It seemed to be a routine, as of late, for Blaine's parents to be gone every Friday night. He wasn't sure where they went. Probably somewhere they couldn't actually afford, since his father had lost all of their money. Maybe they weren't even together. Maybe they were off having separate affairs. His family life had gotten exponentially worse since all their money had been lost. His parents used to get along alright, but lately, no one in his home even spoke to each other, unless it was necessary. Wherever his parents went, he didn't care, because it meant Friday nights could be a date night for he and Kurt at his house.

Kurt was walking out of Cheerio practice on Friday afternoon after school when he received a text from Blaine.

To Kurt: Date night at my house tonight?

He sent off a quick reply.

To Blaine: Sure, be there at 6. :)

He went home and took a shower. Picked out a nice outfit, consisting of his best white skinny jeans, a light blue button up, and a black vest. He fixed his hair and headed downstairs, telling his father where he'd be and grabbing a jacket, before heading out the door and over to Blaine's. He arrived at six o'clock sharp, and rang the doorbell.

Blaine opened the door, and Kurt went inside, removing his jacket, and setting it on a chair.

"You look amazing." Blaine said, smiling.

"Thanks. So do you." Kurt told him. "What's the plan for tonight?"

"I figured we could order a pizza and just watch a movie or something." Blaine suggested.

"We always watch movies." Kurt argued.

"There's not much else to do when we can't go anywhere." Blaine said. And Kurt knew he was just stating a fact, but it made him feel awful. Blaine deserved someone he could take on actual dates.

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

"Hey, no. What are you sorry for?" Blaine asked, grabbing his hand and pulling him over to the couch, where they sat down next to each other.

"For being...the way I am, I guess."

"Why would you apologize for being amazing?"

Kurt could feel his heart fluttering in his chest, but at the same time, he felt sick. The more Blaine talked, the more Kurt realized that he didn't deserve him. And the more scared Kurt became of getting too attached to him, just to lose him. Whether it be from Blaine realizing he was too good for Kurt, or some illness, like his mom, he was just so afraid of losing him.

"I'm not amazing." Kurt argued.

"Well, I think you are. And I'm pretty much always right, so..."

Kurt laughed at that.

"Okay. How about that pizza, then?"

"Mhhm." Blaine hummed. "What kind do you want?"

"I don't really eat pizza that often. Coach Sylvester doesn't want any of us 'losing our figures', or 'getting too fat to make a pyramid'. You can pick."

"How about good old pepperoni? You can't go wrong with that."

"Sure."

Blaine called the pizza place, and Kurt dug through his collection of DVD's, but couldn't find one he felt like watching. When Blaine hung up with the pizza place, Kurt looked at him from his place on the floor where he'd been looking through movies.

"Blaine, your DVD collection sucks."

"Hey, now. There are some good movies in there."

"The Saw series does not count as good movies."

"Sure they do! Have you ever even seen them? They're not just mindless gore. They really make you think, you know?"

"Sure, Blaine. Sure." Kurt was quiet for a moment. "Do you, um, do you have many board games we could play?"

"Of course. I haven't played a board game in ages."

"Me either." Kurt admitted.

They walked through Blaine's kitchen to a little room Kurt had never seen before. There was a ping pong table, as well as a shelf piled high with games.

"I used to have more, actually. And some video games and stuff, but when my dad lost his job I had to get rid of some stuff. I hardly even play the ones I kept. I probably should have gotten rid of more."

"Oh, so that's why you transferred."

"Yeah. I thought I told you." Blaine said.

"Nope. I don't really know that much about your family or your past or anything." Kurt said, just realizing the fact himself. "It's weird for me, having someone know more about me than I know about them."

"I'll tell you what. How about instead of playing a game, we can just spend the night talking about me. I'm not all that interesting, but if you want to know more about me, I'd be happy to tell you."

"That sounds wonderful, actually."

"Come on." Blaine took Kurt's hand and lead him back out to the living room. The doorbell rang, and Blaine went to get the pizza.

They sat down next to each other on the couch and each grabbed a slice. Blaine ate a whole piece of pizza before he started talking.

"Okay. So, my whole life, my family's been pretty rich. I was never, like, spoiled or anything. Except for the fact that I went to Dalton Academy. I'd gone to private school my whole life, actually, until I transferred to McKinley. But then my dad lost all our money, and his job, so we had to move here. I wasn't excited about it at all. But then I saw you." Blaine smiled. "But, uh, that's a different story. Anything else you want to know?"

"That wasn't much of a back story at all." Kurt teased. "I still don't feel like I know much about your past. What else can you think of to talk to me about?"

"Well, my whole life, growing up, my dad was always at work. He was super busy, so I never really saw him. My mom refused to hire a maid, so she was always cleaning and cooking. We had a big house, so it was a big job. Once I hit a certain age, I mostly raised myself.

"My parents loved me, don't get me wrong, they just...Had better things to do with their time, I guess."

"You said 'loved'." Kurt noted. "Past tense."

"Yeah. I guess I just haven't been quite so sure where we stand as a family since we've moved here. My parents hardly say two words to each other or me anymore. Not that I mind too much. It's not that different from how it was growing up. I just...I sense some tension in the air. Like, all the time."

"I see." Kurt said, nodding, not really sure what to say. Just as he wasn't used to opening up to others, he wasn't used to others opening up to him, either. He scooted himself closer to Blaine, taking his hand, and resting his head on Blaine's shoulder. Blaine rested his head on top of Kurt's and Kurt could feel Blaine smiling into his hair. "Thank you for telling me all that." Kurt said, softly. "I think we're even now."

Blaine laughed, lifting his head up, which caused Kurt, on instinct, to do the same. He looked Blaine in the eyes, and leaned in slowly, planting a gentle kiss on his lips. Then shoving him away playfully.

"You taste like pizza." Kurt said, making a face.

"So do you." Blaine countered. "But I'll get over it. And so will you." He said, taking Kurt's face between his hands, and bringing their lips together again.

Kurt opened his mouth, deepening the kiss, and gently shoving his tongue inside, battling with Blaine's tongue for dominance. Blaine began to unbutton his vest, and Kurt pulled back, swatting his hand away.

"Nope. My turn to say no sex. I've gotta get going, Blaine."

Blaine pouted, and Kurt leaned forward, nipping at his jutted out bottom lip.

"I've really gotta go. I have a lot of homework, and I've got Cheerio practice and a party to go to tomorrow."

"Fine." Blaine sighed dramatically." "I'll see you." He said, walking Kurt to the door, and giving him a peck on the lips.

"Bye, Blaine."

And so it went. Fridays were date nights, and on Saturdays Kurt kept up appearances, going to Cheerio practice, and whatever party was being most talked about among his group of friends that week.

He had to admit, he liked date night with Blaine the best. But he was getting restless. He and Blaine still hadn't had actual sex yet. Sure, blowjobs and handjobs were great, and they were doing plenty of that, but he wanted more. He wasn't going to push Blaine, however. He cared about him too much for that. So he suffered in silence.

Valentine's Day conveniently fell on a Friday that year, and Blaine was ecstatic. He had a big dinner planned out. It was his first year having anyone special to spend Valentine's Day with, and he knew it was the same for Kurt. He wanted to make it one they'd never forget.

So he wrote Kurt a note, and took a risk sneaking it into his locker. He waited until everyone else was in class, so no one would see him, but he still had nervous butterflies in his stomach, and it meant he'd be late for class. But it was so worth it.

The note said "Kurt, be at my house at seven tonight. I know we usually start our dates at six, but just...be there at seven. Okay? Oh, and happy Valentine's Day."

He didn't bother signing it. He knew Kurt would know who it was from.

He needed Kurt to show up at seven because he needed an extra hour to make dinner. After school he hurried home, and pulled the steaks out of the fridge. He'd bought them the night before, so they were still nice and fresh. Then he pulled the crab out of the freezer to thaw while he started up a pot of boiling water.

He knew he couldn't really afford all of this, but he didn't care. He wanted Kurt to have a special Valentine's Day, and he'd be damned if he didn't give it to him.

After the water began to boil, he tossed in the crabs. He then put the steaks in the oven to broil.

He grabbed a piece of paper and some colored pencils, opting to make Kurt a homemade card, rather than getting him a store bought one. He'd always found homemade cards to be more heartfelt.

Once he'd finished making his card, he checked on the crab and steak to make sure they were cooking the way he wanted them to, and then went upstairs to change. He put on a pair of dark wash jeans and a white button up. He thought about using some of his old hair gel, but he hadn't used it since Dalton, and it really had no appeal to him. It made his head feel weird and itchy, and even if it did make him look handsome, it wasn't worth it. Kurt would just have to deal with his unruly curls. Not that Kurt ever seemed to mind them in the first place.

By the time he was finished, it was nearly seven. He ran down the stairs, pulled the steaks out of the oven, and put them on plates, making them look as fancy as possible. He then pulled the crabs out of the pot, and put them in one of his mother's nice ceramic bowls. He was just finishing up setting the table when the doorbell rang. He ran to answer it, and saw Kurt standing there with a bouquet of flowers. Dammit. He'd meant to get Kurt flowers as well.

"These are for you." Kurt said, handing the flowers to Blaine.

"Thank you, Kurt. I...Thank you." He paused, taking a breathe. Kurt took this moment to come inside, closing the door behind himself. "I meant to get you some flowers, but I was just so focused on making the perfect dinner that I forgot."

"It's alright, Blaine. Really."

"It's not." Blaine mumbled to himself. "Oh, but hold on." Blaine said, before running into the kitchen, where he'd left his card, and running back out. "I made you a card."

"You...You made me a card?" Kurt asked, astonished.

"Mhhm." Blaine nodded, feeling nervous, as Kurt opened the card.

"Oh, Blaine. It's beautiful. I didn't know you were so artistic." Kurt smiled, before taking Blaine into a tight embrace. "Now I feel like my store bought card is going to be quite lack luster." Kurt said, handing Blaine his card.

"No, Kurt, it's wonderful. It's wonderful because it came from you." Blaine said, after reading the card. He took Kurt's hand, leading him out to the kitchen.

"What's for dinner?" Kurt asked.

"Steak and crab. I, um, I didn't think to make a vegetable or anything until just now, so, we don't have any of those." Blaine said, sighing. This wasn't going as well as he'd hoped.

"Blaine, hush. It's wonderful, alright. I bet it's delicious."

They sat down next to each other and dug in. Blaine had to admit, he was a very good cook. He just hoped Kurt was enjoying the meal as much as he was.

"Blaine, this is amazing!" Kurt beamed. "Honestly, it's the best steak I've ever had."

"You mean it?" Blaine asked.

"Of course I do." Kurt said, grabbing a crab from the bowl, and ripping off one of the legs, using his fork to crack it open. "Mmm. And the crab's delicious, too." He said. "Here, have a bite." He held a bite of crab up to Blaine's lips, and Blaine opened his mouth, allowing Kurt to drop the food inside.

"Mmm." Blaine hummed.

"See? Told you it would be amazing. Who needs vegetables when you've got all of this?" Kurt asked.

Blaine laughed, feeling better about how their Valentine's Day was going.

When they were finished with dinner, they went up to Blaine's room. Kurt lied down on Blaine's bed, and pulled Blaine on top of him.

"Kiss me." Kurt whispered in Blaine's ear.

Blaine leaned down, taking Kurt's lips with his. Their lips moved together languidly, before Blaine ran his tongue along Kurt's bottom lip, asking for entrance. Kurt complied, opening his mouth, and Blaine moved his tongue inside. Tasting. Kurt's mouth tasted like crab and steak, and a little bit of the sparkling grape juice they'd had with dinner, but he mostly just tasted like Kurt.

Blaine deepened the kiss, moaning into Kurt's mouth as Kurt nibbled on his tongue.

Blaine pulled back, unbuttoning his own shirt with shaky fingers, as Kurt quickly removed his own as well. Then Blaine lowered himself on top of Kurt again, kissing down his chest, and sucking on his nipples, nipping lightly. Kurt sucked in a quick breath, tangling his fingers in Blaine's hair, and Blaine was so glad he'd decided not to use any gel.

Kurt pulled Blaine back up to his mouth and kissed him hard, moaning into his mouth, and rutting his hips up into Blaine's, rubbing their half hard cocks together.

"Take my pants off, Blaine." Kurt begged.

Blaine nodded, reaching between them to undo Kurt's pants. He then crawled down Kurt's body, Kurt lifted his hips, so Blaine could remove his pants more easily. Blaine ripped off his own pants, along his his underwear, too impatient to even unbutton them, as Kurt slipped off his own boxers.

Blaine climbed back on top of Kurt, and Kurt began sucking on Blaine's neck. Blaine was sure he was going to leave a mark, but he didn't care. Blaine turned his head, capturing Kurt's lips with his, and their tongues began dancing together inside Blaine's mouth.

Kurt pulled back, panting slightly, and looked Blaine deep in the eyes. Blaine could see the lust in Kurt's eyes, and he bit his lip to prevent himself from moaning at the sight.

"I want you inside me." Kurt whispered.

He'd said such things before, but Blaine had always argued. Said he wasn't ready. But he felt ready now. He responded with a shaky nod, as he leaned over to grab some lube and a condom from his bedside table.

"When did you get those?" Kurt asked breathlessly.

"Um...About a week or two after we started...After we...After you asked me to be your fuck buddy." Blaine said, having trouble getting the words out of his mouth. Because they were so much more than fuck buddies now. So much more. He wasn't sure they ever really were just fuck buddies, on an emotional level.

Kurt nodded.

"Look, Kurt. I...I don't really know what I'm doing. I mean, I know the mechanics of it all, I just..."

"Shh." Kurt said. "I know. It's okay to be nervous, Blaine."

And Blaine hated to admit it, but he was. He was so nervous. He could feel himself shaking. Could Kurt see him shaking?

Kurt reached forward to grab Blaine's trembling hands, and he dropped the lube and condom on to the bed.

"Blaine, if you're not ready, we don't have to do this." Kurt assured him, and Blaine felt his heart stuttering in his chest. He knew he must mean something to Kurt, if Kurt was so willing to wait.

"No." He protested. "No, I'm ready."

"Okay." Kurt nodded slowly. "You can do it, Blaine. You're going to be amazing." Kurt whispered, letting go of his hands.

Blaine picked up the bottle of lube and slicked up his fingers. He lined his first finger up with Kurt's entrance and circled around it a few times, just trying to get a feel for it, before slipping it inside slowly. He didn't want to hurt Kurt.

Kurt let out a soft moan, before urging Blaine to move. Blaine moved his finger in and out slowly, carefully.

"More." Kurt whispered.

Blaine bit his lip and nodded, before pulling his finger out, and sticking two back in. He moved them in and out, scissoring them slightly, and just feeling Kurt all around him. It was a strange feeling, but he liked it. After a moment, he added a third finger.

"Oh, God, Blaine." Kurt moaned. "You're doing so well."

"Are...Are you ready?" Blaine asked, trying to hide the nervousness in his voice.

"Ready when you are." Kurt said with a smile. "C'mere first." He said, and Blaine crawled up the bed, so he was hovering directly over Kurt. Kurt leaned up, kissing Blaine gently on the forehead. "Okay. Go ahead."

Blaine grabbed the condom, rolling it on to his fully hard erection, he then poured some lube out into the palm of his hand, hissing softly as he spread the lube over his length. He lined himself up with Kurt's entrance, and looked at him for assurance. Kurt nodded once, and Blaine pushed in slowly.

"Fuck." He breathed. "You're so tight." He said, as he bottomed out. He stopped, waiting to make sure Kurt was stretched and ready for him to move. He was still nervous. Mainly about hurting Kurt, but partially because he knew Kurt had slept with so many guys...What if he wasn't good enough? What if, after all this, he wasn't what Kurt needed?

"Move, Blaine." Kurt whispered.

Blaine began to move slowly, in and out of Kurt, getting a feel for things and trying not to do anything wrong.

"Shit." Kurt panted. "You're so big."

Blaine bit his lip, not sure how to respond to that.

"You can go faster." Kurt assured him.

Blaine took a deep breath and quickened his pace, Kurt was so tight around him, he wasn't sure how long he was going to last.

He leaned down, sucking and biting on Kurt's neck, letting out soft moans across his skin.

Kurt dug his fingers into Blaine's shoulders. "Harder." He urged.

Blaine began slamming into Kurt, still making sure not to hurt him, but trying to give Kurt everything he asked for.

"I'm close." He whispered in Kurt's ear.

He changed his angle just slightly, and began ramming into Kurt's prostate with each thrust.

"Fuck." Kurt breathed. "God, Blaine. I love you." Kurt said, softly.

Blaine halted. Had he heard Kurt right? Had Kurt just told him that he loved him?

"Don't stop." Kurt begged. "Oh, fuck, Blaine. Please."

Blaine began moving again, trying not to think about what had just happened, determined to see this through. He picked up his pace, feeling his orgasm approaching.

Kurt began slowly stroking his own cock, and Blaine leaned down, kissing him messily.

Kurt came, shouting into Blaine's mouth as his come spilled over his own fist, and on to his stomach. As Kurt's muscles clenched around him Blaine came as well, a silent cry falling from his lips.

He took a moment, letting his breathing even out, before pulling out of Kurt, removing and tying the condom, and throwing it in the trash. He then went to get a wet cloth to wipe Kurt off with.

Once they were both clean, Blaine settled down on the bed, facing Kurt.

"Blaine, that was amazing." Kurt said, leaning forward to kiss him gently.

Blaine only nodded. He was still thinking about what Kurt had said. Had he just been caught up in the heat of the moment? Or was it because it was Valentine's Day? Were his feelings just running rampant? Blaine needed to know. He wouldn't be able to think straight until he did.

"Are you okay?" Kurt asked. "You're quiet."

Blaine shook himself out of his daze.

"That was good for you, too, wasn't it?" Kurt asked, and Blaine could hear the worry in his voice.

"Of course it was." Blaine said, taking his hand. "Of course. It's just..."

"Just what?"

"Do you remember what you said? What you said to me, when we were about to, uh. When we were about to come."

Kurt paused for a moment, thinking. "I guess not."

"Oh." Blaine said, heart dropping. He was an idiot for thinking Kurt had meant it. Of course he hadn't. He wasn't ready for that yet.

"Hey, why do you look sad? What did I say? Did I say something wrong?" Kurt asked.

Blaine could feel tears welling up in his eyes, but he refused to let them fall.

"Blaine, are you crying?" Kurt asked, looking at Blaine carefully. "Talk to me. Please?"

"It's just that you...You told me that you loved me." Blaine said, his heart tightening in his chest as the tears threatened to fall.

"I did?" Kurt asked, slightly taken aback.

Blaine only nodded.

There was silence, and Blaine decided to speak.

"Look, Kurt, don't worry about it. I know you don't feel that way about me. Or, at least, not yet. I just...It was stupid of me to think that you might. I'm sorry for bringing it up."

Kurt was quiet, and Blaine was sure he'd ruined this. Ruined everything.

"Blaine," Kurt began, taking a deep breath. "I do." He whispered.

"You...do?" Blaine asked. "Do what?"

"I love you. And I'm so sorry I can't remember saying it to you before."

"You mean it?" Blaine asked.

"Of course I mean it."

Blaine allowed the tears to fall from his eyes now.

"I love you, too, Kurt."

"I know." Kurt nodded, wrapping Blaine up in his arms.

After a moment, Kurt pulled away. He was crying now, and Blaine wasn't entirely sure why.

"Hey. Shh." Blaine urged, pulling Kurt towards him again, and rubbing his back gently. "Why are you crying?"

"I'm just...Blaine, I'm scared." Kurt admitted.

"What's there to be scared of?"

"I'm just," Kurt let out a small audible sob. "I just don't want to lose you."

"You're never going to lose me, Kurt. I promise." Blaine said, giving Kurt a watery smile.

"You shouldn't make promises you can't keep, Blaine."

"Good thing I'm keeping this one then, huh?"

Kurt smiled, but Blaine knew this wasn't over. Knew Kurt was going to continue being afraid. After all, it's not like his mom had wanted to leave him. She hadn't chosen to leave, she'd been forced out of his life by cancer. But Blaine wasn't going to leave him. Not if he could help it.

Kurt turned over, and snuggled up against Blaine, so his bare back was flush with Blaine's naked chest. Blaine wrapped his arms around him tight and kissed his shoulder.

"Can I stay the night?" Kurt asked.

"I'm not sure if that's such a good idea. Won't your dad get mad? Don't you have Cheerio practice tomorrow morning?"

"Screw Cheerio practice." Kurt said. "We each get one sick day a year, before Coach Sylvester kicks us off the squad if we don't show. I want to use my sick day to spend tomorrow with you."

Blaine couldn't help but smile at this, although he didn't think it was a very good idea.

"What if you're really sick one day, though, Kurt?"

"Then I go to practice blowing chunks. Coach can either send me home, or let me puke on the rest of the squad. Her choice." Kurt giggled.

"Alright. Fine." Blaine smiled into the crook of Kurt's neck. "But what about your dad?"

"I'll deal with him when the time comes." Kurt insisted. "But for now, I want to spend the night with my boyfriend. My boyfriend who I love."

Blaine could feel his heart flip flopping in is chest. He could've sworn he was going to throw up. But in the best possible way.

"You make a convincing argument." Blaine teased.

"I know." Kurt turned in Blaine's arms, kissing him softly, before turning off the light, and snuggling back down, pulling the covers over them.

"I love you." Blaine whispered, feeling so elated that he could express that feeling now.

"I love you, too. Happy Valentine's Day, Blaine."

"Happy Valentine's Day." Blaine kissed Kurt on the top of the head, before drifting off into a peaceful sleep.