"What are you thinking about?" Kurt asked, curling closer to Blaine.

"You. Us," Blaine smiled and Kurt mirrored it. "Since we are alone," he continued, shifting, "I thought maybe we could talk."

"Is everything OK?" Kurt asked.

"Everything's fine," Blaine assured his boyfriend quickly before he could start worrying. "I wanted to talk about the pamphlets."

Kurt blushed but didn't move from Blaine's side. "I want to, too; I just didn't know how to bring it up."

"You know you can talk to me about anything," Blaine said, stroking Kurt's cheek.

"I know," he smiled. "I just didn't know if you were ready and I didn't want to pressure you or make you feel like I was."

"You're not," Blaine assured him quickly. "I'm ready. I love you, Kurt."

"I love you too," Kurt smiled and pressed his lips gently against his boyfriend's.

"Will you read the pamphlets with me?" Blaine asked, eyes hopeful. Kurt nodded and Blaine smiled softly. Kurt stood up and held out his hand to Blaine, who took it, linking their fingers together. They went to Blaine's room and made themselves comfortable on the bed. Blaine grabbed the pamphlets out of his draw and cuddled up close to his boyfriend.

He noticed the red blush on Kurt cheeks and pulled him into a reassuring kiss. "We can wait if you want," Blaine said, pulling back.

"No, I want to talk about it," Kurt smiled at him, laying his head on his boyfriend's shoulder and taking a deep breath. He took the pamphlet from Blaine's hands and spread it out across their laps.

"I want out first time to be special," Blaine said, pulling Kurt closer, "For both of us."

"What did you have in mind?" Kurt asked.

"Our anniversary," Blaine answered immediately. "It's the perfect time. We've been best friends since we were five, we've been dating nearly two years and I know it will the perfect time."

"I agree," Kurt smiled. "I want to do it then."

Blaine beamed and kissed Kurt gently and sweetly, though he pulled back before they could get carried away. They had things to discuss after all.

"We will need...supplies," Kurt blushed and Blaine shifted.

"Uh – I already have them," he admitted sheepishly. Kurt raised an eyebrow and Blaine blushed. "My dad gave them to me. He gave them pamphlets to read and after dinner he came up to my room and asked if I had any questions. He also gave me condoms and lube so that we were safe."

"I'm glad it was your dad and not mine," Kurt chuckled and Blaine joined in. They both looked over the pamphlets again, reading it together. "Blaine?" Kurt asked and Blaine looked over at him. "I want to bottom."

Kurt was blushing and Blaine stared, eyes wide. "You want – are you sure?" He asked. Kurt nodded. "It will hurt."

"I know but I also know that you will be nothing but gentle and loving," Kurt smiled adoringly at him. "I want to feel you."

Blaine swallowed thickly but nodded. He shoved the pamphlets off their laps and pulled Kurt into a searing kiss. It was hot and all teeth and tongue. Blaine dragged Kurt into his lap and kissed his deeply, hands dipping under his shirt and palming the muscles there. Kurt gasped and moaned, hands going to his boyfriend's curls and he clutched them tightly. Blaine moaned and clutched Kurt tighter. All too soon, the need for oxygen became too great and they ripped away, panting into each other's mouths, their chests heaving.

Blaine licked his lips and Kurt eyes widened slightly.

"I couldn't resist," Blaine said by way of explanation and Kurt let out a breathy laugh. He pressed his lips back to Blaine's softly and cupped his cheek.

"I think I can forgive you," Kurt teased and Blaine chuckled, rubbing his hands up and down Kurt's arms.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Blaine asked and Kurt smiled.

"Yes, Blaine. Are you?" He asked, looking at Blaine hopefully.

"More than ready," Blaine assured him. "I love you."

"I love you, too," Kurt smiled. "But before we do, I want us to go out for dinner and celebrate our anniversary."

"Sounds like you already have a plan," Blaine hummed and Kurt winked.

"I might," he drawled out. "I was thinking we could go to that Italian restaurant you love so much in Westerville."

"I do love that place," Blaine agreed.

"And then I don't know. Maybe we could go for a walk or something afterwards?" Kurt shrugged.

"That sounds perfect," Blaine beamed and kissed his boyfriend slowly again.

Kurt hummed into the kiss and pulled back. He toyed with the collar of Blaine's shirt and bit his lip.

"What is it?" Blaine asked, gently stroking Kurt's cheek.

"Where are we doing this?" He asked shyly.

"I thought about that," Blaine said, taking Kurt's hands. "I want it to be somewhere special. Either here or a nice hotel. What would you prefer?"

"How would we get a hotel?" Kurt asked. "They would know."

"They already know when they gave us the talk," Blaine pointed out. "They knew it was going to happen sooner or later."

"My place?" Kurt suggested. "I'm sure our parents could go out and Dad could stay here."

"We could have the place to ourselves," Blaine grinned.

"It's going to be so awkward," Kurt moaned, leaning his forehead against Blaine's. "Dad will know!"

Blaine chuckled. "We'll be OK. If you want I can talk to my dad and he could talk to Burt."

Kurt shook his head. "No, I need to tell my dad, otherwise he'll think that I can't talk to him and our relationship is really important to me."

"I know it is," Blaine said quietly, hugging Kurt.

"Our anniversary is in three weeks," he said. "Your birthday is next week and you can get your driver's licence."

"Then we won't have to rely on our parents to drive us around," Blaine grinned and Kurt grinned right back at him.

"You know, I'm really glad that we can talk," Kurt said, looking at Blaine fondly.

"Me too," he assured him. "I love that you can tell me anything."

"I love you," Kurt smiled, "So much."

Blaine pulled him into a gentle loving kiss. "I love you too, Kurt. Forever."

"Good," Kurt whispered. "As cheesy as this is, I don't want to ever let you go."

"You'll never have too," Blaine assured him.

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Later that day, when Kurt was at his own home making dinner for himself and his father, he brought up the subject of having the house to himself with Blaine. Burt was trying to help, being tasked the job of making the salad.

"Dad?" Kurt asked suddenly and Burt grunted to show that he was listening. "You know how Blaine and mine's anniversary is coming up?"

"Yeah," Burt said, his eyes never leaving the tomatoes he was dicing carefully.

"I was wondering," Kurt said slowly, blushing, "If we could have the house for the night."

The knife slipped and Burt jerked back, dropping it with surprise. Kurt looked up from the meat he was cutting with wide eyes. "You and Blaine. Alone?' But clarified and Kurt nodded, his cheeks a rosy red.

"Yes," he answered truthfully.

Burt was silent for a while, trying to process what his baby boy was saying. He wanted the house to himself with just Blaine. Burt had been a teenage boy once and he knew exactly why Kurt was asking. "Have you talked about this with Blaine?" Burt asked.

"Yes," Kurt nodded. "We spent the whole afternoon talking about it."

"Good," Burt grunted. "You'll be safe?"

"Yes, Dad," Kurt nodded, cheek burning red.

"That's all I ask," Burt told him. "You can have the house."

"Thank you, Dad," Kurt smiled and turned back to the meat, cheeks still burning red. Burt picked up the knife and went to the sink to wash it.

He could hardly believe his little boy was growing up. It felt like just yesterday Kurt was asking him to have tea parties with him out in the back yard and he was watching Kurt and Blaine playing with Lego and their toys together. He remembered finding the two small boys curled up next to each other on the floor, blanket over the both of them as they fell asleep during a movie that Elizabeth had put on for them.

But now his little boy was all grown up. Burt knew this day would come, but he always hoped he would have just a little while longer. He moved back to the tomatoes and continued cutting them. They were both silent as they continued to work on dinner.

"Dinner is ready," Kurt spoke up, plates all ready. Burt divided the salad and placed it on the plates.

The two of them went to the dining room table and ate, Kurt asking Burt about his day, his cheeks still a little pink.

Burt was happy to change the subject, not wanting to picture what Kurt and Blaine would get up to alone. They finished dinner and Kurt washed up while Burt sat in the living room, watching Deadliest Catch. When Kurt finished, he brought his laptop in and started on some homework that he hadn't gotten round to yet. Burt watched him for a moment and smiled. Yes, his little boy was growing up but he was becoming a man that Burt was so proud of.