“Kurt, honey? We’re almost back in Lima.” Blaine said, reaching over and nudging his boyfriend lightly.

Kurt groggily moaned and stretched in his seat, turning over from where he had been perched against the side of the car so he could look at Blaine.

“What time is it?” He asked, blinking blearily and rubbing his eyes a bit. Blaine smiled and looked at the clock.

“Eleven thirty-three.” He said, glancing back over at Kurt. The younger boy’s hair was a little messed up from sleeping over the past hour, and Blaine thought it was adorable. He had spent the time Kurt was asleep listening to Adele again (this time without singing) and glancing over at his sleeping boyfriend every now and then. Kurt was so reserved that the only time he had slept around Blaine was when Blaine was too drunk to pay attention and had fallen asleep first, ignoring the lovely boy sleeping beside him.

Idiot.

Blaine’s heart had begun to race every time he looked over at Kurt sleeping so peacefully. It was that old protective feeling, he knew, but stronger. Even when Kurt cried, Blaine knew Kurt was the stronger of the two: the fighter. But when he saw Kurt completely vulnerable and asleep, every scowl and smile wiped from his face, Blaine knew he’d do anything for him.

“It’s so late.” Kurt murmured with a little yawn, bringing Blaine’s attention back to the more-alert Kurt next to him. Blaine stifled a returning yawn, a little worried about the implications on his driving.

“Yeah. Maybe we shouldn’t have spent so much time at Millennium Park.” Blaine said, thinking of the nearly three hours they spent taking pictures and walking around before getting dinner and leaving the city.

“But it was fun! I had fun today. Thanks for bringing me along.” Kurt said smiling over at Blaine.

“Of course I brought you along. What’s a city without someone to share it with?” Blaine answered. “Thanks for coming with me. Sorry it turned out to be a bust.”

“I’m not complaining. We got to see more of the city, and this way you’re only just over an hour away from me instead of over four.” Kurt answered brightly.

“You’re selfish.” Blaine said, laughing. “But I have to admit, I’ve been thinking the same thing.”

“Silver lining!” Kurt answered. “Put the top back down, I bet the night air feels fabulous.”

“Selfish and demanding.” Blaine teased, but took Kurt’s suggestion. He was right, the warm night air felt wonderful. He looked over and saw Kurt’s bare arms stretching skyward, his hair ripping in the wind.

Soon they were turning off the highway and into Lima. The boys settled down as the wind from driving did, but they were more awake than they had been previously. After a few turns, Blaine found himself parking the car in front of the Hummel residence.

“Walk you to the door?” He asked, putting the top of the car up. He knew he wouldn’t ride with the top down without Kurt in the car.

“Come in for a minute. You’ve been driving for a long time.” Kurt said, picking up his jacket from the backseat.

“Well, if you insist.” Blaine said with a smile, and the two got out of the car and stretched. The two started to the door holding hands, and Kurt opened it and walked inside.

“I’m home! Blaine’s with me!” He called out. Blaine shut the door behind them and started after Kurt in the direction of the living room. Burt was awake, watching a baseball game half-heartedly.

“Hey, boys. How was Chicago?” Mr. Hummel asked, gesturing for the two to sit down. Blaine gave a short answer and Kurt expanded, talking for five minutes straight while his dad laughed at bits of his explanation.

“Sounds like you two had a good time. Sorry about your audition, Blaine.” Burt said kindly.

“It’s alright, Mr. Hummel. I wasn’t exactly looking forward to spending the summer dressed as Marvin the Martian, anyway.” Blaine said, and before he could stop himself he yawned. Burt looked up at the clock and frowned.

“It’s almost midnight. Were you planning on driving back to Marion tonight?” He asked, concerned.

“That was the plan, yes.” Blaine answered a little ashamedly.

“How much do your parents want you home? You’ve done a lot of driving today and I don’t want you out on the road if you’re tired.”

“I don’t think they’d mind, Mr. Hummel. Honestly they’re probably already asleep.” Blaine said. He glanced over and saw Kurt holding his breath.

“Give them a call. I’ll talk to them if you need me to. Kurt, go find some stuff for Blaine to sleep in and make up the guest bedroom, will you?” He said, addressing his son. Kurt stood up a little too quickly and went to his bedroom.

Blaine pulled out his phone and called his house. His mother picked up, and he quickly explained that he was in Lima and Kurt’s father was offering him to stay the night so he didn’t have to drive back to Marion. She okayed it almost immediately, and Blaine thanked her and hung up the phone.

Burt studied Blaine before speaking.

“Your parents don’t know about you and Kurt, do they?” He asked, his voice softer than he usually used. Blaine shook his head.

“I’m not… hiding anything from them, Sir… it’s just they’re not exactly…” he began, but Burt held up his hand.

“You’re a good kid, Blaine. I can tell that. I’ve been through this with Kurt, and it went well for us, but I know what the alternative could have been. Do they know you’re gay?” He asked, his voice low so Kurt wouldn’t overhear the conversation. Blaine shrugged.

“I’ve told them. They sort of refuse to believe it.”

“Well, anytime in the future you want me to talk to them, I will. Parent to parent.”

“Thanks, Mr. Hummel.”

“Clothes!” Kurt said brightly, bursting out of the basement. “Come on, Blaine, the guest bedroom is on this floor.” He said, crooking his neck to a small hallway. Blaine stood up, giving Burt a small smile.

“You two don’t stay up too late.” He said, making eye contact with each of them. “I’m going to head up to bed, goodnight.”

“Goodnight!” Both boys responded, watching him ascend the staircase. Kurt took Blaine’s hand and dragged him back to the guest bedroom.

Blaine had never seen a non-floral guest bedroom, but here it was. Looking at the liberal use of navy accented with dark green, Blaine had a feeling Kurt had designed the room. He plopped down on the bed as Kurt sat the little pile of clothes on the dresser.

“So how long do we have before your dad comes bursting through that door?” Blaine asked, cocking an eyebrow. Kurt smiled, walking up to the edge of the bed and grasping one of the posts, looking down at Blaine.

“In fifteen minutes I’ll leave. He’d get suspicious if it were any shorter. And then fifteen minutes after that he’ll be asleep and I’ll come back.” Kurt said, bouncing up on his toes and looking rather proud of himself.

Blaine’s mouth fell open. He didn’t even bother to correct it as he looked up at Kurt, his eyes wide and a smile spreading across his face.

“You will, will you?” Blaine asked, biting his lip. Kurt nodded, climbing onto the bed. “And what, may I ask, are you coming back for?”

Kurt paused, his eyes wide. Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt’s waist and laughed kindly.

“We’ll have fifteen minutes to think about that after I leave.” Kurt answered, drawing Blaine’s breath out of him. “But for now, I think we have fifteen minutes we can spend not thinking.” Kurt said before planting his lips firmly on Blaine’s.

As impulsive as Blaine had always been, in this kiss he finally understood the meaning of “slow and steady wins the race.” Kurt’s lips might be moving against his the slowest they had since Blaine first kissed him, but there was so much in this kiss that Blaine was practically paralyzed. Kurt was right, he wasn’t thinking.

They kissed for longer than Blaine could keep track, lips and tongues and bodies pressed together. Just whenever Blaine thought they couldn’t get any closer, the two found a new way to press against each other even more, including falling over so that Kurt was laying on top of Blaine. Blaine ran a finger down Kurt’s spine, and the younger boy moaned and moved against Blaine, pressing them together through their pants. Kurt inhaled with a hiss and Blaine moaned at the unexpected feeling.

He opened his eyes, expecting Kurt to be self conscious or even done for the night. But when he opened his eyes he saw Kurt’s dark with lust in front of his, he smiled. Kurt’s lips twisted into a smile, though he was biting his lip mischievously. Blaine pulled Kurt’s face back down for another kiss, laughing a little against Kurt’s lips.

“So is that what you’re coming back for?” Blaine asked, running a hand through Kurt’s hair. He realized this was the first time he had been able to do that, and ended up rubbing his thumb over Kurt’s temple just to keep his hand in his boyfriend’s soft, smooth hair. “I wouldn’t object.” He whispered the last part.

Kurt seemed to swell against him, both in his chest and elsewhere. Blaine was reminded of the smile on Kurt’s face after he asked him to dance at prom. He kissed Kurt again, and both boys pressed against each other, mouths catching moans, but then Kurt opened an eye and looked up.

“Hold that thought.” He said ruefully. He got off of Blaine and stood up from the bed. Blaine protested, catching one of Kurt’s hands in his, but Kurt merely shook his head.

“Can’t you just pretend to go downstairs?” Blaine asked, peeking one eye open. He was so turned on by Kurt at the moment that he couldn’t stand it.

“Patience is a virtue.” Kurt replied coyly, but ruined the effect by bending down over the bed and pressing his lips softly against Blaine’s before standing up and making his way to the door.

“Fuck virtue.” Blaine moaned, pulling a throw pillow over his face and causing Kurt to giggle at the implication of his words.

“Goodnight, Blaine!” he said just a bit louder than he usually would, and a little too brightly. He winked at Blaine and smiled, biting his lip again. Blaine returned his smile, watching as Kurt shut his lights off and headed out the door, clicking it closed behind him.

Once on the other side of the door, Kurt took a second to lean against the wall, letting his breath steady. He had really just… yes, he had. And not only had he turned Blaine on, he had acted on it. Not only had he acted on it… Blaine was begging him to come back.

Kurt made sure to allow his footsteps downstairs to fall just a little more audibly than they usually did on his way down to his room. Once there he headed straight for the vanity mirror, sitting down and placing his hands on his face, making sure it was still the same one. He couldn’t help but beam back at his own reflection, one hand over his mouth, hiding his embarrassment at how excited he was even from himself. Kurt thought back to comparing himself to a baby penguin in a fit of frustration and embarrassment. Well, as long as he didn’t growl at Blaine or anything, he might actually get by with this. Hell, he was getting by with this.There was the smile again.

Kurt didn’t know where all of this was coming from… but something just felt so right about all of it, as though maybe he really were ready for this.

But if he were ready for such an adult concept, would he really be hugging himself and kicking his legs back and forth frantically under his vanity seat?

Kurt timed himself by his skin routine, making sure not to rush it partly to calm his nerves and partly to time it correctly with how long it would take his dad to fall asleep. It was unusual to have to make himself take time, and he even caught a stray thought about it being pointless.

What was definitely pointed was himself, Kurt realized with a smirk. Even as he sat there putting lotion on his face, the thought of Blaine upstairs waiting for him kept him more than alert.

Eventually when he finished up, Kurt reached down and unlaced his shoes and pulled them and his socks off. Looking back at his reflection, he also slid his jacket off of his shoulders, remembering the way Blaine looked at him that morning.

Last he grabbed a little bottle of one of his less-expensive lotions and tucked it into his hand, which was shaking a little bit. He blushed, knowing he used it for himself, and that it was more than likely it’d be used on someone else tonight. Well, that was his goal at least. With one last gleeful glance in the mirror, Kurt headed upstairs quietly.

Once on the ground floor, he crept to the side of the staircase to the top floor, and paused to listen. He held his breath, and then he heard it: the sound of his dad snoring. Grinning, he made his way through the dark back to the guestroom.

Blaine lay in the dark, the throw pillow still over his head. In fact, he hadn’t moved since Kurt had left except to squirm in place. He was still as aroused as he had been when Kurt had left, since he couldn’t see anything by the faint green glow of the alarm clock by the bed except the outline of the pillow, so his imagination had filled in the lack of sensory input with sensory memory… of Kurt.

When was he getting back? Blaine couldn’t see his watch in the dark and hadn’t checked it when Kurt left… but surely it had been fifteen minutes by now? Surely Kurt wouldn’t be too bashful to come back? Or maybe he had guilted himself about disobeying his father. Or maybe… the door was opening?

Blaine held his breath as he heard the door open and shut, a few pattering footsteps, and suddenly Kurt was above him, his pale skin throwing off the green light.

“I had just thought you weren’t coming back for me.” Blaine murmured, stroking the pads of his fingers down one of Kurt’s bare arms.

“Oh, ye of little faith.” Kurt whispered with a smirk before kissing Blaine.

Blaine decided quickly that conversation was superfluous to this situation. He kissed Kurt back, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend, loving the lack of his usual layers. Blaine placed a hand against Kurt’s abs, causing him to flex suddenly and nibble Blaine’s bottom lip.

“You’re overdressed.” Kurt murmured, pushing at the inside of Blaine’s jacket in attempt to push it off of him. Blaine helped him along, kicking his shoes and socks as well.

Kurt ran a hand down Blaine’s chest, feeling his muscles under the thin fabric. Blaine removed his lips from Kurt’s, moving them down to his neck.

“Don’t you dare; it’s summer now!” Kurt hissed, pushing Blaine’s head away. Blaine smirked, looking up at Kurt before trailing down to his pectoral instead, stretching down the fabric of Kurt’s tank top.

“I’ll give you your neck, but this you’ll just have to deal with.” He teased before biting down lightly. Kurt whimpered, pushing himself into Blaine. Blaine smiled against Kurt’s smooth skin, but continued to bite and suck. Kurt tugged on the back of Blaine’s hair, feeling himself become even more aroused.

Blaine finished with his pectoral with a wet lick, and Kurt fidgeted before pulling off his shirt altogether. Blaine tried to hide his shock at Kurt’s audacity, but he was pretty sure he was leering at his boyfriend’s skin in the diluted green light. Before he knew what he was doing, he was touching Kurt’s chest, running a hand around Kurt’s delicately defined muscles. Kurt gasped, his eyes drawing closed, and Blaine felt himself react from watching Kurt come undone leaning up against the pillows. Blaine leaned down and kissed him, pressing their bodies against each other again. Kurt’s hands reached up between them and began unfastening Blaine’s buttons, sliding the shirt from Blaine’s shoulders.

Blaine was… hairy. Kurt’s body hair was fair and fine, but Blaine’s was rich and course and manly, though thankfully short and sparse. Kurt ran a hand across it, amazed at the way it bounced back the same way as Blaine’s curls. Slowly Blaine leaned down, pressing their bare chests together in a feeling like lightning for both of them, amazed by the warmth and softness of their bodies together. Their lips met again, a hot, heavy kiss that left them both panting. Kurt leaned forward, sitting them both up again as they kissed.

The kiss ended and Kurt opened his eyes, and when he saw the look in Blaine’s eyes when the older boy did the same, he took a deep breath and moved his hand and put it on the bulge in Blaine’s pants.

Blaine inhaled sharply, his eyes drifting shut before opening again to study Kurt’s.

“Do you want me to…?” Kurt asked quietly, drifting off and blushing a little bit, his eyes casting off to the side and an embarrassed smile pulling his lips together.

“Only if you want to…” Blaine whispered, looking at Kurt intently, not wanting to betray how much he wanted exactly that.

“I do.” Kurt whispered, giving Blaine a small smile before kissing him again, soft at first but growing in intensity as he slowly pushed Blaine backward so that he was on his back and Kurt was above him. Kurt kissed him a bit more, rubbing their lower halves against each other before reaching down and flipping open the fastening on Blaine’s suit pants and sliding the zipper down over the bulge underneath.

It was all too much for Blaine to take in as Kurt took over the situation, and when Kurt reached into Blaine’s underwear and pulled him out, Blaine came undone, bucking up into Kurt’s hand. Kurt nearly dropped him in surprise, but kept hold of him.

Kurt’s hand drifted away and Blaine opened his eyes to see his boyfriend putting lotion on his hand before returning it to Blaine, who moaned at the cold, wet feeling of the lotion against his skin.

Kurt worked his hand up and down Blaine slowly at first, but as Blaine fidgeted under him he picked up the pace. Blaine tried to keep as composed as possible, but every time he chanced a look at his boyfriend he lost it all over again. There he was, his sweet and adorable boyfriend, with Blaine’s dick in his hand.

No wonder Blaine lost it completely so quickly. A few minutes of this and he came in Kurt’s hand, gasping out the other boy’s name, his arms flopping down from Kurt’s sides. Kurt crawled over and got some tissues out of the box on the bedside table and wiped Blaine off gently, kissing him with a feather lightness that ended when Blaine caught his lips hard.

“Let me sit up.” Blaine whispered, and as soon as Blaine did, he was reaching for the bottle of lotion and coating his fingers with it.

“Your turn.” He said simply, smiling at Kurt with the warmest eyes.

Kurt leaned back against the pillows and watched as Blaine unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulling them and his underwear down lightly. Gently Blaine wrapped the lotion-covered hand around Kurt and slid from the bottom all the way up the shaft, watching Kurt’s face as he did so.

Blaine almost went hard again at the feeling of how hard Kurt was already when Blaine began touching him, and when he added in the sounds Kurt was making, he might as well be coming all over again. But that’s exactly what Blaine had done- come in Kurt’s hand. It seemed so surreal to be doing this all with Kurt; someone so special to him he could wrap in his arms and just hold for all eternity and feel no regrets. But this… seeing Kurt whimper and moan under his hand, was wonderful.

“Blaine,” Kurt whimpered, placing his hands on Blaine’s shoulders, squirming. Blaine leaned up and kissed him, still stroking.

“Shh. I’ve got you.” He whispered, running his thumb around the head of Kurt’s penis and he came, shaking. Blaine kissed him again before pulling a few more tissues from the box and wiping Kurt clean.

Blaine settled down next to Kurt and pulled him to him, stroking his bare back softly. Kurt whimpered and rolled over, his head on Blaine’s shoulder and his breath tickling Blaine softly as Kurt rolled his head over and pressed a kiss against Blaine’s skin.

“So what’s the plan now?” Blaine asked, tracing his hand down Kurt’s side and grinning as Kurt shivered against him.

“Mmm, sweats and clean underwear on dresser.” He mumbled. Blaine laughed.

“And you?” He asked, still running a finger along Kurt’s back.

“There’s two pairs of both sweats and underwear. The underwear are new, too, so don’t worry. There’s only one shirt, and you’re not putting it on until I leave after my alarm clock goes off in the morning 30 minutes before my dad wakes up for work.” Kurt said rather exasperatedly. Blaine laughed a little too loudly, earning him a shove in the stomach.

“You mean to tell me you had all of this planned out all night?” Blaine asked, turning over and brushing a few strands of hair off of Kurt’s forehead.

“Not planned out, per se…” Kurt said, scrunching his eyes up. “I’d say it was my time as a cub scout coming back to me and telling me to be prepared.”

You were a cub scout?” Blaine asked, momentarily distracted.

“Barely. I quit really fast because the outside was icky.” Kurt replied, stretching.

“Right. Well, you’re devious.” Blaine said, rolling in the other direction twice and ultimately rolling off the bed, standing up. His pants slid down off his legs without him intending them to, and he merely kicked them off, heading for the dresser. Kurt rolled his eyes and groaned, stretching before standing up as well. His pants were a little more stubborn, but he took, them off, too.

Kurt was sure he was going to wake up soon. It had to just be some wet dream… because in what world would Kurt and Blaine have just done that- especially with Kurt’s dad in the house? But they had, he realized as he walked up to the dresser. Kurt Hummel had performed a sex act, and had one performed on him! That didn’t sound right. What had just happened with Blaine was so natural, so wonderful… it couldn’t really be classified as sex, could it?

Or was this the point about sex that he had been missing all along?Blaine had split the pile of clothes into three, with the t-shirt sitting by itself in one pile and the sweats and underwear coupled together in a pile for each boy. Blaine slid off his underwear and took the black boxer briefs from the dresser, sliding them on. Kurt swallowed hard, amazed at the momentary sight of Blaine completely naked in front of him. This was real, he told himself.

Kurt took a deep breath and took his own underwear off, reaching for the pair of clean boxer briefs. Blaine turned toward him, and Kurt blushed faintly. Blaine smiled warmly, leaning against the dresser as Kurt slid the underwear on smoothly.

“You’re so lovely, Kurt.” Blaine said, reaching out and running a hand over Kurt’s cheekbone. “I’m really lucky.”

“So am I.” Kurt said, closing the space between them and kissing Blaine softly.

The two boys put the pairs of sweatpants on, and Kurt set about picking up his clothes and folding them, placing them in a drawer.

“What are you doing?” Blaine asked.

“This way my dad won’t see them if he walks in. Which he won’t. But just in case, you know? I want to be able to say that we’re just cuddling.

“Without shirts.” Blaine added, smirking.

“Well yeah, but I’d already be in trouble for being in here in the first place. I’m just trying to take away the obvious clues.” Kurt said.

“Like the lotion bottle?”

“Shit, you’re right.” Kurt said, walking over and getting it while Blaine laughed. Kurt shot him a glare. “Fold your clothes up or something so they’re not all over the floor.”

“Yes, Sir.” Blaine said, raising his eyebrows but smiling.

The two ended their clean-up and promptly flopped back into bed in each other’s arms.

“What are you thinking about?” Blaine asked quietly, running his fingers across Kurt’s hairline, watching the wispy hairs fall backward from his face. Kurt closed his eyes peacefully.

“How much my life has changed this year.” Kurt murmured, smiling. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Blaine murmured back. “Goodnight, Kurt.” He said, kissing the top of Kurt’s head.

“Goodnight, Blaine.” Kurt said, reaching his lips out to kiss Blaine’s shoulder again, but falling asleep before he was sure whether or not he accomplished his goal.