The next morning, Blaine awoke to Kurt gently sucking on his neck. He let out a small moan, stretching out his muscles.

"Morning." Kurt said, detaching himself from Blaine's neck to look him in the eyes.

"Good morning, beautiful." Blaine greeted, running his fingers through Kurt's hair and blinking the sleep out of his eyes. "How long have you been awake?"

"Just a few minutes." Kurt said, sitting up. "Can we take a shower together? I want a shower."

"Sure. Sure, yeah. Just, uh...Let me text Tina and let her know I'm alright. I told her and Mike I wasn't feeling well yesterday, so she's going to be worrying.

To Tina: Hey. Just wanted to let you know I'm feeling much better today. I hope you and Mike had an amazing time after I left yesterday.

To Blaine: Good, I'm glad. And we did. I always have a great time when I'm with Mike. :)

To Tina: Good. I'm gonna grab a shower. I'll talk to you later, okay?

To Blaine: Sure thing.

"Let's go." Blaine said, grabbing Kurt's hand and dragging him to the bathroom. Both of his parents were gone by now. Where to, Blaine didn't know. Nor did he care. All he cared about was not having to worry about sneaking around the house with Kurt.

They stepped into the bathroom and Blaine turned on the shower nozzle, adjusting it until it was the right temperature. Once he was satisfied with the heat of the water he stood aside and gestured for Kurt to get in first.

"After you."

"Why, thank you." Kurt said, stepping into the shower.

He looked gorgeous under the spray. Little water droplets running down his torso, and through the fine hairs on his legs.

Blaine stepped closer to Kurt, placing his hands gently on his waist.

"You're so beautiful." He said, before kissing all along Kurt's neck. Kurt tilted his head, giving him better access to the entire expanse of skin there.

Kurt slid his hands down Blaine's back slowly before reaching the swell of his ass and resting them there, massaging gently. Blaine groaned softly into Kurt's neck.

"Kiss me." Kurt pleaded.

Blaine connected his lips to Kurt's, soft and gentle at first, but then growing more and more heated. He was getting hard, and he could feel Kurt's half hard cock pressing against his thigh as well.

"Blaine, can we...Do you think you're strong enough to hold me up against the wall?" Kurt asked.

"Probably. Wh-" Blaine stopped himself as realization hit him. "Shower sex?" Blaine asked. "You want to have shower sex?"

"Yeah. Unless you're not comfortable with that."

"No. No, I am."

"Good." Kurt said.

"But first, can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"Have you ever...had shower sex before?" Blaine asked warily.

"Yes." Kurt said, breaking eye contact.

Blaine was pretty sure Kurt absolutely hated talking about his previous sex life with Blaine. It made him feel like a bad person. Like he'd done something wrong with his life. But he hadn't. And Blaine didn't want him feeling that way.

"Kurt, please look at me."

Kurt looked up at him.

"I know what you're thinking, and I want you to stop it right now. I know you've been with other guys. I don't care. All that matters is that it's just you and me now. Just you and me." Blaine said, resting their foreheads together. "And it's good that you've done this before, because now at least one of us will know what we're doing."

Kurt chuckled, pulling Blaine in for another kiss.

"I love you."

"I love you, too." Blaine said. "Now...Help me out with this? How do we...Do this?"

"Well, I guess. Let me start by stretching myself out first, and then we can go from there."

"Okay." Blaine nodded.

"Obviously we don't have lube in here." Kurt said. "The water should be enough to get me slicked up most of the way, but...Here. Suck on my finger." Kurt said, putting his finger to Blaine's lips.

Blaine took it inside, sucking on it gently, and slicking it up with his saliva.

"Good. Okay." Kurt said, taking his hand back.

He put one of his legs up on the side of the tub, opening himself up a little more for his finger. He rubbed gently around his entrance before pushing his finger all the way in, he then added another, and then another.

"Okay. I think I'm ready." Kurt said. "Just, um. Lift me up, and hold me against the wall, and I'm sure you know what to do from there."

Blaine nodded. He hoisted Kurt up, and Kurt wrapped his legs around Blaine's waist. Blaine carefully lined himself up with Kurt's entrance, and slowly pushed inside.

"Fuck, Blaine. Feels so full." Kurt panted. "M-move. Please."

Blaine began moving himself in and out of Kurt's hole quickly. Part of him wanted this to last, but part of him knew that his legs probably wouldn't hold very long. He wasn't used to holding up an entire other person's body weight.

Kurt tangled his hands in Blaine's hair, pulling gently and massaging his scalp. Blaine spread his legs a little wider, giving him a bit more leverage, and thrusting up into Kurt with much intensity.

"God, baby. You're so good." Blaine said. He could feel his legs getting tired. "I'm not sure how much longer my legs can hold out."

He began sucking on Kurt's neck, and Kurt's muscles clenched around him, bringing him incredibly close to his orgasm.

"Fuck. Kurt. I'm close."

Blaine reached down, taking Kurt's cock into his hand and stroking it quickly.

"Mm. Fuck. Don't stop." Kurt whined.

Blaine's thrust became more erratic as his orgasm drew nearer, half a dozed more thrusts and then he was coming deep inside Kurt, with Kurt following just a few seconds behind, their come rinsing off of them and down the drain.

Blaine pulled out and slowly lowered Kurt on to the ground, his legs exhausted.

"My legs feel like jelly."

"You know what that means, don't you?" Kurt asked.

"No. What?"

"It means we need more practice."

Blaine snorted.

"Real attractive, Anderson." Kurt teased. "Now come here and let me wash your hair."

They took turns washing each other and got out of the shower and got dressed.

"I should get going. My dad's probably wondering where I am by now."

"Okay." Blaine said. "I'll talk to you later. I love you."

"Love you, too." Kurt said, giving him a quick kiss before leaving.

A couple of weeks later on Friday after school Blaine had to rush out and get on the bus for Nationals. They were in Chicago this year, and everyone was so excited to have made it. He pulled out his phone to text Kurt to keep himself occupied.

To Kurt: Hey. :)

To Blaine: Hey. I need help studying for finals. Think you could come over?

To Kurt: Kurt, I'm on my way to Chicago. Nationals, remember?

To Blaine: Oh. Right. Forgot.

To Kurt: I'm sorry. I'll be back Sunday morning. Want me to come over then?

To Blaine: Sure. Yeah. Thanks. I need to go study now, okay? I'll talk to you later.

To Kurt: Okay. I love you.

To Blaine: Right back atcha.

Blaine scowled at his phone. He wished he could hear expressions through texts, because he was pretty sure Kurt was mad at him. Otherwise Kurt would have said "I love you, too."

Blaine pushed the thought from his mind, and decided to focus on the songs they'd be singing at Nationals. He had a solo, and he wanted to make sure he was perfect.

They ended up winning Nationals. They were all gathered in the green room together, hugging one another and congratulating each other.

"Blaine, you were amazing!" Tina said, running over to him and hugging him tightly.

"Thanks, Tina! I can't believe we won! I can't wait to tell.....My...My parents. I can't wait to tell my parents!"

"Have they been around more lately?" Tina asked, looking concerned. "You haven't talked about them much."

"Um, no. No, not really. But I'm sure my mom will be excited."

"That's good." Tina said, patting him on the back before running off to congratulate the rest of the group.

Santana walked up to him and hugged him.

"Good job today, Anderson. Also, I heard your little almost slip up with miss Cohen-Chang over there." Santana nodded in Tina's direction. "Finals are this week. There is hardly any time left this year. Don't fuck this up for Hummel."

"I'm not. Santana, I won't." Blaine said firmly.

"Good. Then everything's hunky dory. Let's all get back to the hotel so I can get some beauty rest before the bus ride back tomorrow."

That night and the bus ride back to Lima felt way too long for Blaine's liking. He needed to help Kurt study, and he wanted to tell him about their win in person.

When they finally got back to Lima, he hopped in his car in the McKinley parking lot and drove straight to Kurt's, knocking on the door.

"Blaine!" Kurt shouted when he opened the door. "Thank God you're here. I'm freaking out, Blaine. Absolutely freaking out. Finals are tomorrow and I literally know nothing. I know nothing, and what if I don't graduate, and then I have to wait another year to be with you in public? I can't do that, Blaine. I can't." Kurt had been dragging Blaine along as he was talking, and by the time he'd finished with his hysterics, they were sitting next to each other on the couch.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Kurt. Take a deep breath. You're going to be fine. You're smart. You know this stuff. I know you do. You're just letting your fear of not knowing it get in the way."

"I just have to graduate, Blaine. I want to be able to go on real dates with you. I..."

"Shh. Kurt. Shh." Blaine said, wrapping his arms around Kurt and rubbing his back. "You will graduate. You will. You know why? Because you already know all this stuff, and I'm going to stay here and help you study until you know you know it. I don't care if it takes all night. I'll be here."

"Thank you, Blaine. Thank you. I love you so much. I just..."

"Shh. What's giving you the most trouble?"

"The Math. I'm just blanking on everything."

"Lucky for you, Math is my strong suit."

And so they spent all night on that couch with various textbooks laid out in front of them. Burt stayed up with them, making them fresh pots of coffee, and making sure they didn't fall asleep. Although he dozed off a few times himself.

By morning, Blaine was pretty sure Kurt could answer any question any teacher could possibly throw at him on any of his tests that day.

He left before Kurt, going home and changing before heading to school.

It was Friday, and Kurt had just gotten the results back from all of his finals. He hopped in his car and sped off to Blaine's house, running up to the front steps and knocking on the door excitedly. Blaine opened the door and before he could speak Kurt was shouting at him.

"Blaine! Blaine, I passed. I passed everything! I'm graduating!"

"I knew you would, Kurt." Blaine said, taking Kurt into a tight embrace. "I told you you could do it."

"I wouldn't have been able to without your help. Thank you, Blaine."

"It was no problem at all. And you could have done it on your own, I assure you. You're smart, Kurt." Blaine smiled at his boyfriend. "And in case you were wondering, I'm graduating, too."

"That wasn't even a question, you nerd." Kurt teased. "I knew you'd be graduating."

"And I knew you would be."

"Sure, sure." Kurt sighed. "I've gotta get home and let my dad know the good news. I'll see you on that big date you promised me after graduation next week."

"Glad you remembered." Blaine said. "I can't wait."

"Me either." Kurt said. "Bye, Blaine."

And with that, Kurt went back to his car and headed home.

Kurt was graduating. He was actually finally graduating. And soon everyone would know he had the best boyfriend on the planet.