If Kurt had to describe his life in stages, this stage would probably be called Glee. Most of the time he felt like he was walking on clouds he was so light on his feet, everyone noticed how much more upbeat he was and how much more energy he had, and he had a smile perpetually attached to his face. Nick had joked that he was even more pleasant than Trent, which was saying a lot, and his dad had asked if he was doing some kind of drugs that made him so giddy.

Blaine wasn't helping either. Kurt had expected Blaine to say or do something that might put him in a foul mood given Blaine's penchant for brutal honesty and crudeness - but it hadn't happened yet. In fact, Blaine was diligent about calling and texting Kurt even more regularly since they made their relationship official, and had flowers sent to Kurt's dorm on four separate occasions in the past two weeks. Burt had even told Kurt that Blaine had come calling during the school week to mow the lawn for them after Kurt had mentioned to Blaine he was worried about his dad doing menial tasks like that after his heart attack and Finn was out more and more with Quinn, who he had started dating again, so couldn't be relied on to get those odd jobs done.

It was just a shame it took a bird dying for them to figure out that their feelings were mutual.

Kurt was still sore about losing Regionals, but he was happy for his friends, and the Warblers had a consistent line up of Seniors Lodges and Theme Parks to sing at to keep themselves on the ball.

But Kurt lived now for the weekends more than he ever had. He missed his family, his friends, and Blaine of course. The benefit of having lost at Regionals was that Warbler's practices had been reduced so he could get his homework done quickly and not have to take anything home with him on the weekends to do. He could just relax.

Which was what he was trying to do now. Once again, he and Blaine were curled up together in front of the TV, a blanket over them as they watched Funny Face. Blaine's hands kept wandering though, underneath the blanket, and Kurt kept having to nudge his elbow into Blaine's side to get him to stop... or pause at least.

"Come on baby..."

Kurt turned his head away from the screen and shot Blaine one of his trademark "bitch" faces. "I want to watch this, and you're making it damned near impossible!"

"Yah... but..." Blaine's hands started roaming again, playing along the edge of Kurt's pants, "We can pause the movie... come back to it later..."

Kurt rolled his eyes and shifted himself out of Blaine's hands - at least temporarily. It wasn't that he didn't want to get intimate with Blaine - far from it in fact. Since they had become official, they hadn't gone past making out and touching one another - despite Blaine clearly wanting more.

The problem was, that Kurt was absolutely scared.

He had experienced a blowjob, and a handjob - both on that fateful night of Rachel's party, and he knew there was other things they could do, but he couldn't help but keep coming back to the thought of one certain act, the one that a heteronormative couple would say makes one a virgin or not.

The thought of it excited him, but also made him afraid. He couldn't get past the memory of a cut he had once as a child on his rear, and how much that had hurt. He knew how big Blaine's penis was... it was impossible to imagine how that wouldn't hurt him.

So he kept trying to redirect Blaine's attention and focus, even though it was getting harder, and Kurt himself was having a hard time not wanting to just launch himself at Blaine and get the relief he needed.

Blaine made a small groan at being rebuffed once again and then shuffled away from Kurt and stood up, excusing himself to go to the bathroom. Kurt didn't even need to be told why Blaine was leaving him to go to the bathroom since the bulge in Blaine's pants spoke volumes.

He felt guilty. It wasn't that he didn't want Blaine, it was so far from the case. Every night during the school week he went to the bathroom before bed as thoughts of what he'd like to do with Blaine crept into his head and made him need to relieve himself before he was capable of sleep.

So when Blaine returned ten minutes later, sans the bulge and looking much more relaxed, Kurt paused the movie and snuggled up against Blaine's side. Blaine immediately had an arm wrapped around Kurt's shoulders, pulling him close so Kurt could hear his heart beat.

"I'm sorry."

Blaine looked to Kurt with his brow furrowed in question. "Why would you be sorry?"

"I just... I know you want to... do stuff..."

Blaine snickered, "You mean fuck. Yes."

Kurt blushed immediately, but was, thankfully, still able to form his words despite his embarrassment. "... I want to too... I just..."

Blaine rubbed his back and Kurt leaned into the touch. It had become Blaine's way to tell Kurt that he was there, and that he was listening. "I just... I mean... I'm a virgin."

"No shit sherlock." Blaine chuckled with a shake of his head.

"What?" Kurt looked up at Blaine, "How did you know?"

"Well.. for starters... aside from the spit you shared with Karofsky against your will, I'm pretty sure I'm the only other openly gay guy you know."

Point taken.

"And secondly, you're so nervous... and I don't think it's because you don't want it because it's hard to miss that meat pressed up in your pants, but because you don't know what to do with it."

Kurt groaned softly and hid his face in Blaine's chest, mumbling, "I'm an obvious virgin... great."

Blaine tucked a finger under Kurt's chin to lift it up, making him look up so he could see Blaine's face as he spoke. "Well I for one think it's adorable. You're adorable. And also, it's not like there's been a whole lot of queer guys for me try stuff out on either."

Kurt smiled warmly up at Blaine. Then, as he processed that, his face became curious, "You mean... you...?"

Blaine rolled his eyes and nodded. "Yup."

"But... you know what you're doing... and you talk like..."

"I talk like most male teenagers do sweetcheeks, regardless of whether or not they have any experience in the matter. It's not like I don't want to or anything - there just hasn't been the opportunity - and as for knowing what I'm doing.... I watch A LOT of porn..."

Kurt groaned, hiding his face again against Blaine's chest.

"We should watch some together.... Fifty Shades of Gay is a particular favourite of mine."

"You're incorrigible."

Blaine laughed, then dipped his head down to whisper into Kurt's ear, his breath hot in Kurt's ear, "And you are fucking sexy when you use those big intelligent words."

Kurt moaned softly, fisting a little ball of Blaine's T-shirt in his hand. "I... just... "

"Hey." Blaine again cupped Kurt's chin and forced him to look up to him, "I'm not going to be an ass and push for anything you don't want. If I hump your leg though, just take it as a compliment for being so damn hot."

Kurt didn't respond, looking dreamily into those hazel orbs before him and then shutting the distance between them by crushing his lips against Blaine's.

He'd get to the point where he could stomach doing more. He would.

Returning to school the next week was difficult as normal. In fact, it seemed like every week was harder than the last when it came to going back to Dalton and going away from his family and friends. Thankfully, he was born in an age where his phone was a lifeline back to Lima.

I KNEW Smart Chick was smart! -B

Huh? Brittany? -K

Yah. She's in the Brainiacs and won them their last competition. -B

You're joking right? -K

Hell no. So proud of my girl! -B

Just don't leave me for her. -K

Ew. Girl cooties. -B

Congratulate her and the rest of the team for me. -K

I will. Also, I need you to buy a shitload of salt water taffy. -B

What? Why? -K

Mr. Butthead is making us sell it to raise money for the Nationals Trip. -B

Speaking of ew... -K

You're joking right? Salt water taffy is delicious. I'm pretty sure I already owe him $100 for the ones I've already eaten. -B

Well at least you're doing your part... -K

Aw... sorry. Forgot you don't want to hear about Nationals. -B

It's alright. I just miss you all. -K

Want me to drive over and give you a little midnight delight? -B

Did you type that with a grin on your face? -K

I might have... -B

I appreciate the offer, but I think I'll just go to bed so that Friday happens faster. -K

Okay sweetcheeks. I 3 U! -B

I love you too. Sleep well. -K

When Friday did come, it was all Kurt could do to not run down the halls of Dalton straight into his car after classes. He managed to only jog his way there.

Blaine was already at his house when he got there, pushing the mower through the front yard in a tank top that was already drenched in sweat. Oh bless his dad for buying them a place with a big yard. He nearly took out the fire hydrant as he parked from staring at Blaine instead of paying attention to driving.

And Kurt certainly didn't care when Blaine swept him up in a hug and kiss - sweaty or not. It was just so good to be home. His mind flashed an image of them doing just this - but years later with kids playing on the lawn and wedding bands on their ring fingers.

"I need your help with something." Blaine murmured as they broke apart.

Kurt chuckled, "Oh I know you do..." He winked at Blaine, assuming he was being suggestive.

Blaine snickered and shook his head, "No... not that... well that too if you're offering, but I need to pick a song to sing for this Night of Neglect Benefit we're doing. You're coming by the way. I already bought you a ticket."

"Ooo... A public performance by my boyfriend..." Kurt beamed at him with pride. "I look forward to it. I may need to get a whole new outfit for the occasion."

Blaine rolled his eyes. "You would use going to McDonalds as an excuse for getting a whole new outfit."

"Hey!" Kurt exclaimed. "I just want to look good on your arm."

"You look best in absolutely nothing..." Blaine whispered, eyes hooded as he looked up and down Kurt hungrily.

The words went straight to Kurt's cock and he leaned into Blaine, whispering back and glancing towards the house, "Is anyone else home?"

Blaine shook his head, "Finn is out with Babymama, Carol is working for a couple more hours, and your dad just left to do some paperwork at the shop..."

How Blaine knew the lives of his immediate family members better than he did, Kurt wasn't sure, but it also wasn't at the top of his mind. Between the sight of Blaine, the smell of him, and the lure of the empty house, Kurt put away all his fear for the moment. He grabbed Blaine by the hand and led him inside the house and straight up to his room.

"Well I like where this is going..." Blaine noted during the procession.

Once they were safely in his room, Kurt made a small growl and threw himself at Blaine, mouths locking immediately in a heated and eager kiss. Blaine smelled even better than normal... something about his sweat just made him even more attractive and made his smell so much more prominent. Kurt wanted to get that smell all over himself.

Blaine had definitely picked up on that vibe, grinding himself against Kurt to show him just how much he had picked up on it and was into it. Strong hands wrapped themselves around Kurt's ass and pulled him up, so Kurt's legs were no longer on the ground. He wrapped his legs around Blaine's waist and his arms around Blaine's shoulders, all the while continuing to taste Blaine's lips and tongue.

"My beautiful... sexy... boyfriend." Blaine uttered between kisses, Kurt moaning his approval of those words into Blaine's mouth.

Blaine's mouth moved down from Kurt's mouth to his neck, leaving a trail of hard kisses down it until he reached Kurt's collarbone where his mouth settled on a place to suck and tongue.

"Amazingly..." *suck* "... hot..." *nibble* "...boyfriend."

An urgent whimper fell from Kurt's lips and his eyes connected with Blaine's for just an instant. Showing off just how strong he was, Blaine carried Kurt to the bed where he tossed him down on his back and then crawled over him so he was now straddled over Kurt and Kurt was below him, at his mercy.

The onslaught on his collarbone continued, but Blaine's hand had moved away from his crotch, instead joining his other hand to rapidly unbutton Kurt's shirt. As soon as his torso was exposed, Blaine's mouth began traveling down, sucking in one of Kurt's nipples and his tongue rolling circles around it.

"Oh god... Oh..." Kurt never knew he was sensitive there, but now it was apparent that it was a serious erogenous zone to him as his hips bucked up against Blaine.

"Mmm... gorgeous.. HORNY.. boyfriend." Blaine mumbled around his nipple, and Kurt could only moan another response. Blaine's hands had travelled back down and were now unbuckling Kurt's belt before sliding down his pants.

"God you are fucking beautiful..." Blaine said, lifting his head off of Kurt's chest and causing Kurt to whine at the loss of stimulus on his nipple. Blaine was straddled over him, but just looking down at him which made Kurt flush in embarrassment. Blaine crawled himself back and off of Kurt, standing by the bed to pull of his own T-shirt and then drop his jeans and briefs while Kurt watched with hungry eyes, his hands wandering down to his cock to play with it lazily during the show.

Blaine grinned while he undressed, fully aware he was being watched so intently. He took a minute to lock the door, just in case, and then crawled back in with Kurt, tugging at the clothing that lay pooled around Kurt still, connected to his arms and legs.

"I want to see you..."

Kurt sat himself up and pulled the shirt off his arms, trembling slightly from the contact of the cool air against his flushed skin. Then he slid his pants and socks off, and finally his own briefs, letting his cock spring out to eagerly say hello and cause him to go even redder in embarrassment.

But either Blaine didn't notice, or wasn't going to acknowledge that shame, because he leaned down and started pressing kisses along the underside of Kurt's cock.

"Oh... god... FUCK... Blaine..." Kurt could hardly stand it. He wanted more, NEEDED more. Blaine chuckled from where he was purposely teasing Kurt, until Kurt decided it was enough.

He pressed his hands on Blaine's shoulders and pinned him back against the mattress, crawling back up and over him so their cocks were aligned and already rubbing against one another as he moved himself into position. Now Blaine moaned, and put his hands onto Kurt's hips to pull him closer, fingers dug into his sides.

From there it was a struggle over who was in control, each of them frantically and urgently thrusting their cocks against the other as Kurt kept Blaine's shoulders pinned back and Blaine had Kurt pulled against him. Their lips connected again, pressing their tongues into one another's mouth and sharing their breaths back and forth, as well as their moans.

His cock quivered, and he barely had time to warn Blaine, "Blaine... I'm... going to..." Hell, he couldn't even form the words as the orgasm shot pangs of pleasure all over his body and cum onto Blaine's belly and his own. He kept thrusting though, lost in delirium and oblivious to anything anything else, a low whine escaping his lips.

When he finally stopped jerking forward, he looked down at Blaine through his hair that had come undone by his sweating and now dangled in his eyes. Blaine had a satisfied smirk and was damn near purring in satisfaction. When had he...?

Kurt looked down and saw they were both flaccid, and there was definitely more cum in the space between them than he was capable of making alone. He hadn't even noticed Blaine orgasm.

Blaine mumbled something, but it was incoherent, and Kurt rolled himself onto his side beside Blaine before asking him what he had said.

"You swore..." Blaine repeated, grinning as he mentioned it.

Kurt laughed between panting, trying to get back to breathing regularly.

"I did..."

"You never swear."

"Must be a bad influence..."

"Mmm... that boyfriend of yours is a bad influence..."

"He sure is."

Kurt was immediately more relaxed after having gotten the need for sex with Blaine out of his system. Blaine didn't push for more than Kurt was ready to give, and Kurt was incredibly thankful for it. It made him less uptight about Blaine's hands on him, which they were consistently.

It also allowed him to focus better since he didn't need to worry about the state of Blaine's cock at any given moment, like right now, when he was trying to help Blaine pick a song to sing for the benefit.

"What have you sung in Glee club so far?" Kurt asked, poking through his music files on the computer.

"Hrm... nothing really. The diva's usually argue over the solos and get them. Finn is usually the only guy singing unless they need someone who can rap and then Wheels gets it."

"So you... with your voice... has only been doing background?"

Blaine shrugged, "I don't care... I don't even remember why I joined most days."

Kurt tsked and shook his head, "Well that is going to change... we are going to find you something perfect to sing..."

"Stop choosing Katy Perry and Pink... it has to be by an artist that's been neglected...." Kurt insisted after Blaine had suggested a series of songs by either artist.

Blaine huffed and laid back on Kurt's bed. After they had been intimate, they had showered, and now Blaine was in his pajamas already - a set which he kept at Kurt's house for his weekend visits. "Well I don't know... I don't even really want to do the damned benefit. It's lame."

"No..." Kurt spun his chair around so he was no longer facing the computer but facing Blaine on the bed. "... You just don't want the world to know what an amazing talent you have. Stop hiding Blaine Anderson."

A roll of the eyes was the expected, and received response from Blaine as he shook his head, "I just... don't feel the need to raise money when my mom is more than happy to pay my way to Nationals. Mr. Butthead is being a huge arse about us funding ourselves."

"Blaine... the point is to be independent. I have no doubt my dad would be happy to pay my way too if I was going..." He swallowed back the sourness from inside him at being excluded, "... but we're getting older and we need to learn not to rely so much on our parents."

"Lame."

Kurt chuckled at the simple response and turned his seat around to look back at his music. One way or another, he'd find something perfect for Blaine.

At least that's what Kurt thought. The weekend passed and Blaine still hadn't settled on a song. He promised Kurt that he'd come up with something on his own and that Kurt should just look forward to the benefit next weekend.

And so Kurt was back at Dalton for another excruciating long week, checking his phone a little too incessantly just in case someone from home texted him.

Who's Sunshine Corazon? -B

The girl Rachel sent to a crackhouse at the beginning of the school year because she was intimidated by her talent and then got recruited by Vocal Adrenaline. Why? -K

We're all currently in the choir room deciding if we should allow Sunshine to sing at the benefit because she's got like 600 twitter followers who will attend if she sings. -B

Well that should be a yes. -K

I know... though it makes sense now why Rachel is being all pissy about it. -B

I would tell you I'm shocked... but really I'm not. -K

Well the tiny girl can sure sing. -B

I remember her audition being utterly amazing. -K

Like your cock. -B

Kurt laughed out loud during his Warbler's meeting when he read that last bit, flushing red in embarrassment when all eyes in the room turned on him. They had been a very intense debate about the color of their ties - to which Kurt had tuned out in order to text with Blaine. Normally he might have been more interested in a fashion based discussion, but he just wasn't feeling like it mattered - at least not compared to texting with his boyfriend.

"Sorry."

The eyes shifted away, and talk continued. Kurt had come to Dalton to be accepted and safe, and he was, but yet he still didn't feel like he belonged there at all.

Especially when his heart was in Lima.

"Oh! The old French classroom!" Kurt noted as he and Blaine walked through the darkened halls of McKinley that Saturday night prior to the benefit. Their fingers intertwined, their arms swung between them as Kurt looked around with fondness. Despite all the horrors he had suffered in this place, it was still also home to him more than Dalton was.

"You miss it here..." Blaine said, giving Kurt's hand a gentle squeeze.

Kurt was about to tell him yes, that he missed it, and he missed being with Blaine all week when Karofsky ran into them in the hall. Tension was strong, made worse when Karofsky accused Kurt of "spreading his fairy dust".

And before Kurt could stop him, Blaine was in Karofsky's face and the two of them were at each other's throats again and pushing against the other one. Kurt screamed and tried to get in the middle of it, but it was Santana who show up in the nick of time who got them to stop, scaring Karofsky off with threats of razor blades in her hair - a threat Kurt certainly didn't doubt knowing her.

Kurt kept his hand tightly around Blaine's, seeing the fire in his eyes and knowing that if he didn't hold him back, Blaine would run after Karofsky and really make him hurt.

"Come on Blaine... there's a problem we need to deal with in the choir room." Santana informed him, marching off.

Blaine snapped after her, "I'm not doing shit but my solo and sitting with Kurt until then."

Kurt smiled and led the way into the theater, which was mostly empty except for a few scattered souls - all looking like they didn't belong there. Regardless, he and Blaine sat themselves down to watch the show.

And it was quite a show - though not because of the talent on stage, but from those lost souls who were intent on heckling the performers. Clearly that's why they had come out there.

Again he had to pull Blaine toward him when Blaine looked like he was going to lose it on the hecklers - though a well cast glance from Blaine to Azimio at one point managed to get the big, black jock to shut up at least.

After Tina, who left crying, and Mike, Blaine excused himself to go on stage. Grinning towards Kurt, and then shooting a threatening glance to the the hecklers, he started in on a song Kurt would have never expected.

Baby girl, where you at?

Got no strings, got men attached.

Kurt chuckled and leaned back in his seat, thoroughly enjoying Blaine's rendition of When I Get You Alone - particularly the parts when it was clear Blaine was singing to him.

He made sure his boyfriend got a standing ovation, at least from him, when he finished on stage.

The rest of the night he huddled against Blaine in the audience, watching Ms. Holiday and Mercedes sing. Since the hecklers had left after Blaine had sung and threatened them with his eyes, the audience was just them and Mr. Ryerson, and though Kurt felt bad for his old club, he enjoyed that he could cozy up to his boyfriend and not have to worry about anyone seeing them or judging them.

When it was all said and done, Mr. Ryerson offered to finance their trip to Nationals, as well as the Brainiacs trip to Detroit for finals. Kurt had never been particularly fond of Mr. Ryerson, since he didn't exactly give a good name to gay men, but he was thankful that he had come and that Blaine would stop suggesting what an excellent gift salt water taffy would make whenever Kurt mentioned a birthday or anniversary.

"Just don't be surprised when you get a basket of taffy with your flowers at school." Blaine admitted to him later on that night.

Kurt wasn't going to complain.