Blaine did return at closing. Kurt smiled when he saw him approach. It was nice to have Blaine back in his life. Kurt had to admit that having Blaine around felt...right, somehow. As adolescent as it sounded, with Blaine being his first real ever crush and all, Kurt could picture his life this way - seeing Blaine at the beginning and end of every day, meeting together to walk home, shooting the shit about school or work, enjoying the endless mind-numbing minutiae that couples do.

"Hey, beautiful," Blaine greeted him, pulling Kurt into his arms and kissing him on the cheek.

"Hey, yourself," Kurt said, struggling, but not all that hard, to get out of Blaine's grasp. "I'm all dirty!" Kurt squealed in protest, but Blaine held him tighter.

"Then get me dirty," Blaine teased, kissing playfully down Kurt’s cheek and over to his neck, latching on to a spot that Blaine knew was especially ticklish.

Kurt squealed louder, pushing with all his might as he broke into a fit of laughter.

"Stop!" Kurt screeched through chuckles as he fought to breathe. "Please, stop! Blaaaaiiiinnnneeee!!!"

"Hey! No making out in the garage!" Burt yelled. Blaine let go of Kurt and Kurt shot away from Blaine, utterly mortified. Burt looked stern for all of five seconds, but then he aimed a half smile at Blaine.

"Nice to see you back, Blaine," Burt commented, raising a hand in greeting.

"Good to be back, sir," Blaine said, nodding at Kurt’s father.

A tense silence followed those words. Kurt stared down at his hands, wiping them frantically on a rag as if he could not get them clean enough. Blaine suddenly found his shoes fairly interesting. Burt watched them both fidget, and then awkwardly cleared his throat.

"Uh, Kurt, I'm going to go ahead and lock up here. Why don't you and Blaine head out?"

Kurt smiled up at his dad, face still flushed from his laughing fit.

"Thanks, dad!"

Kurt tossed the rag aside and grabbed Blaine's hand, pulling him out the bay door with the sound of Burt's hushed chuckle following them.

Blaine pulled Kurt towards his car, but Kurt tugged Blaine in the opposite direction.

"Walk with me?" Kurt asked sweetly, his accompanying smile coy.

Blaine kissed Kurt's hand, and then made a sweeping gesture toward the road.

"Lead the way."

Kurt led Blaine down the sidewalk to the main road. He sighed, taking in a deep breath of cool, twilight air.

"God, it's so good to be out of that place and just walk around," Kurt said. Blaine watched Kurt's face as they walked, his hair backlit by the setting sun, captivated by his pale, glowing skin and his prismatic blue eyes.

"So, how are things at the shop going?" Blaine asked. It was kind of a deceptive question. Blaine had tried to do everything he could think of to help promote Kurt's dad's shop. He had spoken to teachers at the school, other students, even other crews at the races, trying to convince them all to throw business Kurt's way. He had palmed a whole stack of business cards off the counter and handed them out to everyone he came across. It got to the point that people had started avoiding him. Still, he was curious to see if his plan had paid off.

"It's good, actually," Kurt admitted, his face lighting up as he spoke. "Do you know who came in right after you guys? Ms. Janney, the calculus teacher. She even had one of our business cards. I've never even seen her at the shop before."

Blaine looked down quickly and bit his lip to suppress a chuckle.

Blaine lifted his head when he noticed Kurt leading them off the main road onto a side street. They walked hand in hand down a narrow alley behind some houses, a large portion of which was shielded by overhanging trees. The trees were beautiful, but the houses looked run down and old - probably original to this area of town.

Kurt walked Blaine over to an area of wall under the canopy of a tree whose branches reached almost completely to the ground. Blaine raised a questioning eyebrow, but his hazel eyes turned dark, melting into a sultry liquid gold as he watched Kurt back himself up to the wall, dragging Blaine with him. Kurt took Blaine’s arms and wrapped them around his waist, and the while looking into his eyes.

"I drove by this place by accident when I first got here," Kurt explained, his voice an almost reverent whisper. "I thought it looked kind of peaceful and private."

"I suppose it is," Blaine agreed. He leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together, staring almost solely at Kurt's perfect lips. "But why are we here?"

Kurt chewed on the inside of his cheek, giving some thought to his answer.

"Because I thought...I thought I might ask you for that kiss."

Blaine took in a sharp, broken breath. All he wanted to do was kiss this boy...well, that wasn't exactly true.

Blaine wanted to woo him, romance him.

Blaine wanted to make Kurt fall in love with him.

Blaine could kiss him now; he could completely dominate Kurt’s lips with his own, kiss him until he couldn't breathe. But if anyone deserved a special moment, it was Kurt.

"Not here, Kurt," Blaine whispered with a hint of regret.

Kurt’s brow furrowed with confusion and hurt.

"Why not?"

Blaine smiled at the petulant sound on offense in Kurt’s tone.

"Because, don't you want it to be more special than this?" Blaine asked.

"What do you mean more special?" Kurt almost whined. "What could be more special than being here with you?"

Blaine whimpered at the innocent sound of want in Kurt's voice, but Blaine stayed strong.

"I want your first kiss to be...more romantic than up against a wall in an old, dirty alleyway."

"First of all" - Kurt pulled Blaine closer and leaned in to his ear. His breath tickled Blaine's neck, shooting tremors straight down his spine - "I'm not sure it would actually count as a first kiss since I can't seem to keep your mouth off of me."

Blaine laughed louder than he meant to at that, ducking his face from view.

"Second,” Kurt continued, “I chose this place, so doesn't that mean that I think it’s romantic?"

Blaine felt his resolve slipping, but he stood firm, stepping back and putting an inch of distance between them.

"Trust me, Kurt…" Blaine almost moaned as Kurt slipped his hands beneath Blaine’s jacket and started running his nails up and down his back, "you don't want it like this."

"I want you..." Kurt whispered, his eyes traveling down to Blaine’s mouth.

Another slip. Blaine wasn't sure there was much more resolve left to hold on to.

He straightened up slightly.

"I'm sorry, Kurt," Blaine said. His voice went a fraction higher and he winced. "You can't change my mind."

"Really?" Kurt asked smoothly, pulling Blaine back toward him, closing that inch of space up again. The change in Kurt's voice startled Blaine. It was deeper, sultry...where had that voice been hiding? "Not even if I do this?"

Blaine felt Kurt’s lips brush against his neck.

This time Blaine did moan.

Kurt smiled, that delicious sound from Blaine's lips making him bolder. Kurt pressed his lips against Blaine's neck again, more insistently this time.

"No," Blaine said, praying that he could act stronger than he truly was. "Not even..."

Kurt sucked hesitantly, tracing over the area lightly with the tip of his tongue. A shock shot straight to Blaine's groin. When Blaine felt the tip of Kurt's tongue paint a wet stripe up his neck to his earlobe, his knees nearly buckled. Blaine put his hands on the wall, one on each side of Kurt's head to ground him, but mostly to keep from dropping to his knees, taking Kurt's cock into his mouth, and worshipping him with his tongue.

He couldn’t help it. Neck kisses happened to be Blaine’s biggest weakness.

"That's not fair, Hummel," Blaine groaned, trying to pull away, but Kurt followed the movement and kept his lips securely fastened to Blaine's neck. "Ugh, you're going to kill me!"

"Consider it payback," Kurt said with a devious grin. "You do the same thing to me all the time. Not so fun, is it?"

"On the contrary." Blaine pulled Kurt against his body, holding possessively to the small of his back and then pressing Kurt back into the wall. Kurt could feel Blaine's erection press against his thigh, and he gasped. "I'm having an amazing time."

Feeling Blaine - all of Blaine - press against him lit something under his skin and in his blood. The sudden urge to let this stunning boy lay him down and have his way with him became overwhelming.

"So, how about that kiss?" Blaine whispered. Blaine's lips hovered mere inches from Kurt's mouth, the warmth of his breath ghosting over Kurt’s skin.

Kurt nodded, having lost the capacity for speech. Blaine shook his head, rubbing the tip of his nose against Kurt's nose, Kurt's lips trying to catch Blaine's as he moved just out of reach.

"Nu-uh-uh..." Blaine taunted him cruelly. "Ask me."

"Please," Kurt spoke noiselessly around the lump in his throat, "kiss me."

Blaine smiled, his lips brushing softly along Kurt's. Kurt held completely still, waiting to be kissed.

"Ask me again," Blaine whispered.

Kurt's eyelids fluttered closed, his eyelashes fanning out against his cheeks. Kurt took a deep steadying breath, the closeness of Blaine's lips maddening, especially since every time Kurt tried to claim them, Blaine would pull away.

"Blaine..." The needy sound in Kurt's breathless voice almost broke Blaine, but he waited. "Blaine, please kiss me. I...I need you to kiss me. I..."

There were no more words, nothing else spoken. Blaine's fingers threaded into Kurt's hair, his fingertips massaging his skin. Blaine captured Kurt's lips - only the hint of a touch at first. The smooth slide of Blaine's tongue as it brushed across Kurt's parted lips caused Kurt to inhale quickly, and immediately he was surrounded by everything that was Blaine. His mind flooded with a hundred thoughts, sounds, and images at once. The smell of Blaine's leather jacket brought to mind the first time they met. It reminded him of leaning over the seats of Blaine's Mustang, surrounded by that scent that would always remind Kurt of Blaine.

Blaine's tongue brushed against Kurt's, barely a touch, more like a taste. Kurt's mouth filled with the flavor of peppermint and coffee. Kurt wondered - if he kissed Blaine every morning before they left for work, is this what he would taste like?

All around Kurt was warmth, from the kneading touch of Blaine's fingers in his hair, to where Blaine's chest had Kurt secured against the wall, down to the hard length pressing into Kurt's thigh, all threatening to ignite him from the inside. He slipped for a moment into his daydreams, where he and Blaine make out in the front seat of Blaine's Mustang, or the one where they lie on the couch, lazily sharing kisses while watching Moulin Rouge, or his favorite one where they drive to the desert, surrender all sense of modesty, and make love on the rock face under the stars.

In his head, Kurt lived a thousand kisses - each one sweet and tender, soft and loving, with a breath of leather and a hint of peppermint - and every single one of them with Blaine.

For however long the kiss lasted, it was over too soon.

Blaine pulled away, breaking their kiss, and Kurt had to remember how to breathe without him.

Kurt opened his eyes to see Blaine looking back at him, his cheeks flushed, his eyes returning to that heavenly hazel color Kurt had fallen desperately in love with.

"That was..." Blaine started, pausing to catch his breath.

"Perfect?" Kurt finished timidly, hoping to whatever spaghetti monster in the sky that Blaine thought so, too.

Blaine nodded and fell back into Kurt's arms. Kurt held him, hugging him tight. Kurt held him until the shadows outside the line of the tree began to fade and the temperature started to drop.

Blaine held Kurt until the street lamps flickered on and the doors of the houses around them locked for the night.

"I feel like I should thank you," Kurt said, nuzzling into Blaine's neck, trying to catch more of his scent while he sought out a haven from the cold.

"For what?" Blaine asked as he took off his jacket and wrapped it around Kurt's shoulders. Kurt let go of Blaine for only a moment to let Blaine take care of him.

"For giving that to me," Kurt answered, sighing into the warmth of the jacket that surrounded him.

"Then, I should thank you for asking me," Blaine said, leaning in to kiss Kurt again, chastely against his lips, the only part of him that hadn't gotten cold yet.

"Was there ever any doubt?" Kurt asked, blushing as he always did where Blaine was concerned. "That kiss belonged to you from the moment we met."

Blaine slipped his hand into Kurt's and brought it to his lips, kissing it gently.

"I had always hoped so," Blaine whispered over his knuckles, more for himself than for Kurt.

Blaine's eyes flashed up to meet Kurt's. Kurt thought he saw something unhappy shimmering deep within them, but it disappeared before Kurt could catch it. Blaine smiled and tugged a protesting Kurt off of the wall.

"Come on," Blaine urged, pulling harder until Kurt came stumbling forward with a groan, "time to return to the real world before we freeze."

"We could always keep kissing to keep warm," Kurt argued.

"Maybe," Blaine said with a smirk. "We'd still die eventually."

"Yeah," Kurt agreed, cuddling closer as they walked, holding tight to Blaine's hand, "but if you know a better way to go, then show it to me."

Blaine grimaced.

"Ugh!" he groaned as he folded over dramatically. "You're killing me, beautiful! You're...you're killing me!"