"No, but my dad doesn't really need to know that," Kurt smirked and maneuvered around Blaine to push the door shut. He raised his eyebrow when Blaine grabbed his wrist.

"Hey, you don't have to… censor yourself around me anymore, okay? I'll be okay. Yes, it'll take some getting used to but I have to see it to get used to it, right? Your dad mentioned that being at home is like your safe haven, I don't want to interfere with that." Blaine said simply and pulled Kurt's arm away from the door.

Kurt nodded and eased the door closed. He was impressed that Blaine's eyes didn't widen at all. It had taken Finn ages to not flip out over every little thing. Then again, it was Finn. "C'mon," he said, tugging Blaine towards the bed, "I'm sure you have questions, especially after what my family just put you through." Kurt crawled up on his bed, and pushed back the covers to they could easily fall asleep later. After sleeping in the same bed as Blaine for only one night, he felt himself slowly becoming addicted. He had missed it last night.

"Your family wasn't that bad, they're just protective of you, I can tell. And I have no problem keeping it a secret," Blaine said, situating himself next to Kurt on the bed. He leaned over and placed a light kiss on Kurt's jawline. "I love you, this doesn't change that."

Kurt sighed happily and leaned into Blaine. "If Finn can keep all of this a secret for as long as he has, anyone can." He yawned, his jaw cracking as he did so. "I think tonight wore me out." It had, in fact. He was positively exhausted already. Going from one end of the emotional spectrum to the other, and having Blaine finally, finally know was simply… draining. Emotionally and physically.

"Mmm," Blaine murmured, sliding down in the bed a bit. "Same here, we don't really have to go into it any more tonight, if you don't want to. You've been more than accepting enough with my secrets, why shouldn't I be the same way with yours?"

Kurt lifted his arm up and started playing with Blaine's loose curls. He smiled when Blaine shifted to get closer to him. "We should probably at least set up the air mattress, to make it look like you at least slept down there. Just in case my dad decides to pay us a visit tomorrow morning. Doubt he will, though. I think Carole is dragging him out shopping before the sun even comes out."

"Too comfy" Blaine murmured. "You do it, s'ok. Er," he paused and tilted his head to look up at Kurt, "you can do it, right?" Kurt smiled and nodded. Blaine closed his eyes and wrapped his arm around Kurt's chest. "So glad I don't bother with Black Friday shopping," he said into Kurt's chest.

Kurt was going to skip this year, he decided—he was far too frazzled and emotional to prepare himself for the seriousness that was involved in hardcore day after Thanksgiving shopping. He just continued to twist Blaine's hair around his fingers while he slowly took care of the air mattress, not wanting to shock Blaine with any sudden noises. He knew from experience – with Finn and Carole – that doing things slowly at first was always the best way to go. Admittedly, it felt amazing to be able to be…himself again in his own house, his own room –he felt like a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Being alone with Blaine in his room was always the most difficult time to hide it, because using his abilities there was just so natural. He was so thankful he didn't have to hide it anymore.

"Can we talk about one thing, though?" Blaine asked abruptly, after Kurt had finished setting up the mattress and had put the air pump back in its box.

Kurt's hand stilled in Blaine's hair, noticing how Blaine had suddenly become nervous. Well, this didn't sound good. "Uh, yeah. Anything."

Blaine pushed himself up and sat so he was facing Kurt on the bed. "So, can you uh, explain the mind reading thing? How come you can only read my mind? You don't," he paused and took a deep breath, "you don't have to like, tell me how you have all these… powers. Right now. I just. I don't think I'm too comfortable with knowing you can… hear what I'm thinking, I guess. Without me knowing it. I mean, it's my head."

Kurt watched a blush come over Blaine's cheeks and he had a fairly good idea why Blaine was blushing. There were quite a few thoughts that he had that wouldn't ever want anyone knowing about. Guess he should be happy that what he had caught of Blaine's were pretty tame—and about him. He reached up and brushed a thumb along Blaine's lower lip.

"Blaine, I wouldn't have even known about this ability yet had I not met you," he said softly. "Every ability I have, I inherit from my mother. If you really want to understand, I'll explain. I just think you should read something first. And don't let it freak you out." He opened his desk drawer across the room and pulled out the envelope he knew was sitting right on top, and guided it to Blaine's hands. "This should give you a little bit of understanding as to why it's you, Blaine."

"I don't think anything at this point could really freak me out," Blaine said quietly, eyes focused on the envelope in his hands.

Kurt watched Blaine slowly open the envelope and bit his lip with anxiousness. This could go two ways. Blaine could freak out, much like he had when he first read the letter. Or, Blaine could be totally okay with it. Because they knew they were in love. Now. He watched Blaine's eyes slowly read over the words and then Blaine's eyes lifted to meet his own after he finished, shining with love. That much was pretty obvious to Kurt.

"Kurt," Blaine breathed. He placed the letter back in the envelope carefully and set it aside. "You—I, me? I mean, wow."

Kurt smiled and shifted closer to Blaine so he could lift his legs up over Blaine's and wrap them around his waist. "Now you see why it's you?"

Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt and tugged on him, so Kurt was fully sitting in his lap. "That's kind of amazing. When did you—wait, okay. So that time here, that wasn't really a migraine, was it? Oh god, that was because of me?" He leaned his head up and kissed Kurt's forehead. "I wasn't thinking anything awful, was I?"

"No, that was actually the first time it happened," Kurt shook his head and started slowly kissing Blaine's neck. "You actually were wondering if I thought you were a good kisser," he smirked a little bit and nipped at Blaine's collarbone he had just exposed by tugging down his shirt. "Which, by the way, you are."

Blaine groaned softly and let his head fall to the side. "You're going to get yourself in trouble if you keep that up," he said, his chest starting to heave slightly. "I'm trying to have a serious conversation here."

"Sorry," Kurt said, leaning back and grinning. "No, in all seriousness. I can do this now, because of you. I'm super close to being able to do it without touch so…with your permission now, of course. I still need to work on controlling it."

Blaine reached up and brushed his fingers across Kurt's forehead. "It doesn't you anymore now, does it? Cause I really don't like the idea of you purposefully causing yourself pain."

"No," Kurt said, shaking his head. "It doesn't hurt anymore." He smiled and leaned in to kiss Blaine, slowly sliding their lips together before pulling back. "You're being rather…accepting, of what my mom's letter said."

"Well," Blaine started, and grabbed one of Kurt's hands so he could interlink their fingers, "I already know I love you. And I'm pretty sure you love me. I know this is pretty new, and we're young, but obviously what we have runs deeper than some fleeting high school thing."

Kurt felt his heartstrings being tugged and he just sighed, resting his head on Blaine's shoulder. "Blaine Anderson, how are you so amazing?"

Because, really. Where did Blaine Anderson come from? How on earth did he manage to find the most amazing guy to be his first boyfriend – and his first love all rolled up into one gorgeous package. And, Blaine was being calm and collected about his abilities? How was this boy even real? How did he manage to have all these…these—feelings about someone when they hadn't even been together for two months? And why, dammit, why was he getting emotional again? This was so embarrassing.

"Hey," Blaine said softly, leaning back so he could cup Kurt's face in his hands. A concerned look had fallen over his face immediately after realizing Kurt had begun crying again. "Baby, what's wrong?"

Kurt died a little inside at the endearment that slipped from Blaine's lips. He never thought he'd be one for pet names, but having Blaine call him baby? Okay, he already loved it. "I'm just completely and overwhelmingly amazed by you," he whispered.

"Kurt," Blaine started and dropped one hand to Kurt's, lifting it up so he could press Kurt's hand against his chest. "Here, do it. Read my mind now."

Kurt felt the connection as soon as his hand touched the area over Blaine's heart and he bit his lip to try to stop more tears from coming.

Kurt, I love you. I don't know what the future holds for us, being only sixteen… but I just know you're special. You know how I know? Because I can feel it. I feel it every time I'm with you. There's something more to us, and now I know why. It's this connection.

"Blaine," Kurt whispered, pulling his hand away. He felt the connection break instantly.

Blaine shook his head. "No, keep going."

Kurt lifted his hand and decided against it. He knew he was close. So close. If maybe… if maybe he just focused more. On that feeling. He closed his eyes and put everything he had into starting the connection. His eyes flew open immediately when he felt it—

…you and I, we'll be young for—oh! Oh, Kurt. Your eyes. Hi. You should be looking at yourself in the mirror right now, wait—WAIT, you're not touching me. Did you-?

Kurt smiled and nodded. "Hi, Blaine."

Blaine opened his mouth like he was going to speak, but immediately closed it. He grinned and ran a finger down Kurt's jawline.

This is amazing, Kurt. You really should see your eyes, though. It's phenomenal the change in colors.

Kurt closed the connection and just looked at Blaine. He never felt so close to him as he did in that moment.

"I feel like we just shared something incredibly personal," Blaine said softly. "Your eyes switched back, which means you're out of my head right now."

Kurt nodded and still couldn't form any words. He didn't care about his eyes changing colors, or what they looked like when it happened, he just cared about Blaine. Apparently Blaine knew exactly what he was feeling, too, because he wrapped his arms around Kurt's shoulders and pulled him in for a kiss.

And, oh, Kurt wasn't lying earlier when he told Blaine he was a good kisser. Because he was. He shifted slightly in Blaine's lap and brought one hand up to tangle in Blaine's hair. When Blaine parted his lips and tilted his head to deepen the kiss, Kurt groaned from somewhere in the back of his throat.

"My dad and Carole," he mumbled against Blaine's lips.

"Went to bed over an hour ago and are on the total opposite end of the hallway," Blaine responded, and went back to kissing Kurt, this time introducing his tongue to Kurt's mouth, which Kurt gladly accepted and let thoroughly explore his mouth.

Did Kurt mention Blaine had a talented tongue?

Well, he did.

Kurt couldn't help but think how talented that tongue could be in other areas.

Oh.

He pulled back abruptly, earning a very confused look from his boyfriend. "Remind me again why we aren't staying the night at your house…your empty house—which will be empty for three more days still until your parents get back from New York?"

Blaine smirked and started peppering kisses along Kurt's jawline. "My, my, love. You're the one who wanted me to stay here tonight. So I wouldn't be alone on Thanksgiving."

"Yeah well," Kurt sighed, leaning his head to the side to give Blaine proper access to his neck. "Maybe I'm rethinking that idea now."

"Finn should be asleep too, yeah?"

Kurt glanced at the time and shrugged. "Maybe. Even if he's not, he knows better than to barge in. I just," he whimpered as Blaine bit down lightly on his earlobe, "I need to feel close to you right now, Blaine."

"I know," Blaine agreed. "I feel it, too. Tonight has been," he paused, and pulled back from Kurt, and looked as if he was struggling to find the right words to say.

"Emotional? Crazy? Insane?" Kurt helped, reaching up and tangling his other hand in Blaine's hair. He really, really loved Blaine's curls and did this whenever he could outside of school when Blaine didn't load his head up with massive amounts of product.

Blaine let out a puff of air and nodded. "Can we lay down? You're kinda putting my legs to sleep."

"Oh," Kurt laughed and looked down; he had almost forgotten Blaine was cross-legged underneath him. "Yeah, of course." He moved off Blaine and suddenly realized they were both still in their regular clothes. "We should probably get changed before we lay down, though."

"Mmm, yeah. You're probably right," Blaine said, and moved to roll off the bed. He went over and grabbed his bag, already walking to the bathroom.

Kurt felt a blush rising in his cheeks already when he reached out and grabbed Blaine's arm. He didn't answer Blaine's questioning look, just grabbed Blaine's bag from his hand and dropped it to the floor. Where was this coming from? He had no idea—he just knew he needed this. Not that he was planning on leading it anywhere—even though his thoughts just a few moments ago very well could've proven him otherwise –he just really wanted to be close to Blaine. And this felt right. It felt intimate.

He slowly unbuttoned Blaine's cardigan, his eyes never leaving Blaine's –who seemed to slowly begin to understand what was going on. After pushing it off Blaine's shoulders, Kurt sent the cardigan to hang over his desk chair. He reached up to unbutton Blaine's shirt and licked his lips, his heart rate slowly speeding up at what he knew was coming. He glanced down to Blaine's hands, which were twitching like he didn't know what to do.

"Kurt," Blaine said, swallowing hard. "Kurt," he started again, "if you keep going where I think you're going, I don't know if I'll be able to control myself."

Kurt's eyes snapped back up to meet Blaine's and he felt a shiver rock down his spine at the look Blaine was giving him. Blaine's eyes were on their way to being completely lust-blown and Kurt felt his knees wobble a little. He finished unbuttoning Blaine's shirt and sent it to rest on top of the cardigan.

Maybe it was everything that had happened over the course of the past few hours. Maybe it was this intense connection that they were both feeling, especially tonight. Maybe it was the fact that Blaine looked absolutely amazing just standing there in his slacks and incredibly tight undershirt.

Okay, well. Maybe that last one had a lot to do with it.

But Kurt's mouth was open before he could even think about it. "Undress me, Blaine."