It was early when Blaine couldn't sleep anymore and after some time lying in Kurt's arms and listening to his hushed breathing he started kissing around his shoulder, neck and collarbone, until he moved down to suck and lightly bite his nipple.

Kurt gasped and his fingers twisted their way into Blaine's curls. He hummed lightly and kissed Blaine's hair before Blaine moved back up to lie next to him again.

His eyes were still closed but he was smiling and it was creeping under Blaine's skin. Like his smile was caressing Blaine's nerves and muscles, and he never wanted the feeling to go away. He never wanted Kurt's smile to go away - especially because he was the one who had put it on his face.

"That's a nice way to wake up. If only you had moved a little further south it would have been perfect," he said softly and opened an eye to have a look at Blaine who was simply watching him.

"I - that…" Blaine started to stammer. He was definitely not ready for that yet. He wanted to, but he wasn't sure he was confident enough to actually do it. Not yet.

"Relax. It's fine. But one day you will have to learn - need to get my dick sucked sometimes," Kurt said as if it was the most natural thing in the world, which it probably was to him. Blaine didn't know what to say so he simply shuffled closer and hoped that Kurt wasn't expecting a promise of anything.

They stayed in bed and shared a handful kisses, some more passionate than others, and Blaine did his best to push the world aside.

"Those 30 hours have long passed, you know - any regrets?" Kurt grinned against Blaine's mouth and chills ran down his spine from the vibrations.

He didn't even need a second to consider that. He knew even before Kurt asked and he felt completely confident about it.

"Not a thing. I feel pretty good about it all, I would say," Blaine declared and sucked lightly on Kurt's lower lip.

Reality had started creeping up on him though. He wanted to ask Kurt not to leave just because the 30 hours had ended, he wanted him to stay in his bed forever, but his parents would be home during the afternoon and he had a feeling that he would need to have a talk with them before telling them that he was dating a guy who rode a motorcycle and a healthy appetite for sex.

"I… you need to leave soon. My parents will get home today and I don't know when," Blaine said apologetically and let his face drop. He hated having to kick Kurt out like that.

"And you don't want your parents to know that you're fucking a piece of trash and enjoying every second?" Kurt asked, not judging, more like he was stating a fact that he needed confirmed.

"No. That's not it. You're not trash! - and I'm not just… fucking you. I just don't think it's a good idea to introduce you to my parents before they even know you exist. That I have a boyfriend," Blaine desperately tried to explain, to clarify that this wasn't because he was ashamed or because he wanted to hide it.

"Good point. Let's get going then," Kurt agreed and smacked a kiss on Blaine before he got to his feet and found out a cigarette.

xXx

It was hell to see Kurt leave. As he had left his motorcycle outside of Scandal's Friday night Blaine had to drive him there so he could get it home. Kurt forced him out of the car and kissed him against the door with his palm rubbing against his crotch so hard that Blaine nearly came down his thigh.

"So you don't forget me," Kurt grinned and bit hard down on his lower lip before kissing him one last time and turning on his heel where he walked towards the single motorcycle left on the parking lot.

"Like I could ever forget you," Blaine muttered to himself when he watched Kurt drive away, and he had to force himself back in the car so he could go home.

Everything in his house seemed to smell like Kurt. Even the places where he hadn't been, and Blaine slowly started to guess that it was him carrying the scent around.

As soon as he was back in his room he dropped face forward on the bed and realized that his sheets definitely were reeking with the scent of Kurt so he hurried to kick off his shoes and crawl under the covers so he could bury himself on Kurt's side of the bed.

He knew that he would have to change the sheets before his parents came home. He should already have done it the day before as there were sperm stenches over the dark cotton. It truly was disgusting, but he wanted to stay surrounded by the smell of Kurt always, and he knew that if he changed the sheets all he would have was the scent of his mom's fabric softener.

He made sure to keep his window open - he even sprayed a bit of his deodorant around the room to cover up the smell of smoke best possible. He knew that if his parents could smell that someone had been smoking in his room they would have a heart attack.

When his parents were home he managed to act normal, as if nothing was different than usual. He greeted them in the kitchen, asked about their trip and listened politely to their stories.

There were no questions and when he told them that Tina would be coming over after dinner they didn't even get suspicious even though he had said that he would be spending the entire weekend with her.

A little voice in the back of his head kept telling him that he should tell his parents about Kurt. At least his mom. He thought that she had the right to know that his son had a boyfriend - but on the other hand he wanted to wait. It needed to be done properly.

To sit with Tina was a completely different experience. He told her all about his trip to Scandal's and how he had nearly given up hope when Kurt had walked in. How he had followed him outside and Kurt had found out because he had an asthma attack. He told her all about the emergency room and how Kurt had woken him up in the middle of the night before they had sex and agreed that they were together. He even showed her the letter Kurt had written him in the morning.

"I really hope that he treats you well. You do seem happy, and I want that for you, you know -" Tina said as he ended his tale with a happy sigh and fell back on the bed that sadly reminded him of how much it didn't smell like Kurt anymore.

She fell down to lie next to him, and he was happy to have Tina next to him and sharing this important moment in his life with him. It wouldn't have been as good as if she hadn't been there to support him.

"So… how is it gonna be? I mean, you go to Dalton, so far away, and he goes to McKinley - when he bothers to show up. All of his time is spent at the tire shop or drinking with Puck. Will you be able to live with that?" She asked, suddenly serious.

Blaine hadn't even thought about that. He hadn't considered how things would be between them or how often they would spend time together. They hadn't even made plans for when they would see each other again. It wasn't until when he had stopped the car in front of Scandal's that he had remembered that he didn't have Kurt's number.

"I don't know. We didn't really talk about that. I guess we're just gonna figure that out along the way," he shrugged and felt a little dumb that he hadn't paid any attention to something as important.

xXx

Having a boyfriend was hard work. Like really hard work. Or maybe it was just because it was Kurt, Blaine didn't really know - all he knew was that he could get frustrated over everything very easily these days.

He still kept school, still was the top of his class, studying hard and was the energetic front man of The Warblers. He kept up his volunteer work with music lessons for the kids and still found time to keep boxing and hang out with his friends on the side. Nothing about that was changed.

Now, the hard work was more than one thing. It didn't matter where he was or what he was doing, or even who he was with - all he could think about was Kurt. He would fantasize about his soft lips and tongue against his own, his hands on his body, his intensely blue eyes or even the way he looked when he took a heave of his cigarette before he let his jaw and throat work to pulse it through his O-shaped mouth.

That definitely was a problem when he was in the middle of a test, or shopping with Tina, perfecting his vocals with The Warblers - or the worst; having lunch with his mom.

What also was hard work, probably even more, was the worrying. Blaine never knew when he would see Kurt again because Kurt had a horrible grudge against making plans in advance, and whenever Blaine asked him all he would say was "We'll figure something out". Sometimes there would even be days between Blaine hearing a word from him, and when he finally called Blaine back he would act like nothing had happened, so when Blaine gathered up the courage to ask why he had disappeared like that Kurt would say that he had lost his phone or something like that. Which Blaine knew was true, because Kurt rarely brought his phone anywhere, because it kept disappearing under his bed or in his laundry.

Now they were lying on Kurt's bed, Kurt on top of Blaine, rutting against him while they were kissing frantically, Kurt's hand on its way under Blaine's shirt. The heat through the fabric of their clothes was unbearable and Blaine just needed Kurt's skin closer, yet he couldn't help the complaining in the back of his head. For a long time Blaine had feared that maybe Kurt wasn't so into him after all now that he had found out how boring he was.

He drew a heavy breath before he locked his hands on Kurt's moving hips to stop their heavy rubbing against Blaine's crotch. He stopped moving his lips into the kiss and waited for Kurt to retreat - which he did only a second later.

"What is with you? I thought we were going good?" He groaned and tried grinding his hips again but Blaine stopped him, happy that they were somewhat equally strong so their games of who to be in charge could be equal.

"I was just thinking - can we like… I know you don't really want to, but I have to ask," Blaine started out awkwardly feared that Kurt would start pursing his lips and cocking his chin as he usually did whenever they moved onto the spot of feelings and anything else serious.

"What, Blaine? Fuck I was so close to coming in my pants -" Kurt snapped and fell to Blaine's side with a heavy thump and his eyes locking on the ceiling.

Blaine immediately felt his own cock twitch and wondered if he would soon be ready to have actual sex again. They hadn't done anything since the first night they were together, only rubbing hard against each other or getting each other off through underwear. That was three weeks ago, but it was hard as they couldn't spend the night together because of Blaine's parents, and it made Blaine feel uncomfortable that they would simply have sex and then Kurt would leave after.

Kurt was impatient, but he rarely complained and Blaine knew he wasn't sleeping around. He did masturbate like crazy though. Sometimes he would call up Blaine to get off while hearing his voice and Blaine would talk him through, without using any too explicit words - he was much too shy for that.

The first time it happened he had nearly been asleep and he was confused as to why Kurt's voice was rasp and he was panting. Then it slowly hit him what was going on and he blushed and started stammering. When it happened more often it quickly turned flattering and hot instead, and lately he had even started palming himself over his slacks or pajamas as he listened to Kurt's increasing breathing and gasping his name into the phone.

"I just came to think… don't you, you know - don't like me anyway?" Blaine asked shyly and turned his head as he opened the question.

He could feel Kurt rush to lean on his elbows, eyes locking on Blaine, so he dared to send him another glance finding that Kurt was staring at him with shock painted over his face and in his eyes.

"Now what the hell kind of question is that? Why the fuck would you think that?" Kurt bit and Blaine watched his eyes grow darker. His lips transformed to a thin line over his face and Blaine feared what was to come.

"It's just - when we don't really have sex I'm so boring, and the way that you sometimes… just disappear from the face of the earth. When I don't hear from you for days I get nervous and worried," Blaine explained insecurely and felt put on spot from Kurt narrowing his eyebrows as his eyes reduced to slits, taking in Blaine's words.

"I'm sorry," Blaine mumbled and closed his eyes with a heavy sigh from the bottom of his lungs in an attempt to kill the knot in his throat.

Without realizing he had moved Kurt was suddenly so close to Blaine his breathing was moistening his cheek. His fingertips were brushing lightly over his chest with that soft way that always surprised Blaine that Kurt was even capable of performing.

He dared to open again and was met by Kurt's eyes on him, concerned and sad orbs filling his entire set of features.

"Don't be sorry. I should be sorry. I don't want you to feel like I don't want you, because I do. And as long as you talk me through getting off every now and then I can wait - for you," Kurt crooned sincerely.

There was no doubt that it was hard for him to say. Whenever anyone near him was close to the subject of feelings he locked down and either tried steering the conversation in on other things or pretended that he thought it was nauseating and lame.

"Are you sure?" Blaine asked, needing him to say it again somehow, needing the assurance to help him sleep at night.

Kurt sighed and rolled his eyes. His head lolled forwards, down on Blaine's shoulder where he growled loudly, and the vibrations made Blaine's entire body tingle.

He knew that Kurt was much more sensitive and vulnerable than he wanted the world to know. Blaine hadn't said anything, but when they fell asleep together during the afternoon he sometimes woke up from Kurt whimpering. He didn't cry, at this point Blaine suspected that he was incapable of crying, but he whimpered and mumbled about his dad being sick. Whenever this happened Blaine would carefully pull him closer and hum soothing sounds in his ear while running his fingers through his hair and over his back until he calmed down again.

He was just about to say something when Kurt's head bobbed back up, and his eyes were firm but in some way a vulnerable spark was playing.

"Blaine, I know I'm a sucky boyfriend, and I honestly don't know how you can stand being with me - but I really, really, really like you. You're - godammit you're the best in my life!" Kurt choked out, taking Blaine completely off guard.

His voice nearly broke and Blaine didn't know what to do about himself. He felt sick with himself, and when Kurt moved away to lie next to him rather than close to on top of him with his face boring down the sheets Blaine hurried to sit up to have easier access to touch him.

He let his hand fumble restlessly around right above Kurt's back, but when he couldn't figure out what to do he laid back down, now him on his side with his face so close to Kurt's that he couldn't avoid Blaine's eyes if he looked up. He folded his arm over Kurt's back and hoped for him to react.

"You're not a sucky boyfriend! If you were I wouldn't be with you - but sure, there are things that could be better, but it's fine. I know you're not really big on rules and stuff. Just - I just needed to make sure you still felt the same way," Blaine said and pressed a kiss to Kurt's cheek.

Kurt turned his head just enough for his eyes to meet Blaine's and flashed a flicker of doubt before it was taken over by relief.

"You're the best in my life too. Can we please just forget it now? I shouldn't have said anything," Blaine apologized and was surprised when Kurt put his arm around him as well.

"I'm gonna be better. I fucking hate being dependent on that shit but - for you - I'll try remembering my phone a little more. Just… I'll convince you to put out more, I miss your tight little ass," Kurt said, ending with a smirk when he saw Blaine blushing by his last comment.

He let his hand down Kurt's back pocket and leaned in to kiss him. Kurt grinned against his lips and bit down on his lower lip.

"I don't like it when we… disagree and snap at each other. Can we please not do that again?" Kurt hummed into Blaine's ear with kisses to the soft skin of his neck. Shivers ran down Blaine's spine, and his hips were aching to buck forward to meet Kurt's body again.

"I'd like that," Blaine grinned and caught Kurt's mouth in an eager kiss that had him choking for breath for a moment. Before catching up so he could return the favor.

"I have to leave soon. When uhm… when can we be together again?" Blaine asked carefully, dreading the answer of unknown.

Kurt closed his eyes and nuzzled his into Blaine's neck with teasing catlicks over his skin the way he knew would always reduce Blaine to a puddle of need under him.

"We'll fig - you know what, I'll be at the tire shop tomorrow, you can come there if you want," Kurt decided, and Blaine was surprised.

A grin snuck over his face and Kurt smiled at him.

"Are you going to school tomorrow?" Blaine asked and teased a finger down Kurt's chest, knowing that Kurt hated when he asked him that, but he simply worried that if he didn't do something to keep up his school work he would either flunk or get expelled - Blaine couldn't let that happen.

"If I feel like it. Maybe. Not like it matters," Kurt moaned and started licking up the shell of Blaine's ear, without a doubt to distract him from the serious issue of his future.

Blaine fought to keep his head straight, but the electricity running through his veins from Kurt's hand on its way back under his shirt kept pushing him off track.

"It does matter. If you don't start working for it you'll end up being kicked out, I don't wanna see that, you're too bright for that," Blaine objected, forcing his voice steady, but his fingers digging into Kurt's ass.

"It's cute how worried you are about a good-for-nothing," Kurt chuckled and bit down on his earlobe, making Blaine arch his neck a little.

"Please don't call yourself that. I hate it when you downgrade yourself that way. You mean the world to me," Blaine said softly and let his hand leave Kurt's ass to trace up his back.

"You're so sweet. You really are," Kurt smiled at him and brushed a hand over his curls.

"If it means so much to you I'll try see if I can get my ass out of bed. At least for some of the classes. Can't promise anything though," Kurt assured him and leaned in to peck his lips.

"Thank you. It really does mean a lot to me, because you do," Blaine said and knew that he was already late on his way home, but hated that he had to leave Kurt's arms - he would much rather stay there to sleep in his bed instead.

Blaine forced himself off the bed so he could get ready to leave. Kurt stayed flat on the bed with his hand rubbing up and down his crotch with low moans while watching Blaine before he sat up on the edge of the bed.

"I wish you didn't have to leave. I like it when I wake up next to you," Kurt moaned into Blaine's ear as he pulled him back with a firm grip on his arm.

Blaine lost his breath and had to take a moment to gather his thoughts before he could even try to fabricate an answer. How could anyone ever think that Kurt was bad for him when he said stuff like that?

"I wanna stay. But I can't. I'm sorry. But - what if I try talking Tina into letting me tell my parents I'm staying at her place over the weekend? Then I'll be with you instead," Blaine suggested, a little afraid he wouldn't be able to do it. He never lied to anyone, especially his parents would have him a nerving wreck if he even considered it.

Kurt's face twisted into a grin as he grabbed around Blaine's hips to force his own hard against Blaine's crotch with an enthusiastic growl.

"Do that. I want you in my bed for hours and hours, so I can appreciate your gorgeous body," he mumbled between kisses to Blaine's neck.

"Will you call me when you get home? I just - god, Blaine, I need your hand on my cock so bad," Kurt groaned sorely and Blaine had to shake his head a little to regain control of his brain.

Sometimes it was overwhelming, almost too much how much Kurt wanted him. He could just feel the need burning under his skin like a bubbling heat, and it was surreal and hot in a way he could never describe. Especially the way Kurt always found a way to combine it with the sensitivity that he didn't feel comfortable about showing.

"I'll call you. I promise - but I have to go now, or there's no way I'll ever be let out of the house over the weekend," Blaine apologized and traced his fingers down Kurt's chest where he could feel a hard nipple sticking out under the cotton of his t-shirt.

Kurt smiled and grabbed hard around Blaine's face to pull him in to an aggressive kiss that made all hair on his arms and neck stand on end. He couldn't help letting his hands run to Kurt's neck to trace his blunt fingernails down his back.

Each time Blaine tried to back away so he could actually leave Kurt dragged him back in with a chuckle and more kisses everywhere on his face and down his neck. It was the most evil form of torture because they knew that they had to stop so Blaine could go home.

Finally Kurt pushed him away and told him to hurry home so he wouldn't get into trouble, and so he could call him. Blaine obeyed and left his heart in Kurt's hands with their last kiss.

xXx

When Blaine finally walked in the door at home he was late. Only about ten minutes but his mom still looked like she was worried. He came in the kitchen to give a quick hi before going to bed, and she was staring at him like she had seen a puppy die.

"What is going on with you, Blaine? Why did you start always getting home so late, almost always after curfew, and I never see you anymore?" His mom asked and came closer, but Blaine instinctively took a few steps backwards to avoid her smelling Kurt on him. He didn't think she would be too pleased with the smell of another guy's perfume and arousal on her teenage son.

"Nothing, mom. I'm just having a good time with some friends. Nothing to worry about," he assured her but knew it wouldn't be enough to calm her troubled mind, so he hurried to excuse himself that he was tired and headed for bed.

He went through a quick shower and as soon as he was in the bed he found out his phone. He didn't even need to search because Kurt's number was right at the top.

"Hey baby," Kurt's voice sounded breathy as he picked up the phone at the other end. Blaine could hear that he was in bed as well and he knew what he was doing and what was about to come.

Blaine shifted a little under the covers, happy that he had opened the window because what was about to go on would definitely make the temperature in his room rise.

"Hey. I missed you already when I left," Blaine smiled into the phone, Kurt's breathing already hard in his ear and he could only imagine how he would be lying under his sheets with his hand down his underwear.

"Fuck I love your voice, Blaine -" Kurt groaned and it sounded like he dropped the phone before he quickly picked up again with a fumbling.

"I love it when you sound like this. When I can hear that you really want me."

"Hell yes I want you. Blaine - can… will you please just - suck my dick soon?" Kurt growled heaving into the phone and the fabrics around him were rustling as he moved and Blaine knew that he was arching his back off the mattress.

He didn't know what to say. He wanted to. Lord knows he wanted to do it so bad. He had thought about it so often, when in the shower or in bed at night, sometimes he even dreamed about it, he just couldn't figure out if he was ready. He was so scared to do something wrong and Kurt would laugh at him and how hopeless he was.

"Yes, let me… have you in my - mouth," Blaine stammered and immediately felt dirty and embarrassed, but the whine muffled by a pillow followed by a "God Blaine!" was all worth it.

Without him noticing it Blaine's hand had found its way down his own underwear and suddenly he was palming himself, skin on skin. The sound of Kurt breathing heavy and needing him that way had turned him hard and he couldn't stop thinking about how it would be if it was his hand to get Kurt off instead.

He swiped slowly around himself with his phone trapped between his shoulder and ear. His breathing was higher and the sound of the sheets fumbling on his hand working around his shaft sounded louder than he felt good about.

"God Kurt yes," Blaine whined and his voice sounded weak and broken. His face was boiling and he nearly couldn't control his movements anymore. He was terrified that he was gonna be too loud and tried holding his sounds in, but they were merely reduced to choked moans and groans instead.

Blaine's lungs felt like they were pumping a little too hard, and he was beginning to hear the rush of blood in his ears. His wrist was starting to pain a little, but he didn't let go. He couldn't now, not with Kurt sounding so damn hot right there.

"Dammit, Blaine! Are you… jerking off?" Kurt gasped and Blaine could hear that he was close.

When he was almost there Kurt's voice always went down and low before going a little pitchy and thin, and it was only a matter of moments before he would be off.

"You're so… I couldn't… Kurt, you're so sexy," Blaine thrust out and his abdomens started to tense up to so hard it would be impossible to feel anything if a car was thrown on top of him.

"Fuck - Blaine I'm coming! Yes! Jesus Christ!" Kurt nearly screamed, but his voice was so thin it was almost incoherent.

Blaine kept going, swiping faster with his grip harder, as he felt himself grow closer. The sound of Kurt in his ear was nearly too much, and it was painful to know that he was so far away and couldn't even touch him.

"That's good, baby. Work yourself to the edge for me," Kurt panted, and Blaine could hear that he shifted his position, and he instinctively knew that he was lightly stroking his cock as it softened while he was talking Blaine through it.

"Kurt, please," Blaine groaned, his teeth nearly crashing against the phone as his stomach overflowed with heat and he pumped his fist frantically around his length while feeling his come splash over his underwear and pajamas.

"Are you okay?" Kurt asked, probably hearing how Blaine was gasping and heaving for breath.

He was glad the room was dark around him, because he was sure his face was scarlet. His hand was still locked around his dick and he felt ashamed of what he had just done. This was not him, he didn't do things like that - but Kurt just did things to him, and he couldn't resist that voice.

"Huh - yeah, I'm…" Blaine started to say but lost his voice.

He heard footsteps out in the hall and panicked. His phone fell to the floor with a loud thump and he was sure he heard someone stop and listen. Kurt was calling for him from the phone but all he could think of was getting something to clean himself off.

In a desperate moment where he couldn't find tissues or anything at all he pulled off his shirt and used that. As soon as he was sure he had got the best off his sheets and himself he let his boxer briefs fall to the floor before he picked up the phone.

"I am sorry. I panicked and I dropped my phone and -" Blaine started babbling as he ran through the room to get a fresh pair of underwear.

He rushed them on and tiptoed back to his bed in a hope that whoever had been walking around outside his room wouldn't think to come inside to check up on him. He crawled back under the sheets with the sound of Kurt's breathing returning to normal through the phone.

"Sorry. I am… back now," Blaine apologized and felt shame creep down his spine and take over his cells.

"Are you okay? What happened?" Kurt asked and Blaine thought that he sounded nervous.

"It's fine. I just… thought I heard someone coming to my room. It's okay though," Blaine explained and his breathing and heartbeat were back to their usual speed as well.

"Good baby. Don't want them sneaking up on you. I don't wanna share you with anyone," Kurt hummed into the phone. His voice was dozy and Blaine suspected that he would quickly need to sleep, but he didn't prepare for it like he usually did.

"That was really good. We should do that more often. Though I really hope we can do more over the weekend," Kurt crooned, and Blaine felt it like his voice was a liquid running through his nervous system.

"Was it - you know, good for you?" His voice drifted lower and more insecure, shivers running through Blaine and he wondered if he should close the window or if it was just the feeling of Kurt being so concerned about him.

"It was - your voice is… I just miss you," Blaine choked out and for some reason he felt like he was about to cry.

It wasn't supposed to be like this. He didn't want to be lying in the dark alone touching himself for release while his phone was lying on the pillow for him to listen to a voice.

"God that was just - you're so fucking hot, Blaine. I thought I was going to come twice," Kurt chuckled and Blaine's stomach tied up. He could hear that Kurt was smoking, the sound of him taking a heave and blowing out the smoke was so familiar by now.

He needed to sleep or he would end up crying. He had no idea why he suddenly had turned so emotional, he wasn't like that before he met Kurt.

"Blaine?"

"Yeah?" He stammered, not wanting to reveal his voice being broken.

"I miss you too. I really hope you can stay with me over the weekend. Not just for - fucking," Kurt mumbled.

Blaine's skin turned hot again and a smile filled his face. It was these moments where Blaine knew that regardless of what worries Tina might have, or how much his friends in Dalton thought it was strange of him to be with Kurt, Blaine knew that he was happier to be with Kurt than he could have been to be with anyone else.

"Me too. I wanna… cuddle you. Fall asleep with you," Blaine said and did his best to hold in a yawn, because he didn't want to let go of Kurt yet but he knew that he would have to soon.

"Don't get all chick with me and ruin the moment, babe -" Kurt warned and this was time - his voice said it.

"You should sleep. You promised me to go to school tomorrow," Blaine remembered and hoped Kurt wouldn't be too mad.

"Shit. Alright. I'll see what I can do. See you at the tire shop?"

Blaine nearly giggled. He was afraid Kurt had completely forgotten that he had asked him to come to the tire shop to see him and he definitely didn't want to show up unexpected. Now butterflies were flapping around his insides from Kurt wanting to see him so much that he remembered their plans.

"I'll be there. And now you go sleep - not that I wanna hang up or anything -"

"Blaine, baby - I'll see you tomorrow, alright? Goodnight." Kurt said firmly and he clearly was exhausted after his orgasm and needed to sleep.

"Sure. Goodnight."

"I miss you."

"I miss you too, Kurt."

Kurt hung up and Blaine was left with his horribly dark room filled with an even more horrible silence.

He put his phone to his nightstand and stared at the light slowly dying out while he forced his eyes closed. He couldn't help the smile plastered over his face from Kurt saying that he missed him and the thought that Kurt had actually agreed to make plans to see him again. Soon.

xXx

Blaine was nervous. He was going to the tire shop straight after school and Kurt hadn't seen him in his uniform yet. Only in the picture in his bedroom. He was so nervous that Kurt was going to laugh at him and find him ridiculous looking like that.

He parked his car outside and took a few deep breaths before he got out. Kurt's dad was positively going to be there - it was his shop after all.

Blaine hadn't been introduced properly to Kurt's dad yet. Or anyone in Kurt's house. Actually, they hadn't been with anyone but each other. Tina hadn't even mentioned her talking to Kurt after they got together.

He took a quick look around himself in the parking lot before he decided that he couldn't keep on pushing it away. This was it, he walked towards the big outdoor area where he had so often seen Kurt and Puck with their bikes.

Success. Kurt was on his motorcycle, lying back over the seat with his legs firmly on the pedals. He was smoking and wearing big sunglasses that reflected the baking sun. He was dressed in torn jeans, a white t-shirt covered in grease with the sleeves rolled up over his shoulders and studded combat boots - needless to say Blaine had to take a minute to remember how to walk, or even breathe from the sight.

"I can hear you coming, Blaine -" Kurt said and let a heavy cloud of smoke surround his head before he sat up, his abdomens so rock hard that he didn't even need to support with his hands.

Blaine stopped in surprise. Kurt had known it by the sound of his footsteps that it was him. He had to suppress a giggle but nearly slipped it out because he was so astounded by it. It only took him a few more steps over the asphalt to be by the motorcycle where Kurt put an arm around him to drag him into a kiss.

It only lasted a second before Blaine broke into a nasty cough, his lungs feeling like they were trying to release themselves from his ribcage. He pulled away and had to crouch to catch his breath and wipe the tears away from his eyes.

Kurt was down from the bike instantly, on his knees next to him with an arm around his shoulders and a loud gasp. When Blaine looked up through wet eyes Kurt was looking terrified and he wanted to kiss him again.

"I'm sorry. Are you okay? I should have - fuck!" Kurt apologized and Blaine couldn't help feel a sting in his heart from the sound of his voice.

"It's okay. I'm - fine," Blaine coughed lightly and did his best to send Kurt a reassuring smile, but he had to wipe the tears from his eyes instead.

Kurt on the other hand looked like he didn't believe that he was okay, and he clearly blamed himself. His sunglasses fell to the ground and Kurt threw his pack of cigarette as far away as he could.

"I should really quit that shit. I don't want to hurt you!" Kurt groaned and kissed Blaine's temple roughly. He fumbled his fingers around in his hair on the back of his neck and Blaine leaned into his touch with a smile filling his body.

"Thank you. You're so great," he said and turned to press a light kiss to Kurt's lips, the nicotine a strong taste there and Blaine wanted to lick it off until all he could taste was Kurt and only Kurt instead.

His kiss was returned before Kurt backed away and got back to his feet. He leaned against the engine of his motorcycle and reached down a hand to help Blaine up. He stumbled to his feet and nearly fell when Kurt hurried an arm around him to pull him back up.

Blaine mumbled an embarrassed "thank you" and received a wet kiss on his cheek. He chuckled and blushed with a hand on Kurt's stomach, a wish to reach under his shirt to feel his abs against his hand turning inside of him.

Kurt padded his ass lightly before he walked around the motorcycle while putting his shades back on. He pulled out a pack of gum and shoved three pieces of Juicy Fruit into his mouth before he ran his fingers through his hair in a way that Blaine was sure not even moviestars and models could do better.

"That outfit really does it for you. If you were a chick and I was straight - all Britney Spears video," Kurt snickered with a cock of his chin, and Blaine couldn't figure out if it was good or bad.

It was awkward. Blaine didn't really know what to do about himself because he and Kurt had only been together in his room for that first weekend they spent together and the rest of their time had been spent in Kurt's room. Now they were out in public and Kurt was dashing around to take care of his motorcycle, every now and then pressing a kiss to Blaine's mouth or sent him a seducing glance.

Blaine wished that he knew what to do about himself. Mostly he kept leaning against the wall or walking a bit around - or of course letting himself be dragged into Kurt's arms whenever Kurt felt like it.

"You're such a pretty-boy," Kurt laughed against Blaine's jaw, as he teasingly traced his teeth over his jaw, the feeling letting shivers run down Blaine spine and fill up his limbs. Kurt's arms were strong around him and he did his best to return with an equally strong grasp - even though he felt like he could melt any second.

Kurt smelled like a mix of his own perfume, oil and sweat. Usually Blaine would have wrinkled his nose by the last two bits, but when it was Kurt it was suddenly hot and arousing. He constantly had an urge to let his fingers slip into that little ruffled cut in Kurt's jeans right under his ass where the line of his boxers were showing when he walked.

He was right about to gain confidence enough to slip his hand down the backpocket of Kurt's jeans when he was stopped. He rushed to stand back against the motorcycle he had been leaning against and did his best to look presentable as Kurt's dad came out and looked from Kurt to Blaine and back to Kurt.

"Hey, what's up?" Kurt asked and his lips pursed like he was pissed, something Blaine found very weird since it was his dad.

"I just need you for a sec," his dad said and Blaine had a feeling that this was a moment where he should probably just dissolve into thin air so he wouldn't be present because the tension in the air was thick and he had no idea what it was.

"Are you serious? Can't you see I'm in the middle of something?" Kurt groaned and nodded towards Blaine who felt frighteningly put on spot.

He hoped to all the higher powers that Kurt's dad wasn't going to confront him with anything, because he was definitely intimidating.

"Come on, Kurt - it's one of the reasons I let you and Puck spend all of your time here; so you can help me when I need it," his dad argued and Blaine considered pulling out his phone under the excuse of having to call his mom or something.

Kurt did a dissatisfied sound of his tongue, and his dad sighed heavily.

"Alright. Fine. But just this one time - only because your boyfriend's here -" he warned and pointed a finger in Kurt's direction. He looked to Blaine who immediately stood tall with his lower lip caught between his teeth out of fear that he would do something completely inappropriate.

Kurt's dad turned on his heel and they were back to being alone. Blaine wanted to say something, felt like he should say something, but Kurt merely proceeded like nothing had happened so he figured he'd better do the same.

In some way Blaine couldn't help feeling a need to do a cartwheel over the asphalt to celebrate the fact that Kurt's dad had referred to him as Kurt's boyfriend, but he thought it best to keep all excitement inside.

Half an hour passed where Kurt didn't as much as look at Blaine, but eventually he sat up on his motorcycle and grabbed around Blaine's Dalton tie to pull him closer.

"You can't think that you can just stand there and look sexy when I want you over here," Kurt smirked against Blaine's mouth, his blue eyes drifting to Blaine's lips before his tongue was in Blaine's mouth.

Kurt's hands drifted inside Blaine's blazer and onto his back where they ran down to let his fingertips down the hem of Blaine's pants, making him gasp a little, but he couldn't do anything but let himself melt into the kiss.

Kurt's legs were nearly wrapped around Blaine's and he was breathing heavy. Blaine felt a little braver and made his hands run up Kurt's thighs, his right index finger catching a cut in his jeans to run under into the denim and under the soft cotton of Kurt's boxers where he could feel his soft skin.

"God, baby - you're so good," Kurt smiled when they parted and Blaine nearly whimpered from Kurt's lips missing on his. He wanted him back.

"Did you go to school today?" Blaine asked as innocently as he possibly could.

Kurt rolled his eyes and wrinkled his nose before he let his forehead drop to Blaine's collarbone with a growl.

"I'll take that as a no -"

"I did. I was there for like… one class or something," Kurt confessed and bit lightly down on Blaine's shoulder.

Blaine was grinning. He had actually gotten Kurt to get up and go to school. Sure, it had only been one class, but it was better than him ditching. He hated the thought of Kurt ditching school because he knew it would hurt his future.

He didn't get to finish his thoughts, because from inside the tire shop was heard a loud clonk and Kurt stiffened in Blaine's arms. It only took him a second to have Blaine pushed away before he was running into the tire shop.

"Dad? Dad are you okay? Did something happen?" Blaine could hear him call through the hall where all the mechanics were apparently absent at the moment and it suddenly made sense why Kurt had needed to go in to help his dad.

"I'm fine, Kurt. It's - I'm fine," his dad said in a little raspy voice and Blaine dared to take a few steps closer to the door to see what had happened.

Kurt's dad was fighting to get on his feet and Kurt was on his knees to help him up. Kurt was white as a sheet in the face and his eyebrows were wrinkling over his forehead in concerned folds.

"No, dad. You're not - god, dad you can't do this!" Kurt said, but he wasn't blaming or demanding; he was worried and sad.

"Kurt, come on. We've been through this a million times; this is what I do, and this is what I'll continue doing," his dad objected but reluctantly accepted the bottle of water Kurt was forcing into his hand.

"I'm sorry. I should have come when you asked me to. Just… please, let me do the heavy lifting okay?"

Kurt disappeared behind a car that his dad undoubtedly had been working on and Blaine could hear that he was moving some stuff around. He returned to Kurt's motorcycle and decided that he could just as well sit on it. So he sat up and found out his phone and figured he would wait for Kurt to finish.

He wanted to text Tina, to glow to her over how Kurt was kissing him and groping him in public and how he hadn't objected to his father calling Blaine his boyfriend - but all he could think about was the urgency in Kurt's voice and the worry on his face when he had rushed to his dad's side.

"If you scratch that I'm gonna kick your ass," Kurt said from behind Blaine. He kicked a screwdriver on the ground in front of him and put a kiss to Blaine's neck before walking around the motorcycle to face him instead.

Blaine wanted to mention it. Say how he thought it was incredible to see Kurt's reaction; to see how much he cared for his dad, even when he didn't want the world to know. He didn't say anything, though, because he knew it wouldn't get accepted. Kurt would turn cold on him and he was already back to acting tough.

So Blaine kept his mouth shut and stuck with watching Kurt fumble around with tools and washcloths. Every now and then he would see Kurt sending a glance he hoped to be discrete in the direction of where his dad was working and concern flushed over his face.

The sun was steaming down on them and it didn't seem like it was planning on easing up. Blaine wanted to take off his blazer but he was afraid to get it soiled, and he had a feeling that Kurt sort of liked the blazer on him - so he kept it on and bit through the heat.

"Here. Drink something. I don't wanna take you to the emergency room again, babe" Kurt said and pushed a bottle of water into Blaine's hand as he found out one for himself from a shelf on the wall just inside the door.

He hadn't even thought of that. He had been so caught up in watching Kurt working and his muscles move under his sweaty skin that he had forgotten everything about drinking or eating - things that weren't important when Kurt was around.

The blue bottle was cold in his hand and he hurried to follow orders with a relief. IT was nice to know that Kurt worried enough to think about his need to keep hydrated when he didn't even remember it himself. Usually only his mom thought about that.

Kurt walked by him and wiped his hand in a greasy washcloth before twisting Blaine's tie around his fingers to get him closer. He kissed him deeply and for a moment Blaine felt like he was kissing the real Kurt, the Kurt who wasn't hiding behind a façade of tattoos and vicious words.

"I - I lo…"

He couldn't get himself to say it. He wanted to say it so bad but he couldn't. It was true though - Blaine had come to the conclusion that he was in love with Kurt, he loved Kurt, and each day it felt stronger, and each kiss or touch or smile confirmed it. Yet he was scared that Kurt would never feel that way, or at least admit it.

"What, Blaine?" Kurt hissed, their mouths still so close that the feeling of Kurt's gum was sugar coating his lips as he breathed.

"Never mind. Kiss me again," he sighed and didn't care if his dress shirt got greasy; he pulled Kurt closer to feel him against his body.

Kurt was staring at him intensely. His eyes were so sharp that Blaine felt like he saw right through him. Like he could see all of his fears and worries, all of his hopes and dreams. For a brief second he even thought he was about to back off, but instead he was surprised by a soft kiss with Kurt's fingers rubbing at the back of his head, caressing the tips of his curls.

Kurt smiled triumphantly at him as he backed away. Like he had broken some sort of record or just won a prize, and Blaine was confused. He didn't get to ask or think further over it, because a terrible noise sounded and Puck was suddenly parking his motorcycle next to Kurt's.

He took off his helmet and threw it at Kurt who caught it with ease and threw it back at him, nearly hitting him in the chest. Puck barked with laughter and climbed off his own bike before he putting the helmet next to Kurt's on the ground.

"You brought your trophy-wife," Puck said and cocked an eyebrow as he leaned against the wall and took a glance at Blaine from head to toe and focusing back on his face for a second before he turned to Kurt.

Blaine wasn't sure how to react to that comment. It was a mocking and he didn't like the idea of being referred to as 'trophy-wife' but Kurt didn't react to it with anymore than a snicker. He didn't even looked at Blaine.

Puck flashed a six-pack of beer that he brought and threw a can in Kurt's direction. He didn't hesitate to gulp down a huge mouthful and Blaine started feeling in the way an misplaced. He shifted a little in his seat and did his best to not so much as look at Puck. It sort of felt like he wasn't allowed to.

"I'm not thinking your wife would -" Puck grinned and gestured towards Blaine with his beer and Kurt sent him a short glance before snickering.

"Oh no. He's a good boy. He doesn't drink."

Kurt easily emptied his can and threw it on the ground before taking a walk around Puck's motorcycle. They started talking about all sorts of mechanical stuff and Blaine quickly tuned out.

He was a bit annoyed. It wasn't that Blaine didn't want to share Kurt with anyone else, it wasn't that he was jealous - he simply didn't like the way Kurt was around Puck.

There had been times when Blaine had been trapped under Kurt in a heated game of tongues and hands roaming between each other when Kurt's phone suddenly was ringing and it had been Puck. Kurt had answered it and the way he had sounded when he talked to Puck made Blaine feel like he didn't know Kurt at all.

"I'm just hanging out at home. No, you're not interrupting," Kurt had said and Blaine was lying under him with his erection digging hard into the zipper of his jeans and felt sort of violated by the way Kurt had acted like he wasn't doing anything more interesting that watching the news or doing the dishes.

Kurt didn't even move, he simply stayed on top of Blaine, rubbing his crotch against Blaine's every now and then, even letting his hand under his polo to massage his nipples even though Blaine was twisting under him and mostly wanted to get up and go home.

They had kept up a conversation for several minutes, and to Blaine it didn't sound like it was anymore than a discussion of engines and some girl Puck had hooked up with the day before - Kurt asking all the questions no gay guy in his right mind would be interested in knowing anything about, and Blaine definitely didn't want to hear about it.

As soon as he had hung up Kurt had simply retreated to licking down Blaine's neck, sucking and biting lightly, as if nothing had happened. Blaine didn't say anything, he had stayed under Kurt and let him do what he wanted the way they used to, but without taking much part in the game himself. Kurt didn't seem like he had notice anything changed in Blaine's mood at all.

"So - latest gay fashion? Or are you just too fancy for wearing real people clothes?" Puck asked, aimed for Blaine and he was startled as he was dragged out of his stream of thoughts.

"Got yourself a rich-kid there," he snickered in the direction of Kurt who lifted his eyebrows in an agreeing manner, making Blaine's insides turn over.

"No. It's just… my school uniform," Blaine said awkwardly and tugged a bit at his tie, suddenly very conscious about his outfit and the way it fit around his body.

"Prep school, huh. Should've guessed." Puck did a dissatisfied sound of his tongue and Blaine saw that Kurt was rolling his eyes - not at Puck's remark, but at Blaine being in prep school.

It wasn't his choice, Kurt knew that. He had told him why he had transferred and that he didn't have a choice, how could he act like that? Like it was because he found himself too good to being in public school.

"Yeah. Impressive what money can do to people," Kurt chuckled dryly and lit up a cigarette from he package Puck was offering him.

That was it. Blaine go up and left. He didn't even bother to say goodbye - he secretly had a hope that Kurt would catch what was going on so he could follow him and say a proper goodbye.

He didn't. Not so much as a glance did Kurt spare Blaine as he walked towards his car. He felt sick and took a second in his car before he turned it on and drove home.

He didn't feel like doing anything when he got home. All he wanted to do was finish his homework, shower and go to bed where he could watch TV so he could push his thoughts away.

However, his parents had other plans and there was no way he could get out of dinner. His dad was in his let's-act-like-a-happy-family-mood so Blaine had to go through it with as good a smile as he could feign.

"Are you okay, darling? You look a little pale," his mom asked with worried furrows on her forehead. She put the back of her hand to his cheek and forehead to feel his temperature and Blaine mostly wanted to push her away but knew that it would be a bad idea.

"I'm fine. I'm just… a little tired. I had a long day," he said, and was happy that at least it wasn't a lie.

"Of course you are when you've been hanging out at that tire shop all day. Next time don't wear your uniform - I pay a lot of money for that," his dad said and Blaine stiffened in his chair, his arm paralyzed mid-motion with his fork halfway to his mouth.

Shit. He's seen me with Kurt. Oh god he's gonna kill me. He's gonna kill Kurt. Oh no, god no! Blaine panicked in his mind and he did his best to keep a pokerface but had a feeling that he was on his way over the edge of some sort of attack.

The thought of the consequences that would come from his dad seeing him with Kurt was too much for Blaine's brain to handle. One thing was for Blaine to be gay, his dad still hadn't accepted that, but another thing was for him to actually act on it, act on his feelings - and Kurt wasn't exactly the image of a son-in-law his mom had grown adjusted to when she finally came to terms with the way things were.

"I drove by that one… Hummel Tires & Lube today, and Blaine was hanging outside with two guys with motorcycles - it's good to see you have some real friends, son -" his dad told his mom, and Blaine's heart felt like it couldn't figure out whether it wanted to race away or if it wanted to simply stop beating.

He thinks we're friends. He thinks I'm hanging with Kurt and Puck doing usual heterosexual guy things like drinking and fixing motorcycles, fuck!

Blaine was torn. He knew he should tell the truth. His parents were talking next to him, but all Blaine could hear was a buzzing of their voices. He hated lying, he had never lied to anyone before, and up until now he didn't think that he had been lying about Kurt, simply waiting until he was ready to tell them - but now it was definitely a lie.

"I'm glad you're making some friends, honey" his mom said and smiled as his dad excused himself and headed for the living room. That was the cue for everyone being allowed to leave the table.

"Yeah. I uhm… I'm too, mom. I think I'll go take a shower and then go to bed after my homework," Blaine said with guilt firing in his stomach when he was done helping her with cleaning up after dinner.

She kissed his forehead and told him goodnight with a smile before he turned to leave before he broke down to tell her everything.

He really wanted to tell his mom. Every time Kurt had said something sweet or they had spent a really good day together that made Blaine happy and bubbly inside he felt like sitting down to tell his mom about all the things that drove him crazy about Kurt, all the things that made his inside tickle and his head feel like he was floating.

Also times like now. The times where he was sad and felt terrible because of something Kurt had said or done. That was the times where he wanted to hug his mom and tell her everything so she could comfort him and assure him that Kurt was just struggling with himself and that it didn't have anything to do with him.

Yet he knew that if he told his mom his dad would find out somehow. She wouldn't tell him directly, she would merely keep asking Blaine to tell him or let her tell him because she thought it was the right thing to do, and in the end something would happen and she wouldn't be able to keep his secret anymore.

…and Blaine was sure that his dad would go nuts, so he couldn't risk that chance.

His homework was impossible. He kept staring down in his book, but the numbers were doing a taunting dance and there wasn't anything he could do make them still. His window was open, he had choked down what felt like a gallon of water and he had changed between sitting on the chair by the desk and sitting on his bed.

Nothing helped. All he could think about was Kurt, so he gave up and slammed the book with a groan. He pushed it away and hoped he could find an excuse the next day as he went to his closet to find out some clean clothes.

When he was taking off his uniform before getting in the shower he was surprised that his parents hadn't commented on the heavy stench of smoke clinging to his tie and blazer. Usually his mom would have panicked and reminded him how sick he got around smoke, but he figured that his dad only saw it as a part of his scheme to turn him straight. In his dad's eyes his asthma was just another way where Blaine was less of a man.

After their horrible parting Blaine felt it nice to wash the feeling of Kurt off his skin. He didn't like the invisible marks he felt like Kurt left on his skin when he felt like this.

As soon as he left the shower he couldn't stop himself from taking a sniff of his shirt anyway. The scent of sweat, smoke and Kurt was still lingering there and he wished that he knew what perfume Kurt used so he could drench all of his own clothes in it.

He pulled himself away and got dressed. He brushed his teeth and combed his hair to make sure it wasn't too hard to sort out in the morning. Then he grabbed the remote to his TV and dumped heavily down on his bed.

He remembered that he hadn't checked his phone since he left the tire shop and when he found it out he found two texts from Tina, asking if he wanted to hang out Thursday and if he would be up for eating with her and her parents.

That wasn't what surprised him, though. No, his eyebrows headed directly for his hairline when he saw that he had five unanswered calls from Kurt. Five. That was more than Kurt usually called him in a week.

Blaine bored his nose into his pillow and growled. He couldn't figure out whether he wanted to call Kurt back, but he honestly still felt hurt and angry that Kurt had simply joined in on Puck's mocking of him, especially about the Dalton thing - so he put his phone on mute before he turned his back on it and turned on the TV.

He spent two hours watching some terrible movie with horrible effects without even knowing why he was wasting his time on it. There were way too many naked women, way too much bad make-up and way too bad props. Even the acting and the dialogue made him cringe. At least it took his mind off things.

When the credits were finally rolling over the screen the clock on his nightstand showed 10.45 and he thought that he might as well go brush his teeth so he stumbled towards the bathroom.

He crawled back under his covers and got out his phone to put the sound back on. He was shocked.

Another three unanswered calls from Kurt followed by a bunch of texts from him.

7.58

Kurt: "Why won't you answer my calls?"

8.06

Kurt: "Fine. Be a bitch then!"

8.07

Kurt: "I didn't mean that. I don't think you're a bitch."

8.32

Kurt: "What the hell, Blaine? Why are you ignoring me?"

8.53

Kurt: "You're such a chick. The least you could do would be tell me where I screwed up."

Kurt: "Fuck you!"

9.04

Kurt: "Blaine. Please call me, text me. Anything, baby."

9.27

Kurt: "God! You're so fucking frustrating!"

10.01

Kurt: "What the hell do you want me to do? I can't make up for something if I don't know what I did wrong?"

10. 18

Kurt: "Whatever. Let me know when you're defrosted again and I'll see if I have time."

10.34

Kurt: "Blaine. Baby. I miss you. Come on. I didn't even get to kiss you before you left today. Are you okay? I'm starting to get worried here. At least let me know that you're alive."

Blaine was staring down in his phone. He counted them over and over again to be sure he was right. Eleven messages from Kurt was on his phone from the past two hours where he hadn't paid his phone any attention. Kurt who usually didn't even bother to keep his phone close.

He debated whether or not to react to it now. He felt bad that Kurt was clearly out of his mind, taking the messages in consideration, but he was still angry. He couldn't forget the way Kurt had simply laughed while he was being ridiculed by his friend.

He decided to wait. He could call him in the morning. By a little luck that would also make him get out of bed to go to school, and that way he would have fixed two things in one session.

Only thing was that he couldn't sleep. He turned restlessly in the bed, pulled the covers off and back on, shifted positions constantly and couldn't figure out if he was thirsty or if it was just because the open window wasn't enough to provide some cool for the heavy heat in his room.

There was no doubt in his mind what the real problem was but he kept pushing it aside. He didn't want himself to be dictated by his feelings for Kurt, but right now all that was booming like a raging storm in the back of his head was how Kurt was feeling after Blaine not having replied to his calls or messages.

In the end he knew that he didn't have a choice. If he didn't do it he wouldn't get to sleep at all, so he might as well get it over with. He picked up his phone and punched on Kurt on the display.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Kurt snapped as he picked up the phone after a few beeps.

Blaine was startled by the force and not at all prepared for this kind of talk so he waited and hoped Kurt would calm down so they could actually talk.

"I've called a million times, and left like 30 texts not to mention the way you just fucking ran off like a bitch in heat!" Kurt hissed and Blaine had to hold the phone a little from his ear because he was practically screaming.

"You called me eight times, and you left me eleven messages. Would you please calm down? I didn't run off like a bitch in heat," Blaine thrust out.

He was angry, so damn angry that Kurt felt that he had the right to act this way. He knew that Kurt was only putting up a shield when he was around Puck and that it wasn't really him, but he was getting tired of games.

"Then what the hell would you call that? Suddenly you were just gone, Blaine!" Kurt whined and if Blaine didn't know better he would think that his voice had broke halfway through the sentence.

He buried his face in his hands and had to bite down in the heel of his palm to not simply just yell at him.

"Kurt, you let your friend just stand there and mock me! What did you expect me to do? Laugh while you joined him? No, Kurt. I - it really hurt, okay? I hate the way you change around him. It was just… I feel like I'm dating Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde here," Blaine sighed heavily and felt the relief of getting his stress out.

For a long moment neither of them said anything. Blaine had sat up and he could hear rustling of fabrics from Kurt's end, so he guessed that he was in bed too. Kurt's breathing was a subtle humming through the speaker and Blaine nearly started to go at him again when Kurt finally spoke in a low, humble voice.

"I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. You gotta believe me. It was just… it was just a joke. I don't think you're a snob," Kurt apologized and Blaine had to swallow.

How can he always go from being a total ice queen to being the softest puppy in the world? I can never catch up with his moodswings.

"Just - I just really hate when you become like that, because… you don't feel like - my Kurt anymore. It's like you're a stranger," Blaine breathed out.

"I'm no one's Kurt, okay? Not yours, not anyone's, got that?" Kurt snapped and Blaine nearly hung up the phone in an instant.

"It's alright. We don't have to hang out with Puck anymore if you don't like him. Please don't be mad at me," Kurt continued, only now his voice sounded hurt and scared.

Blaine fell back down on the mattress, the springs squeaking under him and a loud thump when his head hit the pillow. It wasn't fair, because he honestly felt like he had the right to be mad at Kurt at the moment, but he simply couldn't keep it up when he sounded like that.

"Blaine… I care about you so much. Don't… don't leave me. Please," Kurt said quietly into the phone, his voice nearly inaudible, and something in it made a shiver run down Blaine's spine.

His heart felt like it slowed down so much that it nearly stopped. His palms were clammy and he was afraid that his mouth was too dry to speak.

"Hey - Kurt, I would never leave you. I couldn't. I… I hate it when you get like that, and I hope that you wanna try to… not change, but be better, you know. But I wouldn't leave you. Never," Blaine assured him thickly.

He wished that he could reach out and touch him. Caress his hand down his arm, or pull him into a warm embrace to show him how much he meant it. He did know that Kurt never meant to hurt him, but he wasn't planning on putting up with it either. He didn't know what to do.

"Good. Cause I don't wanna lose you just because I'm a prick. I - wanna be with you, baby -"

"I wanna be with you too. Can we forget this so I can tell you how much I miss you?" Blaine whined and had his face half-buried in the pillow so the sound came out muffled.

The atmosphere from Kurt's end changed and the ice Blaine hadn't noticed in his stomach started to melt. His shoulders eased up and he was back to wishing he could touch Kurt, only now he wanted to cuddle into his chest instead and place kisses everywhere he could trace a patch of exposed, pale skin.

"Will you still come to my house this weekend?" Kurt asked with a weak moan.

"If you'll still let me. I think it must be easier than I thought, because my dad saw us together today, but he thought we were just friends - not that I don't want my parents to know about us. I'm just…" Blaine said and started to ramble when he realized it sounded like he didn't want anyone in his life to know about them.

"Baby, Blaine! I know that your dad's an asshole. It's cool. I just want you in my bed," Kurt crooned into the phone and Blaine wasn't sure how he was still able to hold the phone up now that his muscles had betrayed him and turned to jelly.

He chuckled awkwardly and fought his way back under the sheets where he laid on his front with a perfect view to the moon bright and illuminating outside his window.

"I wanna be in your bed. With you. I'll figure something out tomorrow, alright?"

They agreed for Blaine to take it up with his parents the next day and he noted himself that he had to talk to Tina first. Unfortunately it was now late and Blaine had to get up early to go to school.

"Goodnight. I'll talk to you tomorrow - and go to school!" He reminded Kurt and was met by a groan.

"Sure, mommy! Goodnight. If you jerk off think of me," Kurt laughed.

"I could never think of anyone but you," Blaine answered, and both he and Kurt knew that he wasn't just referring to masturbating and he knew that Kurt wasn't either.

"Good. Goodnight, baby -" Kurt said, his voice revealing that he was already on his way to falling asleep.

"Goodnight."

"I love you," Blaine whispered after he had hung up.