They stumbled into the foyer of Kurt’s house, barely able to get the door closed before they were grabbing at each other again.  Holding on, it seemed, for dear life. Blaine’s back hit the wall with a small thump as Kurt crowded into him kissing along Blaine’s neck. Blaine clutched the back of Kurt’s shirt, trying to catch his breath.

“God, I missed you,” he panted out as Kurt nipped at the spot right below his ear. Kurt pulled back to look in his eyes.

“Blaine…I—I’m sorry.”

Blaine was caught off guard, and was concerned some too.

“What? What’s wrong?” he asked as he stroked Kurt’s cheek. Kurt reached up and tangled their fingers together and held their hands in place, resting against Kurt’s face. He kissed Blaine’s wrist a few times before he responded.

“I’m just so sorry that I let this happen. I never should have listened to that idiot. I’m sorry that I put you through this… I’m sorry I put us through this. I never meant to—“

Blaine cut Kurt off by shushing him gently. “Kurt, please don’t worry about that anymore, don’t even think about it. It’s in the past, and all that matters now is that we are together. Here and now, I’m here with you, and that’s all that matters.”

Kurt bit his lip, as if he was still unsure, as if he wanted to say more. Blaine remedied that by leaning back in and kissing him again. Kurt sighed, and relaxed back into him, as if that was all the reassurance he needed to tell him that everything was going to be okay.

Blaine pulled back for a breath, and whispered against Kurt’s lips, “I love you.”

Kurt kissed down the side of Blaine’s neck, and murmured into his skin, “I love you, too.”

Blaine couldn’t help but let out a groan as he heard Kurt saying those words.

Kurt pulled back again to say, “Let’s go upstairs.”

Blaine nodded eagerly, and grabbed Kurt’s hand as they made their way upstairs as quickly as they could. Once in Kurt’s room, Blaine pulled Kurt to him again, unable to keep his hands off of him. He wrapped his arms around Kurt’s shoulders, trying to pull him even closer.

He felt Kurt’s hands moving across the small of his back, and then grabbing and pulling at the fabric of Blaine’s shirt to get it untucked from his pants. Blaine slid his hands from Kurt’s shoulders to run down the front of his shirt, and then down to the hem. He tugged on it a little, and Kurt disconnected from the kiss momentarily to lift up is arms and to pull the shirt off himself.

 And then Kurt was standing, shirtless, in front of him, and he couldn’t help but to reach forward and run his hands across his chest, feeling the muscles there shifting as Kurt breathed heavily in and out. Kurt kissed him again, this time thrusting his tongue in between his lips and exploring his mouth. Blaine moaned at the feeling, and Kurt slowly walked him backwards until Blaine’s legs hit the bed and he fell back with a small oomph.

Blaine felt wrecked already, even though they hadn’t done anything yet, but laying there, with Kurt standing over him and raking his eyes all over him, he felt the heat continue to rise. Kurt knelt on the bed, with one knee between Blaine’s legs and his arms bracketed on either side of Blaine’s head, and leaned down to kiss him. It was slower this time, with slow but deep caresses, and it made Blaine feel light-headed.

After a few more minutes, Kurt trailed his lips across Blaine’s cheek and to his neck where he kissed down to his collarbone as he slowly pulled off Blaine’s bow tie. As he began to undo the buttons on Blaine’s shirt, he followed the trail of skin that was revealed with kisses and licks. When he reached Blaine’s waistband, Kurt looked back up at him. Blaine was breathing heavily, watching Kurt through heavy lidded eyes, with his hands curled into the sheets on either side of him. Kurt smirked and cupped Blaine through his pants, which, given how turned on Blaine was, made him groan and arch his back up off the bed.

“Ugh! Kurt, please….”

Kurt moved back up the bed and pushed the unbuttoned shirt off of Blaine’s shoulders, and Blaine helped get the shirt off and throw it across the room. Kurt urged him to scoot up the bed until he was leaning against the pillows, and then Kurt reached for his waistband.

Kurt popped the top button and pulled his zipper down agonizingly slowly, and Blaine thought the anticipation might kill him. He lifted his hips to help Kurt get his pants off, and sighed at the slight relief from pressure.

Kurt moved to his underwear next, pulling them off and following them down Blaine’s legs, kissing all the way down. He then kissed his way back up, stopping when he had kissed the inside of Blaine’s bent knee to look at Blaine again.

Blaine saw that Kurt’s pupils were blown, but the look on his face was one of pure love.

“You doing okay?” Kurt asked.

Blaine couldn’t help but laugh, and smile. “Yeah, I am,” he replied. “But I think I might die if you stop.”

Kurt grinned at him. He leaned up so he was close to him again. “Well then…” he kissed Blaine quickly but fully. “I guess I should keep going.”

He kissed around his hip bone a few times before he leaned over and took the head of Blaine’s cock into his mouth.

Blaine couldn’t stop the loud moan that ripped its way out of his chest, and Kurt had to hold his hips down to keep him from thrusting up. Kurt smirked around him and slowly worked his way down. He moved his head up and down, savoring the taste and working his way down further and further. Blaine was falling apart with every pull, and he didn’t know how long he could last if Kurt kept going.

Kurt kept sucking and licking, working Blaine over, and it almost became too much.

“Kurt… Kurt, you—nngh—Kurt you have to, ah… you have to stop.” Blaine panted out with difficulty. He almost whined at the loss when Kurt pulled off, even though he had told him to.

Kurt looked up at him, “What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?” He looked almost like a kicked puppy.

“No! No…” Blaine said as he reached for him, pulling him up to lay next to him.

“It’s just that,” he said as he stroked his cheek, “if you kept going, I wasn’t going to last, and I’d still like to…”

Kurt looked steadily back at him. “You sure? You want to do that?” he said concernedly.

Blaine nodded with conviction. “Yes, I do. I… I want you inside me, I want to feel you. Please Kurt…”

Kurt surged forward and kissed him, full of teeth and tongue, and rolled on top of him to press him further into the pillows. Blaine clutched at his shoulders, trying to get him closer, but there was only one way to do that.

Breaking the kiss, he said, “Do you have—“

Kurt slid off the bed to rid himself of his pants and underwear, and then he went to the side table, and returned with lube and a condom. Kurt popped open the cap and poured some lube onto his fingers. He leaned back in and kissed Blaine, tongue invading Blaine’s mouth, caressing and perfect. Blaine got so caught up in the feel of Kurt’s lips that he gave a little jolt when Kurt’s cool fingers pressed against his hole.

Kurt gently shushed him, “Just relax, sweetheart.”

Blaine took a deep breath, and when Kurt’s fingers rubbed at him again, it made him shiver with anticipation. Kurt’s free hand stroked through his hair, petting him, and it was so calming he just felt so relaxed.

Kurt worked him open until he had one finger inside him. Blaine moaned as Kurt moved the finger in and out, getting him used to the feeling. When he felt Blaine’s muscles relax again he slowly added another finger, and the sensation sent pleasurable sparks up Blaine’s spine.

Blaine was panting, and Kurt leaned over to kiss Blaine’s temple. “Okay?” he asked.

Blaine nodded vigorously, “Yeah, yeah. Another, come on.”

Kurt rested their foreheads together as he slowly added a third finger. The stretch took a little bit longer to get used to, but when Kurt hit the spot he seemed to be looking for, it made Blaine moan loud and low and it had him begging, “Please, Kurt. Please. I’m ready, I’m ready.”

Kurt nodded and kissed him again as he reached for the condom. Blaine took it out of his hands and ripped open the packaging to put it on Kurt himself. He stroked Kurt a few times once the condom was on, and Kurt groaned, his head dropping forward and leaning over Blaine.

“Blaine…”

“I’m ready, Kurt.”

Kurt grasped himself and lined up with Blaine’s entrance. They kissed again, and Blaine could not help but moan into the other man’s mouth when Kurt started to push in. The stretch made him feel so full, but so good.

Kurt was fully sheathed, and they were panting into each other’s mouths, their foreheads pressed together, each trying to catch their breath.

After a moment, Blaine leaned forward and kissed the first place he could get to, which happened to be the spot next to Kurt’s nose.

Kurt giggled at the action, and stroked Blaine’s cheek and along his hairline.

Blaine nodded, “You can move… Please…”

Slowly, Kurt pulled back, and the drag caused them both to moan. But when Kurt snapped his hips back forward again, it all but knocked the breath out of Blaine. He had never felt so much pleasure in his life as when Kurt kept hitting that little bundle of nerves within him over and over and over again.

Little uh, uh’s were sounding from Blaine as Kurt kept moving in and out of him, and Kurt’s arms had started to shake from holding himself up and from the intensity of the moment.

“Blaine… I can’t. I—“

“Do it, Kurt. Come on. Oh God, please!”

Kurt thrusted a few more times before he was moaning loudly and coming. He kept pumping his hips as he rode out his orgasm, and he grasped Blaine’s neglected cock. After a few strokes, Blaine followed after him, spilling all over their stomachs. Kurt kept pumping into him until they were both fully spent.

Both exhausted, Kurt collapsed onto Blaine’s chest, both of them calming down and catching their breath.

Blaine was stroking his fingers through Kurt’s hair as they relaxed, and Kurt could hear the slowing of Blaine’s rapid heartbeat from where his head was resting on Blaine’s chest.

A few minutes later Blaine began shifting him so that he could move out from under Kurt. Kurt whined at being moved, and Blaine chuckled and kissed his forehead as he slipped out of the bed and to the bathroom. Kurt pulled the condom off and tied it before throwing it in the trashcan near the bed.

Blaine came back with a warm washcloth and began wiping off Kurt’s stomach, cleaning him off. When he was finished, he put the cloth aside, pulled a blanket up, and snuggled into the bed next to Kurt. Kurt took his hand and laced their fingers together as he rubbed his thumb across Blaine’s hand.

Blaine was staring at him with a small smile on his face.

“What are you thinking about?” Kurt asked.

“About how much I am in love with you,” Blaine simply answered.

Kurt beamed. “I love you, too,” he said leaning over to kiss Blaine. “I love you so much.”

They snuggled together under the blanket, and within minutes they were both fast asleep.

~*~*~

Blaine woke up the next morning to sunlight streaming in through the window. He looked around at the unfamiliar environment, but then remembered where he was, who he was with. He couldn’t stop the smile that stretched across his face. He could feel Kurt’s body pressed along his back, and his arms wrapped securely around his middle. When he tried to turn over to face Kurt, he heard him whine a little at the movement. Blaine chuckled, and maneuvered himself in Kurt’s arms so that he if facing him. Kurt still had his eyes closed, but he pulled Blaine closer to him once he stopped moving. Blaine stroked along his hairline, cheek, jaw line… He just couldn’t stop touching him, and marveling at the beauty of this man. He moved forward to press his lips against Kurt’s, and he heard Kurt let out a small “mmm”.

When he pulled back Kurt’s eyes slowly drifted open, and they both smiled.

“Good morning,” Blaine said.

Kurt wound his fingers through Blaine’s wild curls, “Mmm, I would agree with that statement.”

Blaine laughed, and moved back in to kiss him again.

~*~*~

Blaine was leaning up against the doorjamb, and Kurt was leaning over him, staring into his eyes. Blaine really should leave, and go home for the weekend, but with Kurt standing that close to him, looking at him like that, Blaine felt like he couldn’t move away if his life depended on it. Kurt leaned in slowly and captured his lips, kissing him slow and steadily, their lips brushing together over and over again. Blaine felt like he was in utter bliss. There was nowhere else that he would rather be.

Kurt broke the kiss, but stayed in Blaine’s space, resting their foreheads together, his eyes closed, breathing steadily, as if he was just basking in his presence.

Kurt sighed contentedly and said, “I love you.”

Blaine felt the grin spreading across his face. He still could not get used to the fact that Kurt loved him. Maybe he would never get used to it.

He wound his harm around his neck and held him close. “I love you, too,” he said back.

Blaine was in his own little world of heaven.

But it was all about to get dashed away before he even had a chance to fully enjoy it. He should have known that nothing can stay perfect for forever.

~*~*~

They spent the rest of the weekend texting and calling back and forth, and finding any chance they could to hang out with each other. They were trying to make up for the short time they had missed apart.

On Monday at detention they spent it pressed close to each other’s sides, watching the others – mainly Puck—jump around and act silly. Blaine was content to just sit and be near Kurt, for as long as he possibly could.

They stayed behind after the others had left for the day to get a little bit of private time. Which basically meant Kurt pressing Blaine up against the nearest wall and attacking his lips.

After they were both thoroughly flushed and rumpled, they left the room, ready to head out for one of their houses to do homework, and  if they were lucky, a movie and hopefully a lot of cuddling.

“How much homework do you have to do?” Kurt asked as he tangled his fingers with Blaine’s.

Blaine blushed and ducked his head. He still wasn’t used to these small public displays of affection that Kurt would give him.

“Well I have a bit of reading to do and—“

“HUMMEL!”

They turned in time for Karofsky to barrel into them, knocking Blaine to the ground and pushing Kurt up against the lockers with a forceful slam. He had his forearm pressed against Kurt’s throat, and Kurt was struggling to push him off.

“You fucking asshole. That was some stunt you pulled the other day.” Karofsky growled at him.

Blaine quickly got to his feet, and ran to try and push Karofsky away. “Get off of him!”

“WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?”

They all looked over to see Mr. Johnson standing at the end of the hallway. “RELEASE HIM IMMEDIATELY.” He yelled marching over toward the group.

Kurt fell to the ground, as Karofsky stepped away from him, coughing and trying to catch his breath. Blaine immediately ran to him.

Karofsky turned to leave, but was stopped by Mr. Johnson. “Ah-ah, Mr. Karofsky. Unless you wish to be expelled on the spot, you will accompany me to Principle Figgin’s office.”

Kurt had caught his breath and was taking deep breaths as Blaine helped him stand. Mr. Johnson turned to them, “Come along, boys. You too.”

~*~*~

They sat in the chairs outside of Principal Figgins’ office, waiting for their parents to arrive. Karofsky was sitting inside the office with his father whom had already arrived. Kurt and Blaine had told their side of the story when they had first arrived at the office, and Mr. Johnson had backed up their story with what he had seen happen. Principal Figgins had informed them that all of their parents had to be notified. Karofsky and his father sat silently in the office while Kurt and Blaine waited outside.

Their hands were clasped between them, Kurt’s thumb rubbing across Blaine’s hand, and it was almost soothing in its rhythm. It calmed Blaine. Even though on the inside he wanted to freak out and was on the verge of pacing with worry about what might happen next, the slow back-and-forth of Kurt’s thumb across his hand made him want to relax and not worry about anything.

The feeling was short lived, however, when Blaine’s father appeared and stormed into the office. He paused momentarily in front of Kurt and Blaine, but then stomped past them into the interior of the office, slamming the door behind him. Kurt and Blaine could hear him start yelling, but because of the glass between them they could not make out what he was saying, only loud muffled sounds.

A few minutes later, another man arrived. Kurt’s father, Blaine presumed. He too stopped in front of them.

“You Blaine?” He said. Blaine glanced at Kurt momentarily, but then looked back to Mr. Hummel and nodded.

“Yes sir.”

Kurt’s father stuck his hand out to him, and Blaine shook it with his hand that wasn’t being held by Kurt’s.

“It’s good to meet you, Blaine. Although, I must say that I was hoping it wasn’t going to be in the principal’s office,” he said looking over at Kurt.

Kurt sighed, “Dad…”

“Save it,” his dad cut him off. “Let me go in and see what happened, and we can talk afterward.”

Kurt could only nod and stare at his shoes. Burt turned then and went into the office. When he opened the door they could hear the tail end of what Mr. Anderson had been shouting: “AND THIS IS A COMPLETE ABOMINATION!”

They saw Mr. Anderson pause in his tirade and introduce himself to Mr. Hummel, even though he still looked furious over whatever he had been yelling about.

“’Abomination’” Blaine scoffed to himself. “Sounds like a word for ‘disappointment of a son’ if I ever heard one.”

“Stop that,” Kurt said firmly. “You don’t even know what he was talking about.” He pulled Blaine to him so that Blaine could lay his head on his shoulder.

“I thought you said your parents were being accepting of you?”

“My mom is, she’s been great. But my dad has just gotten really awkward and can’t even have a full conversation with me…” Blaine’s hold on Kurt’s hand tightened.

Kurt sighed again, “Oh honey…” and continued to rub circles over his hand. “Everything is going to be alright.”

“How do you know that?” Blaine couldn’t keep from asking, and unable to keep the worry and fear out of his voice.

He felt Kurt shrug his shoulders a little bit before answering, “It just has to.”

They sat there for another fifteen minutes, listening to the men inside talking. Mr. Anderson wasn’t yelling anymore, but they could tell from his tone of voice that he was still angry. Every now and then his voice would grow slightly louder like he was about to start yelling again, but then Mr. Hummel’s voice would interject and seem to calm the situation down somewhat.

After about a half an hour of sitting, waiting and listening, the boys jumped apart in surprise when the door to the office suddenly opened and Mr. Anderson strode out, but not before turning back to the office and saying, “This is completely ridiculous, and I will not stand for it.”

He walked over to Kurt and Blaine, and knelt down in front of Blaine.

“Are you alright?”

Blaine was caught off guard.

“I… what?”

“Are. You. Alright?” Mr. Anderson said, looking unwaveringly at Blaine.

Blaine was so dumbfounded by the change in attitude from what his father had been acting like, he could only nod.

“Okay good,” Mr. Anderson said, and then he turned to Kurt. “Are you alright, too?”

Blaine though he might fall out of his chair. His father was talking to his boyfriend like it was no big deal.

Kurt was more composed than Blaine was, and nodded as well, “Yes sir. Thank you.”

Mr. Anderson nodded and stood up. “This is ridiculous,” he said, muttering to himself. “I cannot believe this happened, and he’s just gonna—“

Then Mr. Hummel walked out of the office. He walked over to Mr. Anderson and shook his hand. “It was nice to meet you. I’m sorry it had to be under such circumstances.”

“Likewise,” Mr. Anderson replied.

Mr. Hummel headed toward the exit of the office. “Kurt, we are leaving.”

Kurt tried to protest, “But—“

“Now.” Mr. Hummel cut him off. Kurt stood to follow his father.

“It was nice to meet you, Kurt,” Mr. Anderson said.

“It was nice to meet you too,” Kurt replied, then turned to Blaine. “I’ll try to call you later, okay?”

Blaine was so staggered by everything that was happening that he could only nod again. Kurt leaned in to kiss him on the cheek quickly before he hurried out after his father.

After a few moments of silence Mr. Anderson said, “He seems nice.”

Blaine was having a hard time keeping himself together. “Yeah, he’s…”

He’s amazing. He’s the love of my life. I don’t know what I would do without him. What is going to happen now?

Blaine looked up at his father. “What is going to happen now?”

Mr. Anderson only sighed, before motioning toward the door. “Let’s go home. We can talk about it there.”