When Kurt awoke the next morning, Blaine's arms were still wrapped tightly around his waist. He let out a happy sigh, snuggling even closer, and closing his eyes again, completely awake, but just reveling in the feeling of pure happiness he was having at that moment.

He felt Blaine shift slightly behind him, tightening his arms around his waist, before kissing his shoulder softly.

"Mm. Morning." Blaine mumbled.

Kurt turned around in his arms, so he could face him.

"Morning." He said, smiling.

Blaine gently brushed a strand of hair off of Kurt's forehead. Kurt bit his lip, blushing lightly. He'd never experienced anything like this before, it was scary and new, but he liked it. He liked loving Blaine, and knowing that Blaine loved him. He felt safe and warm in Blaine's grasp, and even though he was still afraid of losing him, he tried not to think about that.

"What do you want to do today?" Kurt asked.

"Hold on." Blaine said, hopping off the bed, and looking out his window. "Huh. Weird. My parents are still gone." Blaine smirked. "Let's go downstairs and I can make you breakfast. Naked."

"Is that really such a good idea? Couldn't your parents be home any second?" Kurt asked.

"Who cares? C'mon, Kurt, let's do it." Blaine said, grabbing Kurt's hand and pulling him out of bed.

"I think I'm a bad influence on you." Kurt sighed, letting Blaine pull him up, and following Blaine downstairs, still holding his hand.

"I'm going to make pancakes. You like pancakes, right?"

"Who doesn't?" Kurt asked, with a smile.

He couldn't remember a time he'd felt this happy since his mom had died. It was a foreign feeling to him, happiness. But he was certain he could get used to it.

He sat at the table, and watched as Blaine made them pancakes, humming while he cooked.

Once the pancakes were done, and they'd eaten them all up, they went back up to Blaine's room. Kurt laid down on the bed, and Blaine climbed on top of him, resting his head on his hands on Kurt's chest. They just lay there for a while, completely silent, Kurt running his fingers through Blaine's hair absentmindedly.

"I'm really happy." Kurt said quietly, after a while.

"What's that?"

"I said, I'm really happy."

Blaine smiled a huge cheesy grin, and lifted himself up to kiss Kurt squarely on the mouth. Kurt smiled into the kiss, pulling Blaine closer, Blaine opened his mouth, and Kurt slipped his tongue inside, running it over the roof of his mouth, and the back of his teeth. He could feel Blaine shivering slightly at the sensation, and he moaned softly.

His cock was already half hard, and Blaine's was, too. They began rutting against each other slowly. Kurt pulled back to catch his breath, breathing heavy.

"You taste like syrup." He whispered against Blaine's lips.

"That makes two of us." Blaine smiled.

"Kiss me again?" Kurt asked.

He'd hardly had time for the question to leave his lips before Blaine was kissing him again, more desperately this time. All teeth and tongues. Blaine pulled away from the kiss with a smack, sucking and biting down Kurt's neck, causing soft whimpers to fall from his lips.

"Ride my cock, Blaine." The words were out of Kurt's mouth before he could stop them. He wasn't sure if he should have suggested that. Not so soon. It was a rough position, especially for Blaine's first time bottoming. But it had been said, and there was nothing he could do. He held his breath, and waited. Blaine only nodded in response. Kurt looked into his eyes for any sign of doubt or insincerity, but he saw none.

Blaine reached into his bedside table drawer and pulled out the lube and a condom.

"Could we-" Kurt began to ask, but then stopped himself.

"What?" Blaine asked, quietly, a reassuring hand on Kurt's chest.

"Um." Kurt swallowed thickly. "Could we maybe not use a condom? Just this...Just this once?" Kurt asked.

Blaine was silent, so Kurt kept on talking.

"It's just that you're clean, and I'm clean and I...I want to feel you around me. Skin on skin. I just..."

"No, yeah. Of course. Of course we can." Blaine said.

"Are you sure?" Kurt asked. "You don't seem sure. Don't feel like you have to. It was just...a suggestion."

"Kurt, I'm sure." Blaine said, and he sounded so confident, that Kurt knew he was telling the truth.

"Okay." Kurt nodded, slowly. "Open yourself up for me, Blaine."

"Kurt, I don't think I can. I don't...I've never..."

"You've never fingered yourself before?" Kurt asked.

Blaine shook his head.

"Not ever?"

Blaine shook his head again.

"Well, you did just fine with me yesterday. It's just like that, but with yourself. Can you...Can you do that? I'd really like to see you do that, Blaine."

Kurt knew he was probably asking too much of Blaine. Blaine wasn't nearly as experienced as he was, but once Kurt got going, these requests just seemed to come out of him. He didn't really have any control over it. He'd never make Blaine do anything he didn't want to do, but what was the harm in asking?

"O-okay." Blaine said, swallowing hard. "Yeah. I can...Yeah."

"You're sure? Look, Blaine, I'm just saying everything that comes into my head right now. I don't know...I don't know what prompted this. But don't feel obligated to do anything I suggest, okay? Don't do anything you're not ready for."

"I love you." Blaine said, leaning down to kiss Kurt gently on the lips.

"I love you, Blaine." Kurt said, his heartbeat increasing.

He watched as Blaine popped the cap on the lube, and squirted some onto his fingers. Blaine looked up at him, as if looking for assurance, and Kurt nodded.

Blaine then took his index finger, and circled around his own hole, he then pushed in lightly, gasping at the intrusion.

"Are you alright?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah." Blaine said, breathlessly. "Yeah, this is just...New. It's a new feeling."

Kurt nodded. He couldn't remember his first time being fingered. Realizing that fact made him feel slutty and gross. But that was the old him. The new Kurt Hummel wanted Blaine Anderson and only Blaine Anderson. But, although he couldn't remember his first time being fingered, he was sure it had felt strange and new, and he wanted to make Blaine feel as comfortable as possible about it all.

He watched as Blaine moved his finger in and out of himself for a while, before suggesting that he try adding another.

Blaine stuck two fingers inside himself, and moaned softly, throwing his head back. Kurt's dick twitched at the sight.

Blaine let himself get used to the two fingers he had in him, and then added a third, thrusting them in and out slowly, stretching himself out for Kurt.

"You're so beautiful." Kurt whispered, watching Blaine. He could feel his love for the other boy swelling in his chest.

"I'm ready." Blaine told him.

Kurt grabbed the lube, squirting some into his palm, and warming it up before slicking himself up.

Blaine positioned himself over Kurt, grabbing the base of Kurt's cock, and lining it up with his entrance before slowly lowering himself down on top of him. He let out a low guttural moan that went straight to Kurt's cock.

"Fuck. Blaine." Kurt breathed, as he bottomed out.

Blaine stayed there, unmoving for a few moments.

"Are you okay?" Kurt asked, running a hand soothingly down Blaine's chest.

"Yeah." Blaine said, looking Kurt in the eyes. "Just...Trying to get used to the feeling. You're...You're really big." Blaine said, and Kurt could see him blushing.

"Take your time." Kurt said, wanting Blaine to feel comfortable, and to enjoy this.

About a minute later, Blaine began lifting himself up off of Kurt's cock, and then dropping back down again. Slowly at first, and then faster and faster.

"Ohh, fuck." Kurt panted. "God, Blaine, you're so fucking tight."

Blaine had his hands on either side of Kurt's waist, trying to get some leverage so his thighs weren't doing all the work. He leaned down, kissing Kurt fiercely. Kurt tangled his fingers in the hair at the base of Blaine's neck, as Blaine continued lifting himself up and down on his cock.

Blaine pulled back, breathless. Little drips of sweat running down his forehead from exertion.

"Fuck, Blaine, you're so good." Kurt said, biting his lip softly. "Oh, God. Don't stop. Don't ever stop."

Blaine picked up speed, and Kurt ran his hands gently up and down Blaine's thighs, feeling his muscles working hard.

"Fuck, Kurt. Oh, fuck, I'm close."

Kurt reached forward, taking Blaine's cock in his hand, and stroking it in time with Blaine's movements.

"Shit." Blaine breathed, his movements becoming erratic. "Oh, fuck fuck fuck."

"Blaine. Blaine, I'm gonna-" Kurt came hard, emptying himself inside of Blaine. "Ohhh, God." Kurt panted, still stroking Blaine's cock. "Come on, Blaine. Come for me."

Blaine dropped back down on Kurt, the tip of Kurt's cock ramming into his prostate, as his come spilled out onto Kurt's fist, dripping down his arm.

He lifted himself off of Kurt and flopped down on the bed beside him.

"I just don't understand it." Kurt said.

"Understand what?"

"How you were completely and totally virginal before I met you."

"I'm that good, huh?" Blaine asked with a smirk.

"The best I've ever been with." Kurt told him, honestly. He'd never be sure, though, if Blaine was the best because he was great at sex, which he was, or if Blaine was the best because they loved each other. He figured it was probably both.

Blaine leaned over, kissing him softly on the lips.

"Let's take a shower."

"Sounds good to me." Kurt replied, feeling the come beginning to dry on his skin.

They went and took a long hot shower together before going back to Blaine's room and watching movies for the rest of the day.

"Fuck, it's midnight." Kurt said, upon looking at the clock after finishing the fourth Saw film. Blaine had been right. They were actually good movies. Who would have thought?

"How did it get to be so late?" Blaine asked.

"Well, we have watched four movies. And kissed quite a bit." Kurt said, sticking out his tongue. "I'd really better get going."

They walked to the front door, hand in hand. Blaine's parents had arrived home in the afternoon, but they were asleep by this point.

"I've had such an amazing time with you this weekend." Kurt said. "I wish...I wish things could be like this all the time." He let out a deep sigh.

"Graduation's only a few months away." Blaine smiled. "You know what I'm going to do, as soon as we graduate?"

"What?" Kurt asked, curious.

"I'm going to take you out on a big fancy date, and show you off to everyone in the city."

Kurt blushed, smiling, before swatting at Blaine playfully.

"Don't be silly."

"No, Kurt. I mean it. Every last word of it."

"Honest?"

"Cross my heart." Blaine said, taking Kurt's hand, and using it to make a small X across his heart.

"I love you, Blaine."

"I love you, Kurt." Blaine said, kissing him on the cheek. "Now you'd better get going. I'm already worried about you getting in trouble with your dad."

Kurt groaned. "I'd completely forgotten about him. Don't remind me. Here I am, throwing away all my floozyish ways, and only now is my dad going to punish me because I spent the night at my boyfriend's house."

"Floozyish?" Blaine asked, grinning.

"Yes. It's a word. Look it up." Kurt said, even though he was sure it was not, in fact, a word.

"Well, even if it is a word, I don't think you were ever a floozy."

"You're right, I was worse." Kurt said.

"Wrong. You were just searching for the right person."

"And I suppose you're him?"

"I am." Blaine said, confidently.

"I think I have to agree with you." Kurt said, leaning forward to give Blaine a chaste kiss on the lips. "Goodnight, Blaine."

"'Night, Kurt."

Kurt woke up on Sunday morning with a smile on his face. He'd had such an amazing weekend with Blaine, he didn't think anything could bring him down. Until he remembered he was going to have to face his father.

He let out a groan of frustration, stretching himself out on the bed.

He decided he'd take a shower, before going down to the kitchen to face the inevitably angry Burt who would be waiting for him.

Once he was showered and dressed, he went downstairs. Burt wasn't around yet, and Kurt could only assume that he'd been up later than usual worrying about him, and waiting for him to get home. He made a special breakfast of french toast, eggs, sausage, and bacon, hoping to ward off his father's fury with a delicious breakfast.

Burt came downstairs about twenty minutes later, pouring himself a glass of orange juice, and sitting down at the table with his son, piling his plate high with the delicious food.

Kurt was silent, waiting for his father to speak.

"You want to tell me where you've been all weekend?" Burt asked.

"I was at Blaine's." Kurt said, matter-of-factly. "I told you I was going to Blaine's before I left on Friday."

"You didn't tell me you were plannin' on spendin' the night. What made you think I'd be okay with that, Kurt?"

"It wasn't...I didn't plan it. It just...happened."

"And you didn't think about giving me a call, lettin' me know you were alright?"

"I knew you'd tell me to come home." Kurt said. He knew that was a stupid argument, but it was the truth.

"Exactly why you shouldn't have stayed. Why would you do somethin' that you knew I'd be upset about, Kurt?"

"I don't...I don't know, dad." Kurt said. He felt awful. Sure, he'd done way worse things in the past, but his father hadn't found out about any of them. This was the first thing Kurt had ever done that his father had found out about, and he hated disappointing him.

Burt was quiet, thinking.

"Dad, I...I'm sorry." Kurt said, his throat closing up, as tears threatened to form in his eyes. "I never meant to disappoint you. I just...I just wanted to spend some time with Blaine. I don't get to spend that much time with him."

"You spend every Friday with him." Burt pointed out. "You go to school together."

"One day a week isn't that much, dad. And I don't...I don't see him at school. We...We're not in any of the same classes." Kurt lied.

"Then how'd you meet? And why'd he come over to do homework with you those couple'a times?" Burt asked, suspicious.

"We met through Santana. I thought I told you that. And just because we don't have the same classes at the same time doesn't mean we don't have the same homework in some of them."

"Alright. Fine. But what's a nice boy like that doing hanging around Santana?" Burt asked.

"They're in Glee Club together." Kurt sighed. "Do we have to have a whole interrogation?"

"It's not an interrogation, Kurt. I just want to make sure you're alright. That you're making good decisions in life. And while we're on the subject of Santana, d'you know your coach called me this morning to ask why you weren't at practice? I had to tell her you were sick. You know I don't like lying. 'Specially to your teachers."

"Trust me, dad. Blaine is the best decision I've made in my whole life. And I'm sorry about Coach Sylvester. I meant to call her, but I was asleep." Kurt blushed, remembering what he and Blaine had actually been doing when Cheerio practice was happening.

"I'm not so sure about that, Kurt. You know I like Blaine, but if he's talkin' you in to sleepovers I'm not so sure. You two sleep in the same bed?"

"It was...It was my idea, dad. Staying there was my idea. Um, no. Blaine let me have the bed, and he slept on the floor." Kurt lied again. A little lie couldn't hurt anyone, could it?

"Alright. I'm still not happy about this, Kurt, but you're not in trouble. Just don't let it happen again, alright?"

"Of course, dad. I'm, um, I'm sorry."

"It's alright, kiddo."

"I'm gonna go do my homework, okay?"

"Sure thing, buddy."

Kurt went up to his room, locking the door behind him, and just taking a moment to breathe. If Burt had reacted so badly about something like this, how would he react if he found out what Kurt used to be like? Kurt wasn't sure he wanted to know.

He pulled out his Math textbook, and tried to focus, but all he really wanted to do was see Blaine.

Sometimes he wondered if he'd made the right decision, choosing popularity over everything else in his life. He couldn't even see his boyfriend whenever he wanted to. Sure, he was safe from the bullies this way. But was he content?

He was starting to think that he wasn't.