On Wednesday, Kurt walked into his Health and Wellness class, ready to sit through his teacher droning on and on about outdated nutritional recommendations. What he wasn’t expecting was to see Ms. Holliday standing at the front of the room holding a cucumber. Dear God he thought, please don’t let this be the sex class. Kurt sat in horror as Ms. Holliday talked about condoms and STDs he tried to block out what she was saying. He felt himself flush as she demonstrated on the cucumber exactly what you do with a condom. He knew that he needed at least some of the information, but also knew that she would not be answering the real questions he had. He also knew that asking his questions, would not only weird out his classmates, but might possibly get him beat up.

Relief washed over Kurt when the bell rang and he was free to leave. As he walked out the door, he felt Ms. Holliday’s eyes follow him. When he made it to Glee that afternoon, he was surprised to see Ms. Holliday was there alongside Mr. Shue, although she was now dressed in all leather. What surprised him even more was when Mr. Shue wrote SEXY in large red letters on the board. He knew this week was not going to be fun. He watched as Ms. Holliday began singing, not really knowing what to do at first. When Mercedes pulled him to his feet, he decided just to have a bit of fun, he danced around a bit, not as into it as the rest of the club, save Quinn who had renewed her celibacy pledge.

Blaine was sitting in a common room with Wes and David, they were working on a list of songs to perform at some of the local nursing homes and retirement centers. He was flipping through sheet music of some old standards, when David spoke up, “So, you never told us how the party went.”

Blaine laughed, “It was… great, Kurt got sick though, I had to take care of him most of the night.”

David’s eyes lit up with mischief, “I’m sure you took good care of him,” he chuckled.

Blaine blushed at the implication of David’s words, “Shut up, not like that. We haven’t…. and we haven’t even talked about that.” A moment of silence as Blaine’s face grew redder. David opened his mouth to speak but Blaine cut him off, “We are not talking about this. I am not talking about sex with you, it’s just… weird.”

Friday, Kurt was relieved to see Ms. Holliday leave the school, he liked her, but he also knew that the sex ed unit would now be over. He wanted to know how everything would work for him, but his brief google searches, embarrassed him. He couldn’t find discrete, educational sites to help him, they only led to porn. Kurt just couldn’t bring himself to watch that. Kurt got in his car to head home as Blaine was coming over. They hadn’t seen each other since Monday, and he missed his boyfriend terribly.

Blaine had just finished performing at a Nursing home, about thirty minutes outside of Lima. The old ladies had just gushed over the boys in their uniforms, with their clean cut appearance. Blaine couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought of what they would say if they knew he was meeting his boyfriend. Blaine was anxious to see Kurt, he just wanted to see his face and hold his hands. He also was excited for another Hummel family dinner, he liked the easy conversation and the warm feeling of family.
When he pulled up to Kurt’s house, Finn was just making his way inside. “Hey Blaine!” he called from the door.

“Hi, Finn. Is Kurt home yet?” He asked a shy smile growing on his face.

Finn smiled back, “He should be, he left Glee before I did.” They walked into the house together and Blaine made his way upstairs to Kurt’s room. As he approached he heard music blaring from inside, Blaine peeked in the door and saw Kurt dancing seductively to the music blasting from his sound system. Blaine stood in the doorway mesmerized by the way his boyfriend was moving, his hips swaying, his torso undulating. He was just so… sexy and he didn’t even know it.

“Blaine!” Kurt shrieked pulling Blaine out of his daze, Kurt’s dance halted.

“Sorry, Finn let me in.” Blaine said trying to control the heat rising to his face. “What are you doing?”

It was Kurt’s turn to blush, “I was just dancing, I really didn’t do much in glee this week and I wanted to have a little fun.”

Neither boy had moved from their position, both a little embarrassed. Kurt finally spoke again, “So how did your performance go?”

Blaine relaxed a little and went to sit on the edge of Kurt’s bed. “They loved us. You know the Warblers are a hit with the older crowds. The old ladies love us, we are so cute in our little jackets and so conservative.” Both boys laughed.

“Well, I like it when you are a little less put together.” Kurt said with a sly smile, “Not that I mind the uniform and gelled hair, but I like it when you are more… I don’t know… when you are just yourself.”

Kurt pulled Blaine to where he was standing right in front of him, then drew him into a long, slow kiss. When Blaine drew back he looked in Kurt’s stunning blue eyes and whispered, “I missed you.” Blaine pulled him into another kiss.

Soon their kisses were becoming heated, Blaine’s jacket was being discarded unceremoniously. Hands began to wander, neither boy wanting to lose contact with the other. Kisses began to wander down the other’s neck, and shirt buttons were being opened. Kurt’s hand had just tentatively brushed over Blaine’s nipple as he nibbled on Blaine’s neck, when he heard the gruff voice of his father, “Boys!”

Kurt’s head shot up to see his dad standing in the still open doorway. Burt’s face was a furious shade of red, though Kurt wasn’t sure if it was anger, embarrassment or both. Blaine had flown away from Kurt, a panicked look in his eyes. The three men stood in silence for what seemed like hours. Finally Burt spoke, “Downstairs, in the livingroom, now. I’ll be back in about fifteen minutes then we are having a chat.” He then walked out.

Kurt and Blaine stood staring at each other in horror for a moment, before they hastily buttoned up their shirts and wordlessly headed downstairs. They heard Mr. Hummel’s truck start and pull out of the driveway. In the livingroom, Finn sat with Puck playing a game.

“Sorry guys, Burt told us we had to keep an eye on you until he got back.” Finn said glancing at the two boys.

Puck raised his eyebrows and with a huge grin on his face asked, “So, what happened did he catch you doing it?”

Blaine and Kurt blushed as Blaine mumbled, “no,” but the other boys were not paying attention.

“Dude, shut up, that’s my little brother you’re talking about there.” Finn shouted.

Puck just laughed, “You just don’t like the thought of Kurt giving it up before Rachel.”

“Noah Puckerman, if you continue to talk about my sex life, you can leave the house!” Kurt told him stonily. The effect was lessened though, due to the blush still evident on his cheeks.

After about five more minutes had passed Finn spoke again, “Seriously, though Kurt if you and Blaine are going to go at it you need to remember when our parents are coming home. Time and place little brother.”

Kurt mumbled at him, “It’s not like we planned it Finn. We were only kissing really.”

Blaine hung his head, knowing that it was a little more than kissing. Finn and Puck just looked at Kurt, like they didn’t really believe what they were hearing.

When Burt returned, he ordered Puck and Finn to go upstairs, “And if I see so much as one hair on your heads before I call you, I will do the same to you two that I am doing to them.” He said pointing his finger at the embarrassed boys sitting on either side of the couch, seemingly afraid to touch.

Once the three were alone in the living room, Burt sat on the coffee table in front of the two young men. “We need to talk boys, now I was hoping I wouldn’t have to have this talk for a while. I think I have been deluding myself that I would never really have to have this conversation. Blaine I am going to assume that no one has ever had this talk with you, and since you are with my son, I feel like it is my duty to talk to you too.” Burt took a deep breath before continuing. “Now when two people love each other…”

Kurt stood up.”NO! No, nonononononononononoooo. We are not having this conversation. We are not having this conversation with my BOYFRIEND in the room. Please no, Dad I am begging you!”

“Kurt, sit down. I will try to make this quick and with the least amount of embarrassment as possible.” Burt said rubbing his head.

“Too late for that,” Kurt mumbled. The whole time Blaine had his head hung, his face beet red and trying as hard as he could to sink into the earth and disappear.

“Now I got you some pamphlets, I think I have some idea how it would work, but these should help you with the mechanics.” Kurt groaned. “What I really want to talk to you about, is sex, it’s a big step. Once you do it, you are going to want to keep doing it. I mean, it’s fun and it feels good. But the problem here is that it’s better if it means something. You have to know when you are ready, I can’t tell you boys when that is, but… It is important that you don’t just throw yourself around, and give yourself up to just anyone. You matter, when you have sex you are giving part of yourself to that person. So make sure that you are ready, and that you won’t regret it the next day. Because once you do it you can’t take it back.”

Both boys nodded, not meeting each other’s eyes. Burt spoke again, “Now I can’t really get onto you because you were following the rules, the door was open, but boys I ask that you respect my house.”

Both boys nodded not exactly sure what he meant by that.

“Now, Carole should be home soon, Kurt were you going to start dinner?” Mr. Hummel asked looking at his son.

“Sure, dad.” Kurt said.

“I love you, son.” Burt finally said bringing him into his arms. Kurt mumbled and I love you back into his ear, then hurried into the kitchen.

Blaine sat there for a minute, it wasn’t until Burt started to leave the room before he spoke, “Am I allowed to stay for supper or should I just go?”

Burt turned back to the defeated looking young man sitting on the couch. He moved back and sat on the coffee table once more. “Blaine, I’m not mad, or upset with you. Kurt is my baby boy, and I don’t want him to get hurt, or to do something he may regret later. I also worry about you,” he said looking Blaine right in the eye. “I know that you don’t have the most supportive family. I want to watch out for you too. I don’t want you to get hurt either. That’s not to say I wouldn’t come after you if you did something to deliberately hurt my son,” Burt chuckled, “If I was mad at you, you would have been out of my house before you knew what was happening. Okay?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Now, why don’t you go help Kurt in the kitchen?” Mr. Hummel smiled at him.

When Blaine entered the kitchen he found Kurt rushing around gathering ingredients. As Kurt turned and saw Blaine sit on the stool, he said, “I am so sorry about my dad, I have never been this embarrassed before.”

Blaine smiled at his flustered boyfriend, “It’s alright, he said he’s not mad, but I will admit, that was pretty embarrassing.” He paused for a minute, “So what are you cooking?”

That helped to steer the conversation away from sex, and the boys stumbled into a safer topic of conversation. Not long after their meal, Blaine and Kurt gave each other a very chaste goodbye.

Kurt wandered into his room and closed his door, he was about to open the top pamphlet in the stack his father had given him when he heard a knock at his door. He shoved the pamphlets under his pillow and invited his visitor in.

“Hey kiddo, everything okay?” Burt asked from the doorway.

“Aside from wanting to die from embarrassment, every things fine.” Kurt replied with a forced smile.

“I was just trying…”

Kurt cut his father off, “I know dad, and I appreciate that. It’s just… I know I need to know this stuff, and I’m glad you are helping, I just… why in front of Blaine?”

Burt sighed and sat on the end of Kurt’s bed, “I’m sorry, bud, I should have thought that that would be uncomfortable, but I know that his dad wouldn’t have talked to him. I just don’t want either of you to get hurt.”

Kurt nodded kind of understanding. “Thanks dad.” After bidding each other good night, Kurt turned once more to his pamphlets.

Blaine made it home, and curled on his bed, and tried to take in the information his pamphlets provided too.