"High school boys?"

Wes rolled his eyes and banged his gavel again. "Warbler Nick, sit down. Okay, we're going to do this right and I don't want anyone goofing off," he said sternly, eyes clearly focused on Nick and Jeff.

Kurt sighed and leaned into Blaine. He was not happy about these Warbler practices during break, but Wes was insistent and no one wanted to suffer under his wrath. He glanced around and it was at least refreshing to see all his fellow Warblers in regular clothes, instead of the usual Dalton uniform. A lot of them were in Dalton related clothing, including Blaine, who showed up to practice in a Dalton sweatshirt and matching sweatpants.

Unfortunately, those sweatpants were seriously distracting. Blaine was resting his ankle over the opposite knee, and Kurt couldn't help but notice that those sweatpants didn't really leave a whole lot to the imagination. Kurt couldn't stop his eyes from glancing at Blaine's lap and, Jesus, did Blaine not wear underwear or something today? Kurt had to bite his lip and force himself to look elsewhere, because he was having a hard time controlling his hormones. Ever since their little…incident in the library Kurt has had difficult time thinking about anything else. It was like something had been lit inside of him and he couldn't stop thinking about Blaine in that…way.

Kurt jumped, startled when Blaine elbowed him in the side. He blinked to refocus his eyes and looked around; everyone was standing except himself and Blaine. "Oh, sorry," he blushed and pushed himself up off the couch.

"Okay, now that Warbler Kurt has decided to grace us with his presence, let's get warmed up with some scales," Wes started and motioned for everyone to start.

Kurt was busy tying his scarf around his neck when he felt an arm wrap around his waist. He turned, smiling, already knowing who it was. "Hey there."

Blaine smiled and leaned in to quickly kiss Kurt. "Hey, ready to head out?"

"Yeah, you done talking with Wes and David I take it?" Kurt asked while tugging his jacket up over his shoulders.

Blaine nodded. "Yep, just needed to ask them a few things." His eyes were twinkling, and Kurt knew he was up to something. He also knew not pry, because Blaine had specifically asked to talk to Wes and David alone. Which meant, minus Kurt.

Obviously it had something to do with him.

"When am I going to find out what you're up to?"

Blaine smiled and held out his hand after he zipped up his coat. "Oh, soon," he said, brushing off the question.

Kurt rolled his eyes and opened the door, motioning for Blaine to follow him. "C'mon, let's head out of here before Wes decides we need to work on another song." He followed Blaine out to Blaine's car and got into the passenger seat, after buckling his seatbelt he looked over to Blaine, "so, what are our plans for the rest of the day?"

Blaine leaned over, placed a hand on Kurt's cheek and lightly pressed his lips against Kurt's. After pulling back slightly, he grinned. "I'm making up for missing our one month anniversary today!"

Kurt laughed and pushed Blaine back into his seat. "It's almost our two month anniversary, babe."

"Fair enough," Blaine nodded. "This will cover both of them, then." He started the car and pulled out of Wes' driveway.

The drive wasn't long, and Kurt wasn't even really surprised at all that they pulled up to a driveway with a gate. He hid his grin by looking out the window while Blaine rolled down his window, punched in the code, and the gate in front of them slowly slid open. As they pulled to the front of the house, which was huge, Blaine coughed uncomfortably. "So, I guess you have some questions?"

Kurt smiled and turned towards him, "Somehow, I'm not really surprised." He could tell Blaine was nervous and he reached over to grab one of Blaine's hands. "Hey, it's okay."

Blaine visibly relaxed and let out a breath. "I don't really bring a lot of people over, because everyone gets the wrong idea about me. I'm not some spoiled rich brat, you know?"

"I know," Kurt said softly, and rubbed his thumb over Blaine's knuckles. "Feel like showing me around?"

"Sure," Blaine nodded and pulled the keys out of the ignition. "Another thing, my parents are gone for the week, we have, uh," he cleared his throat and blushed.

Kurt raised his eyebrows and his hand stilled on the door handle. "Blaine, are you telling me we have the house to ourselves?" When Blaine nodded again, a thrill shot down Kurt's spine and he forced himself out of the car. He followed Blaine into the house and couldn't contain a gasp when he looked around the entryway. "Wow… this is, Blaine, your house is gorgeous."

"Thanks," Blaine shrugged and kicked off his shoes. He pulled off his jacket and held out his hand for Kurt's. "I'll take your coat and show you my favorite room."

Kurt handed Blaine his coat and waited while Blaine hung both of their coats up in the hall closet. He slowly glanced around, admiring the paintings on the walls around them.

"Ready?" Blaine asked, holding out his hand.

"Yeah," Kurt smiled and grasped Blaine's outstretched hand, interlinking their fingers. "So, which room is your favorite room?"

"You'll see," Blaine smiled, leading them down a hallway, and then up a small staircase. He turned to Kurt when they reached a double door. "Close your eyes."

Kurt obeyed. He heard Blaine open the doors and let himself be pulled into the room slowly. Blaine dropped his hand and asked him to stay, so he strained to hear what Blaine was doing. He heard his boyfriend shuffle around, and he distinctly heard the sound of a match lighting. "What are you doing?"

"Shh, you'll see."

Kurt crossed his arms over his chest and bit his lip. He could feel his nerve endings becoming a tad frayed, being so…exposed like this, standing in the middle of a room, with his eyes closed. But, he trusted Blaine. He loved Blaine. Even though he still hadn't told Blaine, he knew he did. That's what was keeping him in control, that feeling.

"Okay, you can open them."

Kurt slowly opened his eyes and blushed. "Wow," he breathed, taking in everything. This room was breathtaking. A gorgeous grand piano was set in the corner, a couple of guitars were set up along the wall, along with various other instruments, and now, candles were flickering around the room, too. "Blaine, I—"

Blaine appeared in front of him and wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist. "This is my sanctuary, if you will," he said softly. "I come here to get away from everything."

"I can see why," Kurt nodded, wrapped one arm around Blaine's shoulders, placed his other hand on Blaine's collar bone and leaned his forehead against Blaine's. He couldn't resist dropping his hand slightly, and really focused on the feeling of the connection.

What If I tell him and he freaks out? What if he doesn't love me? I know I love him, fuck being only sixteen, I know—

Kurt's heart soared and he couldn't hold back from smiling as he dropped his hand from Blaine's chest, letting his hand settle on Blaine's waist. He didn't feel any pain that time, and he distinctly felt the connection break. He knew he was getting closer to being able to do it without touch, but that didn't really matter right now. What mattered was—

"I love you, Blaine," he whispered.

Blaine's eyes widened and he pulled back his head. Kurt could see tears shining over Blaine's eyes that were searching his own. "Y-you, what?"

Kurt nodded and licked his lips before kissing his boyfriend. "I love you," he repeated against Blaine's mouth.

Blaine tightened his grip around Kurt's waist and buried his head in Kurt's neck. "I love you, too," he said, sighing happily. He started kissing Kurt's neck, first with quick closed mouth kisses which soon turned into more urgent open mouthed kisses when Kurt leaned his head back and groaned.

"Blaine," Kurt managed, reaching up to grab him by the back of the head and crashing their lips together. Immediately Blaine's tongue was exploring his mouth, and Kurt felt a shiver rock his whole body. He could feel Blaine's growing arousal against his thigh and he thrust his own hips forward slightly, which was apparently the right thing to do because Blaine moaned in his mouth.

"Couch," Blaine gasped, and started pushing Kurt back towards the couch, his hands feeling like they were everywhere on Kurt's back.

Kurt felt the back of his knees hit the edge of the couch and he sat down, pulling Blaine on top of him. He whimpered when Blaine nibbled on his bottom lip and couldn't help himself from thrusting his hips up to meet Blaine's. His right hand fell to Blaine's waist and he just barely moved the fabric of the sweatshirt out of the way, just to feel. His fingers felt like they were sizzling, touching Blaine's bare torso and oh, this new skin on skin contact was making him impossibly hard.

Blaine leaned back slightly and bit back a groan when the movement brushed their erections together. "Y-you can, if you want."

Kurt blinked, confused. He could hardly focus on anything and Blaine's darkened eyes were so damn sexy he was having a hard time seeing anything else. "What?"

Blaine leaned back into Kurt and placed a kiss just under his ear, which sent a shiver straight down to his cock. "You can take my sweatshirt off," he breathed, impossibly hot right into his ear.

"I-o-okay," Kurt gasped because Blaine had started biting his earlobe. He grabbed a fistful of Blaine's sweatshirt and tugged it upwards, and Blaine finished pulling it off, throwing it to the floor behind them.

Oh.

My.

God.

Kurt's heart literally felt like it had stopped. Blaine was gorgeous. He had to hold up his hand when Blaine started to lean forward again to stop him, just so he could keep staring because, holy hell, Blaine was…flawless. He slowly dragged a finger down Blaine's chest and bit his lip when he got to Blaine's abs, sighing when he felt Blaine's muscles clench underneath his touch. "God, Blaine—" he tried, his breath getting caught in his throat.

Blaine cupped Kurt's face with both hands and brought their lips together again. He pressed his hips against Kurt's and moaned at the contact. He dropped one hand to the buttons on Kurt's shirt. "Can I?" he asked against Kurt's lips.

Kurt nodded and ran his hands up and down Blaine's back while Blaine focused on unbuttoning his shirt. He could Blaine's muscles flexing under his hands and that was so…sexy. He tried pushing his hips up against Blaine but that just wasn't enough. After Blaine finished unbuttoning his shirt he helped pull it off his arms and then twisted so he could push Blaine down on the couch, covering Blaine's body with his own. They both sighed at the skin on skin contact, and Kurt was amazed at how good it felt, to feel Blaine's bare chest against his own.

"Mmm, Kurt," Blaine moaned, wrapped a leg around one of Kurt's and thrust his hips up. He buried one hand in Kurt's hair and started kissing him wildly, all teeth and tongue and want.

Kurt held himself up on one elbow, while the other hand squeezed Blaine's waist. He pressed his hips down again against Blaine and yeah that felt better, his cock tightly pressed against Blaine's. Even though there were a few layers of fabric between them, the friction felt amazing like let his fingers dip slightly under the waistband of Blaine's sweatpants to feel Blaine's hip and that made him want more. He pulled away from Blaine's mouth and started kissing down his jaw, leaving sloppy kisses along Blaine's jawline.

"Blaine, I-I want," he panted, fingers twitching at Blaine's hip. He kissed up to Blaine's ear and lightly sucked at the hollow space just below his earlobe, which made Blaine whimper. "Can I touch you, Blaine?" he asked softly, so softly he was almost afraid he didn't say it out loud.

Blaine gasped and swallowed, hard. "Y-yeah," he said, biting his lip and thrusting his hips up. "Yes, please."

Kurt had to squeeze his eyes shut to try to gain some control over himself because hearing Blaine come apart underneath him like that was going to make him lose it. In more ways than one. He buried his head in Blaine's neck and slowly inched his hand into Blaine's sweatpants. His palm brushed against the head of Blaine's cock over his boxers and he paused, breathing heavily. Ohmygod, he was touching his boyfriend's dick.

"Kurt," Blaine moaned softly, and grasped the couch cushion with one hand. "Kurt, you don't have to—"

Kurt nodded and slipped his hand under Blaine's boxers, wrapping his whole hand around Blaine's cock. He moved his hand experimentally, which made Blaine arch his back and swear. "Fuck, Kurt."

Okay, well, that was probably the hottest thing that he'd heard come from Blaine's mouth, ever. He tightened his grip slightly and started pumping slowly; mirroring what he usually did with himself, hoping that Blaine enjoyed it. His own cock was straining against his pants and he shifted slightly against Blaine's hip, trying to gain some kind of friction.

"Oh, god," Blaine moaned when Kurt brushed his thumb over the head of his cock and Kurt started kissing along his collarbone, nipping and biting. Kurt started twisting his wrist along with pumping his hand, feeling Blaine's breathing becoming more labored as time passed.

"Blaine," Kurt breathed, lifting his head and smashing his lips against Blaine's. He quickened his pace on Blaine's cock, and Blaine growled into his mouth, his hips thrusting up to match Kurt's hand.

Blaine broke away from the kiss and gasped, throwing his head back. "Fuck, Kurt, I'm—"

Kurt nodded and milked Blaine's cock through his orgasm, groaning as his own orgasm ripped through him from thrusting back against Blaine's hip. He pulled his hand out from Blaine's sweatpants and collapsed on Blaine's chest, breathing heavily.

"I-wow," Blaine breathed, chest heaving.

Kurt nodded against Blaine's neck. "I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too," Blaine responded, wrapping his arms around Kurt. "You know, I didn't plan on this."

Kurt laughed and pressed his lips against Blaine's neck. "You're the one who brought me over to your house, knowing we'd be alone."

"Yeah, well," Blaine smiled and shifted his legs slightly. "I uh, I think we should change, though. You can borrow some pants if you'd like."

Kurt groaned and shook his head. "What is my dad going to think if I come home wearing pants that aren't mine?"

Blaine reached up and pulled Kurt's head up by his chin. He smiled and brushed the hair off his forehead. "You can always stay the night, if you'd like."

Kurt knew he could talk his dad into that, pretty easily. Especially since he was getting soclose to a new stage of his ability. He nodded and kissed Blaine quickly. "Yeah, okay."

Kurt woke up with an unfamiliar weight across his chest. He rubbed his eyes and looked down, seeing Blaine's arm draped across his torso and smiled. Oh, yeah. They were at Blaine's house, in Blaine's bedroom, and they had slept in the same bed last night. They hadn't done anything in the bedroom other than sleep, but Kurt already loved sleeping next to Blaine.

His dad certainly wasn't going to find out about that. He had assured his dad that he was sleeping in a guest room, but a little lie wasn't going to hurt anyone. His dad probably didn't believe him, anyway. He turned his head and sighed, Blaine was beautiful while he slept.

Well, he was beautiful all the time. But, he was exceptionally beautiful as he lay there, sound asleep with his eyes closed, eyelashes draped across his cheeks. Kurt reached over and ran his fingers lightly through Blaine's curls, causing Blaine to stir.

"Morning," he said softly.

Blaine blinked rapidly and smiled when he saw Kurt. "Morning."

"Happy Wednesday," Kurt said, leaning in to kiss Blaine.

"Mmm," Blaine responded, trying to deepen the kiss. He shifted so he was half on top of Kurt and licked Kurt's bottom lip lightly.

Kurt laughed and pushed Blaine back a little. "I need to brush my teeth before you start doing that."

Blaine shook his head. "I don't care."

"Well, I do," Kurt said and pushed himself up to a sitting position. "Plus, we have got to get going, soon. I have a ton of prep work to do today. And we have practice this afternoon."

Blaine sighed and pushed back the covers. "Oh, I suppose. You're lucky I love you." He grinned and rolled out of bed. "Plus, if your Thanksgiving feast is half as amazing as you keep telling me it is, we better get going now. I can't wait for tomorrow!"

Kurt rolled his eyes and swung his legs around, letting his feet hit the floor. "I love you too, clearly. As if last night wasn't proof enough. And yes, my Thanksgiving feast is one of legends."

Blaine's eyes softened and he walked over Kurt, standing in front of him. He cupped Kurt's face in his hands and kissed him sweetly. "Last night was amazing, Kurt."

Kurt leaned into one of Blaine's hands and nodded. "Yes, it was. Now, c'mon. You being shirtless is very distracting. If I don't get home soon Finn may start trying to cook and that would be disastrous."