It was the phone that woke him up. Again. It was ringing loudly and Blaine hurried to rush out of bed to find it so he could make it stop and avoid it waking up Kurt. After some rummaging around he found it in the pocket of the pants he had worn the night before, vibrating and ringing the classical iPhone tune. When he finally had it out it had stopped, but he thought it best to check who it was, make sure it wasn't important.

It wasn't. He could already tell. It was Cooper and Sebastian's landline, so there was no doubt what this was about. He rolled his eyes with a hushed groan and returned to bed, putting the phone on mute before he sat it on the nightstand. Kurt immediately moved closer with his arm curling over Blaine's waist and his head resting on his shoulder, so Blaine didn't waste a second to take him in.

Kurt was so warm and comfortable around him. His chest was slowly falling and rising with a steady rhythm to the low hum of his breathing, and every other second his lips grazed lightly over Blaine's skin, making him feel a need to protect the fragile creature in his arms.

Next to him the phone buzzed again. With rolling eyes and pursed lips Blaine picked it up and pushed the red button, disconnecting the call before even answering it. He was not going to have his morning ruined by butt-hurt bitches who didn't have any other purpose than complain about him being with Kurt.

"Who keeps calling? Don't they know what day it is?" Kurt grunted annoyed and pulled the comforter over his head, making him disappear completely. A low chuckled escaped Blaine's lips and he put the phone back to the nightstand so he could pull the fabric further up to cover his own face as well.

It smelled like sweat and naked bodies under there. Like free dick and pussy, only emphasized by the way Kurt's naked body was pressed against his. When he moved to lie on his side so Kurt's head returned to the pillow the familiar scent of Kurt reached him instead and he allowed it to wash in over him.

"It's Cooper and Sebastian. Denise probably ran to them to tell on me and now they wanna tell me how much I can't be with you," Blaine sighed after his eyes had adjusted to the complete darkness under the covers.

Slowly Kurt opened his eyes to reveal that they had a sad glaze over them. His forehead had wrinkled a little and his lips were pursing a little to the side, like he was thinking hard and trying to hide the theme of these thoughts that undoubtedly were dark. That couldn't be, so Blaine brushed a lock of hair from Kurt's face before cupping his cheek.

"Hey. None of that. No worrying or fearing anything. I am with you, and I don't give a fuck about what they say. I'll just ignore them. Being with you is more important," Blaine assured him and was satisfied to watch as light slowly reignited in Kurt's eyes.

"You can't ignore them forever," Kurt commented heavyhearted and covered Blaine's hand on his cheek with his own. His eyes were still awaiting, like he feared that it was only something Blaine was saying until they had to get out of bed and face reality.

"I'll deal with them when I get home. We're leaving tomorrow, so I don't wanna spend the rest of my time here with you on being yelled at by my idiot brother who thinks that he's king just because he's living the American dream of boring."

That was it. The corners of Kurt's mouth dragged a little up and he moved in to press a kiss to Blaine's lips. When he backed away a smirk filled his face and Blaine wasn't sure he wanted to know what this secretive smile had come from.

"I think you should stay here, and I will be back in a minute," Kurt declared and bopped his finger to Blaine's nose before he sat up in the bed and wrapped the covers around himself, making them leave Blaine's naked body. As he got to his feet Kurt turned to take in the view of Blaine wearing nothing but his smirk and semi-hard cock. Kurt chewed on his lower lip with flushed cheeks and eyes absorbing every inch of the man in front of him before he turned around and left the room.

When Kurt returned ten minutes later he crawled onto the bed to straddle Blaine's stomach. He spread out the sheets around him so he could lean down to kiss the man under him with their chests pressed together.

"Mhm, I love being gay," Blaine hummed and slid his hands up Kurt's thighs and up to cup his ass with a gentle squeeze that provoked a moan from Kurt against his mouth.

Ten minutes later Kurt left again and came back with freshly prepared breakfast. Usually Blaine would never have allowed food in his bed unless it was part of a sex game, but he figured that it couldn't hurt just this once. He would be changing the sheets before leaving the next day anyway. So they had breakfast in bed, Kurt forcing him to have coffee and chocolate instead of his usual health oriented breakfast.

The morning was spent on sex and cuddling and more sex. Around one in the afternoon they got up to take a proper shower before going out for lunch. When they were done Kurt talked Blaine into showing around Manhattan, which they spent a lot of time on. They stopped by every single theater and Blaine waited patiently while Kurt was looking with glassy eyes and dreams coming out of his pores. They went out for dinner and returned to the apartment where Kurt convinced Blaine that putting on pajamas and watching TV on the couch was a brilliant idea for their last evening of the holidays.

"What uhm... what happened, Blaine?" Kurt suddenly asked in the middle of a disgusting scene between a straight couple – straight sex definitely creeped Blaine out. He turned to look at Kurt, turning over the question but didn't have any idea of what he was referring to.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean; what happened? To you? How did you become – this?" Kurt explained, his face covered in pondering lines.

"This? And what the hell is that supposed to mean?" Blaine snapped, definitely offended by the way Kurt was talking like there was something wrong with him. He dropped the remote and ignored the obscene moans mixed with a slow 80's number coming from the TV.

"I mean – this whole thing of disconnecting your heart and replace it with your sexual urges instead – why? You have so much to give," Kurt tried to explain, careful not to step out of line. Blaine, though, had already clenched his jaw and was evidently nowhere close to being pleased with this sudden intrusion into his privacy. Into what no one had ever asked him about before.

"That's none of your business. Are you gonna watch that stupid movie, or what?" Blaine retorted and returned his attention to the screen where the scene luckily had ended and been replaced by a lot of explosives.

Explosives he didn't get to appreciate since Kurt had sat up and crawled over the length of the sofa. He removed the remote from next to Blaine's thigh and put a knee on each side of him. There was nowhere else for Blaine to watch than on Kurt.

"Don't do that to me, Blaine. You promised you would talk to me instead of telling me to back off. We've been doing so good all day – don't start pushing me away now," Kurt said with a plea simmering under the surface of his voice and eyes.

"What does that even mean? I'm here, aren't I? That should be all you should need to know," Blaine groaned and let his head back to the neck rest with a thump.

"It matters to me. I wanna know what brought you here – I wanna know you."

The puppy eyes and the pout. He was doing the damn big, wet puppy eyes. Sitting there looking all innocent and cute with styled hair that was ruffled by heavy make-out and a few freckles trying to hide behind rosy patches on his cheeks. Stupid fairy tale kind of looking kid.

"Life was a bitch, so I decided I'd rather enjoy it than whine over it, and it helped. Good enough for you?"

Kurt slumped down on top of him. He looked defeated and closed his eyes with a heavy exhale making his chest incredibly visible through the thin fabric of the blouse he was wearing and Blaine had to remind himself that this probably wasn't the moment to worship Kurt's body.

"I can't believe I was so stupid to think that you would actually try to make an effort. That's probably the dumbest thing I have ever done," Kurt sighed with a sad face as he slid down to Blaine's side so he could lie on the couch with his legs still swung over Blaine's. He stared mindlessly into the TV, but Blaine knew that he wasn't really seeing it.

"Come on, doll-face. I am trying. I've been running freaking Manhattan thin for you all afternoon, haven't I?" Blaine tried. Their first day as an actual couple had gone so well and he really didn't want it to end in a fight.

"That's not what I mean! I wanna know you – I know nothing about you except for what you do for a living, that you act like you don't have a heart but it's much bigger than you even know and when you were eight you won a talent show by singing Tracks Of My Tears," Kurt blabbered out, hopeless.

"Wait, how the hell do you know that? I didn't tell you anything about that – I practically forgot myself," Blaine said shocked.

Since when did Kurt know about his childhood? Especially that part of his childhood; he hadn't told anyone about that. It was only Thomas and Denise from his circle of friends who knew about it, and that was only because they were practically family – and it wasn't like Kurt had spent enough time with them to frit them for information about him.

"Sorry. Your mom told me. I didn't ask, though. She just told me when I told her I sing myself..."

Oh. That way. He often forgot that Kurt had met his family. It wasn't until then he realized that he had to figure out a way to explain the deal about Kurt and him only just having got together and not nearly a year ago – or simply keeping up the lie.

They fell silent. Kurt didn't push anymore and Blaine had no idea what to say. It wasn't that he didn't want Kurt to know about him, he just didn't see the point in telling him about his past because it meant nothing for who he was in the present. It was ridiculous that it, apparently, mattered so much to Kurt.

"I told you about my first time," Blaine started out quietly after a while of silence.

"He was a prick, and he harassed me when I started the school. Whenever no one was around he teased me because I had thought that he actually liked me, but he stayed in the closet. I don't know if he ever came out. The next guy I liked was straight. He and his friends beat me up because they said I had been staring at them in the locker room. But I was never in there. I started going to Scandals when I was 15 – and I quickly found out that I am very much what they wanted. Since my school was a boarding school guys fucked each other without being gay – simply because of bets, because they were bored or horny and never saw their girlfriends. So I found out that I could fuck my way to power and I loved sex and I was good at it. By my junior year I was top at everything in my school. In more than one way..." Blaine shrugged.

Surely that had to be enough. He wasn't planning on painting a picture of his entire life story or anything. This didn't really say anything about him, all it told was that he was a good fuck, which Kurt already was well aware of.

"But life isn't high school..." Kurt mumbled shakily. He looked like a boulder was threatening to fall onto his face.

"You have a lot to learn. Life is even more high school than high school is – but no, I didn't fuck my way into fashion, if that's where you're going," Blaine said, nearly feeling sorry for the kid that he had no grip on how the real world works. But he still had time to learn, and Blaine wasn't going to let him go totally unprepared into reality.

"I'm sorry -" Kurt said weakly, his voice a little picthier than usual.

"For what? I turned out fine. If you didn't agree I'm sure you wouldn't be sitting here," Blaine groaned. This was starting to get dull.

"You did. But – I just wish you hadn't have to put yourself through that. And that those guys hadn't done those things to you. You're smart and so much more than just sex. You could have been king of high school in another way," Kurt said and sat up to softly close his hand around Blaine's wrist.

Blaine looked down at Kurt's hand, so pale over his own slightly darker skin. It was warm and somehow it felt safe, like a promise that he wouldn't let go despite of how much of an asshat Blaine was.

"It doesn't matter now. I'm here, life has been what it has but now is different. I'm not going to need sex as a currency again in the future – of course, unless I want something out of you," Blaine concluded, ending with a crooked smile.

"Please don't do that. I don't want sex to be a currency between us. I really like it, but I don't want it to be something we can use against each other. Please promise me," Kurt begged and looked terrified by the thought.

Blaine was stunned. He hadn't thought about it like that. Everyone used sex as currency, sex was the only international language that everyone would cave into. Even government leaders and royalties, the most powerful people on the planet would cave in when sex was on the table – to Blaine it was inevitable to use sex that way.

"Kurt... I only want you to have sex with me if it's because you want me. If you ever feel like I'm pressuring you I want you to stop me," Blaine said and turned his hand around so he could catch the tips of Kurt's fingers between the heel of his hand and his own fingertips.

"I really love you, Blaine. I really hope this won't get screwed up," Kurt said and watched his fingers slide further down to fall into place with Blaine's.

Of course it wouldn't get screwed up. That was lame. He wanted Kurt, and Kurt wanted him. That should be enough to keep them together.

"You don't believe in love, do you? That's why you haven't said that you love me. Because you can't..." Kurt suddenly asked and released Blaine's hand so he could lie back down on the couch with his arms curled around his torso and his face cringed in a pained grimace.

"I believe that there's a difference between being in love with someone and loving them," Blaine responded, immediately regretting how flat and non-caring he sounded. But love simply wasn't for him. Kurt had to understand that.

"Oh... I – well... I don't want you to say that you love me if you don't. So that's good enough, I guess -" Kurt murmured and let his eyes zone out again.

The way Kurt had curled in on himself and backed away from Blaine was too much. He looked like a kid being told that his mommy would never come home again. But he couldn't just expect him to lie just to make him feel better.

"But Kurt... I am in love with you. That hadn't changed, and it won't change. I am just not into the whole thing about oxytocin and pheromones and endorphins or whatever being sold as an everlasting bond that can overcome everything – because my experience tells me that it's a spoof," Blaine tried to rationalize, hoping he could somehow get Kurt to see his point.

"I think I'm gonna go to bed. I wanna get up early to make sure I have everything packed. Goodnight."

And with that Kurt was gone. Blaine heard him go to the bathroom and close the door before he hid his face in his hands and growled loudly, but the sound muffled by the cave formed by the palms of his hands.

He listened as the bathroom door was opened and Kurt tiptoed into the bedroom where he closed the door after him. After a moment Blaine turned off the TV and went to the bathroom to do his things. He couldn't help smile by the sight of Kurt's toothbrush lying on the edge of the sink, but he picked it up and put it into the cup next to his own. That looked much better.

"Hey. Are you mad at me?" Blaine asked as he crawled into bed next to Kurt. He really hoped he wasn't sleeping already. He couldn't let the day end this way.

"No," Kurt mumbled lowly and Blaine mentally cursed that he was lying with his back on him so he had no chance of reading his face.

He moved in closer and put his hand on Kurt's arm and his lips pressed to his cheek before he rested his forehead against Kurt's shoulder.

"I am in love with you. Just because I don't believe in love it doesn't mean I don't feel for you. Because I do..."

How was he ever going to convince him? They hadn't even been together for 24 hours and he had already fucked it up – that had to be a new world record of some sort. This was probably one of the things Kurt had feared; that he wouldn't be responsive to the general perception of what a relationship should be like.

"Kurt... I miss you when you're not around. I have never missed anyone in my entire life. When I thought you were going home and that you hated me – I didn't sleep all night because I couldn't stop seeing your face and hearing your voice, how much you despised me in that moment. I was scared to lose you. And then again last night, when I thought I was losing you again I panicked... I couldn't, I can't, imagine being without you now, Kurt. And in those moments you weren't even really mine. I feel cold when you're not close to me. You're sleeping in my bed, dammit. I've never felt that way before and it frightens me -" Blaine told, his voice nearly a whisper through the cold darkness that was slowly eating them up.

Kurt slowly turned around to face him. A slight smile was on his lips and his eyes had a vague shine.

"Blaine... sweetie, that is what love feels like. That is love, you just don't recognize it because you've been so busy keeping it out instead of letting it in."

Now why the hell does he have to be so fucking deep and mature? If this was love clearly I would know, but love doesn't exist. It's just chemicals with the purpose of reproduction and being gay there's no benefit so it doesn't exist.

"I can't force you to admitting it to me – I just wish you would admit it to yourself. I think it would be really good for you. You love Marilyn, right?" Kurt said.

Well, duh!

"Of course I love her. She's the brightest star in the universe. But that's different -" he argued.

Family love. That was blood-bond. That had nothing to do with loving a partner. Family-love was genetically prioritized.

"Is it really so? How about the way you protected me – both last night and the other night at the bar? Wouldn't you have done that if she was my age and someone was doing that to her? And is she said that she never wanted to see you again wouldn't that break your heart? See the similarities? -and you were jealous, Blaine. So fucking jealous. Not to mention possessive and needy and you just trashed a great deal of your public persona to be with me. It's love. But take your time. We're in no hurry," Kurt smiled and brushed a hand down his cheek before he pressed a kiss to his lips.

Kurt fumbled a little after his arm and as soon as he found it he folded it around his waist so he could move into Blaine's embrace and hope for sleep to come.

Blaine settled himself down and pulled Kurt a little closer to him. He kissed the back of his head and waited until he was sure that Kurt was asleep. What the hell was going on inside of him?

"I love you," he whispered, so quietly that even if Kurt had been awake he wouldn't hear. He was sure. He closed his hand around Kurt's clenching them both to his chest and let himself swell in the feeling of being close with Kurt like this for the last time in at least a few weeks.

"I know, Blaine. I know..." Kurt whispered back and kissed his hand.

xXx

Going back was strange. They woke up early and had needy morning sex before getting up to face the real world of packing and going back home to Lima. They didn't talk much, and every word exchanged was something practical like "Can I borrow your hairspray?" or "Do you want coffee?"

It wasn't until they were on the plane that Kurt moved close to Blaine. He crawled under his arm and fell asleep with his head resting against Blaine's chest. Blaine pulled him closer and kissed his hair, ignoring the people around them staring with wrinkled noses and disgusted glances while whispering - obviously about the age difference between them. They took a cab back to Blaine's apartment together where Kurt coiled up on the bed while Blaine went through his mail. As soon as he was done it was getting closer to him having to drive Kurt home so he joined him on the bed.

"I was thinking... I promised Marilyn she could be here next weekend. Wanna hang with us?" He asked with his face hidden against Kurt's chest and his arms tightly closed around his waist.

"Really? You want me to babysit with you?" Kurt retorted suspiciously.

"It's not babysitting. I promised to take her ice skating and I wanna have fun with her. I just figured that you might be into that kind of stuff. She likes you, you know -"

"I would love that. I hope I can make it work. But no funny business in front of the girl," Kurt accepted, the last part a sharp warning.

"That's alright. I can fuck you into next week while she's asleep," Blaine chuckled and grazed his teeth down Kurt's neck, making the boy shiver in his arms. He moved on top of Kurt, between his legs and moved his hips determined as their lips met and Kurt's legs locked on his back. His erection was boring into the zipper of his pants and Kurt's fingers were digging through the skin of his shirt.

It was pathetically quick before they were both trembling and moaning around each others tongues. From Kurt's arms and legs squeezed around him with a weak "Blaine, oh my god Blaine" whimpered to Blaine came, filling his underwear and pants with semen, only a few moments passed. They kissed through a chuckling that turned into laughter and agreed for a quick shower. Blaine promised to wash Kurt's clothes so he wouldn't have to deal with questions at home. As soon as they were finished they found their way to Blaine's car before they sat course towards the other end of town where Kurt lived.

"I'll see if I can find an excuse for the weekend. But that means I can't see you all week. It sucks," Kurt sighed as he leaned back against his car seat. They were parked in front of his house and Kurt had said that it was okay since his dad's car wasn't in the driveway.

"As long as we'll be together in the weekend it's cool. I'll just call you," Blaine assured him. He definitely didn't find it any fun, but he didn't see any reason to mope about it since there was nothing he could do about it anyway. Being down would only make him depressed and bitchy, and he knew he would have to deal with Cooper and Sebastian so he was going to hell after all.

"Yeah. I'll just miss you," Kurt said with a pout and sad eyes. He was being mean again. It was pathetic how well that worked on Blaine.

"Me too, but you better get going now. If it gets too late they might go crazy. Isn't that how family works?" Blaine pointed out, mostly eager to get Kurt out of the car before he got too upset himself over their parting. And he really wanted to get away before Kurt's dad came home. He wasn't sure he would be welcomed too warmly when daddy found out that his teenage son was getting his pussy fucked by a man twice his age - not really a way to impress daddy-in-law.

Kurt flung himself forwards with his arms swung around Blaine's neck. Blaine was completely unprepared but slowly returned the embrace.

"Thank you. For everything," he mumbled into Blaine's neck.

"Hey. It's okay. We'll talk and see each other soon," Blaine tried calming him down. He stroke his hand down Kurt's back a few times, seriously hoping that the kid wouldn't burst into tears because he didn't have any grasp of how to cope with that.

"I'm going now. But Blaine..." Kurt said and backed away to see his eyes.

"I love you. Remember that - okay?" He declared firmly, his eyes drifting between Blaine's. It was nearly like he expected it all to be over right then and there, as if it had all just been a coma dream and now they were waking up to find that it wasn't real.

"Okay, doll-face. I - eh... I love you too," Blaine stammered. If felt so strange to have those words come out of his mouth. Those words he had avoided his entire life. But he wanted to say them, to get used to it, for Kurt. He pressed his mouth onto Kurt's one last time and watched as he got out of the car and walked towards the house. He was nearly expecting Kurt to turn around and come running back, or at least turn around and smile at him one last time.

But Kurt didn't turn around, so Blaine watched him disappear into his home and close the door before he started the engine of his car and drove back to his empty apartment.

xXx

The Hummel-house wasn't empty as he had expected. In fact, when Kurt entered the kitchen he found his dad leaning against the counter with a very displeased expression on his face. Carole, who had been sitting by the table, got to her feet and left the room, leaving Kurt alone with his dad.

"Where have you been for the last few days?" His dad asked firmly and Kurt could feel his stomach coil up. This wasn't good news.

"What do you mean? I've been in Chicago with Rachel. I told you," Kurt said and shifted on his feet. Snow was melting on his coat and he was pretty sure his suitcase needed to be checked for scratches. In reality he had hoped that he could just go straight to his room and unpack before falling on the bed to digest his time in New York. His time with Blaine.

Blaine, his boyfriend.

"I'm gonna let you re-think that before I ask you again, and don't lie this time... Where have you been the last few days?" His dad repeated, and this time he seemed more menacing than Kurt could ever think of his cozy bear of a father.

"What are you talking about, dad?" Kurt burst out. He was struggling to keep his voice strong and confident but he could feel and hear that it was shaking just as much as he was on the inside.

"Sit down!" His dad demanded, and Kurt immediately followed orders. Every red light was screaming in alarm at him but there was nowhere to run or hide. He left his suitcase by the door and for a second he wondered if he should take of his coat, but when he shot a glance back to his father he was pretty sure that this wasn't the time.

"Now I want you to tell me where you have been, who you've been with and what you have been doing since you left my house. Minute for minute. Got that?"

Burt Hummel was by no means a scary man. He was a big softie with a heart the size of Texas. He loved his son more than anything in the world and would cut down every single person who so much as looked at Kurt the wrong way. Which was why Kurt knew that this wasn't going to be a fun afternoon. When his dad got mad once in a blue moon it was serious business and not to be taken lightly.

"Last night Rachel was here. I asked here where you were. Told me she hadn't seem you since your glee club's Christmas concert at the mall before Christmas."

Shit. how had he not considered that Rachel was a blabber-mouth and she would definitely come to see Finn the moment she was back in Ohio? She usually didn't come back until January third.

"I uhm - dad..." Kurt started to stammer but had no idea what he was going to say.

"Kurt - where have you been?"

This was it. Was he going for the truth, or would he be quick to make up a new lie?

"I saw a car drop you off just now."

"Dad... I - I've been in New York. With a friend," Kurt finally stuttered out, ready to shrink to the size of a tea spoon and run away.

"In New York? With who? No teenager in Lima drives that kind of car, Kurt. Either you start talking now or... I'll shut off your phone and take away your laptop until you've told me what's going on."

Kurt knew that his dad would never actually do that. He would never rob his son of his freedom to connect to other people, and he knew that Kurt needed his computer for school. Nonetheless did the thought of not being able to talk to Blaine scare him.

"It's okay, dad. He was going to spend New Years in New York and he asked me if I wanted to come and since New York is my dream and I didn't have any other plans I said yes. I didn't do drugs or got raped - I don't have any bruises, not even so much as a papercut," Kurt said with a heavy breath.

His dad had asked to know what Kurt had been doing in New York - minute for minute. Memories of Blaine's obscenely erotic mouth kissing over his skin, Blaine's naked sweaty body, Blaine's strong muscles with arms holding around him while he was pounding his hard dick into Kurt's body with a mix of their voices in moans and pleas hungry for more, welled in over him and made his cheeks blaze up. Between sequences of their passionate, sometimes nearly violent, sex were quick interruptions of the bar and a stranger's big hands groping him in an uncomfortable fashion but enough to get Blaine's attention, and the party with Blaine almost getting into a fight with a guy that could crumple him up - not to mention all of the times of going to extravagant places Kurt had only dreamed of and their bodies clasped against each other in bed and a need to be close. Not exactly images a man wants painted about his teenager.

"We didn't do anything, dad. We stayed home, watched TV and ate take out. At midnight on New Year's we watched the fireworks and went to bed. That was all. We had one glass of champagne and that was it," Kurt lied and hoped that his eyes were more convincing than he felt. He had never lied to his dad before, he hated it - but the alternative was that he told him about Blaine, and Kurt did not want to consider the consequences it could have for Blaine if his dad knew the truth.

"Who's this guy? Is it a boyfriend? I'm gonna have to talk to his parents," his dad said after a moment of silence, clearly having considered whether to believe the story or not. Kurt nearly chuckled from the idea of his dad calling up Blaine's mom. That was a comic image. But he hurried to remind himself of the reality of his situation and kept his poker face in check.

"He lives by himself. His dad died," Kurt said. He had stick to the truth, but simply keep out a few details.

"What about his mom?"

"She lives at the other end of town," he said truthfully. How was he ever going to keep Blaine's age from his dad?

"Kurt, is this guy your boyfriend? You can't keep this stuff from me -" His dad always knew how to push his guilt over the edge.

"Yes. But only since New Year's. I haven't kept it from you because there was nothing to tell until now," Kurt said, feeling a tinge of frustration crawl under his skin.

"Did he - did you..." His dad started to stammer and Kurt knew immediately where he was going.

"Dad! Oh my god!" He burst out and hid his face in his hands. He could feel the well known sensation that overtook him whenever he thought about Blaine in sexual situations. It started out by his nipples going stiff and brushing against his top, followed by a throbbing between his legs. He really couldn't take the thought of that happening right then and there, but he couldn't keep his thoughts from drifting to the way Blaine looked and felt when he was on top of him, making him whimper and whine for him.

"I am not having this conversation, dad!" Kurt exclaimed and got to his feet. He went over to grab his suitcase but could see on his dad that he didn't agree on this statement.

"Yes you are. I had really hoped that I wouldn't need to have the talk with you, but you're only just turned 16 - you can't fool around like that. I know that... with your condition - you can't get pregnant or anything, but there's more to sex than just reproduction, Kurt. You only just started seeing him and you already slept together? Where's this kid's mother in all of this?"

Kurt was well aware that his dad was only concerned and he was trying to protect him, but that surely didn't make the situation any less embarrassing.

"Honestly dad, it's not exactly like we put it on a billboard or anything. Can I go to bed now, or do you want the details?" Kurt snapped, regretting his tone even before the words left his mouth.

"Don't get sassy with me, Kurt. You can go to bed and we'll go through this tomorrow. Don't think we're done here. I'm gonna need to know everything about this guy," Burt said and crossed his arms, his entire face clear evidence that he was very upset and extremely displeased with his son at the moment.

Kurt got to his feet and stomped out of the kitchen, directly to his room. He smacked the door, a little harder than good was and he wasn't sure whether it was on purpose or not. He dumped face-first onto his bed, not even getting rid of his jacket and boots, where he screamed growling into the bedspread. He stayed like that, eventually drifting in and out of sleep before he woke up to see the clock reading 10.34 and his phone ringing.

"So now we're back home and you changed your mind?" Blaine's voice sounded from the phone when Kurt finally found it in his pocket and picked up. It took him a moment to grasp what it was Blaine had said and a lightning shot straight through him as he rushed to sit up.

"What are you talking about?" He asked, thoroughly confused about why Blaine would even consider that to be an option.

"It's been hours since I dropped you off and I haven't heard from you. I sent you a bunch of texts and called you," Blaine said and to Kurt's surprised he sounded nervous. He had actually expected Blaine to want some space to adjust to what had happened over the holidays.

"I'm sorry. It's just been chaos. When I came home my dad was waiting for me with a full interrogation. Rachel was here yesterday and told him that I hadn't been with her and now he's freaking out and wants to give me the sex talk and everything," Kurt explained, his words in a rush to make sure Blaine understood that he hadn't changed his mind at all.

"You can just tell him that it's this amazing thing we share on a regular basis and I taught you everything you know," Blaine chuckled, now eased as always and Kurt could hear that he was smirking. It wasn't funny. He was in teenage-hell and his boyfriend was cutting jokes about something that could lead to a potential death penalty - and yet Kurt rolled his eyes and gave in to the smile the comment provoked from him, because yeah, sex with Blaine really was amazing and he really had taught him everything he knew.

"Do you want to get me killed? This is serious, Blaine! He started asking about your parents for Christ sake. Tomorrow he will ask about your age, and he wants to meet you and... oh god, I have no idea what to do." Kurt clasped his free hand onto his face, covering it up as he felt panic rise and take him over. He would have to tell his dad the whole truth - well, the whole truth without the sex bits. All about how long he had been seeing Blaine and how old he was and how he gave him clothes and all of it. He had no choice left - and then his dad would kill Blaine slowly and painfully.

"Oh god, oh god - this can't be happening," Kurt chanted whispering to himself.

"Relax would you! Just wait and see what happens tomorrow when your dad has cooled off. Maybe it's not as bad as you think," Blaine tried to rationalize, his voice firm and with clear purpose of calming Kurt down but all it did was make him even more upset.

"You don't know my dad, Blaine. He is probably in the kitchen sharpening his knives right now - or worse: preparing his sex speech!"

"Doll-face, take a deep breath. So what if he wants to talk to you about sex? You've done it, you're good at it, you know the drill - as soon as he realizes you've already got it under control it will be over. Just play along," Blaine said, this time his voice actually soothing an soft.

"It's gonna be the worst moment of my life," Kurt mumbled into his hand.

"Just think about me."

"You're so damn self-absorbed," Kurt grunted at him with pursed lips as he rolled onto his side on the bed.

"I know. You love it. You're absorbed in me, too -" Dammit. Way too true to admit!

"Shut up. If you haven't heard from me around midnight tomorrow look for my obituary. I have to go," Kurt groaned and was struck by the fact that he would have to sleep alone and that definitely wasn't something he was looking forward to.

"I'll steal your body and have you balmed so you can be on display as my personal piece of art. I think I'll call it Divine Sex - you will be naked of course. So I can jerk off to the sight of you every night," Blaine said breathy, making a shiver run down Kurt's spine. He really didn't know if he should be flattered or offended by that reaction.

"I'm gonna go. You perv. I hope I'll survive tomorrow," Kurt sighed and had no idea how he was going to manage that.

"Alright. You will survive. If not iI'll kill you. Goodnight then. And uhm, doll-face?... I love you," Blaine said and all Kurt's worries and stress melted away for a brief moment.

"I love you too, Mr. Anderson -" Kurt returned with a tad high pitched voice.

xXx

The room was chill and heavy when Kurt woke up - or maybe it was just because Blaine wasn't lying next to him. He had only been sleeping in Blaine's bed for a few nights and he had already got so used to it that it felt wrong that he wasn't there. All of that despite how hard Blaine had stood his ground on not letting Kurt sleep in his bed to begin with. But he couldn't focus on that. He had a plan and he had to be one step ahead of his dad if he wanted it to work, so he had to get up and hope for Carole to be home not be busy. And luckily she wasn't or on her way out, so Kurt could easily ask her if they could talk in private.

"I'm guessing that my dad told you about our... talk last night," he started, not wanting to waste any time in circling around the topic - it was better to go straight to it. That way it would be quicker over. Carole nodded and waited for the next part as Kurt was evidently bursting to get it out.

"The thing is - I know I shouldn't have lied, and I feel terrible that I did, I really do. I was just really nervous of this exact reaction. And now he wants to have 'the talk' with me and god - I can't do that," he blabbered as fast as possible.

"No. You shouldn't have lied to him, and he knows that you feel bad about it. But we barely recognize you anymore, sweetheart. You are so secretive and introverted. He's scared the he's losing his son," Carole explained softly. Kurt hadn't thought about it like that, but surely he had to keep these things to himself. The way his dad had reacted the evening before was a perfect example of why it was so important.

"He's not losing me. I just need to live my own life. Look, I know that you must know about my boyfriend by now. His name is Blaine and we've known each other since my birthday but only got together on New Year's Eve and he makes me happy. He is good to me. Isn't that enough for him to know? Does he really want to go through all the details? I mean, I had sex ed, and the internet is good for researching and I know about protection and diseases and its not like I'm gonna get pregnant - I'm Blaine's first boyfriend as well. Could you please talk to him so he will let me keep my privacy?" Kurt was willing to bang his head against the wall at this point. He simply wasn't ready to have this conversation and his plan was to keep Blaine's age a secret for the rest of his life - or at least until he was 18 and could run away from home.

Carole took her time. Kurt knew that she was being really carefully not stepping wrong. He did feel bad that he was using her in this little game between him and his dad, but he didn't feel like he had a choice. It was Carole helping him or his dad standing ready with a chastity belt before sundown.

"Kurt, you're putting me in a really difficult position here. I don't ever wanna come between you and your dad - but I can understand that you need to adjust to having a boyfriend yourself. This is a big step for you. So I can try and talk to him... but I won't promise you what's gonna come from it." She smiled and that was it. There was nothing more to do than wait and see how his dad would react to Carole's stand on the issue at hand.