"Are you sure this is safe?" I questioned him as I sucked at my bottom lip; which was a nervous habit of mine. Kurt chuckled in the same, dark, way he often did. He got onto the bike and put on his helmet before thrusting me my own. Fuck, he looked as if he should be featured in one of those gay porn magazines my brother, Cooper, gave me as a gag gift for my birthday.

Well... semi-gag gift.

Don't judge me.

"Put this on," he instructed. I did as he told me, but I continued to stand in the middle of the parking lot like a complete dumbass. "Now, get on the bike." His voice was a bit condescending, but it didn't bother me. I was being an idiot.

I struggled to hop up onto the motorcycle and sit behind him. Eventually, I did so.. but it wasn't at all gracefully. Kurt laughed and turned his head to look at me the best he could, taking into consideration we were both wearing helmets.

"You ready?" he asked.

No.

"Yeah," I answered softly, wrapping my arms around him tightly. There was no way I could do this without holding onto him.

"Perfect," he said, turning his head around and putting his foot on the gays. The thing roared to life; it was the loudest noise I'd ever heard in my life. It shook my entire body. I didn't know how people rode these damn things every day... I was fucking scared shitless and we weren't even moving yet.

Before I knew it, we were moving. Holy mother fucking shit we were moving. It felt like we were going a hundred-miles, but we weren't. We were going like, fifty. I was still horribly frightened, though.

Fuck, I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die a virgin.

I'd never been on a motorcycle before-could you tell?-so I was horrified. Completely horrified... except for the fact that Kurt was tight there with me. If he hadn't been, I'd have probably pissed myself.

Not long after we'd been riding we stopped at a light. God, I'd never had such an adrenaline rush in my life. I can't even imagine driving one of these things.

"You having fun?" Kurt asked from in front of me.

"Yeah, but I'm a kind of scared!" I yelled, only because the bike was still so damn loud.

"Don't be scared, Babe," he yelled back, right before pressing his food down on the gas again. "I wouldn't ever let you get hurt."

Before I could respond, the bike continued to speed off. This time I wasn't as scared. It was nice, actually... Kurt made me feel sage only with a few words, when only a few seconds ago I was scared out of my mind. In all honestly, I was a bit turned on.

Fine, a lot turned.

But, I had a right to be. Kurt looked fucking hot and I was pressed right up against his ass. So, yeah, of course I was turned on. Who wouldn't be

We continued to drive on to... wherever he was taking us. I had no idea where we were going, but he seemed to, so I just went along for the ride. I trusted him. It was hard not to trust him, honestly. He always knew exactly what to say to make me feel better.

It was about an hour of a ride, but eventually we pulled up to a park. I'd never been-or even heard-of the place before. Honestly, I had no idea where we even were. Kurt parked his bike in the first available parking spot, which wasn't hard considering there was next to no one in the park.

Kurt got off and helped me off as well. I handed him my helmet and he locked it in with the other. "So, what did you think?" he asked with a knowing smirk. I wonder if he could tell how turned on I was?

Of-fucking-course he can. You were pressed right up against his ass, moron.

"I loved it," I admitted. "I was a bit scared at first... but you changed that."

Kurt chuckled and reached out for my hand. "C'mon, I wanna show you something."

-0-

It was a small lake at the very, very back of the park. We had to walk through the woods at least a mile before getting there. Eventually, I got tired and Kurt offered to give me a piggy-back ride. Honestly, I thought he was joking around, but apparently he wasn't. He rolled his eyes at me like he did so often-it was an oddly affection eye roll, though-and practically forced me up onto his back. I was pleasantly surprised about how strong Kurt really was.

"Why are we here?" I asked him once he put me down.

He sighed happily and looked out at the lake. "I used to come here when I was little," he said softly with a sort of sad nostalgia lingering in his voice. "My dad used to bring me here... he always tried to get me to fish with him, but I would start crying whenever he pulled them out of the water. All I could think about was how much pain they were in and how he was taking them away from their families." Kurt looked to the side, away from me, and brought a hand to his eyes.

Was he... crying?

"One day he sat me down on his lap on that dock over there," he pointed to an old dick that was almost falling apart. It looked disgusting, actually, but Kurt seemed to hold it dear to him. "He told me that he'd always throw them back in, and that they weren't in that much pain." He paused and took a really deep, shaky, breath before wiping at his eyes once again. "And he told me that no matter what happens, you always find your way back to the ones who love you." He gave a sad chuckle before looking at me; I could see the tears shinning in his beautiful glasz eyes. "They-they died two weeks after he told me that."

"How did they die?" I asked quietly.

Kurt bit his lip and winced a little. "Can we sit?" he asked. I nodded and we walked over to the decrepit looking dock. He sat down at the edge and I joined him, reaching out so that I could take his hand again.

Once we were both sitting with our fingers interlaced, he looked out into the water; obviously trying to remember his childhood. "I was at my friend Quinn's house. My parents had wanted to go out to eat without me for their anniversary so I was spending the night there. It was all so normal; Quinn and I were playing up in her room as we usually did when I spent the night there..." he chuckled softly and looked down into his lap where our hands lay together. "We didn't fall asleep till late, so we slept most of the day. We woke up the next morning and went downstairs to eat, but there were two cops in the room. Quinn's mom was crying and her dad just looked as if someone had punched him in the gut. Quinn looked really scared, so she grabbed onto my arm really tight. She always did that when she was scared..." He bit his lip and winced again. "Anyways, I asked them what was wrong and... and..." He took another long, deep, breath; I knew it was just another attempt to keep himself from crying again. "One police officer walked up to me and said, 'Son, your parents died in a car crash last night. A drunk driver came out of nowhere and hit the car. Your father lost control of the vehicle and it flipped over three times and landed in the ravine.' Then he turned to leave. The other didn't even say anything to me; they just left." He sniggled gently and shook his head. "All I can remember was thinking of my mother's last words to me. 'I love you, little chipmunk.'..."

"Little chipmunk?"

Kurt laughed a little and nodded. "Yeah... she used to call me that because I was so small, happy and hyperactive."

We both giggled a little before I reached over with my spare hand and wiped at the tears that had fallen from Kurt's eyes. "I'm sorry, Baby," I said softly. "They seemed like they were really great people."

Kurt nodded and leaned into my touch a little. "Yeah, they were," he whispered. "I know it's stupid, but I still really miss them."

"It's not stupid," I said gently as I leaned over to kiss his cheek. "It's only been seven years, Kurt. You're allowed to miss them and be upset."

He chuckled humorlessly, but this time I didn't get the joke. "Yeah, seven."

We were both quiet for a few moments. Kurt put his head on my shoulder and gave my hand a small squeeze. "I've never told anyone that before," he whispered before kind of looking up at me. "Thank you for listening."

I smiled and pressed a gently kiss to his forehead. "I told you: I'll always be here to listen to you."

Kurt cuddled into my side and I wrapped my arms around him. There was another silence, but this time it was longer.

After a while, Kurt pulled away from me and smiled softly. "You're the best friend I've ever had," Kurt whispered with that same, beautiful, slightly brighter smile. "But you're a lot more than that."

"I am?" I questioned. Kurt nodded and moved impossibly closer to me. He took his hand and moved it to my cheek. My skin caught on fire to the touch; my heart was beating so fast I was sure he could feel it. I had no idea what was going on, but I definitely liked it.

"Of course you are," he whispered; it may have been my imagination, but I thought he was moving closer to me. Much, much, much closer...

I sucked gently at my bottom lip and let out a gentle breath. I was nervous. God, why was I so nervous? "Are you gonna kiss me?" I asked gently. I'd never been kissed before. The thought of Kurt being my first kiss... my first... it made me happier than anyone could ever imagine.

"Do you want me to kiss you?" he countered.

I did; fuck, I wanted him to kiss me so had it physically hurt. I'd wanted him to kiss me since the first day I'd seen him leaning against his locker, giving these horrible glares to everyone I hated at that god-awful school. I'd wanted him to kiss me even more once I got to know him.

"I do," I answered quietly. I tried to talk louder, but I couldn't. My voice wasn't working for, for whatever reason.

Kurt continued to move closer to me, stopping once he was only about half an inch away from my lips. We were both completely still; neither of us saying anything, or even breathing too heavily for that matter. I was afraid to move. Maybe he'd pull away... Maybe he wouldn't want to kiss me anymore...

Before I knew it, he was kissing me. His lips were on mine, sliding slowly and chastely in time with my own. The kiss was slow and gentle: it was everything I could have wanted in a first kiss and so much more. I never wanted to stop kissing him. If I could have been like this-his hand on my cheek, gently caressing my skin with his thumb-forever, I'd have been the happiest person in the world. I wish I could have been... and something was telling me he felt the same.

I leaned back so that he was practically laying on top of me on that old, nasty dock that obviously meant so much to Kurt. Me too, after that. He barely pulled away from me, only enough to take a short breath and surge his lips against mine again.

I couldn't help but to let a tiny moan escape my lips. It was impossible not to; he was practically straddling me by now. The kiss had lost all of its once chaste nature, and the way his hand was rubbing gently at my cheek... my sides... my thigh...

"Woah," whispered as he pulled away.

"What? Shit, did I go too far?" he asked with the most horrified expression on his face I'd ever seen. He sat up and looked out into the distance. "I'm sorry, babe," he said gently. I didn't think that it was that big a deal; I mean, isn't that what happens when two hormone driven teenagers make out?

I sat up and scooted closer to Kurt. "Hey, it's okay," I comforted him. "I'm not pissed, I just..." I but my lip a little and shook my head. "You were my first kiss... I'm not sure how any of this works."

Kurt nodded and smiled gently at me. He leaned in a little closer to me. "I can go slow... for once." He smiled even brighter and leaned closer enough so that his lips were just barely on mine.

"Thanks," I whispered. In a matter of seconds, Kurt's lips were sliding against mine again. It wasn't nearly as heated tis time; it was really slow and sweet.

I couldn't have dreamed of a better first kiss.

-0-

I really don't know how long Kurt and I made out on the old dock. It must have been a while, though, considering it was starting to get dark. The sun was setting behind the little lake; it was one of the most serine things I'd ever seen.

As the sun was setting, Kurt pulled his lips away from mine. "I love it when the sun sets," he whispered, more to himself than to me. "My mom and I used to watch it set together all the time..." his voice trailed off, just as it usually did when he talked about anything related to his past. It hurt to see him so pained about the death of his parents... and so much more I was sure he wasn't telling me.

"I wish you weren't alone all the time... If I could, I'd be with you all the time-"

"I'm not alone all the time," he interjected. "I have two friends who come and see me when they're able to."

"I thought you said you didn't have any friends at your old school?" I questioned; there seemed to be so many irregularities in Kurt's life, but I refused to believe the boy who gave me my first kiss was lying to me.

"I didn't. It's Quinn and her girlfriend. They come around sometimes," he chuckled a little, "they're kind of my partners in crime."

I smiled a little and wrapped my arms around him. "I still wish I could be with you more."

Kurt leaned his head against mine and put his hands on my arms. "Me too, babe," he murmured into my ear.

We were quiet for a while, but of us watching the sun slowly disappear behind the water. Kurt had that same nostalgic aura around him; he was so deep in thought, I wanted so badly to know exactly what he was thinking about.

Thoughts of our kiss-kisses really-plagued my mind. Kurt was constantly on my mind. We were so comfortable around each other, a comfort that I was sure Kurt didn't share with just anyone. It was more than that, thought. I mean, we just made out for about an hour for fuck's sake. We were continuously holding hands... we called each other pet names...

Were we... were we boyfriends?