"It was nice of your mom to give me a ride."

Blaine shrugged, pulling some things from his bedside table. "That's generally how she is. Although I'm pretty sure she suspects we're an item." I jerked my head up from the book I was reading to look at him. "Don't worry, I didn't tell her that. She has great intuition, though."

I placed the bookmark in the page to mark my place, leaning forward to pick at the bedspread. "Your mom's alright with you being gay?"

"It's never really bothered her." I averted my eyes as Blaine began to undo the buttons on his dress shirt, smirking slightly when he discovered one was missing from earlier. "I came out two years ago. She smiled and nodded. It was my dad who got worked up about it."

For a moment I was quiet. "What did he do?" My voice was unnaturally soft.

From the corner of my eye I saw Blaine pause in the middle of shrugging his shirt off. "Yelled. Threatened to kick me out." And then in a voice so low I almost didn't catch it, he murmured, "hit me."

I sucked in an airy breath, my heart squeezing painfully. I never really realized how fortunate my dad was about the gay thing. He didn't make a big fuss when I came out, and he never looked at me any differently. He had always just accepted me for who I was. "I'm sorry." I couldn't think of anything else to say.

Blaine, in just dress pants and an undershirt now, walked over to my bed and placed a hand on my knee. "I handled it." There was a smile on his face, but I saw the sadness in his eyes before he could blink it away.

"And now?"

"We're not close. But we're civil. It's better than nothing, I suppose."

Sensing that I needed to change the subject, I quickly made note of something I'd realized only in that moment. "Where are Wes and Jeff?"

"At a party, I'm guessing. That's what usually happens after a big competition. We Dalton boys can't be so dapper all the time." Blaine threw a wink my way, and I blushed hotly. "I'm going to shower." He looked at me and for a moment I thought he was going to give me an invitation to join him – I didn't know if I would be able to refuse – but he just tipped the ends of his mouth up and leaned over quickly to peck me on the cheek. I stared after him as he left the room, wondering how I got so lucky and when my life had suddenly changed for the better.

Blaine's shower was quick; I'd only gotten a few more pages into my novel before he had rejoined me, still rubbing his now curly hair with a towel. I ignored the skip in my chest as I took in his image, his body clad in only a tight-fitting t-shirt and striped boxers. Reflexively my hands tightened into fists by my sides. I watched him silently as he put his towel in the hamper, his hair sticking up in all directions, milling around the room arranging books and stacking papers and fiddling with his phone. Finally I said something.

"Blaine, is everything okay?"

It was the second time I'd asked him today. He looked over at me with a puzzling expression, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth set into a frown. Blaine set down his phone on his bed and wordlessly walked around his bed to mine, sitting down next to me by my knees. He seemed to be inwardly reflective about something, so I let him be until he was ready to talk.

"So about before, when we kissed . . ."

"Yes?" My heart was thudding painfully now. My mind raced, thoughts jumbled and confusing. What if he wanted to take back what he said? What if he regretted what happened?

"You had told me just before that you would have taken your own life, had you not met me. Is that true?"

I looked down, ashamed. "Yes. I attempted it twice before. I knew it was only a matter of time before I finally got it right."

A hand shot out to grab my arm, making me tense up instantly. Seeing how still I'd become, Blaine released the pressure of his grip, but he was still touching me. "Please, don't say that Kurt. I don't know what I'd do without you."

I smiled, but it was self-deprecating, and Blaine knew it. "No one's ever said that to me before."

"Well I mean it." Blaine placed a hand under my chin, lifting my head up. "You have me, Kurt. All of me. And you're going to be okay."

And when he said it, in that instant I finally believed it. Before there was always that question, would I survive the day, make it to tomorrow, or would something happen that would cause me to enter that dark place again? But here he was, my guardian angel, my saving grace, protecting me from ever having to go back. Finally, there was something good in my life that was mine, that I could hold on to. I leaned up and kissed him, placing my hands on his face and shutting my eyes, giving in to the sensations and the feel of his arms wrapping around my back.

I pulled back to whisper into his ear. "Take me, please Blaine. I want everything. I want to feel everything. I want to feel you." I felt the shiver that ran down Blaine's back to the base of his spine, his breath heated and rapid against my neck. He groaned at my words, latching on to my skin and sucking, then pulling back to bite and lick at the mark he'd created. Gathering my strength, I lay back and pulled Blaine on top of me, feeling him rest his body against mine, hips locking with hips and chests rising and falling in unison as we breathed together. I laced my fingers through the soft curls of his hair, feeling Blaine's lips glide across his collarbone and place wet kisses on my jaw. When he reached my lips he pulled back to look at me, and I saw hesitation in his dark amber eyes. "Are you sure about this?"

I nodded fervently, pulling him back down to kiss him roughly, tongues sliding against each other urgently. "Yes," I murmured against his lips, bucking my hips up sharply into his, earning a gasp from Blaine as his eyelids fluttered and then shut. I did it again, relishing in the delicious friction that relieved some of the growing tension in that area. My hands shaking, I scrambled to find the hem of Blaine's t-shirt, but he sat back until he was straddling my waist and pulled it off himself. Immediately my hands found his skin, marveling in the expanse of smooth tanned skin. I ran my fingertips over his tight stomach and softly-defined abs, brushing against his dusky nipples and over the sharp protrusion of his collarbone. He stilled and allowed me to explore this very new territory, my hands traveling downward, past his bellybutton and down further . . . until my hands were resting on the waistband of his boxer shorts. By now, his arousal was very apparent, but before I could decide what I wanted to do, Blaine's hands were around my wrists, pulling them away from his waist. I was mildly disappointed, and it must have been apparent on my face because Blaine kissed my pout away and slid my own shirt up and over my head. Before I had time to be self-conscious, he was bringing my wrists to his mouth, kissing each scar I'd created with a tenderness that had been absent until that moment. I saw tears in his eyes, and I wanted to tell him that now was not the moment, I begged him not to ask, and he didn't. Carefully he dropped my arms and they fell across my chest immediately, in a non-deliberate attempt at covering myself up. Blaine pushed my hands away, and I squirmed under his gaze as he stared down at me. I wondered if he liked what he saw, or if I had somehow become even more appalling to him. His expression was utterly unreadable, his pupils so blown they completely drowned out the amber. I watched as his tongue snaked out and swiped across his pale pink lower lip, before leaning down to take one of my nipples into his mouth. I gasped as his teeth clamped down on the sensitive nub, biting and pulling gently. My hands dug into his hair, pulling in an attempt to find any sort of purchase. Blaine's hips rubbed steadily against mine, and I heard myself whimpering uncontrollably as his mouth moved further down my body, placing open-mouthed kisses to my sternum, down to my stomach, where he dipped a tongue into my belly button. I giggled and pushed his head down automatically, and he dragged his mouth down to the waistband of the jeans I'd changed into after the show, and my legs were shaking as Blaine slowly undid the button and pulled the zipper down. I gulped down my nervousness as he leisurely dragged the tight jeans off my legs. Blaine's face came level with my underwear, and I turned my head into the pillow in embarrassment as he took in my obvious excitement.

"Kurt," he said, his voice low and husky. I peeked at him with one eye, and he was chuckling in amusement. I felt the heat rise to my cheeks, but Blaine was shaking his head. "No no, I just wanted you to look at me. Are you not enjoying it?"

I covered my face with my hand. "In case you couldn't tell, I'm enjoying this very much."

A sneaky smile crossed Blaine's face. "Then pay attention." And in one swift motion, Blaine pulled down my underwear and swiped his tongue up to the top of my cock. I let out an undignified squeal, shouting his name as he bobbed his head up and down, the soft scrap of teeth making me hiss and shake. My chest heaved and my breathing was ragged, but I was doing well at staving off my orgasm until Blaine looked up into my eyes, and when my eyes met his deep dark golden ones, I lost it. My hips bucked wildly as Blaine took me from his mouth and worked me through my white-hot high with his hand. Whimpering, my movements slowed and my vision went black for a few moments at the intense amount of pleasure coursing through my body. I felt Blaine place gentle kisses to my hipbones, but I was too exhausted even to open my eyes and look at him. After a while, I felt him move back up my body. When at last I looked at him, his eyes were expectant and his cheeks were flushed. I realized I should say something, but the only thing I could think of was, "Have you done that before?"

It clearly wasn't what he was expecting me to say, but he blinked away his surprise and pecked me on the nose. "Nope."

"I'm your first?"

Blaine's gaze went cold. "I thought that was obvious."

"Oh, no, Blaine, I didn't mean to imply—I mean, I just assumed . . . Please don't be insulted, honest, you just seem experienced, is all—,"

"Just enthusiastic." Our lips met in kiss that tasted like midnight and salt, and I felt him press his pelvis into my thigh.

"Oh my god, I'm being so selfish. Blaine, do you want me to—,"

"No," he said, shaking his head. "You don't owe me anything. I'll take care of it later."

I laughed into his neck, wondering how he could be so chivalrous even in bed. My hands skated over the smooth expanse of skin down his back, circling his waist and hooking my thumbs into the waistband of his boxers. Face still buried in his shoulder, I slid them down and my hands moved downward to encircle him. Immediately I heard him moan, him moving his hips towards my hands. He felt incredibly warm and heavy in my palm, and it was too dry but it didn't matter because the moment was so electrifying and there had never been an instance in my life where I felt more complete and safe and right, Blaine holding me in his arms. I was surrounded by him and I was drowning in his scent, something like sunshine and citrus. His hips were stuttering and I slanted my mouth over his, silencing his moans and his chants of don'tstoppleaseKurtdon'tstopI'msoclose, and with a final tug, I pulled him over the edge, and he broke the kiss to scream into my shoulder, something muffled that sounded suspiciously like my name. His shuddering breaths were equally matched by mine, and I felt horribly under-experienced about what to do next. Blaine's body was like a furnace next to mine, and my stomach was feeling particularly sticky. As Blaine gently mouthed at my neck, I grabbed some tissues from my bedside table, cleaning us up as best I could before throwing them in the trash can and snuggling up by his side.

"You're glowing," Blaine remarked, stroking the top of my arm. I turned my head into the pillow, still in disbelief about what I had just done. "Do you regret it?" Blaine's voice wavered.

I shook my head disbelievingly, a little giggle escaping my lips. "Are you kidding? Tonight may have been the single most amazing night of my life."

"It was pretty mindblowing," he agreed.

"I love you."

I don't know what had made me say it, but I had been waiting for the right time and there wasn't really ever the right time to say it. Blaine only smiled though, lacing his hand with mine, squeezing tightly. "I love you too."

"Stay with me tonight?"

"Always."

I fell asleep with Blaine's arms around my shoulders, and for the first time I understood what home felt like.