeah. You watch Sing, right? Or like, Twilight. Anything."

"There arent any gay couples in Twilight," Kurt pointed out. This was getting more complicated than listing any pairing, if he could list pairings of non-existent people.

"Thats irrelevant. Do you want to read about Jacob and Edward having sex, Kurt?" Blaine asked, with far too straight a face for Kurt to handle. He had to laugh then.

"Id never really thought about it."

"You can probably find Bella/Edward stuff where theyre both guys," Blaine said, typing a bunch of shorthand terms that meant nothing to Kurt into a search bar. Blaine opened a new tab, leaving the page of results for Kurt to look through later.

"Im Team Jacob," Kurt said. Blaine typed in something more, and soon Kurt had listings for Bella/Edward and Jacob/Bella stories (he still had no idea what cisboy!Bella meant, nor how Blaine had known that was what to look for), as well as a list of Jacob/Edward stories. Blaine gave him a quick lesson in navigating the pages, and then attached links to all three to an email so Kurt could find them easily again later. "And you actually read this sort of thing?"

"Yeah, I do," Blaine admitted, seemingly past the point of embarrassment, "Not for Twilight, but I think the effect is the same."

"…Is that one a BDSM story?" Kurt asked. Blaine glanced over the description.

"Yeah, it is. Theres a lot of that sort of thing around."

"Oh."

"So now weve covered the mechanics and the stylistic side of this all, do you want to talk about the emotional side?" Blaine asked, gently taking Kurts hand and pulling them both back down to a lying position, with Kurt more or less on top of his boyfriend until he adjusts and lies on his side next to him.

"I think you want to," Kurt supplied, and he was plenty willing to listen.

"Call me old fashioned, but I want our first time to mean something."

"And wont it?" Kurt said, "Because last time I checked we were very much in love." Blaine laughed softly.

"Of course, Kurt. But Im the tiniest bit worried that will all our… urges, its just going to stop being what I want to be."

"Maybe theres some middle ground?" Kurt suggested, "we can do some stuff, but not, you know, the stuff, and that would take care of the urges and wed have all the romance we like when we take that last step."

"You mean butt stuff?" Blaine grinned. Kurt laughed and whacked him lightly.

"Yes. You absolute idiot."

"But Im your idiot."

"That you are, honey."

The second night at Nates house Blaine and Kurt did their best to block out the consistent noise of the headboard on the bed next door banging repeatedly against their wall. It turned out that Blaine had been completely right about the sexual side of Jeff and Nicks relationship, and it didnt seem like they were shy about it.

"You know how people think that the noises people make while theyre having sex are a turn on?" Kurt thought aloud. Blaine rolled onto his side to look at him with a puzzled expression. "I think it only applies if youre participating."

"I think youre right," Blaine agreed, "they were so happy to be providing us with a place to be exploring our sexuality or whatever it was and then they do this so we end up lying here blankly and really not into it at all at the slightest." Kurt didnt even really notice the overemphasis on his words. He shuffled closer and pulled Blaines arms around him, pressing his back into Blaines warm chest. It wasnt even close to cold outside but he was more than happy to have the warmth from Blaine, always preferable to the humidity. After cuddling for a minute or two, both desperately hoping that Nick and Jeff would finish soon- and gosh, they had good stamina- Kurt was still not even close to being sleepy. He wanted to teasingly press his ass against Blaines crotch, but he moved away almost immediately to accommodate the movement.

"Blaine?" Kurt said. His boyfriend hummed against Kurts neck in response. "Youre hard right now, arent you?" Blaine wriggled further away from him again.

"Sorry," he whispered, "theres just a lot happening in my brain right now." Kurt supposed he could understand where Blaine was coming from; between the knowledge that they had been invited to stay so that they had the opportunity to sleep together, that their friends were having sex just a wall away, and having an attractive boyfriend lying in such close proximity, there were some messages that the conscious mind didnt have a lot of say in.

Kurt hesitated for a moment. "I could take care of that for you," he said. He knew they had talked about everything just that morning, but maybe this was still too much too soon. He couldnt know how Blaine felt until he was willing to talk about it again either.

"You dont have to do that," Blaine said, much too quickly.

"What if I want to? Do you not want me to?"

"I… I really want you to."

"Then let me?" Kurt said softly, moving away from Blaine enough to turn over and trail his hands down his boyfriends chest, resting his hands at his hips. "I wont do anything you arent ready for, B." Blaine nodded, taking Kurts hand and nudging it towards his cock.

Kurt cupped him through his pants first. Though he was well accustomed to jerking off and the shape and feel of it all, touching another mans cock was entirely different to touching his own. With all this new found confidence, he was glad to have an intermediate step between what they had been doing and where they were going.

He slid his hand under the waistband of Blaines pants, delighting in the way Blaines breath hitched at the brush of his fingertips. As Kurt closed his hand around the shaft Blaine wriggled his pants down further, allowing his erection to spring free. Kurt hazarded a glance down at his hand, anticipating the shift that would come when he made everything real, that he was taking this step with Blaine.

There was something comforting, Kurt thought, that as he was stroking his boyfriends length he could safely know that the only person who got to see and do anything like this was Blaine himself. The modesty in the Anderson household ensured that not even his parents would have accidentally walked in on him at any time, entirely different from the numerous occasions Burt had walked into the bathroom while Kurt was in the shower to grab a comb or something, muttering that it was nothing he hadnt seen before.

Blaine pressed kisses over Kurts face, wherever it was that he could reach. Kurt met him to exchange a few slow, sloppy kisses, never once faltering in his movement of his hand over his boyfriend, rubbing against Blaines leg to keep himself stimulated at the same time, nothing too different than he had been doing before. Blaines hips stuttered up, pushing to meet Kurts down stroke as he came over Kurts hand.

An odd silence hung in the air as Blaine kissed him softly, before grabbing some tissues from the nightstand and passing them to Kurt to clean up. "Thanks," Kurt said, wiping his hand off.

"No, thank you," Blaine replied, "do you want me, to, uh..?" he gestured down at Kurts body, obviously looking to return the favour.

"Actually, Im good," Kurt admitted. He hadnt expected to find that giving Blaine a handjob would do so much for him, certainly not to the point that all it had taken was a few thrusts against Blaines thigh for him to reach orgasm.

The pounding against the wall seemed to have stopped for good, and Blaine pulled the covers back up around them as Kurt rested his arm over Blaines waist, nuzzling beneath his jaw. They shared a few sated goodnight kisses before they found that sleep met them easily.

The next morning Kurt was grateful to have woken up to the promise of pancakes for brunch, rather than at two in the morning the way he was the last time they were tripping between Lima and Chicago. In the dining room Jeff and Nick were holding hands across the table, an easy affection between them that Kurt had never quite witnessed for himself, used to seeing them at much more physically intimate moments. Blaine was humming as he made himself a second stack and poured syrup over it, so obnoxiously a morning person that it was almost painful. Kurt helped himself to some pancakes and sat down at the table, savouring the moment with the group of friends.

"So it sounds like you two had fun last night," Kurt said, a smile playing at his lips. Nick was the first to react, looking accusingly between Blaine and Kurt. Jeff smiled down at his pancakes happily.

"We did," Jeff replied, much to Nicks further embarrassment. Jeff was so open about everything that Kurt hadnt expected any other result.

"And what did you two get up to?" Nick quipped, though it was a beat too late and he fumbled over his words slightly, clearly trying to divert attention and it didnt quite play off as coolly as he would have liked it to.

"You know, stuff," Kurt said with an innocent shrug, "when we werent being kept awake by you two."

"Blaine made his masturbation noises!" Nick said, far too quickly.

"Nick!" Blaine exclaimed.

"How do you know what his masturbation noises sound like?" Jeff asked, sounding genuinely curious.

"Doesnt matter," Nick said. Jeffs cousin Nate came into the kitchen at that point, looking suspiciously between the four boys, all now looking nonchalantly down at their plates.

"What did I miss?" Nate asked, but none of the boys were willing to answer, all mumbling nonsense at their plates. Nate didnt seem to mind at all.

He was a lot more pleasant when they piled everything back into the car and started on their way, though they had a few more stops on the way back since everyone was awake. They let Jeff play whatever songs he liked, and none of them thought to even argue. The trip had been exhausting, and, even after what had seemed like a shaky start, Kurt found that by the time he was being dropped back at home in Lima, he was happy to have gone.

The day after the Chicago trip, Erica and Luke summoned a Dreamweaver planning meeting at their house, ready to start the new year of LARPing shortly before school was due to start. They had a whole host of standard topics to get through, from recapping the completed plot strands to figuring out the new ones, making note of relationship changes and the ones to come, and for the first time, figuring in the second town.

"Theyre self-sufficient," Erica began explaining, "their plots arent going to be designed to intertwine with ours. But then again, well have a few combined sessions and youll be able to mix and match, though the goal is to only have a few big plots that span both groups that can be put aside when were not all together."

"And your cousins are running it?" Marley clarified.

"Yeah, Sebastian and Rory. Well, mostly Rory, but Sebastian would like to think that hes helping. Hes just bossy."

"And Rory isnt?" Luke scoffed. As they got to the character relationships part of the meeting, Erica wrote every characters name up on the whiteboard, drawing an arrow between White Wings and JetCat and writing sexual tension alongside it.

"You can all talk to one another for this, but by the end of the next, say, twenty minutes, I want to have an arrow from each character to every other. No two characters should be left without any relationship," Erica said. As the group began to mix around and chat about their characters, Erica quickly cornered Blaine and Kurt. "You two can do whatever you want," she told them, "but I have a strong recommendation that you should be getting engaged."

"You think they should get married?" Kurt asked. The thought had never really occurred to him, not while he and Blaine were dating one another too. They were so far from making that lifetime commitment that he hadnt ever stopped to consider how it would be for Darcy. He tried not to point out that Erica had said you rather than they.

"There are superheroes and youre questioning the gay rights?"

"I wasnt questioning the- never mind. What do you think?" Kurt squeezed Blaines hand softly.

"I think that we should do it," Blaine agreed. He stepped up to the board and drew the line between them, annotating it as to-be-betrothed, predictably causing some uproar among the group. It humoured Kurt to find that they received a few compliments about the plot being a good idea, as well as for their impending engagement. The blurring lines between them and their characters seemed to be getting fuzzier by the way the others talked to them, though they were fairly certain themselves that they wouldnt actually be taking that step for years yet. They were barely scraping the surface of their new sexual confidence, they didnt need any more levels to climb.

As the group reconvened, settling down and the gossiping subsiding, Marley raised her hand. Erica, taking a moment to register that was her signalling for invitation to speak, called on her. "When is our first combined LARP happening?" she asked, receiving a few mumbles of agreement.

"We thought after school started up, so youll all have a chance to get back into the swing of things with just us, and be sorted with your schoolwork," she gestured to Blaine, "or settled into a new school even, before we mess with everything."

"Im confused, who are Sebastian and Rory?" Nick piped up. Erica sighed, obviously getting annoyed with the repetition of her answers.

"Theyre my cousins, Sebastian is Rorys brother, and Sebastian will be attending Dalton in your year. Any more questions?" There was no reply, and Erica sighed again, those this time contently rather than with frustration. She let the silence linger for another moment, testing the patience of the group for a moment. "Good. So, moving on…"

Blaine dropped Kurt off at home. They found that with his summer curfew they had managed to be early, and they parked down the road rather than right outside Kurts house. Blaine captured Kurts lips in a heated kiss, and they soon climbed into the backseat to have slightly more room, exchanging lazy kisses and excited handjobs before Kurt had to go.

"Wasnt Blaine going to walk you to the door?" Burt asked as he heard Kurt come in. He felt his cheeks reddening and willed them not to as best as he could.

"We said goodnight in the car," he replied, trying to shrug it off.

"Hes doing okay though?"

"Oh yeah. Our roleplay characters are getting engaged," he said casually. Burt only looked startled for a moment.

"Oh, uh, thats great, kiddo?" Burt replied, phrasing it as a question in non-commitment. Kurt nodded supportively. "Im glad you two are happy. How long have you been together now?"

"I dont know, like, seven months?" It wasnt hard to keep track of exactly how long it had been, when the date they were choosing to count as their anniversary was New Years Day. He could easily have given it as a figure with months and days, and he was sure Burt knew that as well as he did.

"Thats a lot, for most high school relationships these days."

"It is, but we dont want to be most high school couples."

"Good for you. I like him, you know," Burt assured. Kurt loved how his dad wanted to say that to him, as though he was being kept in the loop about their relationship.

"I know. Finn and I both know that hes your favourite son."

"You know I love all of you. Hes sort of adorable though." Kurt tried not to laugh, but he wasnt surprised to hear that was what Burt thought of his boyfriend. Blaine was adorable.

"I know exactly what you mean." Kurts phone buzzed, and he unlocked it to find a text from Blaine.

Blaine A. did you make it inside okay? You didnt turn off the porch light :)

Kurt laughed endearingly, reading it aloud to his dad in response to the puzzled look that he received. Burt smiled and walked over to the door, opening it and popping his head out to wave at Blaine, who was sitting in his car outside their house still. He turned off the light as he closed the door.

Kurt H. Yes, B. Thank you for the ride home xx

"Warm milk, do you think?" Burt suggested, and Kurt happily followed him through to the kitchen to share the simple routine comfort with his dad.

Blaine A. Any time, love. See you tomorrow?

Kurt H. Absolutely. Text me sometime after eleven? Xoxo

Blaine A. Sure. Say goodnight to your dad for me. Love you xxx

"Blaine says goodnight," Kurt told his dad, already tapping out the response he anticipated Burt dictating to him as he pottered around the kitchen, making them both the promised milk as Kurt sat at the table.

"Well, say goodnight back. And he had better not be driving, but if hes still sitting outside then he should say so now so we can make enough milk for him."

Kurt H. You arent driving, are you? He says goodnight too. Love you too xxxx

With no response for a few minutes, Kurt informed Burt that he probably was driving after all, but he wasnt texting and driving or anything. As Burt slid a mug across the table to him, his phone buzzed again.

Blaine A. I was driving, thank you very much, but no, none of my texts were sent en route. We already said our I love yous, how are we meant to end this now?

Kurt H. Still love you. Xx

Blaine A. Still loving you too. B) xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx