Maria didn't have the time to finish "I Have Confidence" before Kurt and Blaine were making out. Heavily. The events from the previous night were still crawling at the back of their minds, Blaine's framed picture was still standing on the coffee table but everything was unimportant at that moment.

What was important was Blaine feeling Kurt's tongue in his mouth. What was important was Kurt feeling Blaine's hands everywhere on his body. What was important was them.

Blaine was still on his side of the sofa, in the corner, one of his legs extended on the cushions while he had his other foot firmly planted on the ground. Kurt was straddling him, his hands on the armrest and the back of the couch.

While Blaine's hands where feeling Kurt's skin under his shirt, on his chest, Kurt was attacking Blaine's neck with his lips, with his tongue. Suddenly, the blue eyed teenager's hips twitched when Blaine's fingers grazed his left nipple. They then realized they were both painfully hard. Their lustful gaze met and Blaine started to work on Kurt's old t-shirt. Kurt raised his arm so his boyfriend could remove it. Less than five seconds later, Blaine was shirtless too and Kurt was taking his earlobe slightly between his teeth.

Moaning, Blaine let his hands wander on the newly exposed skin.

"You're gorgeous." Kurt said, looking at his boyfriend.

"You're perfect." The curly haired boy responded, as he ground his hips up toward Kurt's.

With a gasp, Kurt lips went back to Blaine's immediately while his hands went from the armrest to Blaine's cheeks.

After a few minutes of kissing and grinding, Kurt's hands left his boyfriend's face and he moved them to Blaine's own hands, pulling them down. He brought them to the waistband of his pyjama pants. He pushed on Blaine's hand, urging them down, trying to make them drag his pants along the way.

Blaine froze. Fear took him and he urged Kurt to sit beside him.

"I – I can't... I'm sorry." He managed to say in between gasps.

"Why?" Kurt said, panting slightly, trying to hide his disappointment.

"I – All I can see is him." Blaine said, referring to the anonymous man from his past.

"But we've done something like this before... I mean... After sectionals."

"Yeah... That was more a spur of the moment, I guess."

"It's okay Blaine, we can stop..." Kurt said, kissing Blaine chastely on the cheek and returning his eyes to the movie, where the Reverend Mother was singing "Climb Ev'ry Mountain" on the screen.

But Blaine could just not return his concentration to the movie. He was still hard. And he knew that Kurt was too. He looked at his boyfriend's lips, at both their shirts on the floor and then at how pale Kurt's skin was. How it contrasted on the dark leather sofa.

It wasn't the clothes of an adult. It wasn't the body of an adult. Kurt didn't have that stranger's face he'd always remember even if it was anonymous. It was his loving and caring boyfriend's face. It was the one person who was putting him back together, piece by piece - the pieces that got shattered months ago and that nobody, not even Blaine himself, had been able to make fit together.

It was then Blaine realized he didn't have to be afraid. He didn't need to be afraid - and being scared would just prevent him of living a whole range of experiences. Starting with another pleasurable moment with the boy he loved.

"Fuck that." Blaine said, unable to hold any longer and returning his lips to Kurt's.

But this time, the taller boy pulled away.

"May I ask what changed your mind?" he said.

"I can't be scared all my life. And I trust you, sweetie." Blaine simply responded.

Soon, both their pyjama pants were on the floor next to their shirt and they were grinding again, Blaine straddling Kurt. The hazel eyed boy kissed his boyfriend's neck and jaw, letting his teeth graze the skin and soothing with his tongue after.

Encouraged by the sounds Kurt made, Blaine started grinding harder and whispered directly into Kurt's ear:

"I want to... No... I need to try something. Can I?"

Not finding any words Kurt just nodded. Blaine could do whatever he wanted (as long as it felt good.) He tried not to whine when Blaine pulled off completely, falling to his knees.

"Put your hands in my hair..." Blaine instructed "Pull when you're about to... you know... When -"

"I understand." Kurt said, his voice deep, filled with lust. "But you're sure about this, honey?"

"I can't be scared all my life." The smaller boy simply repeated before taking a deep breath and licking a line on the underside on Kurt's cock without thinking.

He then took the head in his mouth, sucking tentatively. Kurt let out a loud moan and his hips shook a bit. Encouraged, Blaine let his mouth sink a little bit more. His tongue was swirling around Kurt and the taste - the taste - was heavenly.

Blaine bobbed his head, sucking as he moved and Kurt was just helpless. He was letting out moans and gasps that had a direct effect on Blaine's erection. Blaine couldn't help it and he circled one hand around his own cock and started pumping in time with his movements on Kurt's erection.

All Blaine could feel was Kurt's hands in his hair and Kurt's cock in his mouth. He also felt heat coiling deep inside of him as he pumped his erection harder.

Blaine moaned, helpless, when he gave the hand he had on his cock a twist. Kurt almost screamed at the sensation of the vibrations around him. They went from his penis to his spine, lighting a fire along the way to every nerves. He was close, so close.

A matter of seconds before coming, Kurt pulled at Blaine's hair and the hazel haired boy stopped his ministrations immediately. Blaine then got on his feet and straddled Kurt again.

But instead of grinding, he took both their erections in his right hand and started pumping again, twisting a little bit when the hand reached the heads.

Kurt pulled his boyfriend's lips to his and they started kissing, their sweaty foreheads almost touching. Kurt's tongue invaded Blaine's mouth and it licked everywhere, feeling the pointy teeth and the softness of his palate.

It took no more than 20 seconds and they were both coming, encouraged by each other's moan and ministrations.

They were both panting heavily when Blaine sat down next to Kurt on the couch.

"I love you." Blaine said, looking at his boyfriend

"I love you too." Kurt responded, eyes closed, smiling, still trying to recover from his orgasm. "Was that "Blowjob therapy"? Helping you overcome your fear of giving head?" Kurt asked, laughing.

Blaine laughed too before saying

"Yeah... I guess it was. I'll just... have to work on that letter now."

A few minutes passed in silence. Then Kurt came to realisation; they were both sitting naked, covered in come, on the living room leather couch. Looking at the clock, Kurt realised that Aaron would be coming home from school in no more than 15 minutes.

"We have to clean up... Everything! NOW!" he said to Blaine.

"What?" Blaine said, puzzled and still in a bliss. "Oh!" was all he said when he realized what Kurt had.

Aaron came home from school only to find his foster brothers cuddling on the couch. They weren't kissing, so he could go to the living room too and catch the end of the movie with them without being grossed out.

"You're lucky you had a lazy day." Aaron said quietly, instead of greeting them, as he sat on Burt's lay-z-boy.

"You had plenty too when you were in bad shape, chéri." Kurt simply said.

Aaron simply nodded and watched the movie.

"At least, when I had a lazy day, I didn't have to clean up." The young boy said, ever so quietly.

"What do you mean?" Blaine asked, looking at Kurt with an amused look.

"I smell cleaning products. I figured you cleaned the house. Haven't you?"

"We have, indeed." Kurt responded, trying to plant his elbow into Blaine's ribs, who was trying hard not to laugh.

Aaron asked no more questions and they all watched the end of the movie in silence, Kurt and Blaine still cuddling.

The next night, Friday, Blaine was alone in his room and working on his letter to his parents.

It was harder than he thought.

He wanted to write it as though he was going to send it, even if he was keeping it to himself. He knew that it would help him more to be serious about this. Not knowing what to say to his mother and father, he started to write a list of things he wanted to tell them.

Maybe how they made him suffer over the summer. How he almost sucked a man off for money. How he lived in a motel, scared that he'd get robbed every night.

But then, he realized that they wouldn't care because they were aware that this might happen if he wasn't living with them anymore.

Blaine decided to focus on what made him happy in his new life. Maybe, in the back of his mind, he wanted to rub it in his parent's face that he wasn't as unhappy as they wished he would be. Maybe it would hurt them more to know he was happier now than he ever was.

He listed Burt and their shared love of football, he listed shy little Aaron, he listed the Glee Club and their acceptance. He made sure to list everything about Kurt too. How beautiful he was and how he was helping Blaine. He wrote about Liz and how she found the perfect place for him to live.

Focusing on the positive was good. He felt like he could let go of everything that went wrong and maybe, maybe, start thinking on all the positive aspects of his life, where everything went right.

He looked at the framed picture newly placed on his desk, the one with his 2 year old self and his parents, and started writing.

Dear Mother, dear Father,

I won't start this letter by hoping you are well because I don't really care. Sorry about that. By leaving me behind you, you made the choice of not caring about me anymore and I now decided to do the same.

I still wanted you to know what my life is like now.

I'm back in public school. In Lima. It's called William McKinley High. People aren't all nice, but that's just normal, I guess.

I'm in Glee club and we just tied with the Warblers in Sectionals. It really was nice. I made friends in the club and it feels good. I now have people accepting me for what I am and not because our parents are friends.

I live with the Hummels. There's no woman around. Mrs. Hummel died a long time ago but Burt is really nice and I love him as a father. He's really caring but he struggles with words sometimes. He loves college football too. We talked about the Buckeyes for hours the other night.

I have two foster brothers. One of them is Aaron. He's also in foster care. I don't know why he's there. All I know is that he's sweet once you get to know him. He didn't talk to me for at least three weeks when I first came here. All he did was stare at me and it was kind of scary. But he's really awesome and I want to protect him. He's a little bit like the brother I never had.

There's also Kurt. Kurt is Burt's biological son. And he's amazing; he's gorgeous and really helping me to be myself again. He's also my boyfriend and I love him. At first, I thought it was strange to have my foster brother as a boyfriend but then, I realized that it was okay because we're not even related. We only live in the same house.

Kurt helped me a lot with my personal issues. There are still pieces that need to get back together but slowly, he's helping me and I'm grateful. Burt once told me he was a lot like his mother used to be.

He really is beautiful. He has the most wonderful eyes I've ever seen. They're like a mix of blue, turquoise, green, and grey. And they're loving and caring and when I look at them I feel safe.

I'm really grateful that Liz, my social worker, found me this place. It's a small, cozy house, but I can call it home and I feel like it's the first time I can truly call a place my home. It makes me feel happy.

Your son, Blaine

Once he was finished, he reread it himself, smiling. Yes, he'd really said all he wanted to say. He then neatly folded the paper and he took the framed picture in front of him. He removed the back of the frame and slipped the folded letter in. He then put the frame back together.

It was a right place to put the letter. The picture reminded him of happy times with his parents and the letter recounted how he was happy right now with the Hummels. Two different families, two different happinesses.

He smiled to himself then went to Kurt's room. It was Friday night and he wouldn't miss a night of cuddling with his boyfriend.