"I've been in love with you since I saw you the first time. When I saw you on the bus from Ohio, and you were playing and singing. The passion and love radiating from you - I couldn't stop looking at you. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen and heard. It was like magnetism - I needed you," he whispered, making Blaine feel like he was about to explode.

Before he knew it he had moved closer to Kurt, leaned in over him, and let his hand up to cup his face so he could make their lips clasp together.

"I've been so afraid," Blaine admitted. He was so ashamed of himself, ashamed that he had been acting so stupid; telling himself that he shouldn't feel that way about Kurt, when he now knew that it was the only right thing for him - that he shouldn't feel any other way, because if he did that would be wrong.

"I know - you needed to figure it out at your own pace. So I gave you that. Helped you in the right direction without pushing you," Kurt responded, and let his fingertips run down Blaine's arm.

"But… it's ridiculous, I should have just - faced that I want you, I want to… be with you. So much - and I think that somehow I knew it all along, I just wouldn't admit it, because I was scared," Blaine blabbered out, embarrassed and with a need to hide and kick himself.

"It doesn't matter now. Because we are together now, and that is the most important thing. You are worth the wait," Kurt cooed, and let his fingers run through Blaine's wet hair and Blaine feelt a wide grin spread over his face.

"So are you. I would wait for you - to the end of time. I've never felt this way before. Ever. But Kurt… I love you, I really do." Blaine let his eyes force their way into Kurt's stargaze, letting Kurt's eyes run through every cell of him and gladly welcoming them in.

Kurt shuffled a little to sit up and Blaine let himself sit against the pillows next to him. This was strange - what were they going to do now? What was going to happen? Were they… together? Like really together?

Blaine had never had a girlfriend in his life - but did he have a boyfriend now?

"Blaine - I wanna be your boyfriend. If you'll let me. But… I want you to know that I would never force you to tell your dad," Kurt said, answering the most pressuring questions that was starting to well in over Blaine like an avalanche.

"I understand that you can't have it out in this town - because it would hurt you so bad if your dad knew. So I just want you to know that it's okay. Like I said; I would wait for you to the end of time." He paused and bit his lower lip, but Blaine felt like he was about to explode from the warm feeling running through him.

In the blink of an eye Kurt had moved to sit on top of him. Blaine didn't have to think twice to let his hands rush to Kurt's hips feeling that his boxers were soaked too, for a second afraid that he would get sick despite the dry shirt.

"One day I'll take you away and we'll run away to a place where we don't have to hide it. I promise. I wanna be with you, so much. And I wanna be able to proudly hold your hand when we walk down the street, and -" Blaine started, with a need to express how much he meant it, but he was stopped mid-sentence.

Kurt clasped his lips against Blaine's. cutting off his words. He let his fingers caress Blaine's neck running into his wet curls, and Blaine could feel that Kurt's heart was racing just as fast as his own when their chests met between them.

The buttons of their flannel shirts were boring their way into Blaine's skin, but he didn't care. He let his hands slide down to Kurt's ass to press him closer, feeling Kurt smile against his lips in the middle of their kiss that slowly grew heated.

"I wanna feel you - I wanna feel you, Blaine," Kurt panted against Blaine's cheek that he was kissing wildly, and Blaine felt Kurt grow hard against him while Blaine was completely unable to stop his own natural reaction.

He started kissing Kurt's neck, and squeezed his ass lightly before he let his hands up to start unbuttoning Kurt's shirt, when he felt Kurt starting to unbutton his too, letting his lips find their way back to Blaine's.

The storm was still screaming at them, and when a boom of thunder sounded over them Blaine opened his eyes so he could see Kurt while he kissed him when the lightning was about to come - to his surprise Kurt was looking at him too, so they stayed like that; staring into each other's eyes during their heated waves of kisses and frantic fingers struggling to get the shirts open.

When they finally were through what seemed like an endless battle of buttons Blaine felt Kurt's naked skin against his own - his cold chest that was still as clammy as his own from their wet clothes, and his stiff nipples against his own.

Kurt started moving his hips, and their erections were rubbing against each other making Blaine extremely aware of himself, making him feel exposed and self-conscious.

But it didn't matter - because he was with Kurt.

"Let's… be naked," he whispered, surprising himself with the request, but not regretting it for a second.

Kurt bit softly down on Blaine's lower lip, and let his dick rub extra slow and hard against Blaine's causing a chill to run through his body. Kurt climbed down on the side of Blaine to start taking off Blaine's boxers carefully, before he let his own drop to the floor too.

Blaine couldn't wait anymore. He needed to feel Kurt against him again. The print his skin had left on his was burning hot, but he was afraid that it would fade away, and he didn't want that to happen for anything in the world. He hurried to his knees and pushed Kurt to lie down, head at the foot of the bed, before Blaine fast crawled to lie on top of him, with his fingers in Kurt's hair and the other hand letting his fingers run down the perfect skin of his cheek.

The feeling of Kurt being pressed completely naked against him was amazing, and he didn't know if his skin was damp from the rain they had just left or from the sweat breaking out everywhere.

He could feel Kurt's hands running down his triceps and down his ribs, to place his palms flat on the lower portion of his back so he could press him closer down between his legs that Kurt led up to caressingly brush against Blaine's thighs.

It all felt so incredibly real - he had never felt so alive, and he felt a fire burn in his stomach; like something inside him wanted to get out.

He couldn't stop himself from looking at Kurt as beautiful as he looked while lying there under him; sparkling eyes and flushed cheeks, every now and then completely illuminated by a bolt of lightning.

When Blaine had been younger he was terrified of thunderstorms. He would hide under his covers and try to keep out the noise with his pillows. Something that had lasted all the way into high school; but when he was lying there in Kurt's arms he felt safer than ever before. He found the mayhem of the raging weather beautiful and comforting.

Their breathing speeded up, and with every movement their bodies made the friction against their hard cocks pressed between them caused a twitch to run through Blaine.

Never in his life had he really thought about sex, it had been irrelevant to him because there had never been anyone in his life that he was interested in like that, but in this particular moment it felt so right, and natural that he just…

"Kurt. There's something I need to tell you," he panted and closed his eyes.

He didn't know if Kurt was even interested in sex, but he still felt that he owed him to tell him, no matter how awkward it might feel.

Kurt stopped his hands that had been moving up and down his back, and let his head drop to the mattress under him. His eyes were big and wet as he waited for Blaine to share what it was he needed to say.

"Kurt, I… I've never… been… with anyone. Not even a girl," he stuttered, feeling his lower lip quiver and nerves relocate to be on the surface of his skin instead of under it where they belonged.

Kurt's eyes flickered between Blaine's and it was impossible for him to guess what was going on inside his head.

Had Kurt been with a lot of boys, and just couldn't picture himself with someone who had no idea what he was doing? Or was he shocked that Blaine was so shallow to think about sex when they were sharing this beautiful moment?

"I'm a virgin too. No boys, no girls, no one. But it's irrelevant - because the only important thing right now; the only thing we need to hold on to - is each other," Kurt responded, and made Blaine's heart stop for a second only to race away again.

"But if you don't wanna do anything we can stay here. Like this. It's okay. I like feeling you close to me this way, " he whispered, and let his one hand down Blaine's arm. It was like he wanted to let him feel that he meant it, that he just needed to say the words and they would stop.

"When I said that I would wait for you forever this was included. I won't pressure you into it - you should be ready." Kurt craned his neck to place a soft kiss on his lips, making butterflies dance a wild lambada in his veins.

"I am ready. For you," Blaine heard himself whisper, and in that moment he knew that it was true, and all insecurity disappeared.

Kurt let his hand up to drag Blaine's face a little closer so he could let his lips almost meet Blaine's ear while his fingers caressed his neck.

"Good. Cause I'm ready for you too. I wanna feel you in me. I want us to be one," Kurt whispered, and his hot breath made Blaine feel like the thunderstorm was suddenly roaring inside of him instead of outside the window.

Blaine bent down to start kissing Kurt's neck right under his ear as he felt Kurt dig his nails into his skin.

"I… don't know… what to do," Blaine panted against his neck while he let his tongue play with Kurt's earlobe, causing Kurt to gasp abruptly.

It was suddenly very real to him that he knew nothing about how boys had sex with each other. Sure, straight sex was stuff everyone knew about - but he didn't have a clue about gay sex and it terrified him. Not only was he afraid that he would mess up in every thinkable way, he was also extremely aware that this was Kurt's first time too, and he wanted to make sure it didn't turn out to be a horribly uncomfortable memory to him.

After a few seconds Kurt raised to his elbows and Blaine quickly understood that he wanted to sit up.

Blaine sat up on his knees between Kurt's legs, and Kurt rushed to sit on his knees as well.

"Do you trust me?" he asked, a spark in his eyes that Blaine had never seen before. Was Kurt nervous?

"More than anyone in the world," Blaine spat out without even blinking.

A smile showed on Kurt's lips and the nervous spark disappeared. He moved closer, so close that their bodies were touching again.

"Then let me guide you through it," Kurt said as he let his lips back to Blaine's and his arms up around his neck. He started to make Blaine fall down to lean against the pillows in a sitting position, as Kurt let his hand down to grab around Blaine's knee making it rise, before he let their lips part. Blaine felt exposed from the position, but he was with Kurt so it didn't matter. He didn't have any secrets from Kurt, and he wanted to let Kurt see him fully.

Kurt let his hand to his mouth where he let two fingers in, and Blaine watched him move them around with closed eyes, the fire screaming in his stomach by the sight, and he was sure that Kurt knew it and purposely made him enjoy it.

Was he moaning silently or was it something Blaine imagined?

Kurt let his fingers slide out of his mouth, fingertips slightly brushing his lips, before he led them down between Blaine's legs. He could feel Kurt letting his fingers slide down his crack to find his hole, making every muscle in Blaine's body tense before Kurt slowly let a finger inside him, careful and soft, but still making Blaine gasp by the sudden feeling.

The deeper Kurt went in the more stiff his nipples grew and the harder he felt his dick go - to the point of exploding, he was sure.

Kurt bent down to kiss Blaine again, this time their tongues meeting instantly while he felt Kurt's finger slip and out of him while Kurt's hard cock brushed against the back of his naked thigh, smearing pre-come over his skin.

Blaine felt it hard to breath, unable to stop himself from breathing Kurt's name against his lips, before he was surprised by Kurt letting one more finger in, and he heard himself do a whimper more high pitched than he knew he was capable of.

The feeling wasn't like anything he had ever felt or imagined and he felt his hand slide down to firmly grab around Kurt's ass, realizing that the only thing that could stop this aggressive throbbing in his dick would be to feel himself inside Kurt.

"I wanna be in you. I wanna…" Blaine heaved before a moan took over from Kurt crooking his fingers inside him.

Kurt got what he was saying and made his fingers dig as deep into Blaine as he could, and Blaine could feel his knuckles bore into the flesh of his cheeks, before Kurt slowly pulled his fingers out again. Blaine's muscles tightened in desperation to feel him again, and a weak sigh streamed from his lips.

Kurt let his tongue retreat to his own mouth and let his lips massage softly against Blaine's before they moved together to let Kurt be the one to sit against the pillows and Blaine sit between his legs.

"I'm scared. Please… let me know if I do something wrong. Just… guide me to your body," Blaine begged, and Kurt nodded in assurance. He started letting his hand brush from Blaine's face down over his arm to grab his wrist and let his hand up so Kurt could let his tongue lick up Blaine's index and middle finger before he let them slide into his mouth, his eyes locked on Blaine's while doing so.

The feeling of Kurt's warm mouth and tongue sliding up and down and around his fingers while staring intensely into his eyes made Blaine wish that he would never stop. His tongue was so soft, and it was almost like he could feel it on his cock, making him have to bite his own tongue to not let out a heavy whimper.

Kurt let his tongue take one last trip between, and up, his fingers before he let them leave his mouth, warm and wet. He led Blaine's hand down between his legs, Kurt leading his fingers down his crack, making Blaine feel Kurt's hole against his fingertips.

Kurt started pressing on Blaine's finger to press it into his hole while he bit his lower lip, the sight making Blaine do an unwilling jerk of his hand causing his finger to abruptly go into Kurt to the knuckle, making a weak "Yes, Blaine -" escape Kurt's lips.

Blaine was still insecure, though, and he hoped that Kurt wouldn't let go of his hand. He needed Kurt to help him through it.

Blaine let his finger slowly slide in and out of Kurt's hole, the feeling warm and wet, as he let his free hand grab around Kurt's hip. He could feel Kurt's thumb assuringly brush his wrist, his index finger still at Blaine's middle finger to keep him inside, helping him move in and out, making him raise his speed.

Right as Blaine was starting to feel comfortable, feel that he was in control of the situation and that he was doing it right, Kurt moved his hand and started to press Blaine's index finger in next to the first, and Kurt whimpered and moaned with the fingers of his free hand boring down in the mattress under them.

Blaine continued at the same pace as before, watching Kurt's eyes drift open and closed, and biting the inside of his cheek. Blaine started feeling his way to difference speeding, and he couldn't stop think about how it would feel to have his dick inside Kurt.

He wanted to feel it so bad, and just the thought made sweat break out on his forehead and his breathing turn unsteady.

Out of nowhere Kurt let the tip of his own index finger slide into his hole next to Blaine's two fingers before he tightened his grip around Blaine's wrist and slowly moved his hand, Blaine feeling Kurt's hole tighten around his fingers as if to try and keep him in a little longer.

Blaine was heaving for air, but Kurt dragged him down to kiss him soft and slow, their lips moving lazily together.

"Where's the yellow tin box you always bring when you have dry lips?" Kurt asked, breathing heavily into Blaine's mouth, making Blaine almost cough from the next portion of oxygen trying to fight its way to his lungs.

"In the drawer in my nightstand. Why?" Blaine asked, confounded by the request.

Kurt closed his eyes and took a deep breath before he raised to support on his elbows, and stared Blaine in the eyes.

"Use it," Kurt whispered suggestively.

At first Blaine didn't really understand what he meant, until it suddenly hit him and he felt his skin stretch over his muscles. He chewed a little on the inside of his lower lip, glaring at Kurt; taking in how gorgeous he looked lying there - just for him.

Blaine shuffled a little, careful not to hurt Kurt as he stretched his hand to open the drawer and fumbled a little around until his fingers hit the cold box.

The little yellow box was cold in his hand as he picked it up and screwed the lid off. Kurt's glance was anticipating, and Blaine could hear his blood rush in his ears.

Kurt moved to sit up in front of Blaine and let their eyes meet.

"Are you ready?" Kurt asked earnestly, and Blaine knew that he wasn't talking about the situation but about the moment, what was to come and what it would mean - for him, for them.

He swallowed and nodded, Kurt's eyes a mix of blue and green with stars claiming his pulse and letting the thick clouds melt off his brain.

Kurt let his hands up to cup Blaine's face so he could kiss him - gentle and soft, like a marshmallow brushing lightly over his lips, before Kurt laid back down on the pillows, hand on Blaine's neck, dragging him down with him.

Blaine felt Kurt's hand on his, leading his fingers into the Vaseline. It was greasy and cold, and Blaine was willing to swear that his heart skipped a beat as he felt it on his skin.

Kurt's hand helped him smear it over his cock that felt harder than ever. He had never felt anything so freezing in his entire life, and he gasped by the feeling, but Kurt's soft fingers against his skin made him quickly return to the reality of the situation.

"I want you, Stardust," Kurt whispered through a slow kiss, and Blaine knew that this was it.

He took a firm grip around the root before he rested his forehead against Kurt's. He could feel the head of his dick press against Kurt's hole, while Kurt was struggling to keep his breathing even without much success.

Kurt spat out a weak groan when Blaine felt his head all inside of Kurt, scared that it might hurt him, but letting go of his cock to place his hands on each side of Kurt.

He moved his hips a little forward making Kurt groan again, Blaine too afraid to as much as breath too hard.

Out of nowhere he felt Kurt's one leg rise and let his heel rest on the lower of his back.

"Kiss me, stardust. Please, kiss me," Kurt begged, his voice hoarse and different than Blaine had ever heard him before - and Blaine obeyed.

He let his lips down to meet Kurt's, feeling that his tongue had gone dry, and his movements insecure.

Kurt dug his heel harder into Blaine's back, making Blaine's hips jerk and his cock go deeper into Kurt, causing Blaine to gasp into his mouth.

"Oh my god. Fuck, Blaine -" Kurt gasped high pitched. Blaine felt the words hit his tongue, tasted them, tasted how much it had to mean that Kurt liked it.

Kurt was warm around him and the feeling of being closer to him than anyone had ever been was sensational, but it hurt so much.

"God, you're so tight," Blaine burst out before he could stop himself.

Kurt was so tight around him that his cock was throbbing even more than he could ever have thought possible. It was so painful, and somehow it was comforting too - like a promise that this was only for him, that this was something Kurt had never shared with anyone before.

"I'm sorry," Kurt squeaked, his lips clasped against Blaine's cheek, spit cooling his skin, and his foot digging hard into the dimple on Blaine's back.

Blaine took a chance and thrust deeper in, feeling Kurt's dick smear pre-come over their abdomens, his as hard as Blaine's was inside him.

When he felt himself inside Kurt to the root he let out a high pant, knowing that they couldn't be too loud, but he didn't care. They could wake up his father, but right now all that mattered was that he was with Kurt - he was in Kurt, he was melting to be one with Kurt.

Blaine's supported on his one hand so he could let he other rush to grab Kurt's face firmly and kissed him aggressively, while Kurt let his palms onto his shoulder blades.

Blaine let his pelvis carefully thrust back and forth, feeling himself go in and out of Kurt, the tightening in one time unbearably aching and unbelievably amazing.

Kurt's breathing was out of control, and with every thrust he moaned deeply, and Blaine felt him let his calf up to rest against his ass, making each jerk of his cock go deeper.

"Shit, baby. It hurts so much - " Kurt whimpered, making Blaine freeze in the movement and let his lips move away from Kurt's.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'll stop. I'm sorry," he panicked, and started to sit up so he could pull himself out - but Kurt let his hands down to take a hard grip on his ass.

"No. Don't stop. I want you, I want more of you. Give me all you've got," Kurt pleaded, Blaine feeling his face go redder than it already was, because all he could think of was how goddamn sexy Kurt looked and sounded, and how much he loved him, and that he couldn't believe that he was lying there with him - naked. Having sex, making love.

He let himself slide slowly in and out of Kurt before their lips started moving faster, and he felt his heart pace race in his chest, making his movements follow the example and speed up.

The fire in his stomach was back, and the more Kurt scratched his nails into his ass, the faster and harder he thrust. The fire started running from his stomach to his balls, transforming to flaming lava spurting through his shaft, exploding from his head into Kurt with unwilling jerks, making him go so deep that it was aching, along with Kurt tightening around his root.

"Yes, Kurt. Oh yes," Blaine almost screamed into the pillow with his nose deep into Kurt's hair. He could hear Kurt moaning "Blaine - more," the sound of Kurt's sore voice expressing his name making chills run through him, along with Kurt's fingertips deep into the flesh of his cheeks, as Blaine felt himself slowly go limp in his hole that was still tightening more.

Blaine was sure that his heart was going to run itself dead, and he felt like his lungs had given up, even though he was heaving for oxygen into the pillow, his nose and mouth equally dry from panting.

He didn't know how long he laid like that, but suddenly soft lips were placing tender kisses on his shoulder, and fingers gently caressing his ass where there was bound to be bright red marks from Kurt's fingers and nails.

Blaine moved his head a little to kiss Kurt's ear, feeling Kurt's cock to do a little twitch against his stomach.

Kurt let his fingertips brush up against Blaine's naked back, his skin suddenly extremely sensitive, and Kurt's caress comforting and relaxing.

Blaine shifted to move a little up from Kurt, so he could have room to pull out of Kurt. He felt come slide slick down his crack and both of them sighed and groaned from the loss when the connection between them were broken.

Blaine started to move to lie down next to Kurt instead of on top of him, but Kurt stopped him to place an innocent peck, almost seeming out of place for what they had just done, before he let his hand slide caringly down his cheek with their eyes locked.

Blaine fell down on the mattress, his entire body exhausted and drained, his nerves shaking under his prickling skin, as he in one time felt completely empty, but still fuller than he ever had.

Then he realized that Kurt hadn't come, and it was like adrenaline took over his body. He shuffled to lie on his side, seeing Kurt smiling with closed eyes, still hard and exposed, almost as if he was waiting.

Blaine moved closer, so close that it was impossible for anything but sweat to be between them. He let his fingers run up Kurt's naked thigh, seeing a shiver run through him from the surprise of the touch, before Blaine brushed up the tender flesh of his balls, and up to close his hand around the shaft.

As he started swiping up and down Kurt shifted to lie on his side, staring Blaine intensely in the eyes.

Kurt craned his neck, exposing it, his Adam's apple taunting Blaine - so he let his tongue out to lick a wet trail all the way up.

Kurt's chest rose and fell as if he was hyperventilating, and Blaine couldn't stop staring at his lower lip slightly parted from his upper lip and quivering lightly, his heavy breath almost visible in the air between them.

The vein of his dick felt pounding against Blaine's palm, making him take a firmer, closer, grip.

He watched Kurt; observed every movement of each muscle in his face, every flicker of his eyelids trying to close before he forced them to open again, every bite in his lip and every twitch of his shoulders. His porcelain white skin was flushed, and somehow it made him look incredibly vulnerable.

"More, baby. More," Kurt whined as he bent his head down to regain the penetrating eye contact, and for a second Blaine thought that he saw a stellar nebula in his right iris.

He let his free arm dig in under Kurt and wrap around him to pull him closer. Kurt's face clashed into his collarbone, his teeth dug into Blaine's skin as he whimpered for more, and his nails scraped down Blaine's chest, feeling like he was about to tear off a nipple.

Blaine got more and more intimidated and let his fist pump harder, his thumb play with the pre-come over his frenulum.

Kurt was twisting in his arm and the sounds coming from his throat got weaker and more high pitched, making him sound so fragile that Blaine wondered if he was going to break if he kept going for too long.

Blaine let himself get caught in the moment, and found himself moaning into Kurt's hair, biting his ear and rubbing his crotch against his hip, while his hand squeezed around his shaft, letting his fingers feel up and down the vein, his tongue fantasizing about how it would feel to lick up it.

"So close, so close," Kurt wailed, a quick stream of thoughts taking flight through Blaine's head, making him release his arm around Kurt a little to move out so he could see his face.

Then it happened; Kurt's entire body flexed and his hips made a series of quick actions, and in no time Blaine felt his hand be covered in warm spurts, but he nearly didn't notice.

Blaine was watching Kurt - nearly going cross eyed before his eyelids shut, his lips lightly parted but pink, full and wet showing signs of where he had bit down the entire night. His cheeks were rosy like strawberries on milk, a peaceful, angelic expression swimming over him, as his nails squeezed hard like teeth into the skin on Blaine's chest, while he burst out in a whimper of "Blaine" and incoherent sounds.

Not only his cock, but Kurt's entire body turned limp in Blaine's embrace, and he let his sweaty forehead fall into the hollow spot between Blaine's shoulder and jaw. His fingers stretched out to let his hands lie flat against Blaine's skin, and he moved soundlessly closer to curl up against him, Blaine drying his hand in the bedspread before he let both of his arms wrap around Kurt, afraid that he actually would break him.

A soft kiss was placed on Blaine's neck, followed by a heavy exhale, as Kurt struggled to regain control of his breathing.

Blaine let his hands caress consoling up and down his back and arms, Kurt letting his naked foot in between Blaine's, their naked bodies completely clasped against each other in that position.

"You look so beautiful when you come," Blaine whispered out of nowhere, kissing Kurt's hair, and a wish to kiss him all over his body; and he knew that Kurt would let him, if it hadn't been that both of them were too exhausted to move.

"I told you that one day we would share hearts and be one -" Kurt said, his voice weak and tired, but happy and relaxed, his lips ghosting over Blaine's hypersensitive skin as he talked.

Blaine remembered that - the day they had sworn The Vow Of Silence, the first time they had been naked together; in the meditation room under the blankets, the whole world disappeared around them. Like now.

"Yeah. But you also said it would be under the stars -" Blaine recalled out loud.

"We were under the stars. You kissed me under the stars. Admitted your love for me under the stars - we became one then and there," Kurt whispered truthfully, and Blaine felt dumb that he had thought Kurt meant that they had been connected through sex.

Kurt let his arm around Blaine's waist and stretched his neck to kiss Blaine's chin over his head.

"It's not storming anymore," Kurt said hoarsely, Blaine only now realizing that he hadn't even noticed the thunder and lightning stopping and the storm dissolve into light rain tapping on the window glass.

"I didn't notice. I was… busy elsewhere," Blaine chuckled, not knowing why he was stupid enough to ruin a perfect moment like this with a joke.

"True. I'm glad you were -" Kurt whispered through a kiss on his neck.

"I've got an idea. We just need to be really quiet."

Blaine looked at Kurt in surprise. What in the world could he want them to do now? Blaine was so drained for energy and body fluids that he wasn't even sure he could move and his muscles were aching worse than ever.

Kurt sat slowly up, his movements telling Blaine that his body was in exactly the same state as his own was. He grabbed a blanket from the foot of the bed and draped it around Blaine, before he crawled under it himself.

"Come. Let's go shower," Kurt beamed lazily at him, his eyes shined brighter than Blaine would have thought to ever see anything shine.

The idea was completely reckless and stupid and…

…he hurried to sit up and let his arms drag Kurt closer, before he followed him to stand up, and they tiptoed giggling down the dark hall, their naked sweaty bodies gliding against each other.

As soon as they got into the bathroom they let the blanket drop to the floor and hurried into the shower together. The turned on the water to let it cold and soothing run down over their protesting limbs, and let their arms fold around each other so they could rest their heads on each other's shoulders.

"I looked at you. This morning. When you were in the shower," Kurt admitted through the water drumming at the porcelain under their feet.

"I like watching you. You're beautiful, and your body is flawless - your movements are like watching the waves strolling against the beach, and you're just…"

"I know that you did. At first it freaked me out that someone was there. Then after a while, when I remembered that it could only be you - I liked it," Blaine interrupted him, not really knowing why he hadn't admitted it to himself earlier, because it really was the honest-to-god truth.

"And I find you really, really sexy," Kurt whispered into his ear, before he let his fingers up to entwine in Blaine's wet curls, kissing his nose and resting his forehead against Blaine's while smiling against his face.

"I'm sorry about all these bruises and scratches I've given you. Your entire chest and ass is covered in them, even my teeth marks on your shoulder - you look terrible," Kurt apologized as he brushed carefully over the scratches on Blaine's chest.

"Don't be sorry. Would you judge me if I said that I think it was really hot? The swearing too -" Blaine chuckled embarrassed, thinking about the words Kurt had used that he had never heard him speak before, not sure if Kurt would find him twisted and perverted for being into it.

"Good. Cause I don't think I can stop. You're just… really good at what you're doing," Kurt admitted in a teasing tone, before he let his head fall back to Blaine's shoulder.

"Are you my boyfriend now?" Blaine asked, already knowing the answer, but craving to hear Kurt say it out loud.

"You're more than just that. You're my soul mate. You're my Stardust -" Kurt said, staring into Blaine's eyes like he wanted to say it a thousand times and yet a few more after that.

A grin covered Blaine's face, so wide that his cheeks almost hurt.

Kurt let his fingertips run down Blaine's torso tracing the scratch makes and the contours of his muscles, before he turned and stepped out of the shower leaving Blaine to watch him dance out, his silhouette graceful as a ballet dancer behind the shower curtain, before he stepped out directly into Kurt's open, toweled up arms.

"Can I… can I stay in your room tonight? If I make sure to be out before your dad wakes up?" Kurt asked, completely transformed, like he had turned into an insecure little boy.

"He's getting up really early, but he won't notice at all. I want you to stay with me tonight," Blaine assured him, pressing himself against Kurt under the towel they were sharing.

They hurried to dry up, before they tiptoed back to Blaine's room and pushed the soiled bedspread to the floor, so they could lie down under a single sheet to not get too warm during the night. They could feel the cold wind from the window Blaine had opened slightly stream in over them, cool and soothing, feeling like the only thing that had needed for everything to be perfect.

They laid on their sides, their faces so close that their noses nearly touched, and their fingers locked together between them, when it suddenly hit Blaine that he had no idea what the future held for Kurt. What if he was going to Washington? He couldn't let him do that - not now when they had only just started…

"Tomorrow when… when you're leaving - where are you going?" he asked, afraid to hear the answer. He couldn't stand the thought that he had only just got Kurt, really got him, and then he would leave him before they had even begun.

"I'm going to my dad's house. He doesn't know that I'm coming. But I know he'll take me in. I can't leave you to your dad alone, you would break under him." Kurt's thumb brushed lightly against Blaine's shoulder as he spoke, but all Blaine felt was that his heart grew a size as the heavy boulder on his chest crumpled down and disappeared.

"That's… I'm glad. I couldn't watch you leave me, now that I just got you back. Besides… you should make amends with your dad. I'm sure he misses you," Blaine crooned, doing his best to not sound too relieved - he was ashamed that he had even considered that Kurt could just leave him in Ohio after what they had just shared. They were soul mates, after all.

"He probably barely noticed that I was gone. He's been busy working and with standing by his wife while Finn is in 'Nam," Kurt replied, a tint of pain in his voice and Blaine felt that he could almost hear Kurt's heart breaking in his chest as he said it.

"Do you want me to go with you? Tomorrow, when you go home. So you don't have to face them the first time alone," Blaine offered, thinking that it was the least thing he could do, not knowing how else he would be able to help him, even though he didn't find it appropriate for some stranger to show up at people's doorstep with their runaway son returning at last.

"Thank you. You are - indescribable. But I think this is something I'll have to do alone. But please - come visit me," Kurt hurried out, his tone back to his usual dreamy silk.

"I would love that. As much as you want me to," Blaine burst out, happy that Kurt trusted him enough to invite him to his house, even though it sounded like he wasn't too happy about being home himself.

They stopped talking and instead just laid with their fingers locked together, and their eyes holding each other's gaze. The only thing to be heard was the quiet humming of rain against the window, even though Blaine could feel his heart throb so strong in his chest that he was sure that if the rain hadn't been there he would have been able to hear it.

"Shhh. Did you hear that?" Kurt suddenly whispered excited, like he had just experienced something he had waited for his entire life.

"What?" Blaine asked, raising his head a little from the pillow as if he could see what had made the sound Kurt was talking about, afraid that it might be his father in the hall, but Kurt pulled him back down on the pillow.

"No, silly. Be completely silent, and tell me what you hear -" Kurt whispered anxiously at him and closed his eyes.

"Nothing - just…" Blaine started to say after a moment without speaking, but Kurt hurried to stop him.

"Exactly! There is nothing to hear. It's the sound of silence. Isn't it beautiful?"

Kurt's voice was back to the dreamy, hazy tone that Blaine knew so well, and his eyes had grown huge, threatening to pop out of their sockets.

Blaine stayed still and listened to the rain and the wind in the trees outside, letting the cool wind cover his body in goose bumps.

Kurt yawned and moved closer to him, their naked skin allowing Blaine to feel every detail of Kurt's body against his own, and as Kurt snuggled in to lie with his nose buried in Blaine's damp hair he placed a kiss on his shoulder.

"I love you," Blaine whispered through the darkness, his eyes closed so he better could feel Kurt's presence, like Kurt had taught him a few months earlier. It felt so relieving that he was finally able to say it, and not hate himself for doing so - and know that Kurt felt the same way about him.

"I love you too. Let's sleep, Stardust," Kurt responded dozy, as he wrapped his arm around Blaine's chest.

Blaine was unsure as to what had woken him up, but it didn't take him long to realize that Kurt was shaking and clattering teeth, curled up so close into Blaine's arms that they might as well have grown together.

He looked desperately around himself to find a blanket or something to put over Kurt. Finally he saw the thick blanket they had wrapped themselves in when they had gone to the shower in the middle of the night. Only problem was that it was lying on the floor by the door.

Blaine let his arms carefully lift off Kurt, so he could twist his way out of the bed, when he remembered that they were still naked, which he saw as a great explanation to why Kurt was cold - yet he still didn't want them to put on clothes.

He hurried to close the window before he tiptoed soundlessly around the bed. When he was by the door Kurt sat up in the bed in panic, a shock running through Blaine. Kurt started looking frustrated around himself in the dark when he found Blaine froze in action.

"Blaine. Don't go. Don't leave me. Please, don't do it, Stardust -" Kurt whined, his voice sharp and heartbreaking through the silence covering them.

Blaine heard him sob and shook himself out of the freeze he had been caught in so he could hurry to the bed where he put the blanket around Kurt, his sobbing turning into hysterics.

The second Blaine put his arms around him, wrapping both of them in the blanket, Kurt put his arms around Blaine's waist and continued begging him not to leave.

"Shhh, take it easy, beautiful. Why would I ever leave you?" Blaine cooed with his arms around Kurt's shaking shoulders, rocking back and forth on the bed.

"You were there, but then I woke up, and you left. You left me," Kurt cried into his chest, his tears strolling down Blaine's naked skin, leaving wet, cold marks that sent chills through his torso.

As Blaine sat there with his arms around Kurt, consoling him, trying to calm him down, he started wondering what could have caused this.

He had once read that dreams are the subconscious working through the things people don't speak about when they're awake - was Kurt really afraid that Blaine would leave him? Had this happened before, or was it just because they had just got together? Really together. Or maybe it was because they had spent the night together, and he had still been half-asleep when he saw Blaine by the door.

He wanted to ask, but he didn't want to upset Kurt further, so he held him close and kept humming into his ear to comfort him. After some time Kurt fell silent and relaxed, and it was like he sank into Blaine's arms when it occurred to Blaine that he was back to sleep.

He shuffled over so they could lie down, sure that the blanket was tugged tightly around Kurt, feeling Kurt's body slowly go warmer while he let his fingers slowly run through his hair.

It was hard for Blaine to fall asleep again after that scene. He couldn't stop thinking about what might have caused this shocking reaction while he was still somewhat asleep, but he didn't understand in any way.