“Mmm. Kurt.” Blaine’s eyes remained shut but he leaned forward when Kurt pulled away, puckering his lips as if asking for another kiss. Kurt happily agreed; his stomach, however, didn’t. “Y’hungry?” Blaine buried his face deep into Kurt’s chest and rolled over on top of him.

“Ooomf. Blaine.”

“M’comfy.”

Kurt laughed and began rubbing his back. “I know you are, but I don’t want to waste our entire night together sleeping.” As if on cue, Kurt’s stomach began to rumble beneath Blaine. “And I think we should try to eat something pretty soon.”

Blaine still had no intention of moving away from Kurt or even opening his eyes. “Wanna order pizza?”

Kurt sighed, not usually one for all of the grease and calories that came along with just a single slice of pizza, but agreed anyway. “Pepperoni okay with you?”I can handle one piece. I’ll just go for a run tomorrow and take extra care during my skin regimen tonight, he told himself.

“S’great.” Blaine raised himself up and opened his eyes, his hazel meeting Kurt’s own blue, and smiled sweetly. “I’ll order it in a minute. Would you like to take a shower? You’ll probably feel better.”

“That’d be great.” He had actually been thinking about how nice a shower would be but wasn’t sure what to do about his current situation. He didn’t want to make things awkward by asking to shower, but he wanted to be clean and look his best for his boyfriend.

“You can have my bathroom. I’ll use my dads’.” Blaine got up and walked into the hall, returning a minute later with two towels. “I assume you brought clothes and shampoo, but if not, there’s soap and stuff in the shower and you can help yourself to whatever’s in my closet.”

“Thanks.” Kurt took the towel from Blaine and leaned in for a quick kiss before Blaine disappeared into the hall again. Kurt was used to the bathroom that joined Rachel and Blaine’s rooms. The joint bathroom had led to many near-embarrassing experiences over the years; one of them would forget to lock the other door and almost get walked in on or they’d get ready together in the morning and make awkward small talk in front of the mirror.

He walked over to where he’d dropped his bag near the door and unzipped the part that held his clothes and bathroom supplies, pulling out his shampoo. He paused when his hands brushed over his change of clothes. He only pulled out a pair of boxers before zipping the bag back up and walking towards Blaine’s closet. He had clothes of his own he could wear, but something about wearing Blaine’s clothes thrilled him. He wanted to see Blaine’s reaction when he walked out in clothes he wouldn’t normally wear. Kurt browsed through his shirts before pulling out a McKinley high t-shirt and picking up a pair of Dalton sweats that were folded neatly on the shelf.

Kurt slipped into the bathroom and turned on the water, eager to be done showering so he could spend more time with Blaine. It was probably the quickest shower he’d taken since he was six—ten minutes, tops—but he didn’t care. He toweled himself off and quickly slipped into Blaine’s clothes before combing through his hair and returning to his spot on the bed. He picked up the Dalton yearbook on Blaine’s nightstand—the one from his last year there—and browsed through the pages, smiling when he saw his boyfriend among the sea of navy blue blazers and laughing at the silly faces he saw whenever a picture of the warblers came up. He knew Blaine missed his friends, but seeing how happy he was in the pictures and the way his entire face lit up when he was with them broke Kurt’s heart. He wanted to see Blaine like that all the time, with the smile that Kurt fell in love with.

Kurt’s thoughts were interrupted when Blaine strolled into the room, rubbing a towel through his hair. “See something you like?” he grinned when he noticed Kurt staring at his official yearbook photo.

“Not really. These people are all wearing the same thing. It’s boring and unexpressive of their personalities. And this guy right here,” he pointed to a picture of Blaine with two of his closest friends, Nick and Jeff, “he has way too much gel in his hair and I’ve heard he can be a bit obnoxious at times.” Kurt giggled and closed the book as Blaine threw his towel to the corner of the room and launched himself onto the bed.

“Obnoxious?” He began grabbing Kurt’s sides and straddled his body to hold him down. “I can show you obnoxious.” He continued tickling his sides, occasionally having to push Kurt’s hands away. “And as for the gel, I don’t know what he was thinking. Luckily my hair is free from all product.” He stuck his hair in Kurt’s face as if to prove his point.

“O-Okay, Blaine. I-I get i-i-it. Y-you can s-s-top now-ow. AH!” Kurt yelped when Blaine shifted on top of him, and they were both suddenly aware that they had bigger problems than the gel that was or wasn’t in Blaine’s dark hair. Blushing, Blaine moved off of Kurt and strategically rested his hands in his lap. “I-I.”

“Sorry,” was all Blaine could say. He wasn’t able to meet Kurt’s eyes.

“Sorry? For what? For obviously being attracted to your boyfriend?” Kurt moved in, this time climbing on top of Blaine. “You don’t have to be sorry, Blaine. I’m quite attracted to you as well.” Kurt leaned in for a kiss, and Blaine hesitantly kissed back, eventually allowing his emotions to completely take over. Things began to progress more rapidly than they’d planned, but neither one of them seemed to care. Before they knew it, their tongues were sliding across each other and they were tangled in each other’s arms. Kurt remained on top of Blaine, but pressed his body as close as possible, as if trying to mold them into one, single entity. Blaine’s hands slowly made their way down Kurt’s body—running his fingers through his hair, stroking his cheek with his thumb, feeling the toned muscles in his shoulders, playfully poking him in the side—before they eventually made their way down to the button his Kurt’s pants. He let his fingers linger over the material, waiting for Kurt to put a stop to what was about to happen, but nothing did. He worked the button through the hole and slowly began to lower the zipper, instantly making Kurt a little more comfortable. Before he had a chance to do anything more, they both heard the doorbell ring, causing Kurt to groan and move off of Blaine.

“Pizza’s here. Excellent timing.” Kurt rolled his eyes. “I’m not even hungry anymore.”

“I’m starving!”

“Of course you are.” Kurt sat up and refastened his pants. “You’re a boy.”

“So are you. That’s half of the reason I like you.” Blaine moved off the bed and reached out for Kurt’s hand. “Let’s just go eat some pizza.”

If Kurt disliked pizza before, he despised it now.

* * *

“Did you have anything specific planned for tonight or are you just going to stuff me full of junk food and kiss me senseless?” Kurt shoved the pizza away from his mouth as Blaine continued making train noises.

“Come on, Kurt. It’s delicious!”

“I already had a piece.” Kurt had to admit, the pizza had been good and if it weren’t for his strong self-control, he would’ve taken the bite Blaine was offering him. Instead, the curly-haired boy gave up and ate the pizza himself.

“f’so good, Kurmt.” He held the piece out once last time. “M’you sure you don’t f’want any?”

“Don’t talk with your mouth so full, sweetie.” He took the pizza from Blaine and bit off a small bite. “There? Will you quit asking me now?”

“If you give me a kiss.” Blaine sat the pizza on the couch beside him and leaned into Kurt.

“Blaine, you just ate pizza.” He playfully pushed him away.

“So did you. Now kiss. We have a lot to make up for.” Kurt sighed and gave into Blaine’s wishes. “Now, was that so hard?”

“You never answered my question. Do you actually have anything planned for the night?”

“I have something in mind. Why? Is there something you’d like to do?”

Kurt watched Blaine shove the rest of the pizza in his mouth and shuddered at the thought of the unhealthy amount of food he put into his body. “No, I was just wondering.”

“Hang on.” Blaine set his plate on the coffee table in front of them and stood up. “Wait here. I’ll be right back.” He disappeared up the stairs and Kurt heard a door open and close before Blaine reappeared at the top of the stairs with two beach towels.

“What are those for…” Kurt asked cautiously. It wasn’t even fifty degrees outside. Surely Blaine didn’t plan on taking advantage of his pool in the middle of winter, even if it was heated.

“We’re going swimming.” Blaine’s face lit up like Kurt had seen in the yearbook photos and that’s all it took for him to agree. He reached for the towel as he stood up next to Blaine.

They made their way out the backdoor and into the cool night air, setting their towels down on the patio table and slipping off their shoes. “You better be glad I’m ruining your clothes with that chlorine.”

Blaine moved closer to Kurt and ran a hand under the thin cotton fabric of his t-shirt before lifting it up, exposing Kurt’s pale chest. “We can’t have that, can we?” He pulled the shirt up over Kurt’s head before tossing it onto the table.

“What are you doing, Blaine?” Kurt watched as Blaine removed his own shirt and pants and set them on the table next to the shirt Kurt had been wearing. Kurt looked Blaine up and down, realizing he was suddenly left wearing nothing but his boxers.

“You said this is something everyone should do at least once in their lifetime right?”

Kurt’s eyes widened when he realized what Blaine had planned. “Yes, a-and you said you still had your entire life to do it.”

“Well why wait when we can do it now? I want to do this with someone I trust. Go skinny dipping with me, Kurt.” Blaine held back from saying he’d be doing it with the person he loved, the person he wanted to see like this on multiple occasions in the future—two weeks from now, five months from now, 15 years from now. “Look, you don’t even have to take your boxers off if you don’t want to. I won’t see anything.”

“Isn’t that the point of skinny dipping? I mean, what’s the point if we’re clothed?”

“I just want you to be comfortable, okay? It’ll just be like swimming in a swimming suit.”

Kurt nodded slowly and Blaine began to turn towards the pool but stopped when he felt a cold hand grab his arm. “W-will you wait?”

“Wait for what??” Kurt looked at Blaine’s chest, noticing the way the muscles were well-defined, but not over the top. Kurt was exactly what Blaine wanted in boyfriend, not only emotionally, but physically as well.

“For me to take of my shirt.” Kurt turned red as he asked and he started to regret saying the words. He knew swimming without a shirt was normal. Being in his boxers would be no different than swimming trunks, but he was still nervous. He’d never been one for swimming, partially because of how self-conscious he felt and also because the sun wasn’t too kind on his fair skin.

“Of course. Look, forget I even said the word skinny dipping. We’re just going swimming, okay? It’s just night swimming. That’s something everyone should do as well, isn’t it?” Blaine walked towards Kurt again and wrapped his arms around his waist. He slipped his hand under the elastic band of Kurt’s sweats and into his boxers. “Come here.” He tugged at the waist of Kurt’s pants and walked them towards the edge of the pool. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Just one thing to cross of our list right?” Kurt stared down into the water.

“Just one thing to cross off our list.”

Kurt shifted nervously before sliding his own sweats—or rather, Blaine’s sweats—down to his ankles and stepped out of them. He felt Blaine grab his hand and squeeze tight as they stood next to each other in the Anderson-Berry’s back yard. “You ready?”

Kurt met Blaine’s eyes and squeezed back. “Yes.”

“3…2….1...” Blaine raised their joined hands in the air and the two jumped into the pool in one swift movement, laughing and smiling as their heads popped back up out of the water. Kurt kept his distance and made an effort not to stare at Blaine for too long each time his eyes moved across his body.

It didn’t take long for the two of them to loosen up. They splashed each other, raced each other back and forth, and wrestled each other like they had many times growing up. Any nerves Kurt had and any self-conscious thoughts were quickly washed away like the water running across his skin.

“Come here.” He held out his hand and Kurt moved deeper into the water. “Have I told you how beautiful you are?” Blaine leaned in and kissed Kurt’s cheek, feeling the warmth under his skin. “Kurt, I…” he paused and something was stopping him from continuing. He was suddenly aware of the legs snaking around his waist, the bare chest pressed against his own, the lips crushing against his. He wrapped his arms around Kurt and kissed back, allowing his tongue to explore every inch of Kurt’s mouth, his jaw, his neck. He held onto Kurt as tightly as possible, wanting nothing more than the miniscule flow of the water to come between them. Kurt seemed to want the same, wrapping his arms tightly around Blaine’s neck. They stood like that—Blaine supporting their weight, Kurt suspended in the water, wrapped around Blaine—for countless minutes while they kissed and explored each other, giving each other something they’d never given anyone else before. No one had seen Kurt that way before, so exposed, but it didn’t scare him. He was with Blaine. He was with the boy he’d known for years. He was with the boy he’d wanted to be with since middle school, the boy he had slowly fallen in love with. And Blaine; Kurt was with the only boy he’d ever been able to see himself with. He was giving everything to Kurt, the one he had been pining after since he was twelve. There were no secrets between them, only things that hadn’t yet been said. They’d quickly grown to trust each other more than anyone else, but maybe it wasn’t so quickly. Maybe things were so easy because the feelings and trust had been there all along, they were just too scared to acknowledge them.

After many minutes of sloppy kisses, lost breaths, and soft moans, Blaine reluctantly pulled away from Kurt, allowing the clear water of the pool to finally flow between them once again. “We…we have to stop. I-I can’t…I can’t last much longer, Kurt. I don’t want to do anything you’re not ready for.”

Kurt moved forward and embraced Blaine, hugging him as tightly as possible. “I love you, Blaine.” Those three little words he’d been fighting with had finally come out. The minute he realized how much Blaine cared for him, the minute Kurt realized that he’d resist all urges he had to make sure Kurt was comfortable, was the minute he realized he could tell Blaine completely how he felt. Kurt knew that no matter what happened after those words were said, Blaine would still be there. He wanted Blaine to say those three words back, three of the most important words that could be said in a relationship, but if he didn’t, it would be okay. Whether Blaine said it or not, his actions and his words had already shown how he felt, how much he loved Kurt. Kurt let Blaine go enough, this time looking at him when he spoke. “I’m in love with you, Blaine.”

Blaine was speechless for a few seconds, what seemed liked minutes to both of them, but finally stopped fighting the words that were stuck in his throat. “I love you, too, Kurt. I love you so much.”

They held onto each other for a few more minutes, standing in the warm water under the cool, winter sky and let the stars sparkle above them before slipping their sweats back on and wandering inside where they snuggled up in bed and fell asleep next to each other.