Blaine sat on the edge of the bed, pressing his palms against his naked thighs to literally stop them from shaking. Just the other side of the bedroom curtain, so close he could almost touch them, Blaine could hear Kurt greeting his dad and stepmom. He teasingly chastised them for not warning him they would be arriving so early, but all the same he was obviously ecstatic to see them. Kurt's dad, who meant the whole world to Kurt, was just a few feet away from Blaine, and Blaine wasn't sure he could handle it.

Of course Blaine was in love with Kurt, but in many ways they didn't really know each other. Their relationship was so new - All those little things that you found out about in time in a relationship were unknowns for both of them at the moment, and beyond knowing they were intensely attracted to one another and had many shared interests, who knew if Kurt would still like Blaine when he got to know him better.

Blaine felt sick. Well a combination of sick, dizzy and feeling as though he had a bunch of rocks sitting in the bottom of his stomach. Sitting here this morning, Blaine felt as good as someone Kurt had just picked up at a bar the night before and brought home for some fun and frolicking. Not true, he knew, but in the eyes of Burt Hummel that's probably how it would look, and Blaine really wasn't that type of guy.

The fact that there had been no 'actual' sex taken place last night was irrelevant, as Blaine wasn't about to go out there and explain to Burt Hummel precisely what had taken place to assure him his son still had some virtue left.

When he'd first woken up this morning, Blaine felt the happiest he'd felt in a long time. He may well be making a lot of this up in his head, but suddenly, in the blink of an eye, he now felt sleazy and a little bit unworthy of Kurt Hummel. Kurt was amazing, and Blaine was... well just plain and boring, and an idiot for dreaming that Kurt would really want him for a boyfriend.

Blaine could hear Kurt and his parents moving further into the apartment, probably to the kitchen area as he thought he could detect the sound of mugs chinking together. Kurt would of course be making them coffee. After all, a man who owned a coffee shop would obviously have a good supply at home too.

Blaine felt safe to move now that activities had moved further away from the bedroom, and he gingerly got up and crept over to open the top drawer of Kurt's chest. He helped himself to some clean underwear. He could return it at some point, and then remembering what he was about to do, Blaine realised he would probably end up keeping it. The rest of his clothes from the day before were respectable enough for now he decided as he quickly dressed, stuffing all his other belongings into his bag.

Then Blaine did something that he knew he was going to loathe himself for. He was a coward and a despicable human being, and deep down he knew Kurt would be upset, but he slipped out from behind the bedroom curtain and silently slid the apartment door open enough to squeeze through and then shut it again quietly behind him. All unnoticed by the other apartment occupants.

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Blaine regretted it before he had even got back to his own apartment. No matter how much Kurt hated him after this, it wouldn't matter, because Blaine hated himself more. He quickly texted Kurt a quick 'sorry' as he walked briskly along, promptly turning his phone off straight after. He wasn't ready to face the repercussions of his actions quite yet. Frankly Blaine Anderson was a horrible person, he knew that, and Kurt was about to find that out too.

He had neither the courage or the inclination to turn his phone back on once he was home. He was pretty sure his absence would have been noticed by now, even if Kurt hadn't spotted his text. Blaine's only aim at the moment was to wallow in self pity and exclude himself from civilised society. At some point he would no doubt be having to find a new job, and probably explain himself to Kurt - but not yet.

A hot shower didn't take away any of Blaine's self loathing, so as a last resort he buried himself in bed and exhaustedly drifted off to sleep.

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It was several hours later when Blaine cracked his eyes open, a bright ray of sun streaming in through his bedroom window. He blinked himself awake, rapidly remembering the events of this morning. He audibly groaned at the recollection, throwing his head back down into his pillow in frustration.

He staggered to the kitchen to switch his coffee machine on. He couldn't think before he had a coffee. Everything was better after coffee. Right?

Blaine sat on the couch, his latest college assignment spread around him, the television playing in the background. Three cups of coffee, and several hours after setting himself up for the afternoon, not one iota of work had been done. Realistically Blaine had just been trying to distract himself from Kurt. His stunningly gorgeous boyfriend (or maybe ex boyfriend) who he'd only managed to be in an official relationship with for less than 24 hours before he'd messed things up badly. Blaine glared at his phone which he'd slung on the coffee table - he didn't think he'd ever be brave enough to switch it back on.

Just when Blaine was trying to decide which grossly unhealthy takeout food he was going to order for his dinner, or whether to just sink himself into some beers for the evening, there was a loud knock at the door. Probably Sam, trying to drag him to some bar or other. He was pretty sure it wouldn't be Kurt at any rate. He was probably busy entertaining his family, or at least he hoped he would be.

The knocking persisted. Blaine chewed on his bottom lip. He prayed on all things holy that the caller would go away if he just ignored it. He was not up for any visitors tonight - seriously. He glanced down at the scruffy sweats and T-shirt he had thrown on after his shower - he definitely wasn't dressed for visitors either.

After five minutes of constant knocking, Blaine couldn't stand it any longer. There was either a dire emergency, or it was someone who knew him well enough to know he was probably at home and was ignoring the banging on the door. Blaine braced himself as he got up to answer the door. As he suspected he was faced with Kurt, baring a look reminiscent of Blaine's first meeting with him when he'd gone into the shop to ask about a job. Before he'd known the real Kurt - the one he loved.

No words were spoken, but Blaine stepped back to open the door wide enough for Kurt to come in. Having spent considerable time and effort getting Blaine to actually open his door, it was unlikely that Kurt would refuse the gesture, no matter how angry he might be. More the pity Blaine thought to himself as he shakily closed the door behind them both.

Blaine had rarely seen Kurt's scary side, and certainly never directed at him. His towering presence in skinny tight tight jeans and calf length laced boots made Blaine feel like a small boy hauled before the headmaster. Kurt surprised Blaine, however, by giving a big sigh and relaxing his face a little. "I just don't know if I should be pissed, or sorry... Or what. Help me here Blaine."

Blaine lifted his eyes from where he had been inexplicably staring at Kurt's boots, and looked into his concerned face. He scrunched his face in self disgust. "I'm sorry. Really sorry... God just be pissed and shout at me or something, because heavens, I'm angry with myself, and I'd deserve it..."

"Blaine..." Kurt said softly, reaching to cup his cheek. "Let's go and talk. I'm not angry. I was scared I'd misread the signs. Scared I'd lost you. Have I lost you?" Kurt's voice cracked as Blaine led him towards the couch.

"I just panicked, and did a really stupid thing." Blaine thought it was best to be honest. They sat carefully side by side not quite touching, neither if them knowing quite where this was going.

Kurt looked like he was considering his response, but Blaine carried on, wanting to explain himself. "Look Kurt." Blaine reached to hold Kurt's hand as he spoke, causing Kurt to look him right in the eye. "For some bizarre reason people always seem to think I'm this really put together guy who knows exactly the right things to do and say, when in reality I've absolutely no idea what I'm doing. I guess I must appear confident - I don't know, but all I am is a big idiot most of the time. So if you hadn't realised already what a douchebag I am, you know now..... And anyway where's your dad? God knows what he must think of me."

Kurt smiled, squeezing Blaine's hand. "Calm down," he said softly, "I love you for being you.. You make me happy - and I haven't felt truly happy in a long time. And I don't know about you, but I think we might actually have some sort of future together... Or I hope we might.." Kurt paused slightly, "We are okay, aren't we?"

Blaine nodded vigorously, trying to keep the tears that were threatening, from falling. "I can't believe you're giving me another chance," he choked.

"Oh Blaine..." Kurt's eyes grew wide. "You've no idea how adorable you are, have you?And if you're worried about my dad, then don't. I just told him you had to meet up with some friends to do an assignment for college, and that you probably hadn't realised it had got so late."

"Oh."

"There aren't many people I'd lie to my dad for, Blaine..."

"Mmm. Oh...Okay.." Blaine lifted his head to look at Kurt. "...um...where are your parents now?"

"They've just gone to meet up with some friend of my dad's and his wife, an old school friend. We've arranged to meet up at my shop for a late breakfast tomorrow morning before they go off to do a bit of shopping and sightseeing."

Kurt leaned down to kiss Blaine on the lips. "You're invited to breakfast tomorrow too. I'd really like you to come. I'm sorry if I put you in an uncomfortable position this morning and all. I hadn't planned for it to work out like that, but I'd like you to meet my dad if you think you'd like to. I can't wait for dad and Carole to meet you - they'll love you,"

"Yes.. Yes of course I'll come." Blaine shifted himself to snuggle against Kurt's warm body, "I've had a shitty day - and I'm just glad you're here now. I'd really like another chance to meet your dad, and Carole, she sounds nice too."

"Good," Kurt pressed a kiss to Blaine's head. "Right. I was wondering are you busy right now?" Kurt asked, glancing at Blaine's papers spread over the other end of the couch.

"I was just trying to distract myself." Blaine huffed a small laugh. "It wasn't working."

"Did you want some company this evening? If you don't that's fine - I'd understand... But I missed you today, which probably sounds crazy, and I was kind of hoping you might fancy a takeaway and a movie?"

"...and a cuddle?" Blaine pouted.

"I'd never turn down a cuddle," Kurt smiled.

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An hour into Moulin Rouge and one pizza later, Kurt declared he felt a little overdressed. "I don't suppose you have some sweats I could borrow do you?" Kurt sat up straight and began slowly unlacing his boots - a strangely erotic action which had Blaine's stomach flip flopping at an alarming rate. "You look so comfortable in yours.."

"Sure..that's fine," Blaine said, heading off to his bedroom before his reaction to Kurt's boot unlacing became too obvious. "Anyway I did borrow some of your underwear this morning," Blaine commented over his shoulder as he walked, "so that seems fair."

As Blaine fished sweats and a soft comfortable t-shirt out for Kurt, Kurt appeared behind him, startling him slightly. He looped his arms around Blaine's waist and hooked his chin over Blaine's shoulder. "I hope my underwear was to your satisfaction Mr Anderson," Kurt drawled, catching Blaine's eye in the mirror in front of them both.

Blaine raised his eyebrows at Kurt's reflection, smiling back at him. "Mmm... They're perfect.. Um were perfect - when I was still wearing them." Blaine blushed as Kurt pressed close behind him, remembering that he was wearing no underwear at all under his sweatpants. Nothing to contain his rapidly growing erection that was beginning to tent his pants at an embarrassingly obvious angle. Nothing to stop the small wet patch that was beginning to seep into the material in reaction to Kurt pressing in close behind him. Blaine was in trouble.

"Oh?" Kurt didn't miss a thing. "Commando, huh?"

"Coffee." Blaine cried out. "I'll make some coffee," He turned to Kurt, thrusting the clothes into his arms, and quickly exiting the room. Kurt had probably noticed him trying to rearrange his erection with his hand as he walked away, Blaine was sure. A waste of time anyway, as his cock gave a large throb at the pressure of his hand, the wet patch doubling in size.

Blaine almost laughed as he stood motionless in front of the coffee machine. Perhaps he should just take his pants off and give Kurt a big surprise. He probably seemed ridiculous already, so things couldn't get much worse.

Kurt obviously hadn't thought Blaine was being ridiculous, as he headed out of the bedroom a few minutes later. He gave Blaine a twirl, showing off his new casual attire. Blaine blushed even more at the sight of Kurt wearing his sweats slung low over his hips and the slightly too short t-shirt, revealing a delicious strip of skin above Kurt's waistband.

"What do you think?" Kurt smiled, as Blaine stared a little open mouthed.

"You... I... Um.." Blaine stuttered. "Um.. Coffee. I'm making coffee."

"Yes... So you said," Kurt smiled, swinging his hips as he sauntered closer to Blaine. Throb, throb, throb. Oh. He was so turned on he felt dizzy. The sight of Kurt looking so wonderful in his borrowed clothes.... Blaine cracked.

"Kurt!... I... Oh." Kurt knew - of course he did, and before Blaine could even try to finish his sentence, Kurt had him pressed firmly up against the kitchen counter, leaving Blaine in no doubt of how hard he was too. Blaine swallowed nervously.

"Oh baby," Kurt cooed, running one hand through Blaine's thick curls, "why don't we forget the coffee for now? And you can just let me take care of you."

"You have no idea what you do to me," Blaine groaned through gritted teeth.

"Actually, I have a very good idea what I do to you," Kurt smirked, grazing Blaine's balls through his clothing with a perfectly manicured finger nail, before slowly tracing a line up the outline of Blaine's shaft and deftly circling the darkened patch of pre-come.

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Blaine really was making coffee this time. Completely naked, and blissed out happy. He'd already embarrassed himself earlier when Kurt had led him to the bedroom, by coming over Kurt's hand virtually the second he had grasped Blaine's erection. Kurt had assured him there was absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about - "why else do you think I've been teasing you all this time, Blaine!"

After that though, they had spent a long time laid out in bed, gently exploring each others' bodies. Light touches, butterfly kisses, soft caresses, culminating in them both coming, rutting together, over two hours after they'd both climbed into bed.

Blaine felt wonderful, and they still had the whole night stretching before them. He carefully carried their coffees through to the bedroom where he'd left Kurt changing the sheets. Kurt was pretty particular, and if he was going to be sleeping at Blaine's on a regular basis, Blaine was definitely going to have to get some more bedding.

"Blaine..," Kurt purred, stretching his naked body languidly on the bed, as Blaine entered the room. "Come back to bed.."

Blaine stilled, clutching the coffee cups tightly, as Kurt ran a hand across his own chest, stopping to slowly circle his left nipple. He reached out to Blaine with his other hand, silently begging him to join him on the bed. How did Blaine get this lucky?

Blaine quickly set down the cups on the table next to the bed, eager to get back to the beautiful man who was waiting for him. Despite telling Kurt only the night before he wanted to take things slow, suddenly he wanted everything with this man. Kurt wouldn't push Blaine into anything, he knew that, but already Blaine was wondering why he'd said what he'd said.

To Blaine, Kurt was perfection personified, coupled with the fact that he was more than confident in his own skin. Blaine was crazy about him: thoughts about Kurt occupying most of his waking moments as well as most of his dreams too, if the truth be told. If Kurt was going to want a lasting relationship with him, Blaine realised he was going to have to stop behaving like a jerk - running out as soon as he got scared, like he did this morning, and he'd have to start behaving like someone who was ready for a mature relationship.

Enough over thinking. Blaine climbed back on to the bed, straddling Kurt's naked stretched out body. "You're beautiful," he sighed, running his hand reverently down Kurt's muscled chest, his own cock already standing smartly to attention.

"Mmmm." Kurt breathed, grasping Blaine's cock in his fist, and running his thumb over the sensitive slit. Blaine hissed, unintentionally thrusting into Kurt's welcoming hand. "You're not so bad yourself...." Kurt shifted himself further up the bed, letting his head rest against the headboard.

"Come up here and straddle my chest." Oh... Blaine could see where this might be going, and he couldn't move fast enough.

Blaine could only repeat Kurt's name over and over hanging on to the headboard for dear life as his cock slid in and out of the heat of Kurt's mouth. His breaths becoming ragged - he knew he was going to come - far, far too soon.

"Nngh.... Kurt, he gasped.

Kurt pulled off of Blaine's cock, giving the leaking tip a small kiss. He met Blaine's wild eyes with a smile. "Don't come Blaine.... Not until I tell you." Oh my god!

Blaine felt a wave of panic sweep over him as Kurt sank back down around him. How Kurt? Just how? "I... I..," Blaine stuttered, "I'm not sure I..."

Blaine concentrated on his flexing thighs as he moved his cock in and out of Kurt's mouth. He closed his eyes, focusing on the tightening and relaxing of his upper leg muscles, trying to ignore the pleasure and the heat that was building up inside of him.

"Kurt..I... Pleeease, please, please," Blaine begged. "I.. You.." Blaine gasped as Kurt reached behind to firmly grasp Blaine's ass with both hands. Blaine then made the mistake of looking at Kurt's lips enveloping his cock so perfectly just at the same time as Kurt ran one perfectly manicured finger along the crack of his ass.

And then Blaine was coming and coming, crying out Kurt's name over and over. Kurt savoured every drop of Blaine as he jerked himself off, letting Blaine feel warm spurts of come splattering his ass.

They both panted heavily as they came down slowly, Blaine removing his hands shakily from where he'd been holding on to the headboard. He slumped down on top of Kurt, no longer able to support himself.

Kurt wrapped one arm tightly round Blaine, carding his fingers through Blaine's hair with his other hand. Then there were lots of shared soft, gentle kisses - Blaine dizzy with the taste of his own come on Kurt's lips - in between small murmurs and squirms of delight.

Kurt grinned brightly at Blaine. "That was fantastic. You're fantastic."

Blaine blushed, smiling at Kurt. "We definitely have to do that again.... "

"And Blaine..."

"Mmm?"

"I love it when you beg.." Blaine slapped Kurt's arm weakly in protest as Kurt chuckled softly.

*********

They must have drifted off to sleep. Blaine woke to Kurt slipping carefully out from underneath him. "Kurt," he whined sleepily.

"Shh," Kurt whispered, placing a soft kiss in Blaine's hair. "I'm just going to get something to clean us up."

"Okay." Blaine closed his eyes, surfacing again when a warm towel began running over his body. Then he felt Kurt pull the cover over them both, snuggling against Blaine under the warmth of the blanket.

"Kurt," Blaine murmured.

"Get some sleep, sweetheart," Kurt shushed. "We've got to meet my dad in the morning."

Oh yes.

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