When Blaine woke up the next morning Kurt was still asleep. He was snuggled up with his face against Blaine's neck, his breathing moistening Blaine's skin in hushed snores while his arm was curled strongly around Blaine's waist.

Blaine didn't want to move, because he was afraid to wake him up, and when Kurt moved his leg over to twist in between Blaine's it became impossible to move; so he waited while caressing up and down Kurt's back. The shirt he was still wearing was soft and loose, and it looked like it was trying to break free from Kurt's back.

"You're black everywhere, babe," Kurt mumbled, and Blaine opened his eyes to find Kurt looking down his torso. He traced a finger down Blaine's ribcage, showing that the words had been smeared almost unrecognizable, and a shadow of black made his chest look like he was bruised up, so Kurt looked up at him and grinned.

"Your face too," Kurt laughed, making the mattress vibrate under them.

"You're not exactly pure white yourself anymore," Blaine chuckled and folded both of his arms around Kurt as if to never let him go - and he really didn't want to.

Apparently both of their bodies were covered in charcoal bruises, their faces too, and it made Kurt look like a gorgeous boy-version of The Little Match Girl. As Kurt moved to lie next to Blaine he observed him, and came to the conclusion that he could easily be a new, beautiful comic book hero; white as snow, covered in ashes, fighting with fiery forces from his heart to save those in need.

He chuckled a little at his own ridiculous thought and closed his eyes to imagine it, when he abruptly felt Kurt's nose against his own.

"Now that we got all dirty together - do you wanna go get clean together as well?" Kurt whispered innocently, his eyes strongly showing that he really wanted Blaine to accept.

"Yes. Let's do that. But can we eat first? I'm starving."

Kurt hurried to eat. He ate so fast that when he was done Blaine was only halfway through his cereal and coffee.

"Hurry up. I'll go upstairs to make it ready for us," Kurt rushed.

Blaine kept eating with focus down in his bowl, but when he could hear that Kurt didn't leave he looked up to see what was going on.

Kurt had started to unbutton the shirt and let it drop to the floor. Blaine wasn't really sure what happened but Kurt was quickly over sitting on top of him, and grabbed the bowl to place it on the table that was now next to them as opposed to in front of them like it had been only a few seconds prior.

Blaine felt a chill run through him but he couldn't restrain himself anymore; his hands rushed to Kurt's back, and Kurt bent down to kiss him strongly. Kurt's breathing was heavy and Blaine could feel his heart pound in his chest. Their naked chests were pressed together, and Blaine couldn't stop thinking that it was like their hearts were beating together; in unison.

His hands moved down to the lower portion of Kurt's back, and he let his hands down his underwear to grab his ass, making Kurt jerk his hips forward, closer to Blaine's, now leaving no doubt that Kurt was extremely horny.

"You do know that we're in the kitchen, right? This aren't exactly kitchen-activities -" Blaine commented breathily, sucking on Kurt's lower lip, and his fingers teasing up his crack.

"I tried getting you in the shower, but you're impossible," Kurt mumbled and started kissing his neck, with his teeth nipping lightly, his lips more sucking on the tender skin and Blaine was positive he was going to leave a mark on his neck.

Blaine shook his head a little, fighting the stars dancing in front of his eyes when a sudden urge hit him. He wasn't all sure what he was doing, but he guessed that he somehow could make it work.

He moved his hands to Kurt's hips, and forcefully pushed him away, forcing him to stand up. He pushed him back against the dining table, making him lie down on his back, and Blaine watched the confusion on his face transform into a knowing grin.

Blaine bent down to kiss him while he started dragging off his boxers, letting them fall to the floor too, now revealing Kurt completely naked. Kurt kept bucking his hips upwards, his hard dick pressing against Blaine's abs, and Blaine could feel himself hard in his own underwear. But he had a different plan.

"Do it. Please," Kurt begged against his lips. His voice was close to desperate and the sound only made Blaine feel harder himself. So hard that for a second he considered taking off his own underwear as well, to at least not feel so trapped inside the pressuring fabric.

Blaine leaned down, knowing it would be a horribly awkward position, but he was determined.

He let his tongue trace up Kurt's shaft. The feeling of Kurt on his tongue was dry and warm, and when the tip of his tongue ran over his head it was even warmer but wet with pre-come tasting salty.

Kurt locked his feet around his neck, and as he let his lips slide down around Kurt's cock he could feel pre-come from his own head stench through his boxers. All of it was so damn hot, and the sound escaping from Kurt was loud and high pitched, crawling under his skin.

Blaine lost complete control of his brain and moved his head faster in a steady pace, his tongue tracing up and down, every now and then letting the tip dance over the slit of his head. Kurt's fingers tangled themselves into Blaine's hair, and his every moan kept going breathier than the former.

Blaine made his hand up and without over thinking it he made his middle finger dig into Kurt's hole.

"Fuck, Blaine -" Kurt moaned tenderly in surprise, his voice echoing through the kitchen and his fingers grabbing painfully hard around a handful of his dark hair.

Blaine kept going; letting his cheeks suck, and his teeth scrape lightly up Kurt's shaft, while his fingers kept sliding in and out; crooking and turning.

"Don't stop, Blaine. Don't stop now," Kurt begged groaningly and let his heels push into Blaine's spine. His abs were tensed and his back arching off the table, causing his dick to fuck the roof of Blaine's mouth hard.

Blaine nearly choked but drew a heavy breath through his nose, unwilling to let Kurt's cock leave his mouth just yet. It felt to good to have him on his tongue.

He strengthened his lips around the shaft, and let his ring finger venture into his hole next to the first. He let them as deep in as he could, pulling them out to quickly punch them deep back in, making Kurt thrust back into his mouth moaning hoarsely and grasping for air.

Blaine let his free hand grab around the root of Kurt's dick, feeling his hard balls against his fist and started swiping fast while letting his tongue play with only Kurt's head, and around the head, while letting his fingers crook and press against his prostate.

Kurt kept whimpering, his heels digging harder and his fingers restlessly running around Blaine's hair, down his face and awkwardly caressing his neck.

-and Blaine stopped.

He simultaneously let his mouth leave Kurt's cock, and his fingers leave his hole in one time. Kurt was panting and groaning on the table in front of him, and Blaine had to force his feet away so he could stand up.

He watched Kurt's lungs fight for oxygen, and a mix of pre-come and saliva smeared all over his still pounding erection as Kurt's legs grabbed around Blaine's waist and pulled him closer, making his upper body fall down on top of him.

He felt a twitch in Kurt's dick when it collided with his abs, and his stomach got quickly sticky; but what took his full attention was Kurt's face.

He looked in one time happy, and frustrated. His cheeks were flushed and his lips were wet and full - but his eyes were glistening.

"Why - why - why would you stop?" he asked, thrusting out the words - frustration clearly being the one in charge of the question.

"Let's go to the shower. I want you to fuck me," Blaine whispered and saw Kurt's face light up from the invitation. He stretched out his neck so his head could leave the table and he could reach up to kiss Blaine before he placed his hands on his chest to push him lightly away.

They tripped quickly upstairs towards the bathroom, only stopped one time by Kurt pressing Blaine against the wall to kiss him and let his hand teasingly down his boxers.

When they were finally in the shower the water was hot and relaxing making Blaine want it even more, and he was sure he could explode any second.

Kurt almost didn't make it under the water stream before he started kissing up Blaine's neck, dragging him closer with his hands firmly on his ass. He bent down a little and grabbed around the tendon of Blaine's knee to raise his leg.

"I can't do that, Kurt. I'm not as flexible as you," he heaved through under-water-kisses.

"Sure you can. I'm not fucking you from behind. I wanna see your eyes. Just trust me," Kurt stated assuring, and suddenly he had made Blaine up to fold his legs around Kurt's waist and he could feel Kurt's head pressing against his entrance.

Blaine had his back pressed up in a corner, the tiles cold but soothing on his boiling body.

"Just trust me, baby," Kurt whispered, his forehead leaned against Blaine's as he slowly started to let him slide down.

Fire was burning in Blaine's ass as Kurt carefully entered him. It was in one time painful and hot as hell.

Kurt moaned into his ear, his hands on Blaine's ass feeling strong and assuring; like a promise that it wouldn't keep on hurting, that he wouldn't let him fall, that he would take care of him no matter what happened.

The feeling of Kurt going all the way inside of him was completely different from when he was fingering him. It was like he could feel every detail of Kurt's dick - every shape, vein, everything. It still hurt, but he didn't want it to stop.

He groaned as Kurt pulled himself a little out and pushed back in. Kurt moved to rest his forehead back against Blaine's as he started thrusting slow and careful, using the slippery tiles to take off the weight so it was easier to move.

"Promise me - you'll stop me - if it hurts - too much," Kurt panted against his lips, and for a second Blaine was unsure why Kurt had ever let him do this to him, when Kurt let himself almost out, let their lips meet and thrust back in to hit a perfect spot sending electrical waves through Blaine's body and he accidentally bit down on Kurt's lower lip.

"Oh… yes," he whimpered into Kurt's mouth, feeling himself tighten harder than he thought possible, and he knew that Kurt could sense what he had done because he started speeding up, as he let his one hand support against the wall, making Blaine strengthen his arms around Kurt's neck.

"Don't stop," Blaine assured him, his voice unusually high pitched as he arched his neck from Kurt jerking into him a little harder, and he could feel Kurt smiling as he started kissing his exposed neck.

"Use your hand - for support - against the wall," Kurt instructed him, and Blaine wasn't sure why, but he let his one hand down next to Kurt's on the wall, doing his best to support for whatever was about to come.

Kurt let his hand slide from the wall to Blaine's shoulder, holding it down as he pressed himself hard into Blaine, so he went in all the way to the root, Blaine feeling his skin tightening all over his body.

After that Kurt let his hand down between them to close around Blaine's cock and started pounding his fist up and down, the sensation suddenly too much and Blaine started questioning whether he would be able to keep on supporting himself against the wall because his muscles were in a sensational place between tensed hard and feeling like mush.

It was like the fog that always clouded his brain when Kurt kissed him had spread to the rest of his body. Like Kurt had released some sort of fluid ecstasy through his mouth, ass and cock and now it was streaming directly through his veins and nervous system, making him in one time feel weak and exposed, yet strong and safe.

The adrenaline started feeling like lava, and he suspected that maybe it wasn't just the adrenaline. The faster Kurt moved his hand, the stronger he thrust into Blaine's hole the more he tightened and the stronger the fire in his stomach got.

"Don't come until I say. You can do it, honey. I know you can," Kurt said, letting his tongue find Blaine's, soft and welcoming.

How could I ever hold back right now? Blaine wondered panicking, but promised himself to try, to do his best to hold back, even though he could feel it threateningly close and his balls was sizing up and screaming at him to let go.

Kurt stopped his hand around Blaine's cock and let their lips clasp together. He kept thrusting into him, and Blaine could feel his hips banging against his ass. It was nearly impossible for him to not whimper into Kurt's mouth, and the more Kurt's head brushed against his prostate the more his balls pained to come; but he let himself deepen into the kiss, focusing on holding against the wall to not let both of them fall.

The hot water was pouring down over them, and Blaine could feel his curls sticking to his forehead, and sweat making his skin clammy against Kurt's body.

Kurt slowed down the speed of his hips until he had nearly stopped, and Blaine wondered what his plan was when Kurt let the kiss turn soft and tender, his tongue returning to his own mouth, and their lips moving gently against each other, when Kurt broke away to stare Blaine in the eyes.

"Are you ready?"

He didn't wait for Blaine's answer but kept his eyes piercing into Blaine's as he started jerking his hips faster and harder than ever into him while starting to swipe around his cock, his thumb tracing over the frenulum, up, down and around the head.

"Now!" Kurt heaved, his eyes not leaving Blaine's, not so much as blinking when Blaine felt the fire reacting, and as if on cue sending the lava like a canon ball from his stomach to his balls, through his shaft and spurting out over Kurt's hand, on his stomach and onto Kurt's stomach - Kurt simultaneously pounding into him with hot spurts from Kurt's cock running into his ass.

Blaine's first impulse was to squeeze his eyes shut, but then he remembered what Kurt had said "I wanna see your eyes" and he kept them open, penetrated by Kurt's blue as he whimpered out wishing for Kurt's lips against his and a need to clench Kurt into him.

Kurt thrust out weak whimpers and his pupils dilated. His eyes were all blue, no tint of neither green nor golden or brown, and his lower lip was full and quivering. Blaine could feel his legs shaking under them but he knew that Kurt wouldn't let them fall.

Blaine felt himself drained of energy from the orgasm, and had no idea how to ever get down from there, but before he could think any further Kurt grinned at him, a chuckle escaping his lips, and Blaine couldn't stop laughing with him.

Kurt carefully let his arms slide onto the lower of Blaine's back, and pressed his chest closer to Blaine's while kissing his cheek, even though he was fighting a strong battle to regain control of his oxygen take.

Blaine felt like a boulder was placed on his chest, and he could swear that he would never get to breath normal again, even though he was slowly starting to return to control, but black spots were forming before his eyes.

Kurt pushed him harder against the walls against his sides, and grabbed around his wrists so he could lead Blaine's hands to lock them around his neck. He placed his one hand against the wall and the other on Blaine's hip before he started pulling himself out of him.

The feeling of Kurt leaving his body was indescribable. It was like he could cry from knowing that they had been connected, but now Kurt was out of his body and they would return to being two people again. When his feet slowly went down to stand in the bottom of the tub under them he felt empty, like some vital organ had been removed from him.

He still couldn't unlock his hands from Kurt's neck, and it was like Kurt knew it and let his arms fold around him to drag him closer under the hot water still streaming down over them.

The water was so hot that he wasn't afraid to have sore muscles when they were done, but he had no doubt that he would need to be there for a longer time if he wanted to feel clean - and in some way he already felt cleaner than ever.

Kurt started running his fingertips softly up and down his back, and Blaine let his cheek fall to Kurt's shoulder. They stayed in that position for so long that he started to guess that they would dissolve and wash out into the drain, and he didn't mind as long as they were together.

"Goodmorning, Stardust," Kurt whispered into his hair, before kissing him behind the ear, and Blaine laughed. He had completely forgot that they had only just woken up and a short god-knows-how-long-ago had been in the kitchen having breakfast.

Kurt released his grip around him and grabbed for the shampoo that he started massaging into Blaine's hair, and Blaine smilingly did the same for him. They gently washed each other, having to scrub a little harder where the charcoal letters had left dark marks, and giggled every now and then, perfectly aware that their skin was overly sensitive and it wouldn't take much for them to hurt from a simple touch.

As soon as they were clean Blaine pulled Kurt closer to kiss him between the eyes.

"Best way to wake up ever. Only problem is that I'm exhausted, and I could easily sleep a little more now," Blaine chuckled and wiped Kurt's wet locks away from his temple.

"Then let's go take a nap," Kurt agreed and squeezed him closer before he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower to throw a towel at Blaine.

Once they were back in Blaine's room they hurried under the sheets and laid on their sides to lock their fingers between them while gazing into each other's eyes.

It was like fighting time and eventually Blaine knew he didn't have a choice.

"It's okay, honey. Let's just sleep. We have all the time in the world," Kurt whispered and squeezed his hand. He stretched up his free hand to close Blaine's eyes before he kissed his eyelids and shuffled closer to wrap his arm around him. Blaine decided that it was true so he might as well get a little more sleep.

When they woke up it was afternoon. They had been asleep for hours, and a wave of panic ran through Blaine before he remembered that his father wouldn't be home until late at night and he fell back on the pillow sighing relieved.

His ass was sore, and his muscles were aching, but he couldn't stop thinking that it was the best reminder he could have of their morning together, so he smiled widely, only even more when Kurt started grinning back at him.

"I came to think - I know that we can't really… go on a real date. So I got an idea. Because I wanna take you out," Kurt suddenly said, and Blaine had to think it over to make sure he had actually heard correct.

"Do you wanna go see a movie with me? I don't care what movie it is, but… that way we could go out in public like other couples do but still… you know, stay anonymous," Kurt suggested, his voice a little insecure.

"That is… that sounds like a really lovely idea, Kurt. Now?" He replied, a little baffled at the request, but eager to do it.

"Yeah. I mean - if you want to. It was just an idea," he started, but Blaine sat up, eyes still locked at his boyfriend.

"Let's do it. Come on. I mean - I guess we should get dressed first. I doubt that to question if we're a couple is the first thing they'll think about if we go there naked, but I guess we shouldn't be too drastic about it. Besides - I don't want anyone else to look at your naked body," he chuckled, and Kurt laughed back, nudging him with his foot, only making Blaine grab it and kiss it before he stood up.

They dressed in silence and picked up their jackets before they walked downstairs. Before they left they headed for the kitchen to get some water, when Blaine remembered the state they had left it in earlier - because now it was as clean as always, and Kurt's clothes weren't on the floor.

Blaine looked to Kurt in panic, and he could see that Kurt was thinking the same.

"You need to be more careful, boys. Your dad might not be around much, but if you don't keep up your precautions then he will find out, and it ain't gonna be pretty."

The maid had entered the kitchen, and Blaine felt his face go red faster than he could think to be healthy.

It was true. They had been way too sloppy to think that they could just leave Kurt's clothes spread all over the floor, and evidence of sex on the table before running to the bathroom to continue having sex, and then just go to sleep instead of cleaning after them.

"Yeah. We… it got a little out of hand. Thank you for… saving us. Again," Kurt thanked her, evidently aware that Blaine wasn't in a state of talking at the moment.

"It's lovely to see two young boys so in love but we all know what will happen if this gets out. You need to think a little more with your brains instead of just with your hearts." She sent them a sharp look, and nodded with pursed lips. Kurt smiled at her and thanked her one more time before he grabbed Blaine's hand and led him to the hall.

They put on their coats and shoes in silence before they left the house. When they got down the driveway Blaine stopped to say something, but he caught himself and continued to walk towards the sidewalk outside the grounds of the Anderson residence.

"What, Blaine?" Kurt asked in a flat voice, no question that he knew what was rolling around in Blaine's head.

"Just tell me - I don't wanna go out when you're feeling like this," Kurt exclaimed and stopped to grab around Blaine's wrist. He dragged him behind a big tree at the corner of the front lawn to shield their conversation from anyone that could pass by.

"She's right, okay? It's too risky that we do stuff like that. It was… it was truly amazing. I have never in my life experienced anything like that, and I wanna do it over and over again. You're so… damn sexy, and you make me feel like… I've never felt before. Ever," he was trailing off, and images from their wild morning were flashing through his mind, his muscles still sore as the biggest and most vivid reminder - but he had to get back to the important part.

"- but we can't. We just can't." He searched Kurt's eyes to grasp a reaction, to comprehend what was going on in his head, behind his eyes, but not a single thing could he find.

"It's cool. We're just… friends. Now," Kurt replied, his voice a little light, but his face indifferent.

He moved around Blaine and started walking down the sidewalk. Blaine was unsure how to feel about that reaction, or how to act on it himself so he just stared at Kurt walking towards town.

"What does that mean? Friends?" Blaine asked, hoping it didn't mean what he was fearing it meant, but doubting strongly that it even could.

"Aren't you coming? We won't be able to catch that movie if you just stand there glaring at me," Kurt called for him, and he drew a heavy breath wishing that some day he would be able to truly know Kurt and why he did the things he did. He followed him down the sidewalk and quickly was by his side, proceeding their way towards the movie theater with the conversation still echoing in his head.

They hadn't said a word to each other since they left Blaine's driveway, and now they were sitting in the corner of an almost empty movie theater.

Blaine hadn't kept up with the movie at all. In fact, he didn't even have the slightest idea what it was even called. The darkness they had meant to be welcoming and liberating now felt pressuring and hovering.

He kept stealing glances at Kurt out of the corner of his eye, but his eyes were directed sharply towards the screen. He wanted to make sure that Kurt understood that this was in no way because he didn't want them to have spontaneous and crazy moments, but a precaution to avoid him getting killed or send away.

He couldn't figure out if Kurt was mad at him, but he had been sitting leaning against the wall away from Blaine with his hands securely folded in his lap during the entire movie.

Blaine looked at him again, only this time not so subtle, and he decided that he didn't want this ruined.

He leaned across Kurt's seat to grab around his arm. Kurt stared at him in confusion as Blaine soft, but firmly, pulled him closer. As soon as Kurt was sitting next to him rather than as far away from his as possible, Blaine moved to his ear and whispered:

"I love you. Only you. Always you. I don't want us to be 'just friends' please understand that."

-before he gently put his lips against Kurt's. It was soft and innocent, but it was there. He had just told his boyfriend that he loved him and then kissed him in a room with other people present. Sure, it was dark and everyone in the room had their focus elsewhere, but he had actually done it, although his heart was racing and he kept his eyes open to make sure no one was watching.

As their lips were locked in a lazy movement, as if they were afraid they would get caught if they let too much passion into the kiss, Kurt found Blaine's hand and let his fingers slide in between his.

"You kissed me. With other people in the room -" Kurt whispered, not confused, but surprised and impressed - proud.

"I don't want our date ruined," Blaine smiled at him through the darkness.

"I love you too. To the moon and back again. You're my best friend - but you're so much more to me than that," Kurt whispered and squeezed his hand.

They finished the movie with their hands together. Every now and then Kurt would lift up their hands to kiss Blaine's and Blaine would lean in to kiss Kurt's jaw line, still no clue about what the movie was, but it didn't really matter. They were on a date. A real date.

The second the movie ended they knew they had to let go of each other so they did. A little sad in doing so. They hurried out of the theater and back through the cold streets, their hands back together as soon as they were inside the Anderson house.

"I have to pack my things and go home, Stardust," Kurt apologized as they entered Blaine's room.

He took off his jacket with a sad and defeated look, but grabbed the drawing from the nightstand. He put it on the wall next to the drawing of the guitar and smiled victoriously at his artwork placed strategically correct for Blaine to see them from his bed.

Blaine walked over behind him to put his arms around his waist and his chin on his shoulder. He watched the drawings a little while, taking in the motives and yet again getting fascinated by the perfection of the lines and the smooth mix of hard and soft.

"You don't have to leave, darling -" Blaine muttered, not quite sure what exactly it was that he was saying. Apparently Kurt didn't catch it either, because he turned to face him, his eyes as big and sad as ever.

"You know that won't go. Your dad is coming home tonight," he reminded me, completely unnecessary. Blaine had definitely not forgotten that his dad was coming home.

"Listen - he's not coming home until very late. I'll just leave a note that I went to bed early and in the morning we'll wait doing anything until he's left for work. Which should be easy enough as he leaves around 5." Blaine was beaming. He surely found his own plan to be great - Kurt didn't look as thrilled, though.

"What about my dad then?" his eyes flickered between Blaine's and his mouth was frowning.

"Don't you think you can convince him?" Blaine asked, feeling his smile stiffen and his mood drop from Kurt's resistance. He hadn't considered Kurt's dad to even be a possibility of a problem. He was so open and supportive about them that Blaine couldn't see why he should be against it.

"I… I'll call and talk to him!" Blaine burst out without the slightest idea of what he was doing.

Why would I say that? How could I ever in a million years do that? He suddenly felt very hot, and thought that he should be kicking himself for the reckless suggestion.

"You? You wanna call my dad? You're deadly scared of my dad, baby -" Kurt giggled with a sympathetic look on his face.

"I am not deadl… okay, maybe I'm a little scared of your dad - but I just want you to stay. If that means I have to risk getting my head ripped off by your militant brother and super intimidating dad; then that is what I'm willing to do. To be with you."

Kurt tried to suppress his giggles, but eventually he couldn't and ended up laughing so hard that he slid down the wall to the floor under him. He held his stomach and let his head fall against the wall behind him, pressing his palm against his mouth to hold it in as good as possible.

Blaine didn't say a word. He watched him and waited for him to laugh out, observing the happiness radiate out of him. When he finally finished Blaine was chuckling himself, but offered him a hand to help him up.

"You are so immensely ridiculous. But let's go then. Let's hear what you have to offer my dad in exchange for my company -" Kurt giggled and led Blaine out of the bedroom and to the phone in the hall.

Kurt dialed the number, and Blaine felt his heart fly to his throat. The phone was ringing and with every beep at the end of the receiver his heart threatened to explode.

It was Carole who answered at the Hummel-Hudson house. Blaine considered for a second to simply ask her for permission to let Kurt stay, but stammered his way to ask for her husband instead. The waiting was unbearable and he turned his back on Kurt to lean his forehead against the wall - and the phone was picked up.

"Hi. Sir. It's… Blaine here," he stuttered, turning his words over and over in his head.

"Is everything okay? Is Kurt okay?" Burt asked form the other end.

"Yeah, he's fine. More than fine actually. It was… sort of why I'm calling. I - wanted to ask you something. Sir."

Blaine squeezed his eyes hard and felt Kurt sit down on the floor next to the table. Darkness was filling the hall, and Blaine was glad that they hadn't thought to turn on the light. He had no doubt that it could very possibly have made the conversation even harder.

"God, you're not gonna ask me to let you get married in some other country or something are ya?" Burt exclaimed and Blaine could almost hear him roll his eyes. What kind of proposition was that?

"No. God no. Don't worry. I just wanted to ask if… if maybe he could stay a night more?" Blaine started banging his head lightly against the wall. This was not the way he had planned for this conversation to go.

"Come on, kids. I appreciate the consideration, but he's 18. You don't have to ask. I - trust you," he said, chuckling a little, making Blaine wish that he could disappear.

"Listen Blaine - you're a good kid, and I like you. You don't strike me as trouble, so I have faith in you taking careof my kid," Burt explained and Blaine knew that this wasn't his time to speak. He wasn't done talking.

"Tell Kurt he doesn't have to ask whenever he stays over, but I am happy that you did, and as long as he just let me know when he stays away it's all cool. I just don't want another episode with him running off and staying away for months without letting me know if he's okay. But I would be happy if you would consider spending some time here too. I wanna get to know you," he said, and Blaine felt his heart drop in relief. He turned to face Kurt who was looking up at him from the darkness on the floor.

"Thank you. I - I will pass that on," Blaine assured him, and they bid each other goodnight and hung up.

Kurt jumped up, like he head been waiting for the right moment - which he probably had. He tripped on tiptoes next to Blaine, eager for what news he had for him.

"He thought I would ask him to let you marry me." He thought he might as well drag it out a bit now that he had so willingly gone through this horror.

Kurt was staring at him like he didn't know whether to laugh, or even believe it.

Blaine told him about the rest of the conversation, and Kurt exhaled heavily when he finished and bit his lower lip. He seemed just as relieved as Blaine had felt himself, and they agreed that they would spend more time at Kurt's place in the future.

The rest of the night they ate and listened to music. Kurt drew more pictures, while Blaine was reading - or tried reading, because his eyes kept flickering to Kurt's hands instead of the pages in the book.

In the end he pushed away the book and let himself fall into fully observe Kurt drawing. The way he crossed the lines over the paper and dropped the pencil to use his fingers to smear the black around and create different shades and patterns was beyond Blaine's mind. To end it all Kurt placed his palm flat on the paper and let it drag over the picture making the leaves and trees look like they were caught in a storm.

Kurt crawled on his knees over the mattress and placed a hand on each side of Blaine's face, and Blaine knew that he had a black handprint on his cheek.

"Wanna look at stars with me?" Kurt asked eagerly, and Blaine was a bit slow because the touch of Kurt's hands were burning into his skin.

"Yeah. Sure. But apparently I have to go wash my face now," Blaine replied and made a movement like he was going to bite Kurt's hand, but instead he nipped at his wrist.

They walked to the bathroom together, and Kurt washed hands before he pushed Blaine to sit on the toilet so he could wash his face as well. Blaine kept staring at his facial expressions, and the feeling of his fingers gently washing his face made him feel like he was 5 years old again.

When they returned to Blaine's bedroom they stripped off their clothes and Kurt turned off all lights before they slipped under the covers lying on the broad side of the bed instead of the long as usual so they could see the stars outside the window.

Kurt folded his hands so he could rest his chin on them while leaning his head against Blaine's. The sky was completely free of clouds and the stars were shining extremely bright.

"Look at that. It's Cassiopeia. That was my mom's favorite -" Kurt said and pointed at a group of stars right above some branches from the tree that always crashed against the window when it was storming.

"It's beautiful," Blaine said thickly, more watching Kurt's starry eyes than the starry sky.

"Kurt. Tell me about your mom -" he asked and rolled to his side to get a better look at him. Kurt's face turned sad and his eyes stayed locked on the constellation.

"There's nothing to tell. She was beautiful and extraordinary. That's all," he responded, reluctant and distant, but Blaine wasn't planning on giving up this time. He always did his best to talk his way out of it, but this time it was his turn to tell.

"It's not fair, you know. I've told you so much, but what do I really know about you. And the… suicide-thing. You never explained that to me. How can I know that I shouldn't walk around being afraid that one day your dad will call me up and say that -" He trailed off searching for a way to say what he was thinking without uttering the actual words, but Kurt hasted to cut him off.

"What is it you want to know about me, Blaine? There's nothing to tell you. I'm really not that fascinating. I'm actually quite boring," Kurt snapped and turned his head to look at anything but his boyfriend. Blaine moved over to fold his arm around him, and mush his nose into his hair.

"That is not true. You're the single most interesting kid in all of Ohio. In the entire world - and I wanna know everything about you. I know how much you love your mom, and I just wanna know about her because I know she makes you happy - and I wanna know everything about you so I know how I can make you happy," Blaine tried explaining, but Kurt still didn't look at him. He didn't even react.

"When you said that… when you told me about your school, and the suicide… thing… I got really scared. And sad. And… it's not that long ago that you were in high school. I don't want you to ever feel like you have to make that decision again, but I don't know what happened. So I don't know what to do to prevent it, and if you don't talk to me… I just wanna get to know you, that's all."

He sighed and let his head drop to the mattress. Maybe it was just for the best that he gave it up. There was no point in pressuring Kurt to tell him stuff that he didn't want to share.

"She always smelled like… summer rain. When I was 12 I found one of her old perfumes, and it smelled so much like her that I cried for an hour. After that I started carrying the bottle around with me everywhere I went, but when I got older I started wearing it. Because I was afraid that I would forget how she smelled, and I know that if I forget that I will forget her. I still use it to this day, and every time I put it on I'm afraid I'll start crying, because that is all I have left of her."

Blaine stared at the back of his head in disbelief. Had Kurt just told him something private? Something he hadn't told anyone before?

"She took me to the forest and showed me the details of the leaves, the animals and the tree trunks, and taught me how to reflect it into a drawing. She led my hand the way I led yours the other day. She was the best artist I have ever seen."

He silenced, and Blaine wanted to ask him to turn around. He didn't know if he was crying, but he didn't want to ask. Blaine was afraid that if he started asking questions, or simply said anything at all, Kurt would stop telling, and he might never have the chance again.

"She had this yellow dress that she loved so much. She looked so beautiful in it, and she always wore it. I remember one day when I was 4; she and my dad had taken me to the park, and I dropped a bowl of strawberries on her dress. I was sure she would freak out. It was ruined, and I started crying - but even though I was the one who had ruined her dress she took me up and started comforting me. The stains never disappeared completely, but she still kept wearing it. She said that the stains reminded her of me. I remember she wore it on my first day of school."

Kurt turned his head and looked at Blaine. He wasn't crying. Not so much as a tear was on his cheeks or in his eyes. His eyes were occupied by stars and he was smiling reminiscent. He moved his arm so he could let his fingers play with a fold in the sheet under them.

"She loved music just as much as you do. She was a singer, and she sang to me whenever I was upset or felt lonely - actually she sang to me all the time, because she knew how much I loved it. But I never really felt lonely until she died. Even though I didn't have any friends I had her, and that was worth so much more than anything I could ever wish for. I wish so much that you could have met her - that you could have… sung together."

Blaine's mouth had turned dry. He knew instinctively that this was things Kurt had never talked to anyone about before, and yet he had just laid it all out for Blaine.

"I was 15. It was before my dad met Carole, and Finn and Puck was… they were these guys in my school. The jocks I didn't associate with. It was pretty standard for me to get cruel remarks and get pushed into a locker when I walked down the hall. But one day this guy… the hall was deserted, because it was late and people were either at class or had gone home, and I had just left my stuff in my locker for the weekend, and I was on my way home when… this big guy from the hockey team - he pushed me into a supply-closet."

Kurt closed his eyes, and his fingers stopped moving. A tear escaped one of his closed eyes and made a stain as it hit the white sheet between his fingers. Blaine wanted to reach out and comfort him and tell him that it was okay.

But he knew that it wasn't okay, and he was shocked and paralyzed. He had no idea what was about to happen next in the story, but the ice in his guts told him that he wasn't going to like it. It was like reading a horror story - he was afraid to hear the end, but he just had to know what happened.

"He closed the door, and it was dark and… he kissed me. Forced his tongue into my mouth, and pressed me against the shelves and… he started touching me. Under my shirt, down my pants. I wanted to scream, but I was so scared. This guy always bullied me. He was the worst. I couldn't move. But I… he stopped when he heard the bell. He ran into the hall before anyone else could, and I was in there alone."

His voice had started to shake, and it chilled down Blaine's spine. It was painful to listen to and he needed it badly to be a lie, a bad dream, to think that anyone could ever have done anything like that to Kurt.

"I went home and I… slit my wrists. It was all too much. I felt so lonely, and I had no one to turn to, and I wasn't even sure what it all meant - I just wanted the humiliation and fear to go away. But my dad came and… he took me to the hospital. The doctor was a friend of my dad's and he promised 100% discretion, so no one would ever know. Finn and Puck doesn't even know. I don't think my dad ever told Carole. No one but me and my dad."

He sniffed and finally looked up at Blaine who could feel that he had turned pale from the shock.

"I felt so dirty and humiliated -" Kurt sobbed and Blaine put his arm around him to drag him closer.

He wished that he had never forced him to talk about it. Wished that he hadn't forced him to think about it. Wished that it had never happened.

What was he going to do now? There was nothing he could say or do to take this away. He couldn't make Kurt feel any better in any way. It was pointless to hold him and whisper consoling words in his ear because it wouldn't undo this atrocity someone had done to him.

Blaine searched his brain, desperate in an attempt to find something to say; but there was nothing. Whatever popped into his head seemed childish and insensitive. So instead he clenched him to his chest, and let Kurt's tears stroll down his naked skin and his sobs disappear under the covers he had hidden his face under.

"I am so sorry, baby. I shouldn't have made you talk about it. I wish I could take it away from you," Blaine mumbled into his hair, both of his arms locked safely around him, rocking back and forth on the mattress.

It felt like his tears and sobs would never end, but after what seemed like an eternity of soothing sounds and Blaine consoling stroking his hand up and down Kurt's back it was like Kurt was too exhausted to continue. His tensed muscles relaxed in Blaine's arms, and his rasp voice stopped - all that came from his lips was his breathing a little harder than usual, moistening Blaine's chest and the fabric covering them.

He bent down and kissed Kurt's hair, but Kurt sat up in the bed. He sniffed and rubbed his eyes. He looked down on Blaine and brushed his hair away from his eyes, and Blaine sat up next to him. Kurt held out his wrists, and the pale moonlight made the scars look silver and like a sick abomination under his skin, and Blaine wondered how he could ever have missed seeing them there.

"There - now you know. I told you there wasn't anything to talk about. It looks horrible, and I am just lucky it's not too visible. There you have all of the dirt on my dark, mysterious past. Happy now?" Kurt sniffed. It wasn't an angry tone, Blaine knew that he was only trying to distance himself from the story he had just told him, but it was still sharp in his ears that Kurt could even consider to ask if that made him happy.

"Of course I'm not happy. How can you say that? Some psychopath scarred you for life - and no, I don't mean these," Blaine snapped and nudged at Kurt's one arm.

He got an idea. He jumped off the bed and walked to Kurt's bag in the corner where he got out a pencil. He returned to the bed where he sat next to Kurt and grabbed his right arm - and drew a peace symbol on the scar. Then he grabbed his left wrist and drew a heart on the scar.

"These scars - don't ever let them define you. This -" he let his finger trace over the peace symbol and the heart.

"This is what defines you. Your heart and the peace inside of you." He squeezed his hands around Kurt's wrists, and looked to his eyes. The drying tears were shining in the moonlight like tiny crystals on his skin, and it took Blaine a lot of strength to not lean in to kiss them away.

"I wish I could do something to take away what happened to you. If I hadn't been so tiny I would kill the bastard. But you taught me that it's not the way to do things. I'd much rather spend my energy on being here with you - and showing you that I will never ever let anyone hurt you ever again."

Kurt twisted his arms out of Blaine's grip and placed his hands softly to cup Blaine's face, his eyes nearly completely green tonight.

He didn't say anything, he just looked at Blaine's face - and smiled.

"You are so incredibly extraordinary- Magnificent. I stand by what I have said all along - you are love."

Kurt's hands slid down over Blaine's shoulders and found his hands between them.

"My mom's name was Elizabeth. She and my dad got married in the summertime. She loved the nature, and music, and art in all forms. Her favorite flower were lilies. She had a special bond with nature…"

Kurt's thumbs were tracing patterns over the lines of Blaine's palms as he spoke, and it didn't seem like he was planning on ending anytime soon, so Blaine let him continue and listened.

"Every winter she would take me out when the first snow started falling. If I was in school she would come pick me up, if it was in the middle of the night she would wake me up and put on my coat over my pajamas. Then she would take me to the forest so we could feel the first snow falling. She could sense it in some way - I don't know if she could smell it, or feel it; but somehow she always knew right before it started snowing."

He looked up and smiled at Blaine.

"She really does sound incredible. I'm sure she would remind me very much of you. She does in everything you tell about her. If anyone here is a Moonchild it's you -" Blaine smiled at him, eyeing a chance to get his mood a little up.

"Can we sleep? I don't have anything close to energy left," Kurt groaned through a sudden yawn. Blaine chuckled and lifted their hands to kiss both of Kurt's wrists, before he started to move to lie down, but Kurt stopped him.

"Can we lie at the foot of the bed tonight? I wanna see the stars when I fall asleep," Kurt asked insecure; like he was uncertain if he was allowed to make such a request.

"Of course we can. We can lie anywhere you want. As long as it's not outside, cause that would be freezing," Blaine assured him and threw the pillows to the other end of the bed.

They switched sides so Kurt would have a better view of the sky, while Blaine folded his arm around him from behind, with Kurt's left hand twisted into Blaine's and his right hand locked around Blaine's wrist.

It didn't take long until Blaine was on his way to falling asleep, and he was sure that Kurt was sleeping as well, so he was surprised when Kurt suddenly whispered from his own side.

"You don't have to worry. I could never think about leaving this life again. I have you now; nothing could make me want to leave you."

"Good. If you did I would have to follow," Blaine whispered and kissed his neck. Kurt shuffled closer and moved to lie on his side so he could observe the stars but Blaine could move to rest his head on his shoulder. It only took a minute from Blaine had adjusted himself and until Kurt was asleep - he could hear it in his breathing.