Blaine had overcome the flu and was back to his usual puppy like self and Kurt had finally gotten the cast taken off his arm. The Warblers had welcomed him back enthusiastically and Kurt was happy to be able to kiss his boyfriend again. The Warblers had also celebrated that Kurt had gotten his cast off – it was still unknown to the boys how he had broken it, though they didn't dwell on that too much – and had brought a cake in. The week went quickly and soon enough, the weekend was theirs. Blaine had a lot to catch up on in the classes he missed and Kurt needed to work in the garage to earn some money – the designer labels he kept weren't cheap.

So the boys found themselves on a Saturday morning in Hummel's Tire and Lube. Blaine was working on his history homework while Kurt was replacing the tires on an elderly woman's car that had been brought in. Blaine glanced up from the history book he had been reading and swallowed thickly as he watched Kurt tighten the nuts on the wheel with a wrench – arm muscles tensing with each rotation of the tool.

Blaine was in trouble. Nobody – apart from Blaine, his family and Burt – was allowed to see Kurt so dirty and unfashionable. Kurt could certainly pull off the overalls – having put his own fashionable spin on his overalls – and damn if Blaine didn't find it sexy as hell. He had always admired Kurt for being able to fix cars; his father had been teaching Kurt since he was old enough to walk, before Blaine had even met him.

As they grew older, Blaine had started to admire certain…parts of Kurt as he worked but before now, he would immediately blush and push those thoughts away. Kurt was his best friend and he shouldn't have been thinking of him like that. But now that Kurt was his boyfriend – and still his best friend, of course, – he could look and those decidedly un-dapper thoughts crept their way back into his mind and they proved hard to get rid of.

"I can feel you staring at me," Kurt said, breaking Blaine's train of thought. He looked up at Kurt's face and saw a small smirk on his lips, even though he wasn't looking directly at Blaine.

"You're distracting me," Blaine huffed. "Here I was learning about the French revolution and then you had to be all –" Blaine waved a hand up and down Kurt's body, who glanced over his shoulder looking thoroughly amused, "and distract me."

"Me changing a tire is distracting?" Kurt echoed, amusement dancing in his eyes.

"It's sexy," Blaine said bluntly and Kurt froze, the wrench slipping from his fingers and landing on the ground with a ringing clatter that echoed around the garage. Blaine blushed and rubbed the back of his neck, smiling sheepishly at Kurt.

"You – you think this is sexy?" Kurt asked, eyes wide. He knew he didn't look handsome like Blaine. He was pale with porcelain skin and was all angles while Blaine was the very definition of sexy.

"Of course I do," Blaine smiled at Kurt in disbelief. "I've been staring at your arms for the past half an hour."

"My arms?" Kurt stuttered, looking down at them and then back to Blaine, eyes wide.

"Yeah," Blaine nodded. "You're just – you're sexy, Kurt."

Kurt's mouth opened and closed a few times, hardly daring to believe that Blaine found him sexy. "Oh," he breathed, eyes widening even further. "Dad?"

"Yeah," Burt called out from the car he was working on and Blaine gave Kurt a confused look, slightly bewildered by the fact that they'd had a conversation about being sexy and Kurt thought it appropriate to involve his father.

"I'm finished on Mrs. Lisbon's car," Kurt replied. "Do you need anything else?"

"Nah, it's pretty slow," Burt yelled back. "You and Blaine can head home if you like. Just finish up with Mrs. Lisbon and you can go."

"Pack your things and be ready to go," Kurt said quickly to Blaine, picking up the wrench he dropped and shoving it back in the tool box.

"Uh – yeah, OK," Blaine nodded, confused but excited by Kurt's sudden change in behaviour. He quickly shut his history book and shoved it into his bag.

Kurt lowered the car down and hurried to find the old lady so that she could pay and they could get out of the garage. When he was done Blaine was waiting for him, bag slung over his shoulder. Kurt grabbed Blaine's sleeve – having quickly changed out of his overalls – and pulled Blaine along with him. The garage wasn't far to walk home from but Burt didn't usually like them wandering around Lima.

"Whoa, what's going on?" Blaine asked as he jogged to keep up with Kurt's long strides.

"Sorry," Kurt said, slowing down and Blaine slowed his pace also.

"What's going through your head?" Blaine asked as they walked.

"You think I'm sexy," Kurt stated, refusing to meet Blaine's eyes.

"Of course I do," Blaine smiled.

"I think you're sexy too," Kurt blushed, looking at Blaine shyly, who grinned at his boyfriend. "I was thinking," Kurt continued, "that the house was empty and maybe we could go a little further."

"I – yeah," Blaine nodded dumbly.

"Only if you want to and are ready," Kurt added, biting his lip.

"Oh, I'm ready," Blaine assured him. "Come on."

He grabbed Kurt's hand and started jogging, tugging Kurt along with him. He beamed as he heard Kurt giggle and they reached the house quickly.

"My room," Kurt smiled and tugged Blaine down to the basement. Blaine beamed and Kurt shut the door so only a little was left open, this way they would be able to hear if Burt came home early.

They looked at each other and Blaine chuckled, both of them suddenly coming over shy. "Come here," Blaine murmured and pulled Kurt close, wrapping his arms around his waist. Kurt looped his hand around Blaine's neck and nuzzled his nose against his. Blaine captured Kurt's lips with his and gently deepened the kiss. Kurt eagerly slid his tongue against Blaine's – never would he tire of having Blaine's tongue down his throat – and Kurt threaded his fingers into his boyfriend's gel-free curls.

This was familiar to them and Blaine gently rubbed his hands up and down Kurt's side. Kurt suddenly slid his arms away from Blaine's neck and placed his hands on Blaine's chest. Slowly, he slid them down until his hand rested on Blaine's hips, toying the hem of his shirt. Kurt pulled away, panting softly against Blaine's lips.

"Can I?" he asked, opening his eyes and looking directly into Blaine's hazel orbs.

"Yes," Blaine nodded and Kurt smiled. He dipped a hand under Blaine's shirt and trailed his hands over his stomach, feeling the outline of the muscles under his palms.

Blaine breathed heavily as Kurt's hands explored under his shirt. "You can take it off," Blaine swallowed and Kurt kissed him again. He slowly lifted Blaine's shirt up and they only pulled apart to get it over Blaine's head. Kurt's eyes trailed over Blaine's bare chest and he swallowed. It wasn't the first time he had seen Blaine with his shirt off, but this was different.

"You're so..." Kurt trailed off, unable to find words, fingers lightly dancing over Blaine chest.

"Can I?" Blaine asked, fiddling with Kurt's button down. Kurt nodded and blushed as Blaine started un-buttoning his shirt. Blaine dipped his head and began sucking a hickey on to Kurt's collar bone. Kurt's breath hitched and his fingers dug into Blaine's arms. The last button came undone and Blaine gently pushed the shirt open and off Kurt's shoulders.

Kurt blushed and avoided Blaine's eyes. When Kurt's shirt was off, Blaine put a finger under his chin and lifted Kurt's face to his.

"You're beautiful," Blaine murmured sweetly and kissed Kurt again.

Kurt stepped back, Blaine following him, until he hit the bed. Slowly he sunk down onto the mattress, Blaine hovering over him. They moved up the bed until they were both comfortably on and then their hands began to roaming. Blaine pulled Kurt close and ran his hands up and down his boyfriend's back, the other boy's hands trapped against Blaine's chest, rubbing small circles, gently brushing over Blaine's nipples, causing him to gasp into Kurt's mouth.

"You're so soft," Blaine breathed against Kurt's lips, one hand going to Kurt's hair, the other still running the length of his back.

Kurt moaned against Blaine's lips and pressed himself closer, shivering at the feeling of skin on skin. He ran his hand up Blaine's chest and into his curls, angling his head and kissing Blaine deeper. Blaine moved his hands from Kurt's back and to his arms, gently squeezing and feeling the muscles.

Kurt pulled away, panting softly, licking his lips. Blaine groaned and kissed Kurt again, earning a delicious sound from his boyfriend. They pulled away and stared at each other, smiling softly and breathing heavily.

"Wow," Kurt breathed, fingers untangling from Blaine's curls and trailing down to his collar bone, tapping it lightly.

"We should – uh – cool down," Blaine murmured and Kurt nodded, sitting up. Blaine leaned up in his elbow and reached out to run a finger down Kurt's spine. Kurt smiled at him over his shoulder. "You really are so beautiful," Blaine said, sitting up and kissing his boyfriend's bare shoulder. Kurt tipped his head back to lean against the shorter boy.

"You are too," Kurt whispered, pressing a kiss to the underside of Blaine's jaw. Blaine's hands snaked around Kurt's stomach and he rubbed his hands up and down, loving the feel of his soft skin, a thumb brushing over Kurt's pebbled nipples.

"Blaine," Kurt gasped, shivering with delight against Blaine. "We need to stop."

"Sorry," Blaine said, immediately pulling away. "I just – you feel so amazing."

"It's OK," Kurt smiled, slipping his shirt back on. He turned and trailed his eyes over Blaine's chest. "Here," he handed Blaine his shirt and he tugged it on.

Kurt cupped Blaine cheek and brought their lips together in another sweet kiss before pulling away and buttoning up his shirt.

"You're ok?" Blaine asked and Kurt chuckled.

"I'm fine, Blaine," he smiled. "I liked it. A lot."

"I'm sorry if I pushed too much," Blaine started to ramble but Kurt cut him off.

"You didn't," Kurt assured him, kissing him gently.

"Good," Blaine breathed and kissed Kurt again, deepening it. He would never tire of kissing his boyfriend.

Kurt sighed against his lips, losing himself in Blaine's touch. They eventually pulled away, breathing heavily.

"I'll stop now," Blaine murmured, pecking Kurt on the lips once again.

"Hmm, sure you will," Kurt chuckled, pulling away and sliding off the bed and onto his feet. "I'm going to grab a drink. Want one?"

"Yes please," Blaine smiled. Kurt beamed at him and hurried up the stairs to the kitchen.

Blaine grinned and flopped backwards on the bed, still able to feel where Kurt's fingers had trailed over his chest and back. Blaine couldn't believe how lucky he was to have Kurt and vowed that he would never let Kurt go – not that he could – and resolved to make him as happy as Kurt made him.