Even Kurt's morning wood pressed invitingly against Blaine's hip was not enough to distract him from the fact that in just a few short hours, Blaine would be meeting Kurt's dad. He desperately wanted to make a good impression and having nearly messed everything up yesterday, he felt like he was being given a second chance.

He felt Kurt stirring next to him, his body seductively curving into Blaine's as he stretched himself awake. "Morning," Blaine smiled as Kurt blinked his eyes open and smiled back at him. Blaine couldn't help but run his hand lightly down Kurt's back and over the round ass cheek, more prominent as Kurt's leg was hooked over Blaine's calves. He revelled in the satisfied hum Kurt made in response to his actions.

"You've got nothing to worry about you know." Kurt looked into Blaine's slightly startled eyes.

"Huh?"

"About meeting my dad and Carole. They're going to love you."

"Oh... How did you know?"

Kurt giggled at Blaine's question. "Oh Blaine. I can see it in your face. But just don't worry - I want nothing more than a chance to show off my gorgeous boyfriend who means so much to me." Kurt's clever fingers skimmed gently up the length of Blaine's half hard cock, as he spoke, which promptly stood up straight against his belly, growing rapidly under the attention.

Blaine blushed. All coherency went out the window. Being complimented and attended to simultaneously did something to his brain. "Kurt," was the only word he could manage as Kurt's magic fingers continued their teasing. Kurt was good at this, Blaine thought as he fought the urgent need to move his hips.

Suddenly everything stopped. Blaine's eyes shot open. He hadn't realised, but he'd had his eyes screwed shut in an effort to stop himself from coming embarrassingly quickly over Kurt's perfectly manicured fingers. Kurt moved away and rolled himself off the bed, meeting Blaine's eyes with a smile. "A shower, I think," he announced, swaying his naked body off in the direction of the bathroom.

"Care to join me?" He threw over his shoulder, smirking at the sight of Blaine stroking his recently neglected cock. Kurt had to be doing this on purpose, and he was damn good at it. Once Blaine's brain had kicked into gear, he'd never scrambled out of bed so fast in his life.

*******

They arrived at the shop a little early. Kurt seemed to have brought an amazing supply of clothes and products with him last night, and now strode across the shop looking as stunning as ever. Blaine really couldn't believe this was his boyfriend, his life.

His thoughts went involuntarily back to earlier this morning and his heart soared. Kurt on his knees in the shower, taking Blaine's cock down the back of his throat, wrapping him in warm, wet heat and, already desperate before the shower, he was coming and coming in no time at all. Then there was Kurt jerking himself off as Blaine collapsed on the shower floor next to him, dizzy from watching Kurt swallow down every last drop of his come.

Then there'd been kissing. Blaine tasting himself on Kurt's wicked, wicked tongue. Sated, steamy kisses, celebration after they'd recovered, and then it was time to get dressed and go to breakfast.

The coffee shop door was flung open, bringing Blaine back to the present and Kurt appeared from the kitchen and was in his father's arms in a matter of seconds. The sight almost brought a tear to Blaine's eye. He just wished everyone could see this side of Kurt.

Blaine watched as Kurt moved on to kiss Carole sweetly on the cheek before running over to pull Blaine out of the chair he was sitting in with the excitement of a ten year old. "Dad, Carole, this of course is Blaine," he gushed, tugging Blaine over to his parents.

Burt, who Blaine had briefly seen in a photo in Kurt's apartment, on first appearance was absolutely nothing like Kurt. He sported a well worn baseball cap, checked shirt over a plain T-shirt and a pair of light blue jeans, probably his best pair, Blaine deduced, as he noticed the smart creases down the front. However as soon as Burt smiled at Blaine as he grasped his hand in a handshake, he could definitely see a likeness. "Pleased to meet you, Blaine. We've heard so much about you - and I'm not kidding."

Blaine caught sight of Kurt blushing a pretty shade of pink as he hovered over to the side.

"It really is a pleasure to meet you, Mr Hummel," Blaine said smoothly, "and I've heard so much about you too." He smiled broadly.

'Oh here goes the Anderson charm,' Kurt thought to himself. 'They're gonna love him. I love him.' Okay, maybe it was a bit soon for that, but Kurt's feelings were certainly edging that way.

"Oh call me Burt, son. None of this Mr Hummel nonsense. Heaven knows, I feel like I know you already." Burt smirked good humouredly releasing his grip on Blaine's hand.

"Thank you .....Burt." Blaine then turned to Carole, who pulled him into a tight motherly hug, not bothering with any formal introductions.

"I'm Carole," she said as she pulled back from Blaine. "No formal titles for me either," she smiled. "It's so nice to eventually meet you... And my goodness, you and Kurt make such a cute couple.." It was Blaine's turn to blush, but he kissed her cheek politely, managing to retain his private school charm exterior. The one that made all mothers want to mother him. The one that made Kurt want to bend him over the desk Kurt had in the corner of the kitchen, and have him begging for mercy.

Enough.

******

Now the ice had been broken, Kurt went to the kitchen to make breakfast ...and maybe calm down a bit. He insisted he didn't need any help as he rustled up a gourmet healthy (thinking of Burt's health, of course) breakfast - keen for Blaine to get to know his parents.

By the time Kurt was bringing food and coffee over for everyone, conversation was in full flow. Blaine had Burt and Carole laughing at anecdotes from virtually every topic they covered and Kurt couldn't be happier. He honestly couldn't remember when he'd felt as happy as he had these last few weeks.

Blaine stopped talking as Kurt tucked himself into the chair next to him, gently squeezing his hand. He kissed him chastely on the lips in silent thanks as Kurt turned to look at him. Then they became a little lost in each other for a few moments, one kiss not being quite enough.

Somewhere in the background Burt and Carole were thanking Kurt for the delicious spread, but neither boy paid much attention until Burt cleared his throat rather loudly. There were small smirks on Burt and Carole's faces as everyone began to eat, Kurt and Blaine blushing shamelessly.

Eventually, after breakfast had been eaten, Kurt made arrangements to meet Burt and Carole back at his apartment later after they'd shopped and done a few touristy things. "You don't want to go with them?" Blaine asked. The shop was pretty empty at this point. Only two or three tables being occupied - and anyway Kurt had enough staff to cover the shop on weekends without him needing to be there.

"No," Kurt smiled as he piled all the dirty plates and cups from their breakfast onto the tray he was holding. "My dad and I had to agree to never go shopping together a long time ago. He just hadn't got the patience for the type of shopping I do."

Blaine raised his eyebrows as he followed Kurt, laden with the tray, through to the kitchen. He wondered briefly if he'd ever get to go shopping with Kurt.

"Plus, he and Carole don't get much time together to do fun stuff. They both work so hard most of the time." As he spoke, Kurt made swift work of loading the dishwasher with his tray load of crockery, as well all the washing up he'd made preparing the breakfast. A quick wipe down on the surfaces, and everything was done.

His task finished, and the tray put neatly on the side, Kurt then stopped moving and looked at Blaine, smiling at him. Kurt then surprised him, making him gasp, as he fisted Blaine's sweater in both his hands, shoving him back against the kitchen counter. "You were amazing there - thank you," he breathed against Blaine's lips. "You. Are. Amazing."

Blaine found himself whimpering as Kurt smashed their lips together, quickly demanding entry with his tongue. Blaine had questions, but kissing Kurt back with equal force seemed to push any of his wonderings far back in his mind. Remembering where they were, they pulled back, resting their foreheads together as they caught their breath.

"You've no idea what you do to me," Blaine whispered against Kurt's lips.

"Make you behave despicably..... I hope.." Kurt dug his fingers into Blaine's curls as he dipped in for another kiss.

"Hmmm." Blaine wriggled his hips a little to signal the current tightness of his pants. "Before I met you. Kurt. Hummel." Another kiss. "I used to be a man who... Well a gentleman really. Now look what you've done to me. My reputation is ruined."

"Oh goody," Kurt almost squealed. "Gentleman or not... You're definitely a man, last time I checked.... And I really do like what I do to you." Kurt gave a small giggle, glancing down at the bulge in Blaine's pants.

Oh my god. Blaine couldn't help the blush that appeared on his cheeks. What was happening? He was always in control, but somehow, now - with Kurt, his life was spiralling completely out of control, and he couldn't love it more.

"Don't forget," Kurt pressed himself against Blaine, "about our date on Tuesday evening to see Rachel's show."

Blaine certainly hadn't forgotten. "No. No...I won't."

********

Blaine didn't normally sleep with anyone on a first date. He knew he was probably old fashioned, but, shoot him, he liked to get to know the other man a little before anything happened in the bedroom department. This evening, however had been a first date like no other.

Blaine had been breathless from the moment Kurt had breezed in through his front door at the beginning of the evening. Kurt always dressed to kill, but fully suited and booted for an evening at the theatre, left Blaine feeling weak at the knees. He knew he looked smart in his own designer suit. (A starting college gift from his parents. Even if he wasn't going to take a college course they completely approved of, they still didn't want him to let down the family name by looking scruffy for public performances and special occasions). Kurt knew a good suit when he saw one and had hummed his approval at Blaine's outfit when he'd arrived, running his hand reverently down Blaine's arm. "Love the suit." Suddenly Blaine had wished they were staying home for the evening.

Blaine could only admire the way Kurt's pants hugged his hips, his strong muscled thighs and oh, his ass, as he turned slightly while talking to Blaine. By the time they were climbing into a cab on the street outside Blaine's apartment half an hour later, Blaine was definitely sweating beneath his shirt collar. He was pretty sure this was going to be his best 'first' date ever.

At some point during the evening, when they were having a couple of drinks after the show, Blaine had announced (blurted) to Kurt that he thought he was ready to take their relationship on to the next level if that was something Kurt wanted too. Alcohol had loosened his tongue, but it was something he was ready for without a doubt.

Kurt's eyes had lit up, smiling brightly at Blaine, "Blaine!" Kurt had moved in closer, where they sat at the bar of the club they'd found. "I'd love that," he'd said softly, making sure no one around them could hear, "but you have to know, I'm happy with whatever you're comfortable with. I want...I'd love nothing more than to do everything with you, but that doesn't have to be tonight, or tomorrow..." Kurt had squeezed Blaine's hand which was laying in his lap, running his thumb soothingly across Blaine's knuckles.

Kurt had nudged Blaine to look at him. "I've loved everything we've done so far.. I've never felt so happy. I am a little crazy about you." Kurt had smiled softly as he spoke the last few words.

Blaine had tried to speak, but no sound had come out. His stomach swooped dangerously as he'd looked into Kurt's eyes, definitely a few shades darker. "Kurt? Can we... Please take me home."

"Let's go."

*********

Blaine was now kneeling on his bed staring at the most beautiful sight in front of him. Kurt was buried, face down in the pillow, his knees spread, his ass high and open, his thighs quivering as he moaned wantonly while being carefully, but thoroughly fingered . Blaine rubbed Kurt's lower back soothingly with his free hand, totally enamoured by the soft cries and whimpers Kurt was emitting. Blaine was achingly hard himself, but he was determined to ignore it in favour of looking after Kurt.

Kurt's breathing became a little more ragged as Blaine applied more lube to his fingers before increasing the stretch to three fingers. He wanted this to be so good, and for that Kurt needed to be properly stretched. "You okay?" Blaine asked, leaning down to pepper Kurt's shoulder with small kisses.

"Blaine!" Kurt virtually screeched at him. "I. Am. Not. Going. To. Last...oh, pleeeease."

"Um....right. Okay.." Blaine quickly removed his fingers, reaching for the condom next to the bed. He shakily slipped it on, hissing as he ran his hand down his length. He hoped he could last, he was so sensitive. He squeezed out more lube to coat his erection, involuntarily thrusting into his own hand as he applied it.

"Blaine..." Kurt moaned as he lay still open and ready. "Blaine.."

"Yes.....okay.. Um Kurt?"

"I'm ready... Sooo ready.."

"Can we?... Could you..." Kurt turned his head to look at Blaine, but could only stare at Blaine's condom covered cock bouncing against his stomach, groaning at the sight. Blaine cleared his throat, "I really want to see you. Can you... Could you...turn over...please?"

"Yeah... Yes." Kurt was on his back virtually before Blaine had finished speaking. He quickly put his legs over Blaine's shoulders as he moved into position. "Now," he whispered with a pleading look on his face.

Who was Blaine to deny Kurt. Blaine pushed inside, every intention to take it slow, but he'd prepared Kurt so thoroughly that he bottomed out at the first push. "Oh Kurt. You feel sooo good."

Kurt sighed in relief. "Please move Blaine. I promise it doesn't hurt. I need you."

They weren't going to last long... This time. They were definitely doing this again Blaine decided as he thrust into Kurt.

"Harder." Kurt cried out, inbetween moaning Blaine's name over and over. Blaine obliged - how could he not.

Kurt came first, Blaine's name the word on his lips as he spurted between them. Blaine, so desperate, came at the first squeeze around his cock, crying out for Kurt as he joined him in his orgasm.

After, they were too sated to move. There were lots of slow, sweet kisses followed by silly giggling when they stopped to just look at each other. Faces close. "Oh my God," Blaine laughed, "was that a bit.....desperate?"

"Yes.... Probably." Another kiss. "Fantastic though."

Blaine preened as Kurt pressed their messy, sweaty bodies flush, mutually revealing that round two was likely to be on the horizon in the not too distant future. Sleep, Blaine decided, was definitely for the weak.

*****