The next day at school, Kurt was bored in study hall. He pulled out his phone, and opened up a new text.

To Blaine: Want to come over after school? My dad won't be home.

To Kurt: Is that a sexual invitation?

To Blaine: ;)

To Kurt: Should I take that as a yes?

To Blaine: Mayyyybe.

To Kurt: Alright. I'll be over right after Glee.

Kurt had an impromptu Cheerio practice, so he and Blaine should be getting done at school around the same time.

It was definitely a sexual invitation. Kurt and Blaine hadn't done anything even remotely sexual, aside from kissing, since they'd gotten together. Sure, they'd only been together for a few days, but Kurt was pretty sure that when you started dating someone, you were supposed to start doing more sexual things with them, not less.

The day dragged on, and by the time Cheerio practice rolled around, Kurt was bored and restless. However much he hated to admit it, he was excited to spend time with Blaine.

As Cheerio practice drew to a close, he was getting more and more excited, little butterflies fluttering around in his stomach. He hadn't felt like this since...Well, he wasn't sure he could even remember the last time he felt like this.

"Hummel!" He heard Santana call from across the field, as he was heading inside to change out of his uniform. He slowed down, and waited for her to catch up with him. She'd skipped Glee rehearsal that day, because Ms. Sylvester had insisted that all Cheerios be at the extra practice, or they were getting cut from the squad.

"Lopez?"

"You've had the biggest cheesy grin on your face almost all day. What's up with you? Are you sick?"

"Do I have to be sick to smile?"

"I dunno." Said Santana. "But I'm pretty sure I've never seen you smile before."

"I-"

"Not a real smile." Santana cut him off. "This is a real smile. So what's goin' on?"

"Nothing."

"Fine. If you don't want to talk to me about it, fine. But, whatever it is, Hummel, I'm happy for you." Santana said, rushing off ahead of him to talk to Quinn.

Kurt felt a small smile grow on his lips. He'd never expect something like that from Santana. It made him wonder if maybe, because he was opening himself up more, even the infinitesimal little bit that it was, people were starting to notice, and maybe it was rubbing off on them, too.

Kurt hurried up and changed and headed home. Once he arrived, he sat down on the couch with the latest copy of Vogue and waited for Blaine to arrive. Not ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door.

He sprang up to answer it, not giving Blaine even a moment to say hello before he was pulling him inside and pinning him to the door, pressing their lips together. He pulled back, and Blaine greeted him with a "Well, hello to you, too."

"Shut up and get upstairs." Kurt whispered in his ear, as he grabbed onto his shirt collar, and lightly pulled him upstairs behind him.

When they reached his room, Kurt kicked the door open, pushing Blaine inside.

"Bed. Get on it." Kurt instructed.

"Kurt, are we not even going to talk-" Blaine began, whilst situating himself on Kurt's bed.

"You have been denying me this for, what, three days now? No. We're not going to talk first. We're not going to do anything first."

"Someone's impatient." Blaine teased.

"Shut up and kiss me, Anderson." Kurt said, crawling into the bed, and situating himself so he was lying on top of his boyfriend. He grabbed Blaine's face between his hands, and pulled him up into an eager kiss, all teeth and tongues.

Blaine moaned softly as Kurt took his bottom lip between his teeth and nibbled on it gently. He then began unbuttoning Kurt's shirt. Once he was finished, he pulled off his own shirt, as Kurt slipped his shirt off his shoulders. Kurt settled back down on top of Blaine, their now bare chests touching, and causing the room to feel ten times hotter than it had before.

Blaine connected his lips to the sensitive skin behind Kurt's ear and began sucking lightly, running his tongue along the tender flesh to sooth it.

Kurt could feel Blaine's half hard cock pressed against his thigh. He resituated himself so their cocks were pressed up against each other, and began grinding his hips down into Blaine.

Blaine moaned against Kurt's skin, arching his back just slightly.

Kurt reached down and began to unbutton his own pants, signaling for Blaine to do the same.

Once they were both entirely naked, Kurt settled himself on top of Blaine once more, and began rocking his hips, their cocks sliding together easily with help from the precome leaking from the tips of both of their cocks.

"Fuck. Blaine." Kurt breathed out as he trailed kisses up and down Blaine's neck.

Kurt wasn't sure why, or exactly what felt different about it, but there was definitely something special about this. Something different than any other time he'd been with Blaine before. Could it simply have been the fact that they were actually in a relationship? Or was it the fact that Kurt was being honest with himself about his feelings for Blaine, and knew that Blaine had feelings for him in return? Kurt didn't know, but he knew that he had a warm feeling in his chest, and he couldn't help but smile against Blaine's neck.

They kept rutting together, switching between kissing each other messily, and taking turns sucking and nibbling on each other's necks.

After a good fifteen minutes, Kurt could feel a familiar heat pooling in his stomach.

"Fuck. Blaine, I'm close."

"Me too." Blaine whispered, taking Kurt's earlobe into his mouth, and sucking on it lightly.

Kurt moaned. "God, Blaine, you're so good."

"Come on, Kurt. Come with me." Blaine said, digging his fingers into Kurt's shoulder blades is he rocked his hips up into Kurt's faster and faster.

Kurt whimpered as he came, Blaine coming not even a second later, their come mixing together on their stomachs in a sticky mess.

Kurt let his head drop onto Blaine's shoulder, trying to catch his breath.

Blaine ran his fingers through Kurt's hair, kissing him gently on the forehead. Kurt felt his heart tighten in his chest at the gesture. He still didn't know what Blaine saw in him, but he was starting to think maybe he'd try to understand, and maybe he'd try to open up to a few other people, too. Maybe someday. But not yet.

He got up and went into his bathroom, he wiped himself off, and then brought a wet cloth back for Blaine to do the same.

As they were getting dressed, they heard the front door open downstairs.

"Sounds like we finished just in time." Blaine said.

"You've given me a blowjob when my dad was home, remember?" Kurt teased.

"Please don't remind me. That was not one of my finer moments."

"I thought it was hot." Kurt said, nonchalantly. "Want to stay and watch a movie?" Kurt asked awkwardly, not used to the whole boyfriend thing yet.

"Actually, Kurt, I've got homework."

"Oh. Okay." Kurt said, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice. Just because he was letting himself be in a relationship didn't mean he had to become one of those clingy boyfriends. He wasn't going to do that. He didn't need Blaine. Not ever. Right?

"No, you know what? Never mind. I've got all night for homework. I want to make this relationship great." Blaine said, noticing Kurt's disappointment, no matter how subtle it had been. "I want you to know that it's okay to open up to people, right? And I can't do that if I can't even take the time to watch a movie with you."

"Are you sure? It's really fine, Blaine. I mean, I have homework, too. I'm sure I could find something better to do than watch a movie with you anyway." Kurt said, getting slightly defensive. He could feel his walls coming back up just a little.

"Hey, no. I'm sure. Can I pick the movie?"

"Sure." Kurt said, gesturing to his DVD's.

Blaine went over and dug threw them, standing up after a minute with a DVD in his hand.

"Kurt Hummel owns The Wizard of Oz?" He asked, smiling.

"It's a classic." Kurt said, snatching the DVD out of Blaine's grasp and putting it in the player.

They sat on Kurt's bed together, up against the headboard. Blaine put his arm around Kurt's shoulder, and Kurt gave in, resting his head on Blaine's shoulder. He sighed, hating how much he loved this. The last person who had just sat with him and held him like this had been his mother. His father was wonderful. He really was. And he was the only person Kurt had loved since his mom died. But he wasn't really a cuddler. He'd hug Kurt, sometimes, but it had been a while even since that had happened, Kurt claiming he was too old to hug his dad.

Now that Kurt thought about it, he'd been closing himself off from his father as well. Not as much as everyone else in his life, and not consciously, but he supposed that it had just become second nature to him.

He felt tears beginning to form in his eyes at the realization, but pushed them away, focusing on the movie.

He reached over to grab Blaine's hand, feeling selfish, and wanting all the physical contact he could get.

By the end of the movie, Kurt was lying down, his head in Blaine's lap, as Blaine stroked his hair gently.

Kurt felt like he should move. Yell at Blaine and tell him to stop making him feel this way. After all, that's what he'd been doing his whole life, wasn't it? But he didn't want to. He didn't want to run from his feelings anymore. He was tired of running.

The movie ended, and Kurt sat up, grabbing the remote, and turning off the TV.

He looked at Blaine, and Blaine looked at him, and he could feel a lump forming in his throat.

He wished he could look at Blaine all day.

He scooted up the bed so he was sitting next to Blaine again, and whispered, almost inaudibly.

"I had a really good time with you today."

Blaine's eyes were bright and shining as he leaned over, kissing Kurt gently on the lips, before pulling back and whispering "Me, too."

"You should...You should probably go." Kurt said. "Since you have...homework and whatever."

Blaine nodded.

"Um, I'll walk you out?" Kurt offered.

"I'd like that."

They walked downstairs, Blaine following just a step behind Kurt.

"Hiya, kiddo. What's for dinner?" Burt asked, as Kurt came down the steps. "Oh. Hey, Blaine."

"Um, hi." Blaine greeted.

"You two doin' homework?" Burt asked.

"No, actually, we were watching a movie." Kurt informed his father.

"Look, Kurt, you've never had a boyfriend before, so I've never had to talk to you about the rules. You can't be takin' him up to your room. At least without tellin' me first, alright?"

"I should go." Blaine mumbled.

"Wait." Kurt said quietly. "Just...give me a minute. I want to talk to you before you go."

"Kurt, don't ignore me." Burt said.

"Got it, dad. Sorry. We were...We were just watching The Wizard of Oz. I didn't know it'd be a big deal."

"It's alright, son. Just let me know next time."

Kurt nodded.

"Nice to see you, Blaine." Burt said.

"You, too. Bye, sir."

"Burt." he corrected.

"Right. Burt. Bye, Burt."

Blaine and Kurt walked out to the front porch.

"Your dad knows?" Blaine asked.

"Yes. I told him last night." Said Kurt.

"I thought we weren't telling anyone."

"We weren't. But he...He heard us fighting. He asked me. And I figured...This is one of the few things in my life that I actually can tell him. One of the few things that wouldn't make him disappointed in me and what I'm doing with my life." Kurt felt tears forming in his eyes. "Please don't be mad."

"Kurt, why would I be mad?" Blaine asked. "The not telling anyone clause was your idea. If I could, I'd tell everyone we were dating."

Kurt blushed slightly.

"Promise you're not mad?"

"Promise. I just wish you'd have told me."

"I'm sorry. He just found out last night."

"No, Kurt. Don't apologize. It's totally fine. You and I...We're both new to this. It's going to take some time to work things out."

"Okay."

"I'd better get going." Blaine said, leaning forward, and giving Kurt a chaste kiss on the lips. "Bye, Kurt."

"Bye."

Kurt went back inside, worried that his father was going to have a lecture for him now that Blaine was gone.

"I like him, you know." was all his father ended up saying.

"I know, dad."