Normally they went over Kurt's house so that Burt could keep an eye on them and make sure there was no funny business. But not this time. This time Blaine and Kurt would have the whole house to themselves. Blaine's parents weren't home and would be gone all week. The two boys would be free to sing, eat, watch movies until the dead of night, and fall asleep next to each other.

Oh how Blaine loved doing that. When Kurt fell asleep cuddled close to him, Blaine felt like he was in Heaven. Kurt looked like a little angel when he slept, and was so beautiful it made Blaine's heart ache. He would stare at Kurt as he too drifted off into sleep, his dreams filled with lovely dreams of the two of them together, forever. He definitely thought he was the luckiest person in the world to be able to call Kurt his boyfriend. Nobody else could do that.

Not even Sebastian. Jealously flared up inside him. He had never been jealous before he met Kurt, but since that day on the staircase every time he saw Kurt talking to another boy it just made him so incredibly jealous, even during the time he had denied his feelings for Kurt. When Kurt had been at Dalton, the other boys there had shown interest in him, and asked Blaine about him, but Blaine would always say that he and Kurt were going out. At the time he didn't know why he lied to all the guys who liked Kurt, but now he realized it was because he loved Kurt, and the thought of his angel with anyone else broke his heart. And seeing Sebastian kiss Kurt's hand, and hearing him shower his boyfriend with complements, had brought back that jealously.

He trusted Kurt but…well; Kurt had always been the one who went after the boys, not the other way around. He probably wasn't used to getting hit on. Sebastian would probably take advantage of that fact. Blaine had seen the way Sebastian was checking Kurt out with that look in his eyes. It had taken all of Blaine's willpower to punch that smirk off the blonde boy's face. Blaine wasn't usually violent. He was more of the 'problems can be fixed by talking 'type of guy. Yet, when Sebastian had looked at Kurt like that, god had he just wanted to show him whose boyfriend Kurt was. He had wanted to pull Kurt into a fiery, passionate kiss that would let Sebastian know that taking Kurt from him wasn't an option.

But he couldn't do that. Kurt still wasn't completely cool with kissing in public, no doubt because of the bullying he received in school. Blaine was lucky to get the occasional peck on the cheek, and only in secrecy did they kiss properly. And Blaine loved it when they kissed. Kurt's lips always felt so right against his own, so perfect. Kurt tasted like mint and coffee. Their tongues would battle for dominance that Blaine would win, and he explored every bit of Kurt's mouth. But all they did was kiss. Whenever Blaine would try to take it farther, Kurt would always stop him. But Blaine was okay with that, because it was what Kurt wanted. When Kurt was ready they would take it farther, and only then. And he held back, even though when Kurt wore his little outfits that where so tight they should be illegal he hardened at the sight. He held back even when Kurt danced and looked so sexy shaking his little butt. It was hard, yes, but worth it. Kurt was perfect, and Blaine didn't want to do anything to lose him.

Blaine straightened out the table, making sure the pizza was still warm, and that both of their glasses were filled. Everything had to be perfect. This was the first time Kurt would see his house. Oh god, this was the first time Kurt would see his house! He had to make a good impression. But his room was a mess!

Quickly as he could he ran up the stairs and threw open his bedroom door. There were clothes all over the floor and his bed was unmade. The trash bin was full and spilling over. Kurt would hate it! Without the morning inspections that had been mandatory at Dalton, Blaine had gotten lazy with cleaning. Mentally slapping himself, Blaine rushed around, shoving things under the bed and picking up scattered pieces of trash. After his room was up to par, Blaine checked himself in the mirror. Hair slicked back? Check. Tight fitting V-neck t-shirt? Check. Nice pair of skinny jeans? Check. Blaine admitted he was a bit underdressed, and knew Kurt would still be his fashionista self, but this was his house, and he just wanted to chill. Besides, Blaine had to prove he could look as good as any other boy Kurt saw. And he thought he looked pretty hot.

The sound of the doorbell rang through the house. Blaine nearly jumped out of his skin. He ran down the stairs, unable to cover up his excitement. Kurt was here! When he arrived at the door, he straightened himself out as best he could and then opened it. Kurt stood there, smiling up at him and clutching his jacket close to his small body. His nose was tipped red from the cold and he looked absolutely adorable. Blaine leaned forward and kissed it, loving the blush that tiptoed across Kurt's face. "Hi," he breathed, leaning against the door and staring at Kurt.

"Hi," Kurt replied. "Are you going to let me in?"

Blaine laughed. "I don't know. You look really cute right now. I could stay out here for a bit longer."

Kurt huffed and gave a little pout. "Blaine Anderson, I have worked too hard to keep my skin in perfect condition for me to catch frostbite so you can stare at me."

Blaine rolled his eyes. "It's not that cold, Kurt." Kurt glared at him. "Fine, you can come in." He held open the door so Kurt could enter. His boyfriend strolled in with his usual strut that made his hips swing from side to side. Blaine had to suppress a moan as he tore his eyes from Kurt's butt and took the small boy's large, knee-length jacket to hang it on the coatrack. Underneath, Kurt was wearing a collared white dress shirt topped with a black sleeveless vest. A black tie hung in the middle. His black jeans were so tight they could have been painted on. It took all off Blaine's will power to not rip them off and see the sexy little body underneath. If Kurt only knew what he did to Blaine…

'He can't be wearing underwear in those pants. That's impossible.' Blaine thought. But then Blaine pictured Kurt without underwear on and he almost lost it.

Instead, he took a calming breath and went over to Kurt, who was looking around in awe. "Your house is gorgeous, Blaine!" he squealed, running over to touch the soft couch and inspect the wall colors. "The colors blend together perfectly!"

Blaine smiled. He loved it when Kurt got all excited like this. He went up behind Kurt and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's shoulders so he could hold him close. "So," said Blaine, placing his head on top of Kurt's. "How did you convince your dad to let you stay over?"

Kurt managed to shuffle around so that he was facing Blaine. "Well, Carole had to work late today, so family dinner night wasn't going to happen anyway, but to come over to your house and stay the night, I had to promise to work extra hours in the shop."

"Is this worth it?" Blaine asked.

"Of course," Kurt placed his hand on Blaine's chest, pale, thin fingers splayed over his shirt. "And besides, I finally get to see you out of those horrid sweater vests."

It was Blaine's turn to pout. "But you love my sweater vests."

Kurt laughed. Blaine loved that sound. It was so musical, so magical. "They make you look like a five year old in a bad gap commercial."

Blaine chuckled. "At least I don't look like Mr. Schue."

Kurt gave a gasp and Blaine a playful slap on the chest. "I take offense to that."

"I'm kidding," Blaine leaned down so that his lips were hovering just over Kurt's. "You pull off vests way better than he does."

"Of course I do." Kurt said, tapping Blaine on the nose. "But just because of the Mr. Schue comment, no kissing right now."

Blaine pouted again and placed his forehead against Kurt's, staring into Kurt's beautiful glaz eyes. "But I like kissing you." He whispered, ghosting his lips over the red one's next to his.

Before Blaine knew what was happening Kurt had spun away from him with a little twirl and was strutting his way towards the kitchen. "Maybe next time you'll think twice about insulting my fashion sense." He called over his shoulder.

With a frown on his face, Blaine followed. He found Kurt sitting on a stool near the island in the middle of the room. He had already opened the pizza box and was looking into it. "Really, Blaine? Pizza? Do you want me to not fit into these jeans anymore?" Kurt looked at his and raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow.

Blaine took a seat on the stool next to him and placed his hand on Kurt's leg, giving it a light squeeze. "That would be horrible. I really like those jeans." Kurt blushed when Blaine's hand went a bit higher. "But I think you'll be fine eating pizza this one time. I got your favorite."

"Fine," Kurt finally relented, taking a slice and biting into it.

They spent the next two hours eating and talking. They talked about the Glee club, the songs they wished to sing in it, the latest fashions, and how the bullying was going at school. Kurt still hadn't gotten over the prom ordeal. And afterwards the bullying had gotten worse. Blaine had tried his best, but he couldn't be there all the time. Kurt didn't want to transfer again though, so he stayed and put up with it. Every time Blaine saw a bruise mar Kurt's beautiful skin, it made him so angry. Whenever he caught somebody hurting Kurt he made sure they learned never to do it again.

Kurt wanted to practice singing, but Blaine said he was really tired and just wanted to relax. Kurt had protested until Blaine had picked him up and carried him bridal style up the stairs with Kurt complaining the whole way.

When they made it to the room Blaine kicked open the door and when he made it to the bed, gently laid Kurt down and got on top of him. Kurt smiled beneath him and Blaine leaned down to kiss those pretty red lips. He was stopped by a finger on his mouth. Kurt shook his head, a smirk on his face. "I said no kissing, Blaine."

Blaine took the hand and moved it to the side, giving him access to Kurt's mouth again. "I've been a good boy, Kurt. I think I deserve a treat." And before Kurt could stop him again, he caught Kurt's lips with his own. Kurt quickly kissed back and wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck. Kurt tasted so good. Blaine pushed against Kurt's teeth and was easily granted access. Kurt's tongue fought his, but Blaine won, like always. He explored Kurt's mouth further, tasting every bit of his boyfriend he could. Kurt sucked on his tongue, causing Blaine to moan into the kiss. It gave Blaine satisfaction to know that Sebastian couldn't do this with Kurt. Because Kurt was his boyfriend. Just his.

Blaine moved down to Kurt's gorgeous neck. Kurt shivered as Blaine worshiped every bit of pale skin that he kissed and licked at. He picked a spot and placed a very noticeable hickey there so that anybody who looked would see it. He loved how it stood out against how pale Kurt was. It was his mark, showing everybody that Kurt was taken.

One of his hands slipped into Kurt's soft hair and the other moved to Kurt's shirt which was tucked into his pants. He pulled it out and slipped his hand under it so he could feel Kurt's smooth skin. Kurt instantly stiffened and broke the kiss. "Blaine, no." he mumbled, his face flushed from the kiss but also from embarrassment at not being able to go farther.

Blaine stopped and cupped Kurt's face in his hands. "It's okay, Kurt," Blaine said, giving Kurt a light kiss on the lips. "When you're ready."

Kurt still wasn't happy. "I'm such a baby penguin." His eyes were slowly going misty. Blaine felt bad. He didn't want Kurt to feel pressured or anything. Blaine was willing to wait as long as Kurt wanted.

"But you're my baby penguin." Blaine whispered.

Kurt cracked a smile. "At least I'm a fashionable baby penguin." He said.

"Very fashionable," Blaine agreed. He then got up and went towards his DVD rack to pick a movie. "I'm thinking House of Wax. How about that?"

"Isn't that a horror movie?" Kurt asked nervously. Kurt didn't like horror movies.

But that was Blaine's plan. Whenever Kurt got scared he did what most girls did and curled up against someone. That someone being Blaine in this instance. "Yeah, but don't worry. I'll tell you when the scary parts are. I'll protect you." He put the movie in a pressed play, before falling backwards onto the bed. He turned to start cuddling with Kurt but Kurt had gotten up and was heading towards the door.

"Kurt, what are you doing?"

Kurt looked at him and rolled his eyes. "If I'm going to be cuddling with you the rest of the night, then I have to do my nightly skin care regimen right now. I'm going to get what I need." His hand was on his hip, leaning his weight to one side of his body and he was giving Blaine a 'duh' look.

Blaine sat up and patted the spot beside him. "You can do it in the morning. You look fine. Don't cut into our cuddling time."

Kurt shook his head and continued walking towards the door. "I can't just skip a night, Blaine. I have to look my best."

"Who are you trying to impress, Kurt?" Blaine snapped. "I'm your boyfriend and I think you look beautiful."

Kurt paused in his walking. He turned on his heel and gave Blaine a look that could have killed. "What are you talking about?" His expression softened when he saw Blaine's face. "What's wrong, Blaine?"

Blaine sighed and sunk into the pillows. "I…I didn't like how Sebastian was flirting with you."

A huge smile broke out over Kurt's face. "Blaine Anderson, are you jealous?"

"Maybe," Blaine mumbled. He hid his face with his arm. A few moments later he felt a weight on his body and removed his arm to see Kurt straddling his waist, his face inches away.

"Why would you think I would fall for Sebastian, when I have you?"

Now that Blaine thought about it, it was kind of stupid to think that Kurt would ever cheat on him. Kurt wasn't that type of guy. "Well, Sebastian isn't exactly bad looking and…well, I just don't want to lose you, Kurt. I love you so much."

"And I love you too." Kurt said. He trailed his pianist fingers over Blaine's face. "Sebastian could never replace you. Sebastian doesn't have curly hair that I love so much." Kurt ran his hand through Blaine's hair. "He doesn't have cute eyebrows." Kurt kissed them lightly. "He's not the most dapper boy I've ever met." Kurt tapped his nose. "And he doesn't wear adorable sweater vests that I think are so sexy." He kissed Blaine on the lips gently. "He's not you, Blaine."

Blaine grinned. "I knew you loved my sweater vests."

"You caught me." Kurt giggled and rolled off of Blaine to lie on the bed. "Can I at least go get my pajamas?"

An idea hit Blaine. "I think I have a better set for you." He got up and went over to he kept his clothes. He pulled open the drawer and grabbed what he was looking for. With a flourish he proudly presented Kurt with a pair of black boxers and a light grey t-shirt.

Kurt's eyes went wide. "You can't expect me to wear those, Blaine."

"I'll make you a deal." Blaine went back over to the bed and placed the clothes in front of Kurt. "If you wear these then I will finally agree to do your skin care thing with you in the morning."

"Really?" Kurt clapped his hands gleefully. He snatched up the clothes and went into the bathroom to change. He emerged moment later and gave a little spin. "How do I look?"

The boxers showed off Kurt's beautiful legs and the shirt hung off of him perfectly. And to see Kurt in his clothes, it just made him so…happy. "You look gorgeous." Blaine held out his arms and Kurt happily came over so he could cuddle close to him. The got comfortable on the bed and finally turned to watch the movie. Luckily they had only missed a few minutes. Blaine looked down at Kurt, who was watching the movie intently, his body tense as he waited for a scary part so he could hide. He looked so cute. "Kurt?"

Kurt looked at him. "Yes?"

"I was wondering…" he paused. "Why did you agree to go to the gay bar with Sebastian?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "I didn't agree to go to the gay bar with Sebastian." He cuddled closer to Blaine and wrapped his arms around Blaine's chest. "I agreed to go with you. Really, Blaine, this jealously thing is kind of cute. Maybe I should make you jealous more often."

Blaine's arms instantly tightened around Kurt. "I don't think that would be a good idea."

Kurt laughed. "The world better watch out for big, bad, scary Blaine." He turned his attention back to the movie, smiling contently. Then a loud scream came from the TV and Kurt squealed and buried his face in Blaine's chest. Blaine chuckled and stroked Kurt's hair, much to Kurt's protest. It wasn't long before Kurt fell asleep on Blaine's chest, his chest rising and falling gently. Blaine used the remote to shut off the TV. He got the covers and pulled them until they were covering Kurt warmly. God was Kurt beautiful. Blaine just wanted to hold him forever.

Blaine was still worried about Sebastian, but was comforted by the fact that Sebastian would never, ever see Kurt like this. He would never be able to love him the way Blaine does. He would never have these beautiful moments with Kurt. Because Kurt was his boyfriend and only his. And Blaine would keep it that way. If Sebastian tried anything at the gay bar, he would be so, so sorry. Blaine loved Kurt so much. What they had was perfect. And Sebastian wouldn't ruin that. Blaine wouldn't allow it.