Holy fuck, he's trying to burn down my apartment building.

"Blaine?"

Kurt stepped through the front door hesitantly, careful to avoid the dozens and dozens of burning candles that made it look as if they were going to have a seance.

"Ta-da!" Blaine stepped out from the hallway in that moment, holding his arms out with an uncertain smile on his face. Kurt shot him a questioning look, trying so hard to hold back an incredulous grin.

"What's going on?"

"Well," Blaine shrugged, suddenly looking more doubtful than before. "I got thinking. The way we were talking, it sounded like this had the potential of just feeling like an extended hook-up, which I know we both said we didn't want. I mean, I know we said we were gonna talk a lot too, but I just wanted to do something to make it seem a little more... romantic."

He shrugged his shoulders, scrunching up his nose adorably.

"Shit. Did I just totally go overboard and make it weird? I've never been that good at romantic stuff-"

He was cut off when Kurt grinned, dove across the room and jumped into his arms, planting a kiss on his lips.

"It's totally overboard, and a tiny but weird, but absolutely wonderful! I've never had someone do something so romantic for me before!"

Blaine looked at him in disbelief.

"You've got to be kidding me! How in the world have you not managed to have someone at least attempt and fail at romance like this?"

He looked at Kurt with a grin, expecting him to smile or laugh. He felt terrible when the model shrugged, endeavoring rather unsuccessfully to look nonchalant, and pulled away from their embrace.

"Well, believe it, cuz it's never happened before."

"Kurt, I didn't... that came out completely wrong. I only meant to say that you deserve it. You deserve all kinds of romance."

When Kurt looked up and saw Blaine standing there, looking incredibly forlorn and a little pathetic, he immediately took pity on him. He moved to grab the shorter man's hand and pulled him over so that they could sit on the couch together.

"Hey, I'm sorry. I got a little defensive." Kurt said apologetically as he pulled Blaine down in-between his legs, settling him, back against chest. Blaine relaxed against him completely, wondering again how this somehow felt so odd yet so completely natural at the same time. He'd only ever really been the cuddler in his past relationships, not the person to be cuddled. It felt awfully nice to just be held in this way for once.

"You don't need to apologize, Kurt. It didn't occur to me how it would sound until it was already out of my mouth. I suppose this is as good a time as any though to let you know that I have little to no filter. If I'm remembering correctly, you already got a pretty big taste of that at the bar. I can say that I am usually significantly better sober, but it's still a part of me. I couldn't change it if I tried."

Kurt surprised him by laughing outright.

"You have no idea how easy it will be for me to adjust to that. You are eerily similar to my best friend. Straight, says whatever he's thinking... though I don't think you quite share his tendency to be an asshole."

Blaine surprised Kurt by laughing outright.

"Um, first of all, if you talked to MY best friend I'm sure he'd disagree on the asshole part. Secondly, I think it's incredibly ironic that you have a straight best friend and I have a gay best friend."

"You what?" Kurt laughed. "That is ironic. It's like we were being prepared for each other."

Silence.

"Wow," Kurt whispered. "Now I'm the one who made it weird."

"No," Blaine said, rather unconvincingly. "It's just gonna take a while to get used to this whole thing I think. I don't know about you, but I just need time to adjust."

"Understandable," Kurt answered softly. "It's just, I kinda feel like I'm beating a dead horse here, but I need to ask. Are you sure, I mean, REALLY sure that you want to try this?"

Blaine took a deep breath before flipping over completely, pinning Kurt down on the couch. The blue eyes widened as Blaine got incredibly close, brushing the tips of their noses together and kissing him lightly.

"Look, like ten percent of me is scared of this, I'm not gonna lie. I'm scared of what this means. How do I identify myself? What will people think? What will my family think? What will happen if I'm ever faced personally with homophobia. Like, a million little fears... but that's only ten percent of me."

He looked down in an adoring gaze at Kurt, who was watching him intently, and placed another soft kiss on his lips. This time Kurt returned it though, and it was a good thirty seconds before he spoke again. Even then it was mumbled against Kurt lips.

"The other ninety percent, is terrified of not letting myself give us a chance. The thought of not being with you almost makes it hard to breathe. I'd never forgive myself for walking away, just because of some fear and uncertainty. Never, Kurt."

Kurt smiled against his lips, and pulled him in, rubbing his back in a way that Blaine was quickly beginning to equate with comfort and belonging. They kissed slowly and softly for a few moments, completely relaxing into each other. Blaine was a little afraid that he would crush Kurt with his body weight, but the model wasn't complaining. In fact, he was just holding Blaine to him even closer. They broke away when Kurt sighed, and gave Blaine one last little peck before resting his head back on the couch.

"This promises to be a bit on the frustrating side. You know? Like, three steps forward, two steps back. I feel like we've have the same conversation four times already and we've known each other less than a full day."

Blaine laughed and rolled off to the side, pulling Kurt into his arms so that they were holding each other again.

"True. I think it's worth it though. Don't you?"

Kurt simply nodded before leaning in to start kissing down Blaine's neck with a trail of kisses. Blaine hummed contentedly and carded his fingers through the brown hair, kneading a little as the kisses got more intense. Before he knew it they were both flushed and panting as their legs slotted together and they squirmed anxiously, in desperate need of more friction and contact.

"Can we move this to your room?" Blaine asked breathlessly, pulling back to kiss Kurt's swollen pink lips one last time before scooting off the couch. "I'm gonna do something really embarrassing like cream my pants if we don't."

Kurt shook his head with a little laugh before getting up too and grabbing Blaine's hand.

"What a classy way of putting it. I hate to break it to you baby, but seeing as there are two guys involved here, the likelihood of that happening sometimes is even higher."

"Oh, man. We're gonna have to figure that one out, cuz I've always hated that. It kinda takes away from the afterglow of an orgasm, don't you think?"

"Oh, I agree," Kurt nodded as he quickly went around the living room, blowing out candles. "We'll just have to be mature adults and wait 'til our pants are off."

Blaine blushed a little as Kurt started to pull him backwards, walking toward the bedroom.

Holy fuck! I'm about to sleep with a man! Again!

The fading light from the sun setting outside.

The soft music floating from Kurt's iPod on the dresser.

The scent of the vanilla candles he had lit on the nightstand.

The sight of Kurt, eyes closed, cheeks flushed, lips parted, tiny moans escaping his mouth.

The taste of the spearmint gum when he sucked Kurt's tongue into his mouth.

The rhythmic tapping of skin hitting against skin.

His body heating up, a tense anticipation building deep in his stomach, growing and swelling.

He felt like his senses were ridiculously heightened. Every sight, smell, sound, taste and feeling... they were all bright and magnified. All the while, his mind was completely clear, completely at peace.

He loved it. He didn't want it to end.

Every single moment since he'd first been with Kurt, his mind had been racing with "hows" and "whys" and "what ifs". It was beginning to drive him crazy. He just wanted to stop fucking thinking and enjoy... well, at the moment, enjoy fucking.

Actually, simulated fucking, for the time being. They had both been so incredibly hot and ready as soon as they had stumbled into Kurt's room. After stripping out of their clothes and falling down to the bed, they hadn't felt like taking much time for build up. They had quickly scissored their legs together, Kurt on his back and Blaine covering him, then quickly began rutting against each other, their erections side by side between their stomachs.

Blaine knew, that for all intents and purposes, this was sex just as much as anything else. An intimate act between two people: naked, vulnerable, wanting each other's bodies, desperate to come.

If that wasn't sex, he didn't know what was.

There was still something about that ultimate act though. As amazing as this was, even in this moment, he knew he wanted more with Kurt. Wanted everything with Kurt. Wanted to feel intimately connected in every possible way.

His mind stopped it's momentary wandering when he felt a familiar electric jolt, and convulsed uncontrollably.

Um, what had he been thinking about this particular act not quite being enough?

What the fuck was I thinking? Holy fuck!

"Fuck, Kurt! Fuck! Oh fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!"

Kurt managed a tiny, breathless laugh at his sudden outburst, but it was quickly lost as his own orgasm started to build. He dug his fingers into Blaine's hips, encouraging him to go faster.

"Shit, Blaine! Nnggh, oh god, so close."

Blaine sank his head down onto Kurt's shoulder and groaned, biting down lightly on the pale skin to keep himself from coming too soon. He was right on the edge, floating in that moment where everything in the world was so fucking perfect.

"Kurt, I don't think I can... I've gotta-"

"Yes. You can," Kurt panted. "Don't come."

Blaine's breath caught in his throat, feeling slightly shocked. Five seconds ago he would have sworn to you that he couldn't have held on for one more freaking moment.

Five seconds ago, Kurt hadn't said, 'Don't come'.

So he didn't come.

Not yet anyway.

He got to hang in that amazing place a little bit longer, to hang on that precipice where everything was still just so fucking perfect. His head was fuzzy. His whole body tingled and sparked. Beads of sweat were dripping down his forehead from the exertion of holding back. He really had had no idea that he was in possession of this much stamina. To be honest, no one had ever challenged it before.

Just when he got to the place where he was positive he couldn't hold on, where his body was almost stiff with build up and anticipation, Kurt started moaning again beneath him.

"Fuck, yeah. Oh god, Blaine! Blaine! I'm right... there..."

Blaine gasped, then whined, fucking whined, as he gave in. The sudden throbbing hardness of Kurt's dick next to his own, the desperation in Kurt's voice... it completely did him in.

Blaine's hands tightened and clasped onto Kurt's shoulders. Kurt's arms tightened around Blaine's waist, holding him almost too tightly as they both jerked into one last thrust.

The heavy thrusting stopped as their bodies convulsed and tightened around each other one final time. They clung to each other, writhing seamlessly as they groaned and whimpered, riding out the climax.

"Kurt," Blaine whispered roughly. It was still so good, it was almost painful. Smaller waves of pleasure washed over him as he ground his hips down a couple more times. He could feel Kurt's dick pulsate slightly along with his own, as the model thrust his own hips up at the same time and groaned something Blaine couldn't quite make out.

"Okay," Kurt finally laughed breathlessly. "Too much. Too much."

"Sorry," Blaine laughed too. "That was just... so... good... so... goddamn fucking good. It seemed... like it lasted... forever. You are so... fucking good."

Kurt laughed again, this time a little louder.

"I work to be the best."

Blaine let out a laugh, that sounded scarily to his own ears like a giggle.

"Honestly though, babe," Kurt said, his voice still high and a little breathless. "That was nothing but a little frottage. Just you wait."

Blaine collapsed down on top of Kurt weakly at those words, then rolled off to the side.

"You're gonna kill me," he breathed out, turning on his side to curl up into the man next to him.

"I hope not," Kurt smiled, closing his eyes as he pulled a blanket over top of them. "I'd like to keep you around for a while yet I think."

"Hmmm," Blaine murmured sleepily. "I'd like that too. For as long as you want me."

"I hope you're not one of those snobby-ass people who think it's innapropriate to eat in bed," Kurt grinned, carrying a tray into his room where Blaine was still snuggled up under the covers. He sprang up excitedly though at the thought of food. They had slept for a good couple of hours, not waking until nearly eight, and both were starving.

He gave a derisive snort to Kurt's teasing remark.

"I come from the snobbiest of the snobby-ass snobs. I'm fairly certain my mother would have a heart attack at the thought of someone eating in bed."

At Kurt's raised, questioning eyebrow, he shook his head.

"Trust me, we don't want to go down this road. Suffice to say I am nothing like my parents and am quite happy to keep it that way."

When Kurt simply nodded with an understanding smile, not pushing in the slightest, Blaine's heart overflowed for just a moment. That was all it took, him saying he didn't want to talk about it. Maybe Kurt was more sensitive than the average guy. Maybe the rest of his friends were just douchebags, excluding Jared. All he knew was that this kind of support made him feel more loved than he ever had. He lunged across the bed, grabbing Kurt's face and placing a loud smacking kiss on his lips. When he pulled back, Kurt was sitting there with wide eyes, lips still pursed from where Blaine had kissed him.

"Um, okay. Thank you? You're welcome? What was that?"

"That," Blaine smiled, helping himself to the cheese and crackers on the tray, "was a thank you for not pushing the issue about my family, even though I was the one who brought them up."

"Ah, you're welcome," Kurt grinned, plopping down on his stomach and grabbing some of the grapes. "So, I haven't had a chance to ask this yet. Where the hell did all of those candles come from? Also, do fire hazards really turn you on or something, cuz..."

"First of all, I think we've established the fact that I'm just not that good at knowing when it's too much in the romance department. Secondly, I ran down to the little store on the corner when you were at Mrs. Moscowitz's. I also got some wine and... other supplies."

He didn't quite blush, but he didn't quite meet Kurt's eye either. Kurt kept his grin inside.

Oh, this could be fun.

"Did they take you to the back room for supplies?"

Blaine looked at him in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I'm assuming you meant supplies for sex."

"Yeah."

"They have a back room. All the best bondage gear. Whips, restraints, the whole nine yards. Not just wussy handcuffs and shit. The real stuff. Tell me you didn't just get boring lube and condoms."

Blaine's mouth hung open unattractively, his face turning white.

Oh my fucking god! He's into, like, heavy BDSM! Oh my god!

Kurt worked incredibly hard at keeping a straight face.

Holy shit! He totally believes me!

Just when Blaine was coming up with the courage to try and say something in response, Kurt broke, bursting into laughter and falling face forward onto the bed. The color came back to Blaine's face and a smile broke out, though he was amusedly annoyed and more than a little embarrassed.

"You ass!"

He grabbed a pillow and began whacking Kurt with it, before pushing the tray off to the side and diving on top of him. He pinned him down and began tickling, at which point Kurt begged him to stop, saying he was going to pee his pants if Blaine wasn't careful.

"Fine," Blaine sighed, collapsing off to the side. "I think you've paid enough for your damned treachery."

"Geez," Kurt rolled his eyes. "Overly-dramatic much? Why do I get the feeling that you're going to be the drama queen in this relationship?"

The lay, side-by-side, still smiling, but slightly more serious now at the word relationship. Neither flinched at it, they just... soaked it in.

"Can I," Blaine cleared his throat suddenly, scooting closer to loop an arm around Kurt's waist, "um, ask you something?"

"Course," Kurt nuzzled into him. "Anything."

"Earlier, when I was about to come, and you told me not to..." He trailed off when Kurt wrinkled up his nose and buried his face down into Blaine's shoulder with a groan.

"Oooh, gooood! That!" He sat back with an embarrassed smirk, before his eyes widened. "Oh shit! Oh shit, shit, shit! Then I made that stupid bondage gear joke! Oh my god, I'm so embarrassed! I swear I'm not really into that! I mean, not the heavy weird stuff anyway!"

Blaine laughed, pulling him back into his arms.

"Serves you right! That little joke had me sweating bullets."

They both smiled, chuckling a little as they curled up into each other again.

"So," Blaine asked softly, once they had settled in. "For real though, in that moment..."

"Honestly," Kurt responded with a little laugh. "It just kind of came out. I wasn't trying to like, pull some dom/sub crap and like, control your orgasm or something. I just really wanted you to hold out for another minute or two so we could come together. Did it bother you?"

"Hmmm," Blaine sighed happily. "Not in the slightest. In fact, I really liked it. I mean, like you said, not in some weird, creepy way. I really loved the communication though, the connection. I loved being so together in that moment. I've just never really had that with anyone before."

"You mean with sex, or with relationships period?"

Blaine was quiet, realizing that he didn't know the answer to that.

Kurt didn't push when he got no response, just snuggled down onto Blaine's chest and held him close.

"Well, I liked it too."

Blaine closed his eyes with a smile, pressing a kiss to the brown hair that was brushing against his face.

"So, speaking of sex..."

"Oh, that was subtle," Kurt snickered, sitting up and turning around as he bit his lip. He suddenly looked so much like that first night they had been together. Blaine could see it, turning around as they ran out of the bar, hand-in-hand. Kurt was behind him, cheeks flushed, biting his lip and looking almost innocent.

"Well," Kurt said softly, reaching a hand out to brush back a curl that was hanging loose on Blaine's forehead. "I do recall promising you a really good fuck earlier, and while our frotting was definitely amazing, I'm all for something more now, if you are..."

Innocent? Did I seriously just think innocent?

"Yeah," Blaine croaked out. "Definitely. Definitely up for that. Definitely up for a good fuck."

"Okay then," Kurt got out of bed and held out his hand. Blaine took it in surprise.

"What are we doing?"

Kurt looked over his shoulder with a sassy smirk.

"We're off for the good kind of fuck. I may not be into intense BDSM, but I'm definitely not completely boring either. Come on, lover."

He said the last word in a throaty, jokingly seductive voice before heading out the door.

Blaine promptly walked into a wall.