"I do," Kurt smiled, looking slightly nervous.

"Baby," Blaine cooed, his eyes softening, "You know I'll never judge you for anything. I love you. Every last part of you, including your big mystery secret!"

Kurt visibly relaxed at Blaine's words. Taking a deep breath, he looked into his boyfriends eyes and let it all out.

"So you Blaine Anderson, are the love of my life, and because of that I feel as if I can tell you anything," Kurt began.

"You can," Blaine interjected.

Smiling softly Kurt continued.

"Thank you. So now I will tell you that although I wasn't really truly living until I met you, I was alive. I had a life before you and I did - well I did some things that I'm not all that proud of. One of them being that I went through a big straight freak out. That's right my dear, I the fabulously queer Kurt Hummel attempted to be straight."

Blaine smiled at his boyfriend. He felt so blessed that he and Kurt were comfortable enough with each other that they could confide in each other like this.

"I even kissed Brittany," Kurt told him.

Oh wow. Blaine just could not picture that.

Seeing that Blaine was about to question that little tidbit, Kurt held up his finger to signal for him to wait. Ever wanting to please, Blaine conceded.

"That I'm afraid, was not the most embarrassing part," Kurt said blushing.

Blaine arched his thick eyebrow at Kurt as if to say "go on".

"I had some money from working in the shop with my dad, on top of birthday money, and I told my dad I wanted one thing and one thing only. I think he felt so bad about everything that was going on in my life, so he agreed to pay half of the fees for me and- well…" Kurt trailed off.

"Kurt?" Blaine asked. He was dying to know what Kurt had gotten. He knew it wasn't a tattoo. He'd seen every inch of Kurt's naked body, and he was sure he'd notice something like that.

"It'd be easier if I just showed you," Kurt said, standing up and offering Blaine his hand.

Blaine was bewildered to say the least, but nothing could have prepared him for what he saw when Kurt pulled him out to the garage.

"This," Kurt said pulling off the dusty white sheet, "Is what I bought and learned to do."

Blaine was face to face with a jet black (with dark blue details) motorcycle. It was big, well big for a bike at least, and sleek. Blaine couldn't describe it if you asked him to. He wasn't really an automotive person. What he could tell you though, is that the image of Kurt speeding down the road on that bike with a leather jacket and skin tight pants was enough to knock the wind right out of him.

"I know it's stupid, but I really wanted to prove I was a man. I actually really love riding it, but I only do it late at night because it's so silly," Kurt explained in a quiet voice, mistaking Blaine's awes expression for disgust.

"It's not stupid," Blaine said immediately.

"It's not?"

"It's not stupid at all. It's actually really hot," Blaine said, his voice cracking slightly.

A shocked expression crossed Kurt's face briefly, quickly followed by a knowing smirk.

Blaine audibly gulped at the way that Kurt's usually bright blue eyes darkened.

"I could teach you to ride, if you wanted," Kurt all but purred as he slid over closer to the shorter boy.

"I uhm- well I mean- if you would want to-" Blaine stumbled over his words, blushing adorably. He didn't think he'd ever been this turned on in his life!

"C'mon baby," Kurt growled in his ear as he tapped him on the ass. Blaine was so in shock at Kurt's bold behavior; he let himself be dragged up and on to the bike without even noticing.

"Here," Kurt smiled as he placed Blaine's hands in the correct position, "We don't have to wear helmets because we're going very slowly around the block."

Blaine nodded slowly, and tried to repress a shudder as Kurt pressed himself along Blaine's back.

"Kurt," Blaine whined shifting back against the erection that was now digging into his lower back, "I can't- it's too dangerous for us to try and do this in our current state."

"Well," Kurt broke off in a moan as he snapped his hips a little harder, "I am home alone today. I could always teach you to ride later."

Blaine whined and grabbed his boyfriend back in towards the house.

"Wow," Kurt started breathlessly laughing, "If the bike gets you this riled up, I can't imagine what the leather jacket would do."

Blaine stopped and shoved Kurt hard up against the side of the house.

"Get it," Blaine growled.

"Oh I intend to," Kurt smirked as he slapped Blaine on the ass and then pushed his way into the house. Throwing one last flirty glance over his shoulder, Kurt disappeared into his home, leaving the door open behind him in invitation.

There was no doubt in Blaine's mind as he followed after Kurt eagerly, his boyfriend was all man.