Kurt seemed to have eased up around Brittany and Santana; he actually seemed as he were having fun for once. It was nice to see him so open and normal... He never seemed to be like that. There was another part of him, however, a part of him that was sort of... sheltered. Not the normal sheltered, though. It was different, in a way, but I wasn't sure how exactly.

Nevertheless, Kurt and I, including Brittany and Santana, had fun together at the mall. Something told me that it was the first time Kurt had had fun, like real teenage fun. His life-at least, what he told me about it-seemed so abnormal and sad. Definitely sad.

The next few days were like that: normal. Kurt and I were normal teenagers in a normal teenage relationship. It was normal for once. No fights, no depressing backstories, it was just normal. I thought that it would last forever... At least, I really hoped so.

-0-

"We..." kiss, "...We're supposed to meet Brittany and Santana in a few minutes," God, Kurt, shut up... "And we should probably get go-"

I rolled my eyes and flipped us over so I was laying on top of Kurt, instead of vice-versa. I didn't understand why he felt the need to stop making out. It was his idea, and it's not like Britt and San care about impeccable timing. Hell, they'll probably be later than we'll be. "Shut up and kiss me," I muttered before leaning back into kiss him again. And again. And again. "It doesn't matter if they're waiting; I want to make out with my boyfriend."

Boyfriend. It was so nice to be able to say that I had a boyfriend, and that my boyfriend was Kurt.

Kurt let out a little groan and sighed a tiny bit. "We can't keep making out like this." He sat up and I sat back so I was resting on his knees lightly. "You're way too hot for me not to want to go further with you."

"Fine, then let's do it, then," I whispered, leaning so I was whispering into his ear. We'd been dating for about two weeks. Maybe it was a little soon, but I didn't care. We'd been making out pretty heatedly lately and I honestly didn't think Kurt would reject the idea. Think being the keyword. I thought he'd want to have sex with me...

Kurt laughed that condescending but yet not so condescending laugh again and shook his head. He pushed me off of him gently and stood up to put his shirt back on-I wasn't kidding when I said heated make outs-and handed me my own. "We have plans with our friends," he said, leaning down and giving me a gentle kiss.

I sighed and leaned back on his mattress. "This is the third time you've turned me down this week," I pointed out with a quite obvious pout. "Don't you want to?"

Kurt grabbed the keys to his motorcycle and both of our helmets, tossing me mine and sitting on the edge of the mattress. "Baby, it's not that I don't want to, it's that I don't think we should."

I raised my brow and moved closer to him, wrapping my arms around my boyfriend's waist and putting my chin atop his shoulder. "That doesn't make any sense," I said in a sigh.

Kurt leaned back into me a little and looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes that sort of shown with this mystic, glittery, silver... type... color. "Don't you want your first time to be special? To mean something?" He asked but he didn't wait for an answer: we both knew the answer. He turned out of my arms so that he was facing me. He put his hand gently on my face and cupped my cheek before leaning in and gently kissing me. "You mean so much to me, Blaine, and I... I don't want you to do something with me you'll regret."

"Kurt, I'd never..."

He kissed me again gently, this time holding the kiss a bit longer. When he pulled away, he smiled softly at me and kissed my forehead gently. "I know you think you wouldn't, but you never know what might happen." He smiled softly and got off of his mattress and to the mirror to fix his hair.

I sighed and flopped back on the bed. "You're crazy," I muttered. How could he think that in any way, shape or form I'd regret having sex with him? I mean, I love him. Why would I regret anything?

Kurt turned around from the mirror that hung lamely on his paint-chipped wall and smiled an over exaggerated, cheesy smile. "Crazy about you!"

I rolled my eyes and once he turned around I threw a pillow at him so he couldn't see it in the mirror... or so I thought; somehow, he caught it.

"Get ready, throwy," he said as he grabbed his helmet again. "I'll be downstairs." Kurt smiled and opened the door for himself and made his way downstairs.

I groaned and sat back up on his mattress. Again, I felt as if there was something Kurt wasn't telling me. I got up from his bed and walked over to the mirror that Kurt was once at just moments ago to retie my bowtie. I couldn't help but not to think about why Kurt had told me no so many times, and I wasn't buying that whole I want it to be special for you crap. He should know that no matter when or where we are, as long as I'm with him it's damn right going to be special.

I don't mean to sound like a pushy boyfriend, but it just didn't make sense to me. Kurt had told me, vaguely, about how before he was with me he was... well, he's definitely not a virgin. I couldn't see why it was any different. Then again, I was probably over thinking the whole thing.

I grabbed my helmet and made my way downstairs to him, the whole way thinking about why or why not he wasn't saying yes. It sort of baffled me, in a way. I knew I was thinking about it too much, but I couldn't help but to feel as if I were missing an important piece of the puzzle that I call my boyfriend.

As I walked down the flights of stairs-I really wish his apartment building had an elevator-and to the main entrance, I stopped. I couldn't make out to who it was, but there was someone standing on the other side of Kurt's motorcycle. He was tall-almost abnormally tall-with dark brunette hair and he dressed in a sort of old, way too over dressed, fashion. I squinted a little to see what I could make out from their conversation, but I couldn't tell much. All I could tell was that Kurt didn't like what's-his-face very much. He was standing up completely straight with his arms crossed across his chest in a defensive manor.

I sighed and opened the door; knowing Kurt and his hot-head, if the guy pissed him off he'd probably end up fighting him right here in the middle of the run down parking lot. I walked quickly over to them and put my hand on Kurt's shoulder. "Hey, I'm ready," I said gently, trying to sound as normal as I could. Whoever this guy was, he was making Kurt extremely uneasy.

It took Kurt a few seconds to break his deadly glare from the man to me. "Great, let's go," he said, putting his helmet on and getting onto his bike quickly. I tried to do the same, but I could before the man cut in.

"Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend, Hummel?" the man asked. His voice was low and sinister... I didn't like it. I still couldn't quite make out his face, but he still scared the shit out of me.

"Stay away from him, Azazel," Kurt snapped. "You get any closer to him and I swear to God I'll-"

"You'll what?" The man-Azazel, apparently-laughed. What was this guy's deal?

"I think we both know that I won't hesitate to ri-..." Kurt bit down on his lip and growled. "Blaine, get on the bike," he muttered, his voice slightly muffled by his helmet.

"Kurt..."

"Now!" he snapped. I was surprised by the harshness and defensiveness in Kurt's voice, almost so much that I didn't want to get on with him, but the only other option was staying here with tall, dark and creepy. I thought going with my somewhat hot-head, angry, boyfriend was a better option.

"Remember why you're here, Hummel," the man growled as Kurt started the engine, almost before I had a chance to sit down and grab onto him.

"Bite me," Kurt hissed before completely taking off.

"What the hell was that?" I demanded; I'd never seen Kurt like that before. Sure, I'd seen him angry as all get out, like the one day when that Grant douche insulted us in History... But that was nothing compared to this. I could see in his eyes that if he had the chance, he would've probably hurt the man. Like, really hurt him... Honestly? I was kind of scared.

I heard him mutter something, but it was muffled by the engine, but when I asked him to repeat himself, all he responded with was a loud, "Not now!"

I decided to leave it at that for the time being. Even if I was completely riddled with confusion.

-0-

The rest of the ride to the movie theatre was silent. Even when we both got off his bike and walked inside to meet the girls, we were both completely silent. It wasn't till we got into line to get our tickets that he broke the ice.

"I'm sorry," he whispered off into the distance. He sighed a tiny bit and reached over to grabbed for my fingers and entwine them with his own. "I snapped and I shouldn't have. The only reason I was so... abrasive was because Azazel... He's bad news. I didn't want you to be around him."

I looked over at Kurt, who was looking straight in front of us, pretending to look at a movie poster. Why did he always feel the need to protect me? I pulled my hand away from his and crossed my arms across my chest. "I can take care of myself," I grumbled.

Kurt shook his head and put his hand gently on my shoulder. "Not with Azazel, okay? There's... there's things about him... and me, that you don't know, Babe. Things that I just can't tell you, okay?" He gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze and leaned in gently, pressing a soft kiss to my temple before moving his hand down to my lower back. The movement gave me chills, everywhere throughout my body. I hated that he had the ability to do that to me, no matter how angry I was at him.

"Things? What kind of things?" I tried asking, but before he could give me an answer, it was our turn to order tickets. I grabbed my wallet to pay, but Kurt shook his head and pulled out his own.

"This is on me, okay?" he said and smiled, looking at the woman at the counter and handing her a twenty. "Two for Star Trek."

I laughed softly as she handed us our tickets and we walked over to the concession stand. "I never took you as a Trekkie."

Kurt laughed and nodded a little. "Yeah, well... my dad used to make me watch it with him every week when I was little. He loved it... I loved it."

"Wait... your dad made you watch Star Trek with him every week?" I asked with my brow raised.

Kurt still a moment before nodding. "Uh, yeah. We had all of them on DVD. We'd watch an episode every week, like it was first airing." Before he could continue, he started to order our popcorn, drinks and candy. There was something weird about what he was saying, but I just shrugged it off. It wasn't a big deal, really.

The second we got our drinks and food, he handed me mind and reached for my hand again. This time, I didn't pull away. We walked towards the theatre, hand in hand, to meet Brittany and Santana. I looked at the clock on the wall and realized that, surprisingly, we were right on time.

We made our way into the theatre and sat in the back row-Santana said the only way she'd see a Star Trek movie with us was if she could sit in the back and make out with Brittany-and got settled into our seats. Kurt smiled as we sat down and put his head down on my shoulder. "Can we not fight anymore today? I don't like it," he pouted.

I laughed and bent down, pressing a gentle kiss to his pout. "Yes sir," I said softly before kissing him again... and again... and again...

I shook my head and pulled away from him. If we were going to make out, we were going to have to wait until the lights were dimmed and the movie was playing. I smiled at him and pressed a gentle kiss to his nose. "Can I ask you something?"

Kurt nodded and grabbed a handful of popcorn and started to eat it. "Of course."

"Can... can you explain what the hell happened at your apartment?" I asked, slightly timidly. I could tell it was a sore subject with him.

He sighed and took a sip of his coke before shaking his head. "It's complicated. I-I... I can't explain it, okay? Not here, not now."

"Can you at least tell me who he was?"

Kurt was quiet a moment. He was gently sucking at his bottom lip in thought... it was fucking impossible to pay attention to anything else. I couldn't understand how something so simple was so... so sexy...

Finally, Kurt looked back over at me and sighed. "He's... he's an old acquaintance, you could say. We're not exactly on the best of terms."

"What do you mean?" I questioned. This whole thing was so weird...

"He's horrible. He's an asshole and a complete jerk. I didn't want you around him any longer than you had to be."

"What-?"

"Can we not talk about this now?" he asked with a soft harshness to his voice. It was weird; he almost sounded... scared. "Brittany and Santana are here," he muttered as he stood up to let Santana and Brittany into the row of seats.

"I can't believe I have to watch a fucking Star Trek movie," Santana grumbled to Brittany, not even bothering to say hi to either of us.

"It won't be that bad," Brittany said softly before smiling at the both of us.

I laughed softly and shook my head as I sat back down. Just as I predicted earlier that day, Santana and Brittany were late. Just as they sat down and got situated the lights began to dim and the movie began to play. Kurt put his head down on my shoulder and grabbed my hand again. I smiled softly and buried my nose in his chestnut hair, giving his head a small kiss. No matter how weird or strained things were with Kurt sometimes, I loved him.

I loved him so much.

-0-

Again, as I previously predicted, Santana and Brittany made out the whole movie. Literally, the whole movie. For a second there I thought they were gonna start having sex... Luckily, they didn't. I was surprised that Kurt didn't want to make out during the movie. He actually made little comments throughout the movie, comparing the modern movie to the original show. Honestly, it was really cute. I hadn't realized how big a dork Kurt was till then.

The ride home was pleasantly silent. I wrapped my arms tightly around his waist and gently drew small hearts with my finger against his stomach. I couldn't believe the first time I rode with him that I was actually afraid; it was now when I felt my absolute safest.

The second we walked up the stairs to my room, it started. It actually started with him giving me a gentle kiss once we got to the top of the stairs. Then I kissed back, and before I knew it Kurt had me pressed against the wall kissing me heatedly. I moaned into his mouth and moved my hand to cup the back of his neck. God, it felt amazing to make out like this with him, to feel him so close to me.

I groaned and pulled away from him for a moment. "Let's go in-" before I could finish, Kurt pressed his lips against my own as we stumbled inside my room.

We walked backwards towards my bed until we both toppled down on it, Kurt on top of me and beginning to kiss down my neck. I moaned yet again and let my head fall back against my bed. I was extremely grateful that my parents weren't home.

Before I knew it, both of our shirts were off and we were grinding against each other, both moaning and groaning into each other's mouths. I moved my hands down to his lower back, then to his ass and continued to kiss him again; the kiss was all teeth and tongue, both of us caught up in each other's bodies.

"Fuck... Kurt, please..." I moaned out without really meaning to. Kurt moaned softly before pulling away from me and looking at me with... holy shit... what was happening?

He sat up to hide his face from me, but I could still sort of see it. "Kurt... your face..."

"I-I have to go," he whispered in a low, harsh, un-Kurt-like voice. He started to get up, but I grabbed onto his wrist and moved closer to him to attempt to try to see his face. I couldn't really see what had happened, but his face was changing. One second he was normal, then next... I couldn't really tell what exactly had happened, but I could tell his face had turned paler than normal. His breathing was heavy and it sounded as if he were in pain.

"Kurt, baby, what's wrong?" I pleaded, trying to maneuver around him to get a good look at his face, but he kept dodging me.

"Let go of me," he growled, pulling his wrist from me and standing up with so much power that I fell back. "I need to...to leave."

"Kurt-"

He was gone. I hadn't even seen him leave, but he was gone. I looked around my room to see if he'd simply bent down and I couldn't see him due to the darkness of the room, but that wasn't the case.

He was just gone... It was as if her disappeared into thin air.