Blaine looked over and chuckled, nodding his head. “Yeah sure. No problem,” he said as he picked up the box. He had to admit, it really was heavy. “I'm gonna put these on the stage. You guys finish up with packing up with the backdrops before you leave, 'kay?” asked Blaine.

Everyone murmured their responses in a blank voice as Blaine exited the choir room and walked down the hall towards the auditorium's stage door. He walked into the back of the stage and sat down the box next to a cluster of other boxes randomly marked with “lights” or “fog machine” and stuff like that. He froze when he heard a piano playing. Sounded like the piano melody for “Come Home” by Eyes Set to Kill.

Blaine poked his head from behind stage and found Elizabeth at the piano. His mouth dropped open. Kurt wasn't lying when he said she could sing, he thought to himself as he watched her sing, unable to stop thinking about how talented she really was. It was just so amazing. Her voice was never off-key and it was all smooth and perfect. He hadn't heard a woman sing like that since, well, ever.

When Elizabeth had finished singing, she looked up at Blaine, her cheeks turning bright red as she slightly jumped, startled by Blaine's sudden appearance as he walked over to the piano. “Oh...hey there,” she said as she tucked a strand of her wavy sandy blonde hair behind her ear, looking down at her hands which were relaxed on the piano keys set before her.

“Hey,” said Blaine in a friendly voice. She seemed nervous suddenly by his presence. “You sing so...so beautifully,” Blaine breathed.

She smiled, looking as if she was trying to force it away. “Thank you,” she said in a small voice. “That really means a lot,” she said as she then looked up at him and caught his eyes. She got to her feet and put her hand on the side of the piano, looking at the floor now.

“You're welcome,” said Blaine, unsure of what to say next.

There was a long, awkward silence and to tell the truth, Blaine didn't really like it. He felt uncomfortable for some reason. “Do you want to have dinner with me tonight?” Elizabeth suddenly asked, breaking the silence.

Ot clocked in for him. Blaine knew exactly of her intentions. She wanted it to be a date. He didn't like that idea at all. Blaine threw his eyebrows together. Should he tell her? Tell her about how he's gay? No, he shouldn't. It wouldn't be fair to Kurt. He wasn't sure if Kurt really wanted anyone to know about how Blaine was gay and to set a label that he would automatically be Kurt's boyfriend...not that he wasn't. “I-I'm not so sure...about that...”

Elizabeth eyed him as she moved away from the piano, walking over to him with eyes that said it all. Blaine gulped down, knowing that look simply because he's seen it on Kurt's face before. "You're so cute," spoke Elizabeth in a more bolder way.

Although Blaine felt guilty with Kurt in the back of his mind, he still couldn't stop himself from smiling. And then it happened almost all too fast and in a blink of an eye, causing Blaine to be unable to respond to what had just happened yet. He felt a series of tiny and gentle butterfly kisses on his lips. His eyes closed, trying to block them out. This couldn't be happening. It just couldn't. He felt a hand on his chest and before he knew it, his legs were moving backwards. Since when did he let his legs move backwards?

Soon enough, his back was gently pressed against the back stage's wall as the lips kissing his turned from butterfly kisses to something of a more needy sort. When his mind finally registered, he put his arms out before him and grabbed her arms, urging her away from him. “No, I can't do this,” he said as he pushed past her and hurried away. He had his Glee club to get to...even though it would be over by now. He would have an empty choir room to return to. But truth be told, anywhere would be better than this horrible situation right now.

Blaine stood before the choir room's doorway. The door was closed, but he heard a piano playing on the other side. It sounded like the piano melody for that Twilight movie. “My Love” by Sia.

Blaine rested his head against the doorway as he just listened. It was Kurt who was playing, singing the way that Blaine loved to hear him sing. He sounded wonderful and generally cheery.

Blaine turned the choir room door's handle and peaked his head in as Kurt stopped playing and turned around to look at Blaine, a soft smile at his lips that said he was happy to see him again. Blaine couldn't help but feel the guilt that coursed through his veins with what had just happened on the stage. He didn't even know if he should tell Kurt or not. He thought it'd be wise not to say anything for now.

“Ready for some coffee?” Blaine asked as he walked over to Kurt, wishing he could just hold Kurt for the time being.

Kurt's smile widened slightly as he nodded his head, getting up from the piano bench. He walked over to the seat he had been sitting in during Glee Club that had his messenger bag, coat, scarf, and gloves on and slid on his new plaid coat and on his solid red scarf. He followed Blaine out the door and got in his car, meeting Blaine at Lima Bean as they always did.

When the two met there, they got in line as Blaine ordered for Kurt, paying for everything including the relatively large chocolate chip cookie. They sat down at their usual table and drank their coffee in silence.

Kurt thought for a moment, glancing up to survey Blaine. “Blaine? Is everything okay?” Kurt asked as he put out his hand and placed it softly on top of Blaine's.

Blaine seemed somewhat startled by the sudden connection as he looked up at Kurt and shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah. Sure, why?” he asked.

Kurt shook his head and shrugged his shoulders in response. “I don't know...you just seem somewhat...paranoid and quiet,” Kurt pointed out.

Blaine scoffed. “I'm fine, sweetheart,” he assured Kurt as he flipped his hand over so that he could wrap his hand around Kurt's, squeezing it lightly for reassurance.

Kurt nodded his head, believing and trusting what Blaine was saying even if a feeling in his gut screamed that something had happened and Blaine wasn’t telling him. But he didn't want to pressure him. It could just be something Blaine doesn't want to talk about. Kurt understood how things can get that way at times. He definitely had those moments where he just wanted to be left alone about whatever had happened.

Kurt just smiled and nodded once again as they shared the over-sized chocolate chip cookie in silence.

When they finished up their coffees, they put their coats, gloves, and scarves back on, walking out of the coffee shop hand-in-hand.

When they got to Kurt's car, Blaine just wrapped his arms around Kurt, holding him close. Kurt smiled and buried his red-tipped nose in Blaine's neck. “What's this for?” Kurt's muffled voice asked.

Blaine chuckled and held his boyfriend closer. “I love you...Kurt, don't ever forget that. No matter what happens, I love you,” spoke Blaine.

Blaine smiled and pressed his lips to where his neck connected with Blaine's jaw, sending a shiver rippling through Blaine. He felt so stressed right now. “Come home with me,” Blaine then said, his voice a husky whisper.

Kurt was startled when Blaine said he loved him. He wasn't expecting to hear that for a while now. So as a response, he kissed where Blaine's neck connected with his Jaw. He felt Blaine shiver beneath him. He then froze when he heard Blaine beg to take him home. He smiled and pulled back slightly so that he could look at Blaine and Blaine could look at him.

“Of course.”

As soon as Kurt entered Blaine's apartment, Blaine slammed his door shut and pushed Kurt against the nearest wall, hurrying to shred Kurt's scarf, coat, and gloves off as his lips traced Kurt's jaw. The two kicked their boots off soon enough as Kurt's head tilted back for better access, his head hitting the wall he was pushed up against with a heavy but harmless thud. A moan erupted and he helped Blaine out of his coat, scarf, and gloves next. A pile of their winter articles sat around them as Blaine grabbed Kurt's hands and pulled him into his bedroom, his lips sucking Kurt's bottom lip followed by playful nibbling.

Kurt was already hard, a million sequences of what could happen going through his mind. He let out a moan that sounded as if he was begging to be touched more by Blaine.

Blaine unzipped Kurt's sweater and threw it to the floor as he pushed Kurt onto the bed. Kurt felt the edge of the bed press against the back of his knees, causing his knees to bend and him to sit down as Blaine continued to take off Kurt's clothes.

Kurt, in response, pulled Blaine's winter green vest over top of his head as Blaine threw up his hands, Kurt disconnecting their lips for a brief second so that he could get the vest up over Blaine's head and throw it to the floor, adding more clothes to the pile. Kurt was becoming painfully hard as he put his lips back on Blaine's and Blaine put his hands to Kurt's hips. He needed Blaine to touch him soon.

Blaine felt his pants become uncomfortably tight as he was now pulling Kurt's unbuttoned dress shirt off. When Kurt had become fully shirtless, he put his hands to Kurt's milky white chest, touching every inch possible. The touch of Blaine's fingertips sent Kurt shivering, blood rushing more and more south by the second.

Blaine's hands finally cupped Kurt's hard-on, causing Kurt to take in a sharp breath that sounded almost like a hiss. He slowly messaged there as his lips moved down to sucking a new hickey into the right side of Kurt's neck. Blaine's free hand undid Kurt's belt and pulled it out from its loops to add it to the pile of clothes. He then pulled his hand away, causing a whine to erupt for Kurt's throat. “Don't...don't st-”

“Shh...” Blaine whispered as he unzipped Kurt's pants and slid them down so that Kurt was left in his boxers.

Kurt's chest was rising and falling quickly as Blaine urged him back so that he was laying down. Blaine scooted him up so that his body was fully on the mattress, Kurt's length dying for any type of friction.

Kurt had to admit, he was impressed this evening. It had been a while since they did anything sexual. And when they did do anything sexual, it was quick and not fully romantic, even though it was just enough to send Kurt smiling for the rest of the weekend. So to Kurt, this was really romantic. But then again, the most sexual they they had ever gotten was grinding into each other.

Kurt felt the impact of the cold air around them when Blaine tugged Kurt's boxers off of his legs. Kurt opened his eyes and found Blaine just in his boxers. Blaine was looking at Kurt all over. Suddenly, Kurt's cheeks burned as he suddenly felt embarrassed. Did he look good enough for Blaine. "You are so beautiful," Blaine whispered. It was all Kurt needed to relax. Blaine soon caught Kurt's eyes as if searching for something. “What do you want me to do, baby?” he asked in almost a whisper.

Kurt whimpered. “Touch me, Blaine. I want you to touch me,” he whined.

In no time, his eyes fluttered shut again when he felt Blaine's hands wrap around Kurt's hardened length. He let out a long and low moan.

“You're so sexy when you moan,” spoke Blaine as he moved up to nibbling on Kurt's earlobe. “I want you so bad,” he then whispered.

Kurt's heart pounded with somewhat panic. Blaine felt Kurt tense beneath him and immediately knew why. “Shh...relax, sweetheart,” he cooed.