When Blaine woke up Kurt was clasped halfway on top of him. His mouth was slightly ajar and his hair was muffled around. He was snoring very lightly and Blaine honestly thought he reminded of a sleeping puppy.

He realized that it was just before four in the afternoon and since they were naked and Kurt's family would soon start coming home, it would probably be for the best if they at least got dressed.

"Kurt? Kurt - Kurt, we better wake up. Your family will be home soon," Blaine groaned and made his hand run down Kurt's hot back, but nothing more than a moan came from Kurt in response.

"Come on, honey. Rise and shine, beautiful -" Blaine sang quietly while pressing kisses to his hair.

"Ugh, if you keep doing that I'll just pretend to be asleep so you won't stop," Kurt mumbled and let the tip of his tongue flicker over Blaine's nipple, making Blaine gasp lightly. His hand traveled around Blaine's broad chest, placing kisses here and there accompanied by small purrs at the back of his throat.

"If you keep saying stuff like that I'll have to spank some sense into you or something," Kurt groaned and stretched with a cat-like mewl.

"You'll probably do that anyway some day," Blaine chuckled and Kurt sent him a devilish smile.

"And I will love every sexy second of it," he chuckled and rolled over so that he was straddling Blaine's hips, making Blaine very aware of how naked they were.

It suddenly occurred to him that he didn't feel embarrassed or exposed anymore. Feeling his naked body against Kurt's naked body was a joy and it simply made him feel closer to Kurt. If forever could feel this good he wouldn't have a negative word left in his vocabulary.

"What is it you don't want me to say?" Blaine asked while watching Kurt trace patterns around his torso with his fingertips. He seemed fascinated by running his fingers through the little trail of hair under Blaine's bellybutton, and the way he made his fingers move over the few hairs on his chest made Blaine think that he should forget his idea of waxing it off.

"Beautiful. Don't you fucking call me beautiful, Anderson. Who would've thought such a good boy could be such a big liar -" Kurt grunted in response, not even shooting Blaine a glance, but taking a little firmer grip on his chest hair.

Blaine had enough. He was not listening to that, so he grabbed Kurt's wrist firmly to stop his hand running down Blaine's arm, forcing him to make eye contact. Blaine sat up, catching Kurt with a hand on his back so he didn't fall backwards but instead stayed to straddle Blaine's thighs.

"Would you stop that bullshit? I am not listening to any of this. I happen to think that I have the most beautiful boyfriend in the world. You should really stop the damn self-hating already. It's getting old," Blaine objected.

Kurt was resembling a deer caught in headlights. He clearly hadn't expected Blaine to every react this way to him. He didn't move or say anything, but his eyes were piercing into Blaine's. He didn't seem angry or dissatisfied with the turn of events - right now all here could be found on his face shock.

As if pulled out of a trance he suddenly twisted his wrist out of Blaine's grip and dumped down to sit between his legs on the mattress instead of his thighs.

"You only say that because you like fucking me. If you didn't, you would think I looked boring and ordinary," Kurt said, this time not as much force in his words as he clearly wanted there to be.

"Come here."

Blaine leaned forward and locked his arms around Kurt's upper arms, around his torso. Now there was no way of him getting away. Blaine pulled him close to sit in his lap so he could bore his nose into Kurt's hair, his mouth perfectly positioned for speaking directly into his ear.

"I will never ever stop telling you how beautiful I think you are. To me you are beautiful, and gorgeous, and pretty, and hot, and sexy, and delicious, and you taste oh-so-good. And you are soft, and cute, and adorable, and I am never letting you go unless you say that you believe me," Blaine cooed into Kurt's hair, placing kisses after every statement like an exclamation point.

"Blaine, this is ridiculous. Come fucking on and let me go," Kurt groaned and twisted in Blaine's grip, seeking for freedom.

"No. If you don't believe me I'll just have to keep you here. If we're lucky Finn or your dad or Carole will us food, and we'll have to… pee in a cup or something! Because you are - my beautiful - boyfriend," Blaine said with a feigned teasing tone and more kisses around Kurt's sour face.

"God. Why should I end up with such a stupid clown?" Kurt laughed, desperately wiggling his body in Blaine's arms, now having a hard time keeping up his un-amused expression.

"Because you love me. And I'm your… knight in shining armor."

Now Blaine couldn't stop laughing. Right now his boxing lessons were really paying off because there was no way Kurt would get out of this, no matter how hard he was fighting against.

"Say it," Blaine chuckled.

"Never. I don't lie!" Kurt laughed loudly, licking a stripe up Blaine's cheek right when Blaine found out that he apparently was very ticklish right where Blaine's fingers were grazing over his ribs.

"Good. I hope you like my arms then," Blaine exclaimed, doing his best to hold Kurt still while poking his sides playfully.

"Okay, okay - I surrender!" Kurt was heaving for breath, panting from laughing and struggling.

"Then say it!"

"I… you think I look good, alright?!"

"No, that's not good enough. You need to make an effort. Say that you're beautiful," Blaine demanded, now his tickling getting so extreme that if Kurt wanted he would probably be able to twist himself away anyway.

"I'm beautiful, okay? I'm beautiful!" Kurt whined against Blaine's shoulder. He was hunching forward, Blaine's arms nearly hanging loose around him from laughing himself.

"Are you happy now?" Kurt giggled lightly as Blaine released his grip and Kurt slid down in his embrace, Kurt's chest heaving for oxygen and his cheeks rosy.

"Not really no," Blaine moped.

"What? I just said it!" Kurt said in shock.

"Yeah, but you still don't believe it."

"I… I believe that you believe it," Kurt sighed, and it was true.

He wrapped his arms around Blaine's waist and arched his neck so he could kiss his chin. Blaine smiled and pouted down at him before letting their lips meet, when he remembered why he had even woken up Kurt in the first place.

"We should get dressed," he said softly and ran his fingers through Kurt's hair. It was weird that a short time ago he didn't even like changing in the locker rooms at gym, but now he didn't want to put on clothes, but rather stay naked with this gorgeous person forever.

"I don't want you to be dressed. A body like yours should be seen, appreciated, worshipped, not hidden away by a layer of sexy school uniforms," Kurt grinned and started kissing around his chest.

"But then again, I don't really wanna share -" Kurt groaned and took one of Blaine's nipples between his teeth.

With a peck to Blaine's mouth he was quickly out of the bed and over by the dresser. He pulled out a black t-shirt and grabbed the sweatpants Blaine had used earlier before he threw it in his face. He started pulling on underwear and clothes himself before starting to gather the soiled bedspread and Blaine's shirt from the hamper.

"I'll hurry to go wash this. And I was thinking… if you still wanna go on that date, maybe we should do it tomorrow. Cause it's Friday, and my dad will kill me if I'm not there for family dinner," Kurt said and rolled his eyes, but Blaine suspected that he really didn't it find it all that troubling.

"So I'll just have dinner with you and your family tonight? That's cool," Blaine grinned, not really sure if he had crossed the line.

"That wasn't really what I… oh screw it. Yes, you can join family dinner tonight," Kurt groaned and turned on his heel to head for the washing room downstairs.

Blaine slid down in the sheets. He turned to sniff in the scent of Kurt in everything around him and appreciated that they had kept sex on the bedspread instead of in the sheets. He closed his eyes and let himself swell in the feeling before he started pulling on some clothes.

As soon as he was dressed he grabbed out his phone. He had a few messages from Tina and one from Cooper. He didn't really bother to read them properly over before he made a call.

"Hey mom," he beamed into the phone, hoping he didn't ooze of post-sex-glow through the phone.

"Hi honey. How are you?" His mom chimed from the other end of line and Blaine felt like everything inside of him was trying to dance twist from what he was about to ask his mom.

"I'm… really, really good, mom. Well, I was thinking if it would be okay for me to have dinner at Kurt's house tonight? At his house they have this tradition of having a family dinner every Friday and uhm - Kurt asked me if I wanted to join tonight," Blaine explained, hoping he wasn't crossing the line between lying and adjusting the truth for parental reasons too much.

"Of course you can eat at Kurt's house. That sounds like a really lovely tradition. Is his family nice?" She chatted, and Blaine was relieved that he didn't have to tell her lie after lie to be with Kurt anymore.

Blaine had to bond himself to not overflow with happiness. He still couldn't believe how supportive his mom had turned out to be of his relationship with Kurt, but he didn't waste an opportunity of thanking whatever higher powers there might be.

"They're really cool, mom. Don't worry. I'm in good hands here," Blaine grinned and fell back against the headboard. Memories of what they had just done against the wood only a few hours ago rushed to his mind and made him giggle and blush.

"That's good. I'm glad to hear that. Just be home around midnight. Have a good night, sweetheart. And tell Kurt I said hi," his mom wished him before Blaine returned her wishes and they hung up.

"Talking to mommy?" Kurt asked as he entered right when Blaine let his phone drop to the bed.

"I just wanted to make sure she knew I won't be home for dinner. She says hi," Blaine smiled, feeling full of love and his ass and crotch still a little sore as a proof of their afternoon.

"Well hi mommy. Maybe I should come to your house more often. So I can be the picture-perfect gay-son-in-law. Wear colorful scarves and flail with your mom over the fall's fashion," Kurt said as he crawled over the bed. Blaine couldn't really figure out if he was innocently joking or if he was mocking the idea of his mom actually liking him.

"No one says you have to interact with my mom. No one is forcing you to do anything," Blaine said a little cautious.

"Whatever," Kurt groaned and rolled his eyes.

xXx

Dinner with Kurt's family was nice. It sure was better than the last time. Kurt didn't even storm out once. Rachel wasn't there and no one brought up glee club - at least not in relation to Kurt.

Finn asked Blaine how The Warblers were doing after not qualifying for Nationals, and Blaine had to remind himself that no one knew about his troubles with his friends except for Kurt. The subject was quickly taken over by Kurt's dad asking him if he was any good in fixing cars, leading Kurt to grunt and roll his eyes when Blaine told about his time of fixing cars with his dad.

After dinner they all went to the living room for coffee. Blaine felt a little misplaced and wasn't sure how to act since Kurt was sitting in the corner of the couch playing with a fold in his pants and seemed like he mostly wanted to get away as quickly as possible.

"Look at that - you're a member of the family," Kurt said when they returned to his room. He kicked a little at the leg of the bed before falling down with his face buried in the unmade sheets.

"Is it bad that your family likes me? Or at least… they seem to like me," Blaine said, a little hurt that Kurt was taking it this way.

"Listen - I was never planning on having a boyfriend, and even less was I planning on introducing anyone to my family of vultures. My plans never involved anyone else," Kurt explained and turned to lie on his side. He was looking up at Blaine who was standing in the middle of the room, suddenly feeling extremely uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry. I never meant to ruin your plans," he scuffed and shifted his weight between his feet before starting to collect his things.

"Blaine, stop that crap. My real problem here is that now I have to figure out if I want to change my plans. If I want new plans," Kurt groaned and crawled to sit on his knees.

Blaine turned around and looked at Kurt with a sigh.

"Sounds like you've already kicked me out."

"That's my problem. I don't want to kick you out. I wanna see if I can maybe… have some new plans - with you. If we can have plans… together," Kurt said and grabbed Blaine's hand. Kurt didn't look at him, he kept his eyes focused on where his hand was playing with Blaine's fingers between them.

"You mean… you want us to have - future-plans, together?" Blaine asked, not sure he dared hoping that it had been what Kurt had been suggesting.

"I won't force you to anything. I just… don't like the idea of you not being a part of my future. I don't really have a future. But I want you to be my future," Kurt sighed and his cheeks flushed a little.

"Kurt… since I met you I haven't considered going anywhere without you. Although you have to tell me about your plans. I don't wanna get in the way of anything, we can always adjust it to make it fit each other," Blaine grinned and folded his arms around Kurt.

"I don't think so. But I bet you're already promised off to some fancy law-school or something. And I could be your trophy wife, cause I can't do anything, so you could take care of me and in turn I can fuck your brains out whenever you'd like," Kurt smiled and wrapped his legs around Blaine so they fell back on the bed together.

"Kurt, you need to stop saying that. You can do so much. I was thinking about something the other day -" Blaine said softly.

"What? It better be good," Kurt said and let his hands travel down Blaine's ass to take a firm grip so his pelvis was pressed closer to Kurt's.

"I uhm… I think you should go back to glee club," Blaine said and knew what was coming.

Kurt put his palms to Blaine's chest and pushed him to fall down on the bed next to him.

"Well, good thing you can't tell me what to do or what not to do, huh?" Kurt wringed and turned his head so there was no way of their eyes meeting.

"I didn't tell you what to do, Kurt. I would never try telling you what to do. All I said was that I think you would should consider going back before it's too late. You're graduating soon, and I really think you would regret it if you don't share the last bit with them."

"Well, there's a big chance I'm not graduating, so I'll always have a second chance next year, so don't sweat it," Kurt grunted and turned his back on Blaine.

Blaine wanted to scream and kick something. He couldn't understand why Kurt would keep degrading himself that way. So he made a decision that he already knew potentially could be very stupid, but he thought it was worth it if he could get through to Kurt.

He moved over the bed to put his arm around Kurt's waist. He pulled him closer and kissed his neck with his thumb brushing over his belly.

"Sing to me," Blaine whispered.

"Stop pushing me."

"Please. I wanna hear you sing," he continued. He wasn't going to let Kurt's self-loathing stop him. He knew enough about him to be certain that Kurt was only reacting this way because Blaine had seen right through him and hit the right button. Kurt wanted back to glee club, he missed it, but would never admit it.

"Shut up!"

They both fell silent. At first Kurt tried forcing Blaine's arm away, but he quickly gave up and put his head on his elbow, trying to ignore Blaine even was in the room.

Blaine was not prepared for what was to come…

"And you can tell everybody
That this is your song
I know it's quite simply but
Now that's it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is
While you're in the world…"

Kurt's voice hit Blaine like a train. He had really not expected him to cave and now that he had his voice was nothing like Blaine had ever experienced Kurt to be like. He was like velvet, and it felt like he his walls of ice were melting in Blaine's arms.

He wanted to move closer, to pull Kurt closer to him, but he was paralyzed with the fear that he would stop singing and snap out of the vulnerability if he noticed Blaine was still with him. So he stayed with his arm locked around his waist and his forehead rested against his back. He closed his eyes and let Kurt's voice fill every part of him, and right as he ended he wanted to ask him not to stop. It was like Kurt was finally showing him himself.

"Kurt… you shouldn't lock your voice away. It's beautiful. Like you."

Kurt moved away and got to his feet. He disappeared into the bathroom and locked the door. Blaine was left by himself to be unknowing of what had happened. He hadn't been lying, or saying anything to make Kurt happy - he really did think that his voice was beautiful and should be heard rather than hidden the way Kurt always refused to sing in any way.

"Kurt. I have to leave. It's late, and I promised my mom to be home before midnight," Blaine called through the door. He put on his blazer over the t-shirt he had borrowed from Kurt and bumped the door with his shoulder to make some sort of indication that he was being serious. Kurt had been out there for quite a while now and he could just as well have fallen asleep out there.

The door was flung open and when Kurt showed he was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. He looked like he was ready to go out himself.

"Cool. Guess I'll see you tomorrow then," he said and sat down to pull on his boots. He got up and grabbed his coat before walking around Blaine who followed him out of the room and downstairs.

Kurt walked straight out of the door but Blaine popped his head in the living room to say goodnight. Polite as always, not caring that Kurt had left all knowledge of manners behind.

When he got to his car he unlocked it and opened the door when he was pushed against the car, lips pressed against his own.

"I'm going to Scandals. Will you think of me when you jerk off tonight?" Kurt grinned and licked a wet stripe over Blaine's lower lip, his eyes glistening and playing.

"I'm not jerking off tonight. And as long as you don't find someone else to jerk you off I don't really care where you're going," Blaine said and drew a heavy breath.

"What the fuck, Blaine? I wouldn't do that!"

"Good. So we agree. Can I go home now?"

Kurt sighed heavily and let his arms lock around Blaine. He pulled him into a hug, and it felt like he was trying to tell him something but didn't know how to.

"I love you. So much. Please don't think anything else," Kurt whispered and kissed his neck. He brushed his hands up and down Blaine's back under his blazer a few times before letting go.

"You're sexy when you're wearing my t-shirt," he grinned.

"You always think I'm sexy."

"That I do. Will you please tell me that you love me, now?" Kurt sighed. He kicked a little at the ground with the tip of his boot and watched a rock fly to the street from the force. When he looked back up to Blaine's face he seemed transformed. Like it wasn't so much that he wanted Blaine to say that he loved him, but more that he needed him to say it.

"Kurt, I do love you. You know that I do," Blaine assured him and let a hand cup his face.

"I just… like hearing you say it," Kurt admitted and closed his eyes.

"Goodnight. Okay. I'll see you tomorrow. If anyone here is beautiful it's you," Kurt said under his breath and pressed a kiss to Blaine's mouth while squeezing his hand before he turned and walked towards his motorcycle.

Blaine turned to bump his forehead against the car for a moment before he got in and drove home.

xXx

Blaine didn't hear from Kurt for the rest of the night. He had sent him a goodnight-text but Kurt never replied, so Blaine figured he hadn't brought his phone to Scandals. When Blaine woke up Saturday morning he still hadn't heard anything from him, but he didn't take it too heavy.

He spend the day on going to the gym with his mom. After they were done and had showered she took him out for lunch and fritted him for information about Kurt and their relationship. He told her everything about how long they had been together, and that he really loved Kurt - and that Kurt loved him back.

He avoided getting in on the subject of how they met, but brushed it off by saying that Kurt had seen him with Tina a few times and then they accidentally bumped into each other and started talking. He didn't tell her about their times of spending the night together either - he figured it best to keep the intimate details to a minimum, and luckily his mom didn't poke into it either.

They agreed that it was best to still keep his dad in the dark about Blaine's relationship to Kurt since his mom also had the feeling that he wouldn't be as please with the idea as she was. She wanted to take some time to slowly talk him into the fact that his son was gay wasn't a bad thing, and Blaine appreciated it. He was seriously concerned about what would happen when his dad found out about Kurt.

When they were back home Blaine called Tina and told her about what The Warblers had did and how Kurt had reacted. She was sad to hear that his friends had turned their back on him, but was happy to hear that Kurt had taken care of him. She told him about how life was for her and said that she missed him since they hadn't talked much lately. He couldn't help feel guilty.

"Blaine - I think your phone is ringing," his mom called from the living room around 3 so he hurried to find a text waiting for him.

Kurt: "I'll pick you up at 6.30. Look nice. As always xxxx"

He nearly fell off the couch when he read the message. He hadn't expected their date to be reality anyway since he hadn't heard from Kurt since the night before, and he had seemed less than satisfied with Blaine's suggestion of him going back to glee club.

"What's going on? You seem happy," his mom smiled and snuck a look over his shoulder.

"That sounds fancy. I guess he's really treating you nice. If not I'll kick his ass," she chuckled and kissed his cheek.

"He does. He's amazing," Blaine said and was sure he was blushing but not caring the slightest.

He hugged his mom and hurried to his room to start going through outfits. He didn't know where they were going, but since it was Lima and it seemed like Kurt was spending all of his money on his motorcycle and secretly on expensive hair and skin care products and clothes he wasn't expecting more than a diner. Not that it would be a problem; Kurt could take him to dinner by bringing sandwiches for them to eat on a bench in the park and he would be happy.

When he had found out a proper outfit in the form of a pair of black jeans, a white shirt and blue sweatervest with matching bowtie he called Tina to tell her about Kurt's promise of a date before he went to shower.

At 6.27 his mom called that someone was waiting for him at the door. He took a last glance in the mirror, saved a lock of hair that had escaped the gel, fixed his bowtie and ran down the stairs. His mom was waiting in the hall with a wide grin on her face and tripping after him as he went for the door.

"Mom, please -" Blaine sighed and rolled his eyes, but secretly he was happy to finally get the feeling of what it was like.

He opened the door and was completely breathless by the sight. Kurt was smiling rather proud of himself as he offered Blaine a red rose. He was wearing his usual leather jacket, but he had mixed it up with black skinny jeans, white boots and a tight, midnight-blue blouse with a crooked zipper down his chest. His hair was perfect as always and he was wearing a slight hint of black eyeliner that made his eyes pop beautifully.

"Kurt, that's beautiful," Blaine stammered and wished he hadn't been too awkward to kiss him in front of his mom.

"You look especially dashing tonight," Kurt smiled.

"I borrowed Finn's car. Well, I had to pay him, but in the end it worked. I'm not making you ride on the back of my baby."

"Good. If that was the plan I had forced us to take my car," Blaine grinned and sent his mom a saying look.

"Yes. Now you two handsome boys go and have fun - and Blaine just text me, right. I'll put this in your room," she trilled and grabbed the rose before she kissed his cheek, waved at Kurt and left them to themselves.

"That wasn't creepy at all," Blaine chuckled as he followed Kurt down the driveway.

"Come on. If she likes me she can't be that bad," Kurt grinned and bumped his shoulder before holding the door open for him.

"You are really being at your best behavior tonight," Blaine said impressed as Kurt was in the driver's seat next to him.

"Of course I am. For now. Not planning on making it last all night, though -" he responded and winked before starting the car.

"Where are we going, anyway?" Blaine asked, figuring he'd better keep the conversation innocent for as long as he possibly could.

"Not Breadstix. Seems like people think it's the only place that exists here, it's so boring and uninspiring. No, we're going somewhere else," Kurt said with secrecy filling his face.

The rest of the trip neither said much. Blaine turned on the radio and sang along to the songs, noticing Kurt mouthing along to the words as well. For a moment he considered asking him to sing with him, but he didn't want to risk Kurt reacting the way he had done the night before.

When Kurt parked the car Blaine was shocked. He hadn't expected this at all. They were in front of a fancy Italian restaurant Blaine only knew because his parents came there sometimes, and one time his mom had taken him and Cooper for lunch there. Blaine had never thought he would be going there himself.

Before he could collect his thoughts Kurt was out to open the door for him and hold his hand all the way inside. Kurt gave the host his name in a skillful way that made him seem like he was used to going places like this.

"You look really amazing," Kurt whispered in his ear as they were waiting to be shown to their table, and for a moment Blaine nearly suggested that they skipped dinner and went directly home to cuddle instead.

They were shown to their table and for once Blaine was happy that he knew the meaning of the table settings in fancy restaurants. He had no intention on looking like a total idiot in front of Kurt.

When they were seated a waiter came to retrieve their orders, first raising an eyebrow as if he was expecting them to cause trouble, but when they placed their orders politely and highly eloquent without hesitation he seemed close to impressed instead.

That's when it all turned awkward. Blaine realized he had no idea what to say. He was impressed that Kurt had even thought to put the evening together himself, but he was sad to experience that he didn't know what to talk to Kurt once they were out in public and couldn't hide behind kisses and touches.

"Blaine, are you alright?" Kurt asked after a little while of silence between them. Blaine had been shyly looking around the restaurant to take in the new impressions and sights.

He had to take a minute to shake himself back to reality. He had been so absorbed in taking in Kurt's appearance that he had completely zoned and for a minute forgot time an space altogether.

"Yeah. I'm just... overwhelmed, that's all -" he smiled softly and felt like brushing his hand over Kurt's cheek, but figured it wouldn't be appropriate for the setting, so he made a mental note to remember to caress Kurt as much as possible once they were back alone.

"Is it too much? Fuck! Of course it's too much. I just can't make it right. Dammit I suck!" Kurt groaned and rubbed his palms over his face, the cutlery tinkling lightly on the table from the sudden movement.

"No, no, no – Kurt, it's amazing. I'm really impressed. And happy. And honestly quite flattered that you would do this for me," Blaine assured him. He was stunned that Kurt could even consider it being too much when he was trying to be nice – and succeeding greatly.

"Are you sure? Cause we can sneak out if you'd rather go to McDonald's or something instead, " Kurt assured him shyly.

"Kurt, now you're gonna stop saying that and we're gonna enjoy our date – and you're gonna smile at me. And I will spend the entire evening glaring at you and admiring how gorgeous you look. Because I love this – I love you!"

Kurt gasped under his breath and Blaine could sense that he was grabbing a fistful of the table clothing as a flushed smile spread across his face.

"Yes. Of course. I love you too."

And that was it. They continued the evening with eating and Kurt asking Blaine about his friendship with Tina, and Kurt told him about how he and Finn had known each other before their parents met – and reluctantly Kurt admitted that he once had a crush on Finn, which Blaine found adorable, but was relieved to find that it was before they moved in together.

As they finished dining Blaine was sad. He didn't want it to end; he wanted to talk and laugh with Kurt this way forever. He wanted to create a bubble outside of time and space to keep them there forever and never have to deal with anything or anyone ever again.

When it unfortunately seemed like they couldn't postpone it any longer Kurt paid their check. They walked to the car in silence where Kurt once again held the door open for Blaine.

The car ride was just as silent. Kurt kept his hand on Blaine's thigh the entire drive and as he parked in the Anderson driveway he sighed and let his head fall back against the neck rest.

It was already dark outside, but Kurt's eyes were still shining strongly through the closed space of the car.

"I'm not ready to let you go, yet. I don't want this night to end," Kurt said heavily and let his fingers twist in between Blaine's. He stared out the window for a moment before he looked back to Blaine's eyes, and Blaine's heart started racing.

"It's not that late. You can come inside. We can go to my room and – I don't know... I honestly don't care, as long as we're together," Blaine offered softly. He squeezed his hand a little around Kurt's and sent him a smile. If he didn't say yes he wouldn't know what to do; he needed to feel him close.

"Do you think your parents would be okay with that?" Kurt asked sharply with a raised eyebrow.

"Kurt, stop that. Do you wanna come inside or not? Cause if not I'm just gonna go inside myself and gossip with my mom about you instead," Blaine said, determined not to let Kurt's bad attitude ruin the night. It had been way too perfect to end with a crash.

To his surprise Kurt leaned over the gearshift between them and cupped his face with both hands. He pressed a long, innocent kiss to his lips and Blaine couldn't help putting his hands on his arms in a hope that he would never let go.

"Let's go inside then. I just wanna... hold you," Kurt admitted and seemed shy to do so. He let his hands slide down Blaine's arm, over his wrist to grab his hand and kiss it. Blaine was overwhelmed by how sweet and nonchalant he was and felt like he had always dreamed of feeling by the end of a date.

They go out of the car and walked into the Anderson house. They didn't meet anyone on the way which Blaine was pretty satisfied about. He asked Kurt to meet him upstairs before he went to find his parents in the living room watching the news. He asked his mom to come to the hall with him where he told her that he had taken Kurt to his room, and she seemed thrilled about the idea, and forced him to promise to tell her about their date when Kurt had left.

When he walked into his room the lights were off. It wasn't until his eyes got used to the dark he realized Kurt's boots and jacket were nicely sat at the side of the bed and Kurt was curled up on the bed, waiting for him to go lie with him.

Blaine hurried to change into his pajama pants and a t-shirt without making too much noise. As soon as he was finished he crawled onto the bed and curled up into Kurt's arms. He kissed his bicep gently and closed his eyes to let himself be filled with the love he couldn't help let take over him.

Neither of them said a word for a long time. They stayed quiet and listened to each others heartbeat and breathing. Blaine was filled with the scent and feeling of Kurt. His strong arms around him and his body pressed against Blaine's in his own arms. Every now and then Kurt pressed a peck to his forehead or his temple and Blaine felt like his lips were burning a print he would proudly wear in front of the world.

"I wanna be with you forever," Kurt whispered suddenly. He hugged Blaine a little tighter and it was like his breathing stopped in waiting for a reaction.

"I wanna be with you forever, too -" was all Blaine could say back. He kissed Kurt's chin and brushed his hand up his back with a slow movements.

Before either of them could say anymore they were interrupted by the vibrations from Blaine's phone. He sighed heavily and annoyed but figured he had to check since it could be his mom. He was right.

Mom: "Is Kurt staying for the night? Cause we're going to bed and I just wanted to know if I should lock the door?"

Blaine sped to sit up, staring down in the display like he couldn't believe what he saw – because he really couldn't. He could feel that Kurt was staring at him, but he didn't move an inch.

"What's going on? Are you alright, baby?" Kurt asked, his voice raw like he hadn't used it for ages.

"Do you wanna sleep in my bed tonight?" Blaine turned around and smiled at Kurt through the dark of the room.

"I would like that – but your parents would kill me. That's just mean to ask when I can't," Kurt objected but looked truly regretful to decline the offer.

Blaine fell down to the mattress with a thump. He nuzzled his nose against Kurt's cheek and put a peck to the corner of his mouth before catching his eyes.

"It was my mom's idea. She asked if you were spending the night here. You can take off your clothes and lie next to me and hold me until we fall asleep – and even after that. How does that sound?" He was positively glowing. He had to be.

"Perfect. It sounds perfect," Kurt smiled and the stars Blaine loved so much appeared in his eyes. He turned his face to catch Blaine's mouth for a kiss before he found his way to his feet.

"Can I borrow your toothbrush again?" Kurt asked shyly and Blaine grinned up at him in acceptance. Kurt smiled and disappeared out the door, leaving it slightly open so a beam of yellow light from the hallway streamed in to paint the carpet.

After a little while Blaine heard his mom on the stairs, he would know her walk any day, just as Kurt left the bathroom and came walking down the hall. He held his breath, nervous of what would happen, or how they would react to meeting each other that way. They were faced with each other without Blaine being present – and they stopped.

"Thank you so much for being so kind, Mrs. Anderson," he could hear Kurt say through the creak of the door. He nearly didn't blink, simply waited.

"Of course. It seems like you're making Blaine happy and that is more than enough for me. But if you break my boy's heart I will have to kick your ass," his mom teased and Kurt chuckled in response.

"Sure. Although I think he would be able to take care of that himself. I wouldn't mess with him, considering the time he spends at the gym," Kurt laughed and Blaine his mom laugh with him.

"But I have to say... I really care about him. I just want him to be happy. That's the most important thing to me. I know I don't really have a lot to offer him, but if I can put a smile on his face, I really feel like I've at least accomplished something good," Kurt said softly and Blaine felt tears press to his eyes.

"I can assure you that you have succeeded. I don't think I've ever seen him so cheerful. I was starting to worry about him, and then you put that bright smile on his face. Thank you. You're a good boy."

"I am very happy to hear that," Kurt smiled and there was rustling of fabrics.

"Now you two have a goodnight, but no funny business while I'm in the house. He's still a little boy to me," she warned in a teasing tone and Blaine was on his way to dig a hole he could die in from embarrassment.

"I promise I'll be good. Goodnight, Mrs. Anderson -" Kurt said and Blaine could hear in his voice that he was smiling. His footsteps proceeded down the hall and Blaine curled up to pretend he hadn't been listening, though he knew that the grin filling his face was bound to tell him off.

"Hey sweet prince. Are you waiting for me? I have a sinful thought or two to keep you occupied if you need distraction," Kurt purred and rubbed his back against Blaine's, his hand sneaking its way under his shirt.

Blaine hummed lightly and stroke his hand down Kurt's arm before he turned around to press his mouth against his jaw and lightly scraped his teeth over the milky skin. He pressed his own body against Kurt's and smiled at how warm and homely he felt.

"I'll go brush my teeth, and when I get back I wanna kiss you. A lot," Blaine yawned and it occurred to him that he hadn't even noticed a need for sleep creeping up on him – but he didn't want to sleep, he wanted to enjoy that for once he was going to share a bed with Kurt for an entire night without them having to sneak around to do it.

"I have a few places you can kiss if you're so eager to use that pretty mouth of yours," Kurt grinned and nipped at his lower lip with his fingers seeking down the waistband of Blaine's sweats and underwear.

"Alright. Let's cool off for a second. My parents are right down the hall," Blaine groaned and sat up before heading for the door. Kurt's head dropped to the sheets under him before he looked up at Blaine.

"I'm sorry. You're so bashful. It's cute," Kurt moaned and Blaine knew that he was only waiting for him to walk out of there so he could stare at his ass as he walked away.

He rolled his eyes and made his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth. He wondered if he should wash up a little or something before going back. He didn't want to seem overly fussy, but he didn't want to be gross either. He settled for brushing his teeth and washing his face and went back to his room.

When Blaine came back to his room Kurt was still in his clothes. He was sitting on the desk at the window with a cigarette in one hand and his phone in the other. He was clearly talking to his dad so Blaine didn't want to interrupt and started pulling off his clothes.

"It's cool. I'm just staying at Blaine's place tonight... you can just call me if you need anything," he said into the phone when he turned to watch Blaine strip off, eyeing him out and obviously enjoying the show.

"I won't be too late tomorrow, I promise. Yes I mean it this time. Goonidght, dad."

He hung up and took a last heave of his cigarette before getting off the desk and walking towards Blaine like he had a mission; which he probably had.

"C'mere, sexy -" he purred and grabbed around Blaine's hands to pull him closer.

Kurt ran a finger down his back, tracing the contours of the muscles and palming over his arms to feel every dent and perfect curve underneath the skin. Blaine was sure he had never felt more like a man than in that second.

"You are so fucking hot. I freaking hate that you have to be wrapped up in clothes all the time," Kurt said in a low voice and Blaine felt like he was staring directly into his most sinful wishes.

He started kissing down Blaine's neck with one hand on the lower portion of his back and the other running down his chest. He purposely made his thumb run extra hard down his nipple as it was going taut for him and Blaine couldn't stop a tender moan coming from some place in his brain he didn't know could even fight its way to his mouth. Kurt continued to traced down his ribs, feeling every, single rib on his fingertips like he was trying to remember the exact feeling and encode it in his mind.

Blaine couldn't do anything but stand and take it, and welcomed it gladly when Kurt moved up to catch his mouth to a kiss that was in one time soft and determined. His hand continued down over Blaine's abdomens. He let his thumb trace down the middle, the heel of his hand feeling out every muscle before he stopped to palm right beneath Blaine's bellybutton. He started to let his fingers run through the coarse hair there, but moved over to take a firm grasp on his hipbone, nearly startling Blaine who was way too blissed out from the touch to even move.

"I love your body so damn much," Kurt groaned against his lips when he rested his forehead against Blaine's to let his mouth back away.

"I'm... glad -" Blaine choked out, afraid that all that would come out of his mouth would be globbering sounds because he couldn't quite find the right connection between speech and sounds at the moment.

"It's just – you're such a man. You have this stupid grace and charm like a little schoolgirl but... fuck! Your body is just... you are just..." Kurt stammered out and crashed his mouth back against Blaine's, his thumb stroking over his hip and Blaine could feel that his hand was tingling to continue feeling around him.

He really knew it was a bad idea. His parents were sleeping right down the hall and he might not think they would hear if they did anything, but it wouldn't feel right to even try it with them in the house – but the feeling of Kurt's hands moving around his body, appreciating how he looked and felt was intoxicating – so he grabbed Kurt's hand on his hip and moved it down his underwear to let his palm feel down his firm ass cheek.

Kurt moaned as he took a grip around his ass. He actually moaned from the feeling of his fingers kneading into the flesh and Blaine could feel him growing hard against his crotch, so he started opening his jeans. He wasn't planning on doing anything – he just needed to feel him too.

It wasn't long until Kurt got the idea and pulled his shirt over his head. He put it on the chair behind him and frantically let his jeans drop as well. He hurried to make his mouth find its way back to Blaine's, this time a little more forceful and sloppy than before.

His right hand was back to the lower of Blaine's back, and his left hand didn't waste any time on finding its way down his shorts. He took a handful of the muscle and squeezed tightly, his nails boring into the skin, his fingertips gripping into his crack. The action made Blaine's pelvis crash closer to Kurt's and the way Kurt was hard in his briefs against his hip made flames slick up face.

Finally Blaine snapped out of his haze and allowed his own hands to wander. His one hand had his fingers tightly locked in Kurt's hair at knead of his neck, the other ran down his back that was steaming hot.

"Kurt... oh god," Blaine moaned needy as one of his nipples collided with Kurt's, and his own hand grabbed Kurt's ass with a wish to go under the fabric, but he was afraid that he would never be able to stop himself if he did.

"Blaine – I can't..." Kurt grunted and caught Blaine's earlobe between his teeth.

Blaine could feel Kurt's heart racing against his chest, only making his own pulse skyrocket and his head feel heavy. He knew he had to stop it before they went too far, but he couldn't make himself do it as Kurt was so hot and close-to-naked with his arms wrapped around him and his hands sliding around his own naked skin.

"Let's... we should go to bed," Blaine said, surprised at the way his voice was breathy, and how he nearly had to shake his head to get the words from his throat and over his tongue.

Kurt didn't stop licking up the shell of his ear, but made Blaine walk backwards with their arms still folded around the other's body. When his calves hit the bed he fell heavily down to sit on the mattress. Kurt started getting ready to join him, but Blaine locked him with his hands on his hips, and Kurt stared confused down on him.

Without really being present in his own mind Blaine started dragging down the elastic of Kurt's briefs, making them down to sit under his ass so his hard cock could spring free, now right in front of Blaine's face. He swallowed hard as he took in the sight, giving himself one last time to see that this was definitely not a wise decision, but he licked his lips and let out his tongue.

He supported Kurt's shaft on his hand so he could lick a trail up the vein on the underside. Kurt's hands flew directly to Blaine's curls as he sucked in a sharp mouthful of air. Blaine decided that since he was doing this he might as well do it thoroughly but not waste time on teasing, so he closed his lips over the head and let his tongue take a trip back up the slit to grab a hold of the pre-come pooling there.

"God, baby, yes -" Kurt moaned over him, and Blaine appreciated that he at least had the sense to not be too loud.

He folded his hand around the shaft to take a few strokes before he made his mouth sink down to take as much of Kurt in as he possibly could. Sometimes he was surprised at how much he enjoyed the taste of Kurt's cock on his tongue; he was so smooth and clean, but the taste was dry and so much like nothing but warm skin until Blaine had been going for a moment.

It had only taken Blaine a few times of sucking Kurt's cocking before he had found the idea to use as much spit as possible. At first he didn't want to think about it, because he thought it was a bit disgusting, but now it was hot and when Kurt was bobbing his head up and down over his own erection he loved the feeling of Kurt's tongue slicking him up.

His hand returned to Kurt's hip, but it only took him a moment to let it travel to his ass instead. The feeling of the flawless skin in his hand was always more perfect than he remembered it, regardless of how much he always built Kurt up to be a god-like figure in his mind – in the end he always turned out to be much better than that.

"You're so gorgeous when you take my cock, Blaine – ugh, Blaine," Kurt whined and tugged a little at Blaine's hair as he heightened his speed.

Blaine hummed around the shaft, feeling the head crashing against the back of his throat with every thrust down over it he did, and wondered if he would ever dare taking him in deeper.

The muscle of his tongue curved around Kurt's shaft, letting it fall perfectly in place like Blaine's tongue was fucking made for pleasuring Kurt cock, and he was starting to think that it was. Kurt was moaning and groaning above him and when Blaine looked up he could see that he was biting his lip to hold in the sounds.

Kurt was staring down at Blaine, his hand now brushing over his hair, caressing down his neck. Blaine upped his chin a little, making Kurt's head run over the roof of his mouth, and Kurt's eyes rolled back in his head from the motion.

The dick in his mouth was throbbing and pulsing against the walls of his mouth, and Blaine allowed himself to suck a little harder, causing a whimper to escape Kurt's mouth, his breathing now a little louder than Blaine would have thought to be healthy when they weren't alone in the house, but definitely not too loud for his own dick to be painfully hard against his thigh.

He closed his eyes and worked his mouth a little faster, Kurt's breathing following his movements. After a moment of bobbing up and down, every now and then accompanied by sucking, Blaine locked his hand around the root and started gently swiping around it.

Kurt's sac was pulsing against his working hand, and the way his breathing was getting hitched and his moaning darker Blaine knew that he was growing close – so he stopped moving his head but kept his lips locked a little below the head.

He sucked hard and kept his hand working furiously around Kurt's cock.

"Blaine, fuck – I'm gonna... come. I'll come, dammit, now!" Kurt warned with a whine and Blaine was perfectly aware that he was coming and that Kurt was warning him so he could stop before it was too late, but Blaine wanted it, so he kept going.

"Shit!" Kurt heaved and hunched forwards. His fingers were painful in Blaine's hair now, but the way Blaine could feel him pulse in his mouth, on his tongue, only to explode to feel up his mouth made completely up for it.

It was hard to keep up, but Blaine reminded himself to keep going. Kurt was leaning forwards, his forehead resting on the top of Blaine's head as he was shooting his come into his boyfriend who was just taking it all, the sound of him breathing through his nose nearly obscene.

There was no way that this could land anywhere when Blaine wouldn't have a chance to wash it before his parents found out, so he forced himself to swallow it all, surprised at how incredibly turned on he was from the fact that he was doing it; from the feeling of it filling his mouth, from the taste of it rolling bitter and salty over his tongue and down his throat – but most of all from the sound of Kurt being a whimpering mess over him.

When there was nothing more to come for Blaine was almost sad. He let his tongue take a last journey up the limping shaft before sliding his mouth fully off. He rested his forehead against Kurt's flexed abs to catch his breath before he pressed a kiss to his right hipbone before falling backwards on the mattress.

For a long time Kurt stayed where he was. He was still panting, his breathing slowing falling down to a normal pace. He moved his briefs back up and adjusted everything with a hand before he clumsily fell with a knee on each side of Blaine's body.

Blaine was still lying motionless with his eyes closed, so when he felt Kurt's lips on his neck and his hand down his underwear he was surprised but too hazed out to do anything but let himself enjoy the feeling of Kurt's hand move expertly around his hard prick.

Kurt sucked Blaine's lower lip into his mouth as his hand was working with a furious speed. His hand was angling awkwardly and Blaine that it was bound to quickly send acid through his arm considering how tight the waistband of his underwear was.

"Kurt I... god you're so good – fuck! I can't..." Blaine heaved out but right as Kurt twisted his wrist it was perfect and his head was sliding up his arm with every movement.

"I can't... come on my underwear. Jesus," Blaine whimpered.

I can't believe I am saying this when it's so good, and he's so good, rolled around somewhere in Blaine's dazed out mind.

"It's okay. I wasn't planning on letting you," Kurt smiled deviously and somehow had his arm moved in a way that had Blaine's boxers start to crawl off his waist.

With a fast, fluid movement Kurt was on his knees and had his free hand pulling the fabric down to the middle of Blaine's thighs. He shot Blaine a grin and wiggled his eyebrows before he leaned down and took him in.

Kurt's mouth was hot and taking him in until he hit his throat, all in one swift. He didn't even stop to get used to the feeling before he started bobbing quickly up and down. Blaine could that there was already spit everywhere and he was getting more and more frustrated as he couldn't even move his legs from Kurt straddling him.

It didn't take long until Kurt was sucking harder than ever, Blaine was certain he was trying to suck every drop of fluid in his body out through his dick, so when he had to face that he couldn't hold back he didn't even care.

"Kurt, don't stop. Don't stop, please, don't stop -" was all he could press out without filling the air with a noise close to a scream or a yelp. He was grappling at Kurt's shoulders and boring his head down in the mattress, all he could see was darkness and colored stars dancing.

The way Kurt was teasefully playing with the tip of his tongue around the shaft, over the head, down the slit – was simply too much. Craving, a need, filled his stomach, and as Kurt went back to sucking he nearly didn't make it to feel his balls crying before he was shooting hot and heavy and thick into Kurt's mouth.

He was gone before he could comprehend it himself. He felt Kurt keep on sucking on him until it was hopeless and he was wrecked and lying limp over his pelvis. He let his fingers run lazy into Kurt's hair, but as he started making his way back up Blaine's body he gave up.

What was to come he hadn't expected though. Kurt forcefully shoved his tongue into Blaine's mouth and Blaine felt something thick and more bitter than spit hit his tastebuds. Kurt kept pushing his tongue over Blaine's, shoving his come into his own mouth and Blaine swallowed himself.

When there was nothing more but the aftertaste left Kurt turned soft and hazy, like he was on the edge of falling asleep. Blaine brushed his hand up and down his back a couple of times before Kurt collapsed atop of of him, his face hidden in the crook of his neck.

"Oh god, what did we do?!" Blaine moaned in terror when he realized they had just had sex with his parents so close to them that they could have come in any minute it should be.

"Something I'll never forget," Kurt panted and kissed his collarbone before falling heavily down to lie next to him. As if it was the only right thing to do Kurt let his hand down between them to lock his fingers with Blaine's.

Blaine rolled clumsily over to lie on side and pressed a kiss to Kurt's shoulder before he figured that he needed to move so he could get his underwear back on, but couldn't wrap his mind around it at the moment.

"We should probably... at least pretend we're trying to sleep," Blaine mumbled and kissed Kurt's shoulder. The feeling of Kurt's saliva drying on his still exposed penis was cold and because of the oversensitivity it close to hurt, but he didn't have the energy to drag his underwear back on.

"Damn, Blaine. I need a fucking cigarette again," Kurt groaned and turned his head to place a kiss on Blaine's sweaty forehead. He was grinning widely and let his free hand down to ghost over Blaine's exhausted dick, sending chills down Blaine's spine and gooseflesh to trace over his entire body.

"You better get your garments back on, beautiful. I don't wanna get you into troubles with the folks. And I don't wanna get into troubles with your folks," Kurt said and let the elastic playfully swipe against Blaine's thigh before he forced himself to sit up. He stretched his torso with a whine and grabbed the pack of cigarettes on the desk.

Blaine started to reluctantly pull his boxers back on before he pushed the bedspread to the floor so he could crawl to the pillows instead of lying in the middle of the bed. It was way too hot for using his usual covers so he found out a sheet and figured that would just have to do. If he got cold it would only be an excuse for moving closer to Kurt.

He stayed on his side, curled up too a ball with a perfect view to Kurt sitting on his windowsill blowing smoke into the cold dark outside with his jaws moving in a way that Blaine couldn't stop himself from finding incredibly sexy. He would never admit it to anyone, but sometimes he wished that he could try smoking himself; he loved watching Kurt smoke and he couldn't help wonder whether Kurt would find him just as hot as he found Kurt if he was smoking. Every now and then he was almost sad that Kurt was trying to quit, but then he remembered that he was doing it for him, to not trigger his asthma, and somehow it didn't seem all that bad anyway – and of course he was scared to death when he thought about the consequences smoking could have to a man.

"What the heck are you staring at? You look like a kid on his first Christmas," Kurt smiled and let his head rest back against the window he was leaning against. He took a heave of the cigarette and Blaine watched the way his lungs took in the intrusion and how he blew it back out, his neck muscles working in perfect unison with his mouth and chest.

"I feel like it. You're just amazing. I like watching you," Blaine revealed and didn't care that his cheeks might flush a little. Right now he was as happy as he had ever been and he had reached a point where he wanted to promise himself to never be shy in front of Kurt ever again.

"God! You're hopeless," Kurt chuckled and got off the desk. He headed directly for the bed where he crawled over Blaine to lie behind him where he could wrap his arm around his waist. Blaine was quick in grabbing his hand and Kurt hummed into his ear in response with a kiss to his neck.

Suddenly the dark felt consuming. Now the sounds that had filled the room as they had been spinning between them were gone, the silence felt like it was a soft blanket protecting them.

"There's... there's something I haven't told you," Kurt suddenly stammered nervously and Blaine's eyes flew open with the speed of lightning.

Everything inside him turned around. A million fears were racing through his mind of what this could possibly be about. Kurt wasn't gay, Kurt wasn't in love with him, Kurt was Canadian and now he was being sent out of the country with the rest of his family, Kurt was dating the guy from Scandals on the side, Kurt had slept with someone else, Kurt was in love with someone else, Kurt was in love with Puck – the more scary a theory was the deeper did it bite into his brain.

Blaine wanted, needed, to turn around so he could see his face when he admitted his secret, but he was paralyzed and terrified of what he was going to find if he turned around, so instead he held his breath and stayed where he was.

"Blaine? Are... well, I did something -" Kurt said and his voice was heavy. He had clearly not planned on telling Blaine whatever this could be, and definitely not now or this way.

Please no, god please no, don't let him leave me or have cheated on me. Please please please, Blaine begged in his head and squeezed his hand around the pillow so hard it was nearly hurting in his knuckles and nails from the resistance of the fabric.

"I sort of... I called Tina earlier today," Kurt started and to his relief Blaine was more confused than scared now, the fears yet roaming around in the back of his head, waiting for the punch of why Kurt would have called his best friend behind his back.

"Why?" He dared to ask, not standing the tension.

"I thought about what you said. I turned it over and considered it and..."

Why did he have to be so slow and mysterious? Sure, he was obviously nervous, but it wasn't exactly calming Blaine's nerves either.

"I asked her if it was too late for me to come back to glee club. She said no. So – I'm going back on Monday." He hurried out the last sentence like it was poisonous on his tongue. He sounded like it was hurting him to admit it, but he also sounded awaiting; like he needed Blaine's approval that he had done something good.

When the words fastened themselves and Blaine really grasped what Kurt was telling him he hurried to sit up and look down on Kurt. He was staring up at him with azure-blue eyes and long eyelashes softing their way over his eyelids.

"Kurt, that's so amazing. I am so happy for you," he burst out with a grin and for a moment he wished that he had known before so he could have given Kurt something better than a simple blowjob as celebration.

"I really think you're gonna be happy about this. I'm so proud of you," he smiled and fell down to kiss Kurt with a loud pop of his lips and his hands cupping Kurt's face. He had no idea how to do it, but he wanted to show Kurt how proud he was of him in every possible way.

"Well, don't get your hopes up. I'll probably screw it up in a few days," Kurt groaned and looked like he regretted having shared it with Blaine.

"No, you're not. You're gonna be amazing. And I'm gonna come see you at Nationals. Don't think you can even try to hold me away. I'll be in the audience and telling everyone around me that the guy up there stealing the spotlight is my boyfriend," Blaine started blabbering on as he showered Kurt's face in kisses.

"You're unbelievable. But don't complain to me when I disappoint you," Kurt grunted and rolled his eyes.

"I'm not listening..." Blaine trilled and grabbed around Kurt's arm to put it around his own waist with a smirk.

"Alright let's just sleep now."

"As you wish. But don't think I'll forget this," Blaine sighed, annoyed that he had to face that he wouldn't be able to convince Kurt that he was going to be a success in going back to his glee club – he just hoped that he would change his mind once he was used to being back with his old friends.

"I love you, Blaine -" Kurt whispered and kissed his cheek.

"I love you too, gorgeous."