"This is weird."

"What's weird? Being in the bathtub with another man, being in the bathtub with me, ooor... the fizzing bath salts? Cuz if it's the last one I'd have to say I agree. They are less relaxing, and more fizzing and popping in the most inappropriate places."

Blaine chuckled and tipped his head back onto Kurt's shoulder for a second, gazing into the eyes that were filled with amusement.

"More like being in the bathtub period, let alone with anyone. Also, the bath salts. They are oddly erotic and it feels kind of wrong."

Blaine could feel Kurt shaking with silent laughter behind him.

"Yeah, they were a present from Luke. I'd never tried them before. He has this thing where he sucks at buying gifts, but he tries hard. This was one of his better attempts actually. At least this was slightly in character for me. One year he bought me a cowboy hat for my birthday. A freaking cowboy hat! I had no clue what to say to him, except smack him upside the head."

Blaine shook his head, truly cracking up at the marked differences between their best friends. Jared usually knew what Blaine would like in a gift before Blaine even did. It just came naturally to him. Blaine had to admit that he could actually relate to Luke. He was generally at a loss when it came to buying gifts for people. He admired Luke quite a bit for continuing to try. He resorted to things like gift cards way too often.

Crap! Kurt is not gonna be a gift card kinda guy! I'm gonna have to consult with Jared...

"So," Kurt interrupted his thoughts, "why is it weird being in a bath? You can't honestly tell me that no girlfriend in the past has insisted that you take a romantic, candlelit bath together before."

"I honestly can," Blaine chuckled. "I dunno. I'm very much a shower person. I'm in and out in about three minutes. I don't think I'd have the patience to try and get clean via bath all the time."

"Oh, darling. That very statement shows how little you know about baths. You don't take baths with the goal of getting clean. You take baths to help you relax and feel good."

Kurt reached down to gently cup Blaine's cock, which pretty much immediately went from soft to half-hard.

"Don't you feel good?"

"Yup. Definitely feel good," Blaine grinned, sinking back against Kurt and closing his eyes. They popped back open though when the light caresses stopped, and Kurt moved his hands to link around Blaine's waist.

"Hey! It was just getting good!"

"We'll get back to it," Kurt laughed, tipping his head to kiss Blaine's ear. "I just think that we should talk a bit though. We've been more about the fucking than the talking, not that I'm really complaining, believe you me. It's just that we're supposedly making a decision by tonight as to where we stand and I feel like I know more about how to make you come than I do about your life. I doubt we'll stand a chance as a couple this way."

"I feel the need to contest the validity of that argument," Blaine settled his fingers over Kurt's, tracing over the backs of his hands. "What are some of the biggest fights that couples end up having? They are about sex, children and money... or so I read in Cosmo. From what I know we both make pretty decent livings, so I think we're gonna be safe there. Children... ummm... we'll cross that bridge when we come to it, if ever. Then there's sex, at which we're already doing pretty spectacularly. Two out of three, baby! We've got nothing to worry about!"

Kurt rolled his eyes, and squeezed Blaine's waist playfully.

"Still, I have a sneaky suspicion that couples with successful relationships know slightly more about each other than we do."

"I guess you're right," Blaine gave in with a smile. "So, how do we do this? It feels kinda forced to say, 'tell me something about yourself.' It'll feel like a job interview or something."

"How about we turn it into a game?"

Blaine immediately brightened and flipped around in the tub to face Kurt, sloshing water over the edge. He thrust his hips up in the air, making sure that his erection was on display, above water level.

"Yes, please!"

"Not a game like last time," Kurt laughed, splashing some water his way. "I mean a game that involves strictly talking for just a little while."

"Ruin my fun," Blaine responded, sinking back against the other side of the tub, looking dejected. He smiled though when Kurt splashed more water at him, and swatted some moisture his way in return.

"Oh, I'll give you plenty of fun," Kurt leaned forward, circling the tip of Blaine's cock with a wet finger.

"Trust me."

Blaine grinned, yanking Kurt into his arms so that more water splashed over the side, and settled the model in so that he could hold from behind.

Kurt chuckled a bit at the playfulness, then sank back against Blaine's chest.

"I'm gonna hold you to that," Blaine sighed happily, leaning his head in to kiss Kurt lightly, just below the ear. Kurt shivered, trying to ignore how much that turned him on. He had just gotten done telling Blaine that they needed to talk for a bit.

For goodness sake! Have some freaking self control!

"So," he cleared his throat. "Here's what I'm thinking, game-wise. I ask a question, then you ask question. Simple. We have to answer what the other person asks, no exceptions."

"Any questions at all?"

"Any questions."

"Wow. Nothing like getting right down to it."

"It's do or die time."

Blaine laughed out loud.

"I thought we established that I'm going to be the dramatic one. Do or die is just a bit over the top. Don't you think?"

"I wasn't being dramatic. I was being metaphorical," Kurt cocked his head to the side sassily as he glanced back at Blaine.

"Ah, okay," Blaine laughed, kissing him on the shoulder. "Sounds like a plan. You go first."

"Alright. Who's Celeste?"

Blaine burst out laughing.

"You were ready with that one, weren't you?!"

Kurt just shot him another sassy grin. Blaine sighed with a shake of his head.

"Celeste... is like a bad penny. She keeps turning up in my life, over and over, and like a fool, I'm tricked every single time."

"Yikes," Kurt said sympathetically. "So, do you repeatedly get into a relationship, or is it a series of hook-ups?"

"Nope. That's two questions."

"Come on!"

"Nope. My turn."

"Fine. Ass."

"Woah, there! No name calling! That should be against the rules!"

Kurt flipped around so that they were chest-to-chest, and pressed a kiss to his lips.

"I'm sorry. I won't tell you when you're being an ass. Apparently you're a little girl and can't handle it."

Blaine made a face and splashed Kurt in the face, causing the other man to sit up, sputtering out water while laughing, and grabbing a towel to wipe his eyes.

"If you're done being mean to me, I'll ask my question," Blaine sniffed in pretend annoyance. Kurt drew his knees up, facing Blaine with a grin.

"Go for it."

"How many relationships have you ever been in?"

It was completely silent for a moment.

"Kurt?"

"Shhh, I'm counting."

"That high?" Blaine laughed, though he was starting to feel nervous.

"No," Kurt laughed right back. "I'd just never really taken the time to count before. Six. Now answer my question about your bad penny."

Blaine sighed heavily.

"One horrible relationship experience, followed by several occasions of vulnerable indiscretion. K, my turn again. Out of the six, were none serious? I remember you saying that you had never been close enough with a guy to think about marriage before."

Kurt let out a sigh of his own, leaning back against the wall of the tub.

"I did say that, huh?"

He was silent again for a moment, but Blaine didn't push. It was easy to see that this wasn't the funnest topic. He reached through the water to lightly stroke Kurt's knee. The model started a little at the touch, having been lost in his own thoughts, but then smiled reassuringly.

"Well, one guy was kind of serious. The closest thing I've ever had to serious anyway, but he wasn't... the nicest guy in the world. I never let myself consider having anything more with him because I knew that it would never work. The other guys were nice enough, but they were more cases of 'keeping each other around for companionship'... and, you know, someone convenient to get off with."

Kurt blushed a little at the confession, but seemed bolstered by the steady pressure of Blaine's hand on his knee.

"Okay, now why would it have been so horrible for Jared to have called your mom?"

Blaine raised an eyebrow and looked at him incredulously.

"Jeez! You, with the big guns today!"

Kurt just shrugged with a small smile.

"My mother," Blaine groaned. "Where do I begin? Well, if you look up the word 'wasp' at urban dictionary, I'm fairly certain you'll find her picture there. Old money, incredibly uptight, keeping up appearances is everything, and can manage to smack you across the face with the sharpest criticism imaginable while still sounding pleasant. She is one of the scariest and most difficult to get along people I have ever known. She can somehow manage to make you feel like shit about yourself, without ever losing her guise of being polite."

"That's quite a talent," Kurt responded, looking mildly impressed. Blaine peered at him appraisingly.

"Why do I get the feeling that you're excited to meet her versus being scared?"

"This counts as your question to me, by the way."

Blaine looked up in surprise as Kurt grinned sneakily.

"Shit!"

"Yes, shit. You've got to be more careful, darling. In answer to your question, no. I'm not nervous to meet her. If I ever do, that is. Do you have any idea how many people like that I meet in my career? I'll be in my element."

Blaine grinned widely, now thinking that he really couldn't wait until Kurt got to meet his mom. It sounded like it would be epic.

"The water is getting cold," Kurt shivered. "You want to get out?"

"That counts as your question, and yes!" Blaine exclaimed, looking way too excited as he stood from the water, holding a hand out to help Kurt up.

"Notice that you're much more concerned about it than me," Kurt laughed, snatching a large fluffy towel from a holder near the tub. He wrapped it around the both of them as they stepped out together.

"Yes, well I'm competitive in that way."

Blaine pulled him close inside the towel, running a hand down the soft curve of his ass.

"It's my turn for a question again," he breathed against Kurt's lips.

"Hmmm." Kurt settled his lips against Blaine's, parting them with an open mouthed kiss and sweeping his tongue against Blaine's gently.

"What do you want me to do to you next?" Blaine murmured, before sucking Kurt's tongue into his own mouth.

Kurt sagged a bit in his arms at the question, and deepened the kiss with a little whimper.

"Mmmmph... I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me right now."

Blaine was pushing Kurt up against the wall in the bedroom, pressing into him and doing his best to lift him into the air. A small moan escaped Kurt's lips as Blaine aggressively thrust a thigh forward between his legs, pushing firmly against his straining cock. He whimpered loudly when Blaine jutted his hips up and forward once again, momentarily lifting the model completely off his feet and roughly into the wall.

Kurt tipped his head back, exposing his neck, feeling the best kind of vulnerable. He just wanted Blaine to claim him, more than anything.

"Fuck, Blaine. Just take me. Please. I need you to just take me. I want to feel you inside me. I need to feel your weight on top of me. God, I just need it so bad."

Kurt's words hit him like a pleasurable ton of bricks. Blaine felt an unexpected jolt of nervousness along with a thrill of excitement, and it shocked him. He hadn't been a virgin for a good ten years. Why should he be feeling so nervous, like it was his very first time again?

He knew that part of his fear came from the fact that was that there was more risk of hurting your partner if you didn't take care with this type of sex, and the thought of accidentally hurting Kurt instead of giving him pleasure was devastating.

Another part of him though, a part he almost wasn't ready to admit to, knew that part of his nerves stemmed from the strong feelings he was developing at such a fast pace.

He had never entered into a physical relationship with so much riding on it. Any intimacy in the past had been a case of 'Well, we've been together for a bit. We're both feeling pretty horny. Guess it's time to have sex.'

It was easy to move into a physical relationship when your main concern was whether you would both come. Easy... yet decidedly empty.

This was so different. This meant so much more. He was so fucking turned on, and wanted Kurt so badly it physically hurt. That part was similar. The difference was that he was worried about more than just taking care of Kurt physically. He wanted to take care of him emotionally.

He could not fuck this up. He would not.

"God, yes! I want you so bad, Kurt," he whispered into the model's neck. He strained a bit as he grasped either side of Kurt's ass, lifting him fully into the air and slamming him back against the wall to hold him in place. Kurt collapsed into him with a delighted groan, wrapping both legs around his waist as tightly as he could. Kurt whimpered, grinding down as the head of Blaine's fully-hard cock slipped up against his hole.

The muscles in Blaine's arms twitched, already starting to feel the exertion of holding Kurt up against the wall. The model may have been fairly slim, but Blaine was a pretty small guy himself, and he knew that he couldn't keep up with this position for long.

"Here," he panted, patting Kurt's thighs gently. "As much as I would love to just fuck you up against this wall, I think we're gonna need to be a little more creative to make it work. Right now I don't feel like taking the time to figure out how to be creative. I just want to get right to making you feel good."

Kurt breathed out a little laugh and slipped down from Blaine's hips, landing on the floor softly.

"I am one hundred percent on board with you making me feel good. And yes, let's save creative wall sex for when it's not our first time like this."

Blaine let out a breath that was heavy with anticipation, and momentarily pressed the other man back into the wall. He opened his mouth against Kurt's, pulling the model's bottom lip into his own mouth and running his tongue against the softness.

Fucking hell, his lips are so soft!

He worried the lip between his teeth lightly, sucking it all the way into his mouth as he splayed his hands up and down Kurt's chest and sides. Kurt whined in the back of his throat, breathing against Blaine's face. He quickly slid his own tongue against Blaine's upper lip, before battling to connect their lips completely.

Blaine gave in, reaching both hands up to thread through Kurt's hair.

"Mmmm..." he sighed, as they slipped their tongues into each other's mouths at the same time. He was still a little bit in awe of the contrast in textures when it came to kissing Kurt. There was a roughness from the small amount of stubble around his mouth, and he was still having a tiny bit of culture shock at that.

The inside of Kurt's mouth though... just, damn.

It was so fucking soft, and warm, and sweet, and he just wanted to melt into Kurt's tongue and lips, and just keep on tasting him forever.

He was so caught up in simply enjoying their kisses, that he momentarily forgot their original goal. That is until Kurt's cock, already completely hard, thrust directly against his own.

Without a word, and with an attempt to not break their kiss, he started walking the few steps backwards to Kurt's bed. They were both burst out laughing though when he tripped over his own feet and stumbled back onto the bed, pulling Kurt down hard on top of him.

The humor died away quickly though. They were both naked after all, and achingly hard and pressing into one another.

Blaine grasped Kurt by the waist and quickly flipped him over onto his back, pressing down on top of him and leaning in to suck gently on the small patch of skin right behind Kurt's left ear.

Kurt's limbs twitched involuntarily at the jolt of pleasure from having Blaine lavish so much attention on that particular spot. That small space of skin was like a mini G-spot for him. The way that Blaine was sucking with just the right amount of pressure, brushing lightly with his tongue, and not licking sloppily. The way he was nipping just the tiniest bit with his teeth...

Fuck! It was so goddamn amazing.

Not to mention the fact that Blaine was pressing down on his body with all of his weight, frotting against him steadily. Their cocks were lined up next to each other, pressed firmly between their stomachs. Every time Blaine thrust, the too-dry friction would send an electric current flowing from his groin, and spreading all the way to his fingertips and toes.

He knew that if this kept up, he wouldn't last much longer, and he definitely wanted to last. He dug his fingers into Blaine's hips, slowing him down and regretfully nudged the other man's face away from his neck.

"Are you, do you, um, think you're ready?" He gazed up into the hazel eyes dazedly, and had to swallow back his urge to tackle Blaine down and rut against him desperately when he saw how full of lust those eyes were.

A tinge of nervousness flooded Blaine's expression at Kurt's words though. He nodded quickly, placing a light kiss to Kurt's lips. Sitting up, he grabbed the lube and condoms that were still sitting out on Kurt's bedside table from the night before.

"Are you okay?" Kurt asked quietly. "You look like maybe you don't want to do this."

Blaine looked down at him in genuine surprise, before realizing how his uncertainty was being misinterpreted. Kurt suddenly looked so damn vulnerable and small. So completely unlike the man that Blaine had started to fall for. He felt terrible, and every protective instinct he had came to the surface.

"No, no, no!" He said quickly, a genuine smile on his face as he kissed Kurt's lips, rubbing the tips of their noses together briefly. "I mean, I'm not gonna lie. I'm nervous, but it's only cuz I'm just, really fucking scared of accidentally hurting you or something."

Kurt lost his vulnerable countenance almost immediately, and an understanding smile took it's place. He also looked a bit intrigued though.

"It's okay. You're going to be just fine. Do the same things that I did to you last night and you'll be perfect. Plus, my body is much more used to this, so there really isn't much danger that you could hurt me. Just be careful, and I know you will be."

Blaine nodded gratefully, letting out a deep breath that he didn't even realize he'd been holding. Kurt reached up to stroke his cheek.

"I'm curious though. How come you're so much more nervous about this than you were last night? I'd have thought that bottoming would have been a stranger adjustment than topping for you."

Blaine quirked up an eyebrow in surprise, not even sure how to respond to that at first. All of this was just so new, and foreign and unpredictable. Every moment in bed with Kurt was turning out to be the most satisfying sexual experiences he'd ever had in his life. The thing was, he really didn't think it had to do with the fact that it was with a man. It simply had to do with the fact that these moments were with Kurt.

"I don't know," he spoke carefully, taking a moment to lie down fully on top of Kurt and rest his head on the other man's chest. "I don't think that I was any less nervous when I bottomed. I think that I just internalized it a lot more. The amazing thing about last night was that it allowed me to go to this place where I could just give up control for a bit and feel a little more... sensual, maybe. Just letting go and letting you... it was so weird at first and I had to get over this mental block, but once I did... shit, Kurt! It was just so fucking mind-blowing!"

Kurt's chest shook a little as he laughed, knowing exactly what Blaine was talking about and agreeing with him.

"Now with this. I'm so unbelievably excited to be the one to blow your mind, and to be perfectly honest, just the thought of fucking into that gorgeous ass of yours gets me hard. I guess I'm more visibly nervous though, because last night it didn't matter that I didn't know what I was doing. Now it matters a lot. I feel just as afraid of messing up as when I lost my virginity!"

Kurt laughed again and pushed Blaine up so that they could look directly at each other.

"Sweetie?" He said with a gentle smirk. "You are going to be great. If you're uncertain about anything just ask me, but it's not as if you're completely unaware of how this works. Besides, I will not hesitate to tell you if something needs to change. Now let's get moving. I'm starting to lose my erection with all of this serious talk."

Blaine let out a relieved breath and smiled seductively.

"We can't have that," he whispered in a low voice, eyeing Kurt lustfully once again as he quickly sank down to pull the model's softening cock into his mouth.

"Shit, you're way too good at that," Kurt breathed out, fighting to hold his hips still and not begin to fuck Blaine's face.

Blaine stayed that way for a couple minutes, sucking gently and swirling his tongue, before pulling off with a wet, little noise. He raised his head to gaze at Kurt's face, and his heart raced at what he found.

Kurt's eyes were heavily lidded and he smiled slowly as he rested his head back on his pillow. His chest heaved a bit with ragged breaths. He was gazing up at Blaine with eyes that were a deep, ocean blue with intense desire. He saw Kurt's yearning to just be taken and dominated by him, and his nervousness suddenly seemed much less significant. His own desire to please the other man until he was screaming incoherently overwhelmed him.

Kurt lifted his hips automatically as Blaine pulled a pillow underneath his ass, mimicking Kurt's move from the previous evening. He remembered how great that particular angle had been.

Blaine traced a hand over Kurt's stiff cock, stroking it lazily and moving down on occasion to lightly massage his balls, as he awkwardly squeezed some lube into his fingers with his free hand. He warmed it slightly before sliding his hand across one of Kurt's ass cheeks, and slipped his slicked up fingers into the parting.

He felt a little uncertain though at not being able to see what he was doing, and stopped stroking Kurt's dick in order to use both hands. Kurt didn't seem to mind in the slightest, and closed his eyes with a contented sigh, relaxing completely at Blaine's hands.

Blaine pushed aside all reservations, and grabbed Kurt's ankles, pushing them up to his ass, leaving him spread wide and open. He used his dry hand to lightly pull back on one cheek, fully exposing the small, puckered hole. He watched in fascination as Kurt let out a deep breath and relaxed completely at his touch. The rim eased open for him fairly quickly. He smoothed his finger over it lightly before pushing inside.

He quickly moved on to thrusting his finger in deeply when Kurt melted into his touch, and began to work him open with gentle movements. His breath caught in his throat as he watched the other man's body respond to the touches.

Kurt's eyes remained closed, and his head tipped back just a bit, exposing his pale neck. He arched his back, lifting his defined abs into the air with steady, quivering little movements. His cheeks started to flush and soft moans were coming from his mouth.

"Yes, Blaine. Yes. Just like that oh fuck oh yes. Please. Don't stop."

All of these words were spilling from his mouth breathlessly and in a rambling string. Blaine was growing flushed himself and harder by the second, just watching Kurt slowly come undone.

"More lube, Blaine," Kurt breathed out at one point.

"Won't it get too messy?" Blaine asked uncertainly, looking down at the significant amount that was already missing from the little bottle. Kurt laughed lightly and shook his head.

"Lube is the gay man's best friend, honey. You literally can never use too much."

Blaine wordlessly slathered some more onto his fingers, and slid back in with three this time. Kurt let out a loud groan at the sudden fill, squirming as he adjusted to the stretch. Blaine thrusted in a bit deeper, scissoring as he went, and was surprised at Kurt's sudden, high pitched cry. The model immediately clung to the sheets with white knuckles, fucking himself down onto Blaine's hand almost desperately.

His soft, pleasured ramblings from before suddenly paled in comparison.

"Fuck, yes! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fucking hell, Blaine! Holy fucking shit!"

Blaine wiggled his fingers, continually searching for that same spot.

So that's what the prostrate feels like!

He groaned in a pained voice, and his cock grew even harder as he watched Kurt. The model thrashed his flushed face to the side, mumbling for Blaine to please fuck him harder with every thrust of his fingers, and reached a hand up to pull distractedly on his own sweat-damp hair.

Blaine quickly palmed himself, sighing in relief at the much-needed touch.

"How are you doing?" He asked Kurt in a rough voice. "Are you stretched enou-"

"Just fuck me already!" Kurt called out carelessly. "God, Blaine! I just want your dick inside me! Please just fuck me as deep as you can! Please!"

Blaine had never rolled on a condom so quickly in his entire life, and he just hoped that he hadn't accidentally ripped it in his desperation.

Kurt surprised him, and scootched himself down a bit, propping his leg up and over Blaine's shoulder, leaving himself wide open and completely exposed. His stretched hole was glistening with lube, twitching needily, aching to be filled again.

God, he is just so open. So ready to be fucked. He is so damn, fucking beautiful!

"Look at me," Blaine said softly, and Kurt's stormy blue eyes popped open immediately. Blaine watched as the desperate need in Kurt's eyes glazed over with fulfillment when he lined himself up against the model's ass, and slowly started to push in.

He remembered well the frantic need to be filled again after being stretched and having his prostrate so skillfully stimulated. He could empathetically feel Kurt's relief.

That was quickly overpowered though as his own pleasure crashed into him so fast he almost choked on his own ragged breaths.

Oh, sweet lord! This is so much tighter than a vagina! Oh my fucking god!

"Kurt," he gasped. "Kurt... so g-good."

Blaine whined loudly, not even caring how it sounded, and barely noticing Kurt's breathless chuckle, because, really? Nothing in his life had ever squeezed so fucking tightly around his cock. He was in his own personal heaven.

Kurt let his leg slip from Blaine's shoulder, and he pulled him down so that they were chest-to-chest and nose-to-nose. He wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck and shoulders, shaking slightly as he held him close, and Blaine suddenly remembered his words from earlier.

I want to feel you inside me. I need to feel your weight on top of me. God I just need it so bad!

"Do you want to feel me on top of you?" He whispered as he settled down on his elbows, jutting his hips forward and thrusting his cock deep inside Kurt's ass. "Do you want this? For me to just fuck you, press down into the mattress and fuck you so hard?"

"God, yes!" Kurt groaned, letting his legs fall loose as his orgasm slowly started to build.

Blaine was fucking into him just right. He was covering him with his body just right. He was speaking to him in that deep, husky voice, that was absolutely just right.

"Fu-... I... Bla-... I..." Kurt was beyond coherent words.

Blaine, on the other hand, once he started fucking into Kurt aggressively, was out of his damn mind. Kurt's asshole, already squeezing him so deliciously tight, was spasming and clenching around him as Kurt neared his climax. He had no words at all.

"Ung... Aaahhh... K... Ah..."

He felt his entire body shaking almost violently at the fierce amount of pleasure smashing into him with every thrust forward.

They were almost forehead-to-forehead, eyes locked into each other.

"Harder," Kurt rasped, scraping down Blaine's shoulder blade with the nails of his left hand, anxiously trying to hold him as close as possible. He squeezed his right hand between them shakily, to grasp his leaking erection. One quick squeeze nearly spiraled him over the edge.

Blaine slammed into Kurt even harder, unseating himself for a moment with his frenzied thrust. He screamed out in exasperation, guiding himself back into Kurt's hole, just as his orgasm crashed into him.

Kurt jerked and writhed, mouth falling open silently.

Blaine stiffened and shook, smothering a broken cry into Kurt shoulder.

Everything seemed to turn into slow-motion as they moved together quietly then. They worked each other through the intense aftershocks, and nuzzled each other gently as their bodies cooled down, and stopped trembling quite so violently.

After several minutes, their breathing slowed and they were thinking clearly again. They stayed in the same position, not ready to lose their intense connection quite yet. They were both shaking a bit, this time from a chill as their bodies cooled, and the sweat that had been running down their faces and backs quickly dried.

With a deep sigh, Blaine eventually pulled out, mostly soft, and weakly tied off the condom, tossing it to the side. Kurt reached, just as weakly, for a tissue to wipe away some of the drying lube and come.

They silently snuggled up, noses pressed together as they shared a pillow. Kurt pulled the comforter up around their chins, and they lazily entwined their limbs so that they were completely wrapped into each other.

They were both inexplicably quiet as they stared sleepily into each others eyes. Soft smiles spread across their faces as their eyelids drooped and their breathing slowed.

"Blaine?"

"Yes?"

"I want to ask you something."

"K."

"Will you be my boyfriend?"

Kurt's voice was almost slurred as he asked the question, and Blaine smiled as he forced his eyes open. Kurt's lashes were fluttering as he fought to stay awake long enough to get an answer. Blaine gave him a slack grin as his own lashes flickered down for good.

"Hell yes. I thought you'd never ask."