Dinner with Tina's family was nice. Blaine always felt welcome there as he had been best friends with her since he had been coming in their home for 6 years. He and Tina had met at a vocal coach when they were 11 and instantly bonded over their love for music.

They quickly became best friends and as they grew older their parents were definitely expecting them to kick their friendship to a romantic level, which was a bit more difficult because of Tina's sister's crush on Blaine.

When Blaine came out first it was to his friend in school who was also gay, after that it was Tina. She had been his refuge when his dad refused to talk to him, and when his mom had been confused and scared after his secret was out to his parents.

After eating Blaine and Tina went to her room. He had promised to help her get through preparations for a history test, and he was building up the nerves to ask her the big question: if she wanted to help him lie to his parents so he could spend the weekend at Kurt's house. At least one night.

They went through her notes and Blaine asked her questions from her text book and after an hour of revising they were sure their heads were gonna explode, so they dropped to the bed to consume the chocolate mousse Tina's mom brought them.

"I uhm… this is really unfair of me, I know, but I have to ask you something," Blaine began, doing his best to not look at Tina because he felt so guilty that he was even considering dragging her into this.

He could feel her tense on the mattress, and the way she was moving her spoon around in her bowl slowed down - she knew that this was completely unusual for him, which was a comfort. She knew that he would never ask her anything if he didn't find it necessary.

"Don't lurk around it, just ask me, Blaine -" she said and took a mouthful of chocolate with her eyes lingering on Blaine, her glance piercing into the skin on his face.

"It's just because… I was thinking - because the other day Kurt and I were in his room -"

God just say it. Ask her. It shouldn't be that hard. The worst that can happen is that she's gonna say no and I will have to listen to her worries. Just do it!

"Can I tell my parents that I'm at your house this weekend?" He finally forced out the second she had filled her mouth so she would have a moment to calm down before going crazy on him for his outrageous request.

Her eyes were wide and she was struggling to swallow her mousse so she could respond, and Blaine prayed that she would at least calm a bit down before she got a chance to go overboard.

"Blaine! What are you doing? You can't… you can't lie to your parents like that. Why would you do that?" She asked, shocked and probably already knowing that this was about Kurt. She always knew, and lately it was always about Kurt.

"Please listen before you go all Asian Attack on me! It was just the other day… we were at Kurt's house, and he was so sweet and he said that he wished that I didn't have to leave. That he missed waking up next to me - and I miss waking up next to him too! So I figured I would find a way to maybe… spend the night at his house," Blaine tried to explain, hoping she would understand once he told her how cute Kurt had been. Because how could anyone resist that?

Tina fell silent. She let her spoon trace around her empty bowl before she looked back up on him with a suspicious expression. She closed her eyes and drew a heavy breath before she looked back up on him.

"He really does make you happy doesn't he? And he treats you good?"

"He's… amazing. He's so different when we're alone. So - sweet and cute, in such an awkward way. Please, Tina. I'm really, really happy when I'm with him," Blaine begged. He knew that he had pushed it a little far, but he also knew that Tina was just as much of a sucker for romance as he was, so he wouldn't put off a chance of convincing her if that was what it took.

"What if your parents talk to my parents? I can't exactly ask them to lie -" she said, and she wasn't arguing - merely stating that this was a possibility.

"Why would they? When was the last time our parents needed to arrange our play-dates?" Blaine chuckled and poked her arm.

"Good point." Tina grinned and poked him back before she put her bowl to the nightstand and crossed her legs to face him.

"Okay, you can do this on one condition - no two!"

Oh god no. Hopefully she won't make me do her homework for the next month or something. I am so not up with energy enough for that, Blaine thought before he nodded a little reluctantly.

"First of all; if anything happens so that your parents find out that you aren't at my house I am allowed to be innocent and good and not know anything about it, got that?" She said sharply, and Blaine agreed.

"That sounds fair. What's the next?" He never wanted to ask her in the first place, this had only been because he didn't have any other options, so of course he would agree to this.

"I want you to tell me all the details. Not like… those details. Just - I wanna know how Kurt is when you're alone. And… I'm kind of curious about some things, so you're gonna tell me when I ask," she exclaimed and Blaine was sort of relieved - yet a bit scared.

He wasn't sure he was ready to share all of the details about his alone-time with Kurt with Tina, and he was even more nervous as to where her curiosities could lie.

"Uhm… okay. I guess. I'm not really sure what it is I'm agreeing to here," he said a bit apprehensive, excepting a million questions to pour down over him and he would have nowhere to run.

No more further questions came though. They took an hour more on Tina's homework before Blaine decided that he had to go home so he could talk to his parents about the weekend.

A text from Kurt ticked in as he was putting his blazer back on and Tina positively beamed as she got to his phone before he did.

Kurt: "Baby. Did you figure something out with your parents? I really hope you can come. I miss your kisses."

Blaine was dying. He wanted to jump and squeal from the text. This was definitely one of Kurt's better days. He hadn't heard from him all day so he had guessed that he was in a bad mood, but this text had Blaine completely melting to a puddle of gush. He was just happy that Tina had seen one of his better texts and not one of his grumpy ones.

"Just… run off and be in love, okay?" She grinned when she hugged him before he left her room with a kiss to her cheek.

xXx

When Blaine came home his dad was in the living room watching the news and his mom was doing laundry which was a major relief. He hurried upstairs to change into his pajamas before he went back downstairs to catch his mom before she was finished.

"Hey sweetie. Had a good time at Tina's?" She asked and kissed his cheek when he entered the washing room.

He leaned against the counter and watched her as she fumbled around by the washing machine.

"It was good, as always. We got through her history homework. More or less," he laid out softly.

It was stupid. He had never had any problems about getting permission to stay at Tina's house. His mom knew that he was gay and that it wasn't going to change, so there wasn't any chance of them doing anything inappropriate. She also knew that Tina was with Mike and she had seen them together at Blaine's birthday - seen how much in love they were.

"I uhm… I was wondering if it would be cool with you if I spent the weekend at her house? We were talking about watching a lot of TV shows and studying for our exams together, and it would be sort of easier if we could… you know, just keep going all night if we hit a good steam," he tried and he was shocked and scared at how easy it came to him.

Guilt was piling up in his chest and he wanted to tell his mom that it had nothing to do with Tina, that it was because he was going to sleep in another boy's bed - an incredible boy that he was in love with.

"Sure. That sounds lovely. If it's good with her parents it's fine for me," his mom smiled and she clearly didn't suspect anything out of the ordinary going on.

Blaine was relieved and depressed.

He thanked his mom, kissed her goodnight and went to wash up. As soon as he was in his room he went directly to bed and found out his phone so he could let Kurt know the news.

Blaine: "I talked to my mom. She said that it was fine. It took a bit convincing from Tina but she let me say that I will be at her house."

It only took a second before his phone was ringing and he dozily picked up.

"She said yes? You're coming to my house tomorrow?" Kurt asked in an anxious voice, like he needed to hear the words rather than just reading them on the display of his phone.

"Yeah. It's cool. I'm thinking to just go home to shower and pick up some stuff after school and then I will come to you. Would that be okay?" Blaine asked and realized how tired he actually was.

He turned to lie on his side so he could curl up to a pillow and imagined how great it would be to be with Kurt for an entire weekend - again.

"Are you kidding? This is gonna be awesome! Don't even bother to bring clothes, I'm just gonna rip it off you anyway. Besides - that uniform was kinda kinky," Kurt chuckled into the phone, and the sound of his happy voice made Blaine nuzzle his nose into his pillow to hold in a giggle.

"If I don't bring clothes I'm not sure your dad will be all too happy about me walking around naked in his house," Blaine pointed out, doing his best to ignore the comment on his uniform. He had no idea what to make of that.

"My dad? Seriously, like I was even planning on letting anyone see you naked but me," Kurt said dryly and Blaine kicked his feet in excitement.

He had never thought he would feel like a giddy schoolgirl from chick flicks, because he had promised himself that he would never be that type of boyfriend, but right now he couldn't help himself.

"Go to bed. You're gonna need your strength when I fuck you senseless tomorrow," Kurt ordered.

It was always a wonder to Blaine how he could make such hard and inappropriate words sound so soft and caring. Nearly affectionate. Maybe it's jus my mind going crazy.

"I'll be looking forward to that. Goodnight, Kurt -" Blaine mumbled into the phone and got ready for hanging up.

"Blaine?"

"Yeah?"

"I… I can't wait to sleep with you again. Like… really sleep in your arms," Kurt said shyly, his voice making Blaine's stomach take a roll.

"That… sounds good," Blaine choked out, afraid his voice was going to break from being overwhelmed by affection.

"I think I'm gonna sleep. Hopefully there won't be long until I see you when I wake up," Kurt yawned.

Blaine felt a sting in his heart. He wanted to ask Kurt to not hang up, to leave the phone on so he could fall asleep to the sound of his sleepy breathing, but he had to stop himself. He could do that once he was there with him instead.

"Kurt? You're amazing."

"So are you. You chick," Kurt snickered and Blaine's face dropped.

"Goodnight, baby. I'll ravish you tomorrow," Kurt groaned into the phone.

"Goodnight. I'll look forward to that," Blaine sighed, happy that Kurt didn't go completely mocking on him, and they hung up.

He was just about to put down his phone as he remembered something he needed to do before sleeping.

Blaine: "Go to school!"

Kurt: "Fine, mommy! Let's see how it goes."

Blaine: "You're gonna thank me later."

Kurt: "I doubt it. Now sleep. You'll need your strength and energy tomorrow."

Blaine: "As you wish. Goodnight."

Kurt: "Goodnight."

Kurt: "xxxx"

xXx

It was late afternoon when Blaine arrived at Kurt's house. He had done his best to take good time on showering fixing his hair and packing whatever he would need for the weekend.

To be honest he was nervous like crazy. He had no idea what he and Kurt could get their weekend to go with, and he had to admit that as tempting as it sounded he really hoped that Kurt wasn't planning on spending every minute awake on having sex.

Luckily Kurt had said the house would be empty until around midnight so he could just go in, but Blaine was way too nervous for that so he sent Kurt a text saying that he was in the driveway, and Kurt was holding the door open for him within seconds.

"You could have just come in," Kurt groaned as he moved to let Blaine come inside. Once the door was closed he grabbed around Blaine's collar to pull him in for an aggressive kiss that left him panting when Kurt let go and walked down the hall.

Blaine nearly tripped in following him because he couldn't stop staring at the way his muscles moved under his tanktop on his back, and on his shoulders and arm when he reached up to run a hand through his hair. Once again Blaine had to admit that he had no idea so hot guys could be found outside the edited glossy pictures in magazines.

He wanted to run the few feet between them so he could put his arms around Kurt to let his hand under his shirt where he could feel everything, but he stopped himself with the thought that he should wait until later. He definitely needed to fell it all.

Kurt went out in the garden where he apparently had already been sitting when Blaine came. A stack of magazines were piled at the foot of a tanning chair and a nearly empty bottle of water was standing on the side.

He picked up the magazines and the bottle before he walked back inside, Blaine following him around with his bag in hand and nerves on his sleeve.

When they entered Kurt's room he let the pile of magazines drop in a still neat stack on his bed and gestured for Blaine to put his bag in the corner. Blaine sat down on the bed and the magazines nearly tipped over from the contraction.

Kurt came over to stand between his legs where he bent down to kiss him deeply before he boobed his finger to his nose and excused himself. Kurt left the room and Blaine fell down to the bed, making the magazines scoop down in a mess.

He curled up to push his nose down the messy covers to find a good place to sniff in the scent of Kurt. He couldn't help grinning broadly by the fact that he was in Kurt's room and he was going to be there for the rest of the weekend.

When he opened his eyes he was face to face with the magazines that were nearly covering the bed now. He decided to take a look and found that it were motorcycles and tattoos…

…and a few copies of Vogue.

Blaine rushed to sit up. It was the latest few months' copies, he knew them because he had a subscription. He had all of the latest year's copies at home and he had spent hours going through them with Tina when they arrived in the mail each month.

He was stunned. Kurt had Vogue. That was probably one of the last things he would have expected to find in Kurt's room, and here he was with the pretty pages in his hands. It was ridiculous - sure, it was really not Kurt's style, and he was shocked, but for some reason he couldn't help finding it cute to a point where he had to press his hand to his mouth to hold in a giggle.

As soon as he heard footsteps on the stairs he hurried to put the magazines back in order and put them back in a stack so Kurt wouldn't know he had seen them. Something told him that Kurt wasn't too keen on having Blaine, or anyone, know that he was into that kind of stuff.

"Don't you look sexy," Kurt said and pushed the door closed with his foot as he came back into the room. Blaine grinned at him and hoped that he wasn't being too obvious; he didn't want Kurt to think that he was lurking around his room when he wasn't there.

Kurt picked up the magazines and put them in a drawer before he fell down on the bed, making Blaine bounce a little in his seat. Kurt grabbed around his elbow and pulled him down to lie next to him.

"Now we're all alone," he said in a teasing voice.

His eyes were staring really intensely into Blaine's and it was making it hard to breathe. Now that they were so close Blaine could see that tiny freckles were starting to show across the back of Kurt's nose. His skin was moist from sweating and his eyelashes were fluttering up and down every time his eyes blinked.

He looked innocent, and tired. As if he had been working all day.

"Did you go to school today?" Blaine dared to ask, wanting to have it over with so it wouldn't pop up in the middle of everything over the weekend.

Kurt closed his eyes for a moment before he looked straight back into Blaine's.

"I sat through an entire period of English. Then I hung out with Puck and he talked to a few of the glee nerds - and I went through European History," Kurt shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal.

Blaine couldn't stop the grin forming on his face. He knew Kurt didn't want it to be pumped up to something wild because he didn't think he was good for it.

"That's really great. I'm so proud of you!" Blaine beamed without thinking. He clenched his hand around Kurt's between them and placed a wet kiss to his cheek.

Kurt pushed him away with a soft, but firm, hand to his chest and wiped his cheek off. His lips pursed but his eyes were flickering.

"Stop that bullshit. Don't be - proud of me. I didn't end the war in Afghanistan. I only showed up in a freaking classroom, so contain your excitement," Kurt hissed but Blaine could hear that it was only a half-hearted reprimand. Something told him that Kurt was happy that he had said that he was proud of him - regardless of how lame he thought it was.

"Well, I am! And there's nothing you can do about it. I think it's good that you went to school and stayed for so long - and now you're going to kiss me and shut the fuck up!" Blaine demanded and was surprised by the force of his own words - not to mention the words he had used.

It was like something snapped in Kurt's head and suddenly he was straddling Blaine's hips while pinning his wrists to the bed on the sides of his head. His bare feet found their way under Blaine's calves and he leaned down to kiss Blaine forcefully while he let his hands slide from his wrists and strongly up to let their fingers intertwine.

Even with all the weight he was using to hold Blaine down, and all the force he was using to move his lips against Blaine's, somehow it felt like the most gentle kiss they had ever shared. It was like there was more passion in it in some way, and it was in one time scary and comforting.

"I really fucking like you," Kurt smirked as he broke away and sucked Blaine's lower lip into his mouth. He was grinning and his eyes were sparkling.

Blaine lost his breath and were on the edge of coughing. He smiled crookedly and fumbled for words in his brain but somehow they all clogged on the way to his mouth.

I love you.

"I really fucking like you too," he chuckled and kissed Kurt's chin.

If I say it he'll break up with me.

"What do you wanna do?" Kurt asked and he was back to his soft voice, and his hands were soothing in Blaine's.

"I don't know… I figured we could - I don't know," he chuckled and felt a little dumb. He wished that he could have a line-up of fun and exciting things for them to do, but his mind was blank.

"I think I - just wanna stay here - and enjoy you with me now that you are finally here," Kurt declared and started pressing gentle kisses to Blaine's lips, before he continued down his cheek.

Blaine let his legs wrap around Kurt's and he was sure that he had never felt so protected in his life.

He expected Kurt to continue kissing down his chest and the rest of his body, the way he so often did in the hope of getting permission to suck him off, but this time he didn't. When he reached the crook of Blaine's neck he pressed a light kiss beneath his ear and nuzzled his nose into his hair.

Kurt tightened his fingers between Blaine's a little and hummed against his neck, and it didn't seem like he was planning on moving. Blaine wanted to put his arms up to fold them around Kurt, to caress his back and let them be completely enveloped in each other, but he didn't want to let go of his hands either, so instead he stayed and closed his eyes to let all of his senses take in the feeling of Kurt's body.

After what felt like an eternity Kurt stretched his legs so he could carefully slide them between Blaine's. He slowly released his fingers from Blaine's so he could slide his palms over his arms, up his shoulders and down his sides to sneak them under Blaine's shoulders to fold as good around him as possible.

Blaine saw that as his opportunity to put his arms around Kurt where he stroke his fingertips up and down his back. The fabric of his tanktop was soft and Blaine had a suspicion that it was really expensive cotton. He would know that feeling any day.

The feeling of Kurt lying on him that way, in a way that was completely innocent and non-erotic even to Kurt, was close to overwhelming. The way he slipped his head down to rest on Blaine's chest, and he way he did what he could to fold all limbs around Blaine's body made him feel like Kurt was doing all he could to keep him safe - and there was nothing else in the world that could make him feel safer.

They laid liked that for a while. Blaine had closed his eyes and kept his hand running up and down Kurt's back in soothing patterns, every now and then he hummed into his ear and the sound was received with a tender moan back. Sometimes Kurt strengthened his grip on Blaine's body lightly, and Blaine kissed wherever he could reach him.

He was starting to suspect that Kurt had fallen asleep when he pressed a few dozy kisses to Blaine's cheek before he slowly sat up, his fingers quickly finding Blaine's again as if per instinct.

The room had grown dark around them, but Blaine could still see that Kurt was looking even more tired now. His hair had almost left its original grooming and it was softly bobbing around on his head as he moved.

"Wanna go see if I can find us something we can eat?" Kurt moaned lazy and played around with Blaine's fingers while he was looking down on him.

Blaine agreed and they awkwardly got to their feet. As soon as they were both standing Kurt let his hand slide back into Blaine's and didn't let go as they slowly walked towards the kitchen through the dark, soundless house.

While Kurt rustled around the kitchen to make them some pasta Blaine sat on a chair watching him. Every now and then Kurt would walk by but stop to kiss him with a smile and it was hard for Blaine to not tell him to forget about food so they could go back to bed.

As soon as their dinner was done they took their plates and went to the living room. They turned on the TV and ate their food in silence. When they were done eating Kurt leaned in to press a kiss to Blaine's temple and softly mumbled "I'll do this" and grabbed the plates before he disappeared back to the kitchen where Blaine could hear him rummaging around until he returned.

When he was back Kurt gently pushed Blaine's right leg up on the couch so he could lie between his legs with his head resting on his chest. He kissed the tips of both of Blaine's index fingers sweetly before he folded Blaine's arms around his waist and clenched them to his body.

"My dad and Carole will be home soon. Wanna go to bed?" Kurt asked and kissed Blaine's bicep before his head dumped back to Blaine's chest after an hour and a half.

"Yeah. We could do that. I'm tired," Blaine agreed and stopped a yawn halfway.

Kurt turned off the TV before he stood up and took both of Blaine's hands to help him up. When they were both standing up Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine to hold him close for a moment before he grabbed his hand and led him back upstairs.

They stood next to each other by the sink and brushed their teeth in silence, their elbows rubbing against each other every now and then, sometimes sending each other a lazy smile in the mirror before they went back to Kurt's room.

"Please, please, please tell me that you aren't planning on sleeping in actual clothes tonight - I wanna feel you, not your $100 pajamas," Kurt begged and put his shirt in the hamper by the bathroom door.

Blaine dumped to sit on the bed and stared at the bag in his hand. Sure, he had brought his pajamas - but the way Kurt said it made him want to throw it away to never use it again.

"Of course not," he stammered awkwardly, and he could see that Kurt knew that it was a recent decision.

Blaine folded his clothes neatly and put it in the bag before he crawled into Kurt's bed. He had never been in Kurt's bed in only his underwear before but he immediately felt it like he was bathing in a tub that was filled with only the scent of Kurt and nothing else. The sheets were soft and smooth against his skin and suddenly he had no idea why he had even considered wearing anything at all.

Kurt slid under the covers himself and adjusted himself to a comfortable position before he cupped Blaine's face and started kissing him. Blaine was completely taken aback from the affection, but let his hands up to covers Kurt's on his face. He simply never wanted him to let go.

He heard a car in the driveway, and the door in the hall was opened. Kurt kept kissing him and as much as Blaine felt it weird to have Kurt's parents in the house while they were nearly naked and close, kissing each other that way, he didn't want it to stop.

"I think you're really gorgeous. I like it when you're in my bed," Kurt whispered, like he didn't want to break their safe bubble of peace in the dark room.

"I like being in your bed," Blaine whispered back and smiled shyly.

Kurt kissed his forehead, his nose, his lips and his chin before he kissed his lips again and smiled with a suppressed chuckle. He ran his fingertips down Blaine's ribs, causing a tingling sensation to run through his body, before he gently tugged him closer so Blaine could rest his head on Kurt's chest.

All that was heard in he room was Kurt's heartbeat and their combined breathing. Blaine found it remarkable that even though they had only been together in a few weeks their breathing immediately adjusted to each other whenever they were close.

He could hear footsteps on the stairs outside the door and he instinctively squeezed his grip around Kurt a little tighter, causing a soft "Shhh" from Kurt followed by caressing fingers up his back.

Suddenly there was a quiet tap on the door and Blaine panicked. Kurt's parents couldn't see them like this; next-to-naked and wrapped around each other. He started to move away to lie down next to Kurt, but Kurt kept him in place.

"Hey Kurt. I just wanted to check that you were home," his dad's voice sounded throughout the room.

Blaine kept his eyes squeezed shut and stayed as still as he possibly could. If he didn't move or breathe maybe Kurt's dad wouldn't notice him lying on his son.

"I'm here, dad. It's fine. We were almost asleep," Kurt said quietly, his fingers softly massaging Blaine's neck at his hairline.

"Good. We're going to bed as well. Goodnight," his dad said and Kurt told him a soft goodnight back before the door was closed and the room was back to being dark and quiet around them.

"Goodnight, baby -" Kurt cooed and kissed Blaine's hair.

xXx

When Blaine woke up the next morning it was from Kurt kissing his fingers. As soon as he realized Blaine was awake he immediately turned all his attention to his mouth. Even though Blaine felt like he was having a terrible morning breath he couldn't deny himself the affection of Kurt's lips and tongue.

He didn't know how it happened but suddenly he was on top of Kurt and everything was kisses and passion. Kurt's hands were on his back with his fingertips down the hem of his underwear and Blaine could feel that Kurt was hard as he pushed his hips up against Blaine's.

A strong morning erection had filled Blaine's boxer briefs and he couldn't stop pressing down on Kurt. He sucked on Kurt's tongue and let himself feel how heavy Kurt was against his hip.

This was it. He was going to do it now. His mouth was watering by the thought of Kurt's dick; he wanted to taste it, feel the weight of it on his tongue and make Kurt twist and writhe the way he had done himself when Kurt had been sucking his own.

There was no excuse anymore because he kept dreaming about how big it would feel in his mouth and he was sure that if he did something wrong Kurt might laugh at him but he would just be happy that he had even tried and then talk him through it.

Blaine sucked on Kurt's lower lip and started kissing down his cheek. His cock was twitching in anticipation and he considered taking off his boxer briefs already to at least not feel like he was trapped in the fabric. He nipped at Kurt's earlobe and Kurt's fingers found their way into his hair where it luckily had wrestled itself out of the gel from the day before.

He continued down Kurt's neck, biting and licking with giggles and moans streaming from Kurt's mouth. The feeling of his fingers running around Blaine's curls and the tender sighs were reassuring and Blaine knew that he was doing something right.

He kissed his way down Kurt's shoulder to go further down his arm. God he loved how muscular his arms were and he couldn't just ignore them, so he kissed the bicep when he suddenly stopped in the middle of action, confusion swimming over his brain and all lust put completely on hold.

"No, no, no, why did you stop? It was so good, baby -" Kurt complained and padded he back of his hand down in the mattress to indicate for Blaine to get back to work.

"Who's… Elizabeth?" Blaine asked and rose to support on his hands rather than his forearms.

"What?" At first he looked confused but then his eyes quickly turned cold and his lips pursed.

"The tattoo on your arm. It says Elizabeth," Blaine explained, but he knew hat Kurt was perfectly aware what he was referring to.

Blaine looked from Kurt's face and down to the dark letters on his skin. Even though it was clearly old and worn from being hidden on the inside of Kurt's bicep where it constantly brushed against his side or clothes it was still a strong contrast to Kurt's cream skin.

The letters were so tiny that Blaine knew that if he hadn't been so close he would never have been able to make out the name. Under the name was a date and Blaine wanted to trace a finger over it to feel the letters, feel the ink as a smooth part of his skin.

"Weren't you in the middle of something?" Kurt groaned and tried dragging his arm away but Blaine held it to the bed so he couldn't move.

"No Kurt, tell me who it is," Blaine protested and started preparing himself for the heat that undoubtedly was about to be thrown at him. Something told him that this was going to be one of their strongest fights ever.

"That's none of your business!" Kurt used his free arm to push Blaine away and hurried to sit up, dragging his arm away so he could fold it over his ribs to hide the tattoo.

It was so frustrating. Why couldn't he just be honest for once? Open up and give an answer. It wasn't like Blaine was expecting a long, heartfelt conversation and dragging up in anything - he simply wanted to know who the name belonged to. Considering Kurt had taken the thought-through decision of having it inked into his body in a way that Blaine could imagine was very painful, it had to be someone who mattered to him.

"Come on, Kurt. Why won't you ever tell me anything that's important to you?" Blaine was hurt. He wanted to tell Kurt everything about himself, his past, his hopes and dreams - everything. He wanted to share his entire life with Kurt, but Kurt wouldn't even share this one thing with him.

"Because it's none of your goddamn business, so back the fuck off!" Kurt snapped, and Blaine nearly moved back on the bed from the force.

His eyes were lightning and his teeth were clattering together. Blaine had never seen him so angry, and if he hadn't known that Kurt would never do that he would be afraid that he was going to hurt him.

"I'm sorry. I just really wanna know. I wanna know everything that's important to you, because you're important to me," Blaine tried explaining as softly as possible, doing his best to emphasize that it in no way was because he wanted to invade his privacy.

"Whatever," Kurt growled and rolled his eyes.

He turned his back on Blaine and Blaine didn't know what else to do than sigh heavily in his defeat. He was annoyed, stressed over how defensive his boyfriend was. He adjusted himself on the pillow and wondered if the rest of their weekend was going to be spend on Kurt being pissed at him.

It was childish, Blaine knew that, but he refused to apologize. He hadn't done anything wrong. All he had done was find interest in his boyfriend and the things that mattered to him. Why was that so terrible? Any person in the world would be thrilled to have their partner being honestly interested in them.

So he stayed silent. He watched Kurt's back moving with his every breath. His muscles were strong and visible through the pale skin, and Blaine could see subtle lines from he had been wearing his top outside the day before. A few freckles covered his shoulder, but they were so vague that Blaine was sure he was the only person to even notice them.

"It was my mom," Kurt suddenly said. His voice was so soft and low that it was nearly inaudible. He was lying completely still and for a second Blaine wondered if he had only imagined it.

"Oh -" was all he could say. He had no words, no idea what to say. He felt like he should have guessed that, but he couldn't see how he could.

"I got it because I felt like she was being pushed away when my dad remarried," Kurt told and Blaine wished that he was brave enough to put his arms around him.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, stupid and insufficient.

Kurt turned around and Blaine felt a knot tie up in his throat when he saw that his eyes were glassy.

"I can't just let her be forgotten," Kurt stated in a broken voice.

"I don't think you ever could," Blaine said softly and turned to lie on his side so he could see Kurt better.

"Do you miss her?"

What an idiotic question! Of course he misses her, it was his mom!

"All the time," Kurt responded and moved so close to Blaine that there was nothing he could do but fold his arms around him.

Kurt put his arm around Blaine as well and buried his face in his chest. His breathing was warm and moist against Blaine's naked skin. He kissed his shoulder and felt like he should be rocking him back and forth while humming soothing sounds in his ear.

"I'm really sorry, honey -" Blaine cooed into his hair and he could feel Kurt calm down in his arms.

For a long time neither of them said anything. Blaine put kisses to Kurt's hair and shoulder every now and then until Kurt tightened his grip around him really hard, before releasing completely so he could move a little away.

His cheeks were completely flushed and his eyes were still a little glassy. Blaine couldn't decide whether it seemed like he had been crying, but he figured that if he had Blaine would have felt it.

"She was really amazing," Kurt suddenly opened and Blaine nearly choked from the surprise.

"She taught me to sing. I was only a kid, so it's not like it matters much. My dad was nervous, but she encouraged me to… do all the kinds of things I did as a kid. Until she… well -" He sighed heavily and let his eyes drop to Blaine's chest instead to avoid eye contact.

Blaine wanted to say something. He felt like he should say something - but what was one supposed to say when they were listening to their boyfriend talk about his dead mom?

"God, if she could have seen me now - she would have been so disappointed. She always told me to be a good boy, stay in school and stick to performing and playing with clothes. Boy, if she saw me now. Not like I could ever live up to a parent's wishes anyway," Kurt snickered and rolled his eyes with a wrinkle of his nose that made the vague freckles much more pronounced.

"That's not true. First of all; she could not be disappointed in you. Come on, you're so incredible and fierce. Second of all; baby, you can still do those things. It's not too late. Of course you can go back to performing and play with clothes or whatever - you already are playing with clothes, and you do it pretty damn good, if I should say so -" Blaine argued, a need to let Kurt know that he hadn't run dry yet.

"You're just saying that to get in my pants -" Kurt groaned, but Blaine could sense a spark behind the cold façade in his eyes.

"That too. But I really mean it. Kurt, I think you're amazing, and I am sure that your mom would think so too. Now cuddle with me, please" he ended and Kurt looked down to the pillow, his cheeks getting a little rosy and Blaine knew that his mission was accomplished.

"How on Earth did I end up with someone as sappy and manipulating as you?" Kurt teased and pressed a kiss to the corner of Blaine's mouth.

He grinned, happy that he hadn't ruined the rest of their weekend together. He already felt bad for having taken up the subject of his mom, but it wasn't like he knew, and as Kurt was always so reluctant when it came to sharing he couldn't really have guessed it would be something of this caliber.

"Because you want me," Blaine grinned and returned the kiss.

"Yeah. I love fucking your ass," Kurt growled and bit down on Blaine's lower lip while he cupped Blaine's cock, making Blaine express a weak groan into his mouth.

"Wanna take a shower with me?" Kurt asked under his breath, rubbing up and down Blaine's crotch.

He couldn't think, he couldn't breathe, all Blaine could do in response was nod without caring how needy he seemed - because he was. So he stretched his neck and crashed his mouth to Kurt's with something that mostly sounded like a weak whimper.

Blaine put his hands to Kurt's chest and pushed him lightly away. With a confused glance from Kurt he got off the bed and headed for the bathroom where he started to take off his boxer briefs.

"Are you coming? Or should I just shower alone?" Blaine called before he turned on the water. It was only a minute until Kurt was by his side. He let his own underwear drop and pressed his body against Blaine's to a kiss while pushing him under the stream of water.

They stayed there. Kissing and feeling each other while Kurt kept running his fingers through Blaine's hair as if to will it free from the tight gel keeping it locked to his head.

Not much to Blaine's surprise Kurt quickly turned hard against Blaine's crotch, causing a grin to fill Kurt's face and a moan to rust from his throat as Blaine let his palm slide up his length. This was their first time completely naked together since Blaine's room a few weeks ago and he was not planning on letting it be boring.

"I wanna try something but - don't… don't laugh at me if I do it wrong. Just - let me know what you want," Blaine said, his hands cupping Kurt's face but afraid to see his eyes.

"That would really depend on what you're planning on doing cause to me it sounds like this could be either really hot or damn spooky," Kurt chuckled and took a firm grip on Blaine's ass so that Blaine did a little jump from the surprise.

"Of course. I promise, no laughing!" Kurt mused and pecked his lips.

Blaine took a nervous deep breath before he forced himself to stare into Kurt's eyes.

"I wanna - suck your dick," he blabbered awkwardly out. At first Kurt looked like he didn't know whether it was a joke or he meant it, but he quickly transformed to filling with lust and his fingers digging into the flesh of Blaine's ass, pressing their crotches close.

"Yes, baby, please -" he moaned and stuck his tongue into Blaine's mouth to dance with his before Blaine slowly lowered himself down to his knees instead.

The porcelain floor was slippery and the water was streaming down over him. His hair was dripping down on his face and for a second he was afraid he was going to choke from his nerves.

He was face-to-face with Kurt's cock. He had never been so close to it with his face and it was terrifying. It was big and hard and it smelled so much of man and Kurt and sex. The flushed pink was glistening in front of him and he just needed to feel it.

He squeezed his eyes hard and tried thinking back to what Kurt had done when he had been sucking him, and then to what he had seen in porn when he had tried educating himself about sex - but instantly back to Kurt. All he wanted to think about was Kurt.

"Don't be nervous, baby, it's okay - you won't be perfect, it's your first time. But you're gonna be good. You work your tongue so good, Blaine -" Kurt assured him and when he ran his fingers through Blaine's curls it was like his nerves calmed down; he could do this!

He let his tongue out and carefully licked from the root to the head. He let his tongue over the head and slid his palms from Kurt's knees, up his thighs to softly hold flat a his hips. Then he tried getting his tongue to swirl around the head but it only caused for Kurt's head to clash against his cheek and he could feel and hear that Kurt was strangling a chuckle.

God I'm so terrible at this. Oh shit. He will hate me for this. He will never want to have sex with me again. Fuck.

He tried locking his lips around the head and Kurt sighed - he was doing something right, good. He was just starting to think that maybe he could do this after all when Kurt yelped out and grabbed hard around his hair.

"Fuck Blaine your teeth! You're not going to eat me here!" He snapped with a pained voice and Blaine flew back to nearly dump to his ass on the porcelain.

"Oh god I am so sorry! Did I hurt you? Oh no, I can't do this. I am so sorry, Kurt," Blaine rushed out to apologize in panic without knowing what to do when Kurt awkwardly crouched next to him.

"Hey, Blaine, stop that bullshit - it's fine. It's not like you bit it off. It didn't even hurt that much, I was just… startled. I never expected you to be awesome at this when you've never done it before," Kurt comforted and kissed his forehead.

This is ridiculous. I can't even blow my boyfriend and he's comforting me. I should be put in isolation.

"Now I'm gonna stand back up and you're gonna use a lot of tongue and cover your teeth with you lips, and then you will suck my cock, alright?" Kurt cooed and waited for Blaine to react.

He didn't say anything. He let his eyes flicker between Kurt's to see if he could detect any form of annoyance or disappointment hiding behind Kurt's calm surface, but there was nothing but patience to be seen, so he nodded insecurely.

"Thank you. You're amazing," he mumbled and kissed Kurt deeply.

"So are you. And I've felt what you can do with your mouth and you're gonna need to do some serious good stuff with that, cause you have the potential to blow me like you were a pro, because your mouth is fucking divine -" Kurt grinned before he slowly stood back up.

Blaine sat back on his knees and swallowed hard when he suddenly felt Kurt's one hand on his shoulder, down his arm to lift it up. Blaine got the idea and as his hand was in Kurt's he felt Kurt lock them tightly around the base of his cock. Meanwhile his other hand had found its way through Blaine's curls and over his jaw to slightly help him open his mouth.

Blaine closed his eyes and wished for luck as he licked back up the shaft, relieved that Kurt expressed a sigh from the feeling. Even though they were in the shower and there was water everywhere it somehow still felt dry on his tongue. He licked back up again, this time a little harder to really feel the resistance.

Kurt cupped the back of his head, sighing as he reached the head and Blaine could feel him looking down on him.

"That's right, baby. You're doing good. Now take it in, take it in for me," Kurt guided softly, his voice steady and breathy, and somehow it had Blaine feel like he was being taken care of.

So he took another deep breath and closed his eyes before he opened his mouth fully again. He did his best to fold his lips over his teeth and let his mouth sink back down over Kurt's head.

"Yes, Blaine. Fuck that's good, baby!" Kurt thrust out as his hand started to feel a little stronger on the back of his head.

"All the way down, darling. Just stop when it feels uncomfortable."

The way Kurt's voice was soft and trusting made Blaine feel a little more confident. He had been scared to death that he was going to screw up - again. Now he felt like he might actually be able to do this somewhat good for Kurt.

Not to mention how hard and strong Kurt felt in his mouth. As he slowly started to move his mouth down around the shaft Blaine couldn't stop marveling at how heavy and smooth Kurt was feeling on his tongue.

When he was as far down as he could he stopped for a moment there. He let himself enjoy the feeling of Kurt's fingers gently massaging around in his hair in time with his breath being filled with tender "Mhm" from Blaine around him.

He wasn't sure what else to do at this point. He had made it this far and now he hoped that he would make it out alive. There was also the important fact that he wanted to taste and feel the sensation of the reality that he was on his knees in the shower with Kurt's dick in his mouth.

"Mhm, you feel good, baby. Now start working that great mouth of yours around me," Kurt pushed gingerly and Blaine was reminded that he had to continue.

He tried to take a deep breath through his nose, an action that nearly resulted in a cough, so he let his mouth slide back up, his lips tightening a little around the shaft. When he was up he dived back down and this time tried letting his tongue trace the vein on the underside of Kurt's cock and Kurt took a little firmer grip around his locks.

He slowly started bopping his head up and down, trying to steady himself by keeping his hands on Kurt's hips. It was much harder than he had expected, but in return he was much more turned on by it than he had expected.

The taste of Kurt's pre-come was slowly starting to spread over the entirety of Blaine's mouth mixed with the taste of flesh. He could the come leaking at the roof of his mouth, and when he arched his neck lightly to not get a cramp in his neck Kurt rushed out "Yes, just like that" and Blaine nearly grinned.

He worked up a bit faster pace, and dared himself to let the tip of his tongue tease at the rim around the head. Kurt's fingers were working quickly around his hair and sometimes even down his neck. Blaine could feel that he was resting against the wall and he couldn't do anything but take that as a good sign.

"Suck it, baby. Just… fuck - suck," Kurt begged through moans.

That's what I'm doing! Blaine thought desperate, but then he remembered having read something about creating a vacuum in his mouth.

He sucked. Sucked as hard as he could whilst bobbing his head up and down, his tongue following the movement when Kurt thrust out a sore "Oh my god, Blaine!" and his knees nearly buckled under him.

His hands rushed to Blaine's shoulders to force him up. Blaine's lips slid off Kurt's cock with a low squish and he hurried to stand back up where Kurt forced him against the wall to kiss him forcefully.

Kurt started thrusting his hand quickly around himself and Blaine had to pull out of the kiss to breathe. The look on Kurt's face was definitely the one he wore whenever he was close, so Blaine pushed his hand away to take over with his own fist.

As soon as he was back in charge of his breathing he crashed his mouth back to Kurt's. Within a few seconds Kurt's one hand was gripping hard around Blaine's shoulder and his hips started jerking against Blaine's.

Blaine could feel his shaft pulse in his hand and he almost bit down on Kurt's tongue from the thought that it was him, his mouth, his tongue, his hand that had brought him to the point where he was coming.

Hot spurts covered their bellies and were quickly washed off by the water running down over them. Blaine's wrist was killing him but he kept going until Kurt's forehead fell to his shoulder and he was chuckling.

"Fuck. You little… shit," Kurt groaned against Blaine's shoulder.

He started kissing over his shoulder and dozy let his hands up to fold around Blaine's waist. Blaine kissed down his ear and over his neck before he reached his cheek. Kurt tasted like salt and Blaine couldn't help but wonder whether it was him who had made him sweat so much that even through the water he was tasting like that or if it was just the temperature of the water.

"Was that alright?" Blaine asked insecurely, hoping that the blowjob had been good enough.

Kurt lifted his head and clasped his hands to Blaine's face. He kissed him soft and deep, not even using tongue, before he moved back just enough to look Blaine in the eyes.

"Some day you're gonna be my sex king, baby. And I'm gonna keep you to myself and tell all the guys how fantastic you are, and everyone will be freaking jealous because you will only be my sex king," Kurt grinned and gently brushed a lock of hair away from Blaine's cheek.

His eyes were still swimming and Blaine was afraid that the glaze covering his deep blue orbs would be enough to make him pass out.

"Okay. I can live with that," he mumbled awkwardly and received yet another kiss, before he was dragged into a warm embrace that felt almost out of character for Kurt.

They stayed with their arms around each other for a few moments before Kurt slowly found out his shampoo and started washing Blaine's hair. Blaine nearly snickered when he saw the expensive brand but decided to not mention it, the same went when Kurt started washing his body with a blueberry scented gel.

Once they were finished washing up Kurt folded a huge towel around Blaine before he snuck his way into Blaine's toweled up arms. He kissed his collarbones and hummed into Blaine's neck.

"You're pretty awesome," Kurt said lazily.

"You're pretty awesome too," Blaine smiled and kissed his temple, strengthening his grip around Kurt.

If this was how it would feel whenever they weren't bickering and bitching at each other he thought that the rough patches were completely worth it in the end. Maybe Kurt would even soften up to be like this a bit more often.