He wasn’t afraid to admit it at all; the next day was the best and worst he had spent at McKinley yet. The morning rolled from sleepy smiles to hot coffee and raspberry pancakes.

Finn sat and devoured a pile Blaine hadn’t even thought possible, himself only eating a small one in comparison. Kurt didn’t eat anything.

“My stomach doesn’t do food in the morning” he’d said in way of explanation. He had however, seated himself at the table with them and chatted rather animatedly for a morning, according to Finn.

“…and once we get you fitted in nicely with the New Directions we could organise-“

“woah woah” Blaine swallowed hard around a mouthful of pancake and placed his fork down on an empty plate. “I said I would think about it. And I most definitely will not be doing anything today. So forget it” Kurt glared, resting his chin on his hand.

“Don’t think you’re getting out of this one”

“And what will you do if I decide not to try out?” he countered, mirroring Kurt’s position

“Oh I could think of quite a few things I could do. Or not do” he added, lowering his voice and raising an eyebrow. Finn cleared his throat, startling them both. Blaine had completely forgotten he was even there with the way Kurt had been gazing at him through long thick lashes. He blushed.

“We should probably get going. Don’t want to be late” Kurt nodded his agreement.

“I’m getting a lift in with Sam. I’ll see you guys at school” Finn remarked awkwardly. They made their way outside, pausing before parting to their respective cars, Blaine’s still halfway down the street.

“What are you going to do tonight?” Kurt asked softly. “I mean you can always come back here. My dad isn’t back for another few days but I’m sure he’d understand.”

“No, I don’t want to intrude. Besides, I should probably get some work done tonight” he kicked at the tarmac, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Have you talked to Cooper?” Kurt prompted

“Not since last night. Dad didn’t seem too happy about me being at Cooper’s so I’m only stoking the fire with that” he shrugged and turned slightly “I’ll see you at lunch okay?” Kurt had looked a little disappointed but nodded and they’d both made their way separately to school.

He managed to some how end up late to Chemistry, much to the annoyance of his lab partner.

“About time” Tina muttered, moving so he could get past her to his seat at their shared bench

“Sorry. Got held up”

“Kurt?” she asked simply. Blaine rolled his eyes and pointed to the front of the class where their teacher had just approached the board.

Twenty minutes later, heads buried in notes and a quiet buzz absorbing the room they thought it possible to talk. “Are you going to answer that question then or?”

“What question?” he kept his eyes on his work, tapping his foot rhythmically on the stool leg.

“Drop the act. I know you were at his last night. Finn texted Rachel who was skyping with Mercedes who told me this morning. Plus he didn’t pick up his phone when Rachel called last night.” Blaine scoffed. “So spill. Or I will break into your house and rid your bathroom of its supply of raspberry scented hair gel and you’ll be forced to live without it.” he rolled his eyes and turned to her

“There’s no story okay? I went to his to drop off a –shirt and it got late so I just stayed over.” he lied easily, going back to his notes which were now making a mess inside his head. He sighed and dropped his pen, running a hand along his hair.

“I don’t believe you”

“Just drop it okay, Tina?” she held up her hands in submission and turned back to her work but not before adding her final piece of advice.

“I’m not saying anything, but you guys need to sort yourselves out. I mean do you even know what you are to him?” Blaine stayed silent “I don’t know. Well, whatever just…don’t pass up the chance okay?” she fell quiet then, scribbling away.

Even if it wasn’t the most welcome bit of advice she could give him, it did get him thinking. What were he and Kurt to each other? They were dating, in the literal sense of the word, and they’d kissed but….that wasn’t everything in a relationship nowadays. What if they went out on Saturday and Kurt decided he didn’t like him after all? Should he get his hopes up? Blaine certainly felt as if he’d never want to let the boy go but even that seemed crazy to him and he was sure as hell Kurt didn’t feel the same way. Blaine was just messed up, he was going through stuff and he was making everything bigger than it had to be. Over thinking again. He didn’t really feel as strongly for Kurt as he’d thought right? That was stupid and irrational and way too soon. No, he was just making it up, blowing it out of proportion. He took a deep breath, calming himself just as the bell rang. Tina sent him a pointed look before exiting before him.

Blaine took his time packing his things, clutching a textbook to his chest as he stepped dreamily out of the room, still deep in thought. So deep in thought that he didn’t notice that someone was standing in front of him until a familiar voice pulled him out of his trance. He grinned.

“Kurt! What are you doing here?” Kurt was clutching his bag strap with both hands, head tilted to the side slightly.

“I wanted to walk you to class silly. You looked down this morning, thought you could use some cheering up! And whose company would do that best? Mine of course” he nudged Blaine’s shoulder and they began walking down the corridor side by side.

“Where are you now?” Blaine asked

“French”

“You’re always in French”

“Yeah well my timetable is messed up.” He shrugged “you?”

“English”

“Ouch”

“No it’s okay actually. I’ve read all the set texts and we’re a bit behind where I was at Dalton so I just sit and doodle”

“Anything major?”

“Nothing worth your attention, no” he smirked, picking up on Kurt’s desperate curiosity instantly.

“Oh come on! You’re amazing, and it’s so hard to find a fellow designer” Kurt whined

“I wouldn’t call myself a designer. It’s only a bit of fun”

“Say what you will Anderson, I will get my eyes on that sketch book eventually” they both paused outside Blaine’s classroom, which was currently still void of students or teachers. Blaine considered for a moment, jerking his head over to the side of the corridor.

“Kurt, I wanted to ask you something”

“Sounds serious” he joked. Blaine rolled his eyes.

“It kind of is” Kurt’s jaw slackened slightly. “I just…I’ve been wondering about us and-“

“Stop” Kurt interrupted, placing a hand on Blaine’s forearm.

“What?”

“Not now. We’re still on for coffee right?” Blaine nodded, confused “then. We’ll talk about it then okay?” he smiled and then looked around, noting that they weren’t gathering any attention. He smiled shyly again and leant forward to plant a light kiss to his cheek. Blaine blushed, ducking his head. “See you at lunch Mr Dapper Pants” he arched an eyebrow and then turned to continue off down the corridor. He turned at the corner and gave Blaine a short wave. Blaine was still grinning when he entered class five minutes later.

Lunch came around almost dreamily, pushing Blaine out of class and into the cafeteria while his mind was still buried In flowing landscaped and suppressed creativity. English did things to his brain. He reached their usual table before either Kurt or Elwy, nibbling away at a sandwich, miles away in thought. He jumped when Kurt dropped his bag down next to him and slid onto a chair.

“Oh. Hi”

“You are miles away today honestly. You okay?” he sounded only mildly teasing.

“Fine. English. Does things to me”

“Noted” Kurt said. He almost chocked on his food. Kurt laughed “I was kidding. Wow what’s with you today. You’re not with it at all” Blaine didn’t answer., ordering his thoughts into something recognisable from the mess Kurt had landed him in. “hey” he spoke up again, sounding a little more concerned “I was joking. I didn’t mean it” Blaine shook his head

“It’s fine. Just stuff.”

“You know you can tell me”

“I’m fine. It’ll be fine.”

“Promise?” Kurt asked all stern voice and raised eyebrows. Blaine sighed, trying a smile

“Promise”

“Okay. So, I was wondering about Saturday…” Blaine instantly perked up

“Oh?” he asked, trying to keep the excitement out of his voice

“Yeah. I was thinking we could…there’s a wood, it’s about a forty minute drive but its gorgeous there, especially at this time of year. It sounds lame but…” Blaine shook his head

“No. it sounds…perfect actually. I love trees. Ad I could really do with it right now” Kurt beamed, blushing slightly.

“Okay”

“Okay” they both turned back to their food, or in Kurt’s case a bottle of water and another apple. “Hey, are you going to eat anything else. You didn’t eat anything at breakfast” he narrowed his eyes as he watched Kurt swallow and smile. It wasn’t convincing.

“Just had home ec.” Was all he offered in explanation. Blaine opened his mouth to argue when Elwy came trundling over, dropping his tray and being an overall disruption. Blaine sighed and made a mental note to bring it up when they got coffee later.

“You’d think that learning one language was enough bloody hell” he tore into his lunch “I’m Welsh for crying out loud, when the fuck am I going to need to talk French seriously?” Kurt laughed

“You seemed to be doing alright in there”

“When I had you right next to me yeah, I’m screwed when it comes to finals”

“Oh shush you’ll be fine. I’ll even tutor you” Blaine had faded into the background a little, until the conversation turned to Glee.

“And when’s Blaine here joining us?” Elwy asked. Blaine cleared his throat.

“Don’t count on it being anytime soon” he supplied. Kurt sighed.

“Within the week if I have anything to do with it. He owes me.” Blaine turned judging eyes upon the boy sat next to him.

“Don’t turn the emotional blackmail on me. If I remember correctly it was you that let me stay”

“And you who drove to my house at 10pm”

“And you who insisted on frolicking in a park as said time!” they both fell silent for a moment before bursting out laughing simultaneously.

“frol..frolick..where do you even get this stuff?”

“Shut up!” he breathed between giggles, pushing Kurt sideways with his shoulder.

“Hey! Lovebirds! You done!?” they both looked to Elwy who was smiling faintly, snapping their mouths shut before turning back to their food. “Needless to say you two had fun last night.”

“Don’t even start” Kurt laughed. The table fell quiet for a time until they all began to fidget. Elwy sighed deeply.

“I don’t want to go to lesson this afternoon Kurt” he moaned, tipping his head back.

“Tough. Dad told me no skipping while he’s away”

“What, so you can skip when he’s home?” Blaine sputtered

“Well, no…yes. It’s complicated” he shrugged in reply to Blaine’s confused expression.

“I have gym” he said to a chorus of sympathetic oohs.

“I feel for you man” Elwy leant over and patted him on the arm. Blaine shrugged

“I’ll just run track the whole time. Nobody ever says anything.”

“Anyone willing to run tack for an hour has to be touched in the head” Kurt started

“Yeah well, maybe I am” he laughed humourlessly. Kurt’s eyes widened

“Wait, no, that’s not what I mean, Blaine I’m…” he trailed off at the twitch of Blaine’s lips and slapped his arm

“Jerk”

“Idiot”

“OKAY THEN” Elwy said loudly, pushing himself up and slinging his bag over his shoulder. “I’ll see you all later” he waved and left, leaving Kurt and Blaine smiling oddly at one another.

“You know you should really eat something”

“And you should really try out for Glee today”

“Don’t change the subject.”

“I’m not! I said I wasn’t hungry. Home ec” he looked away and began shuffling uselessly around his bag. Blaine sighed, considering pursuing the subject but deciding it wasn’t any of his business. Yet. “we should probably get going” Kurt murmured, not meeting Blaine’s eyes as he lifted his tray and made towards the trash, a half eaten apple lying dismally alone upon it.

“Kurt I-“ he called but the other boy simply waved and exited without him.

Blaine rubbed a hand across his face and wandered slowly out, moving towards the locker room. I’ll figure it out, he thought, I’ll figure Kurt Hummel out.

Everything had been going fine. Blaine had spent the afternoon jogging lightly around the track and was all set to head home when it happened.

He exited the locker room the same way he always did, walked the same route to his locker, but it wasn’t until he was halfway there that he noticed something was amiss. The corridor in front of him had fallen quiet, students whispering worriedly to each other. He brushed it off and walked a little further. And then a yell went up. He turned on the spot, responding to the obvious call of “hey new kid”. Two letterman jacket, cup wielding football players were marching up the hall towards him. He only just had time to narrow his eyes in confusion when an icy hell hit him like a tonne of bricks. He gasped, hands balling into fists at his sides as the liquid seeped deep into his shirt and sweater. His eyes stung, his face was on fire and all he could do was stand there, completely oblivious to the laughs and muttering surrounding him. He felt a sudden hand in his and someone was leading his away, telling him to keep calm, that they’d sort it out. He found himself in a bathroom with a towel pressed against his face. He took it gratefully, wiping his face before dabbing at his hair and collar. His companion was busy checking the stalls. She was just shorter than him, with short blonde hair and a sympathetic smile.

“We need to get you out of those. Can you get to the choir room? We have spare stuff in there for occasions like this.”

“Why did they do that?” he stuttered, shivering from the cold as the stranger picked up her bag with his own and directed him towards the door. “What did I do to-“

“Nothing, you did nothing. They’re just class A d-bags. We’ve all been the victim, don’t worry.” They walked as quickly as possible to the choir room, making sure their path was clear of any potential fun makers. Unfortunately for him, they didn’t find their destination empty. Finn was sat with his arm around Rachel’s waist and Sam was drawing glares from Santana where she stood, bitch face in full swing.

“What the hell?” Finn exclaimed as they entered. The room went quiet. The stranger left him at the entrance of the room for a second before returning with a clean sweater.

“You can use the office” she pointed to a room adjoined with the one they were in and Blaine turned to it gratefully, with a quiet thank you. He closed the door softly behind him, scrambling out of his soiled clothes and into the new ones.  He contemplated listening at the door for a second but decided against it and stepped out calmly, pushing down the emotion rising in his throat. He smiled weakly

“Thanks”

“Hey, who was it man?” Finn asked

“I don’t know I didn’t really get a good look to be honest” he shrugged. At that moment, Kurt came in, laughing lightly until he turned his head to see Blaine, ruffled, with a wet shirt balled up in his hand. His face dropped and he hurried over.

“What happened?”

“slushied” came the strangers voice “I dried him up and brought him back here. You’re welcome”

“Thank you Quinn” Kurt said before turning back and agonizing over Blaine “I’m so sorry. Seriously, I just…oh my god” he was running his hand up and down Blaine’s arms as if at a loss of what to do. Blaine smiled at his concern

“It’s fine. I just wasn’t expecting it” Kurt sighed and then wrapped his arms around Blaine’s neck

“I’m sorry.” He said again. Blaine smiled into Kurt’s neck, shaking his head as they pulled away “I’ll make it up to you on Saturday okay. And I’m shouting the coffee tonight.” Blaine rolled his eyes and let himself be pulled over to the raised chairs

“Kurt I should really…”

“No, you’re staying here with me and then we’re going for coffee. Now sit down and shut up” he was pushed down into a seat and figured it best to just keep quiet and blend into the background. He let Kurt explain why he was there when Mr Schuster entered and merely nodded when he asked if he was okay. And surprisingly…he was. Sam had turned in his seat and patted him on the knee and he’d received a warm smile from Tina’s direction before they got started. Kurt hadn’t been lying, they were just like a family…and maybe he could get used to it.

Kurt kept up a running commentary throughout, suggesting where Blaine’s vocals would fit perfectly, much to his chagrin. “Not today” he would insist, but it did no good.

Which was why, fifteen minutes before they were scheduled to leave, Blaine found himself being chanted to the middle of the room, asking if he wanted accompaniment or not. He looked to Kurt who was smiling softly and sighed in defeat. He whispered a song choice and received a grin from the band who began playing almost instantly. Blaine took a breath and tucked his fingers into his pockets before he began to sing.

Some stupid chick in the checkout line
Was paying for beer with nickels and dimes
And some old man who clipped coupons
Had argued whenever they wouldn't take one
All I wanted to was buy some cigarettes
But I couldn't take it anymore so I left

I hate everyone

The group was laughing genially along at his song choice and Kurt had this half smirk plastered across his voice. Mr Shue just looked bemused. He carried on, picking up movement as the atmosphere of the room warmed up

I hate every
I hate everyonAll the people on the street, I hate you all

And the people that I meet, I hate you all

And the people that I know, I hate you all

And the people that I don't, I hate you all

Oh, I hate you all

They’d all begun to dance along at this point so Blaine took the initiative and began moving around, making random arm gestures to go along with the lyrics and spinning on the spot. He fell into the bridge, moving to stand in front of a different person with each line

I bet youI bet you think I'm kidding
But I promise you its true
I hate most everybody
But most of all I hate
Oh, I hate yo

With the last line he indicated himself subtly, before picking up for the final chorus. He finished with a flourish, smiling loudly and stumbling out of position. The room erupted just as it had for Elwy except this time the mood was much more euphoric

“Well” MR Schue started “we’ve certainly picked up some talent this week, who’d have known” he clapped Blaine on the back “welcome to the New Directions Blaine” he nodded and made his way modestly to his seat and a smiling Kurt

“Well done.” He murmured, giving his hand a squeeze.

“Thanks” nothing much happened after that, the entire group sat around discussing ideas until four o clock came around and then they all went bustling around picking up bags and saying their goodbyes. Kurt and Blaine didn’t hang around, but left with a wave and moved towards the parking lot.

“I’m proud of you” Kurt said once they were out in the open air “I told you that it’d be fine”

“Yeah well, it’s just odd. The Warblers are so strict on auditions and stuff. You guys are really just like a family” Kurt snorted

“A very dysfunctional family, but yeah in essence. We’ve been through a lot together” he pulled his book closer to his chest. They parted then, turned towards their cars and making their separate way to the Lima Bean. Their conversation however, swerved away from everything Blaine had intended to bring up. With Kurt in such a genial mood, Blaine didn’t want to bring him down with a bump by prying into why he wasn’t eating. As to the worry eating at Blaine about where exactly they were in their relationship, he decided to push it to the back of his mind and wait until Saturday was at least behind them. It seemed there was a lot riding on that first date. What a cliché.

The rest of the week passed in a blur of coffee and Glee and a slight panic when he ran out of raspberry scented hair gel. Crisis was averted when his first lesson of the day was cancelled and he managed to rush to the mall to pick up more. Much to Kurt’s chagrin. As much as he assured Kurt it was an ease thing, the other boy accepted no excuse and always frowned at him grumpily when he refused to let his hair fall loose.

They reached the end of the week quicker than he had anticipated, having found it much easier to avoid his father now that Cooper was settled a little more into his apartment. He’d spent most of his nights on the phone with Kurt when things got rough but thankfully, he’d reached Friday without a single relapse in sight. It was refreshing.

He was walking Kurt out to his car that afternoon when talk turned to their looming date.

“Can you drive? My car has to go into the Garage. Just routine stuff” Blaine nodded, smiling.

“What time do you want picking up?” he asked, nerves beginning to creep up on him.

“Let’s say noon. Yeah, I can direct you” Kurt grinned and, looking around again, leant forwards and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. Blaine touched the spot lightly as Kurt walked off, hips swaying.

I have a date with Kurt Hummel tomorrow. Shit.

He arrived a little early to Kurt’s house, stepped out to chuck the bag Kurt had brought in the boot and open to door for him to climb in. Kurt accepted the gesture warmly and grinned when Blaine flourished his hand like an old school Disney prince. He was directed onto the highway and they fell into easy conversation as usual.

Blaine took the last corner slowly, pulling up haphazardly into the opening of a small dirt track. Internally he was sighing with relief at his choice of sturdy footwear. They both slipped out, Blaine grabbing their backpack from the boot. He looked around as Kurt sorted himself out and smiled a he felt himself being tugged towards the oath by the hand.

“It’s wide enough for the first bit but it gets a bit messy further on.” They moved on in silence, single file with Kurt in the lead. It wasn’t until they began to stumble a little on the undergrowth that they finally dropped each other’s hands out of necessity. Lucky too, because they both had to cover their eyes at the sudden blazing sunshine as they broke from the trees into an enclosed clearing, scattered with the last of summer’s flowers.

“Very…Twilight” Blaine commented, watching Kurt throw out the mat and collapse down flat on his back.

“You’re very Twilight. Now bring the food” Blaine stepped carefully over, ensuring he stepped on the smallest amount of flowers as possible. He dropped the bag softly and lowered himself down by Kurt’s feet. The other boy made grabby hands. Blaine ruffled around in the bag, brow furrowing

“Kurt, did you…did you bring anything but fruit?” Kurt pushed himself up and grabbed an apple from him

“No, there should be some pasties at the bottom somewhere” Blaine dug a bit deeper and located the source of crackling wrapping as he pulled out twin Cornish pasties

“I’ve ever tried one” Blaine said off handily. Kurt dropped the apple he had yet to bite into and stared open mouthed at him “what?”

“Alright Anderson, give that here” Blaine passed off the pasty and watched Kurt open it carefully, tearing off a chunk and handing it over. He took it cautiously, slightly wary of the expectant look on Kurt’s face “before you eat it, be warned, you are about to taste heaven. I practically lived on them in Wales a couple for years ago and they’re not even Welsh” Blaine considered the crumbling pastry and shrugged before taking a healthy bite. Kurt scrutinised his every movement as he chewed slowly. After he swallowed he paused for a second and then shrugged

“It’s alright” he teased. Kurt rolled his eyes and fell back to the ground, throwing Blaine’s pasty back at him. He pulled off another piece and continued to chew happily. “So, Wales?” he queried around a mouthful of food. Kurt pushed himself up into a sitting position, rolling the still as of yet uneaten apple between his hands.

“Yeah. I went over the summer after Elwy left. It’s a beautiful country. Lots of sheep”

“You’re erm, pretty close huh” he said casually, looking around again

“Not as close as we used to be but I guess so.” He sounded sad. “Why?”

“It’s just odd to me I guess. I’ve never really been that close with someone. Not even as a kid” he smiled sadly, picking at his fingernails.

“Hey” Kurt reached over and placed his hand on Blaine’s, making him look up to meet his reassuring gaze. God, those eyes. “Things are different now right?” he nodded “anyway, this is meant to be about us. Tell me something about you”

Blaine reddened, embarrassed to be put on the spot

“Oh erm…I don’t know…” Kurt laughed

“Let me help you out” he chewed his lip in thought and then his mouth widened into a blinding grin “favourite Musical” Blaine smiled in response

“Wicked. Easy. What about you?” Kurt frowned

“You stole my answer jerk, but you would make an excellent Fiyero” Blaine blushed again at the compliment “favourite colour?”

“Yellow”

“Purple”. Complimentary colours. What a coincident” Kurt added in mock surprise. “Okay you ask one”

“Erm, favourite…Bond?”

“Peirce Bronson”

“Oh no see I’m all about Sean Connery”

“Let me guess, you went through a Harrison Ford phase also”

“Nooooo…” Blaine said innocently. They both burst into laughter. Kurt pushed himself straighter, narrowing his eyes.

“Okay this one is important. McQueen or Ford?”

“Ford.” He said instantly. Kurt sighed in annoyance “what? I have a weakness for Blazers”

“I suppose you have to earn the name Mr Dapper Pants, and I have to admit I do have a bit of a soft spot for our friend Tom.” They chuckled lightly and then fell silent again. Blaine had polished off his pasty and crumpled the packet into one of the side pockets of the backpack. He let his head fall back to soak up the sun, knowing it was going to be one of the last chances he got to come out and actually warm himself like this. He was comfortable, and he was happy. Two things he hadn’t been for a long time. Not until Kurt.

“I love Autumn. It’s so beautiful” he breathed, smiling softly over at Kurt who was busy examining the flowers around them. He took the moment and really looked at Kurt. He took in the muted cheekbones and sharp jaw line, the way his hair curled at the top of its coif and how end-of-the-week stubble was beginning to show at the edge of his jaw.  He followed the line of his neck until it dipped beneath the open colour of his shirt, disappearing into the join between prominent collar bone and broad shoulder. For a seventeen year old, he was magnificently built. From what he could tell anyway.

Kurt looked back over at him and smiled shyly “do I have something on my face?” he asked, reaching up to touch his cheek. Blaine shook his head.

“No. you look fine. More than fine” Kurt ducked his head bashfully but Blaine continued to let his eyes roam across Kurt’s face as he went back to picking flowers.

Kurt was like peppermint toothpaste, whereas Blaine was musky cologne. Kurt was the freshness of a spring morning and Blaine was the humidity of a summer evening. They were complete opposites with everything in common, everything to lose and only each other to gain. It was terrifying, thrilling and a little more than enticing. It made Blaine want to jump in head first and yet pull back with all his strength. Depth wasn’t an issue, it was the falling that scared him, and he was falling hard. Where they were both going to land was yet to be decided by the fates.

“Do you believe in fate?” he asked suddenly, shocking himself. Did I just say that out loud? Kurt looked around, swiping a stray piece of hair from his forehead.

“Erm, that’s random.” Yeah I know “well as far as like, soul mates and stuff goes I guess so…but I think we have a big hand in how things go. Any particular reason why?”

“Just thinking” he waved a hand. Kurt smiled warmly and then held out a small bunch of flowers for Blaine. He grinned in return

“They’re pretty” he took them carefully

“So are you” Kurt spoke quietly, tilting his head to the side. Blaine huffed out a breath of air as yet another flush crept up his neck “they’re the same colour as your eyes. Well, almost. I’m pretty sure you’re eyes aren’t yellow but it’s like the mix of brown and green turns them like this golden colour so that’s why yeah, I’ll shut up” he trailed off, scratching the back of his neck. Blaine examined the flowers, smile growing on his face. On a whim, fuelled by the balloon of happiness inflating inside his chest, he leant forward on his hands (making sure to place the flowers aside carefully first) and pressed his lips Kurt’s in a sweet closed mouth kiss. Kurt smiled into it, laughing a little as he pulled back. Blaine leant forward again and pressed a kiss to his forehead and then another to his nose, then his chin, and then his cheek…

“Blaine!” Kurt laughed a little louder Blaine grinned wider and continued peppering his face with kisses until Kurt was pushing at his chest and clutching his sides with laughter. Blaine joined their lips again, pressing Kurt to lie down. He complied instantly. Things turned much less PG-13 after that.