Having taken the first step into the physical aspect of their relationship had taken the intimacy of Kurt and Blaine's time together to a whole new level. Now that they finally knew what it was like, it was hard to keep their hands off each other. When they were studying on Kurt's bed Blaine couldn't help staring at him, letting his pencil roll over Kurt's book so he could sneak in a kiss, and when they were having dinner with Blaine's parents

Kurt couldn't help brushing a finger over Blaine's thigh under the table. In glee club and in the halls of school they snuck their hands together. When in the auditorium for Mr. Schue's booty camp they allowed their eyes to travel around the other's body as he was dancing.

The feeling of Kurt's body under Blaine's hands was incredible. Not just the feeling of holding Kurt's hand, or brushing a hand down his back, or cupping his cheek when they were kissing. All of those things were amazing, and surely enough to get Blaine's pulse to sky-rocket. Yet, the feeling of being allowed to travel a hand up his thigh, or run his fingertips over the skin of his hip under his shirt – that was unearthly.

Right now they had just entered Blaine's room. His parents were out of town and Kurt had taken Blaine out for dinner in a fancy restaurant. They had walked back to Blaine's house, hand-in-hand, and talked about all and nothing. It was a cold December evening so they were both freezing, cheeks flushed and noses red when they finally got inside.

Blaine herded Kurt to the bed and tucked a blanket tightly around him. Quickly Blaine turned up the heat hefore he joined him and they snuggled up under the blanket. Their hands quickly found each other, entwining their fingers as betwee their chests as their lips pressed closed and started working with need. It didn't take long before they had slipped down the mattress and Kurt's hand was on Blaine's back, willing him closer even though there wasn't any more room to even move.

Neither of them were anywhere close to freezing anymore. They were smiling against each other's faces, and the sound of their combined breathing and wet lips and tongues sliding together sounded loud in the otherwise silent room, only dimly lit by the lamp on the nightstand.

It didn't take long before Kurt was dragging Blaine's polo out of the hem of his pants so he could let his hands drift up his back. Blaine responded by slipping his tongue over Kurt's lower lip, both of them smiling from the gesture, before he allowed it back in to dance around Kurt's.

Blaine's hands found up Kurt's arms and chest, grabbing Kurt's scarf and carefully getting it off with trembling hands. He knew that scarves were one of Kurt's weak spots and he considered it a great honor to be the one who was allowed to remove them from his beautiful neck, so naturally he made sure to keep the scarf safe even though he fumbled when putting it on the nightstand, way too busy with Kurt's mouth working against his own.

However, he was rewarded by a long line of pale, exposed skin. Blaine's mouth was quickly on Kurt's neck, lips caressing over the warm flesh, sucking and kissing as Kurt lifted his chin, making his neck seem impossibly longer.

This was one of Blaine's favorite parts of the new adventure of their bodies they had taken up together; when Kurt started moaning and panting from nothing but the touch of Blaine's hands and lips, when Kurt let his fingers into the belt-loops of Blaine's pants to pull his pelvis closer to his own.

Unfortunately this was also the part where Blaine had started getting really nervous and frantic. His one hand was cupping Kurt's cheek, keeping their mouths locked in motion, while his other hand was traveling down south, heading to get a firm grip around Kurt's ass.

The sounds streaming from Kurt's mouth and nose against Blaine's face and into his mouth filled his veins with bubbles. His head was spinning, and so was his stomach. Kurt was pressing his pelvis hard against Blaine's, erections rock-hard and only separated by denim and soft cotton.

It was too much. It was too hot. Blaine had fantasized about doing these things with Kurt for months, even a little before they started dating – and now he was finally here; Kurt wanting him, Kurt moaning and heaving for breath because of the things Blaine was doing to him, the things they were doing together. It was all too intense and real to control. All Blaine could...

"No. No, no, no..." he complained into Kurt's mouth, cheeks flaming as his forehead fell to rest against Kurt's.

All the heat and lust was wiped away, like dew in the summer sun. Instead embarrassment swam out and took over his body, filling his cells and making him want to cry.

"Oh... you – you came? Again? Already?" Kurt asked quietly.

He still had his hand on Blaine's face, cupping his cheek and jaw. His lips grazed over Blaine's when he spoke, and his sweet breath was intoxicating.

However, Blaine could still feel Kurt's hardness pressing against where his own had been only seconds before. It was unmistakable and the sticky wetness that had now taken over his briefs instead was a painful sign of what had just happened. Again.

This wasn't the first time. It wasn't the second time either. Actually, Blaine had a really hard time keeping himself controlled once he and Kurt started making out a little heavier than they used to. Before they had sex the first time they didn't go so heavily at it, not even when they were alone in the house, so it was easier for him to wait until he was alone in the shower or in bed at night where he could recall the feeling of Kurt's lips and hands, the thought of how he moved and the way he swayed his hips down the hall.

He had managed to keep himself in check long enough for them to have sex a few times. And he really loved having sex, and what made it a gazillion times more magical than he had imagined it to be was that he got to have sex with Kurt. He was the only one had ever had sex with Kurt, and he was pretty sure he was the only one who would ever get to have sex with Kurt. Ever.

But now he was ashamed. So incredibly ashamed. He wasn't supposed to come so fast. He was supposed to wait, keep himself, let them get undressed and caress each other. Feel each other's naked bodies close and heated together. He was supposed to slide into Kurt and feel the hotness around him, feel Kurt tighten around him with pleasure as he watched Kurt's blissed out face. But he couldn't give Kurt that if he couldn't even wait until they got their pants open.

"Blaine... it's okay. It's... don't worry about it. We don't have to... anything – tonight," Kurt smiled softly, caressing a thumb over his cheek-bone.

Blaine wanted to hide, afraid to meet Kurt's eyes. How was he supposed to be intimate with Kurt when this kept happening to him?

"I'm sorry, Kurt. I'm really sorry. It's not that... I don't know why this keeps happening to me," Blaine murmured thickly. He fell to lie on his back, afraid to move too much, but he knew that he had to search for the bathroom to clean himself off before he dried up and turned sticky and had his briefs ruined.

"I'm just gonna go... fix this," Blaine huffed out and rushed to his feet. He went through his closet to find a fresh pair of underwear and a pair of pajama pants before disappearing out of the door and down the hall to the bathroom.

He quickly changed out of his jeans and underwear, washing himself off and getting dressed again. He sat down on the toilet for a moment, rubbing his hands over his face and biting his lip, trying not to freak out.

Why is this happening to me?Blaine thought.

He had done everything right. It was ages ago that he had started making sure that he always had lube and condoms to have it ready if the situation should show up. He had researched techniques to keep the orgasm at bay – even thrown out the regular condoms and bought ones meant to lessen the pleasure with the purpose of making him last longer.

But what did that matter if he couldn't even last until he got his pants off?

"I'm sorry. I – I understand if you just wanna go home now," Blaine said awkwardly when he returned to his bedroom. He squeezed his legs a little tight, feeling himself uncomfortably soft in his underwear as he sat down on the bed next to where Kurt had curled up to a ball under the blanket.

"What? Why would I go home? Are you implying that I'm only here to get into your pants?" Kurt asked, teasingly raising his eyebrow. His eyes were sparkling through the dimmed lighting of the room and his cheeks still seemed a little flushed.

With a heavy sigh he sat up and moved over to sit on his knees next to Blaine on the edge of the bed. He ran a hand down Blaine's back and rested his forehead against his temple before running his hand back up to end at the nape of Blaine's neck.

"Sweetie. It's okay. Don't worry about this, please. I promise you that I am okay with it," Kurt said softly, his breath ghosting over Blaine's cheek.

"And didn't we agree for me to spend the night? I brought my jammies," Kurt smiled, massaging his thumb lightly over the curls that had escaped the gel.

"You brought your... yes, yes. Please spend the night," Blaine chuckled and turned his head to let his nose collide with Kurt's, their lips rub together.

Kurt let his arms up to lock around Blaine's neck, making Blaine embrace the invitation to fold his arms around Kurt's waist, pulling him in closer.

"I love you, Blaine. We don't have to have sex just to be close. I mean; I want to. I love it. But that's not all I wanna do with you," Kurt cooed.

Of course it wasn't. Blaine knew that. But it still hurt that he couldn't even provide that kind of pleasure to Kurt, to their relationship.

They didn't discuss it anymore, though. Kurt changed into his pajamas and Blaine snuck glances while he did so. He was sad to see that Kurt was still half-hard, probably burning to be allowed to come, frustrated from lack of release.

But being ever the gentleman Kurt didn't say a word. He merely slipped into bed and snuggled up to Blaine while they watched a movie. They chatted about random non-important stuff, kissed and cuddled. Eventually they turned off the TV and the lights so they could kiss and talk until they fell asleep. Blaine might not have been able to perform much for Kurt in the sexual aspect of the night, but he was definitely satisfied with his performance of the loving boyfriend – and to judge by the sweet smile covering Kurt's face when he fell asleep it seemed like Kurt was pretty satisfied himself.

xXx

Waking up next to Kurt was the single best way in the world for Blaine to wake up. He couldn't remember ever having had as great sleep in his life as he did when Kurt was sleeping in the bed next to him. The way Kurt had his arms wrapped around his waist, and his face nuzzled against Blaine's cheek, made him feel safe and loved. It was truly heaven.

"Mhm... morning," Blaine mumbled when Kurt's eyes fluttered open. Blaine turned a little to the side so he could pull Kurt closer, automatically smiling when Kurt's pupils dilated from meeting Blaine's eyes and the corners of his mouth twitched lightly upwards.

With a quiet hum Kurt folded his arms together between their chests and allowed Blaine to drag him closer, bathing in the feeling of his boyfriend's protective arms around him. Kurt smiled against Blaine's throat, kissed the clean skin and brushed a thumb over Blaine's chest.

"Did you have a nice sleep?" Blaine asked quietly, not wanting to break the magical silence filling the room around them.

"I always sleep nice when I sleep next to you," Kurt grinned and peppered more kisses over Blaine's neck, making shivers run down his spine.

"Good answer. I think I'm just gonna keep you captive here forever, then -" Blaine grinned and kissed Kurt's hair, always loving how it was messy and chaotic in the morning, showing off that Kurt had allowed himself to relax and wind down. That was his favorite Kurt: Kurt free off worries and troubles.

"What a disaster," Kurt said in feigned dry voice, letting his kisses travel up Blaine's throat, over his chin to find his mouth.

It only took a moment of lips massaging against lips and tongues carefully dipping inside each other's mouth, to find out that they were eagerly excited for the closeness only separated by light cotton pants that made it impossible for their crotches to not search together like magnetism.

Kurt's hands turned and frantically grabbed around Blaine's t-shirt, fist around the fabric to will Blaine closer even though they couldn't possibly get any closer than they already were.

Out of nowhere Kurt had his hand down Blaine's pants, down his underwear. Since Blaine was already painfully hard there was no reason to wait, so Kurt went straight to swiping his hand around Blaine's cock, moaning into Blaine's mouth from the feeling of Blaine in his hand.

He tried really hard. Forced himself to focus on other things, tried to concentrate on his own hand in Kurt's underwear, tried to not hear how Kurt was panting and mewling against his face – but to no avail.

The way Kurt was hard and big in his hand, the feeling of skin on skin, the squeeze of Kurt's palm around his shaft – everything was too intense and hot and filled with need and lust. His head was spinning.

"Kurt, no... no – close. Kurt," Blaine whined against Kurt's mouth, panicking because he was so close to that damn edge that he never seemed to be able to avoid.

"Please, Blaine, please. Don't stop," Kurt moaned, sucking hard on Blaine's lower lip and his hand working ever fast around Blaine's cock.

"Kurt... Kurt!" Blaine whimpered as the whirlpool in his stomach went out of control, spilling all over Kurt's hand and wrist, filling his briefs with come and heat to the rhythm of his stuttering hips fucking into the warm circle of Kurt's hand.

"God, Blaine..." Kurt groaned and pressed himself into Blaine's hand in his underwear before he came himself, bucking his hips against Blaine's hand making the elastic band of his boxers sharp against Blaine's wrist.

He was heaving for breath, cheeks flaming and a smile on his lips. His eyes were closed, eyelids fluttering with satisfaction and bliss. Carefully he twisted his hand out of Blaine's pants, leading Blaine to do the same. He slowly opened his eyes, stars dancing on his corneas before he noticed the expression taking up Blaine's eyes.

"Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?" Kurt asked nervously, worry filling his face and taking over his features. He backed away, like he was afraid he had burned Blaine.

"Is this about... just forget it, Blaine. Don't be so nervous all the time. It was good. You were good," Kurt assured him, nudging his nose against Blaine's before pressing a peck to his mouth.

"I love you," Blaine mumbled and pressed back to Kurt's mouth.

"And I love you too. And you havesooogood hands," Kurt grinned, bucking his shoulder against Blaine's. Blaine blushed a little, happy to hear Kurt say the words, considering that he was at a point where he was afraid that he was doing everything wrong.

They shared more kisses until they agreed that they would have to get up and clean themselves up. They took turns on showering and cooked breakfast together. The rest of the weekend they were together like they had been before they started taking the first steps into sexuality. They kissed and cuddled, held hands and laid close on the bed, but hands stayed above waists and the make-out stay at a reasonable temperature.

Next week followed the same pattern. Blaine made sure to keep most of their time together in public places, with friends, at the mall, Breadstix or at The Lima Bean. Whenever they did end up alone they napped or did homework together. Blaine did his best to keep their contact as PG as possible.

It wasn't that he had lost the need to be alone and intimate with Kurt – quite the opposite, actually. It was because he wanted those things that he tried to stay clean for a bit. He was in hard need of help to solve his problem. He looked it up on google, snuck into the library to see if he could find anything, but there was nothing to be found that he deemed usable.

He was lost and he couldn't be intimate with his boyfriend without ruining everything.

As the situation was now he thought it better to wait. To see if he could somehow teach himself somehow to stay longer, to last longer. There had to be ways.

xXx

It was Thursday night and they were sitting on the couch in Kurt's house. They had spent the afternoon baking cookies while singing along to the radio, Kurt's dad and Carole finding it very entertaining whenever they passed the kitchen.

After dinner they had found their way to the living room. Finn was at football practice and Blaine always found it nice how much Kurt loved to be able to have his dad without Finn so they didn't have to always discuss sports or cars. The way Kurt's dad was always ready to bent over backwards to make Kurt happy was a great comfort for Blaine; he knew how troubled Kurt had been before when he didn't feel like he could connect with his dad. Things had changed and seeing the relationship Kurt had established with his dad, and with Carole and Finn, warmed Blaine's heart greatly.

The Hummel living room had quickly started to feel like a second home to Blaine. He was just as comfortable in Kurt's house as he was in his own. Conversation always came natural, and unlike in the beginning he didn't wait for permission to do or speak. He was a part of the family.

However, the nerves started curling back up his spine. Burt and Carole were getting ready to go out, and Kurt seemed like he was planning to drag Blaine upstairs to his room. All day he had been cuddly and smitten, sending Blaine long glances and discretely touched him places that usually was kept for make-out sessions.

"I don't know when we'll be back, so don't wait up," Carole said as she entered the living room, coat on andready for the night.

"That's alright. We're just gonna watch some TV or something," Kurt said, looking up from the screen.

Blaine stuck to chewing a little too long on his cookie, staring directly into the screen. He knew what kurt wanted when he was in that mood, but Blaine was too scared to participate.

"Have fun, boys," she said and left the room to Kurt's well-wishes. It was only a minute before Kurt's dad yelled his goodbye from the hall and the frontdoor was closed. Now they were alone.

"Are you seriously watching that?" Kurt asked, raising an eyebrow as he let his eyes travel from Blaine's focused face to the screen where Top Gear was full-on with growling motors and mud flying around the screen.

"I like it. It's fun," Blaine shrugged, but reached out to get the remote to change the channel. Of course he wasn't going to watch something Kurt would never find interesting.

"We should go upstairs instead. Watch a movie..." Kurt suggested, very saying tone under his breath. His hand was lying next to Blaine's thigh on the couch, close and radiating with a need to slide up the fabric covering Blaine's leg.

"We can just watch a movie here -" Blaine tried.

"Yeah, but... I wanna cuddle with you. It's not the same on the couch. My bed is much better to cuddle on," Kurt pouted, sending Blaine those huge puppy-eyes that he couldn't possibly resist, no matter what it was Kurt wanted from him.

"I – okay. Let's go upstairs then," Blaine gave in, smiling with a slight chuckle as wide grin covered Kurt's face before he jumped to his feet, bouncing towards the stairs.

The minute they were in the door Kurt grabbed around Blaine's wrist to press their mouths together. He squeezed around Blaine's arm, letting his hand travel up his sweater and over his shoulder to lock his arms around Blaine's neck.

"Maybe we could skip the movie?" Kurt offered, clearly with a hidden agenda that Blaine wanted to avoid.

"Kurt, I -" Blaine started, hesitating.

"Come on, Blaine. You haven't touched me for almost a week. Did I do something wrong? Don't... don't you want me?" Kurt asked, taking a step back, his eyes hurt and his face pale.

"What? Kurt, don't say stuff like that. Of course I want you. I will always want you," Blaine assured him, taking a careful step closer.

"Then why don't you ever wanna... do anything? Anymore..." Kurt asked, cheeks flaming as he spoke the words. Sure they had had sex, and they enjoyed each other's bodies very much, but actually speaking bluntly about sexual themes were still a very fragile turf for Kurt.

"Kurt, don't think that. I do. I'm just tired, that's all. I think it's the winter getting to me. Come here," Blaine sighed, gulping a little to himself, but grabbing Kurt's hand nonetheless.

When he put his arms around Kurt and pressed a kiss to his cheek Kurt couldn't help smiling. It only lasted a few seconds before he had his arms back around Blaine and was melting into his embrace.

"Let's just go to the bed and pop in a movie. I'll bet I can't keep my hands off you anyway," Blaine whispered into Kurt's hair, earning a giggle from Kurt.

So they did just that. Laid down on the bed, Titanic on the TV and arms around each other. This way Blaine could show Kurt that he definitely still wanted him and that he definitely wanted to be close with him without embarrassing himself completely.

That was until they were halfway in the movie. Kurt started going restless. He played with a fold in Blaine's shirt, ran his fingers up and down his thigh and constantly changing his position. The iceberg had just come in sight on the screen when Kurt turned to twist his leg between Blaine's and start nipping at the skin of his neck.

Chills ran through Blaine and goosebumps were visible down his arms. When Kurt had kissed his way up to lightly biting Blaine's earlobe his nipples turned stiff and his underwear became uncomfortably tight.

"Kiss me," Kurt whispered breathily, the vibrations from his voice twisting through his ear to his brain, making a warmth spread in his body.

"Kurt... the movie," he tried, knowing that he couldn't convince anybody. Kurt had him in his power – like always.

"Just kiss me, Blaine. Screw the movie," Kurt breathed again, his fingers seeking under the collar of Blaine's shirt.

Yes. Screw it,Blaine thought and turned to let his mouth clasp against Kurt's.

It was so damn hard to keep away from Kurt. To not touch him, feel him, caress him everywhere. It was hell to not just rip his clothes off and make him feel just exactly how much he wanted him. How much he needed him. How much he loved him.

Within moments of fingers in Kurt's hair, and Kurt's fingers under Blaine's shirt, nails scraping over the lower of his back, Blaine was on top of Kurt, between his legs.

"Can we just get rid off the clothes now?" Kurt panted into Blaine's mouth, his fingers struggling to get down the backside of Blaine's pants, but the belt made it impossible.

"Okay. Okay... just -" Blaine agreed and rolled off of him.

Quickly they had both let their clothes drop to the floor, Blaine having pulled out his wallet to keep condoms close. They were under the comforter and Kurt pulled Blaine back atop of him.

Their mouths were glued together in constant motion; spit and tongues sliding everywhere. Kurt's hands were all over Blaine's body, but didn't waste any time to find back to the lower of his back, pressing Blaine's waist down on his own.

Kurt kept bucking his hips upwards, rutting against Blaine's. Their hard cocks were sliding against each other, trapped between stomachs and pre-come smeared over boiling skin.

"Kurt, I can't... I can't -" Blaine started to apologize, hiding his face against Kurt's neck, trying to hold his hips still.

It was too late. He exploded faster than he thought possible with Kurt still grinding against him. Blaine had still his face pressed into the crook of Kurt's neck a sob caught in his throat. Kurt was still heaving for breath in his ear, groaning Blaine's name as he released between them.

"Oh... god..." Kurt grunted, peppering kisses over the back of Blaine's neck.

"I just... I have to -" Blaine excused and rushed off of Kurt, running towards the bathroom.

"Blaine, wait -" Kurt called after him, but it was too late.

Blaine locked the door. For good measure he also made sure to lock the door to Finn's side even though he wasn't home. The moment he sat down on the toilet he couldn't help himself. He buried his face in his hands and cried. Sobbed.

He had never considered himself a guy who had troubles with affection. He didn't suffer from performance-anxiety or body issues. He was comfortable about himself and his body, and he was comfortable about being naked with Kurt because he knew that Kurt liked his body too.

He also always felt like he was in control of himself. He had control of his body. He had never in his life imagined this to be an issue for him.

He was ashamed, embarrassed, scared that one day it would be too much for Kurt. That one day he would be sick and tired of Blaine always screwing up when they were about to have sex and deciding that he didn't want to bother anymore. He had heard of other guys leaving their boyfriends because of lack of sex. He had heard of many relationships crumpling because of problems in the bedroom.

"Blaine... Blaine, will you please open the door?" Kurt's voice sounded from the other side of the door.

He didn't answer. He dried his eyes and got to his feet. He started carefully cleaning himself off, but still didn't open the door. He sat back down on the toilet and let the tears of frustration roll down his face.

"Please... sweetie, I – you're really scaring me," Kurt said.

Blaine could hear that he was resting his forehead against the door. His voice was muffled, but still piercing into Blaine's heart and brain.

"Kurt, I'm sorry," Blaine cried, not even sure he had said it loud enough for Kurt to hear.

"Sorry? Blaine, are you crying? Please let me in, or come back out to me. I just wanna help you. Talk to you. Tell me what is going on," Kurt pleaded, starting to sound sad and scared.

He drew a heavy breath, rubbed his hands over his face and awkwardly opened the door. Kurt was leaning against the door frame, waiting for him to open with concern filling his face. He had wrapped the comforter around himself and was holding out a blanket to let blaine cover himself up as well.

"Come 'ere. Tell me what I did. I can't... I can't do anything if I don't know what I'm doing wrong," Kurt said, walking over to sit down on the bed, hopelessness taking over his face.

"It's not... it's not you. You didn't do anything wrong. It's me. I'm such a screw-up. I keep ruining it. I just can't help myself," Blaine apologized, the words clogging up his throat, the tears threatening to break back out on his face.

"What are you talking about? I thought you liked what we were... doing," Kurt burst out, confused.

"I do. That's sort of the problem... Kurt, you're just – you are so hot. And everything you do to me feelsso good. I always want you so bad!" Blaine tried to explain, not really sure what exactly it was that he was saying.

"Then I don't understand... you got upset because you liked it? That doesn't make any sense," Kurt said, now looking more confused than scared or concerned. At least that was some sort of progress.

"I really, really love sex, and those times we've actually been able to do it have just been... one of the best things in my life. I feel so close and connected to you. I don't know why I keep coming so fast, and I am so sorry, because I wanna make you feel good. I wanna do good things to you, too," Blaine said, tears back down his face.

"Is that what this is about? That's why you've been acting so strange lately?" Kurt asked in shock.

A soft smile drifted over his face and he moved a little closer to Blaine on the bed, sneaking his hand inside the blanket to let his fingers fall into place with his boyfriend's.

"I'm just so ashamed. I don't know why this keeps happening to me. I've tried everything. I've looked it up online, and done everything everyone there said to do, but it's just... when I'm lying there with you I can't stop thinking about how lucky I am that you'll let me be with you, and about how hot you are, and it just happens..." Blaine cried, hating how embarrassed he was, but hating even more that he had to have this conversation with Kurt.

"My sweet, sweet boyfriend. Listen... this may sound a bit – weird. But... I actually like it when you... do that. I've actually tried making you do that," Kurt said, his eyes flickering and his cheeks ablaze with the admission.

"What?" Blaine asked, not understanding a word of the situation.

"Yeah. I just... I was really embarrassed about it, so I didn't want to say anything. And I really love it when wedo it.But I also really love it when you... come fast. Because it makes me feel wanted. It makes me feel like... like you really want me. It makes me feel desired. I've never felt like that before I met you, and you make me feel so good, and loved. And that's just been another way of you to showing me how much you really like me," Kurt told, his eyes never meeting Blaines as he spoke.

Blaine let a hand drift out of the blanket and up to Kurt's face. He grabbed his chin between his index finger and his thumb, forcing Kurt to look at him, making their eyes meet. It made sense now. The way he always tried to tell Kurt to slow down when it was going too fast, but Kurt always kept going at it. He thought Kurt just simply was too caught up to register what he meant. Maybe it wasn't like that at all.

"I love you. Kurt... I love you so much. And I've never... I just think you're so hot, and I want you so bad. And I just want to be good for you," Blaine said and let his hand brush over Kurt's cheek instead.

"I know. And I love you, too. This is probably just a... a phase-thing. We just need to practice," Kurt said, his voice light and breathy.

"I could do with some practice," Blaine chuckled, his face still feeling a little hot, but glad to find that it was cooling down with the light direction the conversation was headed.

They smiled at each other and Blaine pulled Kurt in for a hug. After a soft kiss they moved back to lie down, feeling each other close and warm, their skin hot and soothing against each other.

"We just need to practice a lot then," Kurt grinned as he started strolling his fingers up and down Blaine's arm.

Kurt was resting against Blaine's shoulder and Blaine had his arm wrapped around Kurt's shoulder. Blaine didn't know if the movie had ended or if Kurt had simply shut off the TV, but the only light was coming from the little lamp on the window sill. The atmosphere was soft and it nearly felt like they had to whisper.

"I could definitely see myself practicing with you. Or maybe I'll have to get a ring," Blaine chuckled, nuzzling his nose into Kurt's hair.

"A ring? Blaine!" Kurt burst out, digging a nail into his arm.

"Auch! I just wanna... make you scream -" Blaine moaned into Kurt's ear, teasing his earlobe with the tip of his tongue.

"We'll definitely figure something out," Kurt agreed, and Blaine could feel that he was squeezing his legs together under the comforter.