Kurt wakes up disoriented, a blue light shining brightly in the room. That damn TV. But wait, that's Blaine's TV, which means this is Blaine's room. The events from last night flood back to him: having supper here, not just him, but his whole family. His dad and Mr. Anderson talking football, with hearty laughter and animated gestures. Carole and Mrs. Anderson discussing something or other they saw on the Home Shopping Network, their volume rising as the wine in their glasses diminished. Blaine resting his hand on Kurt's knee as they ate, his face in a permanent state of awe as he watched his parents bond with his boyfriends'. Then there was Finn, not totally sure what was going on, but enjoying the expertly cooked meal.

It might have taken two months, but Kurt always knew Blaine's parents would come around. It was obvious they weren't totally comfortable with the situation yet, but they were trying. Hell, they let Kurt sleep over tonight, which is more than his dad's ever done (Blaine's parents didn't need to know that). Kurt and Blaine had to swear they'd be good before Burt signed off on the idea, and they had been. They cuddled up on Blaine's bed, put on Pillow Talk, and fell asleep before the movie was over.

Kurt smiled to himself and pulled Blaine in closer, dotting the back of his neck with kisses. It didn't take long for the boy to start stirring.

"Mmm… morning." He rolled over and greeted Kurt with a kiss. "I could get used to waking up next to you."

Kurt beams and moves in again, catching Blaine off guard. He rolls Blaine onto his back and straddles his waist, keeping their lips apart for the smallest amount of time before he's kissing him again.

"What's this for?" Blaine asks when Kurt starts sucking on his neck.

"I need a reason?" He replies, his hands blindly reaching for the hem of Blaine's shirt. Once he finds it, he gets it over his head and tosses it to the floor. They've only done this a few times, and he can feel Blaine tense under his hands. Kurt slows the pace, working his mouth back to Blaine's. He kisses him lightly, waiting for Blaine to intensify it, then pulls back as soon as he does. He loves the way it drives Blaine crazy, and it's working especially well tonight.

Blaine tears at Kurt's shirt, and with a bit of a struggle, manages to get it off him. He runs his hands up Kurt's chest, taking him in through dark eyes. Kurt kisses him in earnest. It's messy and their noses are getting caught and their teeth clack, but Kurt's too turned on to care, and by the feel of it, so is Blaine.

Normally, this is the part where they'd separate with red faces and guilty smiles, mumbling something about getting carried away. Kurt can't count the number of times Blaine's left his house with his jacket bundled up in his lap, checking around each corner for Burt before dashing out the door. Kurt wouldn't fare much better, retreating to the shower after every date- surely the family was getting suspicious.

So why couldn't they just help each other out, so to speak? He's ready to take the next step, surely Blaine is too. Kurt slides his hand down Blaine's torso, watching in awe as he slips it under his jeans. Blaine gasps, closes his eyes, and arches up into Kurt's hand. It's the most amazing feeling ever. Blaine's eyes are closed, and when Kurt moves his fingers just right, his lips part just slightly and a low, short groan escapes. It's the most amazing sound Kurt's ever heard, and knowing it's just for him causes a tightening sensation in his stomach.

Kurt's just getting confident, finding a good rhythm and pressure, when Blaine's hand darts up, grabbing his wrist.

"Wait, Kurt," he says urgently. He darts into a sitting position, nearly knocking Kurt off the bed. "This isn't right."

"What?" Kurt squeaks, withdrawing his hand as though electrocuted.

"I just… we wanted to take things slow, right?"

Kurt crawls off Blaine, curling up into himself, ashamed. "But we're both ready for it. I thought that… don't you want me?"

Blaine looks genuinely hurt by the question. He shifts his position so he's sitting behind Kurt, his legs spread so his boyfriend can lean up against his chest. "Of course I do. But we discussed waiting until the time is right, and forming a deep, intellectual connection before we brought sex into the equation. Unless you've changed your mind."

"I haven't," Kurt concedes, wondering how on earth he ended up with the one logical and diplomatic teenage boy on earth. "I guess I just got caught up. I'm sorry."

Blaine wraps his arms around Kurt, and it's a bit awkward because they're both still rock hard, but it passes eventually and they settle under the sheets and go back to sleep.