Road To Love: Chapter 9

Although his friends (David, in particular) could be crazy and infuriating at times, Blaine wouldn't have it any other way. After they left the store, the boys all drove the two hours from Westerville to Blaine's house in Lima, in Nick's car. After ensuring that his father's car wasn't in the garage, Blaine, David and Wes headed to the kitchen to grab the picnic basket and cooler that Blaine's mom had very kindly put together for him. All the rest of the supplies for the date had already been safely stowed either in Blaine's or Nick's trunk.

Blaine's mom was sitting in the living room when the boys opened the door, and she looked up at Blaine with a wide grin on her face. He grinned back, his stomach tingling with excitement.

"Thanks again for doing this, mom. You're the best."

"Glad to be of assistance. Have fun on your big date, darling. But not too much fun. Or, if you decide to ignore my instructions and have too much fun anyway, please make sure that it is safe fun."

Blaine blushed scarlet while Wes and David cackled behind him.

"You promise not to tell dad about this, right?" Blaine asked nervously, seeking reassurance. His mom looked up at him with a slight frown on her face.

"Blaine, we have already established this. I won't tell your father about you and Kurt. I don't like lying to him, but I've seen how happy you've been recently, and that makes me happy. You deserve that, sweetheart. You deserve to just be a teenager in love without having to deal with disapproval and lack of acceptance in your own home. We'll tell your father when you feel that the time is right, and not a moment before, I promise."

Blaine felt a lump rise in his throat. He didn't trust himself to respond without turning on the waterworks, so he swooped in to kiss his mom on the cheek before following Wes and David out the door.

The three boys then got into Blaine's car, and pulled out of the driveway. Nick and Jeff followed behind as they drove the thirty minutes it took to get to the date spot. Upon arrival, they lugged all Blaine's stuff a further twenty minutes, and then spent about two hours setting up. This was more than twice the amount of time that Blaine had intended, due to Blaine's friends being very bad at staying on task, and also, not very good at building things.

Once they finally got the job done, the boys headed back to the cars and took turns hugging Blaine and wishing him luck, David thinking that it would be appropriate to do so by making several rather vulgar gestures, for which Nick and Jeff promptly slapped him upside the head. Blaine sincerely thanked his friends for all they had done to help, before they climbed into Nick's car and took off, honking the horn loudly and waving goodbye at Blaine out the windows.

Blaine headed to his own car. It was time to pick up Kurt, and the butterflies in his stomach were going crazy. As he began to drive, however, the butterflies gave way to a heavy feeling of guilt in the pit of his stomach. He knew he was feeling guilty for lying to Burt – not just about being sick and needing to take the weekend off, but about dating Kurt. The guilty feelings had become stronger and more frequent as his relationship with Kurt progressed, and on a couple of occasions, Blaine had seriously re-considered his decision to not tell Burt about them. However, every time Blaine's father mentioned a nice daughter of one of his colleagues, or made some snippy comment about how Blaine's bowties made him look "faggy", Blaine was reminded of the unfortunate reality of his situation. He had to lie to Burt. It was his only chance of being able to date Kurt with any semblance of peace. If Burt found out about them, it would inevitably get back to Blaine's dad. Burt would either call him and tell him straight up, or he would fire Blaine, and then Blaine's dad would want to know why he was fired, and would no doubt call Burt himself for an explanation. If Blaine's dad found out about his relationship with Kurt, he'd make it impossible for them to see each other. He'd monitor his every action, and Blaine couldn't stand the thought of being kept apart from Kurt. He needed him in his life, and he was willing to do whatever it took to make sure that he never lost him.

At 5pm, Kurt waited at Mercedes' house with bated breath for Blaine to arrive and pick him up. Blaine couldn't pick Kurt up from his own house, and he was quite insistent on Kurt not taking his own car to their date location, so Mercedes' house seemed like the logical choice, since that was where he was supposed to be staying anyway. He and Mercedes were in her bedroom, and she was complaining loudly about the lack of solos that she was getting in Glee club, mostly due to Rachel Berry being her typical diva self and refusing to give up the spotlight. Kurt was only half-listening, and he kept glancing out of the window every thirty seconds or so, keeping an eye out for Blaine's green station wagon.

When the car finally pulled up outside Mercedes' house, Kurt grabbed his overnight bag and rushed down the stairs, Mercedes hot on his heels. He pulled open the front door to see Blaine climbing out of his car. He hadn't seen him since last Saturday, and he had missed him like crazy. He was standing by his car, grinning widely Kurt and eyes twinkling with joy, and Kurt stopped dead in his tracks when he saw him. He had seen Blaine in coveralls time and time again, and occasionally in his school uniform, but he had never seen him in regular clothes before. He had mentioned that he liked to wear bowties with collared shirts and cardigans, but Kurt was a little unprepared for the actual sight, which he found both unbelievably adorable and inexplicably sexy. Unable to contain himself any longer, Kurt ran down the driveway, dropping his bag on the way, and threw himself into Blaine's arms. Blaine laughed brightly as he lifted Kurt off the ground slightly and spun him around. It was a bit of a cheesy and cliché move, but Kurt squealed in surprise and delight, and then cringed in embarrassment at having made such an undignified sound. When Blaine put him down, Kurt quickly leaned in for a long, soft kiss.

"Happy anniversary, Blaine," he whispered as he pulled back.

Blaine groaned. "God, I've missed you. Happy anniversary, Kurt." He leaned back in to kiss Kurt again. He then wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist and opened his mouth, leaning into Kurt's body and kissing him passionately until he had to surface for air.

A loud wolf-whistle reminded them that they were not alone. "Save some for the big date, boys!" Mercedes called, and Kurt giggled, running back to hug Mercedes and grab his discarded bag.

He pecked Blaine on the lips one more time before getting in the car, hopping up and down on his seat excitedly.

"Blaaaaaine! Tell me where we're going," Kurt whined, fake-pouting as he stared at the unfamiliar scenery out of the window of Blaine's car. They had been driving for less than twenty minutes, but they were already in an area that Kurt didn't recognise. The deserted road was surrounded by thick forest on either side, and Kurt's iPhone had absolutely no signal.

Blaine just laughed, reaching over to squeeze Kurt's knee reassuringly. "No way am I telling you, it's a surprise."

"You're taking me into the woods to kill me, aren't you? You seduce innocent schoolboys with your dapper charm and devilish good looks, and then you murder them and chop their bodies into a million pieces, and bury them in the woods where nobody will ever find them."

Blaine grinned wickedly. He leaned over slightly towards Kurt's ear, and whispered in a husky tone. "If you want to pretend I'm a sadistic murderer and you're an innocent schoolboy, babe, all you had to do was ask. I can pretend to be evil." His breath was hot against Kurt's ear. He slowly ran his fingers up Kurt's thigh, his hand coming to rest on Kurt's crotch. He rubbed his fingers in slow circles, and Kurt let out a low moan, feeling himself beginning to get hard. Blaine seemed encouraged by this reaction, and lightly traced his fingers around the outline of Kurt's cock, which was now obviously straining against the material of his tight red skinny jeans. Suddenly, Blaine pulled his hand back to grip the steering wheel, leaving Kurt panting and with a full-blown erection throbbing painfully in his pants.

Kurt gaped at Blaine in shock and disbelief, and shifted slightly in his seat, his tight pants now even tighter. Although Blaine's eyes were firmly focused on the road, Kurt saw the corner of his mouth turn up in a self-satisfied smirk. He glared at his boyfriend. Oh, that's how it is? He thought to himself, a sudden rush of daring coursing through his body. Well, two can play at that game, mister.

Kurt reached a hand over to Blaine's lap without preamble, and expertly flicked open the button of his pants. Blaine looked over at Kurt in shock, his mouth open.

"Eyes on the road, honey," Kurt said, quirking an eyebrow and grinning mischievously. He then pulled down the zip of Blaine's fly and grazed his fingers along the length of Blaine's already hardening cock.

"Kurt?" Blaine squeaked, his voice high-pitched and breathless, "what are you doing?"

Kurt grinned wider as he reached into Blaine's boxer-briefs and pulled out his cock. "Not to worry, my dear – you can return the favour later tonight."

He gave Blaine's cock a few playful strokes as it swelled to full hardness. Blaine let out a soft whimper, and glanced quickly in Kurt's direction. Kurt smirked, leaned over, and licked a long stripe up the side of Blaine's cock, from the base to the tip. Blaine gasped, and the car jerked to the left. Kurt looked at up at him with a small frown on his face.

"Blaine, I'm going to need you to concentrate on the road here and not get us both killed, okay?"

Blaine let out a loud mewl as Kurt took the head of his cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and humming. "That's kind of hard when you're – Ahhh! Kurt, oh my god, where on earth did you learn to do that?"

Kurt smiled around Blaine's cock. He may not have any experience in the art of fellatio, but since he and Blaine started dating, he had taken the liberty of doing a little research online. Okay, a lot of research. Instead of telling Blaine this, however, he just sunk his mouth down, taking all of Blaine's length until the head of his cock hit the back of Kurt's throat. Then, he began to bob his head up and down, all the while sucking and humming and doing amazing things with his tongue.

As he continued to deepthroat Blaine's cock, Kurt became painfully aware of his own arousal. The sounds coming out of Blaine's mouth were positively exquisite. The soft moans and breathless whimpers filled the small car. Kurt moaned wantonly around Blaine's cock, and when Blaine whispered Kurt's name and thrust his hips up slightly, it became too much. He reached a hand underneath his body and expertly flicked open the button on his jeans, pulled down his fly, and pulled out his own throbbing erection. He was already maddeningly close to the edge, but he wanted Blaine to come first, so he pumped his own cock slowly, bobbing his head faster and sucking harder. The sudden change in speed and intensity caused Blaine to let out a loud groan.

"Kurt," he whimpered softly. "C-close…"

Kurt didn't slow down, instead taking Blaine as deep as he could, and letting out a low hum deep in the back of his throat. And then Blaine was coming with a strangled cry, and Kurt had already decided that he was going to swallow, but he hadn't expected that he would actually want to as much as he did right now. So he swallowed every drop eagerly, and the taste of Blaine in his mouth was enough to send him over the edge too, and with a choked moan he came all over his hand. Once he could see again and remember his name, he became aware that he still had Blaine's penis in his mouth, and he pulled off with a soft "pop", which caused Blaine let out another moan.

"Jesus, Kurt, oh my god…"

"Mmmm."

"That was amazing. Come here." Blaine grabbed Kurt by the back of his collar and lifted him up into a sitting position, tilting his head and kissing him deeply. Kurt was aware that Blaine must be tasting himself right now, and he was pretty sure he couldn't get hard again so quickly, but damn if his cock wasn't trying.

Suddenly, he became aware that the car was parked in a small clearing, and he pulled back to look at Blaine accusingly.

"Blaine! I was supposed to give you road head, not parked-car head! Why did you stop?"

Blaine let out a breathless giggle. "We're here. We arrived when you were about halfway through, but you seemed so into it you didn't even notice. It's probably for the best that we stopped, I'm not sure I would have been able to keep the car on the road during that mind-blowing orgasm you just gave me."

Kurt blushed.

"Shy all of a sudden?" Blaine asked, winking and grinning cheekily. "You realise that both of our cocks are still out, right?"

Kurt's blush deepened further as he hurried to put himself together and zip up his pants, using a Kleenex from Blaine's glove compartment to wipe his hand. Blaine leaned over to press a kiss to his temple.

"I seem to do a lot of blushing around you," Kurt mumbled.

"Mmm, I know the feeling," Blaine whispered, kissing Kurt's flushed cheek. "But I love it when you blush."

This, of course, caused Kurt to blush again, and Blaine laughed.

"Come on. It's time to see the surprise."

"Blaine, are we there yet?"

Blaine squeezed Kurt's hand tighter and flashed him a reassuring smile.

"It's about a 20-minute walk, babe, we should be there soon."

"Where are you taking me, though?"

"Like I said, it's a surprise. But I promise you'll like it. Oh, actually, I think it's just around the corner, I recognise that tree. Okay, now close your eyes."

"Oh my god, Blaine, it's already a surprise, why do I have to close my eyes?"

"Just close them."

"Fine, fine, they're closed."

"Are you sure you can't see anything?"

"No, Blaine, I can't see anything. Don't let me trip over a root!"

"I won't, I won't…okay, just a few more steps. Turn to your right. Okay, open your eyes."

Kurt gasped as he took in the sight in front of him.

He and Blaine had just emerged from a tiny path in a thick, beautiful forest. In front of them was a vast expanse of tall, lush grass and sweet-smelling wildflowers, which gave way to a beautiful, tranquil lake. The lake was flanked by forest on either side, and the sun was just beginning to set, so the sky was all shades of pink and orange, reflected off the sparkling water. The water was almost crystal clear, and a few families of swans and ducks glided across its still surface.

But best of all, in front of the lake, on the soft grass, was what could only be described as an elaborate bedsheet fort. Kurt remembered that when he was a young child and kids picked on him at school, he would drape sheets across the couches in the living room to build a fort, and he would fill it with pillows and teddy bears and sit in there for hours. His dad would usually join him, hugging him and holding him and reassuring him that the bullies were just jealous, and that things would get better. It was somewhere that he could feel safe, and protected.

Kurt looked at Blaine excitedly, before running towards the fort. When he came to the front, he pushed back the white sheet covering the entrance, and peered inside, letting out a soft gasp.

He immediately knew that it must have taken a lot of work to put the fort together. The corners were held up by thick tree branches that had been stuck deep into the earth. Several huge white sheets had been draped over the branches, and fell all the way to the floor, to form a square room. It was just high enough for Kurt to stand in, and each side of the square was about three metres long, so there was plenty of space. The ground was covered in dozens of large white, pink and purple cushions, and a couple of huge fluffy blankets. Along one of the walls sat an overnight bag, a picnic basket, a cooler, and a small gas lamp. Kurt bent down slowly and picked up one of the cushions, squeezing it to his chest. It was unbelievably soft, and had a soft rose scent.

Kurt stepped out of the entranceway of the fort, and saw that Blaine was standing a few feet away, shuffling nervously. Kurt walked to him slowly, took his face in his hands, and kissed him, slowly and deeply. The kiss was the longest that they had shared yet, and when they finally parted, there were teardrops hanging from Kurt's lashes.

"Blaine, this is amazing. You're amazing. Thank you so much for this, it's…it's beautiful."

Blaine grinned so widely and looked so pleased that Kurt couldn't help but pull him in for another quick kiss.

When they parted, Kurt smacked Blaine on the arm.

"Ow! What was that for?" Blaine asked, rubbing his arm in confusion.

"Do you remember the night that we got together, Blaine, and you told me that you weren't very good at romance?"

Blaine grinned sheepishly. "I take it you like the fort."

"I love the fort. Now are you going to go even a step further in proving yourself wrong and lie on the grass with me while we watch the sunset?"

"I'd love to."

Two hours later, Kurt and Blaine lay intertwined in the grass, gazing up at the stars. They had long since finished an amazing dinner and a bottle of sparkling grape cider (as Blaine's mom refused to get him champagne despite his pleading), and Blaine was enjoying just holding Kurt in his arms, and listening to the boy talk. He was babbling on about Glee club and his friends. Although he complained about Rachel being a diva and Santana being a bitch and Finn being an idiot, Blaine could hear the love and fondness in his tone. That was one thing that Blaine loved about Kurt the most – the way that he loved and cared for those around him, even if they didn't necessarily deserve it. And when Kurt talked about the things he loved, like singing and Glee club, he did so with such a fiery passion that it blew Blaine away, and he just loved the way that Kurt loved, with his whole being.

Blaine sat up slightly, leaning on his elbow so he could see Kurt's face. The soft moonlight on his face made his eyes sparkle and his skin glow luminously as he continued to speak, and Blaine was in absolute awe. And then, he just couldn't hold it in anymore.

"I love you."

Kurt stopped talking and turned to look Blaine in the eye, his lips parting slightly in surprise. He smiled. "I love you too," he said simply. Blaine's heart swelled with joy.

He leant down to kiss Kurt, slowly and deeply, and Blaine decided that he didn't ever want to stop doing this, ever. But unfortunately, it was starting to get quite cold. He let out an involuntary shudder, and Kurt pulled back with a chuckle, and climbed to his feet. Blaine let out a whine, and raised his arms to try and get Kurt to lie with him again. Kurt grinned down at him.

"Relax, my love. I'm just going to get a blanket or something. "

"Oh, ok," Blaine said. "Could you get me some socks too, please? They're in the overnight bag."

"Sure. Be back in a minute."

Kurt headed into the fort, and Blaine flopped onto his back in the grass, letting out a long sigh of contentment.

"Hey Blaine?"

Blaine turned on his stomach to look at the entrance to the fort, where Kurt was standing with a rather odd expression on his face that Blaine was having difficulty deciphering.

"Kurt? What's wrong?"

"Nothing…nothing's wrong. It's just…umm, I found these. They were in your bag." Kurt held up the box of condoms that Blaine had bought earlier that day.

Blaine blushed scarlet, and he was glad that it was dark enough that Kurt wouldn't be able to tell. "Oh, Kurt, I'm so sorry…I just wanted to be prepared, you know, just in case you wanted to…it doesn't mean that we have to, and I'm certainly not expecting anything, we should go at whatever pace you feel comfortable with, I just thought that maybe -"

" – Blaine. Stop freaking out and let me say something."

"Ok, ok, I'm sorry. You can talk."

"Good. Now, why don't you come inside so we can put these to good use?"

Blaine gawped up at his boyfriend, unsure of whether he'd heard right. With a sultry wink, Kurt slowly turned around, and walked back into the fort with a sway of his hips. Blaine was on his feet in milliseconds, and he ran up to the entrance, only to get tangled up in the sheet in his rush to get inside.

Kurt giggled from where he was lying on the bed of cushions. Once Blaine managed to disentangle himself, his face was bright red again. Kurt looked up at him, his eyes twinkling, and bit his lip nervously. Blaine let out a small groan because, unf, that was hot. He dropped to his knees and crawled over to Kurt, placing his legs on either side of Kurt's body, and bent down to kiss him on his lips, jaw, and neck. Kurt let out a breathless sigh, and it took all of Blaine's willpower to stop kissing Kurt for a moment.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Absolutely. Are you sure about this?"

"I've never been more sure of anything in my whole life."

"Good. Why are you still wearing clothes?"

Kurt reached up to pull Blaine's shirt over his head, as Blaine began working at the complex buttons on Kurt's vest. Kurt chuckled.

"Here, let me. My clothes are quite complex and difficult to get out of. I've had plenty of practice." Within a few seconds, Kurt's vest was discarded, and he was working on the buttons on his shirt. Blaine took it upon himself to place soft kisses upon every inch of Kurt's exposed skin, which caused Kurt to become distracted and fumble over his buttons. He pushed Blaine away gently.

"Pants. Off. Now."

Blaine willingly complied, and by the time he was done, Kurt had shucked his pants too, and they were both kneeling there in their underwear, their obvious arousals straining against the thin material of their boxer-briefs.

"Lie down," Blaine commanded, his voice heavy with lust as he took in Kurt's smooth, toned chest. As Kurt complied, Blaine leaned over and gripped the waistband of his boxer-briefs, and Kurt lifted his hips to allow Blaine to pull them off more easily. Blaine placed soft kisses to Kurt's stomach, and when his cock sprang free, he kissed the tip, which made Kurt buck his hips and let out a low moan. Once Blaine had pulled Kurt's underwear all the way off, he made quick work of his own, and he heard Kurt gasp when his erection sprang free. Then he leant down to kiss Kurt on his collarbone and chest. He sucked a soft pink nipple into his mouth, and Kurt let out a gasp of surprise, followed by several small moans that made it nearly impossible for Blaine not to touch himself. He released Kurt's nipple, and leaned up so that his face was directly above Kurt's.

"How do you want to do this?" He asked quietly.

"Oh," Kurt responded, looking unsure. "Umm, whatever you prefer is fine…"

Blaine thought about it for a second, before wrapping his legs around Kurt and flipping them around in one swift motion. Kurt squeaked in surprise.

"Lube is in the bag," Blaine breathed against Kurt's ear.

Kurt's eyes widened. "Oh…you mean, you want me to…?"

Blaine nodded. "I heard it's easier to be on your knees, but I really wanted to be able to see your face, at least for the first time, if that's okay..?"

Kurt nodded. "Yes, I'd prefer that too."

He reached over to grab the lube from the bag. He had read about how to do this, but he was still nervous as hell, and his hand shook as he popped open the bottle and poured lube onto his fingers, rubbing them together to warm it up.

Blaine lay on the cushions, his legs propped up and spread wide, his eyes dark with lust as he looked up at Kurt. The sight was almost enough to make Kurt come right there. He took a deep breath as he knelt between Blaine's legs and positioned a finger at his entrance.

"Are you ready?" He asked, his voice trembling slightly. Blaine nodded.

He pressed in slowly, eyes clouding over with arousal as the tight heat enveloped his finger. Blaine gasped beneath him, and Kurt looked up worriedly.

"Are you okay? Is it hurting you?"

"No, no, it just…feels kinda weird. Maybe you could…move it around a little bit?"

So Kurt moved his finger in and out, and Blaine's breathing began to speed up, small moans and sighs escaping his lips.

"Feels good," he mumbled. "More, please, Kurt…"

Kurt slowly pushed his middle finger in alongside the first, and Blaine moaned loudly at this, moving his hips to try to push the fingers deeper. Kurt's mouth dropped open as he took in the sight below him, and he quickly leaned down to place a wet, open-mouthed kiss on Blaine's panting mouth. When he pulled back, he remembered something that he'd read, and he crooked his fingers slightly, pressing them in deeper until he felt a little nub.

Blaine let out a strangled scream. Kurt smiled widely. Guess I found it, he thought, and he continued to rub Blaine's prostate, turning him into a screaming, writhing mess.

"More, please, Kurt, I need more, ohgodthatfeelssogood…"

Kurt pushed a third finger into Blaine's hole, and this time Blaine winced as it entered. Kurt gave him a moment to adjust before he began moving his fingers in and out again, being sure to hit Blaine's prostate each time. Blaine arched his back, moving his hips with the thrust of Kurt's fingers.

Suddenly, he stopped moving, and stared up at Kurt, eyes wide. "Please," he whimpered. "I want you."

Kurt groaned, and pulled his fingers out of Blaine. He whined at the loss, while Kurt fumbled around amongst the cushions, looking for the box of condoms. Blaine found it and handed it to him, and Kurt hurriedly tore one open, and slid it over his dick. He reached for the bottle of lube and squirted some into his palm, and he was so close that even just the few strokes that it took to lube himself up almost made him come. He took a moment to compose himself.

"Kuuuurt,"Blaine moaned.

"Just give me a second," Kurt said breathlessly, kneeling between Blaine's legs again, and he nodded in understanding.

After a minute or so, Kurt breathed in deeply and looked Blaine in the eyes. "Ok," he said shakily, "are you ready?"

Blaine nodded frantically, and Kurt couldn't help but grin at his eagerness. He kissed him quickly before positioning himself at his entrance and pushing in slowly, taking deep breaths and fighting the urge to thrust inside. Once he was all the way in, he looked up at Blaine's face. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut, and Kurt leant down to kiss him.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, just give me a moment…"

Blaine was so tight and hot around him, it took all of Kurt's strength to stay still, but he waited patiently for Blaine to adjust, softly kissing and sucking on his neck in the meantime.

After several seconds, Blaine opened his eyes. "Okay," he whispered. "You can move."

Kurt let breathed in sharply, pulling almost all the way out, before pushing back in slowly. Blaine moaned encouragingly, so Kurt did it again, and again, until Blaine was whimpering and moving his hips, trying to thrust back onto Kurt's cock.

"Kurt, harder, please…"

Kurt willingly complied, thrusting in harder and faster, and Blaine's moans and grunts increased in volume. Kurt reached around underneath Blaine's hips and lifted him up slightly, placing another cushion underneath, trying to get an angle where he could hit his prostate on every thrust. He knew he had succeeded when Blaine let out a loud scream of pleasure, his eyes rolling back in his head and his back arching as his fingers curled around the cushions next to him, squeezing tightly. Kurt reached out to take his hand, and intertwined their fingers. Blaine gripped his hand hard.

"Again," he moaned.

Kurt thrust up again, and again, building up a rhythm and hitting that spot every time. Blaine was making the most delicious sounds, wanton moans and breathless pants and gasps. Occasionally he would utter Kurt's name, his voice filled with lust and wanting and need. Kurt wasn't sure how much longer he could last.

Blaine looked incredible, back arched and legs trembling, a light sheen of sweat covering his olive skin. His head was thrown back and his hair was plastered to his forehead, his mouth slightly agape.

"Blaine," Kurt gasped, his rhythm becoming slightly erratic as he neared his orgasm, "I'm close."

Blaine threw his head back further, letting out a loud whimper as he angled his hips upwards so Kurt could thrust even deeper. "Me too," he groaned, "so close, Kurt."

Kurt reached his free hand up to grip Blaine's cock in his hand, some lube still left on his fingers. He didn't even need to pump his hand, as Blaine was thrusting into his fist, one, two, three times, and then he let out a scream of pure pleasure, his hole clenching around Kurt's cock. That was all it took for Kurt to fall over the edge as well, and he let out a choked moan as he buried himself deep inside Blaine and came harder than he had ever come in his life.

Kurt collapsed on top of Blaine, and they lay there for several minutes, panting heavily in an attempt to regain their breath. After a while, Kurt kissed Blaine's lips tenderly, before gingerly pulling out. Blaine winced at the loss, and quickly pulled Kurt back to his body, curling his arms around his naked torso and intertwining their legs. Their faces were just an inch apart, and Kurt leaned forward, rubbing his nose against Blaine's in a sweet eskimo kiss.

"I love you so much, Blaine," he whispered. "That was amazing. You're amazing."

Blaine breathed in deeply, and he could smell Kurt's sweet scent of vanilla and honey and rose, tinged with something else that he soon recognised as sex. He decided that it was a scent that he liked very, very much.

"This has been the best night of my life," he responded honestly.

"Me too," said Kurt, bringing Blaine's hand up to his mouth and kissing his knuckles softly. "I'm so thankful to have met you."

Their lips met in a slow, languid kiss, both boys loose-limbed and exhausted. When Kurt yawned against Blaine's lips, he chuckled, and pulled a blanket over the both of them.

"I think it's probably time to get some sleep," he said, pulling Kurt closer so that their chests were touching.

"I think you're right," Kurt yawned in response, his eyes already closed.

"Hey Kurt?"

"Mmm?"

"Say it one more time?"

"I love you, Blaine."

"I love you too, Kurt."

He placed one final kiss to Kurt's forehead, before drifting off to sleep.

At 7am, Burt Hummel was already dressed in his coveralls, and was eating his breakfast when his wife Carole came downstairs in her dressing gown.

"'Mornin', beautiful," he grunted, smiling at her as she sat down at the dining table.

"Good morning," she replied, a small frown on her face. "What's going on? I thought we were going out for breakfast today."

"I'm sorry, love, but I can't, I gotta work today. Blaine's sick so he's taking the weekend off, and Kurt's gone to Mercedes' house for a sleepover, he was pretty adamant about needing to go. Apparently she's having boy troubles, or something."

Carole sighed in disappointment. Burt reached across the table and squeezed her hand in apology. "I'm sorry, babe. Some other time."

Suddenly, Carole's face brightened. "Maybe I could go and pick Kurt up a little early? He's an early riser, and we've both been talking about having breakfast at that new vegetarian place sometime. It's been a while since we've had any one-on-one bonding time."

Burt smiled widely at his wife's enthusiasm. He was so thankful that Carole and Kurt got along – they were the most important people in his life. Not that their friendship came as much of a surprise to him – after all, they were both such loving, wonderful people. When he met Carole, he had been a little worried that Kurt would think he was trying to replace Elizabeth, Kurt's mother. But Kurt had been nothing but supportive, and had been truly thrilled to see Burt happy again. He really did have the best family anyone could ever ask for, Finn included.

"I think that's a great idea, honey. You two have fun. Maybe take him shopping too, he'd enjoy that."

Carole's eyes lit up at the prospect of shopping with Kurt, and Burt leant across the table to kiss her on the cheek, before heading out to the garage.

An hour later, Burt was busy at work when his cellphone rang in his pocket. He saw that it was Carole calling, and accepted the call.

"Hi, beautiful."

"Burt, we have a problem."

"What's wrong? Did your car break down again?"

"No…it's Kurt. He's not at Mercedes' house."

"What? What do you mean, he's not at Mercedes' house?"

"I mean, I got here, and Mercedes answered the door. I asked if I could take him out for breakfast, and she panicked. She told me he'd driven out to get breakfast already, but I could tell she was lying. His car was parked across the street. So I demanded to know where he was, and Burt, don't…don't freak out okay?"

"I'm already freaking out, Carole, what did she say?"

"She said he's gone out with his boyfriend. For the night."

Burt almost dropped the phone in shock. His boyfriend? No…no, Kurt couldn't have a boyfriend. He would have told him. They told each other everything.

"His boyfriend? This is the first I'm hearing about a boyfriend! Who is it?"

"She wouldn't tell me! She said it's not her place to say! I tried to call Kurt but it kept going to voicemail."

"Well, where did they go?"

"She doesn't know. Kurt didn't even know, apparently it was a surprise."

Burt practically growled into the phone in frustration.

"You mean to tell me that my son has been out all night, in some unknown location with some mystery boy he's been seeing behind my back, and he's completely unreachable? What if this boy hurt him, tried to force him into something? God, what if someone else saw them and hurt them? This is Lima! Kurt's a strong person but we both know he wouldn't do well in a physical confrontation."

"I know, I know!" Carole sounded very upset, borderline hysterical. "But, Burt, listen to me. Mercedes gave me the number of one of the boy's friends, David. She said he might be able to tell us where he is. Do you have a pen?"

Burt rushed into the office, grabbing a pen and piece of paper, and taking down the number that Carole gave him. He hung up and quickly dialled the other number, his hands trembling with worry.

"Hello?"

"Is this David?"

"Yup, who's this?"

"This is Burt Hummel speaking."

"Burt Humm…shit."

"'Shit' is right. And you are going to be in some pretty big shit if you don't tell me where my son is."

"Mr. Hummel, I -"

"WHERE THE HELL IS MY SON, KID?"

"At Wellsford Lake! It's just off the -"

Burt hung up. He knew where Wellsford Lake was. He had been there once with Elizabeth and Kurt, back when Kurt was just a toddler.

He grabbed his keys off the desk and ran out to his truck.

By the time Burt arrived at the lake, he had had plenty of time for his mind to go through all the possible worst-case scenarios of what could have happened to his son.

The lake was almost totally isolated, and nobody would be able to hear him screaming for help if that 'boyfriend' decided to hurt him.

If some homophobic, asshole guys decided to camp out at the lake and saw a young, vulnerable gay couple, there would be nobody to help them. There wasn't even any cell reception in this area.

His heart pounded in his chest as he parked his car, and hurried along the dirt path to the lake.

He wasn't particularly fit, but the adrenaline kept him going, and he made quick time, cutting the 20-minute walk in half. As he burst out of the thick trees, he spotted some kind of fort/marquee-like contraption that looked like it was built out of bedsheets. He ran towards it.

"Kurt!" He called, gasping for breath. "Kurt, are you okay? Kurt!" He saw a loose sheet blowing in the wind, and figured that it must be the entrance. He pulled it back, and stepped inside. He stopped short at the sight before him.

Kurt was lying on the floor, which was covered with cushions. He was just beginning to stir. His lower half was covered with a purple blanket, but he was very clearly naked, as was the boy next to him who was lying on his stomach. Their clothes appeared to be strewn around them. Burt couldn't see the other boy's face, but he could see that right beside him lay an open box of condoms and a bottle of KY.

Burt heard a loud gasp, which let him know that Kurt had woken up, and had noticed his presence. He turned to face him.

He looked like a deer caught in the headlights, his eyes wide and hair dishevelled. "Dad!" He squeaked, his voice panicked, as he pulled the blanket up, trying to conceal his body further.

The boy next to him began to stir, and Kurt turned to him with his panicked eyes as he mumbled Kurt's name softly. Then he rolled over, and Burt gasped in shock.

Blaine.