Sitting down on his bed, picking up his phone, to look at his text conversations with Blaine. Sighing happily, Kurt started to text Blaine.

'Could you meet me at some point tonight?xxxx'

That would do.

Kurt breathed out a sigh of relief. He had done it, now all he could do was wait. Although, he didn't have to wait too long. As soon as he hit the bed, his phone vibrated and lit up near his knee.

'I'll be at yours in ten minutes xxxx'

Kurt bit his lip and locked his phone before throwing it onto his bed and walking into his bathroom to wash his face.

Within five minutes, Kurt was ready, and bolting down his stairs and at his front door, only to be stopped by his father.

“Kurt?” Burt asked gruffly. “Where are you going?”

“To see Blaine,” Kurt answered instantly, cursing his truthfulness. He turned around to look at his father.

Burt looked confused. “Isn't that Rachel's brother?”

“Yeah,” Kurt said softly, before gathering his composure. “I'm tutoring him remember? We're gonna go on a walk and see how many things he can remember without prompting.”

Burt frowned. “Ok, have fun.”

Kurt rolled his eyes. “I'm sure I will,” said Kurt, before turning around to leave the house.

“I know he's gay Kurt,” Burt said loudly. “I don't think you're like … that, but be careful.”

Kurt shook his head. “He's my best friend's brother, dad. I don't think he'd think of me like that anyway.”

Why was it so easy to lie to his father? Especially when it came to Blaine?

Burt shrugged. “Ok. Well whatever, I trust you not to do anything without thinking it over first anyway.”

Kurt smiled, he had done a lot of thinking. “Thanks dad,” he said before stepping out of the door. “I'll be back by eight.”

Blaine was jogging gently when he saw a lean figure standing outside Kurt's house. Seeing it was Kurt from the light of the street lamp, Blaine smiled and stopped jogging, choosing to walk to Kurt instead. He didn't want to seem too eager.

Kurt turned around to see him when Blaine was closer.

“Hey,”

“Hey,” replied Blaine, unsure of what to say next. Kurt was looking at him weirdly, his eyes seemed saddened. “What's going on?”

Kurt blinked a couple of times and looked Blaine in the eye. “I … uh, I wanted to talk.”

Blaine frowned. “Oh, ok. Should we go for a walk?”

As they started to walk, Blaine's mind went into overdrive. What could Kurt want? Did he want Blaine to not say anything to Rachel about their kiss? Did he want to stop tutoring him?

Blaine couldn't stop his thoughts, not even when they turned off Kurt's road, he still was thinking about Kurt. And Kurt himself looked amazing, Blaine thought. He was wearing tight pants again, with a grey shirt tucked into them and his hair, Blaine had never seen it like this before, it was set back into it's usual manner, but look messier, and made Kurt looked even more handsome than normal.

Every time they stepped underneath a street lamp, all Blaine could think was that Kurt was too handsome; too good for him.

Blaine tried to distract himself, looking at his surroundings. They were on Curzon Street, and he could tell because on the opposite side of the road was a small forest, which lead onto a cul-de-sac.

“I want to be with you.”

The words left Kurt's mouth so abruptly, that Blaine wouldn't have thought they had come from Kurt, if Kurt hadn't stopped walking and was looked towards Blaine expectantly. Blaine stopped and turned to face Kurt, who was three feet away from him.

“I want to be with you Blaine,” Kurt said, steadier this time. “I'm just worried about Rachel.”

Blaine couldn't speak.

“I really want to be with you Blaine,” Kurt said again, his voice cracking a little bit. “I really don't want to upset anyone, but I want to be able to call you my boyfriend and I want to spend all of my time knowing that I'm yours.”

Blaine gaped at him, finding it hard to process this new information.

“Please say something,” Kurt said, his voice pleading.

Blaine gulped and opened his mouth but nothing came out. Plucking up all the courage he could muster, Blaine took three strides towards Kurt and took his face in his hands, and kissed him fiercely.

Kurt didn't respond at first, but then relaxed into the kiss, his arms curling around Blaine's shoulders to pull him closer. Blaine smiled into the kiss and set his arms around Kurt's waist.

Blaine pulled away first, revelling in the fact that Kurt had leant forwards slightly to follow him. He leant his forehead against Kurt's, both their breathing ragged.

“I want to be with you too,” Blaine said breathlessly. “And screw Rachel, she's going out with your brother.”

Kurt smiled, opening his eyes to look straight into Blaine's. “But this is different, they were together before me and Finn were brothers.”

Blaine sighed. “I don't care.”

“I do,” Kurt said softly, his eyes downcast. “But I want to be with you.”

“Well we obviously can't be,” Blaine said, leaning away from Kurt but not retracting his hands.

“We can,” Kurt said gently. “We just can't … tell anyone.”
Blaine looked confused.

Kurt pressed on. “We can be together … we just can't really tell anyone.”

Blaine bit his lip. “Is that really our only option?”

“If you want to speak to your sister ever again,” Kurt said. “Then yes.”

Blaine nodded. “I can do that. We can do this.”

Kurt smiled widely. “We'll tell people eventually, it'll be just for now, until we can trust that they won't go insane.”

Blaine nodded again. “Ok.” He leant in again to kiss Kurt, who stopped him. Blaine looked down, wondering why he couldn't kiss Kurt again.

But then Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand, and pulled him across the road and into the small forest. Blaine bit his lip, having always been afraid of dark woods at night, but once inside, Kurt stopped next to a tree and pulled Blaine closer, kissing him softly.

“Are you ok?” Kurt murmured against his lips.

“Y-yeah,” Blaine said, still glancing around the woods. “I just don't really like the dark too much.”

Kurt smiled. “It's ok,” he said softly. “I'll protect you.”

Blaine smiled, pressing a small kiss to Kurt's cheek. “We're really going to do this seeing each other in secret thing?”

Kurt nodded.

Blaine's smile widened. He kissed Kurt's lips and didn't resurface for a while.

Over the next few weeks, Blaine was happily failing to keep a grin off his face. Rachel had only noticed when they were in the car on the way to school.

“Where were you last night?” Rachel asked. “Our dads wouldn't tell me.”

Blaine bit his lip, choosing not to answer the question, but his blush told Rachel more than he perhaps wanted to.

“Oh!” Rachel said happily. “You're seeing someone aren't you?”

Blaine shook his head, but Rachel didn't care.

“That's why you've been out so much lately! Is it that Sebastian from Dalton?” Rachel asked, but not looking for an answer. “He is so hot, I'm so jealous that he's gay.”

Blaine's eyes widened in shock. “Um … no, he's uh, not my type.”

Rachel didn't listen. “Ooh, I'm so happy for you! For a while I thought you liked Kurt, maybe I just misunderstood.”

She continued to talk to herself and partially Blaine for the whole journey, and it was only when Blaine spotted Kurt across the parking lot that he smiled again. It didn't matter that his sister was practically trying to set him up with someone else, Kurt wanted to keep their relationship private and Blaine would respect that.

Later in the day, Blaine was stood at his locker, worn out by his lessons and carrying his books around all day. He had a French test first thing, and wanted to know how badly he had done, although he felt that he had understood some of the questions more than usual.

Glancing down the hallway, he saw Kurt on the opposite side and further down at his own locker and smiled brilliantly when he noticed the small hickey on the back of Kurt's neck from the previous night. Blaine bit his lip and pulled out a spare scarf he kept in his locker and then shut it, approaching Kurt.

“Hey Kurt,” Blaine said quietly. “I brought this over for you.”

He held out the scarf, and Kurt looked at it. It was a thick red, woollen scarf and Kurt frowned. “Thanks for the offer Blaine, but why?”

Blaine bit his lip. “It's cold out, and you don't uh have one,” he offered.

Upon seeing the look of confusion on Kurt's face, Blaine sighed and leant in closer. “There is evidence of last night on the back of your neck, and if I remember correctly, there should be one at the top of your collarbone.”

Kurt's eyes widened. He grabbed the scarf and threw it instantly around his neck. Kurt blushed bright red when he looked up at Blaine again, and whispered a thank you.

“So,” Blaine said softly. “I was wondering whether you could come over tonight and help me with my French again?”

Kurt bit his lip to stop a small laugh escaping. “I … isn't Rachel at home tonight?” Kurt asked quietly. “You can come to mine if you like, I know Finn is out. My dad and Carole will be in, but they won't disturb us.”

Blaine smiled. “Perfect,”

A distraction came in the form of Rachel, who said loudly in her shrill voice. “We're going to be late for glee club! Come on! As leader of the New Directions, I think it is only fair that you oblige...”

Kurt and Blaine let Rachel continue her monologue and followed her with a slam of a locker and a roll of the eyes.

Blaine had completely forgotten it was his turn for the assignment that day in glee. He had been hurriedly pushed by an anxious Rachel into the middle of the choir room, and had gulped when Mr Shuester told him to 'take it away'.

The opening beats started, and Blaine could feel his nerves ebb away at the sight of the glee club all nodding their heads and smiling. Catching sight of Kurt, Blaine started to sing.

“You think I'm pretty, without any make up on, you think I'm funny when I tell the punch line wrong. I know you get me, so I let my walls fall down, down.”

Blaine took a deep breath, closing his eyes.

“Before you met me, I was all right, but things were kind of heavy, you brought me to life. Now every February, you'll be my valentine, valentine.”

Blaine bit his lip subtly and chanced a quick look at Kurt.

“Let's go all, the way tonight. No regrets, just love. We can dance until we die, you and I, we'll be young forever!”

Kurt couldn't keep his eyes off Blaine. At first, he had been pulling at the tassels at the end of the scarf, but as soon as Blaine started to sing, the scarf was forgotten and Kurt's eyes were on Blaine.

And the smaller boy was swaying slightly, occasionally glancing at Kurt which made him blush and look into his lap.

Before long, the rest of the glee club other than Finn were up and dancing with Blaine, smiling and laughing and singing along with the song. Kurt stood up and dance a little with Mercedes, but remained close to Blaine. But then Blaine was looking straight into his eyes.

“Let you put your hands on me in my skin tight jeans, be your teenage dream tonight.”

And Kurt knew they weren't going to be studying that night.

Blaine was ushered through Kurt's front door that night by Kurt's step-mother, Carole. She looked appraisingly at Blaine before asking for his coat and if he would like anything to drink.

Blaine smiled and quietly declined.

“So, you're Blaine,” a gruff voice said from the living room.

Blaine turned around to see Burt Hummel and gulped.

“Yes, sir.” Damn, why did his voice suddenly turn two pitches higher than normal?

“And, Kurt, my son is teaching you French?” Burt asked, his cheekbones a little red.

Blaine nodded eagerly.

“Good,” Burt said quietly. “He's uh … he's just downstairs in his room. I suppose you can go down there.” He pointed to a door across the landing.

Blaine said a polite thank you to Burt and Carole, who retreated into the living room together, while Blaine opened the door Burt had pointed to.

Stepping carefully down the steps, Blaine smiled as he looked around Kurt's room. It was all cream, clean and a large bookcase with novels and dvds overflowing from it. The sofa across from his bed had shawl thrown over the back of it, something which Blaine instantly thought must have been a present. But then Blaine's eyes fell onto the boy who was sat in the middle of the large bed, pouring over a magazine, which Blaine knew had to be the latest copy of Vogue.

“Hey,” Blaine said quietly, once he had reached the bottom of the stairs.

Kurt looked at him in shock. “Oh, hi,” he said softly. He cleared his throat before continuing. “I didn't hear you come in,”

Blaine just smiled and set his bag down on the floor, before walking over to Kurt's bed, glancing at the magazine. “Anything I need to know about this season's fashion?” he said, smirking.

Kurt glared and pouted. “Well, the bow-ties could go …”
Blaine mocked offence and turned away from him. “I can't believe you!”

Kurt laughed and perched on his knees, his hands falling on Blaine's shoulders. “I'm joking, Blaine. They're cute, I suppose.”

Blaine raised an eyebrow and turned back to face Kurt. “You suppose?” he scoffed jokingly. “I'll have you know, these are very dashing.”

Kurt bit his lip to try and stifle his smile. “Yeah maybe if you were wearing a tux,”

Blaine gasped. “How dare you!”

Kurt laughed, falling back onto the bed and sighing. “I am so terribly sorry, Blaine,”

Blaine shook his head and lowered his body to hover over Kurt's, their lips an inch apart. “Hm, I don't know whether I want to accept that apology,”

Kurt smiled again and pushed himself up on his elbows to kiss Blaine gently. At first they were still, before Blaine realised that he could kiss Kurt. Blaine pushed Kurt down onto the bed, and kissed him firmly, his heart thrumming with excitement from Kurt's lips moving against his.

When Blaine finally pulled away, Kurt's eyes flew open, piercing blue and so incredibly bright that Blaine forgot how to breathe momentarily.

“I … uh, I guess you're forgiven,” Blaine whispered.

Kurt looked confused for a moment, before smiling brightly and pulling Blaine back down.

Burt Hummel was worried about his son. Being alone in his room with another boy. Especially another boy he knew was gay.

A small shudder flew down Burt's back as he thought of what that boy could do to his son. Suddenly, a hand was resting on the small of his back.

He looked up to see Carole looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

“He'll be fine Burt,” Carole said, suppressing a smile.

“They're supposed to be studying,” Burt said, clearing his throat and looking away from Carole.

Carole laughed a little bit. “Right, well, could you call them up for dinner anyway, I've made a vegetarian stir fry.”

Burt rolled his eyes. “Can't we put some chicken in it?” he asked.

“No,” Carole said firmly. “I let you have a chicken sandwich for lunch today, and you soaked it in salt. Your heart can't cope with it.”

Burt sighed and left the kitchen, heading towards his son's room. He paused outside for a second, before opening the door and looking down into the room.

He wasn't expecting what he found.

Kurt and Blaine were sitting cross-legged on Kurt's bed facing each other, Blaine's eyes were closed as he seemed to be trying to remember something, while Kurt was looking at the book in his lap.

Burt smiled and was about to speak when Blaine did instead.

“The cinema is two miles away. Turn left at the end of this road, and right at the junction, it is straight on from then,” Blaine said slowly.

“Yes!” Kurt said happily, grinning. He leant over and gave Blaine a small kiss on the lips.

Burt's eyes widened, as well as Blaine's. Not sure of what to say or do, Burt retreated out of the room slowly and shut the door quietly behind him.

Once in the hallway again, Burt tried to settle his breathing to no avail, and walked quickly into the kitchen.

“Carole!”

Carole was busy over a frying pan, a hand on one hip as she turned to face Burt. “What is it now Burt? I've nearly finished Blai-where are they?”

“That can wait,” Burt said quietly. “I just saw Kurt kiss him.”

Carole sighed, annoyed. “Come on Burt, they are two teenage boys.”

Burt shook his head. “But they are meant to be studying!”

“Aren't they?” Carole asked.

“Well yes... but they-” Burt spluttered.

“Well then leave them be.”

“But-”

“No. We're not interfering,” Carole said firmly, finalising the subject. “So, are you going to call them up for dinner?”

“I don't want to go back in,” Burt muttered.

Carole rolled her eyes and walked from the kitchen, knocking on Kurt's door before opening it slightly. “Boys, dinner's ready!”

“Ok, be up in a sec!” Kurt called back.

Carole walked back to the kitchen, seeing Burt looking lost.

“See, it's not that hard,” Carole said, looking at Burt pointedly.

Being Rachel's friend was a hard task. It was as though his patience was being constantly tested. Although, lately Kurt was starting to realise that the easiest way to stay friends with Rachel was to occasionally drift off in his mind when talking to her.

A few days after Blaine came over for dinner and tutoring at his house, Kurt was stood in front of his locker, trying to pull his French book from underneath all of his other text books, while Rachel was telling him about her Glee assignment.

“... I still don't know whether to do Barbra or not, obviously no one else can reach her tone or even her emotional depth but part of me wants to save that for Sectionals...”

“Rachel, enough!” Kurt snapped, turning to face Rachel. The hurt look on her face softened Kurt's next sentence. “I'm sorry. But, just do Barbra, the assignment is to do a song we love so it should probably be by an artist you love too.”

Rachel frowned. “You look different today Kurt,”
Kurt rolled his eyes and turned back to his locker. “In what way?”

“I don't know,” Rachel said slowly. “You just look a little bit happier than normal, even though you were shouting at me. I accept your apology by the way.”

Kurt shrugged and finally yanked out his French book, turning to Rachel again. “I have no idea what you are talking about, I did the same thing this morning that I do every morning.”

Suddenly a warm body was surrounding Kurt, gripping him tightly. Kurt froze. Soft lips were brushing against his ear, and the heat of the breath was falling down Kurt's neck.

“You're the best teacher ever!” the person whispered happily.

The person pulled away and revealed himself as Blaine. Kurt got a cut off view of Blaine as a test paper was in front of his vision.

“Eh, what's this?” Kurt asked, still a little dazed.

“My test results, read the red pen at the top!” Blaine said excitedly.

Kurt frowned a little bit, and read the results, smiling as he did so. “A 'C' that's brilliant Blaine!”

Blaine folded the piece of paper and tucked it into his open bag. “I'm so happy, Monsieur Durant was very pleased with my progression,”

Kurt smiled. “I still want you to get at least a B, maybe even an A if we can.”

Blaine grinned and looked at Rachel. “Oh, hey Rach!” he said happily. “Are you doing anything tonight?”

Rachel nodded. “I'm at ballet, why?”

Blaine shrugged. “Just, uh wanted to know,” he said, glancing to Kurt.

“Oh!” Rachel exclaimed. “Are you going to see your boyfriend?” she asked with a wink.

“Boyfriend?!” Blaine and Kurt both said.

Kurt blushed and looked away.

“What boyfriend Rachel?” Blaine asked, looking outraged.

“The one you clearly have because of your reaction!” Rachel said teasingly. “I'm joking! The one you were telling me about in the car? From Dalton?”

Kurt bit his lip, raising his eyebrows at Blaine. Blaine blanched.

“Rachel, I never said anything about someone from Dalton,” he said quietly. “You just jump to too many conclusions.”

“What was his name?” Rachel asked, not really listening again. “Sebastian, wasn't it? He's cute.”

Blaine shook his head. “No Rachel, I have never liked Sebastian, he's an idiot who likes to play too many games.”

“I'll see you in glee club,” a voice said softly.

Turning in the direction, Blaine saw Kurt's retreating figure. Meanwhile, Rachel was still blabbering on about Blaine's imaginary boyfriend.

“Rachel,” Blaine all but growled. “Seriously. Stop that. Stop thinking it's ok to tell people lies.”

Rachel stopped talking abruptly. “What?”

“Nevermind,” Blaine said with a loud sigh. “I'm going to glee.”

In glee, it was Mercedes' turn to sing. During a beautiful rendition of 'And I'm Telling You', Kurt stood up to clap and welcomed Mercedes' back to her seat next to him.

As soon as Kurt had walked into the room, he made sure that there was only one seat next to him and also made sure that Mercedes sat with him. If Blaine wanted distance and was seeing other people, well then Kurt had to make sure that Blaine thought he wasn't tied down to him.

Although, seeing the look of hurt mixed with frustration on Blaine's face when he entered the room and saw there was no other seat apart from the one next to Rachel did make Kurt feel bad.

But then Puck stood up, bringing Kurt back to reality.

“So, I asked a few of the boys the other day to help me out so...”

“Hey, doing anything tonight?” Kurt asked Mercedes.

“Just being fabulous, why?” Mercedes asked.

“I miss hanging out with you, mine at six?” Kurt suggested.

“I'll bring the popcorn if you bring the gossip,” Mercedes replied, grinning.

Kurt smiled and turned back to face Puck. But no one was in front of the microphone and Finn was sat at the drums. In fact, he was slowly reminded of when the girls sang 'Start Me Up/Living On A Prayer' by the set up of the room.

Suddenly Finn started a fast drum roll beat. The door to Kurt's left opened and Artie rolled in, playing a riff on his electric guitar, quickly followed by Puck on the bass.

Suddenly a voice came in through the right door.

“Wow man.”

“W-wait a second man, what do you think the teacher's gonna look like, this year?”

It took Kurt a moment to register that Blaine was part of the song, and only when he and Mike had settled either side of Puck that Kurt realised that Blaine was singing.

“Whooo-ah!”

Insanely hot. That was the only way Kurt could describe the way Blaine was dancing.

“Oh ye-eah!”

Puck started to sing the following verse, after all, it was his turn on the assignment.

“T-teacher stop that screamin', teacher don't you see? Don't wanna be no uptown fool,” Puck was grinning to the girls of the group. “Maybe I should go to hell, but I am doing well, teacher needs to see me after school.”

Blaine and Mike both leant in with their microphones to join Puck.

“I think of all the education that I've missed, but then my homework was never quite like this!”

Puck was gyrating around the choir room in what Kurt could only described as borderline sexual harassment, while Blaine was doing unspeakable things against a microphone. Why did Kurt want to replace that microphone stand with his own body?

Shaking his head, Kurt bit his lip and listened to the rest of the song.

“Ow! Got it bad, got it bad, got it bad, I'm hot for teacher!”

Why did Blaine just wink at him?

“You're the best teacher ever!”

Kurt's mouthed dropped wide open, not even caring that Mercedes had probably noticed.

Blaine wanted him.

Blaine was panicking slightly. As soon as Mr Shuester let them leave for the day, Kurt had practically sprinted from the choir room. Did he really not like Blaine any more? After what Rachel had said, Blaine supposed that he must have thought he was cheating.

Blaine sighed and pulled his bag over his shoulder, deciding to head towards his locker before going home.

As he was passing by a janitor's closet, Blaine felt a hand grab him. All he knew next was that he must have been inside the janitor's closet and that Kurt rutting against him like that was too much for him to handle.

They had never kissed like this before, and Blaine felt himself get a little lost in the moment. He was scrabbling at Kurt's top and trying to concentrate on kissing him too. But then Kurt's legs were wrapped around his hips and he was pressing Kurt against a wall.

Kurt pulled away from the kiss for a moment, regaining his breath before murmuring, “that was so fucking hot.”
Blaine let out a small whimper from his throat and continued kissing Kurt, pressing him harder into the wall.

Mercedes was not the type of girl to hang around school when it had ended, but worried about Kurt after his speedy flight from glee earlier, she had resolved herself to wandering about, texting him and trying to find him.

She had been walking for over twenty minutes when she heard a door opening around a corner. She started to walk a little bit faster, only to back track when she saw a very kiss-bruised couple leave the janitor's closet.

She frowned when she saw Blaine, but her jaw dropped when she saw Kurt with him. Whipping herself fully around the corner, she leaned against the wall and wondered why on Earth her boy was messing around with Rachel's brother!
Determined to confront him later on, she walked down the hallway towards the exit.