They got home after one in the morning. Both of their parents had gone to bed, but Blaine knew he would hear about this in the morning. Burt and Allison each sent Blaine several text messages over the course of the night, reminding their oldest son that he and Kurt should be in at a decent hour. To be fair, they probably wouldve gotten home at a decent hour if it wasnt for Blaine giving into Brittany and Santanas constant begging for them to stop at Breadstix, and then him having to drop all of them off at their homes. The good thing was Ethan had sobered up a bit during the ride, but it wasnt fun watching him hang all over Kurt in the backseat or seeing the way his stepbrother would laugh when Ethan attempted to place kisses along his neck. Not that any of that mattered, of course.

So what they had a bit of fun together with a stranger at the party? Blaine kept telling himself that it didnt mean anything. Even Kurt had said so afterwards; they werent going to make a big deal of what they did. It was fun, it was hot, and even though Blaine knew he reached his peak more because of the sounds Kurt were making and the way he kept saying his name as opposed to the way the Raymond kid had been blowing him, that didnt really mean anything. It was just bro time.

When they got out of the car a bit before 1:30 am, Kurt pulled his keys out and went to open the door first. Blaine tiredly followed, wondering if he would be able to stay awake for this Scooby Doo marathon. They hadnt done a cartoon marathon since the summer break before he left for Connecticut. Once they were in the comfort of the Andermel residence, Kurt turned to face his stepbrother with a smile, slowly pulling off his jacket. "Thanks for taking me there tonight. I had a really good time," he said.

Blaine smiled and shrugged out of his vest and sweater. "It wasnt like you were going to let me say no anyway, now were you?"

Kurt hung up the jacket and took Blaines vest, steadily smiling at his brother. "Youre right. Im the youngest. Im accustomed to getting my way. Youre used to it by now."

Blaine smirked at that. He wouldve had a cheeky reply of his own and it wouldve been really witty. The problem was Blaine couldnt think straight when Kurt leant in close; the boys soft lips brushing against his earlobe. He couldnt think—hell, he couldnt even move. All he could do was focus on the familiar smell of Kurts cologne and listen to the angelic voice as he spoke in a teasing tone. Blaine closed his eyes.

"I owe you one," was what Kurt said.

Neither of them moved after Kurt was done speaking. Blaine didnt know where to go – he was practically trapped against the door and Kurt was still there. At this point, he could tell his stepbrother was smiling against his ear. Kurt wore the same smile as he pulled away a bit, kissing Blaine softly on the cheek and then hanging the Yale students vest next to his things on the coatrack. Blaine opened his eyes and let out a shaky breath just in time to see the high school senior casually walking towards the steps.

"I need a shower," he told Blaine. "We can meet in my room for the Scooby marathon. My dad decided that we were going to switch to satellite to save money so all of the channels are different. Its 95 now." He turned around and looked at his stepbrother who stood there frozen in the same spot hed been in since they entered the home. "You can make the hot chocolate this time."

Blaine nodded at him, and his stepbrother sent him a smile before walking the rest of the way up the stairs. Once the sound of his footsteps disappeared, Blaine closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the front door. It hurt a little as indicated by the loud thud that sounded as a result but he was too out of his element to even care right now. All that Blaine wanted was to stay right in this spot until the hot, tickling feeling of his stepbrothers oh so pretty lips faded away from his earlobe, and his heart rate regained some normalcy.

It took longer than he expected. The house was so quiet that Blaine could hear when Kurt turned the shower on upstairs. Hed been in that particular spot for that long, simply trying to calm down.

Kurt Hummel really was an asshole. Blaine never used to think that, but then again he had done a damn good job of keeping his feelings for Kurt far from the surface of his super suave exterior. These feelings were dangerous. They were feelings that were a combination of:

Wow, I think you are an incredibly beautiful, smart, funny, and sophisticated human being. I love your sense of style and the way you see the world – your perspective of life in and of itself may be a bit jaded at times and there are moments where I think your naivety could be your downfall, but the amount of strength and perseverance you possess speaks volumes of how far Kurt Hummel can go.

– and:

Fuck everything and everyone else I just want to make love to you in every single room in this house twice while you tell me its mine and threaten my life if I stop.

There wasnt much of an in between. The problem was with Kurt having an idea of where Blaines headspace was at this point in time— at least when it came to the physical of it all— things had gotten to be so much worse. Blaine didnt know how much reserve he had and that posed all sorts of conflicts, many of which had to do with their family.

The man opened his eyes and took a deep breath. Now would be a good time to walk away from this spot. Standing there for 10 minutes was a bit much. He dragged both hands down his face as he walked to the kitchen, leaning against the counter and inhaling sharply. Nice deep breaths, and think about something else.

"I owe you one."

A lot of good that did. He could still hear Kurts voice ringing in his ear as clearly as the boy had said it.

Kurt could be such an asshole sometime. Blaine wasnt sure if it was his own fault, really. Was he the one giving the simple phrase a double connotation, or had Kurt actually meant it in more ways than one? Based on his stepbrothers behavior since the whole incident where he sat in Blaines lap earlier that day, the college sophomore knew for sure that Kurt was playing him like a fiddle. That was a dangerous thing to do in their situation because Blaine seriously wanted the younger man to make good on his debt and repay him.

Fuck.

"Stop it, Blaine." The Yale student sighed and walked to the fridge, chastising himself for his thoughts. There was no way it was a good idea for them to continue on with their behavior from earlier at the party. It was bad enough they did that much. As he shook his head of his thoughts, he tried to think of anything else but what had been plaguing his mind for so long.

"Just make the hot chocolate and relax," he told himself in his calm and collected, typical Blaine Anderson voice.

…

Thankfully when Kurt came into his bedroom after his shower, he was dressed in a plain blue t-shirt and those silk pajama bottoms he loved to wear. Blaine was semi-scared that the kid would come into the room with no shirt on or maybe in just his underwear (honestly could you blame him? Kurt had been picking on him pretty much all day. It wasnt simply wishful thinking if thats what you think) but thankfully that wasnt the case.

Kurt smiled when he saw Blaine sitting on the edge of his bed. It was crazy how Blaine could look fantastic even in his sleeping clothes. A Yale tank top shirt and rugged blue sweat pants should not have been an outfit that made someone look as good as Blaine did but it probably had more to do with the way his muscles were on display. Someone had been hitting the gym. Kurt was distracted from his thoughts when he noticed a remote controller in his stepbrothers hands. Blaine smiled when he could sense the confused look he was getting.

"Uh… why are you holding an XBOX controller when were supposed to be having our Scooby Doo marathon?"

Blaine pressed the pause button on his video game before looking at Kurt. The teen walked over and sat down next to him, close enough to smell the vanilla scented body wash he used. "Well I didnt want to start without you. I had to busy myself somehow, brat."

Kurt smiled at him and cooed. "Thats so sweet. Now please turn this nonsense off."

Blaine chuckled as Kurt plopped down on the bed and started to get his facial creams together. He pressed the play button and continued to shoot Zombies as Kurt started his skin care regimen. "By the time you finish all of that, Ill be done with this level."

"This isnt going to take long."

"Sure it isnt."

"Wheres our hot chocolate anyway?"

Blaines tongue played at the corner of his lips as he tapped the Y button repeatedly. "Its in the canister on the desk over here. Want some?"

Kurt started to rub the scream into his skin as he looked at his reflection. "Ill get it in a minute. You stay focused on saving the world from the walking dead."

Blaine smiled and chewed on his bottom lip. "How was the shower?"

"Hot. Lonely." Kurt smirked at the scoff he heard from his stepbrother. "I was in definite need of company. Im still mad at my father for throwing away my rubber ducky and its been 6 years. Ill resent him for it even when Im on my deathbed."

"Rubber ducky," Blaine echoed with a smile. He advanced to the next level, but didnt say anything to Kurt. Kurt would make him turn the game off. "You shouldve invited the lightweight to join you. After all, he finally did sober up after his … what was it? Two drinks?"

Kurt wiped his hands on his face cloth. "Im starting to think you wanna bang Ethan. I swear your fascination with the guy is worrisome."

"What was it you said yesterday night after dinner?" Blaine asked. He mimicked Kurts high voice, earning a laugh. "Ethan is 8ft tall and built of gargantuan muscles and he plays football for our suck ass team and when he smiles," he sang the next part. "The whole world stops and stares for a while—"

"Youre jealous."

"Of Ethan?" Blaine outright cackled as he saved his progress on the video game. "Thats laughable."

Kurt finished up when he saw Blaine get up to unplug the XBOX and turn the TV station on. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, Blainers. But I will say that I wouldnt invite Ethan over, Id invite Raymond. This way, I wouldnt be the only one having all the fun. You could enjoy yourself too. See? Im a selfless guy."

Flashbacks of stroking Kurt until he came played in Blaines mind and he had to close his eyes and will himself not to get hard. After a moment, he grabbed the satellite remote and started flipping through the channels. "What channel is it again?"

"Nine-five," Kurt said.

Blaine pressed the buttons. "From my experiences, people who boast about being selfless arent actually as selfless as they think."

Kurt played in his hair a bit before standing up. He went over to the bed and lie down, gesturing to Blaine for him to grab the canister filled with hot chocolate. His stepbrother did so and joined him at the head of the bed; Blaine sitting and Kurt lying back. "I dont know, Blainers. I happen to think I did a pretty selfless thing. I couldve had Raymond all to myself but you got what Im sure was one hell of a blow job out of all of this."

Blaine looked away from the commercial and at the smile on Kurts lips. "What I think is that you were being selfish."

Kurt raised his left eyebrow, a smirk now playing at his lips. "Please do tell. I need to hear how me, going out of my way and getting your cock sucked by a young man who looked as if he wanted to marry your dick was an act of selfishness."

"Easy." Blaine lay back now and turned on his side so that he was close to Kurts face, placing the warm canister above his stepbrothers navel. "I bet you had the whole thing planned out, Kurt. You were teasing me earlier about wanting you when all along, it was really you who wanted me. You wanted to sit in my lap the whole time. I bet sometimes you lay in bed thinking about being on top of me—what was it you said last night in my room?—dominating from the bottom, right? I bet," he trailed off as he moved even closer and looked into Kurts eyes; charming smile plastered on his face. "I bet that you have thought about me fucking you lots of times."

Kurt played it off easily though his heart was beating through his chest. He felt like his whole body flushed red as he answered. "Dont flatter yourself. Like I said it wasnt a big deal at all."

"Hm." Blaine licked his lips and Kurt found the mans hazel eyes were focused on his. "I thought for sure I had you pegged." The Scooby Doo theme song started to play in the background but the two were focused on each other. "I seriously imagined you up touching yourself at night while you thought about me sucking hickeys on your thighs. And its my bad for jumping to that conclusion." He was quiet but only for a moment, after he realized Kurt was saying nothing; only staring at him. "I jumped to said conclusion because of the way you were working your hips, easing your cock into my fist like you had been dreaming of the moment for years. You moaned my name like you had practice doing it before… it was almost as if you had the house to yourself one day and you touched your dick all day long, coming over and over until you couldnt feel your legs, and the whole time my name was spilling off of your lips."

Kurt closed his eyes; toes curling at the memories. There werent days like that but some nights—many nights—hed have lube on his palm and his palm on his erect cock, or three fingers in his ass as he did his best to ride his fingers and find that spot. Every time he did, it was his stepbrothers name that tumbled from his lips. "Youre making me so hard, Blaine."

Blaine smiled and looked down Kurts body. He shook his head and lay back, instantly hating his life. "If I were sorry, I wouldve said so. By the way, that is why Im not jealous of Ethan."

Kurt laughed a little as his fingers dug into the bed sheets. "Youre such an ass."

Blaine looked at the TV and cleared his throat. He was half-hard and it kind of sucked. Kurt sat up and took a sip of the hot chocolate before glancing back at his stepbrother and offering him some. With the shake of his head, Blaine declined.

"Is it because youre full from already drinking half of it?" Kurt asked.

Blaine nodded.

They shared a smile before Kurt took another sip and placed the canister on his bedside table. After turning off the lamp, he lay back in bed again and joined Blaine in watching the episode. "Oh, is this the one where they catch the bad guy and solve the mystery?"

Blaine smirked. "How are you so damn good at this?"

"Its a gift, bro." Kurt folded his hands behind his head and smiled. "No, I really love this episode though. It scared the shit out of me when I was little because clowns were a huge, huge huge turn off."

Blaine looked at him. "Oh yeah. So what are your turn ons?"

Kurt licked his lips and faced Blaine; the man looking at him curiously. "Probably pretty things that I cant have…"

Blaine bit his lip into a smile. "Is that right?"

Kurt nodded. "You know, new Fendi boots and Louis scarves… diamonds."

"Me," Blaine said.

Kurt smirked. "In your dreams."

Blaine smiled. "Maybe."

"Tell me about them…"

"About?" Blaine looked at him again and that teasing glint was back in the blue eyes staring back.

"About your dreams. About me…"

Blaine smiled. "Well in one of them, Im kissing you right…"

Kurt nodded as he playfully bit his lip. He learned recently that the action always got Blaine to stare at them and just like a charm the elder was doing just that as he continued to speak.

"And your hands are in my pants, and Im squeezing your ass and all I can think about is eating you out after we finish kissing."

Kurt licked his lips and smiled. "Go on."

Blaine moved closer. "Then, in comes your father with a hatchet and he starts swinging at me—"

"Oh my gosh—"

"End of dream," Blaine said with a smile, rolling over and looking back at the TV. Kurt slapped him with a pillow and he started laughing, all until he felt a pinch on his rib. "Hey, hey! Its not my fault my dreams are more realistic than not. I cant control my subconscious way of telling me that something is a bad idea."

Kurt sighed and closed his eyes. "It sucks because maybe… maybe… emphasis on that word."

Blaine nodded. "Im listening."

"Maybe," he repeated with a smile. "I would like for you to fuck me right now without there being a problem with it." Blaine watched as he opened his eyes. "I feel horrible for wishing my dad didnt meet your mom that night because of selfish reasons like wanting you to screw my brains out with no remorse, you know? Because Allison makes him so happy and shes a beautiful woman and I love our family. I just wish that I could have my cake and eat it too, I guess."

Blaine shrugged. "Neither of us can." He turned away and rubbed at his eyes. "By the way, its only sex that you want? Nothing else?"

Kurt laughed as he played in his hair. "Shit. I refuse to let myself think of anything more because thats a dangerous road. Thats a road that could ruin everything for us. As cliché as forbidden love is, I really do appreciate things they way they are. Everyone is happy. Anything more would just… jeopardize… its just dangerous."

"And us fucking isnt?" Blaine asked with a hint of attitude. Kurt heard it but ignored it.

"If we were grown up about it and did it without making a big fuss over what we were doing?" Kurt was remembering everything his best friend Santana said earlier. "Then it wouldnt be a problem I dont think. Ive never had a friends with benefits type of relationship but I think if we were to—"

"I doubt they work with friends and Im pretty sure its even worse between step siblings," Blaine told him.

Kurt gave up on his sentence. Blaine was right. Santana just wanted Kurt to get lucky so that she could have all the dirty details. She was one of those people.

They watched the television show for a while, and Kurt laughed at something Shaggy said to Scooby before Blaine rolled over to look at him.

"Im a little jealous of that prick."

Kurt simply looked at him; his lips doing an almost smile. "Of Shaggy?"

Blaine rolled his eyes. "I know that since Ive gotten back, things have been happening really fast and –"

"Have you been overthinking this even though we said we wouldnt?"

"Ive been thinking. Just plain thinking, Kurt, because in our situation that cant hurt."

They looked at one another. Blaine continued.

"I want you to know that for a while now… I think after your 16th birthday. I dont know. But I started to develop feelings for you. Im talking the actual feelings that youre choosing to ignore because it would pretty much ruin everything. And since then, Ive been running through relationship after relationship… Ive tried burying the feelings by fucking guys and even went as far as to spend less time with you. Thats why the calls stopped, I think." Blaine cleared his throat and Kurt simply looked at him. "I started to like you because were so close and youre really handsome, Kurt. Youre like gorgeous, like no one Ive ever seen. And it sucks because all I want is for us to be a regular couple but were not, and we cant be that. … And while I know that tonight was fun, everything that we did… I just," he spoke softly. "I dont want to lose everything else weve been building for the past four years. You are one of the closest people I have."

Kurt nodded.

"I think that the past couple days have been hard because hell, I want you. Kurt Ive been yearning for years. But if it was meant to be I dont think wed have met under these circumstances. Thats why Im a little jealous of Ethan and any other guy that gets your attention."

Kurt nodded again. He didnt respond for maybe two minutes, not exactly sure what to say. He never thought that Blaine had any interest in him when he was younger. Kurt was a very awkward teenager, at least he thought. Moving past all of that, he took his head out of his ass and responded. "I totally get that. Im sorry about… everything. I was being selfish."

"Dont apologize," Blaine said with a laugh. "I loved it. Trust me."

"Me too," Kurt blushed and shook his head. "But everything youre saying is right. I really want to maintain our relationship without having to risk it because of sex."

Blaine nodded.

"I had a crush on you since day one, by the way."

Blaine laughed and Kurt sat up, reaching for the hot chocolate as he smiled. "Is that so?"

"It is. And I was super sad on the inside the day they got married because you were such a dreamboat."

"I still am."

"Debatable." Kurt laughed as he said it. "But I eventually got over it, though it still lingers beneath the surface. And I guess last night I saw you and you look really good so I decided to have some fun. But for the sake of our family, the teasing stops. Bros, right?"

Blaine sighed. "This fucking sucks but yes." Kurt smiled softly and shrugged as they shook hands. What could they do, you know? "Bros," Blaine responded.

Kurt smiled and kissed Blaine on the forehead. "Good. Lets go to sleep." He drank more hot chocolate as Blaine got beneath the duvet. "Heaven only knows whats in store for Family Day tomorrow."

Blaine smiled at the thought of it. "My mom said something about going bowling but I would rather stay here and watch football. All. Day. Long."

"Ha," Kurt chuckled dramatically. "I bet Allison and I can kick my dad and your asses in a bowling competition."

Blaine rolled his eyes as Kurt settled underneath the covers next to him. "Kurt youre such a jokester. Shut up and watch TV."

"Do I need to bring up 2011 again? Allison and I kicked your butts at the pool table and tomorrow we could destroy you in bowling."

"You were so lucky," Blaine told him, waving the teen off. "Theres no way youre beating Burt and me in a bowling competition."

Kurt smiled, and they cuddled in close to stay warm. "Its so weird sleeping in pants. I usually do underwear or nothing but now I have to be respectable because you have the hots for me."

Blaine laughed. "The same goes for you."

"Whatever."

"Remember when you said you owe me one? Go into my room and get my iPod. You tend to snore when you sleep and I want to get a good nights rest."

"First of all," Kurt began, "when I said I owed you one I meant a hand job dumbass, and secondly…" He pinched his gut and Blaine laughed, rolling on top of him.

"Im getting really tired of your abuse Kurt," the man said, tickling his sides as he pinned him down with all his weight. Kurt laughed aloud and tried to flip Blaine over but his attempts were unsuccessful. "Tell me that youre sorry and that you wont do it again."

Kurt shook his head no, still laughing. Blaine told himself to stop because they just talked about things and didnt want this to get awkward, but then Kurt moved his leg, jerking up because of how he was being tickled and then it happened.

"Holy…" Blaine bit his lip and grinded back in response. Kurts breath caught as Blaine slid against him and then he laughed when his stepbrother pulled away.

"Goshdarnit Blaine, you couldnt keep your hands off of me for an hour! Pathetic. I know Im really sexy but jeez…"

Blaine pushed Kurts leg aside and rolled over. "You started it. Youre the one with the sudden movements. Of course my dick is going to chase that feeling—"

"Im going to go get your iPod and Im going to take extra-long so that you have a bit more time to wank off in here. Dont get it on my sheets."

"Ha ha," Blaine said, glaring at Kurt. He threw a throw pillow at him and Kurt rubbed his butt cheek soothingly before leaving the room. "Dork."

…

To Kurt:

? My iPod? Whats taking you so long? Its right on the bed.

From Kurt :

I told you that I was going to give you a little extra time to fiddle your stick. Are you done yet? Is it safe to come in?

Blaine smiled and shook his head. As he typed out a reply, another message came in.

From Kurt:

Ive actually been acquainting myself with your taste in music and I must say that its amazing. Theres so many artists on here I havent heard of.

To Kurt:

Come back. I havent been fiddling my stick so its safe.

To Kurt:

I know I listen to a lot of the loud rock when I play music in my room but yes, I do happen to have a vast array of music interest. Some of them are unsigned and therefore unknown but, I have a couple gems I think youd like. Come over here so we can talk about it :) Brat.

A minute later, Kurt poked his head into his bedroom. Blaine was still under the covers watching television and he smiled when he saw him.

"Its about time."

Kurt stared. "Are you decent?"

"Come on." Blaine laughed and sat up. "Im good. Just get over here."

"Patience, grasshopper." Kurt smiled as he walked in, turning the lock as he closed the door. Blaine saw him do it and licked his lips, telling himself to think nothing of it. A few seconds later, Kurt was under the covers with him; their arms pressed together as the younger teen handed over the iPod Touch.

"Here," Blaine said as he put one of the ear buds into his stepbrothers right ear. Kurt adjusted it as Blaine placed the other in his left. "This guys name is Sam Smith. I stumbled upon him last year during midterms because I needed new music to study to. You know how I get. Since then hes been releasing some pretty quality shit."

Kurt hummed and waited for Blaine to play a song, looking up at the ceiling. "I went to elementary school with a Sam Smith."

Blaine smiled as he scrolled through his songs. "I doubt its the same one. Hes 22 and British."

"Nice," Kurt said. "Play something please."

"Ok," Blaine clicked on a song called Not in That Way. It started to play and Kurt reached over him for the remote to turn off the TV. It was completely dark in the room except for the backlight from the Yale students iPod.

And I hate to say I love you
When its so hard for me
And I hate to say I want you
When you make it so clear
You dont want me

Id never ask you cause deep down
Im certain I know what youd say
Youd say Im sorry believe me
I love you but not in that way

And I hate to say I need you
Im so reliant
Im so dependant
Im such a fool

When youre not there
I find myself singing the blues
Cant bear
Cant face the truth

You will never know that feeling
You will never see through these eyes

Id never ask you
Cause deep down Im certain I know what youd say
Youd say Im sorry
Believe me
I love you
But not in that way

Kurt closed his eyes as the song continued, the lyrics making him a little blue. Blaine didnt let it finish playing before he skipped to the next track; the iPod on shuffle.

Ive gotta get out of here
This towns no longer fun
And Im falling closer, falling closer
Closer to the sun
Ive gotta get out of here
Come kiss another face
Cause it hurts too bad, it hurts too bad
And I dont like the taste

You say its over, leaving me so far from sober
Now summer is colder, I lean on a strangers shoulder
I walk the streets and hear heartbeats and city smolder
Without a trace Im under

And God knows I try
Looking for lovers at night
But each time I do
It only reminds me of you
It only reminds me of you

"Ok. So there are two songs by this guy that one can argue is a bit reminiscent of … us."

Blaine smiled and opened his eyes. "Coincidence."

"Yeah." Kurt took the iPod and touched the screen for the next song. He looked at the title Latch and started to nod along to the beat. Blaine fixed the ear bud that had fallen out when Kurt made a sudden movement and smiled.

"I love this one. Its my go to shower song."

Kurt smiled. "Mine is the Thong Song by Sisqo."

Blaine started laughing, rather hard, and Kurt covered his mouth with his whole hand.

"You sound like a horse. Im trying to listen to Sam Smiths wonderful vocal range."

Blaine smiled and closed his eyes, tuning back in. "Sorry."

You lift my heart up when the rest of me is down
You, you enchant me even when youre not around
If there are boundaries, I will try to knock them down
Im latching on, babe, now I know what I have found

I feel were close enough
Could I lock in your love?
I feel were close enough
Could I lock in your love?

Now Ive got you in my space
I wont let go of you
Got you shackled in my embrace
Im latching on to you

"This is beautiful."

Blaine nodded, opening his eyes and looking at Kurt. Somehow, he could still the boys bright eyes in the darkness of the room. "It really is."

"One day Ill get to hear you sing it."

"Maybe," Blaine told him.

Im so en-captured, got me wrapped up in your touch
Feel so enamored, hold me tight within your clutch
How do you do it, got me losing every breath
Why did you kiss me to make my heart beat out my chest?

I feel were close enough
Could I lock in your love?
I feel were close enough
Could I lock in your love?

Now Ive got you in my space
I wont let go of you
Got you shackled in my embrace
Im latching on to you

Kurt moved into Blaine a bit closer as the chorus played again. He hummed along sweetly and Blaine had his eyes closed with a smile as he reached between them and laced their fingers together. He felt bad about forgetting Scooby like that but this was nice and mellow.

The next song began to play and Blaine opened his eyes when he realized what it was; yet another song that made him think of Kurt. Did he identify with Sam Smith at the level he did because all of the mans songs made him think about Kurt? Is that what this was? He thought that it was because the guy was an awesome musician and a songwriter and now, making his stepbrother listen to this especially after the chat they had just felt so weird. He was about to recommend they change the song when Kurt squeezed his hand a little tighter and raised the volume with his free one.

Oh baby, oh baby, oh we both know the truth
If it were the real me and you,
This wouldnt be the right thing to do
Now the room is so hazy, were too lost in the fumes
I feel like its just me and you,
Yeah we got nothing to lose

Its too late to run away from it all
Its too late to get away from it all
Im done with running so I give in to you

This moment has caused a reaction
Resulting in our reattachment

"You can pick something else—"

"Shh," Kurt said softly. "I like this one."

Blaine felt his stepbrothers thumb brushing the back of his hand as the song went on.

Oh you take me to nirvana
I dont think this will last
But youre here in my arms

Oh baby, oh baby, oh, we both feel the same
Im not gonna give you my name
And I dont think you want that to change
Were in this together, we dont know who we are
Even if its moving too fast,
Baby we should take it too far

Its too late to run away from it all
Its too late to get away from it all
Im done with running so I give in to you

This moment has caused a reaction
Resulting in our reattachment

Oh you take me to nirvana
I dont think this will last
But youre here in my arms

"Fuck it." Kurt turned the music off and pulled the earphones out of each of their ears. Blaine sat up when Kurt did, wondering what was wrong, and watched his stepbrother put the iPod on the night table beside the canister. "Whats wro—mmph."

Kurt pressed his lips against Blaines with no hesitation. Blaine half melted at the contact; only straightening up once the younger man pulled away. His eyes were wide as he tried to see Kurt, but all that he could make out was the trace of wet lips.

"What was that for?"

Kurt took a deep breath. "Maybe I… maybe you should go to your room tonight."

Blaine shook his head no. "Youre just not going to kiss me and then send me away. What was that for?"

"You seriously didnt hear those lyrics?" Kurt asked, slightly dumbfounded. "Did you hear any of them?"

Blaine nodded, only realizing that it was probably in vain because the room was super dark. "I heard them. Im sorry… that was…"

Kurt kissed him again after their noses had brushed together, easily finding Blaines lips and locking them with his. The elder breathed into it as he pulled Kurt down on top of him; his hands holding the boys back.

Kurt paid close attention to the way Blaines hands were holding him. He felt that he would need this information for later.

He also made a mental note of how soft Blaines lips felt. He compared it to the way he imagined theyd feel where he was younger and having day dreams about Blaine after passing by him in the halls. He imagined them to taste sweet and be supple but the real thing was all of that and so much more. Blaine kissed him like hed never been kissed before. It felt… just perfect.

Kurt also focused on the way sparks of pleasure shot through his body as they deepened the kiss and Blaines hands move a little lower. They rested at the small of his back, and here Kurt was, having teased his stepbrother practically all day long, not knowing what the hell to do with his hands.

Blaine was going to be 21 soon. Hed been with guys who knew what they were doing. Suddenly, Kurt felt like a virgin. He wasnt one but it just felt that way, with Blaine handling him the way he was and making him feel things hed never felt from kissing alone. It just felt that way.

He pulled back.

Blaine groaned, and Kurt could feel him attempting to chase his lips but after a moment he stopped.

"Maybe," Kurt began, "we could talk about this?"

Blaine chuckled in the dark and Kurt wondered if it was sarcastic. "Now you want to talk? You were the one telling me not to complicate things."

Kurt rolled his eyes, not caring that the action probably couldnt be seen. "Well not that long ago we were saying something along the lines of not complicating everything and now were kissing. And I dont want to stop."

The only thing that could be heard was Blaines soft breaths. "Then dont stop," the older man told him.

Kurt bit his lip and trailed his hands down Blaines body, stopping at the waistband of the sweat pants he wore. "Are you sure?"

Blaine sighed. "I am if you are. Just…" he trailed off. "What do you want to do?"

Kurt laughed a little and he heard half a chuckle come from Blaine… almost like it was forced because Blaine was asking a very serious question but was a little nervous right now. Kurt could identify. "Um. Well, everything," the senior finally gritted out.

It was silent. Eerily silent. Kurt thought Blaine was going to tell him that this was a mistake. Maybe it was a mistake. Sam Smith just made the songs; he wouldnt have to deal with the consequences like either of these two would. Then, Blaine was laying him down and pecking softly over his lips, and as Kurts back hit the bed he was pulling Blaine in between his legs and kissing him back.

"Can we, mm…" Kurt moaned into one kiss that was longer than the others and Blaine smiled, loving the sound as he moved his lips to his neck. "Can we turn the light on?"

Blaine stopped and reached up and around, finally finding the switch for the lamp. He clicked it on and they both laughed as the bright light made them squint. Before saying anything or doing anything else, each simply looked at one another.

"And youre sure?" Kurt repeated.

Blaine nodded. "Yeah. You?"

Kurt nodded. "I am." He smiled as Blaines lips returned to his and they kissed softly and sweetly. He had butterflies in his stomach at the feeling, and Blaines hands were holding his, their bodies flush together. "I want you, B."

"I want you," Blaine repeated. He reluctantly let Kurts hands go, smiling as the teen started to play in his hair. He always loved when Kurt did that.

"Then take me," Kurt whispered against his lips. Their eyes found each others and Blaine slowly started to grind between the boys legs as Kurt continued; his voice shaky. "Im yours for the taking."

Blaine closed his eyes now, slowly thrusting and feeling every inch as Kurt exhaled, wrapping his legs around the older Andermels thighs and rolling his hips up into the contact. As Kurt pulled in his curls, Blaine attached his lips to the boys throat, sliding far enough down his body to kiss the skin there as he grinded his hips up and down; Kurt yanking harder at his hair when they began to dry hump.

"Blaine," he moaned softly; lips parted a little. The bed would creak but it wasnt anything obnoxiously loud.

Blaine started to suck but did his best not to leave any marks. It was just that in all of his fantasies, hed have hickeys in several places on Kurt, testing which place drove him the craziest, and here and now he wanted to do just that. He stopped though, moving his hands so that he could pull up the teens shirt and wasting no time kissing every inch of his skin.

"Damn," Kurt mumbled to himself. He bit his lip and looked into his drawer, digging around in there as Blaines lips kissed his rib cage. By the time the man was sucking on his right nipple, Kurt could only throw his head back and grind up into the feeling of Blaines hard cock pressed into his own. "Blaine I dont… Im not usually loud but I dont know if I can keep quiet."

Blaine glanced up and smiled; the sight of him looking at Kurt through his long lashes just about killed the 18 year old. "If you get too noisy, Ill turn you over and let you bite down on the pillow. Dont stress it." He went back to kissing the pale chest and Kurt moaned; eyes closing shut as he found the box filled with condoms. He pulled a couple out in one grab and tossed both onto the bed, thrusting up into Blaines hand this time when the elder started palming him, and then reached in again for the lube. "That feels so good, Blaine."

Blaine licked his lips as he watched Kurt. He then got on his knees between Kurts legs and pulled his own shirt off. Kurt opened his eyes at the absence and watched before he finally sat up and looked in the drawer, pulling out the small bottle. He then took his shirt off the rest of the way too and put it down next to Blaines, running his hands over the mans body.

"Can you sit back against the headboard?" Blaine asked as his eyes locked on Kurts smooth hands running down his chest and over his abs. He took the hands and moved them lower, making Kurt cup him and biting his lip. Kurt nodded as he stared at the bulge beneath his hands and felt it getting larger, exhaling.

"Y-Yeah."

Blaine watched him staring and lowered his sweat pants just a little. The V of his hips was showing, and part of his cock from over the boxers. "Let your head rest against the headboard. I want to fuck your mouth."

Kurt smiled, stroking Blaine for a moment before moving backwards. He tossed a few pillows aside and leant back until he was flush against the headboard. "Have you dreamt about doing this to me?" Kurt asked him. "Have you ever imagined being inside my mouth?"

Blaine pushed the sweat pants down over the swell of his ass and watched Kurts eyes locked on his thick cock, already hard and wanting him to touch it. "I thought about it more times than I can remember."

Kurt smiled at that and teasingly licked his lips. As Blaine watched him with hazel eyes darkened to a coffee color, the teen parted his lips just a little. "Im waiting."

Blaine found himself staring for a moment longer than any calm person in this situation would have. But how could he be calm when something that hed played over and over in his mind was about to happen? How was it possible to be calm when Kurt Hummels beautiful lips were spread apart waiting to be fucked? Calm didnt seem like an option.

"Youre gorgeous," he breathed out before moving closer to Kurt. He planted each knee on the bed once he hovered over his stepbrothers body; and Kurt smiled when Blaines hipbone was in front of his face, placing a soft kiss to it.

Blaine looked down at the boy and licked his lips. He braced himself up by holding onto the wall and his eyes fluttered closed as Kurt began to teasingly suck the sensitive skin along his pelvic bone. When barely there touches from smooth finger tips rubbed up the back of his thigh and over the swell of his ass, Blaine opened his eyes and found Kurt looking up at him; that same innocent look on his face that drove the 20 year-old crazy. Kurt continued to touch his thighs and his ass, and then scratch lightly over the small of his back as his tongue ran along Blaines midriff.

"Mm," Blaine moaned when Kurt peppered kisses just above his shaft. At this point, he took one hand from the wall and wrapped it around his cock, stroking it while Kurt touched him. "Lean your head back, Kurt."

Kurt didnt listen at first—too fascinated with kissing the V of Blaines hips—but eventually he smiled and leant his head back against the headboard, opening his mouth again. Blaine exhaled deeply at the sight, and as he rubbed his cock, he placed the tip of it against Kurts wet lips, watching as the pink head glided easily along them and left a trail of precum along the way. Kurt licked his lips to taste it and his tongue touched Blaines cock in the process, making the man bite his lip. Their eyes locked as Kurt opened his mouth again.

This time, Blaine held the base of his shaft and started to move in between Kurts lips. The senior dropped his mouth open a little more to get used to the width and Blaine slid in slowly, only a couple inches, before pulling back out. He kept the hand clutching the wall there as the other held his cock around the base; arching his back as he worked his hips forward and then back. What drove him absolutely crazy was the way Kurt kept eye contact with him as he slowly began to fuck his mouth, and when he moved in deeper, Kurt would wrap his lips around it and let out the softest moan.

It was so much better than his dreams.

"I can take more, you know," Kurt said with a smirk; his lips red from being wrapped around Blaines cock. The elder nodded and removed his hand from the wall, dropping it into Kurts unruly bed hair. Kurt had his cock about three inches in when he moved Blaines hand away from the base of it and grabbed his waist, forcing him deeper inside.

"Shit," Blaine groaned; clutching Kurts hair hard as he moved deeper. He pulled and shut his eyes, snapping in and out when he felt Kurt relax his throat. "Just like that."

Kurts eyes were watering by the time Blaine got into his rhythm. There were two hands massaging his shoulders and a thick cock sliding farther and farther into his mouth with each thrust. The headboard hitting the wall made a small noise but it wasnt anything thatd wake the neighbors.

And hopefully not Burt and Allison.

Blaine rubbed Kurts shoulders as he slowly pressed in as far as he could without the younger man gagging. He paused for a moment; simply staring at Kurts mouth wrapped around his dick. It was a sight to take in. Kurts hands moved up and down his thighs and Blaine licked his lips, moving out and then back in.

There was a noise from somewhere outside the room and Blaine cursed as he pulled away, trying to stay as quiet as possible. Kurt inhaled sharply—a bit desperate for air—and hurried to turn the lamp off on the night table.

As Blaine lay down next to him, they heard a knock and then a door opening. Kurt knew right away that it was Blaines bedroom door. Who it was opening it, he wasnt sure. They were both completely still; waiting for whichever parent it was to walk off.

The knock sounded against Kurts bedroom door this time and he held his breath, turning to look at Blaine. He could barely make the man out in the dark but he could hear the small shh he was told, nodding his head. Whoever it was started to turn the knob and it was locked so they didnt get far. After a moment, they walked away.

"Theyre probably trying to make sure we came in from the party." Kurt said in a hushed voice. "They should know were in here right?"

Blaine started to move around and leant over him, turning the light back on. Kurt was a bit pink in the face as the older boy leant down to start kissing him. They both relaxed at the feeling at first, but as Blaine started to kiss down his body Kurt continued. "I dont want to get in trouble or anything baby—mm do that again—fuck yes." Kurt shoved the blankets away and watched Blaine licking over the slit of his cock; the elder having lowered his pants and underwear all in one go. "We need a plan about what were going to say. Oh, slower baby."

Blaine smiled and slowed down the way hed been sucking Kurt, kissing down to his nuts. "Stop worrying about things we cant control."

"We couldve controlled it," Kurt told him. He lowered his hands to the mans dark curls and twirled his fingers in them; eyes threatening to roll back. "But I kissed you… Blaine I dont want to cum yet… Blaine—yes."

Blaine licked from Kurts balls back up to the tip of his cock and started to blow him. He went slowly as he reached for the lube and popped the cap, but Kurt grabbed him by the curls and forced him deeper, moaning low in his throat as he did so.

…

Kurt was a lot tighter than Blaine was used to. It took a while for him to stretch the teen, even though Kurt kept saying that he was ready. He took his time and worked three fingers agonizingly slow, kissing his inner thighs as he watched his fingers disappearing.

Kurt licked his lips and handed Blaine one of the condoms hed taken from the drawer. "No turning back, you know."

Blaine nodded, removing his fingers and taking the silver wrapper. "I know, beautiful. Are you still okay with this?"

Kurt nodded. "I am."

Blaine smiled at him before sitting up. He got on his knees between Kurts legs again and ripped the foil open with his teeth. Blue eyes were on his movements when he started to roll the condom on and the soft voice that filled the air threatened to make him shiver.

"What position do you want me in?" Kurt asked, playfully touching his cock as he watched Blaine. The older man licked his lips as he secured the condom, and when it was on he pulled Kurt close by the thighs, turning him onto his right side.

Kurt had his top leg in the air a second later and then Blaine held it up, placing Kurts ankle on his shoulder. He stayed on his knees, rubbing lube over his cock as he stared down at the boy who wasnt only one of his closest friends, but someone hed dreamt about time and time again as being more than that. After wiping his hands on his chest, Blaine grabbed a pillow and placed it underneath Kurts right hip.

"Are you comfortable?" he asked. Kurt nodded.

"Yeah…" Kurt closed his eyes; bottom lip between his teeth as Blaine lined up at his entrance and pushed in. Blaine was still on his knees and rubbed Kurts leg all the way up to his ankle, moving slowly so that Kurt could get used to the stretch. He could only take so much of the tight heat before he had pushed in entirely.

"Fuck," Kurt gasped, resting his head on his folded arms. Blaine took his cock and then started to move in and out. "Yes… yes, fucking yes baby."

Blaine reset, settling on his knees a little further up and thrusting in hard. His eyes were the darkest Kurt had ever seen anyones and his nails were digging into his thigh as he held it up on his shoulder, fucking him better than anyone had or anyone ever would.

A couple minutes later, Kurt was flipped onto his back. He was flushed entirely but laughing as Blaine collapsed on top of him, covering his mouth in kisses and preparing to thrust in again. It hurt less this time being that hed gotten used to the width, and as they kissed slowly, Kurt moaned while Blaine moved in deep.

Blaine focused on Kurts neck as he felt nails digging into his back. He moved his hips further in and gasped, his cock buried entirely as Kurt shook. "You take it so well, Kurt," he whispered, biting down a little below his ear and grinding. "Is it good for you?"

Kurt scratched down Blaines back and back up; his fingers clutching in his curly hair. Blaine continued to slowly pound into him and it was toe curling and everything he couldve ever hoped for. "I love it, baby," he moaned, and Blaine finished sucking his neck and returned to kissing him. They started to fuck harder and Kurt used all of his power to roll them over; smirking at the shocked look on Blaines face as he sat on top of him and started to ride him.

"Lay back and enjoy." He laced his fingers behind his head and bounced up and down, biting his lip as Blaine watched him work his hips.

"Shit." Blaine moved his hands up Kurts sides and thrust up, licking his lips. He slid his hands down to Kurts waist and they grinded together; Kurt working his ass slowly and smiling as he played in his brown hair and Blaine squeezing his ass as the younger man practically danced on top of him. "Faster…"

"No," Kurt said, throwing his head back and riding him even slower. Blaine watched him; pink lips parted into a smile as Kurt used Blaines cock to caress his spot. "This is perfect."

Blaine felt the heat in his stomach as Kurt continued to move on top of him. "Im close… Kurt…"

"Wait," Kurt dropped his hands to Blaines chest and started to move faster. "Ive been waiting so long for this and I really, really want this to last. So," he leant down above him and bit his bottom lip. "Youre going to wait…"

"Fuck." Blaine held him tightly at the waist as Kurt began to speed up. "Please beautiful… fuck it." Blaine sat up and sent Kurt falling back with a loud shout as felt the elder shift inside of him. Blaine grasped his thighs and started to move in, over and over with Kurts feet on either side of his head. He sped up and the way Kurt moaned his name and begged for more made him screw him harder. "God, Kurt… youre so fucking tight. Im gonna cum." Blaine grabbed the boys cock and jerked him off; Kurt clawing at the sheets as Blaine thrust in. "Im gonna c-cum… cum with me beautiful."

It didnt take much convincing. Blaine watched the boy orgasm and heard him cry out as his cum covered his abdomen. He continued to stroke him and fucked his ass, dark eyes locked on the sight.

"Blaine." Kurts eyes were closed and his forehead sweaty.

Blaine let go of his cock and lay back again, pulling Kurt on top. He started thrusting up fast and a minute later, after Kurt bounced on top of him with a small smirk, he came hard into the condom; nails digging into the boys pale hips.

The sound of breathing was heavy. Kurt waited a minute before he pulled off of his stepbrother and his legs were weak as he crashed down next to him; face planted in the cool pillow. They were both quiet besides Kurts groans as he got used to the burn in his legs and ass.

"I promise Im going to visit more often."

Kurt opened his eyes and smiled. "Youre just saying that because you think Im going to let you screw me every time you show up."

Blaine struggled to catch his breath and looked up at the ceiling. "Its more than about the sex. The sex was… shit it Im still shaking but I mean what I said. We were out of contact because I really had feelings for you."

Kurt turned to look at him now. "So did this cure that or do you still think somethings there?"

Blaine laughed, looking down at the condom as he pulled it off. "Something is always going to be there, Im sure of it. Itll be something I have to deal with."

Kurt stared at Blaines movements as the man tossed the condom into his trash bin. "We should go to sleep."

Blaine smiled as he looked at him and nodded. "You should clean that off first."

Kurt rolled over and grabbed a few tissues, cleaning his chest and stomach off before wiping at his comforter.

"Yes, I do, I believe
That one day I will be where I was
Right there, right next to you
And its hard, the days just seem so dark
The moon, the stars are nothing without you."

Kurt smiled and lay back down, getting beneath the covers. "Let me guess. Youre singing Sam Smith?"

Blaine nodded as he continued. "Your touch, your skin,
Where do I begin?
No words can explain, the way Im missing you
Deny this emptiness, this hole that Im inside
These tears, they tell their own story."

Kurt laughed as Blaine rolled over on top of him. "Blaine go to sleep—"

"You told me not to cry when you were gone
But the feelings overwhelming, theyre much too stroooonng—"

"Youre so dramatic—"

"Can I lay by your side, next to you, you
And make sure youre alright?
Ill take care of you
And I dont wanna be here if I cant be with you tonight…"

Kurt smiled, looking in the mans eyes. "Kiss me."

Blaine licked his lips. "Gladly."

…

Burt held the bowling ball in front of his face and took a few steps, taking his turn. Blaine smiled when his stepfather completed the split, though his mother rolled her eyes. Kurt smiled at the score.

"Were still destroying you two."

"Youre up next Kurt," Allison said with a smile. Kurt pranced over to his bowling ball and picked it up. The brunette watched as her son smiled at Kurt, biting his lip and putting his hands in his pockets. Between that and the scratches she saw on her sons back when he came into their room that morning for money to go to the store, and the huge line of hickeys that painted the back of Kurts neck, the woman had all the proof she needed.

Of course until Kurt took a few steps forward, about to bowl when she noticed his altered walk. That was pretty good proof too.

"Woo!" Kurt knocked down 9 pins and did a cute jump, turning around to his father and sticking out his tongue. Burt deadpanned.

"So are you enjoying your time away from Yale young man?" Allison asked Blaine.

He looked back at her after being snapped out of a trance, apparently. "Oh definitely, mom. I needed the break. I missed you all."

Allison smiled at him. Kurt missed the last pin standing this time and Burt and Blaine taunted him; the 18 year old swatting his hand.

"Were still going to win."

"My turn," Blaine walked over to a 10 pound ball and got ready. Kurt took a seat next to his stepmother, though he did wince a little as he sat. She looked at her husband. Burt noticed too and looked away. He wasnt ready to discuss any of this.

"A perfect strike," Blaine said with a fist pump.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Clearly luck."

Blaine smirked and reached for his phone as it rang. He saw Matthews name and sighed, excusing himself. "Ill be back."

Kurt watched him walk off before looking up at the score. Burt stared at Allison and then his son.

"Is that his boyfriend or something?"

Kurt raised his eyebrow after the words registered and shook his head no. "Well… I dont know. It could be. He hasnt mentioned an actual boyfriend, just that theres a guy. Whatever that means."

Allison hummed at that and then looked at her husband. He was staring at his son. "I guess Ill take my turn while he talks on the phone," she said, getting up and retrieving a purple bowling ball. Kurt glared at his father as he continued to stare at him, giving the old man a questioning look.

"What is it?"

Burt shook his head. "Nothing."

Kurt looked away, ignoring him. "Go Ally!"

Blaine returned a second later and smiled at his family. "Im sorry about that." He looked up and saw that his mother got a strike as well and rolled his eyes. "Damn it."

"Can we just tell them?" Burt said flatly; not caring about his wifes strike. She folded her arms, looking at him.

"Not in a bowling alley, Burt."

"Tell us what?" Blaine questioned.

"We heard you last night." Burt said clearly. "Well, I heard Kurt."

Kurts face blanched a stark white color as he held his glass of fruit punch. Blaine felt his heart drop.

"W-What?"

Allison closed her eyes. "What part of not at the bowling alley didnt you get, honey?"

"We may as well tell them and get it over with," Burt turned from her and looked at the two boys. "I mean, were not idiots. Blaine, Ive known how you felt about him for a long time. To be fair, I am glad you looked out for Kurt and everything but this… you know a lot can go wrong—"

"Oh my god," Blaine said, closing his eyes. "Are you going to kill me? Im so, so sorry I swear—ok Im not sorry because," he smiled for a moment before remembering where he was. "Shit, Im really sorry I—"

"Kid, shut up," Burt told him. Allison smiled, going to take her seat. She tried not to laugh at the way Kurt hadnt moved since her husband said we heard you last night. "Im going to be very honest with the both of you. It wasnt fun hearing either of ya but knowing what I know about you both, you could make each other happy."

Kurt simply stared at him.

Blaine looked from his mother to Burt to see how serious they were being. "What if… Kurt and I were talking and we initially didnt want to do anything because we figured that if something happened between the two of us it would make everything weird between all of us and that isnt something we want. We love the both of you."

Allison smiled at him. "We love you two as well. And all of that is up to you. You can talk and decide if you want to continue… whatever it is you have going on. It wont have an effect on us, though. Were solid."

Burt pulled at his cap as he took her hand.

"You—You heard us?" Kurt asked.

Blaine licked his lips and looked around the bowling alley. "It isnt weird to date someone whose mom is in a relationship with one of your parents? Especially so when theyre married…?"

"It isnt exactly like you two grew up together, Blaine. You met Kurt when you were 16. You liked him. You two are really close. We arent going to persecute you for that."

"I do kind of want to kick his ass. Its just instinct," Burt mumbled to himself.

Kurt got up. "Im going to go puke. Excuse me."

Blaine watched Kurt walk off slowly before going to follow him. Burt and Allison looked at one another and laughed before the husband got up to take his turn.

"I may as well win this for us since your partner Kurt is out of commission."

Allison laughed. "Thats exactly why this couldve waited until we were home, Burt."

"But my team could win," he said as he threw the ball.

"Hey—" Blaine grabbed Kurts arm when they got to the bathroom. "Are… are you ok?"

Kurts eyes were clouded when he turned to face him. "My dad and your mom overheard you fucking me last night, Blaine."

One of the guys in the restroom stared at them blankly as he peed at the urinal. Blaine looked at him before the man turned away.

"Lets go outside for some air," Blaine said loud enough for the guy to hear. He took Kurts reluctant hand and they walked out, going to the buildings exit and stopping at the entrance. Kurt looked around the parking lot and took a deep, much needed breath. His back touched the brick wall of the buildings exterior and soft lips touched his own a moment later.

Blaine cupped his face softly as he pulled away. "Are you ok?"

Kurt looked at him and nodded. "Better."

"Listen," he began, "I know that was awkward as fuck because I was there, but theyre obviously ok with it. This is completely up to us. I dont know if you want," Blaine stopped momentarily and licked his lips. "I dont know if you want to discuss us doing more—"

"What happened with Matthew? That was him that called wasnt it?"

Blaine smiled. "Id rather talk about us."

Kurt blushed, rolling his eyes. "Im serious."

"Whats up with Ethan?

"Nothing," Kurt pulled Blaine closer. "You realize you live in Connecticut right?"

"Its only a few hours away," Blaine smiled. "So are we going to do this…?"

Kurt looked away as Blaine started to kiss his ear. He laughed. "What is this that youre speaking of?"

Blaine smiled, kissing him. "Lets talk about it tonight. Ive got some Sam Smith and a bed, and 10 percent that Im willing to make 11…"

Kurt laughed and wrapped his arms around Blaines shoulders as they kissed. "Well Im sold."