Kurt jolted awake and looked around in panic. 
He was in a room. The room was very small and very dark; making it hard for him to make out much but the bed he was lying in. The bed was of the nicer sort. The mattress was soft and comfortable; his blanket felt like a warm cloud and his pillow was puffy and heavenly soft. Though the fact that he could barely see the room he was in made him feel uneasy.

  After a while, he noticed the smell. It was horribly strong and smelled like a mixture of alcohol and burnt flesh. There was also a rather strong odor of blood, both fresh and dried, coming from somewhere.

  “Hello?” he called uncertainly, his throat dry and sore.

  There was no answer.

  He continued staring into the darkness, beginning to feel rather claustrophobic as he couldn’t see anything but the bed he was sitting in. The dark felt threatening. It felt angry, almost alive, as it pressed in on him, making it hard to breathe.

  He tried to leave the bed, wanted to get up and look for a door that could get him out of this unfamiliar place, but found that he couldn’t move his body; in fact, he couldn’t feel anything below the neck. He looked around again, his neck being the only body part he could move.

There was still nothing to be spotted but the thick darkness.

  But then, there was a sound. It was painfully loud compared to the pressing silence from before. It took him a moment to hear what the sound was. It was the sound footsteps. Soft, short and slow, like a very small child moving towards him, but having difficulties moving forward. The way the steps were so uneven made him feel even more at unease. The child was hurt. Somehow, he felt like it was his fault that this child was hurt, and it felt like it was angry, almost as if there was an angry undertone in those uneven steps, drawing ever closer.

  He squinted into the dark, tried to make out the person which the steps belonged to.

  When he saw the contours, when he was finally able to see the person’s face, he almost let out a scream.

  It was a child, he’d been right about that. But the face, the body, everything about this individual, was warped and wrong. It took him a moment to see who it was supposed to be.

  “Blaine,” he breathed. It had been so long since he’d last seen his brother, and his memory of him had grown distant, his childish features close to faded.

  The child looked at him, eyes like a wild animal, and suddenly, he could feel his body again. He still couldn’t move, but he could feel his body. However, he did not have the time to feel good about this fact, because his whole body immediately started aching with a pain that burned so badly he couldn’t even scream. His eyes rolled back in his head and his neck bent backward. His mouth fell open but no sound left his lips. Every muscle in his body was clenched, drowning in the invisible fire. It was fire. It had to be fire. He could almost feel his skin boiling at the heat, felt his throat burning and itching as he breathed in the invisible smoke.

  He wanted to beg for it to stop, but there was something that made him not to. Maybe it was the laughter that was now sounding through the air. It was the laugh of the warped child standing just close enough to the bed for Kurt to be able to see him. The laugh was loud and high-pitched, clear and screeching. It was just as warped as the child itself.

  Then, finally, after what felt like a decade, the invisible fire disappeared. He let out a relieved breath, though, yet again, he did not get left alone to feel relieved for more than a second before the deformed version of his little brother started talking to him.

  You lied. The lips of the warped child moved, but it didn’t appear to him like the furious blame came from his body. The voice echoed around the room, doubled, quadrupled; he wasn’t sure. It was wrong and sent chills down Kurt’s spine.

  “I –I didn’t mean to,” he whispered, frightened, not entirely sure just what he’d lied about.

  You swore. Came the voice again. You swore to me. I trusted you. How could you do that to me?

  “I don’t…– I can’t –“ His body was shaking, his head spinning and his throat felt thick and uncomfortable.

  How could you lie to me? The voice said and the child’s lips moved with the words, its eyes furious. You swore to me that you’d protect me, promised me that I was safe by your side, that you’d never leave me.

  How could you lie to me? A roar. Furious and poisonous.

  And then, you swore you’d always love me and only me, swore you would never forget how dangerous loving someone is to you! You swore you would never love anyone but me!

  You lied! You’ve broken you’re promise! I trusted you!

  But again, even more so, Suddenly, the child started giggling. How can you be so stupid? How can you think he actually wants you? You? No one would ever want someone like you.

  “I don’t –“ Kurt repeated helplessly. “He’s the one that’s so convinced –“

  Don’t lie to me! Don’t you dare lie to me!

  Kurt whimpered, flinching violently. The roar was loud, damagingly so, and once it had silenced, the extreme volume of the words left a faint ringing in his ears.

  You know you want it to be true! You know you’ve even begun to believe him! How can you do that? I can you actually believe such a white lie? How can you let yourself be so embarrassingly stupid?

  “I don’t… I don’t –“

  You are pathetic. The voice articulated. You disgust me.

  “I’m sorry,” he whined.

  You… I don’t even want you to join me anymore. You deserve whatever hell you go through out there.

  “Please don’t… Please don’t say that –“

  Don’t argue with me!

  “I’m sorry –“

  Don’t. There was another little laugh. Don’t lie. You’re not sorry. And it wouldn’t matter if you were. It wouldn’t change anything.

You destroy everything you touch. I thought I’d taught you that already? There was mock-pity in the voice now, making him feel even smaller still. You ruin everything, everyone you go near.

And now you’re going to do the same to him.

   Kurt woke with a start, his clothes and sheets soaked, the warped giggle still ringing in his head. His heart had left its place in his ribcage and was now beating furiously in his throat. His mouth was dry and his upper left arm was hurting. He looked to see why, and he felt his heart sink slightly as he saw what the pain was about.

  There were four small, moon-shaped cuts just above the middle of his upper left arm. He looked down at his right hand. His nails and fingertips were red and sticky. Kurt sighed. It’d happened again. He thought he was past this, that he didn’t hurt himself in his sleep anymore. Apparently, and obviously, he’d been wrong. Shit.

  Still very shaken from his nightmare, Kurt forced himself up into a sitting position, leaning his damp back to the wall. He let out a shaky sigh.

  Today was the day. Today he was… shit. Shit. How had things come to this? It was so fucking weird and… wrong. But yet, he’d finally let himself decide, unavoidably. 

  He had to grow up and he had to talk to Blaine. Talk, not snap and hide behind walls. Talk. Honestly and openly. Or at least try to. It needed to happen, and, as he’d so unpleasantly discovered the night before, it needed to happen sooner rather than later.

  Kurt had no idea just how bad he’d injured the guy he’d beaten, nor did he know if anyone had filed some kind of police report. He hoped that the people owning Scandals would be too scared to file a report towards him, since he was underage. It wouldn’t be good if the police would get involved, because, long story short, it wouldn’t exactly be the first time.

   As he got up on wobbly legs, he decided that he’d probably just get some kind of warning, since the staff of the bar would probably be as cowardly as always. Maybe banning, if they felt like last time had been The last time a warning was enough, he thought as he unwillingly took off his clothes and stepped into the icy water.

  In less than fifteen minutes, Kurt was standing outside, one of his hands on the car-door handle. He didn’t open it, just stood there, his fingers lazily wrapped around the cold metal.

  He decided to walk instead.  Walking would make the journey to Blaine’s house take much longer. Walking would give him time to think some more. Walking would draw out what was coming. Walking was good. Walking was great.

When Blaine had finally arrived home that night, he’d been exhausted to bits. His legs had been wobbly and his head full to bursting point. He hadn’t been able to sleep. Not for even a minute. His mom had been up, thinking it was day and being confused and scared because it was so dark outside. It had taken Blaine over an hour until he’d calmed her down enough and gotten her into bed, and as he turned on her night light and left the room, she had still been mumbling about how the sun had left us and that we were all going to die.

  His mind hadn’t been able to relax after what happened at the night club. As the clock turned 7 a.m., he was still wearing a faint smile on his lips, but his forehead was still wrinkled slightly. He couldn’t seem to make up his mind; one second he was blissful because of the turn that Kurt had taken in the parking lot (and because of the moments after the reviling of this turn, of course) and the other he was worried about Richard and about what the consequences for Kurt’s behavior would be.

  The next day, his mom, at last, had one of her better days. She often had her good days on Sundays, for some weird reason; but today it really didn’t matter what the reason was, because it was just one of those things that was so convenient you just can’t find it in you to care.

  Marcie having a good day just this day was brilliant, because it meant he wouldn’t have to feel worried or bad about leaving her for a while, which he did at around 10 a.m., as he couldn’t keep still while at home. Plus, he felt like he needed some fresh air to clean out his head before he was to meet Kurt again.

  There was something in the back of his head which made him feel confident that things would soon start to develop into one of those weird things where two people agreed to act like one, one of those things that he was a total alien to; but yet Blaine felt almost scared to let himself believe that they would finally be able to actually sort things out. Or at least some of the things.

  The two teenagers ended up meeting outdoors. Blaine had just walked past that old so-called playground when they spotted each other. For a minute or so, they found themselves in that awkward situation if which you’ve spotted the other person walking towards you and the person has spotted you, but you’re still too far apart to communicate without shouting. Blaine suddenly found the ground to be very interesting, and decided to draw in its ever detail.

  “You know, it makes you seem way too eager when you meet me halfway like this,” Kurt said the moment he came close enough.

  “It makes you seem way too eager when you put your t-shirt on the wrong way around,” Blaine gave back at him, looking up at the other boy. They both smiled a sort of sarcastic smile at each other, before Blaine decided to break the short silence.

  “You mind taking this outside? ‘Mom’s having a good day today and I’d appreciate it if –“

  “It’s fucking freezing outside.” Kurt cut off.

  “There’s a swing set,” Blaine said jokingly, gesturing towards the playground a couple of meters behind him.

  Three minutes later, Blaine was sitting on one of the swings, rocking slowly back and forth, Kurt leaning against one of the poles, a feet propped up against the once-green wood, his thin, jacketed arms folded lazily across his slender chest.

  “This is awkward,” Blaine commented into the silence.

  Kurt nodded with a little smile. He leaned his head back and rested it against the old wood, gazing up at the gray sky absently.

  “It’s cold,” Blaine carried on after a while.

  “I like you,” Kurt said suddenly in a sort of response to what Blaine had said, yet not at all. It ended up sounding way more matter-of-factly than he’d expected.

  Blaine nodded, calming the whatever-it-was that all of a sudden decided to throw a party in his stomach. “I like you too.” he answered quietly.

  “And I ca –I don’t know what to make of all this.” Kurt kept his eyes stubbornly fixed at the cloudy sky. “It makes me… It makes me feel venerable.”

  “Me too,” Blaine admitted. At least they were a little bit on the same level.

  “I don’t like feeling venerable.”

  “Who does?”

  “I’ve never been in a relationship before.” Kurt said hesitantly after a while of silence.

  At this, Blaine hesitated for quite a while before answering. “Me neither,”

  And, just as Kurt was about to ask what the delay was about:

  “I don’t think.” Blaine added quickly.

  “You don’t think?” Kurt asked skeptically.

  “I mean, I’ve sorta been with Sebastian for quite a while,” It almost made Blaine feel unbearably dumb for being so unsure and… inexperienced when it came to this kind of thing. Though, if he was right in assuming it, Kurt really was too.

  “Was that more than physical?”

  “No.” Blaine said instantly. “You mean this is?” He asked, trying to sound as though he was joking, trying to hide what his mind was doing.

  “Don’t,” Kurt just muttered.

  “What?”

  “Can we just –not, right now?”

  “Sure,” There was a short silence, then, “D’you think they filed a police report on you or something?”

  “Nah,” Kurt answered, sounding way more confident than he actually was. What he’d done last night was quite a lot more serious that what he ‘usually’ did. “They’re way too cowardly for that.”

  “Don’t tell me you’re blackmailing them or something,” Blaine rolled his eyes, feeling a little more relaxed now after leaving the whole relationship topic.

  “I don’t have to,” Kurt said, a satisfied sort of look on his face. “They know I’m underage and they don’t care. They probably know you’re underage too with that size.” he added quickly with a little smile.

  “That was uncalled for,” Blaine said in mock-hurt.

  “You’re a hobbit, Anderson, and you know it.”

  “Oh so it’s Anderson now is it?”

  “Shut up,” Kurt said again.

  “Wonder how Richard’s doing…” Blaine said then, more to himself than to Kurt.

  “Who?”

  “Richard, the guy you beat up.”

  “His name was Richard?”

  “Yes,” Blaine nodded. “And as far as you didn’t scare him to change it, it’s still his name.”

  “Stupid name,” Kurt muttered, ignoring Blaine’s correction of his question.

  A smile started to pull at Blaine’s lips. “Kurtiee?” he sang. “Is that jealousy I’m detecting in your voice?”

  “No,” Kurt snapped immediately in defense.

  “You sure ‘bout that?” He had completely forgot about the fact that what Kurt had done was completely unacceptable, because the face Kurt was pulling at that moment was very adorable.

  “You’re adorable sometimes,” Blaine said, half as a joke. Kurt’s ears reddened.

  There next minutes passed silently. A car passed and the trees rustled in the wind. A bird or two sang a couple of notes before being scared away by a dog somewhere close by barking angrily. As the sound of birdwings hitting each other in panic died out, Kurt finally broke the silence.

  “Have you ever been in love with someone?” he asked, not really knowing what he was saying before it was too late.

   Taken aback, to say the least, by the question, it took Blaine a while before he answered.

  “No,” he said. “I don’t think so.”

  Kurt just nodded silently, thinking back on his own life, trying to remember if he’d ever been in love with anyone before. He didn’t think he had. He’d liked people when he was younger from time to time, but that had ever only been on a far and safe distance, and it had only ever been plausible crushes; never love.

  “’You think you could fall in love with me?” Kurt wasn’t sure what or why he was saying what he was saying, he wasn’t even sure if it was okay or not. The moment he’d already asked the question, however, he regretted it, because he suddenly found that he didn’t want to know the answer.

  “Yes.” Blaine just said simply after only a second, looking right at Kurt, and in the mild shock of the confidence in the answer, Kurt forgot to look away, and their eyes locked. Kurt inhaled quickly, feeling how his heart forgot its job for a second. He turned away again as fast as he could, letting his mind smile, but not his lips.

  “What do you think we should do about… stuff?” Blaine asked after a while. It needed to be said.

  “I don’t know.” said Kurt truthfully. “What do you think?”

  Blaine only shrugged, then, “Have you ever been in love with someone?”

  “I don’t think so, no.” Kurt sighed silently. “Or maybe I have, and just been able to ignore it, as I mostly do.”

  “And you can’t ignore this?”

  “Obviously,” Kurt smiled, a little sadly so; his chest hurt in a way he didn’t feel comfortable with.

   Now what? Neither knew what do say next. Kurt was more open, way more open, than Blaine had thought he was going to be, and Blaine was less… audible than Kurt had thought he was going to be; and both of them was in a loss of ideas of what to do about the situation.

  “I don't want to be your boyfriend.” Kurt said after a good ten minutes. “I don’t… I wouldn’t feel comfortable with the sort of responsibility coming with being in a relationship.”

  Blaine nodded. “We don’t have to be boyfriends.” He paused. “In fact, I think I agree with you on this one as well. Relationships seem to be so hard.”

  “Just look at Brittany and Santana,” Kurt smirked in amusement.

  “Exactly,” Blaine chuckled. “I don’t think I could handle that.”

  “Let’s keep things… casual, yeah?” Kurt said in a way that sounded as he was just thinking out loud.

  “Let’s be causal,” Blaine agreed, getting up on stiff legs and stepped closer to the other boy.

  “I’m cold,” he mumbled sheepishly. Kurt just smiled back at him.

  “Me too,” he said.

  Blaine nodded, understanding the hidden permission, and moved forward slowly, closer and closer, until their bodies touched. To Blaine’s great surprise, Kurt wrapped his arms around his back, pulling him even closer.

  “It’s weird how much I seem to want to be near you,” Kurt said quietly.

  Blaine’s heart leaped in his chest. “I know what you meant.” he replied, not really daring to rest the side of his face against the slope of Kurt’s neck, which he really wanted.

  “You seem to be awfully nondependent today.” the taller teased with a faint smile.

  “We just think alike,” Blaine said simply.

  “I guess we do,”

  Standing there, his back still rested uncomfortably against one of the swing set’s legs, Kurt had such a funny feeling inside. He was quite unaware of what it was, had never felt anything like it ever before, but he really couldn’t bother thinking about it, because the sound of Blaine’s calm breath and the very faint sound of their hearts beating so close together, almost in sync, was so utterly wonderful he forgot to care.

“She might act a little weird,” Blaine warned as he closed the front door behind them. “I’m not completely sure how… aware she is of the real world.”

  “It’s fine,” Kurt reassured, as he himself had found himself in situation where he barely knew his name. “Shoes?” he asked then, not being able to remember whether or not he’d kept them on before.

  “Hang on,” Blaine mumbled, stepping past Kurt and peeking around the corner out in the living room. “Off,” he said as he turned back around to face Kurt again; his mother had cleaned again.

  As they stepped into the living room, the pleasant and unfamiliar smell of food hit Kurt like a welcoming wall in the face. Marcie’s tiny self appeared from the kitchen. She was wearing a green apron and her grey-brown curls were collected in a careless bun on her head. She smiled warmly at the pair of them.

  “You hungry, boys?” she chirped happily. “Food’s almost ready.”

  Blaine flashed a faint smile at him. Kurt frowned at the apologetic look in his hazel eyes.

  “What?” he asked.

  “Excuse me for just,” –He threw a quick look at his mother, who was still peeking out at them from the kitchen, smiling. – “one second,” he said in a voice Kurt didn’t recognize.

  Blaine left Kurt in the middle of the living room, walking small quick steps to the kitchen.

  His mouth fell open.

  The entire kitchen was practically stuffed with a verity of different foods. The oven was on, and the smell of roasted chicken came from its stomach. There stood two finished dessert pies of some kind on the small table, plus a plate which was covered with a white little cloth –Blaine guessed that that had to be cookies under there. On the stove there stood two saucepans, one small and one big.

  “Mom,” he breathed, picking his chin off of the floor, forcing a smile to his lips. The woman turned around, beaming innocently at him.

  “Yes, sweetie?”

  “What the hell?” he asked, still sounding a bit breathless.

  “What about it, Blainers?”

  “What is all this?” he continued, gesturing around the room.

  “I’m cooking,” she just said with a smile.

  “Yeah,” Blaine said, trying not to sound sarcastic. “I can see that.”

  Marcie turned around again, checked one of the saucepans (Blaine could see it contained potatoes), and turned back to face her son. For a moment, Blaine was in a total loss of words.

  “Where the frack did you get all this?”

  “I went to the grocery store, of course.” his mother said in a ‘silly you’ sort of way.

  “You… went to the grocery store?” he said slowly, articulating every word, eyebrows furrowed.

  “Yes.” Marcie beamed.

  He almost told her that ‘you never leave the house’, but stopped himself, not wanting to find out what the reaction would be. Instead, Blaine looked around the kitchen again.

  “We’re only two people, mom,” he told her.

  The woman’s smile fell a little, and for a second Blaine feared what was going to happen next.

  “What about Kurt?” she asked, sounding troubled. Blaine let out the breath he’d held in. “Is he a vegetarian?” she continued, worried.

  “No,” he shook his head, laughing airily. “No, he’s not.”

  “Well, good.” she sighed happily, looking almost proud. “Now you just go up to your room and I’ll holler when the food’s ready,”

  For a moment, Blaine couldn’t react. He just stood there, staring at everything his mother had done, feeling his insides move uncertainly. Then he finally regained control over his body and mind both, walked back out into the living room and looked for Kurt. He’d sat himself down on the back of the couch, and was now looking at Blaine. The look on Kurt’s face told him that Blaine himself had to look pretty troubled.

  “What’s up?” he asked uncertainly.

  Blaine just shook his head and gestured for Kurt to follow him upstairs.

  “What’s up?” Kurt asked again, closing the door to Blaine’s bedroom.

  Again, Blaine just shook his head, keeping his eyes on the floor. Kurt walked over and sat down beside him on the bed.

  “Hey?” Kurt reached out touched his chin lightly, turning his face up so that he could get a better look at him. The gesture surprised Blaine, and for a moment he forgot where he was.

  “It’s…” he said after a while, turning away from Kurt, finding that looking at him destracted him from everything else. “It’s my mom. She’s…” He fell silent, not knowing how to carry on.

  “She seemed fine to me.” Kurt said, trying to help the other boy. “More than fine, actually.”

  “She’s… She’s been through a lot, her mind just… it doesn’t work properly… And I just –I feel like” he fell silent again. Sighed. ”It’s complicated, you wouldn’t understand, you don’t hav–” He stopped.

  Goddamn it.

  He could hear Kurt smile that sad smile of his and immediately his feeling of regret tripled. He ran a hand through his curly hair, not knowing what to say for the millionth time today.

  “It’s okay,” Kurt mumbled.

  “It’s not,” he shook his head.

  Blaine hid his face behind his hands. “Shit.” he said quietly.

  “Hey,” Kurt said softly, and suddenly his hands were on his wrists. Blaine followed when Kurt tried to turn his head around to face him. He didn’t remove his hands from his face however.

  “I’m sorry,” he said silently. “I’m an ass,”

  He felt Kurt tugging at his wrists again, not saying anything, and hesitantly Blaine let his hands fall from his face. His eyes widened as he saw how close their faces were.

  “Hi,” Kurt whispered. Warmth and uncertainty mixed in his cyan eyes.

  “What are you –“ Blaine breathed, but silenced when Kurt shook his head gently.

  “No talking,” he instructed in a short whisper.

  Their faces were barely inches apart, and Blaine could feel the heat from Kurt’s body mixing with his own. There was something about the closeness and eye contact that sent tingles through his body.

  “This is so weird,” Kurt murmured thoughtfully after what felt life a decade, and a wonderful decade it had been.

  “What’s weird?” Blaine asked, not able to speak louder than in a whisper.

  Suddenly Kurt’s hand was on Blaine’s cheek. The warmth and gentleness of the touch made Blaine draw a quick breath. Kurt smiled. It was a new kind of smile. His eyes glinted in a new sort of way, a sort of way that sent even more tingles through his body.

  “This is weird,” Kurt said, stroking Blaine’s cheek softly. There was something new even in the way he spoke.

  Blaine just hummed, and suddenly his eyes darted down at Kurt’s lips. He realized how much he wanted to kiss him. He moved closer hesitantly. He didn’t stop until their faces almost touched. The eye contact was still there. Blaine darted his eyes to Kurt’s lips again, something inside him feeling shy.

The shyness was a stranger to him. Shyness in these kinds of situations was new to him. As far as he could remember, he hadn’t felt shy in any kind of sexual situation since his first time. Though he wasn’t completely sure if this was a sexual situation, exactly what it was he didn’t know, but it was new. New and now and so… intense. Intense in a different way than he’d experienced before.

  For a moment they sat still, then Kurt nodded, a slow and barely-there movement, silently granting permission, and Blaine leaned in and closed what little space was still between them.

  Soft, warm, wet, wonderful and different in a way none of them knew existed.

  Once they pulled away, Kurt made a giggling sort of sound that Blaine had never heard before. It was a happy sound, and, he found, happy sounds from Kurt made him happy as well.

  “I feel like a ten-year-old girl after her first date,” Kurt said quietly.

  “You’re supposed to go on your first date when you’re ten?” Blaine asked in pretend-worry, as he’d never really been on a date Date yet in his life.

  Kurt however, didn’t answer; instead he moved away from Blaine and lay down on the bed, hands under his head. Blaine immediately missed the warmth the closeness had brought.

  As Kurt lay there, staring up at the white ceiling, he decided that yes, this had been the right decision.  

  He looked back at Blaine after a while, where he sat unmoving, looking down at him. Kurt studied his face and body, in a different way than he had before; it was more open and honest, in a way.

  “I think,” Kurt began, his voice a mixture of laziness and thoughtfulness. “that it’s fair to say that you’re a very attractive looking young man,”

  Blaine’s reaction made him laugh. He’d tried to respond, but failed, and his eyes went from being about twice as big to almost closed in the matter of a millisecond. All Kurt saw was long, black eyelashes as Blaine eyed him in suspicion. Kurt understood that suspicion, since this whole day had been so very out of character from him, this might have stepped over the line for how much change Blaine could take. It only made Kurt want to step even further over The Changing Line than anything however.

  “What?” Kurt laughed innocently. Blaine just continued eyeing him through squinted eyes. “I’m serious.”

  “Who are you and what have you done to Kurt Hummel?” Blaine said, a grimace of suspicion on his face.

  “You told me to be causal, didn’t you?”

  “Well, yeah, or no, you were the one who said we should be casual, but that’s not the point –the point is that I didn’t expect this total… 180 on things,”

  “So you’d rather I went back to hating you?”

  “No, no –‘course not, it’s just…“

  “Just what?”

  “You’re just…” Blaine stopped, searching for the right words. “You’re just so different –everything’s so different.”

  “I know.” Kurt nodded. “And this will be different, for both of us.” He hoisted himself up on his elbows and made a ‘come here’ gesture to Blaine. “And we’ll struggle for we’ll see how long, but that’s life, right?”

  “That’s life,” Blaine agreed, but he was still feeling a little bit uncertain. “It’s just…” he sighed. “You sure?”

  “’bout what?” Kurt said as he took hold of Blaine’s shirt, dragging him down with him as he lay back onto the bed.

 “’Bout this,” he said, making a nonexistent gesture at the two of them that Kurt understood. “You sure this is what you want? That you can handle it and all that?”

  “No,” Kurt admitted. “But there’s, like, nothing I’m really sure about.”

  Blaine nodded from where he stood straddling over him, his hands on either side of the thin boy’s shoulders.

  Kurt could see the uncertainty Blaine was trying to hide. “Look,” he said as he decided to run one of his hands slowly through Blaine’s wonderfully soft hair. “I promise I can’t promise you anything.” Blaine smiled a little at the statement. “I daresay you know me pretty well by now, so you know almost as well as I do that I have no idea how I’ll feel about all this tomorrow. I’ll try to keep my mind open and remember what and how I’m feeling right now.

I understand your confusion, I really do, because I’m pretty confused as to what’s happened today, but I’ve decided not to care. I’ve decided not to overthink things. At least not today. Could you try not to overthink as well? Because I’d really love it if you could just fuck tomorrow and see that…” He made a pause, giving Blaine the space to snort lightly and roll his eyes at Kurt’s little unintended speech, before he decided where to take things.

  “Right now,” he continued, speaking more slowly than before. “you just really need to see that you’re there, I’m here, there’s a bed and a closed door.” He paused again, smirking. “And that want to be close to you that I mention earlier really hasn’t gone away, if you know what I mean,”

  Blaine agreed. Blaine more than agreed. He bent forward, lips parted, but instead if kissing him once again, he stopped just before their lips touched. Kurt looked up at him, questioning his halt. An evil grin grew on Blaine’s lips as he decided how he was going to handle this long awaited opportunity. He moved his left hand up to Kurt’s hair, combing it with gentle fingers; it was a little rough from all the dyeing work it had been through, yet it felt soft against his fingers. He could see that Kurt wanted to close his eyes, but before he could, he whispered to him:

  “Look at me, don’t close your eyes” Kurt obeyed, pouting. Blaine chuckled. “That’s a good boy.”

  Kurt had never let anyone sit on top of him like this, figuratively or literally, hadn’t let anyone be in control of him in any way before. Now however, he did. He let Blaine tease him, let him grin at him as small sounds of frustration and pleasure left his lips. Kurt, to his great surprise, found that he liked it. He hadn’t had his share of New just yet, it showed.

  Blaine bent forward then, but instead of kissing his lips, as Kurt’d much hoped for, he turned his face away from his eager lips, and instead placed a kiss to his neck. Kurt groaned. It hadn’t even been open-mouthed for crying out loud. He tried to turn them around, but, again, Blaine reminded him that he was stronger than he looked. Kurt couldn’t turn the situation around, not matter how hard he tried. He huffed, frustrated. Blaine chuckled against his neck, sending shivers through his body.

  “Why must you do this to me?” he whined finally.

  “Because I feel like it,” Blaine just responded, a purr in his voice that made everything twice as frustrating.

  Blaine finally opened his mouth, only to make Kurt wish he hadn’t. A weak moan left his lips. This was one of the hardest situations he’d ever found himself in –no pun intended.

  Slowly, Blaine started to move downward, placing soft kisses to his chest as he went, only outside of his t-shirt, to Kurt’s disappointment. He took the hem of his t-shirt between his teeth and pulled a little once he reached that far down, but instead of starting at his belt, as Kurt had hoped, he went back up to his chest again, shirt still between his teeth. Kurt made another sound in frustration, only making Blaine purr with satisfaction.

  “Is this what you always do to your pray?” Kurt sighed, half out of frustration, half out of pleasure.

  “No,” Blaine said in-between the kisses he places all across Kurt’s now naked torso. “But you’re not just pray –as you so charmingly put it–now are you?”

  Kurt felt his chest swelling a little and his ears heating up, and for once he didn’t try to make it go away.

  “N–“ his attempted ‘no’ got cut off as a little moan escaped his lips. “Fuck,” he groaned, letting his eyes fall shut, forgetting about his order to keep them open, as Blaine let his tongue run over his right nipple.

  “No,” Blaine said sternly, sitting up from where he’d been hovering over Kurt’s body.

  “How did you even see I closed my eyes?” Kurt pouted, opening them again.

  “I could just feel it,” Blaine said with a teasing smile. Kurt grabbed Blaine's head, not wanting to look at that satisfied face any longer, and pushed it back down to his chest, this time to his left side.

  Kurt couldn’t help himself. His eyes closed without his control, his back aching upwards, his lips parting and letting out a low cry.

  “Fuck,” he repeated helplessly. “How and what are you even doing with your mouth right now?”

  As Blaine licked, kissed and nibbled, Kurt could nothing but bite his tongue and grab anything he could find. Every once in a while, Blaine would stop, just to hear the noises of disapproval Kurt would make.

  After he had no idea how long, Kurt made a low rumbling noise in the back of his throat, opened his eyes and grabbed hold of Blaine’s curl filled head.

  “No more,” he breathed. “You… are the embodiment of evil,”

  Blaine just smirked down widely at him.

  “No more,” Kurt repeated, shaking his head breathlessly.

  Blaine bowed down, stopped so that he was hovering just an inch from Kurt's face. Kurt’s pupils were wide and his cheeks were flushed, his lips were wet and his hair was ruffled from where he’d gripped onto it desperately.

  Blaine looked into Kurt’s eyes and whispered, “You’ve been better than I expected –lasted without killing me longer than I expected.”

  Kurt just made a disapproving face, his eyes narrowed, a pout on his lips; yet he failed to hide the state of desperation Blaine had successfully put him in.

  “I hate you right now,” Kurt muttered.

  Blaine grinned once again, ran his tongue along Kurt’s lower lip teasingly, and lifted his head up when Kurt tried to kiss him.

  “I hate you,” he repeated.

  Blaine hummed, and finally kissed him again. Kurt sighed with relief at the contact, parting his lips immediately. He found Blaine’s hair once again and tangled his fingers in it, pulling and combing as he saw fit.

  For a long while, they just kissed, Blaine still hovering above Kurt’s thin figure, his right hand tangled in his brown-and-pink hair, his left one lying lazily at the side of Kurt’s head. Then, once he decided that he missed the sounds Kurt made before while he was teasing him so, he moved his lefts hand to his chest, stroking it all over, loving how soft it was against his fingers. As Blaine moved further and further down on his stomach, Kurt started to breathe more heavily, and once he found the faint trail of hair just below his navel, the boy’s back was aching up into his hand softly.

  Kurt hummed in approval as Blaine started running his fingers alongside the hem of his jeans, wanting him to go further down, wanted to be touched by him so badly he could barely stand it. He bit hold of Blaine’s lower lip, trying to make that a sign to show that he’d better hurry.

  “That killing is starting to sound more and more tempting,” Kurt said against Blaine’s lips as the other boy wouldn’t even go near the buckle of his belt. Blaine laughed huskily into his mouth, starting to drag his fingers just below the belt now, not wanting to unbuckle it just yet; teasing Kurt was way too fun.

  “I’m gonna make you beg,” he purred.

  “I already am,” Kurt responded weakly, thrusting his hips upwards, but to no good; the more and harder he thrust, the less and lighter Blaine would touch.

  After a couple of minutes, Blaine finally gave in a little. He dragged his hand lightly over the bulge of Kurt’s jeans, positively making him moan and thrust his hips upwards harder and faster than ever. Blaine giggled as Kurt cried in desperation.

  “Please,” Kurt whined quietly, as that one touch was all he got.

  Deciding that that was as far as he’d push him today, he finally moved his fingers to the buckle of Kurt’s belt and started to undo it.
  Kurt sighed with relief. Fucking hell, he’d underestimated what that hobbit could do. Never had he expected this to happen; and absolutely not today. Not that he was complaining.

  Blaine was just about to unzip the other boy’s zipper when a loud voice called from downstairs:

  “Boys, ‘time to eat!”

  Kurt’s eyes flew open at the sound of a loud woman’s voice calling them for dinner.

  “’Be right there!” Blaine called back, all while looking down at him. There was both laughter and a sort of disappointment in his eyes.

  Kurt dug the heels of his hands into his eyes, groaning louder than he had from anything Blaine had done during the last thirty-or-so minutes –or more at what he hadn’t done.

  “Fuck,” he hissed loudly, kicking the air. Blaine laughed, though he could understand Kurt’s anger, as he felt pretty irritated himself at his mother’s worse-than-bad timing.

  “Another day, Hummel,” he joked. He tried to stand up, but Kurt grabbed hold of his waist with both hands, pressing him down against his body. Their groins, their frustrated, frustrated groins, met, sending electrical shivers through both their bodies. Blaine moaned low in his throat, but shook his head.

  “If we don’t come down, she’ll come up here,” he told Kurt.

  “And if I don’t cum, I’ll die,” Kurt gave back.

  “I’m hungry.” Blaine said, choking down a little laugh.

  “I don’t care,”

  Blaine grabbed hold of Kurt’s wrists and gently bent them from their grip. Kurt didn’t look happy, yet there was a shine in his eyes that made his stomach turn with feelings of happiness.

  “Come on,” he said, standing up, dragging Kurt up into a sitting position. “Time to meet the parent,”

  When Kurt still didn’t get up, he bent down and grabbed his belt, pulling him up by it. Kurt slapped his hand away.

  “That’s enough teasing for today, thank you,” he said, but he started to walk towards the door of Blaine’s bedroom.

  The two walked down the stairs (pretty awkwardly so) to a wonderfully smelling kitchen, where Marcie had cooked food enough to feed an entire city for about two years.