The next morning, Kurt was sat cross legged on the balcony that came off their apartment. He'd never been allowed on it before, it had a low railing and hadn't been safe. He sat with his arms leaning on the rail and his chin on the arms, eye's wide, taking in the gorgeous view. Tony was lying at his feet, sleeping deeply and snoring a little.

"Out here, Blaine!" he called softly when he heard his fiancé looking for him. Blaine smiled when he saw Kurt.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Kurt nodded.

"Breathtaking," he whispered. He looked down at the massive drop.

"And I understand why you never let me out here now."

"Yeah..." Blaine whispered. He hugged Kurt from behind. "I'll go make you some breakfast. We can eat out here if you want to?" Kurt nodded again, not taking his eyes off the view.

"Please," he smiled happily.

Blaine made pancakes with chocolate and bananas. He also made them coffee and fresh orange juice.

"Tadaa!" he said as he balanced the tray out on the balcony.

"You're too good to me," Kurt smiled, taking a bite of the pancakes. "I don't think I'm ever going to get used to being able to see."

"You'll get used to it eventually," Blaine grinned. "I'm just so glad you're able to experience it."

"Me too." They finished their breakfast and Kurt looked up at Blaine through his eyelashes.

"How about we go back to bed?" he whispered. Blaine's heart made a small jump.

"Yes..." He took Kurt's hand and led them back to their room. They stood at the edge of the bed, just looking at each other.

"I know that we never really... talked specifics but will you top? At least the first time? Please?" asked Kurt softly.

"If that is what you want, then that's fine." He smiled and rested his hands on Kurt's hips. "But maybe... you could sit on my lap? So I can see you?" he asked nervously. Kurt nodded.

"Okay," he whispered. Slowly, he started stripping his fiancé, marveling at the smooth, unblemished skin. He was beautiful. The he looked down at his own naked form and his eyes filled with tears. He was pale and skinny, covered in scars. He curled into himself on the bed.

"O-Oh,” he whispered.

"Hey, baby... What's wrong?" He placed a hand on Kurt's chest and looked into his eyes. "Kurt, please talk to me..."

"I'm... I'm hideous, Blaine,” he whimpered sadly, eyes shining with tears. Blaine's eyes widened.

"Kurt..." He forced Kurt to look into his eyes. "You're beautiful. I mean it. When I look at you, I see nothing but pure perfection. You have to believe me."

"But... I'm all skinny and pale and covered in scars." Tears fell down his face. "And you're..." He gestured at Blaine. "How could you want me?"

"Kurt, shh, calm down... You're perfect. You're skinny because you were treated really badly when you were younger and you've had problems gaining weight. There's nothing wrong with that. The fact that you're pale is something I love. I think it's beautiful. And the scars... They are a part of you. Your flaws make you perfect, Kurt." He kissed him sweetly. "Trust me, honey." Kurt's eyes met Blaine's and he found nothing but honesty there.

"Okay..." he whispered. "Sorry..."

"You have nothing to apologize for, baby." He kissed his fiancé reassuringly. "We'll take this at your speed, okay?" Kurt nodded, curling in Blaine's lap, both of them naked.

"How are we going to do this?"

"Just relax, honey." Blaine kissed Kurt softly, then deepened it and let his tongue re-discover Kurt's mouth. He gently grinded his hips up into Kurt's, moaning into his mouth. Kurt whined and deepened the kiss further than he'd ever allowed himself to, grinding his hips downwards.

"That feels so good…" Blaine moaned and pressed up against Kurt again, their cocks meeting again. Kurt nipped his earlobe.

"I'm ready,” he purred. "Prep me, honey."

"Okay," Blaine whispered and pulled out a bottle of lube, plus a condom from the drawer. He slicked up two fingers and then dropped his hand down in between their bodies. He gently slid a fingertip into Kurt's hole and kissed him at the same time. Kurt hissed at the unfamiliar feeling. It didn't hurt, it just felt strange.

"Tell me if you want me to stop, Kurt," Blaine whispered against his lips. "I'll stop anytime if you want me to." Then he slowly pressed the finger in all the way. Kurt nodded, but he was already rolling his hips, trying to get more. Blaine knew Kurt was ready, so he gently pressed in a second finger. This time, it did hurt and Kurt drew in a sharp breath, tears leaking from his eyes. Blaine paused, knowing that Kurt needed to get used to the stretch. He still had to remind him though...

"Whenever you want me to stop, Kurt, I will." Kurt shook his head.

"Keep going, add another. It'll feel good soon." Blaine hesitated. He decided to thrust the two fingers in and out first. When the slide became easier, he added another. Kurt keened as Blaine scissored the fingers, crying out as they brushed his prostate.

"I'm ready, Blaine!" he cried out. "I'm ready!"

"Okay," said Blaine softly and pulled out his fingers. He reached for the condom, then stopped and looked and Kurt. "Baby, do you want us to use a condom or not? I-I mean, we don't actually have to. We're both virgins and clean..." Kurt shook his head.

"No. I want to feel you. Please?" Blaine smiled, he had been hoping for that answer. He slicked himself up with lube, taking more than he thought he needed, he didn't want to hurt his fiancé. Then he positioned himself under Kurt, right at his entrance.

"Whenever you're ready, sweetie," he whispered. Kurt could only lower himself so far, he needed Blaine's help for the rest, but once he was fully impaled, he started grinding down his hips experimentally, moaning at how good it felt.

"God, Kurt..." Blaine moaned. "You feel so good..." Blaine thrust up into Kurt and after a while he found that magic spot inside of him. Kurt threw back his head, exposing his long, slender neck and cried out in pure pleasure as Blaine hit that little bundle of nerves. After that, Blaine was hitting it on every other thrust. Kurt leaned forwards and kissed Blaine hard and passionately.

"I'm going to come, Blaine,” he warned breathlessly. "I can't wait any longer." Blaine whimpered into the kiss.

"Can I- can I come inside you?" he asked in one breath. He was desperate to come now. It was all too much. Kurt whimpered with desire and nodded.

"Yes! I want you to fill me, Blaine!" he cried out, tightening around Blaine's erection. That was it. Blaine came with a scream and filled Kurt up with his come.

"Kurt, come now. Come..." he whispered and kissed Kurt. He reached down to stroke the other man’s length gently while kissing him. Kurt came before rolling off Blaine in a sex afterglow haze.

"Wow," he whispered, curling into Blaine's side. Blaine panted hard, trying to catch his breath.

"That was so hot, Kurt. So fucking perfect. You’re perfect." He kissed Kurt's forehead softly and pulled him closer. Kurt giggled.

"Not as perfect as you." Blaine cuddled close to Kurt and wrapped his arms around him, spooning him from behind.

"Now you have my virginity," he said quietly.

"And you've got mine," Kurt smiled. "But we can't lie here all day. We have the party and we have to... we have to call my Mom,” he sighed. "I don't like calling her that."

"You don't have to call her your mom, honey. She walked out of your life. It's your decision if you want her back. You can call her on her name if you want to." Blaine kissed the back of Kurt's neck. Kurt sighed.

"She won't like it... Will you call her for me? Tell her that we'll meet her, but it has to be both of us. And at a coffee shop or something, not here."

"Of course. Do you want us to do it now? Because I'm very comfortable here..." He blushed slightly. Kurt reached to his side table and grabbed the brand new phone that Blaine had given him for his birthday and the scrap of paper with his mom's number on it. He passed the phone to Blaine and cuddled into his chest. Blaine dialed the number and held Kurt close with the other hand. Someone picked up on the other end. Blaine took a deep breath, then spoke.

"Mrs. Hummel?"

"No. What do you want with Lizzie?" a rough voice asked rudely.
Kurt frowned and leant into the phone so that he could speak to.

"It's... It's her son. Who are you?"
"Her boyfriend." They heard him yelling for her. Kurt pulled away from the receiver as she spoke, laying his head on Blaine's chest.
"Kurtie?"

"This is Blaine Anderson again, Kurt's fiancé. He- he would like to meet you over coffee. And I’ll come with him." Blaine bit his lip while waiting for her reaction. He played with Kurt's hair carefully.

"Oh." Elizabeth didn't sound impressed. "I was hoping it would just be me and Kurtie. I haven't seen him in fourteen years, you know." Kurt glanced up, caught Blaine's eyes and shook his head. Blaine nodded, understanding.

"He doesn't want to see you alone. So, yes or no?" he tried to keep the conversation short.

"Fine," she muttered, clearly unhappy. "Where would you like to meet me?" Blaine gave her the address to The Lima Bean just down the street where they lived, then he hung up. He kissed Kurt's forehead.

"It's going to be okay, sweetie. I'll be there all the time." Kurt nodded shakily.

"I'm calling her Elizabeth,” he decided. "And she needs to stop calling me Kurtie." Blaine kissed the closest part of Kurt he could reach and hugged him.

"Whatever you need, honey..."

"When are we meeting her?" Kurt yawned.

"Saturday at two," said Blaine and rubbed Kurt's back soothingly.

"Okay..." His eyes were drifting shut. He knew they had stuff to do today, but he was so tired. Blaine held Kurt close and sighed.

"We can take a nap... Sex is exhausting," he chuckled. Kurt nodded, his lips pressed softly against Blaine’s chest.

“'Kay... I love you so much."

"I love you too, Kurt. More than anything..." The he drifted off into a deep sleep with Kurt securely wrapped in his arms.