Blaine pulled his boyfriend tighter. As long as Kurt could breathe – Blaine checked - then he wanted him as close as he could be to him at all times. Especially now.

Kurt pulled his face towards Blaine's neck and moved so he was lying next to Blaine with one leg thrown over his waist possessively. Kurt couldn't believe what had just happened. He felt like years had passed since that afternoon when he had kissed Blaine and felt his tongue invade his mouth.

It felt right. Kurt had always imagined that sex would be icky, or scary, and he had never truly understood what 'sexy' meant. People called celebrities or their crushes sexy, but Kurt hadn't really understood the sentiment behind it. He knew what he found attractive, but that was the extent of it. He'd never experienced lust before.

Blaine was like a drug. Kurt realised now, just how little thinking had gone into his decision to straddle Blaine and move his hips in that way. He hadn't even considered that he should be self conscious.

His cheeks turned red against Blaine's sandpaper-rough throat.

"Sorry," Kurt said quietly, "I got a bit carried away. I guess there's something to be said for those sexy lessons… fingertip touching will never be the same," Kurt grinned.

Blaine sat up, roughly, leaving Kurt to fall onto the pillow.

"It was too soon," he spoke into his knees, "I'm sorry Kurt, I never want you to think I'm pressuring you, or that I ever want something more. I shouldn't have made you feel like you had to do something you weren't comfortable with, baby. I'm so bad at this whole romance thing, I did warn you."

Kurt was shocked. Blaine thought he was the protagonist here? Did he fall asleep while Kurt climbed on top of him and started bouncing their cocks together?

"Errr, Blaine?" Kurt started, before noticing the sniffs coming from Blaine's knees where his head was rested.

Blaine was crying over this?

"Blaine, honey," Kurt said softly, moving to sit next to Blaine and pulling his face up gently, "I wanted that to happen," he whispered. "I wanted you so much that I couldn't even think about what else has happened to you today, or whether this was the right time for us. I feel embarrassed for forcing myself on you, today of all days. I'm sorry, honey," Kurt stroked his fingers gently over the bruise that had formed on Blaine's cheekbone. The bruises and cuts had just sort of faded away while they had been busy, but now Kurt couldn't see anything but them.

Every patch of broken or bruised skin on Blaine's body hurt Kurt like it was on his own. He just wanted to kiss Blaine all over; press a kiss to every ache on his body. Kurt shook his head as he tried to rid his head of this image. Twice in one night might be pushing it.

"You certainly didn't force yourself on me, Kurt," Blaine raised his head, and pressed his lips to Kurt's sweetly.

"Do you think I could use your shower?" he muttered, blushing as he indicated his jeans. Kurt giggled and gave him another swift peck. He loved Shy Blaine. He stuttered and went red, and even his ears turned beetroot and it was the most adorable thing in the world.

"Did you check what clothes you got? Pyjamas? I have some you can borrow if you need to, but they might be a bit long…" Kurt was anxious to breach the topic of the suitcase that had sat untouched in the middle of Kurt's room since he had lugged it upstairs.

Blaine shook his head and gave out a rattling sigh. He moved away from Kurt and towards the suitcase, unzipping it quickly.

On top of the piles of neatly folded clothes there was an envelope.

Blaine.

Blaine's throat hitched and Kurt scrambled off the bed to comfort him.

Blaine tossed the envelope aside and grabbed some pyjamas from the top of the suitcase.

"I'll go shower now," he made a sick attempt at a grin and hurried down the hall.

A week later the boys were transferring. Blaine had come up empty with his search for a more permanent home, and Burt and Carole had certainly twigged onto the fact that the boys were merely messing up the camp bed and sharing Kurt's double every night.

They hadn't done anything more than kiss since that first night, but it was clear that Burt wasn't entirely happy with their sleeping arrangements. He had pulled Kurt aside the night before and handed him a box of condoms. Kurt had shrieked and dropped them like they were burning hot. Burt had chuckled at this, hopeful that this was a sure sign that the boys hadn't reached that stage yet. Burt had also reminded Kurt that Blaine did have to leave, at least on paper. He would need to spend at least four nights a week at another residence for him to qualify for assistance at all.

Kurt suddenly couldn't wait to talk to Rachel Berry.