When Kurt finally sits down on his bed, it’s late. He’s had a long, oh so long day; between navigating through airports and driving to Lima and catching up with his dad and Carole, unpacking and moisturizing, he is dead beat.

He picks up his phone from his nightstand nonetheless, listening to the dial tone a second later and getting more comfortable against his various pillows propped up against the headboard.

“Hey there, Sexy.”

Kurt giggles, suddenly revived. “You’ve been sitting next to your phone for hours waiting to say this, haven’t you?” he asks instead of answering in kind.

“Maybe? I was afraid that you wouldn’t call at all today and it’d all be in vain. But you’re totally screwing up the script, Kurt. I mean, George. Dammit.”

Kurt giggles again and relaxes against his pillows, giddy and tired and so smitten with this boy.

“I’m so sorry. And I meant to call earlier but my dad did this interrogation thing about my life and I only managed to escape now.”

Blaine hums and Kurt imagines him lying in his own tiny bed, fluffy hair and silk pyjamas.

“Don’t complain. I know you’re happy to be home. You’ve been excited to see your dad this whole week. I wish you were that excited to see me.”

Kurt scrunches up his nose. “Don’t compare my feelings for seeing my dad to those for seeing you. And you should have seen me before our very first official date. Santana still mocks me at every opportunity she gets.”

Blaine laughs and Kurt hears him shift around, the sounds of cotton sheets moving against skin loud in his ear. He squirms, the images too vivid in his mind.

“I like Santana. But don’t worry, I still like you better.”

A snort escapes Kurt’s mouth before he can stop it. “You are scared of Santana, Blaine. Don’t think I don’t know.”

“She is scary. But let’s not talk about her before I go to sleep; I’m sure she will find me in my nightmares.”

Kurt laughs again, rolling his eyes at Blaine’s exaggerated frightened voice. “You’re ridiculous. She’s not that bad. But okay, let’s talk about something else. How was your day?”

“Well, I’ve been sitting next to my phone all day, waiting for you to call, so not that exciting.”

He’s teasing but Kurt is still feels guilty. Blaine speaks again before Kurt can say anything. “No, I’m kidding, Kurt. It would have been fine if you had called tomorrow, or the day- no, okay, if you hadn’t called tomorrow I would have stalked you. Telephone terror. Texts every few minutes. Maybe taken a plane to Ohio just to check whether you’re avoiding me.” A beat, then: “Sorry, I drank a few energy drinks to stay awake enough to finish my essay. I might be a little keyed up. But on the upside: I managed to finish and proof-read it. So. That’s what I did today. And miss you. I also already miss you. I know that’s clingy and crazy, but I’ve gotten used to seeing your face every day. I miss it.”

Kurt lets a few moments pass to see if there’s anything else Blaine wants to ramble about. When all he can hear is his even breathing, he lets a smile take over his face.

“I miss you, too. But I’ll be back on Monday. Can’t let you stay unsupervised for much longer. You know energy drinks make you hyperactive. But I’m glad you finished your essay. Now you can enjoy the rest of the weekend and on Monday morning, you will finally see my face again, in case you forget it until then.”

“Impossible.” His reply is immediate and Kurt’s grin unstoppable. “This is nice, though. We never talk on the phone. It’s how we started.”

“And what a good start it was”, Kurt’s voice is sarcastic but he can’t help but let his free hand play with the buttons of his favourite dark blue plaid pyjama top. Blaine’s voice does things to him, especially when he gets all raspy.

“In my memory it was very satisfactory, Kurt. Your voice. You have no idea how often I got off just imagining you talking to me.”

“Oh yeah?”

Apparently, eloquence is impossible when Blaine talks to him about anything mildly sex-related. His dick twitches in his pyjama pants and he adjusts himself, keeping his hand underneath the covers.

“Mhh. That was back when you had me think you were an experienced sex god so you would tell me all this stuff I should do to you and to myself, teaching me. It was hot.”

Blaine’s voice catches in his throat and Kurt knows he is touching himself and god- they are actually doing this.

“I never let you think I was experienced. I think you blocked out our first telephone call completely because I had no idea what I was doing.”

They have talked about this; Kurt blushing through his admittance that he was actually as much of a virgin as Blaine was before their first night. He still wishes he had taken a picture of Blaine’s stunned face.

“You were so incredibly sexy, Kurt. On the phone and afterwards. You had all these guys hanging all over you. What was I supposed to think?”

He’s teasing again, but his breathing is off and Kurt knows that now is not the time to talk about their little misunderstanding.

“So you fantasized about me teaching you? What happened in these fantasies? Did I give you commands? Did I tell you to take off your pants and lick your hand and take your dick into your fist and drag it slowly up and down? Did I tell you that I’m doing the same, thinking of your hand instead?”

“Kurt”

They are both breathing harshly and Blaine’s voice sounds wrecked already, making Kurt wonder what he did before Kurt called him. He had definitely already been in bed. The image makes Kurt move his hand faster, hand shoved inside his pants, too impatient to take them off properly first.

For a minute they stay quiet, wet sounds and little moans coming through the phone and it’s enough, really, for Kurt to get closer and closer to the edge.

“I fantasized about you telling me what to do, how to blow you, how to take you into my mouth and you would be so big, you are so big, and I wouldn’t know what to do but you would make these sounds and it would be perfect- you taste perfect, you are perfect,Kurt, I–“

“Yes. Yes, I want that, Blaine, you have no idea, I always want you, I want to feel you move against me and under me and over me and in me-“

There’s a strangled sound coming through the phone and Kurt hears a “Fuck, Kur-“, before there’s a groan and it’s unmistakable that Blaine is coming. Kurt listens to him, twisting his hand underneath his head, thinking about what they did before he took this flight to Ohion and then he’s coming too, spilling the inside of his pants. He’s trying to stay quiet, his parents are in the same house after all; but they are asleep and Kurt knows they won’t hear. “God, Kurt, I wish you were here right now.”

 Kurt hums, still a little high on his orgasm. “Maybe I shouldn’t call you tomorrow so you’ll consider this stalking-plan of yours and come here.”

Blaine laughs and it’s breathy and gorgeous and Kurt knows he is so in love with him that he will never recover. They haven’t said the words, not yet. It’s too soon and they are still giddy that their attraction and adoration is mutual and Kurt wants to enjoy this first. But he knows his feelings and he knows that this isn’t casual. This is permanent.

He’s content with the feeling and with keeping it to himself for now, snuggling back into his covers and readjusting the pillows that are askew due to their activities.

“This was so much better than our first phone call.”

He’s smug and Blaine giggles down the phone, sleepy and sated. “That’s because this time there was no Santana to stop us. Which brings me back to the fact that Santana is evil and should be avoided.”

Kurt grins and rolls his eyes before letting them droop closed.

“There should be a rule that we can’t speak about Santana or anyone we’re related to or friends with when we’re doing this, Blaine.”

Blaine hums in agreement. “We should go to sleep.”

Kurt nods, though Blaine can’t see him.

“We should. I promise I’ll call you tomorrow once I get a second for myself, okay?”

Blaine hums again. “Kurt? I’m really glad you were not as experienced as I thought. I’m really glad that we’re doing this together.” Kurt smiles sleepily at Blaine’s sweet tone. “And let’s face it: experienced or not, you are one hell of a sex god. And your mine to keep.”

Kurt presses his grin against his pillow. “You’re ridiculous. Sleep well, sexy.”

“Sleep well, sex god. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

And every day after that.