When Blaine woke up his pillow felt weird. He blinked a few times before he realized that his face was lying on a piece of paper. He rubbed his eyes with his knuckles before grabbing the paper and falling to lie on his side instead of his front.

"Blaine Anderson

Will you be my boyfriend? X the box"

Under the message was a quick drawing of a heart that looked like it had been erased and drawn all over again a few times before the final result.

Next to the heart were three boxes. All three of them had options written over them.

"Yes", "Hell Yes" and "Fuck Yes"

At the very bottom was a post scriptum in the form of one more box with the option of "Suck My Cock".

Blaine grinned. He couldn't stop himself from chuckling under his breath. He felt his cheeks go red and a teeny squeal was forming in the back of his throat. He nuzzled his nose into the pillow and bit his lower lip.

"Is that a good enough fucking letter for you?" Kurt's voice sounded and Blaine was startled. He turned around to see Kurt sitting on the desk with a cigarette in his mouth and the window open. Apparently he had been awake for some time considering he had found time to write the letter. He had even found time to put on his boxers.

He took one last heave of before he threw it out the window, blew the smoke out and jumped off the desk. He crawled over the bed on all four until he was hovering over Blaine with a hand and a knee on each side of him.

"Are you satisfied now? Cause I'm not gonna take no for an answer here," Kurt declared with a growl directly into Blaine's ear. He pushed a sharpie into Blaine's hand and sat up to rest on his hips.

"Alright. But don't peek - you'll see it when you get it," Blaine warned and twisted his torso in the best possible way to avoid Kurt sneaking his way to look.

He did what he could to take his time. Of course he did. It was more fun if he could keep him hanging a bit. He still couldn't believe that this was really happening. Yet, his ass was still sore as a proof of the night before - not to mention that he was still naked and Kurt was straddling him on top of his covers.

Yeah, and his throat was still a bit rasp from his asthma attack. That he had nearly forgotten about though.

He put the sharpie to the paper to give his reply, using his hand for support, before he folded it up and turned around so he could hand it to Kurt with a triumphant smile. He accepted it with a suspicious glance before he opened it back up.

"So - that's your final answer, huh?" He asked, eyes still locked on he paper in his hands.

In a quick motion Kurt dropped down so he could dig his hands under the covers. He pulled them down to reveal Blaine's naked frame on the sheets under him, and as he was looking down with his eyes tracing down to take in all details a victorious grin filled his face.

"So this is all mine now. That would mean I can do pretty much what I want with it. Including fulfilling your last wish as a free man -" Kurt exclaimed and his eyes flickered to the letter where Blaine had ticked "fuck yes" and "suck my cock" boxes.

As Kurt's eyes fixated on that particular spot Blaine could feel his dick twitch and knew that Kurt wouldn't to do anymore than so much as breath on it before he would turn hard as a rock.

Kurt let a palm travel down Blaine's chest where he let it end to rest on his solar plexus. He smiled and licked his lips with a saying look in his eyes, and it was a battle for Blaine to not let go of his hips so they could buck upwards, desperate to feel him in some way.

With a devious snicker Kurt bent down to press light kisses onto Blaine's hips. He looked back up and Blaine could feel all blood in his body rush towards his crotch as Kurt's Adams Apple was ghosting over his increasing erection.

He continued to kiss down Blaine's thighs, licking and nipping at the skin before he put a long, wet trail from his sac up his length. Blaine's dick immediately came to life and before he knew it he was hard and Kurt was teasingly kissing his head.

His hands rushed into Kurt's hair, fingertips caressing over his scalp while he struggled to kill the whimpers that were building in the back of his throat.

"Yes. Please, please," Blaine mumbled under his breath with the muscles of his thighs throbbing to be allowed to move. Kurt made his lips slowly slide down around his head, his tongue carefully running over his slit, before he slid his mouth back off with an excruciatingly slow speed.

He sat up and wiped his mouth with his eyes locked on Blaine. He was grinning down at him, and a smirk was filling his face as he watched Blaine's chest going unsteady.

"Why? Why, why, why would you stop?" Blaine asked panicky, his eyes flickering from Kurt to his aching cock and back to Kurt's face again.

"I'm gonna go brush my teeth because I wanna kiss you. Then I expect to get some coffee or I might die - or you might die," Kurt exclaimed and got to his feet.

"Feel free to finish that yourself," he said and fixed his boxers as they were probably pressing against his own obvious erection. Then he left the room, and Blaine was alone naked on his bed, the feeling of Kurt's tongue on him still burning his skin.

For a second his hand tryingly closed around his shaft. He could feel all the veins throbbing as he swiped a few times but eventually let go again. It didn't feel right, and he would much rather have Kurt to be the one to get him off.

He stumbled out of bed and clumsily got his clothes on. It was painful to be locked inside the fabric but he figured it would slow down and disappear after a little time of domesticities. When he was sure it wouldn't be too difficult to walk down the stairs he headed for the kitchen.

He fumbled around to make coffee and leaned against the counter with his forehead resting on a cabinet while he closed his eyes to get a grip of himself. That was a harder task then he had expected. Images, sentences, everything from the previous night was roaming around his brain and the feeling of Kurt's skin against his own was still warm like burn marks everywhere.

What has happened to me? Less than 24 hours ago I was nearly dying on the asphalt, and now I have a guy in my bathroom. Kurt. I'm with Kurt. I am with Kurt!

"No coffee yet?" Kurt's voice sounded behind him and Blaine felt his arms lock around his waist. He rested his chin on Blaine's shoulder and for a second Blaine was sure his heart was on its way out of his throat.

He stiffened for a moment, grasping himself and deadly scared because how the hell was he supposed to act around a boyfriend? He had never had boyfriend. Shit, Kurt is my boyfriend!

He carefully turned around, Kurt not unlocking his arms, so he was met by the scent of mint toothpaste and Kurt still only in his boxers. Blaine smiled insecurely at him and Kurt smiled back with a raised eyebrow in a what-the-hell-are-you-laughing-at-fashion.

"No. But uhm… soon," Blaine mumbled without knowing where to look. His eyes darted around the room, but eventually ended on his shirt crumpling between them.

"Are you still nervous? I told you I'm not gonna do anything you don't like, alright?" Kurt assured him with his eyes scrutinizing Blaine's face.

In response Blaine pressed his lips together, still afraid to look him in the eyes so Kurt grabbed his chin and forced him to meet his eyes.

"Are you having second thoughts about this? You don't wanna be with me anyway?" Kurt asked. His eyes turned hard and his lips pursed. Somehow his entire body seemed to go cold and stiff around Blaine.

"What? Why would you say that? Of course I do, I ticked the right box, right? I am crazy about you -" Blaine panicked, afraid Kurt would turn around to put on his clothes and leave, so Blaine prepared himself to beg him to stay.

To his relief Kurt turned warm and soft again. He didn't smile but let go of Blaine's chin and let his hand pull him closer. He stared at him for a moment, like he was considering whether he meant it or not, but slowly nodded.

"Good. Good then," he said and leaned in to put a kiss to Blaine's lips before he let go off him and walked to sit by the dining table.

Blaine stayed where he was. He watched as Kurt looked around the kitchen, taking in the scenery of where he was. Suddenly Blaine was very aware of the pictures of him and Cooper on the wall, and the picture of him and Tina from last Halloween where they were dressed as a pirate and a mermaid - homemade costumes, of course.

As soon as the coffee was done Blaine hurried to get two mugs and put one on the table in front of Kurt before he sat down in the chair opposite him. He turned his mug over and over again on the table in front of him, staring into the black liquid twirling around in front of him, and neither of them said anything.

"You live sort of fancy," Kurt remarked and gulped down a mouthful of his coffee, his eyes still grazing the room.

It was strange to sit there like that. Blaine felt like a stranger in his own home. Somehow it was like he wasn't the same person as he was when they had entered the house the night before.

He wanted to say something back, but he didn't know what it should be. He had never considered them to be living fancy, or particularly different than other people. So he shrugged and drank his coffee in silence.

Blaine got off his chair and found out some cereal. He offered Kurt and he returned to the table where they consumed their breakfast without exchanging words. When they were done Kurt got off his chair and excused himself that he needed to smoke, so Blaine said that he would clean up himself.

When he returned to his bedroom Kurt was on the bed under the covers, curled up to a ball like a sleeping kitten. In some way he looked peaceful, almost like the angelic boy Tina had described that he used to be.

I wonder if he'll ever be like that again, Blaine though to himself.

"Come 'ere. Lie with me. Please," Kurt mumbled into the sheets without so much as opening his eyes. He simply opened the covers to indicate that he was waiting for him to come to the bed instead of standing by the door.

At first Blaine wasn't sure. He shifted his weight a little and looked at Kurt as he was nearly hidden by the covers, but so openly presenting himself, wanting to be close to him. He chewed a little on his cheek, turning it over in his head before Kurt opened his eyes and sat up to stare at him.

Kurt watched him shifting, nervously twisting his fingers in his hands and feeling a need to jump into Kurt's arms but some sort of magnetic field was holding him back. The old feeling of Kurt never wanting to be with him.

Without warning Kurt moved to the edge of the bed where he stretched out to catch Blaine's hand. He pulled him closer so he was right in front of Kurt, nearly standing between his legs and observing his hands fumbling around as he could feel Kurt's eyes locked on him.

"Will you please stop that? It's getting kind of stupid, you know - I asked you to lie with me because I want you to, alright? By now you should have sort of figured out that I won't hurt you. I just wanna - try the whole cuddling thing people are so into. We still have a few hours to kill before this observation thing is over, so I thought we could at least…," Kurt said, and his voice was soft and begging. Blaine had never heard anything like it before and it was like it hit something inside him.

Blaine nodded, without words to offer. He forced himself to look into Kurt's eyes and keep it up, before he took a step further and Kurt made room so they could lie down together. Blaine laid on his back and Kurt put his arm around his waist to drag him closer. It felt odd, and he couldn't figure out whether it was comforting or scary that Kurt felt like he didn't know what to do either.

"Did you ever like… date anyone before?" Blaine asked quietly, staring into the ceiling without knowing where else to put his gaze.

Kurt's breathing was low and comforting against his neck, and he could feel that he was turning the question over in his head. That was kind of weird - it wasn't like he had asked his opinion on something. Kurt cleared his throat and Blaine knew that he was ready to respond.

"In my sophomore year there was this girl," he started out and Blaine felt everything inside him tie up by the word. A girl. There had been a girl once.

"A girl? I thought you were… gay?" Blaine burst out before he could stop it, and he realized that he sounded hurt. He didn't have anything against it if Kurt was bi or something, he just felt somewhat betrayed or lied to that Kurt hadn't told him that.

"I am! Would you listen instead of freaking out?" Kurt snapped and Blaine could feel his muscles tense. Apparently it didn't take much to push him over the edge, and Blaine noted that he had to remember that, to not piss him off.

"Sorry," he mumbled and fell quiet, hoping it wouldn't be too bad.

"So… there was this girl. In my glee club. We sort of made out for a week. She was a sleep-around, so I mostly kept asking her about what it was like to be with guys instead of making out with her. I only did it to get my dad's attention, though -" Kurt explained, and Blaine felt himself relax. So Kurt hadn't lied.

Blaine turned it over in his head. He could remember a few years ago when Tina had told him about a gay guy in her glee club suddenly being with one of the girls and how everyone had been shocked and confused. He couldn't remember anymore though. Maybe she had never told him how it ended.

"Did it help then? Did you get his attention?" He asked carefully, hoping he wasn't overstepping. He needed to figure out a way to find the lines, where it was okay to go and where it wasn't.

It was all so confusing and stressing. How was he supposed to be so intimate with someone he didn't know? He tried thinking over what he did when he was with Tina, but all he could think about was shopping and watching musicals and TV shows. Sometimes they went out for lunch or dinner, or stayed home to cook themselves - that wasn't exactly stuff he could see Kurt being into.

What would they ever do together?

"Yeah. Sort of. But - no. I've never really been with anyone before," Kurt said, not really sounding like it bothered him.

"But… you didn't exactly seem like you were a… virgin - last night?" Blaine stammered and closed his eyes. This was definitely private information.

Kurt laughed. He laughed loudly before it sort of died out and he fell silent with a sigh, making Blaine feel like he was missing out on a joke or something.

"No. Wouldn't exactly say that I was. There was this guy that I met in Scandal's last year - he did the job for me, and I've been with a few. No one material for anything serious though. Not like I've ever been serious about anyone," he explained like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Blaine wasn't sure how he should feel about that. Not like I've ever been serious about anyone - the words were echoing in the back of his mind. He couldn't figure out what position that put him in, but he felt like it would definitely be a push to Kurt's buttons to ask.

So he tried to ease his mind, ease his thoughts. He let his hand up to close around Kurt's arm lying over his waist, tried letting the scent of nicotine and summer rain fill his nostrils. He still smelled like sweat and sex, and it was hard to not focus on that instead.

"Were you… did you like - date anyone before?" Kurt asked, and Blaine was surprised. He didn't think it mattered to him whether Blaine had been with anyone before him. That he simply didn't care.

"No. I mean… the guy I knew in my old school, we sort of experimented with each other. We never did anything other than make out and such, but we didn't feel anything for each other. I never felt anything for anyone - like this," Blaine told him, and considered whether he should have added that he had never felt like he felt for him, for Kurt.

Kurt didn't say anything. His breathing was ghosting over Blaine's shoulder, and it made chills run down his spine as he felt goosebumps spreading all over his body. He wanted to take off his clothes, he missed the feeling of Kurt's skin against his, but he figured it would be weird if he started stripping off his clothes now.

"You mean like the way you feel about me," Kurt whispered and Blaine felt heat boil under his skin. His lips were ghosting over the skin on his cheek and Blaine wanted to turn to kiss them, it felt like it had been years since he had felt them against his own.

He nodded and he knew that Kurt was staring, taking in his expression. Once again he was overwhelmed by the sensation of being there with Kurt, being there in his arms and he suddenly felt a strong need to call and tell Tina everything about it.

"Blaine. I - I really suck at this. I have no idea how to be with people. All I ever do is - hang around with Puck pretending I'm tough. But… I don't wanna fuck it up with you. Because I like you, and it scares me," Kurt whispered and this time Blaine turned to lie on his side so he could stare Kurt in the eyes.

He really did look scared. Like this was something he had never thought he would ever say to anyone. Like he had promised himself to never let himself be vulnerable in this way.

"It's okay. I've never been with anyone either. I don't… I'm terrible at people relations. Somehow I always seem to mess up with people I wanna be close to. I have no idea why Tina have put up with me for so many years. But… I really like you too. And that's a good thing, right? At least we can be scared together," Blaine smiled at him, doing his best to be comforting and assuring.

Kurt grinned. A spark tinkled in his eyes, and it was hard to suppress an urge to reach up to brush a hand down his cheek.

"You're really beautiful," Blaine said, unable to stop himself, but in reality he didn't want to. He wanted Kurt to know how much he liked him, how beautiful he thought he was.

Kurt's eyes flickered between Blaine's before he suddenly raised and eyebrow and burst into a laugh.

"Okay, if you're gonna say stuff like that you have to warn me first. That is just…" he laughed and Blaine felt stupid.

His cheeks grew red and he wanted to turn around, to hide. He seriously needed to figure out what he could and could not say when he was with Kurt because there was no way he could keep embarrassing himself like that.

"You're really cute. In an innocent, Bambi kind of way," Kurt chuckled and dragged Blaine a little closer.

They stayed in bed for a bit. The tension between them was still strong. It was hard to find something to talk about, and Blaine felt like they should be talking, trying to get to know each other - in reality they didn't know anything about one another.

Around noon Blaine declared that he would go see if he could find something they could have for lunch, and Kurt groaned tired in response. When Blaine started getting out of bed Kurt pulled him back to kiss him and Blaine felt giddy all the way to the kitchen.

He couldn't help dancing and singing around the kitchen. He regretted that he hadn't thought to bring his phone so he could at least send Tina a long, hormone-filled text with a promise of details to come.

"I just figured we could like…" Blaine started to say and stopped in the door when he saw Kurt was on the phone.

His phone. Kurt was talking in his phone, and Blaine felt all blood disappear from his face. He had no idea why Kurt would be talking on his phone, or who he could be talking to but he didn't like the idea.

"No. It's none of your business… Because I say so - who says I can't actually like the guy? Just… back off," Kurt growled into the phone and hung up. He threw the phone to the bed and buried his face in his hands. He obviously hadn't noticed that Blaine had returned to the room.

"Why were you… were you just talking to someone on my phone?" Blaine asked insecurely and couldn't figure out if he was angry or nervous.

Kurt's hands left his face and he sat up to look at Blaine with a startled expression.

"Yeah. Uhm - your phone rang, so I figured I would take it to you, but I saw that it was Tina so I figured I would answer it and say hi, but she just freaked out," he explained and rolled his eyes.

He should have at least texted her. He knew he should. She had threatened to call him to hear everything about Scandal's.

Blaine didn't know if he should be angry. He actually didn't know how he should react at all. He didn't have anything to hide, but the second he had seen that it was his phone Kurt was holding his first fear had been his mom. He couldn't wrap his mind about his mom calling and a stranger, Kurt, answered his phone.

"What did she say?" He asked in a desperate attempt to push away the dreading realization that he would have to tell his parents about Kurt some day, and he was pretty sure he wasn't going to live to tell the tale.

"She went all chick crazy. Told me to stay away from you. She said that you weren't used to people like me, and that you deserve better -" he shrugged, as if it wasn't a big deal.

Blaine was shocked. He knew that Tina wanted him to stay away from Kurt, but he had never expected her to talk to Kurt like that - regardless of how much she didn't like the way he had changed.

He took a few steps closer to the bed. He looked at Kurt for a moment before he crawled over it to sit on Kurt's thighs. He was clearly as surprised over the sudden action as Blaine was himself.

"Don't… she doesn't know what she's talking about," Blaine cooed softly and let a hand onto Kurt's shoulder, wanting to caress his cheek but knew that it would only make the situation worse.

"Oh, but she does. You do deserve someone better than me," Kurt stated and let his hands lock on Blaine's hips as he was looking up on his face. From this angle Blaine was sure his eyelashes went on and on forever.

"I am a crappy person, with nowhere to go - but luckily for me I am selfish, and I am not gonna give you up, so Second-Chang can fuck off," Kurt declared with a flat voice.

Blaine was stunned. His mouth felt dry and his head had turned heavy. He knew that Tina would be difficult to get eased into this, but he had wanted her to find out in a different way. He had wanted to tell her nice and calm and explain it all to her.

"She's still my best friend, though," Blaine muttered lowly, suddenly facing the horrible fact that he wouldn't be able to have his best friend and his boyfriend in the same room.

Boyfriend.

"Is she really? If she doesn't think that you can take care of yourself? If she doesn't believe that you can be happy with me even if it's me you wanna be with? How good of a friend is she really, then?" Kurt asked harsh and his eyes had turned cold. If this had been any other situation Blaine would have been scared of him.

"She just doesn't know how are you when we're alone. She's just worried about me," Blaine tried again, determined not to give up so easily.

"Yeah, I bet she is," Kurt snorted and pushed Blaine away so he could lie back down.

Blaine fell to his ass on the mattress next to Kurt and stared at him. He was angry that Kurt would just brush it off like that and even more that he acted like Tina was a simple thorn in his eye - but he was also angry that Tina had made Kurt feel like he was worthless.

Blaine could help thinking that this wasn't how he was supposed to feel. He had just got a boyfriend, the guy he had been head over heels for, for weeks and they had even spent the night together; the day was supposed to be beautiful, and he was supposed to be happy and giddy - not angry and frustrated.

He sighed heavily and fell hard to the mattress. He stared into the ceiling that was way too white and stinging in his eyes. It was hot, so incredibly hot, and he just wanted to get rid of all of his clothes.

"I'm gonna go take a shower. You can take one after if you want," Blaine grumbled before he found some clothes in the closet and went to the bathroom.

He hadn't even waited for Kurt to respond, but he could feel him looking after him as he disappeared out the door. Having a boyfriend was much harder work than he had expected and they had only just got together. It made him scared to think of how hard it would be later.

The water was cold and soothing on his skin. He could almost still feel Kurt inside of him and it made him happy, because it made the memory so much more real. He missed the feeling of Kurt's fingers on his skin and he wished that it would be easier when he was clean. That he could somehow find the courage to curl up in Kurt's arms and it would be okay for him to do so. He longed so much to do it.

Suddenly a pair of slippery hands grabbed his arms. They turned him around and he was face-to-face with Kurt. He wasn't smiling at him, merely looking tired and worn out. He grabbed the shampoo and started washing his own hair while Blaine watched him in awe.

"I was supposed to keep you under observation. Not leave you out of sight," Kurt reminded him and pushed the shampoo bottle into Blaine's hand. He stared at it for a minute as if he had never seen anything like before he slowly started washing his own hair.

Kurt was watching him and suddenly Blaine felt very strongly that Kurt was taller than him. It was only a little bit, but right now it felt like miles, and Blaine felt like a child compared to him.

He let his hands drop to his sides and took a few steps closer. His one hand flew up between their torsos where he made his fingertips run lightly down Kurt's pale chest. It wasn't until then he noticed a tattoo on the inside of Kurt's left bicep. He couldn't make out what it was and he didn't want to ask, not now at least - but he wanted to know. Somehow it felt like it was crucial to understanding who Kurt was.

The water was streaming down over their heads. It was cold and such a relief compared to the steaming summer temperature outside. The sound of the streams of water hitting the porcelain under their feet was a relaxing humming and Blaine secretly wished that they could stay there forever.

"You're not as tough as you think you are. As you want me, other people, to think you are," Blaine exclaimed, his fingertips traveling from Kurt's wrist and up his arm. He couldn't help wondering whether he had other tattoos he hadn't noticed. Suddenly an urge to discover every tiny detail of Kurt's body overwhelmed him.

"I think that maybe - somewhere deep down - you long to be the person you once was, the person you used to be," Blaine whispered and even though Kurt's eyes were flickering Blaine steadily held his eyes locked on Kurt's.

"He was a weak bitch. I'm not going back to being that guy again. Never," Kurt groaned with pursed lips and hard eyes.

"You still are that guy, you're just afraid you're gonna get hurt again -" Blaine argued. It wasn't because he wanted to change Kurt; he had fallen in love with his bad attitude and his way of not caring about what everyone else thought - but he couldn't stop feeling that it was all just a façade. All smoke and mirrors, and in reality Kurt wasn't like that.

"This is bullshit. You don't know me!" Kurt snapped and gritted his teeth as he took a firm grip around Blaine's wrist to stop his fingers from moving around his body.

Blaine was startled. It all went so fast. Yet, he didn't let it show that he was taken by surprise. He didn't want to give Kurt that satisfaction. He wanted to show Kurt that he could be in control as well, and that Kurt shouldn't just expect him to play by his rules all the way.

"Kurt - it's okay. If you want me to be your boyfriend you're gonna have to be honest with me. And you need to trust me, trust that I won't hurt you. I never could -" Blaine said softly, not even so much as struggling to twist his wrist out of Kurt's painful grip.

Without warning Kurt had pushed him against the wall with his entire body. He crashed his lips onto Blaine's and shoved his tongue into his mouth. He pinned his arm against the wall and the cold from the tiles made shivers run down his spine and spread to his entire body, making him shake and tremble.

He couldn't stop his growing erection from Kurt being pressed against him like that. Kurt's body was warm and wet against his own and the roughness of his kiss shot directly into Blaine's veins and towards his crotch.

Kurt was back in charge.

"If you ever get that sappy with me again I might have to tie you up," Kurt growled and sucked hard on Blaine's lower lip before he pushed himself away.

He grabbed another bottle and poured the blue gel into his hand. Blaine was still locked against the tiles as he felt Kurt starting to rub the shower gel into his skin.

It was weird how a soft gesture like Kurt's hands gently massaging his skin felt like the most intimate moment in his life. He let him do it, and when Kurt slowly put his lips to his ear to whisper for him to turn around he obeyed without questions.

"You're real damn hot, and I really fucking like you," Kurt said as he washed down Blaine's shoulder blades before he made his hands slide from Blaine's ribs onto his front and down his abdomens to take a grip around his shaft.

Kurt was pressing his own body against Blaine's and he could clearly feel that Kurt was hard against his ass. The cold from the tiles he was splayed against made his nipples feel like diamonds and he almost whimpered from the entire situation.

"Don't make me punish you. I would do that if necessary," Kurt said directly into his ear and caught his earlobe between his teeth before letting his hard cock slide between Blaine's cheeks with a firm squeeze around his dick.

"God, Kurt," Blaine moaned and turned his head with a hope for a kiss, but Kurt let go off everything and took a few steps back.

Blaine stayed against the wall to catch his breath and make sure his knees wouldn't buck under him if he moved. He could feel Kurt's eyes on his back and he was sure that he was admiring his work, so Blaine turned around, his back pressed against the wall, and made his eyes meet Kurt's.

"What if I want you to punish me?" He asked without so much as raising an eyebrow, but in reality everything inside him was turning. His insides were a confused mix of laughing at his own words, and crying and shaking at what he was doing.

What the hell am I getting myself into here?

Kurt smirked at him and grabbed his shoulder to pull him under the water again. Suddenly everything had changed as if it had never happened, and for a moment Blaine considered whether it even had - or if he had gone completely crazy.

"Wash up. If I'm staying here another night I will have to go home quickly and you're going with me. Doctor's orders," Kurt exclaimed and started finishing washing himself.

xXx

Blaine felt weird. He was back in the passenger seat of his own car with Kurt at the wheel. He kept sneaking glances at him from the corner of his eye, but mostly he kept looking out the front.

When Kurt stopped the car it was in the driveway of a house smaller than Blaine's own. Not that it was small, it was simply smaller. It had a neat front yard and it looked pretty much like every other house on the street.

As they entered the house a strange sense of home welled over Blaine. It nearly felt like he had been there before, or that he simply knew that he was welcome anytime he might need it - something that definitely didn't suit up with Kurt. The hall was long and slightly dark. Blaine followed Kurt to the living room where a man was sitting. Kurt went in to stand a few steps inside the room while Blaine figured he'd better stay by the door.

"Dad, I'm just gonna go grab some stuff and hen I'll be back out again," Kurt said and the man stared at him, taking his eyes off the TV screen in front of him. He didn't look particular old, but more like time and troubles had aged him, like he was exhausted from being alive.

"Are you okay, kid? Who's your friend?" Kurt's dad asked and Blaine nearly jumped from the acknowledgment of his presence. He had done his best to keep in the background with a hope that he could manage to stay invisible.

"I'm fine," Kurt growled and balled his hands to fists, dissatisfied with the intrusion in his well-being.

"This is Blaine. I'm just babysitting him until tomorrow," he ended and turned on his heel. He rushed past Blaine and headed for the stairs in the hall.

Blaine shot the man a look that he hoped was apologizing before he hurried to follow Kurt up the stairs. His throat was burning and his eyes were stinging. He was just babysitting him, nothing else.

Kurt's room was filled by nothing but a bed, a dresser and a nearly empty bookcase. Clothes were shattered around the floor and a laptop was lying on the messy bed that Kurt gestured for him to sit on. Blaine couldn't help wondering what he would find if he turned on the computer and ventured around Kurt's files.

Kurt only slammed the door close before he started stripping off his clothes. All of it. He walked naked to the dresser before he found out a pair of tight black jeans, a washed out t-shirt with a skull on the front and ended with socks and underwear.

He rushed it all on before he disappeared through a door that Blaine could only assume was his bathroom. He could hear water running and stuff being moved around before Kurt returned with perfectly groomed hair. His face even looked like he had just washed it.

"Wait here," he warned with a sharp glance at Blaine before he went out the door to the hall. He had probably meant to close it after him, but the door went right open after him.

He didn't mean to. He honestly didn't, but when he heard voices from downstairs he couldn't help but eavesdrop. He was so curious to find out how Kurt was when he was at home and didn't have to keep up his attitude.

"Dad, are you okay? I can stay home if you want me to," he heard Kurt's voice say. It was completely transformed. It was soft and filled with concern.

"I'm fine, kid. Are you okay? You know I get worried about you. Especially when you don't come home at night," his dad responded, his voice a little lighter than it had been when Blaine was downstairs.

"I'm really good, dad. Don't worry about me. I've just been with Blaine and I'm going to his house again. It's not so long from here, so don't hesitate to call if you need something," Kurt assured him and Blaine felt the flames ease up a little.

There was a short moment of incoherent talk, sounds and words Blaine couldn't make out before his heart completely melted to a puddle in his chest.

"By the way… Blaine - he's not my friend. He's my boyfriend, actually. I really, really like him," Kurt said and he nearly sounded insecure and innocent. It made Blaine's heart jump and he had to stop himself from not squealing.

"Really? You should tell him that. He looks like a good kid, maybe he can get you back on track. I hope you're careful and take care of each other," Kurt's dad responded and Blaine thought he heard relief in his voice. He really hoped so.

"It's really not that easy. I - wanna let him know. I told him -"

"But did you show him?"

There was a bit more incoherent talk again, and Blaine started fearing Kurt might be on his way back to the room when his eyes nearly teared up.

"I have to go, dad. But please - if you need anything let me know. I love you, dad -" Kurt said with a thick voice, and Blaine could hear ruffling fabrics before here were footsteps around downstairs.

Blaine tiptoed over the floor to push the door close to make it look like he hadn't heard anything, and hopefully Kurt wouldn't even consider it once he returned.

When Kurt came back to his room he was chewing gum and carried a bag. He went to the dresser and started shoving clothes into it while Blaine leaned back to rest on his elbows on the bed.

"What the hell are you smirking about? Something funny?" Kurt asked with a suspicious glare and threw the bag on the floor where it landed with a heavy thump.

"Nothing. Just… you," Blaine settled for grinning and he knew that Kurt would only get more suspicious, he just couldn't help it.

Kurt snorted and took a look around as if he could see the reason for Blaine's smile somewhere. When he didn't find anything he took a few steps closer to the bed where he dropped down on top of Blaine, making him fall to lie completely down.

"Are you ready for a few more hours with me?" Kurt asked with a devious smile creeping over his face and Blaine felt like boring his nose into his neck so he could let Kurt's scent fill every fiber of his being.

He nodded as nonchalantly as he could muster, answered by Kurt attacking his mouth with his lips and tongue. His kiss was aggressive and he tasted like raspberry gum. Even though it was nearly painful Blaine wanted the kiss to never stop; it felt like Kurt was trying to mark him in some way and he wanted him to. He wanted a physical mark to proof that he was Kurt's.

xXx

When they were back in Blaine's house they realized they had completely forgot about lunch after the problem with Tina. It was already late afternoon so they decided to order pizza and watch TV in Blaine's room. Blaine didn't say anything, but he figured it better to keep Kurt as little in the rest of the house as possible because he never knew if there could somehow be any indications of his presence when they left and he really didn't want that conversation with his parents to happen.

They didn't talk much, except for the occasional comments to what was happening on the screen, or when Kurt suddenly felt the need to place a heavy kiss on Blaine followed by "that was nice". It felt a bit odd to be together in silence like that, but Blaine was simply happy that Kurt had even wanted to keep up his promise of the 30 hours and not just stayed home or done something else.

"I think… maybe I should call Tina. Tell her that I'm still alive and that you haven't… hurt me," Blaine stammered after a long time of silence where Kurt was sitting on the desk smoking.

He wasn't sure how Kurt would feel about it, but he already felt bad that he hadn't called her earlier to clear out what had happened between her and Kurt when he had talked to her in the morning.

Kurt didn't say anything, though. He simply stared at Blaine and grunted. It was hard to decipher his expression and Blaine wanted to ask him if he was okay with it, what he was thinking, but instead he scooped off the bed to find his phone.

He sat at the foot of the bed and decided that he wouldn't make it last too long. They could always talk it over properly when he wasn't with Kurt, so he figured he would simply make her know that he was still alive and agree for when they should meet again.

"Hey. Uhm… I just figured I'd let you know that I'm not dead yet," Blaine trilled into the phone when Tina answered.

There was a long time of silence. It felt like forever, but eventually Tina sighed heavily at the other end of the receiver.

"Blaine. What are you doing? I thought you weren't going to talk to him, only see him - then what is he doing answering your phone all the sudden?" Tina blabbered out and Blaine nearly couldn't make out the words.

He was not ready for that discussion. He squeezed his eyes shut and searched his brain for a way to get out of that. He could feel that even though Kurt was doing his best to stare out the window to emphasize how much he really didn't care, he was still shooting him glances from the corner of his eye. He was completely put on the spot.

"Would you relax? It's not like he kidnapped me or anything. Can we please not discuss this over the phone?" Blaine protested and felt his mouth go dry.

He hadn't even noticed Kurt leaving the desk by the window, but suddenly he felt kisses on his neck and his insides turned warm. It was like he was tickled all over his skin with a feather, and he wanted to push back into Kurt's embrace even though he knew that if he did that he would lose complete focus and all that would come from his mouth would be a mix of incoherent sounds which definitely wouldn't strengthen his case.

"You taste so good," Kurt moaned against his neck as he started tracing cat licks up his tanned skin, with his hands palming their way from his shoulders down his chest.

"What's that? Oh Blaine can't we just… I'm gonna come to your house. You're home right?" She burst out and he could hear that she was already getting ready to leave.

Kurt's hands were on their way down his shirt and he could feel that he was pressing his body against his back. His head turned light and it was a heavy battle to get himself back to consciousness enough to realize the disaster it would be if Tina suddenly showed up.

"No. Can't we please… do this another time? Kurt is still here," he tried to explain and his fingers were working their way into Kurt's hair as he had started kissing his way down Blaine's neck, towards his shoulder, but suddenly he did a dissatisfied sound of his tongue and retreated hands and lips to fall on the bed behind Blaine.

"He's still there? How long are you planning on him spending at your house? Please, this is really not because I wanna screw everything up for you - I want you to be happy. I'm just afraid that… you're blinded by all his smoke and mirrors. I don't want to comfort you when he hurts you, I hate seeing you hurt." Her voice went through a spectrum of shocked, through confused ending at concerned and soft.

He knew that. He already knew that, which was why he wasn't already freaking out at her way of going into it when it wasn't any of her business. Tina simply wanted him happy, and he loved her for it. He just wished that she could see that Kurt was the one to make him happy.

"Tina, he makes me happy. I really like Kurt, you know that - and he likes me. He's not the way you think he is. He practically saved my life last night. I'll meet you tomorrow night and we can talk about it, alright?" Blaine sighed and regretted that he had to have this conversation in front of Kurt.

"Saved your life? What is that supposed to mean? Blaine you can't just throw stuff like that at me and then expect me to -"

"Tomorrow, Tina. Alright. Love you," Blaine groaned with an eye roll and ended the call before she could spin it too far.

He dumped back on the mattress, hitting Kurt's feet with his head, but not caring. He closed his eyes and let the phone fall onto the sheets, desperately praying that Kurt would pretend he hadn't witnessed that.

He laughed. Somewhere behind Blaine Kurt was laughing, chuckling, for some reason that Blaine couldn't see.

"What's so funny?" Blaine asked without looking at him.

"You'd think that being gay would mean that you wouldn't have to deal with chicks anymore. Apparently that doesn't apply to all gays," Kurt chuckled and Blaine rushed to his elbows so he could turn around to look at him.

He wanted to be annoyed by Kurt's comment. He wanted to let him know that he wasn't going to keep putting up with his snarky remarks on his friendship with Tina because that was one thing that was never going to change. Nevertheless he couldn't build it up, the sharp comment or the firm request.

"Did she throw a fit at you?" Kurt asked, and Blaine was surprised. He hadn't thought he would be even remotely interested in how Tina would react - that he wouldn't care about how them being together affected Blaine's other relationships.

However, even though his voice was just as mocking as it had been only a few seconds ago a flicker of concern filled his eyes, and Blaine felt a sudden need to throw his arms around his neck.

He didn't. Instead he moved around to crawl on his knees to be between Kurt's legs. Kurt shot him a stare of sarcastic disapproval to his action but he didn't let it stop him. He dived down and kissed him hard, putting as much aggression into the act as he possible could. He felt Kurt's hands slide up his thighs to grab at his ass.

The feeling of Kurt's hands grabbing and his fingers running up the seam of his jeans at his crack made him fear his arms would buckle under his weight so he ended the kiss and fell to his side before causing any damage.

"She didn't. Could we not talk about that?" Blaine sighed heavily and turn on his side to look at the TV.

Kurt seemed surprised but returned his attention to the TV as well. Throughout the rest of the evening Blaine did his best to pretend Kurt wasn't there. Kurt changed between sitting on the desk smoking and lie on the bed, though it didn't seem like he was even watching the programs shown.

When Blaine started yawning he figured he might as well go to sleep. There was no reason to stay awake, so he went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face. When he returned to his room both the TV and the light was turned off and Kurt was sitting on the windowsill with his back on the room and his legs out the window.

Blaine started to change into a fresh pair of pajamas but was startled when Kurt spoke without so much as looking at him.

"Don't wear that stupid ass nightwear. You're not a girl," he exclaimed and blew out a mouthful of smoke.

He stopped in the middle of dragging on his pants to think about it. After a short moment he continued. It wasn't like Kurt was suddenly allowed to dictate his life choices and he was afraid that if he caved to him now he would never stop.

When he had pulled a t-shirt over his head Blaine stumbled to the bed and laid down. He grabbed his phone and sent his mom a text that he would go to bed and he was still doing fine before he came to the conclusion that he probably should text Tina as well.

Blaine: "You don't have to worry so much. Kurt is completely different when we're alone. I really want to tell you everything. Please just be happy for me."

At first he thought she wasn't going to reply. He guessed that she might already have gone to bed, or maybe she was with Mike, so he put his phone to the nightstand right before a text arrived.

Tina: "And I wanna hear everything. If you can be happy with Kurt then I am happy for you, as long as he doesn't screw up. Just promise you'll be careful around him."

Blaine: "I promise. He would kill me if he knew I told you, but he's really sweet. There's nothing to worry about. Goodnight xxxx"

Tina: "If not I'll have to kick his butt (: Goodnight xxxx"

Blaine was grinning to himself in the dark and it felt like an iceberg was melting in his stomach. It was a grand relief to have Tina finally be okay with it and he was sure that he could sleep easy.

He put his phone back to the nightstand and got ready to sleep. He didn't notice when Kurt had left the window but he heard the door open behind him. He heard Kurt's footsteps down the hall and wondered what he was doing, but tried his best to not let it take too much of his thoughts. He didn't want to be one of those guys completely caught up by their boyfriend - especially not when Kurt so clearly strived to be in charge of everything.

It was a long time before he heard Kurt come back down the hall. His footsteps were nearly inaudible over the floor in Blaine's room and he didn't even hear the door be closed. Apparently he was very considerate in not wanting to wake up Blaine.

He carefully climbed into the bed behind Blaine and moved as close to him under the covers as possible. He put an arm around Blaine's waist and pressed a kiss to his neck, softer than Blaine even knew he was capable of.

Blaine turned around to fold his arm around Kurt and hide his face against his chest where he could disappear completely in his embrace. Kurt let his fingers run under his shirt on his back and kissed his hair lightly.

"You smell good," Blaine mumbled and kissed Kurt's naked chest, a wish to taste his scent.

"I thought I asked you not to wear that lame pajamas," Kurt responded and pulled a little at the hem of Blaine's shirt.

Blaine moved a little out, doing his best to not let go but still have a clear view of Kurt's face, and he was happy to find that Kurt was looking at him as well.

"No. You didn't ask me. You simply ordered me to. You can't just think that you can tell me what to do or not do. It doesn't work that way. If you want a… someone you can boss around that's not me," he said, struggling to be firm, yet without sounding like he was giving an order himself.

Kurt's eyebrows sought for the middle of his forehead and he looked like he was thinking. Like he was turning it over in his head, and giving it an honest consideration, which had Blaine relieved because he had feared that it would end in a discussion about who had the right to do what.

It didn't. Kurt simply wiped it away and pretended it had never been said.

"You shouldn't go around telling people I saved your life. That's stupid. I didn't save you, if anything you would probably have been way better off without me," he said and kissed Blaine's forehead, Blaine's eyes widening in shock.

How can he say something like that? If anyone here is stupid it's him.

"You did save my life. If you hadn't taken me to the hospital I would have coughed my lungs out on the pavement. Would you stop that idiotic self-downgrading?"

He could feel that each time Kurt referred to himself in a way that made him appear worthless or simply downgraded himself he turned angry. He would gladly admit that there were some things Kurt could be better at, and that he could probably care a little more - he wasn't perfect, but he definitely wasn't worthless either.

"You really don't live in the real world, do you? It's okay, it's cute. As long as it doesn't get you into more trouble than it already has," Kurt said and pulled him closer.

"Would you please just take off that pajamas?" Kurt asked, this time his voice struggling to emphasize how much it was a question and not a demand.

"Why do you even care? I like them, they're cozy," Blaine objected, annoyed that Kurt was campaigning so hard for something as pointless as whether he was sleeping in his underwear or more. It was him who was being boiled in the summer heat.

Kurt looked away. He let his eyes trace over the ceiling and around the room. He bit his lower and moved his face so close to Blaine that his breath was moistening his lips, the moment suddenly very intimate and fragile.

"Because… I wanna feel you. I want your skin on mine. Please," Kurt whispered, and he was like a whole different person. A small, innocent and delicate boy.

At first Blaine feared he was joking. That he was simply pulling an act to make him strip off, but after having searched his eyes for what felt like ages he finally decided that there was no way this could be an act. This was Kurt simply being a boy who wanted to be close to his boyfriend.

"Uhm… okay then. Me too," Blaine agreed and started to take off his clothes.

It only took him a few seconds to have it all end up on the floor and he was in his underwear. He moved back to Kurt's arms and arched his neck to put a chaste kiss to his lips, happy that Kurt returned the innocence.

"I like feeling you. You're really soft and warm," Kurt whispered through the dark.

To know that Kurt could be like this; quiet and honest gave Blaine a sense of comfort. He had feared that Kurt's deep honesty would be something he was going to fight for, or that he might never be 1000% certain when Kurt was playing or he was being himself, and the thought had scared him.