"Okay, let's talk about appropriate places for sexual intercourse."

Burt said driving down the highway.

"Dad." Kurt groaned.

"A bed, your own bed. In your own home, when the rest of your family are out and not due back for at least an hour. Windows closed, curtains closed, doors locked. That's the end of the list. Period."

"Dad we were only.."

"Places that are not appropriate for sexual intercourse. Backseats of cars; public bathrooms; parents and siblings beds; classrooms; zoos; fair grounds; national parks; subways; dressing rooms; religious sites; museums and art galleries; motels; anywhere in Las Vegas or Washington. There's always a camera believe me I watch CSI and the news. Skate parks; ice rinks; Car parks; tables, it's unhygienic; ironing boards; backstage in theatres."

"Dad are you just trying to give us ideas?"

"KURT! I'm being serious. This weekend has pointed out to me that you boys are not aware of appropriate behaviour."

"Mr. Hummel, may I speak bluntly?" Blaine asked.

"Go on." Burt sighed.

"We are aware of appropriate behaviour. We are always acting exactly as everybody wants us to act. We don't kiss at school not even just on the cheek even though heterosexual couples are always making out in the corridors. We know that if we were to do the same we may get beaten up. The only time we can be one hundred percent comfortable with each other is when we're alone. This weekend, we've got to spend a lot of time together. A lot of time with nobody around whose going to judge us; time when we can be free but unlike most of the time when we can be free we can't comfortably make out because you're around. Which is nice, you know to get to knew you better. It's like, we can sleep next to each other and hold hands and share a few kisses but nothing more and it's like..."

"Your minds continually on one thing." Burt finished sounding like he was not to happy with the topic of conversation.

"Not continuously, but you know the alcohol and the argument... it's kind of made us a little.. I want to be close to him." Blaine smiled over at Kurt and they took each others hands.

Burt sighed.

"Yeah, okay. Can you promise me you won't act like this in Lima? Or you know, get arrested for indecent exposure."

"I promise." Blaine said.

"Where are we going?" Finn butted in.

"Into the town, we can spend a few hours looking around."

"Shopping!" Kurt shouted excitedly.

Blaine laughed fondly and squeezed his hand.

"Do I have to shop?" Finn said.

"Maybe you and I can find something else to do." Burt suggested.

"Oh no! You're not going to going to leave me with him when he's in shopping mode." Blaine laughed. "He dresses me up like a doll. "

"Not like a doll. " Kurt complained. "I only made you wear a frilly dress once."

"I didn't hear that." Burt groaned.

"And it did suite you." Kurt continued.

"It's the curls." Blaine said. "When I was a kid I refused to have it cut and nobody would have known I was a boy. Bee- Lana."

"I bet you'd look wonderful with longer curls." Kurt said running his finger through Blaine's hair. He was so glad that he'd unpacked Blaine's gel when he wasn't looking.

"No they turn into a bit of an afro."

Kurt leaned in and kissed his cheek. "I'd still like to see."

"Mmm… perhaps one day. But I don't see it happening soon."

"I love you."

"Really? Because you know I really wasn't sure." Blaine teased.

"Shut up." Kurt sad smashing their lips together.

"Kurt, Blaine, that's enough for one day." Burt said.

Blaine pulled away with a sigh he pressed his forehead to Kurt's head.

"I love you too by the way. I am completely and utterly insanely in love with you."

The moment was ruined by Finn making gagging noises.

"Oh shut up." Kurt said.

Burt drove through the centre of the small town and they looked out the windows pointing to the little shops (no designer) and caf�s along the way. Finn and Burt agreed to go the little bowling alley but something else caught Kurt's attention.

Burt parked up and they all got out the car.

"Right. Blaine Kurt, no funny business. We meet back here in two hours without police escorts. Okay? Don't bother eating we'll get something together."

"Thanks Dad." Kurt said grabbing Blaine's hand and pulling him down the street.

"Wow. Wait up." Blaine laughed.

"I can't it's about to start in a minute."

"What's about to start, I thought we were going shopping?"

"That was until I saw a sign post.. wait it's just down here." Kurt said running down the street holding Blaine's hand as he did so. He dropped his hand as they received an odd glance by a man walking past. Blaine walked further up to walk next to Kurt there pace slowing down.

"I'm sure it said it was on now."

"What is? Kurt?"

"Here." Kurt said stopping outside a little music shop. Blaine looked at the guitars lining the window.

"Is there some kind of show on?"

"No." Kurt pointed to the steps that went down next to the shop into a bar.

Blaine was confused until he saw the sign out in the middle of the street.

"Beginners pole dancing, every Sunday 4pm, $20 an hour, walk ins welcome." Blaine read out.

"You want to go to a pole dancing class?"

"Yeah. It'll be fun." Kurt said with a light little shrug.

"I… I don't know, you know how I feel…"

"I know." Kurt said placing a hand over Blaine's wrist. "But it's just us, and it's good exercise."

"Okay." Blaine said giving in. "I'll give it a go."

"Great." Kurt grabbed his hand and they ran down the stairs.

The bar was quiet nice when they reached the bottom. Though underground it was brightly lit. The booths were a deep mahogany and the walls were painted a deep purple. There were a few customers sat at the bar, young men and women.

"I.D." The guy behind the bar shouted when he saw them.

"We were here for the poll dancing; do we have to be over twenty-one?" Kurt asked.

The bar tender shook his head.

"Through there." He said pointing to a door at the back of the bar.

Kurt and Blaine stepped through the door to find a room larger than the bar. There was a wide staged area with a pole at the end and two poles in the corner. There were three more poles in the middle of the floor that had weights at the bottom of them and attachments to the ceiling that showed they had been moved there for the class. Little tables were piled up in the corner next to stacks of chairs. Kurt could feel Blaine tense next to him obviously uncomfortable with being in the pole dancing club. Kurt had not known it would actually be a club but as he glanced around at the seven women who were stood there he felt better. They looked respectable enough. One, a woman with long blonde hair and wearing a black leotard and heels walked over to them.

"Hey."

"Hi." Kurt replied.

"We don't normally get boys. You aren't here to stare at all the ladies are you?"

Kurt and Blaine glanced at each other.

"Guess not then." The woman said. She looked at them again.

"What are you wearing under those coats?"

"Oh." Kurt said looking down. "Guess skin tight jeans aren't brilliant for this kind of thing."

"Not really, but we don't do any splits in beginners class."

"You?" The teacher said looking at Blaine.

"Oh, slacks and a wife beater do?"

"Better than skin tight jeans." The woman said walking away after Kurt had paid her.

Blaine and Kurt started taking off there coats and jumper and shoes stripping down until Blaine was in the vest that showed his arms and the top of his pectoral muscles. Kurt's white top was thin but long sleeved and v-neck.

"Damn, I should have brought my leotard."

"You have a leotard? Why have I not seen it?" Blaine said after a moment of open mouthed staring.

"Well I have to save something for a rainy day."

"You're going to have to show me the minute we get back. Otherwise you're just a tease."

"I am just a tease." Kurt said.

Blaine rolled is eyes as they walked over to join the rest of the group. Three of the women were in their early twenties but the other three were approaching middle age. It was obvious that the pole dancing was becoming the fashionable way to keep fit.

"Okay." The teacher said clapping her hands. "Let's start with some warm up exercises."

She led them in a typical warm up stretching all their muscles like they did before P.E. classes. Kurt noticed that Blaine was starting to relax; he also noticed that his ass looked amazing when he bent over. Okay, if he was going to be stretching his legs apart in skin tight jeans then he had to stop looking at his boyfriend ass otherwise things would get very uncomfortable very quickly.

Warm ups finished the teacher turned on her Ipod station that started to blast out American Woman.

"Okay girls and guys lets see your confidence walks." She said doing a sexy strut that showed off her long toned legs.

Blaine tried to shot Kurt a 'this is ridiculous look' but it turned out Kurt was really into it. He threw his shoulders back and strutted forwards lips pursed slightly and eyes direct.

"That is a sexy walk. What's you name?" The teacher said smiling at Kurt.

"Kurt."

"Girls watch Kurt's walk, even without heels that is a' I am sexy and confident in myself' walk. That's a walk that keeps all eyes on you."

"Okay." She shouted strutting towards the middle pole. "Let's do a fireman."

She walked around it a few times then with her hand high on the pole she shifted her weight, pulled up and clasped the pole with her knees. She spun around the pole several times until she slid gratefully to the floor.

She pointed to three girls to go up and try it first. Two obviously had done it before because they performed the move immediately (though not as well as the teacher). The third had to try several time jumping before she could get a good grasp of the pole.

Kurt went up with the next group. Blaine watched as he performed the spin perfectly first time complete with sexy stare. How was it that a year ago he had thought this boy completely without sex appeal?

Kurt walked back to join Blaine.

"You.. that was.. surprisingly sexy."

"I'm not a baby penguin anymore."

"No." Blaine whispered. "You know how to be sexy. It's all about the confidence."

"Well, you were the one who helped me with my confidence." Kurt whispered back. "I think it's your turn on the pole. I'll be watching."

Blaine nervously ran his hand through his hair. He approached the pole, grabbed hold of it above his head, walked several times and then tried jumping. He grabbed the pole with his knees and then stayed there; a foot above the floor with his knees clamped on the pole.

"Give it another go boyo." The Teacher said.

"Can we just skip to the next one, I'm sure I'll catch on eventually." Blaine said embarrassed.

"Well, if you want."

Kurt squeezed his shoulder when he walked back.

The teacher moved to demonstrate the next move.

"This one should be easier."

She walked around the pole again she kept one hand high the other close to her body. She jumped and wrapped her legs around the pole ankles crossed. She easily spun around until she was back on the floor and then did something that looked like Sam's body roll as she stood up.

"It's called the Genie."

The first group of women took longer to perfect this one. Though to Blaine's further embarrassment none of them fell over or just stayed there suspended on the pole. Blaine had to think that this was definitely not easier than the fireman.

Blaine watched as Kurt once again carried out the perfect spin straight away. Yes, he was gorgeous and deserved the round of applause that the impressed teacher gave him.

"You're a natural." She said smiling.

"I used to be a cheerleader." Kurt explained.

The other girls went and it took about ten minutes for them all to perfect it with the teacher placing her hands on their legs to correct them and demonstrated it once again. Blaine hesitated when it was his go.

"It's okay. Give it a go." Kurt said placing his hand on his shoulders. The room was unusually warm and he felt perspiration start to gather on his forehead and palms.

Blaine took a deep breath and approached the pole. He tried to grab the pole with his hand and lift himself and put his ankles around each other in one confusing and awkward movement.

Blaine's hands slipped and he slide to the floor with a loud thud. Pain spread through his ass and up his spine.

"Oww!"

Kurt rushed forwards to help him up.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah." Blaine groaned rubbing his hand over his ass.

"Anything broken?" The teacher asked.

"No. I'm good."

"Okay, hours almost over, lets do some free styling. Any request for music?"

"Oh do you have single ladies?" Kurt asked excited.

"Of course I have single ladies." The teacher said with a mischievous roll of her eyes.

"Kurt can do the entire routine." Blaine said, hoping that he could just go and stand in the corner as his boyfriend did his thing.

The women stopped and watched Kurt for a few minutes as he swayed his hip and slapped his ass and did all sorts of things that Blaine had seen several times before (once naked, but Blaine would not think about that because he had promised Burt that there would be no more hanky or panky and that would not happen if he thought about that). After a few minutes the women tried joining in and Kurt gave instructions and encouragement to each of them. Blaine smiled in pride as he watched the ease and happiness that Kurt had when he danced around and giggled with the women he had only just met. Kurt caught his eye and smiled, Blaine smiled warmly back. When the song had finished for the third time Kurt said goodbye and walked over to Blaine. Blaine wrapped his arms around his waist and kissed his forehead.

"You're beautiful."