“Really, Annie? Can’t we just be boyfriends for an hour or so?” Kurt asked after being physically dragged away from Blaine when he went to kiss his boyfriend good morning. Annie shook her head dangerously.

“You can’t kiss him hello Sunday. And you can’t mope like that when you don’t get to, either.” She said, and Kurt sighed and sat down in the chair next to Blaine. He had slept in after being up late arguing with Finn over the choice to cast Jesse in a part opposite Rachel, but Blaine had arrived at his house bright and early for a workshop writing day with Annie, their only planned break expected to be a lunch meeting at Rachel’s house. Rachel would actually be over soon to discuss song selections.

Frustrated with his cousin, Kurt looked at Blaine’s happy little grin and frowned.

“What?” He asked grumpily, crossing his arms.

“Kurt, when was the last time either of us said the word ‘boyfriends’?” Blaine asked, putting his pen down. It only took a second before Kurt gave Blaine a little secret smile.

“Story time?” Annie asked, looking between their sickeningly sweet expressions. Blaine opened his mouth to tell her, but Kurt quickly covered his mouth with his hand.

“You wouldn’t let me kiss him hello, so I’m keeping you in the dark.” Kurt sassed.

“Fine. One kiss.” Annie said, and Kurt grinned.

“Your nosy nature really bests you, Annie.” He said before turning his attention back to Blaine.

“Good morning.” Blaine said as Kurt removed his hand from Blaine’s mouth.

“Good morning.” Kurt said, pressing his lips against Blaine’s softly. The two kissed for a few seconds before finally letting each other go.

“It’s how Blaine and I agreed to start dating.” Kurt said with a proud grin.

“Wait, I thought that had something to do with a grand declaration about you singing to a dead bird?” Annie said, and Blaine nearly choked from suddenly laughter.

“Oh my God. I see you’ve been telling the story as romantically as possible.” Blaine said, shaking his head. He looked at Annie. “I made my crazy declaration and then Kurt just went ‘Boyfriends?’ and I said the same thing back and it was settled.” Blaine said. Kurt nodded.

“Least awkward way of making things official ever.” He said with a proud smile. Annie rolled her eyes, but she was smiling.

“So that was the one slip you get for the next two days. From here-on-out, it’s Platonic Camp.” Annie said, wagging her pen at him. Kurt let out a stage sigh and dramatically took a seat across from Blaine, pulling the sketchbooks and colored pencils he had brought into the dining room to himself and getting back to work on a dress for Santana.

“You can’t play footsie under the table, either.” Annie said, and Kurt looked up to her and stared. Blaine tried to keep from laughing as he sat up, obviously retracting his foot.

“How did you…” He asked, incredulous. Annie smirked.

“I know you. Now, come on, platonic.” She said, and she and Blaine went back to their discussion about plot arcs and focuses within the musical. Kurt went and got his watercolors, starting to paint in the sketch he had just drawn with bold red paint.

A knock on the door a few minutes later distracted him, almost making him go outside of his lines with an edge stroke. He answered the door, brush in hand, to find Rachel standing outside with no less than five iPods in her hands.

“Hi, Kurt!” She said brightly, walking in. He said hello as well, apprehensively eyeing her little stack of music devices.

“I see you brought the iPods.” Annie said, taking her own off of the buffet table. Blaine pulled his out of his pocket as well. “Kurt, go get your iPod. Any old ones that still have music on them, too. And as much as it pains me, see if you can get Finn to surrender his up for a few hours.” She directed her cousin. Kurt rolled his eyes and obeyed.

After retrieving his own from the basement, he went up to Finn’s room. It was ten in the morning, but as he didn’t have football practice, Kurt’s stepbrother was predictably still in bed.

“Hey Finn…” He said, pushing the door open since Finn slept with the door open, instead of firmly shut like Kurt. “Rachel wants your iPod to look through for songs for the musical.”

“Why would she, she thinks I suck.” Finn groaned. Kurt rolled his eyes.

“Shut up, she has nothing to do with you blowing that audition.” Kurt said, looking around Finn’s room for his music player. He couldn’t help but be appalled by the condition of Finn’s room, especially since he was trying to get Carole to allow thim to have Rachel in his room.

Honestly, he should be embarrassed. Those socks looked positively soiled, and Kurt’s eyes quickly sped up upon seeing his stepbrother’s underwear on the floor. Living with Finn had significantly snuffed out any residual romantic feelings he had for the athlete.

“Why doesn’t she just go get Jesse’s iPod?” Finn asked. Kurt raised his eyebrows, admitting the possibility to himself that she might actually have it.

“Just tell me where it is. She’s downstairs, so don’t come out of here looking like that.” Kurt said.

“Stereo.” Finn grumbled, and Kurt saw that it was plugged into the back of Finn’s massive black stereo. He unhooked it and took it with him, not saying another word to his stepbrother. He was still angry about the unnecessary yelling last night, especially after speaking up about how Quinn had treated him.

“Here.” Kurt said, walking back into the dining room and handing the iPods over to Rachel, who had taken a seat next to him, across from Annie.

“Whose dress is that?” Rachel asked, looking over at the drawing as Kurt put the last few flicks of watercolor on it.

“Rose Red.” Kurt said, sliding a finished alternative dress out of his folder. He slid them both out into the center of the table so all could see.

“Okay. Are we going more traditional with this, like the one that’s done, or more modern, like the one I just did?” He asked. The finished dress had many elements resembling a fairy tale dress, such as a split in the front lined with gold. The more modern dress had a simple tank top shape on top and a skirt of short ruffled rings in one layer that he was basing off Oscar De La Renta, meant to look like a rose.

“Wow, Kurt.” Blaine said, his jaw falling open as he looked at them. “These are… beautiful.”

“Not platonic.” Annie admonished, though she too took a few seconds to blink when she looked at the sketches. “Oh… wow…”

“I think how we’re writing this, we’re going to go for a more realistic direction. Like, the beast is just an asshole, not actually a monster, you know?” Blaine said, his eyes softly looking into Kurt’s. Kurt tried extremely hard not to blush at the proud look in Blaine’s eyes.

“Yeah,” Annie said. Kurt thought. He liked the modern direction for the girls’ dresses, but he couldn’t help but regret the loss of putting Blaine in tights. Wait, Blaine’s part kind of needed to be literal.

“Are you still going to be a bear?” He asked, and Blaine nodded. Kurt had to try hard not to give a wicked smile: the tights were definitely still happening.

“Those looks you two are giving each other? Not platonic.” Annie said, barely glancing up. Kurt glared at her.

“Aw, Blaine, you look so disappointed.” Rachel teased, turning on all the iPods. “So how far are you guys?”

“Well, we’re outlining.” Annie said, turning her paper to Rachel. “The format for the first act’s almost done. We have a company number for introduction, then we’ll need a dialogue and space for Rose Red’s freedom song, then the girls-slash-Kurt singing ‘Frogs and Princes’, then Cinderella and Annie’s freedom song, then Peter Pan’s song, then Prince Charming’s declaration of a ball song, then ‘Pearl’ for the stepmother, and a break where we need to find a song for these two,” she gestured to Kurt and Blaine, “then Wendy’s solo and Beasts’ song, then a break for anything else before we get to the actual ball- which needs to include Red Riding Hood’s song- but at the ball we have Cinderella and Rose Red’s song and the Prince’s declaration song.”

“That’s a lot of songs for one act.” Rachel said, and Annie and Blaine both nodded.

“We’re trying to put most of the action in the music.” Blaine said. “That way we don’t have to overexpose everyone to our lackluster writing.”

“You mean your lackluster writing.” Annie said, and Blaine shrugged.

“Here, give me that act one outline.” Rachel said, and set about scrolling through the different iPods for songs.

“I’d kind of like to focus this around it being summer.” Blaine said about half an hour later. “You know, it’s summer, and that would be a good way to draw people in.”

“So you’d want the word ‘summer’ to be in the title?” Annie asked, looking up from where she was writing dialogue for Rumpelstiltskin and the Stepmother.

“Yeah, and I’d like that to be really obvious in the play. Like, the scenery and everything.”

“So we’d need a song to do with summer.” Rachel said, starting to scroll through her own iPod. “I’m coming up with ‘The Song of Purple Summer,’ which doesn’t fit, ‘Summer Breeze,’ which is too soft and ‘Summer Lovin’. So those won’t work.” She said, starting to move on to Finn’s iPod.

“No, wait.” Blaine said, holding out his hand. “Summer Lovin’. What if we used that?” He said, looking to Annie. “The entire theme here is love. What if we open the second act with it? Prince Charming and Cinderella, post ball.”

“Blaine, that’s ridiculous, that comes from another musical.” Kurt said, adding a fifth wadded up piece of paper to the stack of fallen-through concept for Quinn’s dress.

“No, I like it.” Annie said, looking up. “Blaine’s right, it sums up the entire musical in one title. And we’re already using familiar music, so it doesn’t really matter if it’s from another musical.”

“You know, it’s not a terrible idea.” Rachel said, looking over to Kurt. Kurt sighed and looked between their expectant faces, considering.

“Summer Lovin’ it is.” He conceded, moving on to attempt number six.

“We have a title!” Rachel said, clapping her hands and pulling out her notebook and a fat gold Sharpie that she apparently carried around in her purse to write the new title across the notebook in thick, bold letters.

“So this lunch is basically to just run this by me?” Mercedes asked as she sat down at Rachel’s kitchen table. The four were huddled around it, papers scattered everywhere and Blaine’s laptop sitting in front of him. Leroy and Hiram Berry were fixing lunch in the background.

“Yeah, I guess.” Rachel said. “Though it would be helpful if you’d give me your iPod so I can look through it for songs.” She said, and Mercedes sighed and pulled the purple iPod with phone jewels stuck on it out of her purse and handing it to her.

“I get that back at practice tomorrow.” She said, and Rachel nodded. Kurt swung his legs in glee.

“You guys, practice! We actually get to practice!” He said, clapping his hands before putting them back on the table. Blaine took them and squeezed, an excited look on his face, but Annie and Rachel both interrupted their little moment.

“Not platonic.”

“What’s going on, kids?” Hiram asked, bringing over a plate of finger sandwiches.

“Kurt’s having dinner with Blaine’s family Sunday.” Rachel said, picking up one of the cucumber sandwiches.

“Oh, do they not know?” He asked, pausing to look at Blaine. The boy blushed, but decided that Rachel’s dads might have some insight for him.

“They know… they just don’t… want to know it.” He said. Hiram nodded slowly.

“Are you allowed to have a boyfriend, strictly speaking?” He asked. Blaine shook his head.

“No, I’m not supposed to be dating guys.” He said, looking down. Hiram put his hand on Blaine’s back, and Leroy walked over, carrying a plate of vegetables.

“Annie, we have a cantaloupe, do you still like it?” He asked, and Annie answered politely. “You know, Blaine, both Hiram and I had that problem, especially since we were in high school in the seventies and all.”

“Though we didn’t meet for a few years after that.” Hiram said gently. “Leroy’s parents came around, but mine didn’t. That’s why we took Leroy’s name.”

Blaine looked from one of them to the other and smiled.

“So you two would have advice on acting like we’re not dating.” He said. Hiram and Leroy looked at each other.

“Well, our first piece of advice would be to not pretend to not be dating unless it’s absolutely necessary.” Leroy said.

“It is.” Blaine and Kurt said. The adults frowned.

“How much trouble are we talking here, Blaine?” Hiram asked. Blaine sighed.

“Estrangement.” He said frankly, and Hiram patted him a few more times on the back.

“Well, let us know if you need anything, Blaine.” Leroy said. “And I guess the main thing is to just let them fill in the blanks themselves, as they’ll go for the way of least confrontation.”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, they know you’ve been in Lima a lot, right? Tell them about the musical. Suddenly you’re here for the musical, not Kurt.” Hiram said, and Blaine’s eyes grew wide in realization.

“And add other names to the conversation.” Leroy said. “Rachel said you have some other boys from your school coming, mention them. And the girls, of course.”

“Wow, thanks, Mr. and Mr. Berry.” Blaine said, and the two smiled.

“Call us by our names, Blaine.” Leroy said. “And you’re more than welcome.”

“Anything for our Rachel’s friends. Like Leroy said, let us know if you need anything.” Hiram said, and after Leroy cut up a cantaloupe for Annie, the two left the room.

“Your dads are really great, Rachel.” Blaine said, picking up a sandwich. Rachel smiled put a hand over his.

“You’ll be fine, Blaine. Really.”

It was, perhaps, the sincerity of Blaine’s distraction that allowed for Kurt’s reprieve of his usual anger whenever someone wasn’t paying attention to him the next day at the read-through. As Kurt went through a presentation on the different elements of the costume designs and how each person would have to schedule a time with him for measurements within the next week, Blaine zoned out and just stared at Kurt as he spoke. Defying all precedents, Kurt forewent his usual angry response to such actions and instead returned to Blaine after he was done speaking, taking Blaine’s hand and stroking it gently. When Annie and Rachel opened their mouths to scold them, Kurt gave them a withering gaze that quickly shut them up.

Seeing as the dialogue was scant throughout the play, the meeting was more of an introduction than a read-through. Annie and Blaine walked everyone through the format of the play and the relationships between the characters, Rachel introduced the songs and Mercedes gave a long lecture about her expectations from the crew and how she was “not going to put up with dramatic bullshit.”

That’s not to say there weren’t road bumps along the way. The first came when Rachel dropped her notebook as Annie announced that the musical would begin with a scene between Rose Red and the Woodcutter. Kurt facepalmed, knowing that Blaine and Annie had no idea what they had done.

Then came Jesse’s incessant questioning. They meet at the ball. Do they kiss? They dance. Yeah, but do they kiss? In the next act he sets out to find her. Do they kiss? Not until he actually finds her. That means they kiss? Kurt could see Finn’s face growing red with anger. Annie, floundering on her own as Blaine was clearly barely paying attention, only told them that they would see. The answer didn’t seem to do anything to console Finn.

Then there were the little things. Sunshine asked how Artie could play Peter Pan, angering Annie, confusing Brittany and exasperating Artie himself. Then a while later she asked how Mercedes could be the mother of Santana and Kurt, causing a collective groan. After a few more questions about how Blaine and Jeff could be brothers and why Blaine got to be a bear when Artie didn’t get to fly and David didn’t get to be a real beast.

“There’s no figurative way to be a bear, Sunshine.” Tina said, rolling her eyes. Mike had been paying a little too much attention to the new Asian girl in the group, pressing on Tina’s nerves.

“Okay!” Mercedes yelled, beginning to wrap up the meeting as it began tumbling further downhill. “Hopefully these two will have something finalized for Monday! For now, sign up for an appointment with Kurt and if you were given a song, learn it! See you guys noon Monday!” She said, and everyone broke into more conversation and began to move.

“You’ll come over tomorrow for yours, right?” Kurt asked, pulling on Blaine’s sleeve. Blaine nodded and gave him a little smile, looking down at the sheet in Kurt’s lap.

“You don’t have any spots this weekend, Mr. Hummel.” Blaine said, batting his eyelashes.

“That’s because Saturday is all for you, and Sunday is all for preparing to meet that family of yours.” Kurt said, leaning in to give Blaine a little kiss. Kurt handed the list to Mercedes and everyone began writing signing up for places, and soon enough everyone was leaving Rachel’s house and Kurt was walking Blaine to his car.

“I’ll see you tomorrow. Be sure to mention how wonderful Rachel, Annie and Mercedes are and not say a word about me to your parents tonight.” He said, running his fingers through Blaine’s curly hair as they stood in front of the older boy’s car, holding hands.

“Distract me tomorrow.” He said, leaning in and kissing the corner of Kurt’s mouth.

“Why do you think you have the full day?” Kurt asked, cocking his head and grinning as he moved in and kissed Blaine’s gently.

“I love you.” Blaine said quietly, pecking Kurt on the lips before getting into his car. Kurt rapped on the window with his knuckles and Blaine rolled it down.

“What?”

“I love you too, idiot. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said, leaning in and kissing Blaine on the cheek before stepping back from the car, admiring the soft smile on Blaine’s lips. Kurt waved, and Blaine left.

“Is he going to be alright?” Rachel asked, coming up behind Kurt with Annie. Kurt took a deep breath and shrugged.

“This is how he gets when he’s stressed.”

“That doesn’t tell us whether or not he’ll be okay.” Annie said, sighing.

The next morning, Burt walked in from mowing the lawn to see Blaine standing on a stool as Kurt held a measuring tape up to his torso and Annie sat sideways in an armchair with a notebook in her hand.

“Hello, Blaine. Thought I saw your car pull up. What exactly is my son subjecting you to?” He asked, taking his hat off to wipe some sweat from his brow. Blaine smiled at him as Kurt continued to read off a measurement and Annie wrote them down.

“Good morning, Mr. Hummel. Kurt’s sizing me for the musical.” He said, pulling a face. Burt laughed.

“Well, I’m going to go lay down for a nap. There’s food in the kitchen for you kids to eat for lunch.” Burt said, walking through the house. The three thanked him, and as soon as she heard the door shut, Annie looked at Kurt with an astonished look.

“He doesn’t even tell you two to behave?” She whispered in a hiss. Kurt shrugged, looping the tape around Blaine’s waist. Blaine grimaced.

“Trust me, I’ve been threatened into behaving.” He said, and Annie nodded. Kurt read off a number.

“Okay, do you know what size of tights do you wear?” He asked.

“Kurt.”

“Yes?” He asked, coming back around to face Blaine, and giving his most resolute look.

“Kurt.”

“You know, you usually save saying my name that often for when…”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” Blaine interrupted quickly.

“Then stop pouting.”

“But really, Kurt? Tights?”

“You have five options. One, you tell me and I go buy them. Two, you let me measure you and I go buy them. Three, you go buy them, and deal with weird looks. Four, we both go to buy them, and get really weird looks. Five, I never speak to you again.” He said with a little smile. Blaine groaned.

“You’re going to humiliate me.”

“No I won’t, you’ll be wearing a tunic.” Kurt said, going over and picking up his sketch for Blaine’s outfit. It involved black tights with a black tunic and a black fur jacket.

“What about when I transform?” He asked resignedly.

“Then you get to wear dance pants and a doublet just like all the other boys.” He said with a smile.

“So you have to measure me for pants anyway.” He said, gesturing to his legs. Kurt grinned and started taking measurements again.

“If it makes you feel better, they’re actually leggings, not tights.” He said after a minute, measuring down one side of Blaine’s leg.

“Oh, completely relieved.” Blaine said, rolling his eyes as Kurt measured his inseam, putting his hand flush against the top of his thigh, his fingers splayed.

“Oh, you’re going to look great.” Kurt said, stroking down his leg and switching to the other side, his hand strong again against the top of Blaine’s thigh.

“Kurt?”

“Yeah?”

“My grandmother has measured me for pants before. I know you don’t have to measure both sides.” He said, looking down at Kurt and raising an eyebrow. He tried not to smile, but failed when Kurt gave him a wild grin and stood up.

“Annie, dear, we’re going downstairs.” He said, biting his lip and continuing to look at Blaine, whose knees were starting to weaken.

“I have a feeling that is definitely not something you’re supposed to do.” Annie said, putting down the notebook.

“Nope, which is why you’re going to be a good girl and go to your room and not say a word.” Kurt said, turning to her and ruffling her hair.

“Sorry, Annie, I obviously have no choice in this matter.” Blaine said, holding his hands up and grinning.

“You both owe me. Keep that in mind.” Annie said, standing up and walking toward her room. Kurt swiftly took Blaine’s hand and led him downstairs.

Kurt quickly kissed Blaine hard, backing him up until the backs of his legs were against the bed. Blaine wobbled, holding on to the taller and sturdier boy to keep from toppling over. Kurt grinned at him and pushed him lightly by the shoulder, persuading him to sit down on the bed. Kurt grinned, bending under and trailing his lips down under Blaine’s jaw.

“Don’t leave a mark.” Blaine whispered, closing his eyes as Kurt nibbled at his jawbone.

“I won’t, but I want to.” Kurt murmured, moving down Blaine’s neck, dragging his lips. “I’ll just suck elsewhere…” He murmured, grinning as he pressed his lips to the base of Blaine’s neck, his boyfriend’s hands gripping his hips tightly.

“Kurt!” Blaine whined, fidgeting and tugging down on Kurt’s hips.

“Sure saying my name quite a bit today, aren’t you?” Kurt teased, pulling back and looking Blaine in the eyes. He smiled at the dark, lustful look in those familiar, half-closed eyes.

“Can you blame me?” Blaine asked, putting a hand on Kurt’s collar.

“Of course not; I’m well aware of just how good I’ve got you.” Kurt said, leaning in and kissing Blaine, licking at his lip until he opened and allowed Kurt’s tongue into his mouth. He softly pushed Blaine backward, pressing him into the bed as he continued to kiss him.

Kurt broke the kiss and started to slide down Blaine’s body onto his knees on the floor between Blaine’s legs. He toyed with the button of Blaine’s pants as he kissed Blaine’s leg through his pants, his breath warm through the fabric of Blaine’s pants. The older boy fidgeted and Kurt grinned, flipping the button free and unzipping Blaine’s pants, sliding them down and revealing Blaine’s underwear-covered bulge. He traced it with his finger, making Blaine hiss, before sliding Blaine’s underwear down and revealing him.

Kurt slowly took Blaine into his mouth, sucking gently and marveling at the way Blaine’s muscles contracted along his thighs and lower abdomen. He teased Blaine with his tongue, realizing that now that the initial awkwardness of doing this was over, he could actually come up with some pretty good ways to drive Blaine wild… like that quick fidget of a lick he just gave the base of Blaine’s penis at the bottom, which made him gasp and buck up. Kurt couldn’t help but become aroused by how strong Blaine was as he responded to what Kurt did to him. A few seconds later he was sucking on Blaine again and the boy bucked up into his mouth, making Kurt moan around him. Blaine’s hand landed flat on his head, hesitant as Kurt moved.

Don’t worry about my hair.” Kurt murmured, coming up to lick up the side of Blaine’s cock. Blaine didn’t need told twice, and wrapped his fingers in Kurt’s thick, fine hair as the younger boy dipped back around him. He pulled up at Kurt’s hair as he licked at him inside his mouth, and continued to resort to pulling Kurt’s hair as Kurt started to use his hand as well.

“Kurt… Kurt, Kurt… Kurt…” He moaned, and felt the younger boy moan around him, sending him further. “Kurt, I’m…”

“I’m gonna try.” Kurt whispered, coming up for a second before taking Blaine back in his mouth, sucking hard. Blaine’s eyes closed and he came into the younger boy’s mouth.

His eyes shot open when he heard Kurt give a strangled cry. He sat up as Kurt slid his lips off of him, and saw Kurt wave his hands a little bit before swallowing, looking up at Blaine sheepishly, some of Blaine still dripping from his lips.

“It hit the back of my throat and I gagged.” Kurt admitted, blushing scarlet. Blaine stared at him a second before bursting into laughter, putting his arms on Kurt’s shoulders and kissing him on the cheek.

“You are the cutest damn thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” Blaine muttered, drawing back to look his boyfriend in the eyes.

“Which is particularly unfortunate seeing as right now I was kind of going for ‘sexy.’” Kurt said, wincing.

“They’re not exactly mutually exclusive, you know.” Blaine said, cupping Kurt’s face in his hand and spreading the bits of what was left on Kurt’s lip across his cheek, making his mouth fall open. Blaine grinned and leaned in, kissing him and moaning at the taste of himself in Kurt’s mouth. He pulled his boyfriend up against him, kissing him harder until Kurt moaned. Grinning, Blaine strung one of his arms under Kurt’s butt and braced the other behind his back, lifting him up in one halting movement until he was lying on the bed, his head on the pillow.

“How did you just manage that?” Kurt asked, giggling as Blaine climbed up and nuzzled into his neck, licking it.

“I’m stronger than I look.” Blaine said, sounding rather pleased with himself. Kurt tried thinking up a witty reply, but any progress he had made was lost when Blaine firmly squeezed his ass with one hand, making him gasp. “No reply?”

“You’re a little distracting.” Kurt whimpered as Blaine chuckled and slid his hand around to Kurt’s front, his hand flat and his fingers dragging.

“Well that’s no fun.” Blaine said, stroking back and forth across Kurt’s stomach, driving the boy wild with how close the hand was. “I’m just going to keep doing this until you come up with an answer.”

“I don’t remember the fucking question.” Kurt bit out, frustrated, hot and bothered. Blaine laughed, slipping his hand down into Kurt’s pants, his fingers tapping around the base of Kurt’s penis.

“Does this make the problem better or worse?” He asked, smiling at the way Kurt squirmed up for his touch.

“Just get on with it.” Kurt said, his voice angry. Blaine laughed outright.

“So demanding.” Blaine tsked, unbuttoning and unzipping Kurt’s pants and sliding them and his underwear down quickly. Okay, he had to admit he really had been torturing his boyfriend, especially seeing how relieved Kurt looked to finally be free of his clothes… and how much precum his cock was already leaking. Abandoning all thoughts of further teasing, Blaine gave him a quick lick and settled his mouth over him, giving him a hard suck. Kurt slid his hands into the back of Blaine’s wide-collared shirt, gripping down tightly on his shoulders. As Blaine toyed with him, he could feel Kurt’s finger nails digging in.

It was hard for Blaine to believe that just a few months ago, he was fighting how much he liked this boy and trying to ignore just how cute he thought he was. It all looked so stupid in retrospect, especially when retrospect involved those little vulnerable moans Kurt made.

It didn’t take very long for Kurt to come, and Blaine was pretty sure that the younger boy broke the skin on his back as he did. Licking Kurt from his lips, Blaine slid up the bed next to him, falling onto the pillow next to him. Kurt’s eyes flickered open, giving Blaine a soft, sweet smile as the older boy ran his fingertips across Kurt’s temple.

“I love you.” Blaine said softly, cupping Kurt’s cheek in his hand and kissing him gently.

“I love you, too.” Kurt said, tugging at Blaine’s arm until he climbed over into Kurt’s arms. Blaine continued to kiss him softly.

“You really are good with distraction.” Blaine said, smiling.

“Obviously not if you’ve seen through my evil plan.” Kurt replied, playing with one of Blaine’s curls.

“It still worked.” Blaine said, kissing Kurt deeply. They both moaned at the different tastes in their mouths.

After a few minutes the boys got up and cleaned up: combing hair, brushing teeth and adjusting clothing. They arrived upstairs to find Annie at the kitchen table, eating a sandwich and reading a book. Her eyes ran over their freshly combed hair, perfectly tidy clothes and secret smiles before shaking her head and averting her attention to her sandwich.

“So whatcha doin’ Annie?” Kurt asked, pulling deli meat out of the refrigerator.

“Rachel’s been texting me about the songs. We’re almost all set, but one of the things we’re still looking for is a final song for you two. It’s near the end, so it really needs to be a showstopper.”

“Hmm.” Kurt said, frowning and thinking.

“Enrique Iglesias.” Blaine said, a mischievous look on his face.

“No.” Annie said, figuring out what he meant. “Not that one.”

“What?” Kurt asked, confused.

“Really, Blaine, no.” Annie said, grinning despite herself.

“I’m lost.”

“I know you want me.” Blaine started to sing, doing one of his Warbler spins. “I made it obvious that I want you, too…” He continued to sing, stepping up in front of Kurt as Kurt and Annie both laughed.

“Okay, I get it.” Kurt said, pushing at Blaine’s shoulders. The older boy stopped singing, grinning at Kurt.

“Perfect, right?”

“Wrong.” Kurt said, rolling his eyes and turning back around. “Remember that whole ‘emotional’ thing you decided on for Sectionals? Like that.” Kurt said with a grin, walking over for the bread.

“But that was to get you overwhelmed while we practiced so I could kiss you.” Blaine said, causing Kurt to facepalm to keep from giggling.

“Thank God I figured that out by myself.” Kurt said, rolling his eyes and smiling back at Blaine with a happy little smile. He took four slices of bread out of the bag and set about working on the sandwiches.

“If you two are going to just flirt this entire time, I’m going back to my room.” Annie said, glancing up at them.

“She sounds like David.” Blaine said, leaning back against the refrigerator. Kurt grinned. “And, like I asked him, is it still considered flirting if we’re dating?”

“Whatever it is,” Annie said, standing up to take her plate to the sink, “I’m going to leave you two alone to do it.” She said, starting to walk to the sink, but Blaine caught her arm as she passed.

“Stay, Annie. I’m going to leave in a little while anyway; I’m going to take my little sister swimming today.”

“Eat my food and leave?” Kurt teased, finishing the sandwiches and handing one to Blaine. Blaine gave him a look that made Kurt roll in his lips and look away, completely blushing. Sometimes the dirty comments on Blaine’s mind didn’t need vocalized.

“Annie, will you go fabric shopping with me this afternoon? I can start on your dress and Blaine’s outfit.” Kurt said, directing his attention to his cousin.

“Sure, but you still haven’t told me what color I’m wearing, since you agreed that I can’t do yellow.” Annie said.

“Light blue. I’m going to be yellow, since my hair’s further away from my clothes. Rachel’s going to be pink even though I originally had her lavender, Quinn’s going to be plum, Santana’s going to be red and Sunshine is going to be green.”

“And I get to be black.” Blaine said with a fake pout. Kurt grinned.

“Until you transform… then you get to be yellow, like me. Just darker.”

“We’re going to match?” Blaine asked, his eyebrows rising.

“Everyone’s going to match whoever they play with. Santana, Brittany and Finn will all be red, Annie and David are both going to be blue…”“Does this mean you’re putting that Jesse kid in pink like Rachel?” Annie asked, and Kurt grinned.

“Sure does.”

“It’ll look awful on him, Kurt!” Annie said, rolling her eyes. Kurt shrugged.

“Rachel wanted to be pink. Since I made Quinn purple I don’t really have another color to put her in unless we make them orange, which I’m not doing.”

“Well, don’t purposely make it ugly, Kurt. I still don’t get what this guy did to make you hate him so much.”

“He’s from our rival glee club.” Kurt said defiantly.

“Unlike me?” Blaine said, smirking.

“Shut up. Fine. He told me I shouldn’t sing girl songs.” Kurt said, and Blaine choked on his sandwich.

“That’s it?” Annie asked, as Blaine managed to swallow and was able to laugh.

“It had very homophobic undertones!” Kurt said, his ears growing red. Blaine put an arm around Kurt, kissing him on the shoulder. “I don’t know why you’re laughing so much, you sing girl songs, too.” Kurt said, poking Blaine in the stomach.

"That’s exactly why.” Blaine said, grinning. “I’d be so pissed, too!” Kurt rolled his eyes and grinned.

Fifteen minutes later, Kurt was walking Blaine to his car.

“Tell Jess I said hi, and even though we have to pretend not to know each other, I’ll be glad to see her tomorrow.” Kurt said, giving Blaine a small smile. Blaine took his hand.

“I will. She’ll be excited to see you, too. She’s always asking about you.”

“Okay. I’ll text you later, and I’ll talk to you for sure before tomorrow night.” Kurt said. “I love you.”

“Love you, too.” Blaine said quietly, giving Kurt a soft kiss before getting in his car and driving away. Kurt watched until his car had turned out of sight before walking back up to the house, kicking rocks. Annie was waiting for him in the living room.

“Why do you look so stressed out?” She asked, leaning against a chair.

“I don’t know, maybe because if I screw up tomorrow my boyfriend is going to get kicked out of his house.” Kurt said, trying to walk past her to the basement.

“You know Blaine would never even think of blaming you, right? No matter what happens.” She asked, catching him by the sleeve as he tried to walk past her.

“You’re right. He wouldn’t think to blame me, because he’s too buy constantly blaming himself for everything that goes wrong.” Kurt said, uncharacteristically running a hand through his hair. Annie stared, realizing just how seriously he was taking this.

“Kurt, it’s going to be okay. ‘This, too, shall pass,’ right?”

“I hope.” Kurt said, shaking his head. “Let’s go to the fabric store in half an hour, I’m going to go lie down for a while.”

“Okay.” Annie said, biting her lip as she watched him walk down into the basement.