It was on days like this Blaine loved the skylight window in his bedroom. When he woke up with his arms wrapped around Kurt who was resting his temple on Blaine's chest while silently snoring, his arms curled around Blaine's waist, their fingers entangled and their naked bodies heating each other. He had a timer permanently set to open the blackout curtain at 9.30 so he was woken up by sunshine filling the room and enhanced the feeling of Kurt being in his arms.

However, often it was much to Kurt's dismay to be woken up at "suck unreasonable hour" but this morning he squeezed his grip around Blaine and stretched with a purr that made Blaine wonder if Kurt sometimes thought he was a kitten.

Kurt nuzzled his nose against the soft spot under Blaine's jaw, again much similar to kitten-like behavior, and pressed a kiss to his throat before strolling his fingertips down Blaine's forearm.

"Morning, birthday-boy," Kurt mumbled and rested his cheek back on Blaine's chest before he fluttered his eyelashes against the exposed skin.

Blaine stroked a hand over Kurt's back, dwelling in how warm he was from the sun heating up his skin and loving the soft feeling under his palm. He strengthened his grip around Kurt's midsection and kissed his hair with a light humming.

"Morning, Sneaky -" he grinned, burying his nose in Kurt's brown locks with his arms reaching as far around Kurt as they could go.

"Sneaky? I'm not sneaky!" Kurt objected and pressed his lower body against Blaine's thigh, a reminder of how they had fallen asleep the night before and of the fact that Kurt had fallen in love with being nude around Blaine, despite his fear of exposure only months earlier. Of course an action as such only confirmed Blaine's statement that he was, in fact, sneaky.

"You are! You snuck in here and seduced me with your boyish charm even though I had asked for no visits – but you used my weakness against me!" Blaine chuckled and was happy to see Kurt's eyes sparkling up at him under those stupidly long eyelashes.

"Well, you could've just said no if it was that terrible. I didn't exactly hold a gun to your head," Kurt teased, his fingertips running mindlessly around the few hairs spread across Blaine's chest, reminding him that he had to call his waxer.

"Sure. Definitely – when you're almost naked and wearing those... wow, those panties -" Blaine sighed by the memory of how he had found Kurt the previous night. That was an image he would never forget; especially since he just remembered that he actually had taken pictures of Kurt in a variety of compromising positions wearing nothing but lacy panties, a smirk and silk cuffs.

"I'm gonna have those photos developed and blown into huge sizes – I could use them as wallpaper so you would be all I saw no matter where I would look to when I'm in my bedroom," he pondered out loud, whining when Kurt pinched his side with a sharp glance.

"Of course I would never let anyone see them. I don't wanna share you with anyone, so why would I let them see what they're missing?" Blaine assured him and rolled his eyes in a tease before he turned serious.

He softly grabbed Kurt's chin between his thumb and index finger to raise his head so their eyes were locked.

"Seriously – that was the best birthday gift ever. Not just because of the sex, but because you were there. When I realized you were there I could just feel that... it was right. I shouldn't have asked you to stay away. We should have run away together instead. God, Doll-face, you're my kryptonite," Blaine declared softly, a finger brushing down Kurt's cheekbone.

"I love you too," Kurt smiled at him.

"I didn't sa -" Blaine started to object, but was stopped by Kurt pressing his mouth onto Blaine's.

"Yeah you did," he cooed and pressed his face against Blaine's cheek, kissing the skin that had been warmed by the sun shining down on them.

Blaine was starting to get ready to spend the entire day in bed when Kurt shot him a grin and got to his feet – in all his naked glory. He grabbed Blaine's hand and pulled him up with him, making Blaine groan from the cool air not doing anything good for him or his body.

"Come shower with me. And then we'll do whatever you want," Kurt said and started walking towards the bathroom.

"But what I want is to stay in bed and not shower but worship your young pretty body that is delicious and firm in all the right places, unlike my own old man's body -" Blaine grumped, but followed and let Kurt drag him into the shower with him.

"You gotta stop that. Your body is much better than mine with all that working out you're constantly doing. And I must say that you are firm and – hard, in all the right places," Kurt smirked and wrapped his fingers around Blaine's morning-wood before he started swiping.

Blaine got the water turned on, the streams raining down over them as he found Kurt's clit and expertly started massaging the nub with the pads of two fingers. Kurt's forehead fell to Blaine's shoulder and Blaine responded by mushing his face into Kurt's hair with a joyous sigh.

"Fuck! Kurt – you can't expect me to stay on my feet like this," Blaine groaned and let his eyes roll back in his skull when Kurt ran the tip of his thumb around the ridge under his head.

"You have to," Kurt moaned and pressed his mouth against Blaine's. He let his leg slide up to rest around Blaine's hip, allowing Blaine to slip two fingers into his wet pussy and earning a shiver running through Kurt's entire body.

"I turned you bad," Blaine chuckled and whimpered as Kurt squeezed a little tighter, ending in Blaine's stomach rolling up to a ball of fire.

"Any regrets?" Kurt asked breathlessly as Blaine angled his wrist and crook his fingers to rub over Kurt's g-spot so Kurt's abs flexed.

"Only that – shit! I didn't... before," Blaine grunted and sucked Kurt's lower lip into his mouth. He let his free hand run around to grab Kurt's ass and pressed Kurt's body closer to his own.

"Good – yes, good. Oh god Blaine so good," Kurt cried with his forehead resting against Blaine's as his pussy walls tightened so hard Blaine nearly couldn't move his fingers despite the torrent of fluids Kurt squirted out around the digits.

For a moment Kurt stopped moving as he came back down to earth, but he quickly fell to his knees with a grin and took Blaine in his mouth. He locked his lips around the shaft as he sucked with all his might and let a hand stroke where his mouth couldn't reach.

"Dammit – baby, yes!" Blaine groaned and let his fingers run into Kurt's wet hair before letting his other hand around to cup Kurt's neck with his fingers and his thumb caressing over his cheek.

"So beautiful," Blaine moaned.

The second Kurt looked up at him he exploded into the hot cavern of his mouth. Blaine whimpered with pleasure and watched as Kurt sucked all he could, swallowing the streams shooting down his throat.

Blaine panted and knew that his grip on Kurt's hair might be a bit too strong, but how could anyone expect anything else from him when he was in the middle of a service from the world's best blowjob-giver?

"That okay?" Kurt asked mindlessly as he traced his tongue around his lips before he started cleaning Blaine's softening cock with gentle catlicks and his fingers caressing lightly over Blaine's ass.

"You brat! Come 'ere," Blaine groaned and grabbed around Kurt's shoulders to drag him up so he could press their mouths together.

He licked around Kurt's mouth, tracking the taste of his come mixed with the taste of Kurt. He loved doing that – it was the perfect closure to how Kurt had indulged him. They parted after a moment and Blaine faced that it was time for boring stuff as actually getting clean.

"What do you wanna do today?" Kurt asked and started washing his hair with his favorite shampoo from Blaine's collection of expensive products. He knew Kurt could never afford buying those brands himself – so of course Blaine had bought him a matching set fitted for Kurt's hair type to keep at home.

At first, after they became a couple, Kurt started saying no to Blaine's gifts and random items bought spontaneously (not to mention expensively, according to Kurt's own budget). But after Blaine kept refusing to stop, and after a lot of explaining that he wanted to do it and that he didn't have anything else to spend his money on if he didn't spoil Kurt, the boy's objections slowly died out and he started accepting the cornucopia of clothes, accessories and other items Blaine gave him.

However, the scarf Blaine had given him for Christmas and the gold brooch seemed to be his favorites. He almost always wore them, and it always made Blaine's stomach roll in a way he had never thought it could.

"I wanna go to the gym -" he shrugged and wiped a stench of soap away from Kurt's cheek as the boy's eyes turned disappointed, obviously because he had hoped they could spend the day together.

"- and I want you to go with me," he cleared out.

Kurt narrowed his eyes and looked down his naked frame before looking back to Blaine.

"You think I'm going fat? Getting a relationship-tummy?" He asked and traced a hand down his belly as he blasted it out and feigned a pout. Yet, Blaine didn't doubt that he was unsure whether he should joke or be nervous that it was exactly what Blaine was thinking.

"What? No! You're fucking hot," Blaine assured him and swatted his hand away.

"I just figured it could be fun. I wanna teach you to box," he explained, using the attention to Kurt's weight as an excuse to suck in the view of his exposed body yet another time.

"Box? Me? Very funny. Ha ha," Kurt chuckled with a fake laugh and stuck out his tongue at Blaine before he returned to the task of washing himself.

"I'm serious. Ever since that... that shit with those guys beating you up I've been looking for a way to convince you to let me teach you. So you can defend yourself if needed," Blaine maintained and ran his fingers through his wet curls.

"But no one is beating me up anymore. You fixed that by going to my school and be macho-angry at everyone," Kurt reminded him and brushed a thumb over the coarse hair under Blaine's bellybutton.

"I know. But you never know when it can happen again. And... I just wanna make sure that you are safe. That you can keep yourself safe if I'm not there to do the job," Blaine sighed awkwardly and tried to shrug it off, but Kurt had already tilted his head with a touched smile.

"I don't know what happened to you. But I like it. I – don't think anyone has ever cared enough about me to even think about that. Teaching me how to defend myself," Kurt said shyly, and Blaine couldn't help focusing on a drop of water weighing on the tip of Kurt's eyelashes.

"Doll-face, you're worth protecting," Blaine chuckled and pulled Kurt close. He put a kiss to Kurt's ear before squeezing his ass and turned the water off.

"But it doesn't matter. I don't have any clothes to wear at the gym at your place," Kurt said as he started drying himself, the way his hands moved around his body with the soft towel terribly distracting to Blaine who was completely unable to look away – well aware that Kurt knew and took advantage of it by putting on a bit more of a show than he would have if he had been alone.

"Kurt, come on. Do you seriously think I haven't considered that? I've had gym clothed and boxing gloves and everything for you in my closet for ages," Blaine told and shook his head.

"You are unbelievable."

xXx

They put on their underwear and had breakfast on the couch while watching TV. Kurt kept sneaking kisses in whenever he could see the opportunity. Blaine told Kurt all the details about the upcoming fall fashion that he wasn't supposed to tell anyone about, and Kurt told about his hard task of convincing his glee club of wearing proper outfits for their Nationals performance, followed by his even harder task of avoiding intruding questions about their relationship coming from all sides in school. Fortunately the questions at home had faded out and into the usual about when they were seeing each other again and if they had any trips to New York planned.

"Did you talk to anyone since I ruined your birthday dinner?" Kurt asked when they were in the locker room. He raised his eyebrows in disbelief when he saw that Blaine had found all of the apparel in correct size. It always amused Blaine when it occurred to Kurt how much he actually paid attention.

"You didn't ruin the dinner. Cooper did. Because he's a jackass who's jealous of me because his husband can't let go of something that happened over fifteen years ago. You did nothing wrong," Blaine sighed as he pulled on his tanktop and leaned back against his locker to observe Kurt stripping down and getting dressed.

"I should just have ignored it. Or -"

"Would you just forget about it? It doesn't even matter. I haven't heard from Cooper. I talked to Sebastian two days ago when he called up for Marilyn because she wanted to tell me about her cat. He said that Cooper is acting like nothing's happened, but whenever Marilyn asks about me he gets pissed and walks around scowling and snapping the rest of the day. Usually it ends with him yelling at Sebastian about pointless stuff," Blaine groaned and fixed his shoes.

There really wasn't any reason to even think anymore about it. He didn't give a shit about his family having shunned him. Only thing that mattered was that it hadn't hurt his relationship to Marilyn, and since he had been on the phone with her earlier that week it seemed like things were fine.

"what about your mom?" Kurt asked as they left the locker room and headed for the treadmills.

"Nope. Nothing. Not that I even care. Let's just focus on this, alright? I've got the most important person right here with me – and I wanna keep him alive, so get your head straight," Blaine snapped and gestured for Kurt to start running as he started himself.

"There's nothing straight about me, mister..." Kurt huffed, but did what he was ordered.

After five minutes of running Blaine snapped at Kurt to kick up his speed – and after eight minutes Kurt paused and swore that he was about to die. Admittedly, Blaine had to guess what he was saying through his heaving for air, so naturally Blaine demanded that he stopped being a sissy and continued.

After fifteen minutes Blaine declared that warm-up was over so Kurt fell flat to the floor, refusing to lift a finger anymore. It was the new in his cousin's chain of gym and it hadn't opened to the public yet. Blaine was pretty happy it hadn't since he was pretty certain Kurt wouldn't have tried half as hard if there had been other people, and he felt like he could push him a little harder when people weren't around.

"Come on, Hummel! If you go cold now we'll just have to take fifteen minutes more before we get to the really fun stuff. Those dance rehearsals doesn't really do anything for you," Blaine said in his best military-tone, watching his boyfriend panting and sweating as he rolled to his front on the floor.

"Never call me by my last name! And dance rehearsal is nothing," Kurt groaned and fought himself to his hands and knees, making Blaine see all kinds of things a position as such could be fun for, but he shook it off and helped Kurt to his feet. He handed him a bottle of water and waited a minute to let Kurt catch his breath and get back to his senses. After a moment of patience Blaine herded Kurt to the other end of the gym where he threw a pair of gloves in Kurt's direction.

Kurt looked a bit apprehensive but pulled them on, nonetheless. He watched Blaine put on his own gloves and curled in on himself when Blaine was ready and took position.

"Let's go. Hip space between your feet, left foot in front of your right, and then you just hit against my hands as hard as you can. But keep your arms straight when you hit," Blaine instructed and held his hands up by his shoulders.

He could feel that Kurt was nervous and figured he had better cut him some slack. At first he just took as Kurt started doing as he was told, but after a few moments of vague punches he sighed heavily and let his hands drop.

"You have to put some force into it. If some creep is feeling you up you'll only make him angry and he will be able to get at you even worse if you only manage to graze his face instead of doing some real damage. We're aiming for broken noses and split eyebrows here," Blaine snapped firmly.

"I can't, Blaine. I can't hit you," Kurt whined and swayed a little on his feet.

It really wasn't the time, but to be honest Blaine thought he looked adorable in his hoodie and sweats with gloves almost the size of his head. His hair was ruffled and a thin layer of sweat was shimmering over his forehead, his cheeks a bright red making his entire face glow.

"Sure you can. Just don't think about it being me, okay? This is important," Blaine demanded. He needed to teach Kurt this so he didn't have to worry whenever the kid so much as went to school.

"But I keep being afraid I miss and I'll hurt you instead," Kurt complained and fell to sit on his ass in the middle of the stretching area.

Blaine watched him for a while before he rolled his eyes and crouched down in front of him with a hand on his thigh. Kurt looked up at him, embarrassment covering his face and his eyes filled with a plea to be allowed to go home.

"I have an idea. How about, when you look at me, you don't see me – you think of me as when we first met. Back when you hated me," he suggested, not at all happy to drag up the memory of the despise he had met in Kurt's eyes whenever he looked at him back before they got together.

"I didn't... hate you," Kurt objected halfheartedly.

"Yeah, Kurt, you really did. But it's cool. You don't anymore. Just – try and use that instead. Until New Years I don't think there was one day when we fucked and you didn't look like you wanted to punch me in the face. Use that now – just, not in the face. I like things as they are located now," Blaine said and stood up.

"I like that too," Kurt mumbled and fumbled a little with his gloved hands to find support so he could stand up.

He made sure he was in the right position and Blaine took a checking glance at his feet and shoulders before he let his hands back up, ready to take whatever Kurt could give him.

"Just – think about how I was back then. Remember when you told me about the first time we fucked? Think about that night," he tried again, but was taken by surprise when Kurt threw a punch to his palm that nearly had Blaine lose footing.

"Wow! Ehm – yeah, that's good... just – keep that thought," he encouraged and watched the approval reflected as a light being lit in Kurt's eyes.

Within a moment Kurt was pounding his fists with a steady, powerful rhythm against Blaine's gloved palms. He still had a lot to learn and he still didn't punch as fast as Blaine would like him to if he was being tossed around by a couple of jocks, but he was much more determined and forceful than Blaine expected him to be on his first day.

After a bit Blaine explained a different punch to him and his hits turned a lot harder with that. It didn't take long before Blaine stopped him and took him to the punching bag instead. He stood up behind Kurt and guided his hands the proper way to punch the bag.

"Keep your shoulders down, and when you get your hand up turn it like this -" he explained with his hand folded around Kurt's wrist as he led it to let his hand meet the leather, the new, red glove a sharp contrast to the black bag.

"You're doing good, babe..." Blaine smiled and took a step back to watch as Kurt punished the bag with a fury he didn't know Kurt possessed.

Since Kurt had taken off his hoodie and was now only in a tanktop, Blaine could see all muscles in Kurt's arms and shoulders work with every movement he did, and the sweat rolling down his neck made Blaine have to suppress an urge to wrap himself around Kurt's body so he could kiss and bite all over his back.

In the end he had to call for Kurt to stop and give him a bottle of water to keep him hydrated. He reminded him to stretch properly and when they were back in the locker room he forced him to drink a protein shake that made Kurt wince.

They kept their backs on each other and showered in silence. It wasn't until they were walking across the parking lot towards the car Blaine guessed Kurt had cooled properly down, so he stopped him before he got into the car, a hand softly locking around his wrist.

"You did really good. I'm sure you won't need much training before you can kick ass on every jock that will ever glance in your direction," Blaine said in an attempt to compliment Kurt on the work he had done, to let him know that he had done right.

"Okay. Cool," Kurt shrugged and got into his seat and put his seatbelt on.

Blaine wasn't really sure what to do, so he put his bag in the backseat and got in himself. He stayed just as quiet as Kurt on the ride until they made it back to midtown and stopped for red light.

"Wanna go out for lunch? There's a French place down the street I've been wanting to take you," Blaine suggested, hoping Kurt would open up a little.

"I'm not really hungry. Can we just go home?" He asked, only shooting Blaine a short glance before looking back out of his window.

So Blaine drove them back to his apartment. While Kurt went to the living room Blaine gathered the laundry to have their gym clothes washed right away. He smirked to himself when he picked up Kurt's blue panties out of the laundry basket, knowing they would have to be washed differently and had to stop himself from being creepy enough to bury his face face in the laced fabric.

He put the sheets, soiled from their birthday-adventure the night before, in the washing machine with the rest and cleaned off the toys so he could let them return to the box where they belonged. After that he found Kurt on the couch with the culture section of the latest newspaper. Blaine put a bowl of cut out fruit with a fork next to him and shot him a sharp glance and a remark of "you have to eat". After a moment Kurt looked at him and got the hint before he reluctantly picked up the fork and started nipping at a piece of lemon.

"Are you gonna tell me?" Blaine asked and tore the paper out of Kurt's hands.

"Tell you what? I was actually reading that!" Kurt bit and looked sourly at him.

"Tell me what you were thinking about while you were throwing punches in all directions. Apparently it has made you pretty unhappy with me," Blaine said and crossed his arms.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. I just wanna read which It-girl will be at the opening of the Mulberry store in Columbus," Kurt said and reached for the paper, but Blaine threw it behind the couch.

"Alexa Chung. Nice girl. I can introduce you if you want," Blaine declared dryly, not planning on giving up.

"You really hated me back then, huh? It was my face you saw on that punching bag, wasn't it?" Blaine asked. He already knew it, he just wanted Kurt to say it himself.

"I didn't hate you," Kurt said indifferently.

"What did you think of?" Blaine asked for what felt like the millionth time, but nearly fell of the couch as Kurt jumped to his feet in front of the coffee table.

"Alright. Fine! I was thinking of you as you told me to! All of your stupid rules – the humiliation of having to go to the clinic to be tested when I had only ever been with you. The way you looked at me like I was nothing but a body and a piece of meat to you... and I just wanted to kiss you, and have you hold me. Blaine, I didn't hate you. I was so, so, so in love with you that I just let you do whatever you wanted with me. I hated how you treated me and how sick and used you made me feel. That's what I was thinking about. How miserable I was – because of you," Kurt exploded, but misery filled his face and he slumped down to sit on the coffee table with his back on Blaine.

"I didn't wanna tell you because it doesn't mean anything anymore. It's just a bad memory now," Kurt said and twisted his torso to look at Blaine with shiny eyes.

"You've changed, Blaine. I love you, and you love me back, and you spoil me so much and shower me in love all the time. You treat me like I'm king of the universe – how we are together now is the only thing that is important," Kurt said.

Blaine got off the couch and walked around the coffee table. He crouched down between Kurt's legs and ran his hands innocently up his thighs.

"Then why did you become so sad and angry? If it doesn't bother you anymore?" He asked and folded his hand around Kurt's.

"Because... it was so intense, it all just washed in over me. I could just feel it all; how bad I felt back then. How much I just... every time you picked me up I had this stupid schoolboy fantasy that maybe this would be the night where you kissed me and didn't want to have sex but actually wanted to be with me. But then it never happened. I just wanted you to want me and not just my p... body," Kurt said weakly and looked away in obvious embarrassment.

Blaine sat up on his knees and took both of Kurt's hands in his. He looked at the perfect contrast of Kurt's pale skin next to his own, but remembered that he had something important to do.

"If I ever – ever – make you feel like that again tell me! I never want you to feel that way again. Never again. Kurt, you are king of my universe," Blaine said, stroking a thumb over Kurt's hand.

"I know. I just needed a moment to get around the feeling again. Next time I'll think of Rachel, or when Finn stained my Gucci tie," Kurt sighed and squeezed Blaine's hands.

"Good. I'm in on that," Blaine grinned and pressed a kiss to Kurt's mouth.

"And I'm glad you said next time, cause you really did an awesome job back there. If anyone ever gets near you wrongly again they're gonna have to pick their teeth up from the ground. I'm proud of you, Doll-face."

Blaine got to his feet and kissed Kurt's forehead. He started walking to the bedroom to check on the laundry in the bathroom but stopped to turn around and look at Kurt.

"I really do love you, but if you ever plant your ass on my coffee table again I'll have to smack you," he said and watched Kurt's cheeks grow scarlet as he jumped to his feet, looking as innocent as possible.

"Sorry, mommy -" Kurt said in a feigned mocking and rolled his eyes. He walked around the couch to pick up the newspaper Blaine had dropped to the floor and returned to his original spot.

xXx

Kurt shifted nervously on the uncomfortable chair. He wasn't sure why he had been called into Coach Sylvester's office, but he had no intentions on questioning her reasons – it was Coach Sylvester after all. She made Attila The Hun look like a playful pony.

"So... Porcelain. The rumor on the street – and by street I mean the stinking halls filled with the flea-troubled monkeys that are your peers – is that you have found yourself a man. A man twice your age. Doesn't that seem a little inappropriate?" Coach Sylvester said and Kurt felt his stomach fill with ice. He was so sick of the overdone subject of the age difference between him and Blaine.

"Yes. Yes! That is true! And I've been through this over and over again with every single person on this damn planet, so I am well aware that you all think it's stupid and naïve of me, and you think he's taking advantage of him and blah blah blah. But I really don't care, because Blaine loves me and has already given so much up for me," Kurt groaned and got to his feet.

He swung his satchel over his shoulder and walked to the door, not caring that Coach Sylvester potentially could kill him with her acid-shooting eyes.

"Not so quick there, missy. You might as well get your perky little butt back to the chair. I had Becky lock the door on the outside and I have the only other key," she said and pointed to the chair Kurt had just left behind.

He let out a dissatisfied noise before he dumped back down on the plastic seat in front of the desk.

"What do you want from me?" He asked and crossed his arms.

"Tell me about this guy – how old is really? How much money does he make? Did he ever hurt you?" She asked sharply.

Kurt turned the questions over in his head. He could to his death not see through why any of this could of interest to her. It had no effect on her Cheerios or whether or not the glee club would win at Nationals. She had no reason to care.

"He uhm – he just turned 33. I have no idea how much he makes, but he does fine. He's in fashion, and has two apartments. He's not exactly in need of any kind. And he never hurt me, he never could," Kurt mumbled awkwardly, shifting nervously on the chair.

"How about you? How does he make you feel?" She asked and sat down in her own seat, her eyes piercing into Kurt's skin. He felt like a lion cub circled by hawks.

"He – makes me feel good. I love him. And... he makes me feel loved," Kurt stated truthfully, not really knowing if it would be best to avoid her eyes or if that would only egg her on.

"How does he treat you? Does he tell people about you? If you say no does he respect that?" She continued and Kurt felt more and more uncomfortable with each question she asked.

"Listen, I don't know what you're getting at here, but Blaine treats me good. Better than good, actually. I've met his friends and his family, if that's what you mean. He doesn't lock me up. We spent New Year's together in New York and I've been at family dinners with him, and I was at his brother's wedding. He would never hurt me! And no, if I tell him I don't feel like... being close he doesn't do anything. Only this weekend he insisted on teaching me to defend myself because this stupid school never did anything when those jocks kept beating me up," Kurt snapped. He was done with being confused or innocent or nice. He would not sit there and be asked if Blaine hid him from his circles or tried to rape him if he didn't want to be intimate.

"Calm down, Dorothy. I am only asking because I've heard the talk going in the teachers' lounge. Some of the teachers are planning to go to the police," Coach Sylvester started to explain.

All blood left Kurt's face. The police – they were going to turn Blaine in and he would be picked up by the police. He would be asked rude questions and thrown in jail. He would lose his job and his clients and everything in his life. He would be branded as a pedophile by the media all over the country and maybe he wouldn't be allowed to see Marilyn anymore. Cooper would take that as an excuse to screw him over even more than he already had. All of it because of Kurt.

"I gotta go. I need to see Blaine. I have to warn him. Let me out," Kurt whined and rushed to the door where he started pulling the door handle but to no use. The door was indeed locked.

"Sit down! You'll get out when I'm finished," Coach Sylvester said and was abruptly behind Kurt to grab his shoulders so she could lead him back to the desk, forcing him to sit back down.

She walked around the desk and found a binder in her bookcase. She pulled out a piece of paper and sat back down. She was working with such a slow speed that Kurt was wondering if she was actually trying to kill him.

"You're not really good with the whole calming down thing," she pointed out. Her comment made Kurt purse his lips defiantly, forcing himself to count to ten in his head to not scratch her eyes out.

"They may be planning to turn in your Playboy, but... as soon as I heard their plans I found this," she said and pushed the paper over the desk towards Kurt.

"What's this?" He asked suspiciously and glanced at the paper without picking it up, eying it out like it was toxic waste. It held some different symbols and it looked very official.

"That, my friend, is a statement from my lawyer explaining the law regarding relations between minors and adults in the state of Ohio," Coach Sylvester said triumphantly, but Kurt snatched the paper with the speed of lightning.

"They can't do anything about it. As long as it's consensual and he's doesn't hurt you, you can hump like rabbits and no one will be able to tell you off," she declared.

Kurt read through the statement over and over and over again, making sure he hadn't missed the tiniest thing, but he came to the same conclusion himself.

"I am gonna go shove it in their faces in a minute when I know everyone will be there, and you can relax knowing nothing or no one can split you and Romeo," she concluded and got to her feet. She stared at Kurt like she was expecting him to get up and try leaving again, but instead he stayed in his seat with the paper in his hands.

"Why are you doing this? This has nothing to do with you," he said with furrowed eyebrows and wonder on his face.

"Because... I've seen you struggle. But I've also noticed you getting better and feeling better in the past few months. Gotta think there's some sort of connection. And I do root for those who has no one else to do it for them – if anyone if lying on the bottom scrambling around like a fish on the beach it's you. Porcelain, you are my weak spot in this hell hole," she shrugged, but shot him a glance that clearly was meant to warn him to never repeat her words to anyone.

"You deserve some sunshine in your life, lady. Enjoy it while it lasts," she said and walked around the desk to unlock the door and old it open for Kurt. Their time was over and he was leaving without further conversation.

"Thank you, Coach Sylvester. I really appreciate it," Kurt said humbly, doing his best to show his appreciation.

"Don't mention it. Really. See you around, lady-hips," Coach Sylvester said with a smile Kurt had detected a long time ago. It was the smile that meant that she cared about him but would never admit it if her life depended on it.

So Kurt smiled back and headed down the hall with the paper clenched to his chest. He was supposed to be in the auditorium for dance rehearsal, but instead he stopped halfway there to pull out his phone and text for Blaine to come pick him up after school.

xXx

"What's going on? Any particular reason for this sudden need for me to rush to pick you up?" Blaine asked as Kurt walked towards him in the student parking lot of William McKinley High School.

Kurt dropped his bag to the ground and threw his arms around Blaine's neck to kiss him deeper than he ever had in public. Blaine could feel that he was smiling and naturally he wrapped his arms around the boy to will him closer for a warmer embrace.

"Mhm, I missed you," Kurt hummed against his lips with a bright smile.

"I miss you too, babe. But we have plans tomorrow," Blaine said confused.

"I know. But you're taking me out to celebrate tonight. Can we drop by my house so I can pick up some clothes that aren't so school'ish?" Kurt grinned and grabbed his bag before walking around the car to open the door to the passenger's seat.

Blaine got in himself and watched as Kurt was practically bouncing in his seat, so Blaine let his keys fall to his lap.

"Celebrate what? And where do you want me to take you?" He asked, and even though it had seemed impossible Kurt's face lit up even more.

"Before glee rehearsal Coach Sylvester called me into her office and I thought she was contemplating on killing me or blackmailing me into joining the Cheerios again. But she told me that the other teachers were planning on calling the police about us, so I freaked out. But then she showed me this statement from a lawyer saying that the law can't do anything as long as you're not raping me or forcing me into anything. So we don't have to worry anymore, and we can rub it in everyone's faces if they say something!"

Kurt was talking faster than ever and his eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his skull. He rushed a piece of paper out of his Marc Jacobs satchel and shoved it into Blaine's hand with a grin huge enough to let his cheeks make his eyes almost completely disappear.

Blaine went over the statement with a few quick runs of his eyes over the letters filling the document before he felt his heart release a tension he hadn't known was even there.

"Doll-face, that's amazing!" He burst out and pulled Kurt close for a hug. He backed away to press kisses to Kurt's face, a need to have him close burning even more than ever.

"We don't have to worry anymore. God, if only we had thought about checking it earlier," Blaine chuckled as he started kissing down Kurt's neck.

"I know, I know. I was just so certain. Everyone kept saying we would be in trouble. I'm so happy," Kurt sighed as he let his fingers entangle in Blaine's curls as he bared his throat for Blaine's mouth to work over the tender skin.

"It doesn't matter now, baby. Now we have the law's word for people having to shut up and back out of our business," Blaine smiled and put one last chaste kiss to Kurt's lips, red and moist from sharing so many kisses in such short time. He caressed a thumb over Kurt's cheek with a warm smile and let himself suck up the relief that was filling him from the news.

"This is amazing. Let's go to your house so you can change and I will get a table so we can have dinner somewhere really nice – although I'll have to run this by my own lawyer when I get home," Blaine said and felt his insides bubble from Kurt's enthusiastic grin.

As they left the school they drove past a group of teachers talking and Kurt couldn't help himself from waving at them. It was a little cheeky and Blaine knew that he shouldn't exactly encourage cheeky behavior like that, but he was way too distracted by how cute Kurt was when he was as eager and happy as in this moment.

Not to mention that he was trying to keep himself from thinking about the hard on forming in his pants from the idea that he could simply fuck Kurt in his car right in the middle of the school parking lot and all they could get in trouble for would be public sex.

Which he didn't mind having on his record.