Thursday was the first day Blaine had spent without seeing Kurt since the day they had first met. It was extremely hard on him for some reason. He felt kind of stupid to admit it, but he missed Kurt. He had known the guy for four days and he missed him. How was that even possible?

He missed looking at Kurt, and touching him, and kissing him. He missed his scent, the way his hair seemed to always be perfect, the way he got butterflies swirling around his stomach when their eyes met.

Why are you acting so weird? You just met the guy. You shouldn't feel this attached yet. Blaine's brain told him even though his heart said otherwise.

Blaine spent the entire day lost in daydreams and memories. He thought about the next time he would see Kurt and how he knew he wouldn't be able to hold back kissing him right away. He imagined the pink that would stain Kurt's cheeks and he imagined kissing the porcelain of Kurt's shoulder like he had wanted to last time they touched, but had been too afraid to. He remembered what it was like waking up with Kurt, the smell of him heavy around him. He remembered what it was like when Kurt pushed him down in his own bed to kiss him.

"Blaine? Are you even listening to me?" Blaine snapped his head up to look at his coworker, who had obviously been talking to him for a while and he hadn't heard a thing.

"Sorry, Santana, I was just... lost in thought." Blaine started to get distracted again.

"Alright, Anderson, who's the guy?"

"W-what?" Blaine was startled; he had never told Santana he was gay. She was relatively new at the bar and he didn't really shout his sexuality out for the entire world to know.

"Who's the guy that's keeping you from hearing everything I say?" She smirked.

"H-how did you-"

"Oh please! My gay-dar set off the second I looked at you," she rolled her eyes at him, "So, who's the guy?"

"Uhh..." Blaine felt strange opening up to Santana, after all he had just started working with her, "his name's Kurt. We just started seeing eachoth-"

"Wait-wait-wait," she interrupted, "Kurt? You're not talking about Kurt Hummel are you?"

"Y-yeah," Blaine was shocked, "You know Kurt?"

Santana started laughing then, "Know him? I've known him for like eight years. He's like my brother. I even lived with him and Berry for a while."

"Oh," Blaine was stunned, "I had no idea. Wow..."

"And with that being said," Santana was serious now, "If you break Kurt's heart I will not be afraid to go all Lima heights on you."

"I-I won't," he was still in shock that Santana knew Kurt, "I promise I won't."

"You better keep that promise, Hobbit." Santana winked at him and then went off to deliver a tray of drinks to a table of rowdy looking girls.

Blaine couldn't believe that Santana, of all people, knew Kurt and had known Kurt for years. It really was a small world after all. Blaine smiled to himself. He looked up to see a blonde girl sitting down at a stool.

"What can I get for you?" He asked her.

"Where's Santana?" was her response.

"She's over there," Blaine motioned his hand in the direction of the table Santana was still at, "Can I help you with anything?"

"Oh, no, I'll just wait for her," she smiled, "I'm Brittany, by the way."

"It's nice to meet you, Brittany. I'm Blaine." Blaine reached out to shake her hand.

"Hey, Brit!" Santana was coming back over, she came up to Brittany and kissed her hard on the lips, which surprised Blaine, "Have you met Blaine? He's Kurt's new boyfriend."

"Wait," Blaine looked at Brittany, "You know Kurt too?"

"I was his first kiss back in high school," Brittany pretended to look wistful at the memory, "Ahh, the good ol' days."

"Oh, shut up, Brit." Santana elbowed her in the side rolling her eyes again.

"You kissed Kurt?" Blaine looked surprised.

"Sweet porcelain," she whispered, "He wasn't really into it, kept asking what boys lips taste like."

Blaine laughed, "What did you tell him?"

"Dip... and my armpits." She said nonchalantly.

"W-what?!" Blaine was bent over laughing now. It was clear that Brittany wasn't the brightest crayon in the box.

"Yepp. Then his dad came downstairs looking all confused, and told us to use protection if things got to serious. Awkward."

Blaine had tears in his eyes from laughter at this point. The image of a young Kurt trying to find himself by making out with a girl was just ridiculous to him.

"Alright, you, enough stories, we'll have time for that tonight when we're with everyone." Santana stopped Brittany from continuing her story.

"Everyone?" Blaine asked looking between the two girls.

"Yeah," Brittany said, "The New Directions are all meeting up at our place tonight. We haven't had a reunion for a while. Are you coming?"

"Uh," Blaine felt strange at this question, "N-no. Kurt didn't invite me..."

"That idiot," Santana rolled her eyes again, "He was probably scared of all the old embarrassing stories that would get brought up and didn't want to scare away his new boyfriend. Want to come?"

Blaine felt a shiver down his spine at the word 'boyfriend' and smiled at her, "I probably shouldn't; I wouldn't want to make Kurt uncomfortable."

"All the more reason to come," Santana said excitedly, "I love to see Hummel squirm."

"I really don't think-"

"You're coming, Blaine." She said matter of factly, "You don't get to decide. Kurt will be happy to see you, I'm sure. I'll just text him to tell him I invited one of my coworkers."

Santana got out her phone and shot off a text to Kurt and a few other old members of the New Directions. Blaine sighed in defeat.

After stopping at Blaine's apartment so he could change out of his work clothes, they headed over to Santana and Brittany's place where the reunion was being held. It wasn't too far from Kurt's apartment, Blaine noticed, but it was quite a bit larger.

"Are you sure it's okay that I'm here?" Blaine asked nervously a few minutes before people were supposed to be arriving.

"Would you let loose a little, Anderson," Santana huffed, "This is my home, my party, and I invited you. Calm down."

"I know," Blaine sighed, "It just feels weird surprising Kurt like this..."

At that precise moment there was a knock on the door. Brittany squealed and ran to open it. It wasn't Kurt or even Rachel though. Standing in the doorway was a small Asian girl and what Blaine assumed to be her boyfriend (who was also Asian).

"Tina!! Mike!!!" Brittany flung herself at both of them squeezing them hard.

"Okay, let them breathe," Santana came over with a huge smile on her face, "It's so good to see you guys! Come on in, you're the first ones here!"

Tina and Mike walked in and took off their jackets. Blaine wasn't sure what to say to them. He was so nervous meeting these people who had known Kurt for years. What would they think of him? Would they approve? Blaine didn't have much time to question it because Tina was walking towards him.

"Hi," She smiled up at him, "I'm Tina. Who are you?"

"I-I'm Blaine," Blaine shook her hand, "I work with Santana, she invited me."

"It's nice to meet you, Blaine."

"That's not the only reason he's here," Santana had come over and bumped her hip against Blaine's, "He's Kurt's boyfriend. I just found out today. Kurt doesn't know he's here, so we're surprising him."

Blaine felt himself blushing, "Uh, yeah."

Tina's face brightened noticeably, "Kurt didn't tell me he had a new boyfriend!"

"We've only been dating for four days..." Blaine acknowledged, "Santana practically forced me to come here tonight, I don't know how Kurt's going to feel about it..."

"That's Santana for you, always forcing people out of their comfort zones." Tina was still smiling at Blaine.

At that moment there was another knock at the door, and Blaine's stomach filled with butterflies. Once again, though, it wasn't Kurt. This time it was a tall, slightly awkward guy and a shorter, tougher looking man. Tina ran to them.

"Finn! Puck!" She hugged them each and then Brittany, Santana and Mike were doing the same.

Blaine stood back, feeling out of place. He felt like Kurt had mentioned Finn before, but he couldn't remember the context. He had probably been lost in daydreams of kissing Kurt at the time, though now he wished he hadn't.

"Who's this guy?" Puck asked motioning to Blaine.

"That's Blaine," she began to explain, but there was another knock on the door.

"Quinn! Sam! Artie!" someone shouted, Blaine didn't know who anymore.

The one he figured to be Quinn was a beautiful blonde girl who Blaine noticed was dressed extremely well. Sam was also blonde and was currently hugging Tina. Artie was in a wheel chair and wearing a dorky sweater-vest. There was another knock at the door, and Blaine was wondering why they didn't just leave the door open until everyone arrived when Santana opened the door and Rachel and Kurt were standing behind it.

Blaine's stomach swooped grandly and his butterflies were worse than ever. Kurt hadn't seen him yet because as soon as the door opened he and Rachel were surrounded.

"Okay! Okay! Everyone back the hell off! This is Marc Jacobs!" Blaine heard Kurt yell through the mass of people.

Everyone dispersed a little bit and that's when Kurt spotted Blaine who had his hands in his pockets and was feeling and probably looking extremely uncomfortable.

"Blaine?" Kurt looked confused and shocked to see him.

"I invited him," Santana cut in, "He was daydreaming more than acceptable at work today so I asked him who he was thinking about. He said he was dating a guy named Kurt, and when I found out it was you I forced him to come tonight just to see that look on your face, and it was so worth it."

"Santana! You can't just force people to do whatever you want." Kurt looked a little annoyed.

"I, uh, I can leave... if that's what you want." Blaine said quietly.

"No! Of course not, Blaine!" Kurt walked over to him and took his hand, "I've just been trying to teach Santana some manners for years, but she refuses to learn."

"Hey, everyone!" Santana yelled, "This short little hobbit guy here is my coworker, Blaine. He's also Kurt's boyfriend. Be nice to him, he's pretty cool. Oh and when story time comes around, let's try not to embarrass Kurt too much."

"Santana, we're not really having story time later are we?" Kurt groaned.

"Of course we are, Hummel." She winked before walking off to talk to some other people.

"Well I'm fucked then." Kurt sighed then looked up to catch Blaine staring at his lips and cleared his throat loudly.

Blaine's eyes shot back up to Kurt's and he smiled, "I'm sure there's nothing too embarrassing."

"Oh, yeah, sure! You'll see." Kurt scoffed pulling Blaine off to talk with his friends.

"Game time!" Santana called out above everyone's chatter.

Everyone had just been mingling and catching up on everyone else's lives up until now, and Blaine had met just about everyone. He felt less nervous now, which was good, and he was still holding Kurt's hand, which felt wonderful.

"What are we going to play?" He asked Kurt smiling.

"Okay, guys," Santana was talking again, "Should we play Spin the Bottle or Truth or Dare first?"

"Aren't we a little old for those, Santana?" Kurt reminded her, but he sounded a little worried.

"Oh, come on, Hummel," Santana rolled her eyes, "Don't be a prude."

Kurt looked over at Blaine, "You don't have to play if you don't want to."

"Oh, it's fine," Blaine smiled back, "I actually really like playing."

"Everyone get in a circle!" Santana shouted above them, standing on her coffee table.

Everyone did as told and then Puck started handing out the beer he had brought. Kurt didn't take one, but Blaine decided if he was going to be able to play these games he probably needed some alcohol in him.

"Truth or Dare first," Santana said climbing off the table, "I'll start... Blaine!"

Kurt groaned next to Blaine and let his face fall into his hands, but Blaine didn't mind being picked on, "Uhh I guess Dare."

"I dare you to make out with Hummel for two minutes." She smirked.

"Really, Santana?" Blaine chuckled, "That will be no problem whatsoever."

Blaine turned to Kurt who was already next to him and looked into the blue pools in his eyes. They were so beautiful. Kurt was so beautiful.

"Go!" Santana started her timer.

Without another thought Blaine slammed his lips into Kurt's, sliding them along effortlessly. He slid one of his hands to the back of Kurt's neck to pull him in closer before tracing his tongue along the seam of Kurt's lips. Kurt opened his mouth letting Blaine deepen the kiss.

Blaine was faintly aware of the many wolf-whistles that were being thrown at them, but he didn't care. Kurt tasted and felt so good. Blaine was almost positive that kissing Kurt Hummel was the best feeling in the world.

"Time!" Santana yelled, and Blaine pulled away from Kurt reluctantly, "Wanky boys, just wanky."

"Shut up, Santana." Kurt's face was tomato red and he was still breathing pretty heavily.

"Blaine gets to pick on someone now." Santana smirked.

"Uhh, I don't really know anyone..." Blaine shrugged a little.

"You can pick me, if you want," Kurt spoke up.

"O-okay, uh, Kurt then."

"Truth." Kurt said and got a round of booing to which he laughed.

"Hmm... uh how many people in this room have you kissed at one time or another?" Blaine asked a little curious.

"Let's see, well, Brittany was the first, then Rachel for a show, uh," Kurt looked a little nervous, "During different games of Spin the Bottle over the years there was, Quinn, Sam, Tina, Mike, Artie, Puck, Santana, and then there's you of course."

"You've kissed everyone in this room except Finn?" Blaine looked a little shocked; he was surrounded by people who knew what it was like to kiss Kurt.

"Can't kiss Finn, he's my brother," Kurt made a gaging noise.

"Wow." Blaine laughed, "Okay your turn."

"I choose..." Kurt paused a moment looking around the circle, "Rachel."

"Dammit, Kurt! I knew it! Dare..."

"I dare you to kiss the most attractive person in the room." Kurt spoke after a moment of thought.

Blaine watched as if in slow motion as Rachel who was on the other side of him, moved in on him to kiss him. He didn't know what was happening until he felt Rachel's lips on his. His eyes flew open in shock and he gently pushed her away.

The room around them was silent. Everyone was staring at Rachel with shocked looks on their faces.

"Rachel," Kurt looked affronted, "You did not just kiss my boyfriend!"

"You told me to kiss the most attractive person in the room! What was I supposed to do?" Rachel argued.

"You were supposed to kiss someone who is not my boyfriend!" Kurt looked a little angry now.

"If it was Spin the Bottle you wouldn't have cared..." Rachel told him.

"Spin the Bottle relies on fate," Kurt retorted, "That was a choice."

"Alright, alright, guys," Santana cut them off, "Enough bickering. Rachel's turn."

"I pick Santana, since it was your idea to play in the first place."

"Dare." Santana didn't even take time to think about it.

"I dare you to drink every time someone says 'dare'." Rachel smirked.

"Fine, Berry, no problem." Santana opened a new bottle of beer, having just finished her last one, "I pick Blaine."

"Oh my God. Not again, Santana." Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Dare." Blaine watched as Santana had to take a sip of her drink.

"Well played, Anderson," she acknowledged, "I dare you to give Hummel a lap dance."

Blaine's eyes shot wide open, his eyebrows up by his hairline, "W-what?"

"Come on, Blaine," Kurt was standing up looking angry and tugging at Blaine's hand, "We're leaving."

"I- uh... Okay." Blaine stood up and Kurt pulled him towards the door only stopping to grab his jacket.

"It was nice to meet you all." Blaine said as he was being ushered out the door.

Kurt shut the door behind them and put his jacket on. Blaine didn't know what to say to him so they walked in silence for a while. When Blaine finally looked up at Kurt he saw that there were tears in his eyes.

"Kurt, please don't be sad, I'm-"

"I'm not sad, I'm angry." Kurt interrupted.

Blaine felt his heart beat a little faster, "I'm so sorry, Kurt. I shouldn't have come tonight..."

Kurt looked at Blaine then, "Blaine, I'm not angry with you. It's them I'm upset with. They refuse to act like adults. That's why I didn't invite you... I didn't want you to think less of me because my friends are so immature."

"I could never think less of you, Kurt. You're wonderful." Blaine took Kurt's hand in his.

"Can I stay with you tonight? I don't want to deal with Rachel."

"Of course," Blaine smiled hugely at Kurt, "Do you need anything from your place first?"

"No, I should be fine," Kurt replied, "as long as my boyfriend doesn't mind letting me borrow some pajama pants."

Blaine shivered at the thought of Kurt in his clothes and smiled at Kurt again before pulling him closer and linking their arms as they went out to Blaine's car.

"I keep calling you that," Kurt pointed out, "but we haven't really talked about what we are... if it's too soon to call you that please let me know."

"Oh, no, I love it when you call me your boyfriend." Blaine chuckled a little.

"Shall we watch a movie, or?" Blaine asked as they walked into his apartment.

"I'm actually really tired, but can I take a shower before we go to bed?" Kurt questioned.

"Yeah, yeah, of course," Blaine ran his hand through his hair just now realizing how tired he was too, "You know where everything is, so help yourself. I'm just going to go change and I'll meet you in the bedroom?"

"That sounds rather suggestive, Blaine," Kurt laughed and poked Blaine in his side.

"Oh, jeez, you know what I mean!" and with that Blaine disappeared into his bedroom.

Blaine was lying on his bed reading Harry Potter for about the hundredth time when Kurt appeared in his doorway. Blaine looked up and just about moaned, but lucky for him he caught himself. Kurt was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist and his skin was the color of cream.

"When you're done staring," Kurt smirked at Blaine snapping him back to reality, "I'd love it if you could get me those pajama pants I was promised."

"Yeah, um, sorry. I'll just, yeah." Blaine got up and pulled open the bottom drawer of his dresser tossing Kurt a pair of black sweat pants, "I'll be back, you change."

Blaine walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water which he chugged because his throat had gone extremely dry. Then he hurried back down the hall and knocked on the door.

"Come on in."

Kurt was sitting on Blaine's bed reading his Harry Potter book and he was still shirtless. Blaine let out a groan which made Kurt's eyes snap up to Blaine's.

"Are you trying to torture me?" Blaine whined.

"Not at all," Kurt grinned, "I'm just giving you a taste of your own medicine."

"I see." Blaine plopped down on the bed next to Kurt and then climbed under the covers, "Goodnight, beautiful."

Blaine closed his eyes and tried to remain calm even though there was a half-naked boy in his bed. And he was his boyfriend. Blaine yawned and then opened his eyes again to see Kurt staring down at him a look of disbelief on his face.

"What's wrong?" Blaine propped himself up on his elbow.

"You- you called me 'beautiful'..."

"Tell me about it, stud." Blaine yawned again.

"And now you're quoting Grease at me." Kurt giggled.

"I'm tired and cannot be held accountable for my thoughts tuning into actual words. Now turn off that light and lay down before I say anything else embarrassing."

Kurt reached over and put Harry Potter on the bedside table and then flicked off the light. He laid down next to Blaine.

"Can we, uh, can we cuddle?" Kurt whispered into the darkness.

There was no reply, just Blaine reaching out and pulling Kurt towards him. Kurt's naked chest felt cool against Blaine's callused fingers as he wrapped his arms around Kurt. He let out a sigh of contentment. Kurt nuzzled his face into Blaine's chest and then tangled their legs together.

Blaine was just about to fall asleep when he felt Kurt roll a little bit so that he could look at his face. Blaine opened his eyes sleepily.

"S'wrong?"

"Nothing, baby. I'm just enjoying how warm you are." Kurt pulled Blaine a little closer and began tracing patterns on his chest.

"Mmm," Blaine hummed, "feels good."

"It'd feel better if you took your shirt off..." Kurt mumbled.

Blaine gently pushed Kurt off of him and sat up to pull off his shirt suddenly wide awake. He threw the shirt across the room where it hit the floor with a gentle thud. Then he pulled Kurt back to him and kissed him sloppily, all teeth and tongue.

It felt so good having so much of their bodies touching, like little sparks were dancing all over Blaine's skin. Blaine pressed an open mouthed kiss to Kurt's shoulder, just like he had wanted to the last time they had made out in his bed. Kurt giggled and Blaine pulled away to look at him.

"What?" he smiled, "What's so funny?"

"You're just really adorable... and that tickled a little bit." Kurt admitted.

Blaine poked Kurt in the side and watched as he squirmed, "Just how ticklish are you?"

"I'd rather not say."

Blaine looked at Kurt's stomach, a shade of pale blue-white in the moonlight before he slowly reached out a hand and began to tickle Kurt's sides.

"Oh God, Blaine! No!" Kurt laughed, "Please, no! Oh God!"

"You shouldn't have told me you were ticklish." Blaine grinned still tickling Kurt who was thrashing and trying to get free underneath him.

Underneath him.

Blaine had somehow ended up straddling Kurt while he tickled him and he hadn't even noticed...

"Please, Blaine!" Kurt howled with more laughter, "I... can't... breathe..."

Blaine stopped tickling, and chuckled to himself. Kurt looked so disheveled. His hair was in disarray, his skin was pinker than it was before, and he was staring at Blaine and still trying to catch his breath. Blaine leaned down and pressed a light kiss to Kurt's collarbone before resting his head over his heart, snuggling into Kurt's chest. Blaine noticed Kurt's heart was still beating rather quickly and he was pretty sure it wasn't just from the tickling.

That's when he realized he was still straddling Kurt and began to roll off, "Sorry, I didn't mean to uh..."

"Oh hush, B. I don't care," Kurt rolled his eyes, "I am, however, exhausted. So we should probably go to sleep."

"Yeah," Blaine nuzzled into the crook of Kurt's neck and yawned feeling tired again, "s'probably a good idea."

Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine pulling him closer. Blaine found himself falling asleep extremely quickly feeling so safe and warm in Kurt's arms. He was almost completely unconscious when Kurt whispered...

"Sleep well, Blaine."

"You too, love."