Blaine pulled up alongside Mercedes’ house at a quarter to six on Saturday night, scouting for any signs of his boyfriend. Sure enough, Kurt bounced out of Mercedes’ house. Literally. Blaine giggled as his boyfriend literally started skipping, his hat askew on his head and his bag tossing around behind him. Mercedes followed him out the door at a steady pace, stopping to lean against the wall outside her door.

“You treat him right, prep school boy!” Mercedes called. Blaine laughed, leaning over the steering wheel to see her as Kurt neared the car and obscured his view.

“Got it. I think he’s safe.” Blaine yelled back, still laughing. Kurt reached the door of the car and opened it, leaning in and kissing Blaine. Blaine turned into the kiss, and Kurt tried to lean in more, but ended up falling into Blaine’s chest. Laughing, Blaine looked back up to where Mercedes was bending over laughing.

“That is, if he doesn’t kill himself.” Blaine yelled, letting out an oof as Kurt punched him in the stomach and then grabbed where he had just hit. “Or kill me.” Blaine tried to yell, but he doubted the sound travelled as far as Mercedes. Kurt turned himself around so he was sitting properly in the car and shut the door.

“Bye Mercedes. Love you.” Kurt yelled, leaning out the window and blowing Mercedes a kiss.

“Have fun you two.” Mercedes yelled back, wiggling her fingers as Blaine took the car out of park and started to drive out of Lima toward Marion.

“Good evening, boyfriend.” Blaine said, reaching over and adjusting Kurt’s hat at a stop sign.

“Good evening, boyfriend.” Kurt repeated, smiling contently. “I see you survived the country club.”

“Oh, yes.” Blaine said, chuckling. “It’s quite survivable when you’ve built up a resistance to it. It’s the newbies they eat alive. So, tell me, why do Mercedes’ parents think your car is outside their house?” Blaine asked.

“I’ve been over there all day, and they think we’re carpooling to Rachel’s for a sleepover.” Blaine’s eyebrows shot up, and Kurt laughed. “Where she’s actually going. I’m missing a sleepover for you.” Kurt said, shooting Blaine a teasing look.

“I think our sleepover’s going to be a lot more fun.” Blaine murmured, taking Kurt’s hand and running his thumb across Kurt’s palm and shooting him a sultry look. A smile turned his lips as Kurt flushed and his face lifted at the prospect.

“Maybe instead of seducing me you should watch the road.” Kurt said, nodding to where Blaine was about to run a stop sign. Blaine stopped the car short, jostling them both in their seats. He took the opportunity to lean over and kiss Kurt. Kurt kissed back, but when Blaine tried to slide his tongue into Kurt’s mouth the younger boy shook his head and broke this kiss, grinning.

“We haven’t even had dinner, Blaine Anderson.” Kurt teased. Blaine pretended to frown and shot Kurt a look as he began to drive again.

“This is going to be the longest hour-long car ride ever, isn’t it?” Blaine muttered, causing Kurt to giggle in triumph.

Almost exactly an hour later, the boys arrived in Marion. It took their extra fifteen minutes to figure out where to eat, since Blaine insisted on Kurt picking even though the younger boy had never been to Marion. Finally they settled on a pizza shop and split a pepperoni pizza.

“Ooh! I haven’t told you that my cousin Annie is coming to live with me this summer!” Kurt said suddenly, pulling his slice of pizza from his mouth so quickly that he was left breaking small strings of cheese.

“Oh?” Blaine asked, setting down his own slice. “How old is she?”

“Our age. She lives in southern Illinois. She grew up in Lima, though, so she knows a lot of people here. You’re going to love her. She plays guitar.” Kurt rushed off quickly. Blaine’s ears perked up when Kurt said his cousin played guitar; Kurt knew Blaine did, too.

“She sing?”

“Yup. She’s a mezzo soprano but she usually sings alto.” Kurt said, taking another bite.

“Cool. Maybe you should get her to move back to Lima. Your New Directions are really unbalanced. Your only true altos are Lauren Zizes, who sucks, and Santana.” Blaine mused. Kurt smiled at how technical his boyfriend was when it came to music parts.

“Well, I usually end up singing alto.” Kurt said.

“Well that’s just sin.” Blaine said with a small smile, taking Kurt’s hand under the table. “You’re best at your highest or down in a tenor.”

“I hate singing tenor!” Kurt protested.

“I don’t see why, it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.” Blaine said. Kurt choked on his pizza.

“You think my tenor voice is… sexy?” Kurt asked, unsure if he had heard correctly.

“It’s hot.” Blaine confirmed. “Plus, your voice went pretty low the other night.” He said, his voice hushed as he looked over at Kurt mischievously. The younger boy’s eyes were wide and a light blush rose to his cheeks, but he was more turned on than embarrassed.

“Your voice went pretty low, too, actually. You could have passed for a bass.” Kurt shot back, cocking his head flirtatiously. Blaine bit his lip. He thought of provoking Kurt further, but he had a feeling that this wasn’t the mood they should be in to be around his little sister and her friend.

“Unfortunately, we’re about to go pick up two nine-year-olds for ice cream.” Blaine said, deciding to put a lid on the situation. Kurt pouted before giving his boyfriend a little grin.

“I’m really excited to finally meet Jessie.” Kurt said. Blaine smiled, thrilled that his boyfriend was getting to meet a member of his family, and touched that he was excited to do so.

“Well, she’s my girl.” Blaine said, and Kurt could see the pride in his face. Blaine released Kurt’s hand and reached into his pocket, drawing out his pocket watch.

“The nanny gets off in ten minutes. Just enough time to drive if we’re done.” He said, closing the watch.

“I’m done.” Kurt said, taking a last sip of his soda. “I’m ready to meet this famous Jessica Anderson.”

The two pulled up to a large white house in just under ten minutes. Looking around at all the large homes in the neighborhood, Kurt was tempted to call them mansions. The house was three stories tall with a balcony on the second floor held up by columns. By the windows over the door he could see a large chandelier hanging in the entryway. Suddenly, he was nervous.

“You’re sure your parents are gone.” He said, looking around for some sign of a garage. Blaine nodded. “They left right before I came to get you. That car,” he nodded toward a little red car parked in the circle at the end of the drive, “belongs to the nanny, so she’s still here.” He parked the car in the circle as well and took Kurt’s bag, leading him to the door.

“Jessie!” Blaine called as he opened the door. He heard a small shriek and two girls ran into the foyer. He instantly recognized the one in the front as his boyfriend’s little sister. She looked so much like him with her strong face, olive complexion and curly black hair, which in this case were bouncing around in pigtails. She was also much shorter than the other girl, who Blaine had informed him was also nine years old. This one had her blonde hair streaming to her waist, pale green eyes and skin almost as fair as Kurt’s.

“Blaine! Is it time to go get ice cream yet?” Jessie said, smiling up at him. Blaine chuckled.

“Just about. Hi, Allie.” He addressed the blonde girl. “Girls, this is my friend Kurt. He’s going to be hanging out with us tonight if that’s cool with you.” He said, raising his eyes at Jessie. Kurt had a feeling it had already been decided that it was alright with Jessie.

“Hi, Kurt. I’m Jessie.” The little girl said, turning to him. She had Blaine’s smile, for sure.

“Hi, Jessie. It’s nice to meet you, you’re basically famous.” He said, nodding his head toward her brother. Jessie beamed.

“So are you.” She said, grinning. Kurt knew Blaine had introduced him as his friend, but from that look he wondered how much the younger Anderson sibling knew.

“Girls, I’m going to show Kurt up to my room and put his bag down, and then we’ll go. Oh, hello, Therese.” He said, looking up and addressing a woman who had just entered the foyer. She was smartly dressed and had an olive complexion and light brown hair.

“Hello, Blaine.” She said with a thick accent.

“Kurt, Therese is Jessie’s nanny. Therese, this is my friend Kurt.” He said as an introduction. Kurt took a guess at the nanny’s accent’s origin.

“Bonjour.” He said, nodding his head. The nanny beamed.

“Bonjour, Kurt.” She returned with a matching nod. “Well, I’ll be off. I won’t be here until noon since it’s the weekend.” She said to Blaine.

“Right. Thank you very much, Therese.” Blaine said, and the nanny left the house. “Come on, Kurt, my bedroom is up this way.” Blaine said, gesturing to a large staircase.

Kurt ascended the staircase behind Blaine, listening to his explanations of what rooms were where in the house. It was shocking, really, to think of this as the place where Blaine grew up. Sure, he knew Blaine’s family had money, but the older boy had always seemed so comfortable in the Hummel residence that he couldn’t believe how different the two were.

Blaine’s room was on the third floor. Blaine opened the door and stood aside for Kurt to enter, flipping on the light.

“So, here we have it: the place where Blaine Anderson mopes around wishing he were with you.” Blaine said, smiling at Kurt.

“Wow.” Kurt said, looking around. The room had the desolate look of a room that had stopped constant inhabitation years ago. The walls were green, which Kurt knew was Blaine’s favorite color, but they had a faded look that told Kurt that they hadn’t been painted in years. The green and yellow bedspread was especially old and faded looking, and distinctly childish. There wasn’t anything on the walls, and most of the objects on Blaine’s dresser were from childhood.

Only the desk looked as though it belonged to a seventeen-year-old. The framed pictures from Blaine’s dorm room were sitting behind his laptop. Kurt’s eyes scanned them, left to right: a fourteen-year-old Blaine with a six-year-old Jessie, both of their hair cut around their chins; Blaine’s first time singing lead with the Warblers at the end of his freshman year; Blaine, Wes and David on top of a car at the end of their sophomore year; a picture of this year’s Warblers, Kurt included, before their regionals performance. But one of the pictures wasn’t there.

“Where’d we go?” Kurt asked, his voice soft as he tried to hide how disappointed he was. Blaine put an arm around him and kissed him on the cheek before walking to the bed. Kurt followed, watching Blaine put Kurt’s bag on the bed and reach under his pillow, pulling out the last framed picture. It was a picture of Kurt and Blaine at Dalton the week they had started dating. It was a candid photo; the two were leaning up against each other on the couch with the sheet music for Candles in their hands, smiling at each other.

“I didn’t want my parents to find it.” Blaine confessed, looking sad. “But we’re still here.” Kurt forced a smile. It didn’t matter, he told himself. Blaine had to hide him. He didn’t want to.

“Closer to you this way, anyway.” Kurt said, covering up the cheesiness of his words by leaning in and kissing his boyfriend softly. Blaine pulled Kurt to him. He knew he should be feeling bad, but he couldn’t help but realize that he was kissing Kurt in his own room. He had grown up thinking that he would never have a boyfriend in his room, but here Kurt was, with his lips against Blaine’s. Even more, Kurt would be spending the night here.

“Mmmm. The nine-year-olds.” Kurt protested, breaking the kiss and pulling back. Blaine sighed, resting his forehead on Kurt’s.

“They are so getting an early bedtime.” Blaine whispered with a grin.

The boys pulled into the ice cream shop next to the park with the girls in tow. Jessie and Allie literally ran for the door. Blaine chuckled, looking over at Kurt as they got out of the car.

“I think we’ll eat it in the park, since it’s still light.” He said, looking over at the tall trees in the park. “Fresh air and all that.”

“Right.” Kurt said with a smirk. Fresh air, his ass. They followed the girls into the little ice cream shop. Kurt couldn’t help but cough at the strong sticky, sweet smell of the ice cream flavors.

“Alright, two scoops for each of us.” He announced. Kurt saw Jessie smirk and had a feeling this was her hush money. The girl knew how to bargain. “What flavors? Jess?”

“Superman.” The little girl responded. Blaine rolled his eyes and addressed the person behind the counter.

“Two scoops of Superman. Allie?” He said, looking at the blonde girl.“Mint chocolate chip.” The little girl said.

“Two scoops of that.” Blaine said, trying not to pull a face. Kurt knew he didn’t like mint. “Kurt?” He said, cocking his head over at his boyfriend.

“Mocha.” Kurt said with a little grin. Blaine laughed.

“Two scoops of mocha for the caffeine-aholic, and two scoops of chocolate for me.” He said. The boy working at the shop handed over the ice cream cones, which Blaine distributed to each, but not before taking a lick of Kurt’s. He paid the girl at the register and gave her a tip and then shepherded the little girls toward the door.

“We’re going to go hang out in the park for a while, girls. Just stick together, inside the park, and don’t go too far. Oh, Jessie, make sure you dose for the ice cream.” Blaine said. Jessie nodded and the two girls ran toward a playground.

“Dose?” Kurt asked, puzzled.

“Jessie has juvenile diabetes. She has an insulin pump attached to her.” Blaine said simply, turning back to Kurt. He bent over and took a lick of Kurt’s ice cream.

“What makes you think you can keep doing that?” Kurt said, laughing and pulling his ice cream aside. Blaine pouted and looked back up at Kurt.

“I think you have me addicted to mocha.” He said, grinning. Kurt rolled his eyes and took a lick of his ice cream before holding it behind his back.

“Fine.” He said with a smirk. Blaine turned back to make sure the girls were at the playground and not paying attention to them before he smiled and kissed Kurt. He slipped his tongue into Kurt’s mouth and moaned, loving the feel of the cold ice cream in their hot mouths. Blaine broke the kiss with another grin before taking a lick of his own ice cream. Kurt started on his cone own again, but froze with his tongue in his mouth when Blaine took a long, twisting lick from his cone.

Blaine glanced over and saw Kurt’s pink cheeks and wide eyes and nearly choked as he swallowed the ice cream. He looked down and glanced back up to see Kurt pointedly looking away. Blaine grinned and took an extra long lick, this time intentionally. Kurt was fidgeting and had gone so long without having any of his ice cream that a drop of it trickled down his hand.

“Shit.” Kurt said, twisting his hand to see the melted ice cream and realizing that he hadn’t taken any napkins from the counter in the little ice cream store. He quickly licked off all the other melted areas.

“Here,” Blaine said, taking Kurt’s hand in his free one and pulling it up to his face, licking the ice cream from Kurt’s fingers. They were trembling, Blaine realized. He placed a kiss between Kurt’s fingers and released his hand, stepping closer to his boyfriend.

“Let’s… let’s go up there.” Kurt said, pointing to a small pavilion surrounded by bushes and trees at the top of a little hill looking down on the playground where the girls were.

“Okay.” Blaine said, watching Kurt lick at his ice cream cone with little cat licks. Maybe this ice cream thing was a horrible idea. The two walked up the hill, and by the time they reached the gazebo Blaine had finished his cone completely, but Kurt had just reached the level where the cone was. Blaine watched, startled, as Kurt sucked the half-melted ice cream from within the cone, swallowed it, and through the cone in the trash.

“You don’t eat the cone?” He asked, almost teasing, but a little too tense for a light tone. Kurt turned back to him, licking the last of the ice cream off his lips. He shook his head.

“Too soggy.” Kurt said, scrunching up his face. Blaine’s lips curled into a smile, and Kurt could tell he was refraining from commenting.

“Say it.” Kurt said, stepping toward him.

“Want…something…harder?” Blaine said, trying to reign in his laughter until he finished the line. Kurt was laughing, too, but completely turned on. Blaine pulled Kurt toward him, kissing him and tasting the sweet sugary taste of his mouth. Kurt stepped in and pressed against him, and they both gasped at their shared hardness.

“Fuck, Kurt…” Blaine muttered, looping his fingers through the belt loops on Kurt’s short pants.

“You really don’t have much patience, do you?” Kurt bit out, his eyes still smashed shut.

“Not when it comes to you, no.” Blaine whispered, pressing his smiling lips against Kurt’s neck. “I think I have to this time, but God damn, I don’t want to.”

Blaine gave Kurt a peck before turning around and sitting down on a bench in the pavilion, bracing his hands against his knees and closing his eyes. Kurt backed against a wall, arching his neck.

“You’ve turned me into a clich� sexually frustrated teenager. I hope you’re happy.” Kurt said, hating how uncomfortable he was.

“One, you’re anything but clich�. Two, I’ll be happier when I turn you into a sexually satisfied teenager…”

“BLAINE! Not helping!” Kurt said, bending over. Blaine chuckled.

“Sorry. Ugh.” The two sat in silence for a while until Blaine spoke. “How’s your problem?”

“Better when you don’t mention it.” Kurt replied sassily. He wasn’t enjoying blue balls.

“If it’s still… problematic,” Kurt rolled his eyes, “go sit in the car. I’m going to round the girls up.”

“I’m good.” Kurt said, walking to the middle of the pavilion and looking out over the playground. The two girls were swinging, and he watched as Jessie turned her swing upside-down in air. He could hear their high-pitched laughter from where he was standing.

“Okay.” Blaine stood up, and Kurt could see that they were in the same state. Blaine walked up and gave Kurt a kiss on the neck.

“What did she do, a half flip?” He asked. Kurt nodded. “She calls them rocketships. I can’t watch her do it; I’m always afraid she’ll fall. She’s fearless.”

“Not far off from someone else I know.” Kurt said with a smile.

“I’ve got nothing on Jess.” Blaine said, taking Kurt’s hand and leading him out of the pavilion. He didn’t drop Kurt’s hand until they were back in view of the girls.

“Okay, ladies. Time to head home.” Blaine said, cocking his head toward the car. Allie slowly stopped swinging, but Jessie kept pumping her legs faster and faster. “Jess?”

“Just a second, Blaine.” She said, pumping three more times and leaping through the air, landing in a crouched position. She hopped up and grinned at her brother.

“You’re going to give me a heart attack. Now come on.” He said, and they started walking to the car.

“Is Blaine always this big of a worry-wart?” Jessie asked Kurt, her arms folded. Kurt laughed.

“Nope. Your brother is going to break a bone falling off a sofa or clothing display at some point.” Kurt said, and Jessie laughed.

“He still does that when he sings? He used to jump on the fireplace and pretend it was a stage. But then one time he hit his head on the mantle and Mother made him stop.” Jessie said. Kurt laughed.

“Really?” Kurt asked, looking at Blaine and laughing. Blaine pouted.“I had a goosegg for a week. Enough stories, missy.” He said to his little sister.

“One time he tried to climb on a stack of logs at Grandmother’s house and all the logs rolled out from under him and he ended up in a big mud puddle.” Jessie said deviously. Kurt howled with laughter.

“How old were you?” Kurt asked. Blaine looked at Jessie, flabbergasted.

“Thirteen. And we were playing Annie Get Your Gun, so it made sense.” Blaine explained.

“Except the part where you were Annie.” Jessie said as they reached the car. Kurt was crying.

Blaine unlocked the car and they all got in, Kurt looking over at Blaine as he climbed in.

“So, tell me, what song were you singing?” Kurt said with a big smile. Blaine groaned.

“You Can’t Get a Man With A Gun.”

Kurt thought he might die from laughter. He kept asking Blaine questions (whether or not this production involved costumes, whether or not Blaine still knew all the words) all the way back to the Anderson house. Blaine had his jaw set, but Kurt could see the corners of his boyfriend’s mouth quivering from trying to suppress laughter. Blaine pulled the car into the garage (which was a little building behind the house, Kurt discovered) right as Kurt asked Blaine if it would get too confusing for him to call his cousin Annie around Blaine. The girls climbed out of the car and headed toward the house, and as soon as the had left the garage Blaine pulled Kurt roughly by his shirt to the space between their seats and kissed him.

Startled, Kurt had to break the kiss for breath.

“What are you doing?” He said with a laugh as Blaine tried to pull him back again.

“Shutting you up.” Blaine whispered with a smile before pulling Kurt back again. Kurt depended the kiss with a smile, but when he went to wrap his arms around Blaine his hand made contact with something that gave under his hand, and emitted a loud noise that startled Blaine so much that he bit Kurt’s lip.

“Oh my God!” Blaine said, drawing back in worry, looking from the steering wheel where Kurt had hit the car horn to his boyfriend’s lip. Kurt was holding his lip looking at Blaine as though worried to make a fuss. “Is it bleeding?” Blaine asked frantically. Kurt took his hand from his lip experimentally, holding his fingers in front of his eyes.

“Doesn’t look like it.” He said. Blaine reached over and tenderly took Kurt’s bottom lip in his fingers, turning on the light in the car and examining it.

“It’s not bleeding. But does this hurt?” He said, pressing down a little. Kurt shook his head. Blaine pressed down a little harder and Kurt winced. “Come on, let’s go get some ice on it. Besides, the girls will be wondering why we honked.” He said.

Blaine kept an arm wrapped around Kurt on the way back to the house, murmuring how sorry he was and how stupid he was. Kurt told him it was okay several times, and didn’t hesitate from reminding Blaine that it was his own fault for honking the horn. He couldn’t get Blaine to stop looking worriedly at his lip, though.

Blaine led him to the kitchen, where he released him quickly upon seeing the two girls going through the pantry.

“And what, may I ask, are you two devils doing?” Blaine asked, getting a plastic bag from one of the cabinets.

“We want to watch a movie, so we need popcorn.” Jessie said frankly. Allie smiled bashfully and looked at her toes. Blaine rolled his eyes and walked over to the freezer and started to shovel ice into the baggie.

“What are you girls going to watch?” Kurt asked, leaning over the counter toward them. Blaine noted that his words were a little thick from the bite.

“Thumbelina.” Jessie said, peeking out of the pantry and grinning at Kurt.

“She’s one of my favorites.” Kurt said with a big smile. Blaine raised an eyebrow at him, but Kurt ignored it. “You know, if you have a headband and a lei, I can make your hair look like hers.” Jessie’s smile was definitely like Blaine’s. “Bring me a hair tie, a brush, the headband and the lei and I’ll do it.” He said. Jessie set down whatever she was holding and made to run off. He looked at Allie. “Wait, Jessie. Allie gets her hair done, too! What do you think, Allie? Tinkerbell?” He asked the blonde.

“I love Tinkerbell!” The little girl said, her eyes lighting up.

“Make that two hair ties, Jessie.” Kurt said, and the little black-haired girl ran off.

“Here, put this on your lip, master stylist.” Blaine said, handing Kurt the home made ice pack and closing the freezer door. “Allie, here’s the popcorn.” He said, walking over and reaching for a box over her head. “Kurt can help you start a bag. I’m going to go set up the sleeping bags for you girls in the living room.” Blaine said, handing Kurt the box of popcorn and leaving the kitchen.

Jessie made it back down just as Kurt got the bag in the microwave, handing Kurt the supplies and bouncing up and down.

“Okay.” Kurt said, looking around. He decided on putting the girls on the island counter in the middle of the kitchen, and lifted them each up to where they were sitting with their legs swinging off the counter. “There we go. Who’s first.”

“Do Allie first!” Jessie said, hugging her friend. Kurt smiled.

“Okie doke.” He said, starting to comb back the girl’s blonde hair and twisting it into a topknot. After he finished he had Jessie direct him to where they kept the toaster so Allie could see herself.

“Oh my goodness, thank you!” Allie exclaimed, smiling brightly at Kurt.

“All in a day’s work. Now for Miss Jessie.” He said, placing the blue headband she had brought him into her hair and starting to comb her hair back around it. He fastened it in a ponytail at the top of her head and wrapped the lei around the ponytail. “There.” He said decisively, picking the toaster back up.

Blaine walked in while Jessie was examining herself. Kurt was so distracted by the reappearance of his boyfriend that he didn’t realize Jessie was frowning until she spoke.

“But it’s still curly.” She said sadly, looking up at Kurt with big brown eyes. “Thumbelina’s hair is straight like my mommy’s.”

“Of course it’s curly.” Kurt said quickly. “If Thumbelina had a good stylist, her hair would be curly, too. It’s way too thick and bushy, anyway. Your curls give it better shape.” He said, patting the curls and making them bounce.

“I don’t like my curls.” Jessie muttered. Kurt looked at Blaine exasperatedly. What is with you Andersons? He thought before turning back to Jessie.

“I think your curls are beautiful.” He said, tipping her chin up with a finger.

“Really?” She asked, cocking her head.

“Promise.” He said, extending a pinky finger to her. She smiled and linked it with hers as the buzzer on the microwave went off.

“Okay, fairy girls!” Blaine said, leaning against the refrigerator. “Now that Kurt’s done your hair, it’s time for you to get into your pajamas for the movie. Kurt and I will bring your food in; your sleeping bags are already set up in the living room.” Kurt handed them down from the island counter and they started running for Jessie’s room, but Blaine put an arm out in front of Jessie and stopped her.

“I think Kurt just gave you a very nice compliment. What do you say?” He said. Jessie blushed and ran back to Kurt, who leaned down to talk to her.

“Thank you, Kurt.” Jessie said, throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. Kurt smiled and hugged her back.

“You’re welcome; it’s true.” He said, and she hugged him again before running upstairs. Kurt stood up and looked at Blaine, who was walking toward him.

“You’re amazing.” He said, leaning over the counter toward Kurt. Kurt blushed and leaned toward him as well. “Really, truly amazing.” Blaine said, taking one of his arms off the counter to cup the side of Kurt’s face before kissing him. Kurt deepened the kiss, to Blaine’s surprise.

“That doesn’t hurt your lip?” Blaine asked, drawing back and placing the tips of his fingers on Kurt’s lip. Kurt rolled his eyes.

“It’s just bruised, Blaine. It doesn’t really hurt.” He said, missing the feel of Blaine’s fingers on his lip as he withdrew them.

“I just feel really bad I bit you.” Blaine said sheepishly. Kurt placed his forehead against Blaine’s, giving him a look that clearly said that he knew.

“Come on, let’s get them set up.” He said, turning and pulling the popcorn from the microwave. Blaine fetched a bowl and a pair of glasses, filling the glasses with root beer while Kurt shook the popcorn bag into the bowl.

They brought the food into the living room and set it down between the sleeping bags and waited a few minutes before the two girls came bounding down the stairs from the third floor.

“Okay. If you’re going to have any more soda, drink the root beer. Jessie, it’s currently 9:30, which means it’s your bedtime, so I win brother of the year. Don’t worry about turning the movie off if you two fall asleep. If you need anything, yell, we’ll be in my room. Oh,” he said, turning to Jessie directly, “dose.” He said firmly. She sighed and nodded. “Dose for half the bag, and make sure to eat it. Like we’ve said, it’s better to go high than low at night, but we’d rather hit it dead on.” He said. Jessie sighed, nodding.

“Okay, Blaine.” She said, and went over to start the movie.

“Goodnight girls.” Blaine said, heading for the stairs.

“Goodnight!” Allie chirped.

“Goodnight. And goodnight, Kurt!” Jessie said, more kindly toward the taller boy. Kurt smirked.

“Goodnight, Jessie. Goodnight, Allie.” Kurt said. Allie chirped back at him, too.

Once they reached Blaine’s bedroom on the third floor, Blaine snatched Kurt’s straw fedora from his head and put it on. Kurt looked at him and wrinkled his nose.

“You look like a farmer.” He said, shaking his head. Blaine sighed, taking the hat off and putting it on a bookshelf.

“What, I can’t be Jason Mraz?” He asked, pouting. Kurt shook his head. “Nope. Besides, I think you’d look better in something like a cowboy hat…” Kurt said, pretending to pull guns from the sides of his legs. Blaine tackled him. Kurt landed on the floor and laughed, but before he could protest Blaine began tickling him. Kurt squirmed, laughing.

“No more Annie Get Your Gun Jokes.” Blaine said, sitting on Kurt’s hips as he tickled him.

“Okay!” Kurt gasped, not able to catch Blaine’s hands and make them stop.

“Promise!” Blaine said, tickling further down Kurt’s abdomen.

“I promise!” Kurt pled, and Blaine stopped ticking and kissed him, pressing down on him as he did so.

Kurt moaned, not believing the feel of being pressed between Blaine and the hard, flat floor this way. Blaine pressed harder still, causing Kurt to harden underneath him. Blaine smiled and adjusted to where he was more laying on top of Kurt than sitting on him and pressed again, this time causing both of them to moan. Blaine slid a hand under Kurt’s shirt, pulling it up as he held Kurt’s waist. Blaine pressed against Kurt again, pushing him down. Kurt hissed as the carpet stung his exposed skin.

“What?” Blaine asked, opening his eyes and looking at Kurt, worried.

“Carpet stings.” Kurt muttered sheepishly. Blaine laughed, standing up and pulling Kurt up by his hands.

“Sorry.” Blaine said, scrunching up his face.

“I guess that’s what the bed’s for.” Kurt said, stepping in and kissing Blaine softly. Blaine grinned against his lips, gripping Kurt’s yellow polo in both of his hands this time and pulling it off. His fingers went to the fading purple mark on Kurt’s chest, tapping lightly.

“Still hurt?” He murmured. Kurt shook his head. Blaine smiled. “I was a little worried when you said it did. The one you gave me on my neck before you left for New York didn’t.” He said, kissing Kurt’s neck.

“Well, you bit.” Kurt said, laughing and working his fingers into the holes between the buttons on Blaine’s shirt and prying them apart. As soon as Blaine’s shirt hung open, Kurt pushed it off of Blaine’s shoulders and wrapped his arms around Blaine, once again appreciating the feel of their hard but soft bodies between them. There were other hard things between them as well, and Kurt smirked and grabbed the belt loops on Blaine’s shorts.

Blaine cocked his head toward the bed and Kurt smiled before going over and sitting on the bed, scooting back toward the wall. Blaine climbed onto the bed, kneeling in front of Kurt before leaning in and kissing him, his head holding the back of Kurt’s head as he tilted them down to where Kurt was once again on his back.

The feeling between Blaine and the bed was as hot as being on the floor, but much more sensual, Kurt realized. Blaine’s bed, though apparently neglected, was soft. Blaine, as he dug his hips into Kurt’s, was definitely hard. Kurt began to fidget.

“Blaine,” he gasped. Blaine knowingly unbuttoned Kurt’s shorts, moving out of the way to slide them down and out of the way. He kissed Kurt again as he reached into Kurt’s boxer briefs and stroked him, causing Kurt to buck into Blaine’s body.

“Kurt?” The dark haired boy asked, cupping Kurt’s face in his free hand. Kurt opened his eyes, which were the darkest blue Blaine had had ever seen them.

“Yeah?” He asked, panting. Blaine felt stupid.

“Can I… use my mouth?” He asked, his face twisting in embarrassment. Kurt’s mouth fell open and he nodded. “You sure?” Blaine asked, taking his hand off of Kurt’s bulge and wrapping it around his hip. “If you’d rather I didn’t, I’ll just give you the best…”

“Blaine, it’s okay.” Kurt cut him off with a little smile. The older boy relaxed, smiling, and bent in and gave Kurt another kiss.

Slowly he knelt back, pulling down Kurt’s underwear. He remembered the feel of how large Kurt was in his hand, but when faced with it in short distance… Blaine hastily unbuttoned and unzipped his own shorts, but left them on.

Carefully, Blaine took Kurt in his hand as he leaned down to him. Tentatively he stuck his tongue out and licked Kurt, making the younger boy whimper. Gaining confidence, he licked again, this time dragging the tip of his tongue along Kurt, making him moan.

“Should I be quiet?” He heard Kurt ask. Blaine laughed and shook his head.

“We’re two floors up, and this house has pretty thick walls. Don’t worry.” He said, taking the tip of Kurt’s penis in his mouth. Kurt gasped and bucked, causing Blaine to have to ride up with Kurt. As the younger boy settled back down, Blaine gently slid down as far as he felt safe doing without gagging, and then slid back up and did it again, quicker this time. Kurt’s fingers twisted into Blaine’s hair, causing Blaine to groan against Kurt, which caused Kurt to buck up again, crying out a little. He didn’t buck far, and Blaine was relieved that he didn’t gag. Gently he began sucking on Kurt, causing Kurt to squirm.

Blaine continued to experiment with Kurt until the younger boy grew sweaty and began to curse. He added his hand back into the mix, pumping Kurt with what his mouth couldn’t reach.

“Blaine, Blaine… I’m…” Kurt muttered, pulling at Blaine’s hair. Blaine took the hint and took his mouth off of Kurt and licked him instead while the younger boy continued to grip his hair until he came with a shudder. Blaine stopped licking but continued to pump Kurt with his hand as he leaned upward and kissed Kurt around the mouth until the boy was done, when he kissed Kurt full-on. The younger boy slid his arms over Blaine’s shoulders, pulling him down and making Blaine release him from his hand.

“Oh my God, Blaine.” Kurt said, releasing Blaine after attacking his tongue. He lay with his eyes closed as Blaine sat up to find tissues. He got off the bed to retrieve a box from his desk. While he was getting them, he studied where some of Kurt’s release had fallen to his hand. Discretely, Blaine put his hand to his mouth. It didn’t taste bad, just different. He took the tissues and wiped his hand off before getting Kurt cleaned up as well.

“Mmmmm…” Kurt moaned, stretching before opening his eyes and looking at Blaine. Something in Kurt’s gaze made Blaine stop breathing and drop the tissue. “Now it’s your turn.”

“You don’t have to.” Blaine said, becoming aware of how uncomfortably hard he was. Kurt rolled his eyes.

“Oh, I want to.” He said, sitting up. Blaine’s chest started to pound. “Unless you don’t want me to.” He said, cocking his head sideways.

“I want you to.” He said, gulping. Kurt smirked, pushing down Blaine’s pants, palming him through his underwear before sliding that away as well.

Blaine sat down on the bed, his back against the pillows.

Kurt knelt in front of him, running a hand down Blaine’s side before bending down and sliding the tip of Blaine’s penis into his mouth. Blaine gasped, his hands twisting into the poofy comforter, his eyes taking in the completely sexy sight of Kurt’s bare back bending into him. Kurt took a bit more of him, making Blaine arch his back. Kurt slid away and began licking Blaine’s shaft with tiny, delicate strokes with the tip of his tongue, just as Blaine had seen him with the ice cream cone. He moaned and thrust upward, but Kurt continued to give him little licks.

“That kind of tickles.” Blaine murmured. Kurt chuckled, the short puffs of breath from his nose tickling Blaine further.

“Payback.” Kurt whispered, taking a great deal of Blaine in his mouth and sucking hard. Blaine bit back a yell. Kurt’s entire mouth was warm and wet, and his tongue was dragging against him slowly while his lips closed around Blaine as Kurt bobbed his head gently. Blaine could feel all of this at once, driving him insane as he began to sweat.

Kurt moved his mouth to the base of Blaine’s penis and nibbled lightly, making Blaine kick his feet a little bit. He felt Kurt’s lips turn up against him, and suddenly Kurt’s hand was on him, pumping him roughly. Kurt put his mouth on Blaine again and pumped just as hard. Blaine let out a low yell, his head rolling back. Kurt did it again and Blaine felt himself about to release.

“Kurt, baby, I’m going to come…” he whispered. Kurt took his mouth off of Blaine again, pumping him with his hand and giving one of his little cat-tongued licks to the head of Blaine’s penis. Blaine came, moaning. When he opened his eyes, Blaine saw Kurt smiling shyly in front of him.� Sleepily, he reached up and pulled Kurt’s face to his, kissing him delicately. They broke the kiss lightly, smiling at each other.

“I need to clean up. Blaine said. Kurt turned around out and picked up the box of tissues, pulling one out. Blaine tried to take him from him, but Kurt slapped his hand away.

“My job!” Kurt declared while Blaine laughed. Kurt finished his job and collapsed against Blaine, entranced by the feel of their naked bodies against each other.

“I love you.” Kurt said softly, pressing his head against Blaine’s chest.

“I love you too. And not just because that was incredible, either.” Blaine said, kissing the top of Kurt’s head.

“Does this feel like a scary movie to you?” Kurt asked after a few minutes. Blaine scrunched up his face, confused.

“What?”

“You’re babysitting, have your boyfriend over, and we went off to play away from the kids in this big house.” Kurt said simply. Blaine chuckled.

“Is this your way of telling me to get dressed and go check on the girls?” He asked, stroking the nape of Kurt’s neck.

“Well…” Kurt said, grinning. Blaine laughed, playfully pushing Kurt off of him.

“Pick a movie while I’m downstairs and we’ll watch it on my laptop.” He said, pointing to a stack of movies beside his bookshelf.

Kurt picked his bag up from the far side of the bed as Blaine walked over to his dresser. Both put on their pajamas, and Blaine left the room while Kurt examined the stack of movies. After some deliberation, he pulled out The Devil Wears Prada and set about hooking up the laptop and power on Blaine’s bed.

The door swung open and Blaine stood in the doorway, still as could be.

“Kurt, they’re gone.” He said sharply. Kurt sat up quickly, looking at Blaine in fear.

“What?” He asked, his mouth falling open.

“No, dummy, they’re fast asleep. What movie did you pick out?” He asked, laughing at how indignant Kurt looked. Kurt curtly answered him, and Blaine climbed into the bed under the covers and opened his arms.

“Forgive me and come cuddle with me?” Blaine said, pouting. Pretending to sigh exasperatedly, Kurt followed directions after pressing play on the laptop. Blaine wrapped his arms firmly around his boyfriend, kissing him behind his ear as the movie started.