"Fucking contraptions," Blaine grumbled as he had to look down to find the multiple clips on my Marc Jacobs shirt. "Such cock blocks. Wear a t-shirt next time I'm over, please? Actually, just don't wear anything. Yeah, that's good."

I let my head fall back onto the floor as his hands roamed around my torso, our study session effectively ended. He was sitting heavily on my waist, the shape of his ass pressed against my crotch. A blissful smile spread across my face as I let myself get hard.

I peeked at Blaine to see if he noticed and apparently he did because he flashed me a dirty smirk and ground his backside down. I unleashed a pornographic grunt which I would blush at later, but right now I relished in the sight of Blaine's pupils blowing out and his lips suddenly crashing into mine.

Now I could feel his own erection pressed against my lower stomach.

My heart quickened when he breathed into my ear and he rolled his hips against me, our erections rubbing against the other. His lips latched at my neck and I smacked his head.

"Oh, sorry," he mumbled, remember how much I absolutely hated hickies on my neck (see Chapter 3).

My hands grabbed at his jeans and I bucked up a few times, letting myself chase the wonderful feeling in my stomach. The friction of my hard dick against the fabric of my underwear was oddly satisfying and knowing that Blaine's was right next to mine, separated by only a few layers of fabric made the wonderful heat just keep building and building. Blaine started to pull away, but I was really close and I didn't want to stop right when I could feel that it was going to be a really sweet clim-

"Kurt!" Blaine said, jarring me out of my lust-filled haze.

I let go of Blaine's arms and let go of that wonderful tension with a low whimper. "What's wrong, Blaine?"

"I think we should cool down."

I rolled my eyes. "Let me remind you that you are the one who interrupted our totally platonic study session. Now please Blaine, I was like 2 seconds from coming, oh god," I trailed off, moving my hips under him.

"Shh," he cooed, petting my face. I almost bit his fingers off. I was going to let myself orgasm in my designer jeans because of him and he was trying to calm me down! What was this fuckery?

(Once again, I really hoped that no one could read minds because if anyone knew how much I swear in my mind... that would just be embarrassing.)

"I'm sorry Kurt, I didn't mean to do this. Well, I guess I did, but it was all very impulsive and it was kinda your fault."

I shot him my best unamused glare.

"You were biting on your lower lip so beautifully while you studied. I couldn't not act on it!"

I frowned and looked away.

"What's wrong? I'm sorry Kurt, don't be upset! I'm sorry, I'm stupid, lets do it, I shouldn't have been such a tease." He kissed me roughly. "It was wrong for me to get you all worked up. Might as well finish." He grabbed at my crotch then undid the button, but I stopped him, buzzed killed anyways.

"Blaine," I began, my voice a bit thick. I had been wanting to ask him this for days, but never knew when to bring it up. I guess any time would be as good as now. "Why haven't we had sex yet?"

Blaine sighed and swallowed. "I told you, love. I'm just not ready yet."

I closed my eyes, knowing that would be his response. I motioned for him to get off and I sat up. I took his hands. "Blaine... we've done almost everything but sex. And... I feel like the more that we fool around without actually fooling around is just going to make the actual sex feel so... unremarkable."

Blaine paled noticeably.

Oh god. That was it.

"It's not exactly like that, babe," he rushed to say, taking my hands again. He licked his lips. "I'm just so...scared." He looked away from me as he bit his lip and collected his thoughts. "I really really..." he stared at me.

My heart thudded against my ribcage as I waited for him to say something, anyth-

"I love you."

Whoa. Okay!

My lips parted, but no sound was coming out.

"At least, I think so," he continued, a blush spreading over his face. "I feel so strongly about you Kurt. I find you so fucking beautiful and I feel like if you were the only person I could be with forever, it would be a dream come true." He emitted a nervous laugh and gripped my hands tighter. "And I know first times are supposed to be special, but everything is special on its own when it comes to you. I'm just so scared that if we have sex that I might do something wrong and lose you. Sex is always such a huge deal that either makes or breaks relationships most of the time. I listen to all the guys talk about it nonstop, and most of them usually break up a few weeks after having sex. I thought that maybe if we didn't feel like it was such a big deal, then we would be okay."

I took my hands away from Blaine and pressed the to his cheeks to pull him to my mouth. I gave him a hard dry kiss then broke apart.

"First of all... I love you too." The words felt funny coming out, but they also felt just so right. "Second, I get what you mean. But baby, I really do love you too, and I do want our first time to be special. Not just because we would both be losing our virginity, but because we would be creating a bond together. I want to make love to you, and I will wait. But I don't want you to be afraid of losing me. Ever. You're stuck with me Blaine."

Blaine looked like I had just given him the world. But I had only given him myself. Which made me blush because then that would mean I was his world.

Which made me even happier that Blaine had been my world ever since meeting him on the staircase.

"You are amazing," he whispered to me as he pulled me into a fierce hug.

"I love you," I had to say again. "And I never want you to be afraid of anything."

We sat there most of the night, just holding each other. Nothing sexual, just feeling the others chest rise and fall. Feeling the breath of the other against our ear.

Blaine pressed flawlessly against my body.