As it got closer to the opening night of West Side Story, practices became more frequent and Blaine wished he had gotten the role of Bernardo - who, even though he had more lines, at least died in the first act of the play. He had to be present for the entire play and the whole of all practices even though his presence onstage was only periodic.

At least it was another place to be near Kurt though.

Kurt, who despite Artie's hesitations, was an amazing Tony. Everyone agreed that he was passionate about the role and it showed, and while Artie chastised Rachel for her lack romantic passion on stage, he had applauded the way Kurt delivered on the romantic scenes - particularly when it came to expressing sexual awakening. Kurt had merely glanced over to Blaine when Artie was telling him how well he acted the part of a young, lustful teenager, and Blaine had smugly smiled in response. If only Artie knew.

Meanwhile Rachel was clearly agitated. She had revealed herself as a virgin when Artie had asked, and for some reason, she was shocked that Kurt wasn't. Blaine himself was shocked she didn't realize that since Kurt was limping along during that moment due to a brief escape they both had made prior to practice. Artie hit the nail square on the head though when he said he didn't understand Rachel's "strange aversion to fun", and Kurt had patted her on the shoulder in the way he did to support friends. She pulled away from him then and stalked away. Diva.

"Now Kurt... if I do have one concern about your portrayal of Tony, it's that I'm having a difficult time envisioning you as a gang member. We know one another... we have for a couple years now. I know and respect your cautious ways, but have you ever considered that your youth is the time to be risky and dangerous?"

Kurt pursed his lips at that thoughtfully before responding, "Well... I don't think being young is an excuse for being stupid."

"Not stupid Kurt.... controlled danger. You don't drink, party, and god... your biggest fear is messing up your moisturizing routine -"

"I will not suffer from large pores and saggy skin!" Kurt interrupted in protest.

"Anyhow!" Artie jumped back in, "All I'm saying is that if you want to come across as a daring man... maybe it's time to be daring."

Kurt looked thoughtful at that and Blaine rolled his eyes behind stage where he was spying. Artie had opinions on everyone and everything, but that had to be one of the dumbest. Surely Kurt couldn't be considering it. Blaine was sure Artie was just nitpicking. Kurt's Tony was amazing.

"I'll... have to think on that." Kurt finally said to Artie, hopefully to just placate him.

"You excited about that recruiter being here?" Mike said, coming up beside Blaine. Mike was doing a great job in his role as Riff, and even had a large portion of the football team playing the Jets and dancing with him.

Blaine shrugged up his shoulders. "Football isn't that big of a deal to me."

That much was true. If his mother ever forced him to give up something out of his extracurriculars, it would be football. He played because he was able to funnel a lot of his frustration into tackling other guys, and because it kept him away from home - but because Kurt wasn't on the team, it wasn't something he would insist on being part of.

"Yah... I know what you mean." Mike admitted, watching the set crew work working on backdrops while Kurt and Artie discussed the positioning on stage during a scene.

"You're good though." Blaine admitted to Mike.

Mike shrugged his shoulders now. "It's not what I love."

"You love Tina...." Blaine acknowledged.

"Well... yes... but I mean, what I love to do. Dancing is my passion."

Blaine looked over to Mike and quietly thought about that. Blaine's love was so focused around Kurt that he didn't think about what he really enjoyed beyond being with Kurt. What did he have a passion for?

He wasn't really sure.

Looking back to Kurt, it was obvious that Kurt's passion was for the stage and music. Mike clearly loved dancing. Artie, whether he said it or not, was very passionate about directing. It wasn't just that they were good at those things, but that they did love them and want to do them and get better at them. Blaine couldn't think of anything he felt that way about.

Maybe he was doomed to spend his life being his mother's caretaker.

He was so lost in thought, trying to list off different skills and activities in his mind in the hopes that one of them would stick out as something he felt passionate about, that he didn't notice Kurt walking up to him and Mike leaving his side.

"Hey Blaine..." Kurt purred towards him.

Blaine blinked back into reality and smiled over at Kurt, "Hey babe. You did awesome out there."

Kurt smiled, wrapping his arms around Blaine's waist in a uncharacteristic public display of affection. "My dad and Carole are out canvassing all this week... so any free time we have... could be spent at my place."

Even if Blaine didn't have a dirty mind already, he would have been able to pick up on the suggestive undertones of the statement. A broad grin crossed his face and he put his own hands on Kurt's hips, "Sounds like a plan."

For now, he could be passionate about doing someone, if not something.

That night, they took full advantage of the Hummel-Hudson being abandoned by adults, and after they had completed a rigorous romp in Kurt's bed - Blaine took to dancing off some excess energy in Kurt's room while Kurt laid back in bed and watched him - spent.

"Do you think I'm boring?" Kurt asked suddenly as Blaine rolled his hips in time to the music.

The question made Blaine quirk up both brows in confusion. Where had that come from?

"Fuck no. You're the most interesting fucking man in Ohio. Hell, most interesting PERSON for that matter."

Kurt sighed and explained his thinking, "I mean... it's just that I don't do anything really risky at all. Puck is busy getting in trouble all the time, Artie tried to spike the punch that one time, Santana is always challenging those around her... maybe I should be taking advantage of my youth and really putting myself out there more."

Blaine rolled his eyes and crawled himself up on the bed to lay aside Kurt, though on top of the blankets since he still quite flushed from the sex they had just finished up. "I think you're mixing up acting stupid with taking risks. You, my brave boyfriend, are always putting yourself out there. You stand up for yourself and what you believe in."

Kurt tipped his head to the side in order to look at Blaine, "Well... I mean... I've never even punched anyone - or anything for that matter. The only time I've really drank was that time I puked on Miss. Pilsbury's shoes and that scared me off of it..."

"So? You've never gotten into a fight. Trust me - not a big deal and nothing worth making a stink about. As for drinking, all you have to do is ask and I'll bring some from home."

Kurt sighed softly and rolled his head back to look up at the ceiling. "I don't know... Maybe I'm just talking nonsense... or maybe you should have been Tony."

"Is this what this is about?" Blaine prompted, knowing fully well it was.

"Yes... and no... but mostly yes. Tony was in a gang, left it, and then fought against his old friends in order to try and smooth things over between the gangs so he could be with Maria... only to have to kill the other gang leader and then he also died.... I mean... I love the play, I love the romance... but I don't really connect with that anger and fighting spirit."

"Most people would say that's a good thing babe." Blaine noted.

Kurt shrugged up his shoulders a little. "I just worry that I play it TOO safe."

Blaine wrapped an arm around Kurt's waist and scooted closer to huddle against the gorgeous man by him. "You let me in and I'm not exactly considered safe."

That made Kurt smile, and he admitted, "You are. Most people just don't know it."

If Blaine hadn't been so insecure about where he stood with Kurt, that little comment wouldn't have bothered him at all, but because his thoughts about his future with Kurt had been at the forefront of his mind lately, it did bother him. Kurt thought he was safe. As in, he wasn't exciting or challenging or enthralling. Maybe Blaine was being overly nitpicky about it, but it crushed him a little inside to know that Kurt might not see him as exciting.

Because, when it came down to who he was at the core, he didn't see the badass jerk he played - he saw a weak little mama's boy who did what she wanted, allowed his daddy to hit him, and would do anything his boyfriend asked without question.

Maybe it was time to change who he was at the core.

"Why are we here again?" Blaine grumbled after he pulled off the motorcycle helmet. Kurt had asked him to take him to Dalton after school the next day.

"I have tickets for opening night for all my Warbler friends." Kurt explained again.

Blaine nodded quietly, and just followed after Kurt as they went into the building which was too clean, and too expensive. Honestly it reminded Blaine of his own house - where all the little details in the architecture had been painstakingly ordered and paid for.

As they walked down the hall and down a staircase, they heard singing. Kurt smiled and picked up his pace, leading Blaine to the same room where Blaine had consoled Kurt after that canary had died last year. Within that room, was a cluster of boys, all singing together in their little blazers.

He wasn't surprised when Kurt joined in on their routine.

He watched, leaning back against the couch with his helmet in one hand, at they encircled what was probably a teacher in the hallway outside and serenaded her until she blushed and they filled the room back up again. When they finished up, Kurt was hugged and had his hand shaken until he announced the reason for him being there and distributed the tickets he had purchased for the group.

"And who might you be?" A boy, taller than him, with ruffled brunette hair and green eyes approached him and leaned back on the couch.

"Blaine." He said stiffly, unsure of who this kid was and why he was coming up to him and not Kurt.

"You with him?" The boy asked, nodding his head towards Kurt in question.

Blaine nodded, looking back to Kurt talk with his Warbler friends while the kid beside him continued to talk.

"My name's Sebastian."

"Sounds pretentious."

"And you sound like sex on a stick."

That made Blaine look at Sebastian again, raising a brow up as he regarded him. The smug smile plastered over the boy's face told Blaine he was more than serious, and if there was any question about it, it was gone when he spoke again.

"Really now... if you ever want to make things really exciting for you... you should call on me."

Blaine found himself momentarily lost for words. People didn't hit on him. Ever. Apart from Kurt, whom he had to pursue, he had no idea how he must look to other gay guys.

So he found himself both mistrusting, and intrigued by the prep boy beside him. He glanced over to Kurt, to make sure this wasn't some kind of test, finding Kurt still talking with some friends across the room and apparently having forgotten Blaine was there at all. Sometimes, he felt more like a prop than a person.

"I'm sure he bottoms well enough, but he's clearly limited in experience. Someone like you has to want something a little more... exciting." Sebastian drawled out beside him, purposely hanging on certain words and sounds to make it sound like he was purring. God, that was arousing.

Fuck. Keep it together Blaine.

"None of your fucking business twink." Blaine managed to stammer out, looking away from the prep again. He knew he didn't sound convincing.

"I bet you initiate all the sex..." Sebastian continued, not at all deterred by Blaine's attempt to shut up him.

"NONE of your business." Blaine again snapped, this time more insistently. God. Why was he thinking about this kid without his clothing on. What the hell was wrong with him.

"Mmmhmm... I bet you top all the time too. Does that ever get dull? I mean, I top, but I also love some good bottoming. Straight guys don't know what they're missing."

It's too much for Blaine. His entire body goes tense and still and he pulls his eyes away from Sebastian. "Fuck right off...." He hisses.

"Is that an invitation hot stuff? Because, believe me, there would be a lot of fucking getting us off."

Blaine can't say anything to that. Won't say anything to that. His mind can't even wrap around it. He keeps his eyes glued to Kurt, watching him smile and laugh as he visits with his old prep school friends. If his dad had signed the papers, Blaine might have been here in Dalton. He would have been one of these prep school boys, and even then his path would have crossed with Kurt's. Or... it might have crossed with Sebastians.

"Look. I can tell that he doesn't say anything good about you so you clearly doubt how attractive you must be. So here's my number..." He drops a card into Blaine's helmet. What teenager carries a card? "... call me when you're tired of being his accessory."

Sebastian stands up and moves off then. Out of the room, without even paying any mind to Kurt. Blaine looks at the card in his helmet with curiosity. Gingerly, he picks it out and looks at it, turning it between his fingers thoughtfully.

Sebastian Smythe
(614) 555-6969

Somehow he's not surprised that Sebastian has dual 69's in his phone number.

"If you see any of Rachel's posters, feel free to tear them down." Kurt grumbles as he leans up by the lockers. Blaine is collecting his books for the next class.

"Bad day babe?" Blaine asks, shutting the locker once he's gotten what he's needed. Now that he's paying more attention, he has found he's usually the one asking how Kurt's day is, and not the reverse. It plays out like a script. Kurt bitches about something, Blaine asks him what's going on, Kurt vents. No wonder Kurt thinks Blaine is dull.

He gets a sigh out of Kurt, "Nothing... just... pissed. Oh who am I kidding!" Kurt launches into a whole tirade about Rachel then and her diva ways. Blaine finds himself tuning out the rant he's heard so many times before, just watches Kurt's gorgeously pink and plump lips and imagines them around his cock instead.

It's been awhile since that happened too.

"Blaine?" Kurt asks, bring Blaine back into the moment. He shakes his head and nods towards Kurt, "Yes... sorry... got lost in thought for a moment."

"The recruiter?"

Honestly, Blaine doesn't care about Cooter Menkins, the recruiter visiting from Ohio State. It's awkward to watch him and Coach Beiste not-flirt together in the locker room. He knows that several of the players have their futures hitched on the man, Finn among them, and Kurt has probably heard nothing but talk about the recruiter from Finn this week.

"No. Not the recruiter." Blaine admits as they begin their walk to class.

"What then?"

Blaine glances sidelong at Kurt, who looks genuinely interested. Blaine bites.

"I think you maybe had something the other night... about being risky. I think you and I should do something fun."

"Oh?" Kurt asks, hooking his elbow with Blaine's. Blaine knows he has Kurt's interest peaked then because he doesn't often show this much physical attention towards Blaine in the halls.

"Yes... so... I know a guy who knows a guy... " Sebastian, he thinks. "And we should get some fake ID's and go to Scandals tomorrow night."

"The gay bar?" Kurt squeaks.

Blaine nods. He's glad Kurt hasn't asked about the guy he knows, because then he'd have to admit to calling Sebastian. He didn't burn the card and he should have. He called Sebastian, and let that little prep twink talk him into coffee, and then during coffee he had let himself bathe in the compliments he got from Sebastian. He couldn't... wouldn't... do anything more than that, but it felt good to be someone other than Kurt's hardass boyfriend. It felt good to be appreciated on his own, without the history and reputation. Sebastian was the one who knew how to get them the fake ID's, and Sebastian was the one who suggested Scandals - apparently as he was a regular there.

"Yes. Let's go drink and have some fun." Blaine says, watching the thoughts pass through Kurt's eyes.

Kurt nods.

"You're right. Now is the time to be adventurous."

"Mine says my name is Chaz Donaldsworth... from Hawaii...." Kurt said as he scanned the ID. His face with puckered with sourness as he looked it over and finally stated, "This isn't going to work... the guy looks nothing like me."

Blaine slid an arm around Kurt's waist as they moved to the door together. "Don't worry. Mine says I'm thirty eight. I don't really think they care..."

Sure enough, they were allowed to pass into Scandals - out of the night and into Drag Queen Wednesday. Blaine's eyes needed a moment to adjust to the sheer volume of neon lighting and man skin all over the place, but when they refocused, he saw Sebastian at the bar waving them over.

"Isn't that the new Warbler... Samson or something...?" Kurt said behind gritted teeth to Blaine as he waved back.

"Sebastian." Blaine clarified simply, leading the way as they walked over.

"Well hello there. I took the liberty of ordering you both beers since I heard a cab is in order tonight." Sebastian handed them each a brown bottle which Blaine thanked him for. Kurt, looked at Sebastian curiously, then at Blaine questioningly, holding the bottle of the beer by it's neck and otherwise ignoring the perfectly good alcohol available to him.

"How interesting of you to hear that..." Kurt said towards Sebastian, looking at Blaine the whole time. It hit Blaine then, that Sebastian had let it slip that they had talked before this.

"Sebastian got us the ID's." Blaine offered in explanation, hastily taking another sip of beer.

"Well then. I guess I have to thank you." Kurt's eyes flitted over to Sebastian, who was wearing his own smug grin. Blaine saw that not only did Kurt not reciprocate the grin, but that he was looking Sebastian up and down the same way he did an outfit he didn't like.

"Mind if I dance with your boyfriend Kurt?" Sebastian asked and Blaine could feel the cool air coming off Kurt immediately as he hissed out.

"Be my guest."

So Blaine went to the dance floor with Sebastian while Kurt propped himself up on a stool and watched. Sebastian knew exactly how to move his body, curving it in ways that made Blaine's eyes follow the lines of his body and before long, Blaine had finished off his first, second, and now third beer and was dancing still with Sebastian who seemed to have no end of energy.

It was after he spun in place that he saw him. Kurt was still at the bar, talking with David Karofsky. He could see Karofsky leaning in, smiling, and talking fluidly with Kurt who was actually laughing at something Karofsky had said.

"Mmm... the bear cub's got an eye on your boyfriend killer." Sebastian said behind him, his lips right up by Blaine's ear so Blaine could feel his breath in his ear. It sent a shiver down his spine, but his eyes were still glued to the scene even though he still danced back against Sebastian whose hands had settled on his waist as they continued to dance in time.

"He come here often?" Blaine murmured backwards to Sebastian, groaning softly as a bulge in Sebastian's pants bumped against his rear.

"Mmmm... he does. It's a shame he doesn't have a nicer body... maybe a body like yours... because he so wants to be fucked good..."

Blaine winced his eyes shut, trying to think of the least sexy things he could. The sweat, the alcohol, the music, and Sebastian so close and talking about fucking. How could he be faulted for being aroused?

"You ever get fucked good killer? Or do you have to do all the work?"

Blaine moaned softly, slitting his eyes open to keep tabs on the conversation between Kurt and Karofsky. "I like topping..."

"Do you? I think you just like being in control." Sebastian's fingers were digging under Blaine's belt, using it to lead him in dance with Sebastian and keeping him pulled back against Sebastian who was using dancing as a cover to rut against Blaine's backside.

"You... fuck...." Blaine shook his head, "You don't know fuck all Sebastian."

"Let me guess. Daddy issues?"

That snapped Blaine back into some semblance of consciousness and he spun in spot, looking at Sebastian. How did he know? What did he know?

Sebastian looked smug. Did he ever look anything else but smug though? "You topping boys are all the same.... you don't want to give up any control because you want that power."

So it was a guess based on what Sebastian knew. Blaine relaxed, if only slightly. Sebastian wasn't a weird stalker or anything - he was just an overly horny preppie who paid close attention to the guys he fucked around with. Blaine wondered just how many guys Sebastian had slept with.

"Maybe I like topping because my boyfriend has a fabulous ass that I love to look at."

Sebastian laughed at that, putting his hands back onto Blaine's hips and dancing along with him again. "You afraid to be a real fag and let a cock in you? Or maybe your boyfriend doesn't have a cock that's worthy of your ass."

Blaine narrowed his eyes a little. He had been enjoying just the dancing and the flirting, but when it came to Kurt, Blaine wasn't alright with Sebastian talking shit about him. Leaning forward and whispering into Sebastian's ear, Blaine mouthed a response softly, with the most sultry voice he could summon.

"His cock is ten times what yours could ever be."

That caused Sebastian to break into another fit of laughter, and the two of them resumed dancing together while Blaine kept an eye on the conversation at the bar. He really didn't like how close Karofsky was getting to Kurt or how Kurt was smiling so brightly at the asshole who had been the cause of most of Kurt's pain last year.

Thank goodness the beer kept coming.

At some point, well after Blaine had lost the ability to keep track of Kurt or keep track of his own feet for that matter, Kurt cut in on the dance floor and ground up against Blaine. Blaine desperately wanted to grind back against Kurt to show him how sexy Blaine thought he was, but with all the alcohol in him, he could barely stay up on his feet - let alone get it up.

It didn't seem to bother Kurt, or at least Blaine didn't see him being bothered by it. They were both completely drunk and uninhibited. By this point Blaine was completely saturated with his own sweat from having spent the whole night dancing, but Kurt didn't seem phased by that either. Their lips found one another's occasionally, and sloppily kissed.

Blaine didn't know what had happened to Sebastian, or Karofsky for that matter. In his fuzzy, light headed state of mind, Blaine only saw Kurt.

At some point they stumbled out of the bar, completely falling on one another and giggling at something. Damned if Blaine knew what was so funny, but they were feeding off the laughter of one another.

"Hey killer."

Sebastian was outside the bar. Both Blaine and Kurt looked up and Blaine continued giggling, though on seeing Sebastian, Kurt stopped.

"Why are you calling my boyfriend that?" Kurt said, his words were slurred, but he was trying to hold himself up higher as he addressed Sebastian.

"Look at him... he's fucking hot. A real killer." Sebastian explained. Sebastian, who didn't seem any worse for wear despite drinking just as much as Blaine had earlier.

"He's... MY... boyfriend though." Kurt snapped, and damn, that was hot. Blaine watched his boyfriend with wide, glazed over eyes.

"For now... until he gets bored of you anyhow."

*SMACK!*

The sound of the punch reached Blaine's ears before his eyes seemed able to translate the scene in front of him. Kurt had punched Sebastian - right in the nose. Now Kurt was looking at his fist, which was still held out in front of him, in a blend of amusement and surprise. Sebastian let out a small wail and covered up his nose. Blaine could see that it was bleeding through Sebastian's fingers.

"Kurt... what the... you fucking punched him!"

Kurt let out a small victory cry and did a small dance in place. "I punched him! I punched him!"

Blaine looked back and forth between Sebastian and Kurt. What the hell had just happened?

Sebastian managed to slink out while Kurt hopped around, back into the nightclub and hopefully to clean himself up. He hadn't been knocked out and the worst of it was probably a bruised, bloody nose. Blaine knew his punches and face trauma.

Kurt bounded over to him then and proudly displayed his fist, red around the knuckles. "I punched him!"

"Fuck... Kurt... why'd you do that?"

Kurt blinked a few times, not seeming to understand Blaine. Had he spoken in a foreign language?

"Sebastian was nice to me... I don't have a lot of friends... and you punched him...." Blaine whined, talking with his hands as well as his mouth as he gestured wildly.

"But... he was making passes at you, and you spent most of the night on the dance floor with him!"

"Fuck Kurt. You spent most of the night flirting with Karofsky of all people!" Blaine snapped.

Kurt's eyes narrowed back at Blaine, "Yes. I did. He wasn't too busy grinding against some jerk on the dance floor and leaving me all alone to watch."

"Well maybe it's fucking nice to feel a little bit desired now and then!"

Kurt's eyes became saucers. "You think I don't desire you? BLAINE! I'm with you, I get aroused by you even when I probably shouldn't, what the hell more do you want?!"

Blaine tried to think, really he did, but his brain was a mess right now, and so were his feelings. "Fuck!" He swung his arms out and spun in place. "I don't... I don't know...."

"Tell me!" Kurt demanded.

Blaine stopped his spinning, looking at Kurt sadly, "I... I'm going to walk home...."

He didn't know what else to do. His brain couldn't register anything else. So Blaine started walking in the direction of his house, and it would take awhile, but maybe then he could regain some semblance of clarity and understand what had happened tonight. He heard Kurt yell after him, but he didn't hear him follow, so Blaine found himself alone quickly. At least, alone with his thoughts.

His legs burned. Not just from walking, but all the dancing that had come before. Walking home took well over two hours, and by the time he was home, he was still light headed, but probably clear minded enough to be considered mostly sober.

Yet when he saw what was waiting for him at home, he wished he was still drunk.

Boxes and bags were haphazardly piled in the front entrance. His mother had her classical music blaring, and he was greeted with not one, but two voices.

"Blaine!" was his mother's.

"Boy." was his father's.

They were there, together, his other holding onto his father's arm while he father stood there, grinning all too much for Blaine's liking.

"What... why is he here?" Blaine spat.

"Oh sweetie... your father has come to his senses, just like I told you. He's moving back in."

His father continued to smirk at Blaine and Blaine could feel all the fire within him rise up.

"He's not supposed to be here. He's supposed to stay away. The court order..."

" - Can be dealt with in the morning by the lawyers!" His mother interrupted, and god did he hate her right now. "This is what's for the best. You'll just tell them not to worry about it anymore."

"No."

"Excuse me?" His mother piqued.

"No."

"Now don't be an idiot boy. Listen to your mother." His father said, earning a supportive pat on the shoulder from his mother.

Blaine could feel his breath coming quickly now as his heart rate increased. He wanted to hit that man, so badly.... but his mother... she was smiling and so happy in this moment, even though Blaine knew it was just another deception... just a false reality she was embracing.

So he turned and walked right back out the door, ignoring both of their calls after him. He was glad he kept the keys to his motorcycle on him always, and though he knew he shouldn't do it, he got on and drove back to the abandoned drive-in theatre.

And that's where he fell asleep that night, though only after he had emptied his tear ducts.

Blaine had managed to get through the school day, and the opening night performance despite being exhausted and feeling more fragile than he ever had. He hadn't spoken much to Kurt throughout the day - just simple yes and no questions and answers, and though he could feel Kurt's eyes on him consistently, Kurt didn't say anything more either.

Kurt made the show though. Whenever Kurt was onstage, Blaine could see the audience still themselves and watch him intently. Not Rachel, not anyone else, but Kurt.

He was a real star.

Kurt was still on the stage well after the show was done and the audience had cleared out. Blaine had looked for him afterwards, thinking he might have still been signing autographs or in the change room, but no, Kurt was practicing his dance moves on the stage.

"You were amazing tonight..." Blaine said softly, coming out of the shadows from behind the curtains to where Kurt was doing a jump.

Kurt stopped and looked at Blaine. "I... I messed up that move... I wanted to practice it..."

"You were perfect." Blaine insisted, stopping a foot away from Kurt and shuffling his feet like a damned little girl with their schoolboy crush in front of them. "All your Warbler friends were in the audience too."

"Sebastian wasn't." Kurt said, mentioning what Blaine already knew.

"Kurt... I don't care at all about Sebastian. He doesn't mean a thing to me."

Kurt reached out to take one of Blaine's hands and Blaine felt his heart fill with the action. That touch meant everything would be alright... it would be alright.

"Here.... hand against your heart." Kurt said softly, placing Blaine's hand to his heart and holding it there.

"Like the play?"

"Like the play."

They smiled at one another and then Kurt spoke again.

"I'm sorry... if I haven't been making you feel wanted. I was just... worried."

Blaine raised an eyebrow, "What? What about?"

Kurt took in a deep breath and released it slowly. "I just... it seems like all we do is have sex and hang out... Blaine... I just felt like... maybe you think I'm not a serious thing for you, and I'm a silly romantic. I want there to be more than that."

Oh.

"Kurt...." Blaine leaned in and their lips pressed together in what had to have been the sweetest kiss they had ever shared. It wasn't rough, or demanding, or hungry - it was soft, gentle, and loving.

When they pulled apart, Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck and looked into his eyes with the same love that had existed in that kiss. "You take my breath away..."

"I was so proud of you tonight... up on that stage... the star you were meant to be... and not just proud of you tonight.... but always. I want always with you Kurt." Blaine admitted, wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist and pulling him as close as he could get.

Kurt sniffed softly as Blaine spoke. "I hope I make you proud... I want to make you proud. You more than anyone..."

"Oh babe..." Blaine kissed the boy's cheek and nuzzled it gently. "Will you be my date for Artie's get together tonight?"

"No."

"No?"

"Come home with me."

Blaine's heart leapt further than it had in a long time and he pulled back to look into those beautiful blue eyes. "Okay."

Getting to Kurt's house seemed to take way too long, and they snuck past Finn and Rachel snuggling in the living room to escape into Kurt's room. From Kurt's bedroom door to his bed, their clothing was shed and they crawled up beside one another in the bed.

It wasn't like their usual foreplay... for starters, there was foreplay. Blaine usually went straight for what he wanted on Kurt and did the minimum amount of prep needed. Tonight though was different. Tonight, for the first time, they had talked about a future together - even if it was a brief mention. Somehow, that made things different, and so much more special.

"Kurt...?"

"Hmmm?" Kurt was busy kissing Blaine's neck and that was all the response he gave.

"I want you tonight..."

Kurt's lashes fluttered up and he smiled coyly at Blaine, "I thought that was already established..."

Blaine swallowed. If he was going to be with this boy... no... this man forever, he wanted to give him everything. "No... I mean... I want you.."

Kurt took a moment to seem to understand, but when he did it was obvious as his eyebrows lifted and his mouth made that luscious little o shape. Then a nod.

Blaine would let Kurt have control.

Kurt reached over Blaine and dug into his nightstand, digging for lube which was victoriously pulled up. The movement on top of him made Blaine groan and his hips thrust forward of their own accord, rutting needily against Kurt's side.

He didn't miss Kurt's soft, breathless gasp - not like he usually did when he was too focused on just fulfilling his own need for a fuck. He was noticing everything this time - from the way Kurt rolled his tongue in a counterclockwise motion against his neck when he came back from collecting the lube, to the way their cocks seems to pulse together in synchronization as they ground against one another.

Blaine whimpered when Kurt's hands reached down to grab his asscheeks, and then pressed his body into Kurt's hold, "Come on babe... I want you... I want you in me."

"I don't know what to do...." Kurt whispered to Blaine, looking down his body and then back up to Blaine. Blaine could feel Kurt's breathing increase. He was nervous, and Kurt's hesitation made Blaine's cock ache more. As Kurt froze in place, his movements paused, Blaine groaned and wrapped his arms around Kurt, pulling him closer and into another gentle kiss. As they caught each other's lips, Kurt's hands thawed and began roaming over Blaine's backside again.

Kurt seemed to gain all the confidence he needed when he slid a finger over Blaine's untouched hole and Blaine pushed himself against it, moaning lowly. The lube is cracked open and Kurt's oiled finger is soon drawing gently over the entrance, teasing Blaine.

"Please..." Blaine murmured up to Kurt, eyes glossed over with love as he watched Kurt take a tentative breath and slowly slide the solitary finger into Blaine, as slow as possible and all the while keeping his eyes locked with Blaine to ensure everything is alright.

He should have been this gentle with Kurt the first time.

The stretch was different than anything Blaine had ever felt. He had watched enough porn to know that gay guys regularly fingered themselves and prepped themselves, but he had never done it to himself. His breath hitched and it felt like his heart stayed still while the finger when into him and pushed past the tight ring of muscle, but he kept his eyes steady on Kurt, and even moaned softly, so he knew it was alright and didn't panic.

Once the finger was up to the knuckle, Kurt stopped, "Are you -"

"More." Blaine insisted, cutting Kurt off and trying to push his ass down against Kurt's hand to the boy's surprise.

Kurt nodded, pushing his finger in all the way and then slowly, and tentatively, thrusting the finger in and out of Blaine as deeply as he could. Before long, the pain of the stretch was replaced with the need for more, and Kurt, seeming to pick up on Blaine's relaxing, lubed a second finger and slid it in with the first, just as gently as he had before. Again he felt stretched apart, moreso when Kurt began to twist his fingers apart inside of him, and it was all Blaine could do not to whimper under Kurt's touch. He felt so sensitive, and his muscles kept clenching around Kurt's fingers with no indication they were going to relax - yet he wanted more again before he knew it.

"Please Kurt.... I want you. Just you."

"Shhhh..." Kurt leaned down and gently pressed a warm kiss to Blaine's abdomen, so tauntingly close to the head of his cock. "Let me make sure you're ready for me."

Blaine groaned, but didn't argue. Kurt continue to stretch him out slowly, adding a dollop of lube every now and then. Blaine felt Kurt curl his fingers up inside him and then on the next push in, he couldn't help himself - he cried out and bucked up in place. The electrical shock from his prostrate spreading out over him like a hot flash of pleasure.

Kurt stopped, his fingers hovering inside of Blaine as he whimpered and whined, coming completely undone with that touch.

"Are you alright Blaine...?" Kurt asked, panic underlying in his whisper.

"Oh god! Do it again! Please! FUCKING please!"

Kurt chuckled a little and the fingers began moving in and out, bouncing off that bundle of nerves again and again until Blaine's face was covered in sweat and he was so close to coming. He needed more.

"Kurt.... please." He whined.

Kurt seemed to understand the urgency, and Blaine heard as the lube was slicked over Kurt's cock. Fingers were pulled out from him, making him whine yet again, this time for the loss of stimulus in him. He wasn't going to wait though, the taste of what he had with those fingers inside him had him in a frenzy. As Kurt began to move his cock into place behind Blaine, Blaine rocked his hips down, catching the tip of Kurt's cock in his needy pucker.

As Kurt gasped, Blaine hooked his legs around the back of Kurt and used the leverage to pull himself down over Kurt's cock. Two fingers wasn't enough to prepare himself for the girth of his boyfriend's cock, which simultaneously felt like it was going to tear him up from the inside and made him feel the most pleasure he had ever known. Kurt tried to keep the movement slow, but Blaine needed it, needed to feel full and taken and claimed.

"Please... babe... I want you... please."

Kurt trembled a little as he began to move back and forth, cooing softly to Blaine and telling him to let him know if he needed Kurt to stop or slow down. Blaine didn't want either of those things. He wanted Kurt as close to him, and as connected to him as was possible. Between raspy breaths, he pulled Kurt down by the shoulders and sucked his lower lip into his mouth.

The pace quickened then, but was never anything like the fast and hungry sex they usually had - even when Kurt began to thrust faster, it was still with gentleness and love. Their hands roamed freely, with a nipple played with here, and a thigh stroked there - all the while keeping their lips firmly connected.

It was when he felt the muscles begin to clench tightly around Kurt that he broke away from the kiss, moaning into the air, "Oh god... oh god..."

Kurt's hips increased their speed, jerking forward with a will of their own. A hand was wrapped around Blaine's cock and between that and the fill in his ass, he couldn't contain himself any longer. For a moment, it was as if he had stopped breathing and his heart stopped beating. He didn't hear the cry he made, yet he knew he had made it. The explosion inside him was nothing like what he was used to, and yet still so familiar.

Even the post-orgasm was amazing. His body trembled around Kurt, who slammed himself up into Blaine one final time and then held himself there with a cry of his own. Blaine could feel warmth in him, and felt more full than before. He felt... marked. He loved it.

Then they laid together, chest to chest, each breathing heavily and seemingly unable to move. The come between them from Blaine making a slick squelching sound as they slid more and more into each other, holding one another close.

Kurt was actually the first one to try and pull away, but Blaine held him in place. "No."

"No?"

"No. I don't want to be separated from you."

Kurt hummed softly, resting himself back down on Blaine gently, and curling a finger into Blaine's chest hair, "Never."

One word. That one word made everything okay for Blaine.