"Tell me why you're getting coffee with Blaine again?" Burt asked as he parked in front of the Lima Bean. Kurt hoped that his expression was passive enough so he wouldn't give anything away, but the heat in his cheeks was not as easy to hide.

"Just discussing stuff about the Cheerios, that's all," he answered slowly, thinking that if he said it too quickly his father would become suspicious. Thankfully enough, it seemed to satisfy him...almost. As Kurt was getting out of the car, Burt called him back over.

"You never told me how it went last night. You two had a good time?" He inquired. Damn it, Kurt cursed internally. He couldn't avoid it any longer.

"Yes, Dad, of course," Kurt rolled his eyes, "now I've got to go in there and meet my bo-my friend, who's probably wondering where I am." Kurt's phone buzzed in his pocket the moment he almost slipped. He said goodbye and swiftly departed from the car, the bells on the door jingling as he entered the cafe.

Last night, Kurt had a very difficult time sleeping, partially due to the fact that he'd made the stupid mistake of having some chocolate to try to calm his nerves, since he always ate chocolate when change came. While the caffeine was rather stimulating, the main thing that kept Kurt wide awake for a few hours was the constant replaying of Blaine's kisses in his mind. He felt as if he had become an alcoholic just after a few tastes of those damn addictive lips. His memory of their touch was beginning to fade; all Kurt knew was that his body yearned for more.

While this took up the majority of his night, Kurt also considered the status of their relationship. He wasn't sure if he was upset that they couldn't go public, or relieved. There was a scary intimidation that he associated with things like holding hands in the hallways, but also a curious fascination.

There was no way they could do so, though, not without risking Coach Sue finding out. The absolute last thing he wanted to happen was have her find out that they had any kind of romantic affiliation. He knew that she'd target him, not Blaine. Blaine was obviously her favorite, since she rarely ever raised her voice at him. She would blame Kurt for distracting Blaine or come up with some sort of bullshit just so she can make a show of kicking him off the team.

He wondered how the rest of the school would react if they didn't veil their relationship. An ominous feeling bubbled in his core as he lingered on the thought, and decided to push it to the back of his mind. He sensed that they wouldn't take to kindly to it.

How would Santana and Brittany react? From what he learned the night before, they was definitely something going on between them. Santana would never admit to doing such a thing, since she had a reputation to uphold as the school slut, as did Brittany. For the first and perhaps only time in his life, Kurt felt bad for Santana. She was such an insufferable bitch, but he could see why-she had to hide herself, just as Blaine had.

He hoped that his hidden relationship with Blaine wouldn't turn them to be as bitter as her.

"Kurt!" Blaine waved his hand as Kurt found him standing near the front. "Did you get my text?"

Crap. "I did, but I couldn't see it, since my dad was asking me about last night. That's why I'm late."

Blaine looked at his watch. "Kurt, it's five minutes after one. And I think it's better that you don't look at it..." He ducked his head a little, color tinging his cheeks.

"Now I'm going to have to look at it," Kurt teased, something stirring in his chest at the fact that Blaine was embarrassed. Blaine groaned and took Kurt's arm, dragging him to the counter so they could get their coffees.

They found a cozy corner towards the back of the Lima Bean after they bought their drinks (a medium drip and a grande non-fat mocha, Blaine's treat despite Kurt's pleas) with a table for two and took their seats.

"So," Blaine began as he leaned back in his chair, "anything happen since I last saw you last night?"

"Not really. I got up really late today, and then remembered we had this...date," he let the unfamiliar word roll off of his tongue, "my dad wasn't too happy with the fact that I told him last-minute to drive me."

"Did you tell him why you were meeting me? He already kind of knows that I like you, I guess," Blaine smiled.

"Nah, you were cryptic enough about it yesterday. I told him this was for cheerleading. I don't think I'm ready to tell him, or that he's ready to know that I have a...boyfriend. Wow, I just came out this summer and I already have a boyfriend," he said under his breath in disbelief. Blaine stretched his hand out and took Kurt's, which was sitting by his coffee. His thumb traced little circles around Kurt's knuckles, sending aberrant tingles through his nerves.

"You can't imagine how I feel, then," he replied, "and you can tell him when you're ready. I don't even want to think about how my parents would react." His face fell slightly, and the only thing Kurt could think of doing was giving Blaine's hand a tiny, reassuring squeeze. To Kurt's surprise, it worked, as Blaine's face brightened immediately.

"Let's talk about other things," his voice grew more chipper to match his growing smile, "like how we're going to work this whole thing out. When can we see each other?"

"Well...you can always come over to my house, although Friday nights are off-limits." Kurt said deadpanned, and Blaine cocked his head. "My dad insists on having family dinner together on Fridays, although I should be able to bring my boyfriend and Finn should be able to bring Quinn, only my dad is able to bring Carole home."

"Carole?" He asked. "Is your dad...?" Kurt realized that he hadn't told Blaine.

"No...my mom passed away when I was eight. Carole, Finn's mom, is my dad's girlfriend."

"I don't know how you want me to say to that."

That was a different response than what Kurt expected. "What?" Kurt asked, not understanding what Blaine meant.

"Sorry, I know it sounded bad. It's just that sometimes people want condolences for something like that, where a loved one died a long time ago, or they're adamant about you not saying anything at all. I can't figure it out for you, and I don't want to offend you by saying which side I'm leaning towards."

"All right, tell me what you think," Kurt ordered, and Blaine grinned.

"Now you've made it easy. You're the latter. I guess I should've known, since your dad is kind of like that. When he told me-this was that day at the shop-I sputtered a bunch of 'I'm sorrys' and he just waved them away. Although there may have been a tear or two in his eyes when he told me you're a lot like her."

"Wait, you already knew?" He was simultaneously touched and irritated by his father's compliment, since his mother was the kindest woman he'd ever known, but he was upset that his dad told Blaine before him.

"I didn't know about your dad's girlfriend, that was all. Okay, okay, let's change the subject from sad stuff. I can go over to your house, you can come over to mine. My parents usually work late, so we can have the house to ourselves..." Heat rose up to Kurt's neck, face, and ears at the many hidden implications of the statement; Blaine seemed to be slightly uncomfortable with what he said as well, as he withdrew his hand from Kurt's and drank his medium drip. A strangled "oh" was all Kurt could manage.

"I mean, ah, crap," Blaine recovered after the momentary silence, "I don't-I didn't mean to say it that way, and that's not what I meant...fuck, we do have to discuss...that at one point."

"What did you really mean?" Kurt queried, skirting the subject that he did not want to talk about. Kissing was nice, but the thought of doing anything else brought about negative memories of Blaine that he'd rather not recall.

"I meant that we can do stuff without my parents being there to breathe down our necks or potentially kick us out because they're still not happy about everything. And by stuff I mean like...talking, doing homework together, watching movies..."

"Aside from the whole homework thing, which sounds really boring, that sounds amazing." Kurt said genuinely. "Also, we have Wednesday nights, since Coach doesn't seem like she wants those to end."

"We can continue them if you want, but I think you're perfectly fine, to be honest...she just likes intimidating you. She also thinks that we hate each other."

"She couldn't be more wrong." Kurt grinned into his next sip of his drink.

"God, you don't know how much I want to kiss you right now," Blaine groaned, and something fluttered in Kurt's stomach. Aren't you done with that? Kurt asked himself, but knew the answer was still and would forever remain as no.

"I just..." Blaine leaned over the table, beckoning Kurt to come nearer so he could whisper. "I don't want to rush anything. Kissing you even seemed a little too fast. I don't regret it at all, though," his lips were so close to Kurt's ear, "but I want to take things slowly. Based on...earlier events...as I said before, we'll discuss them when the time is right, I can understand if you don't want to do...physicality. I really don't want to mess this up. Before, I just thought you were hot," Kurt bit his tongue to try to hold in his laughter-hot was the absolute last adjective he'd use to describe his appearance, "but once I got to know you, I realized how beautiful you are inside and out. God, I was such an idiot for wanting to jump the gun; how can you even look at me?" Blaine pulled away.

"Maybe because you're the one who's hot," Kurt slipped before he realized what he was saying, and looked up into Blaine's shocked eyes.

"I don't know what is keeping me from kissing you right now. I go through this whole speech, and you say just a couple of words and I'm broken with all of my pieces scattered on the floor."

"You're too eloquent for me to fall apart. I'm in more of a state of shock when I listen to you."

"Oh, Kurt, this is absolutely ridiculous. Here I go again," Blaine remarked, and brought his coffee to his lips. There was a long pause as they looked at each other, simply taking in each other's presence.

"Text your dad and tell him I'll have you home by 5 the latest." Blaine unexpectedly jumped up out of his seat, startling Kurt.

"What? Why?!" He took his phone out of his pocket anyway, unsure of where Blaine was going with this.

"There's something I want to show you. Come on!" He took Kurt by the arm and quickly led him towards the back entrance; Kurt threw out their empty cups while he let Blaine drag him along.

"Blaine, please, are you kidnapping me?" Kurt asked as Blaine gestured that he take the passenger seat.

"Just text your dad. I think you'll like this." Blaine briefly departed from him and then reappeared at his side, turning on the engine. Kurt sighed in defeat and took out his cell.

"That was quick," Kurt commented a few minutes later, snapping his head up after checking the confirmation text from his dad. They were at an old soccer field tucked in a local neighborhood, hidden by a fence of trees. Kurt remembered a distant memory of Burt and his mother flying kites here when he was very young, maybe three or four. "Why are we here? I don't do soccer, or any other sports aside from cheer."

"I wouldn't do that to you, Kurt," Blaine responded as he opened the doors to the car, "just wait a little bit; I'll tell you eventually." He made a hand gesture for Kurt to stay while he got out of the car, walking towards the back. Kurt heard Blaine open the trunk.

"I hope there isn't a body in there," he called out of the open window, and Blaine laughed.

"We're not on an episode ofHannibal; relax," Blaine responded, and suddenly appeared at Kurt's side with something in his arms. He beckoned Kurt to follow him with the nod of his head. Confused, Kurt got out of the car and ran after Blaine.

They walked out into the patchy field, the goals looking rather sad with their rusted posts and tattered nets. Blaine opted for the highest-quality area of grass by the kick-off spot in the middle of the pitch and laid the mysterious object in his hands down on it. It turned out to be an outdoor blanket, large enough to fit the two of them rather comfortably.

"I figured that we could just look at the clouds or whatever and talk, but that seems kind of corny and lame now that I can physically see it," Blaine said sheepishly. "It seemed like such a good idea in my head."

"No, no, this is fine." Kurt sat himself down on the polyester fabric, letting his upper body fall so he was looking up at the sky. Blaine followed suit, his hand brushing Kurt's as he settled himself on the blanket. He was very, very close; Kurt could smell his cologne even over the pungent, inexplicable scent of autumn in the air. It smelled like...Blaine.

"So, what did you plan on talking about?" Kurt queried, watching as a small cloud momentarily covered the sun. Blaine took his time to answer.

"Actually, I didn't think we'd do that much talking," he answered, and Kurt turned his head to face him. Blaine's red face was only inches away; he seemed to be as embarrassed as Kurt. He wasn't sure how it got so intimidating all of a sudden, the idea of kissing Blaine. He'd done it just yesterday. It's because we're alone-completely alone, he figured after a few more grueling moments of silence.

"I think-I think we should talk. Not that I don't want to-" of course Kurt wanted to kiss him- "but maybe...maybe we can talk about...that. God, this is our first official day as boyfriends and we're already discussing this." He groaned, and Blaine moved his hand to cover Kurt's.

"Considering that I have a history of being handsy with you, I understand. Why don't we do a Q and A about it...you can ask me anything."

"Define 'anything.'"

"Well, you can ask me stuff in general, I don't really care, but since we're setting the grounds of our relationship, I think we should stick to those sort of questions." Blaine sent him a shy grin, and Kurt returned it.

"I don't even know what to ask," He replied nervously, "can I start with a simple one and work my way over to...that?"

"Yeah, but I should be able to ask questions too! We'll alternate, okay?"

"Sure, but I go first. Um...morning or night person?" It was the first question to pop up into his head.

"Me? Hm, I thought you'd go with something like 'what's your favorite color'...anyway, you'd be surprised to know that I'm a morning person. I wake up really early to do my hair and I don't have a problem with it-"

"You need all that time to cement your hair down?" Kurt interjected, and Blaine shook his head.

"Hummel, that's two questions, so I get to ask you two. But yes, my hair is pretty wild when it's untamed in the morning. I can practically hear you asking me if you can see it!" Blaine added as Kurt stared at him, thinking the same exact thing. "The answer is no, absolutely not, and now that's three questions."

"But I didn't say anything!" Kurt protested.

"Too bad. All right, let's see...do you like being on the Cheerios?"

"Are you asking-ah, crap, I'm so bad at this. Um, I guess I do, but not as much as glee. Although I'm not sure what's going on with the plan to destroy it; you've been kind of quiet about that." He turned his question into a comment and looked to Blaine for an answer.

"Okay, that's kind of a question but not really, and I guess I should give you a freebie and answer it. I see how much you like glee, and to be honest...I kind of like it. I can't say I like it better than the Cheerios, because I do love cheer, but Glee is music, and I love music. I guess we're going to have to hold a meeting with the others because, unfortunately, Coach will kill us if we don't follow through. She's already mad that we've barely done anything. I have heard Santana say that she's up to something, though...okay, next question. Have you ever been kissed? I mean, besides yesterday," he laughed a little along with Kurt.

"I think I was 5 or 6 when this girl came over and just kissed me out of nowhere while we were on the playground at school, and then ran away. She wasn't even in my class, either; I think her name was Mary or something. Aside from that, though...never, up until yesterday." He blushed.

"That's okay. I'm glad. I'm going to have to hunt down that Mary girl, though." They laughed, and Blaine's face soon fell. "Okay, I'm sorry if this question will make you...uncomfortable, but I have to...sex."

"That's not a question." Kurt felt a strangle tingling on the back of his neck and...other places.

Blaine lifted himself up onto his elbows and looked around before responding to Kurt's statement. "Just checking that we're still alone," he said as he returned, moving a little closer to Kurt, "I don't want anyone to hear this and be scarred for life, especially little kids...But I know, I just want to know if it's okay that I ask you about it."

"Yeah, but..."

"But what? You don't know much about it, do you?" Blaine asked quietly.

"Well, when a woman and a man love each other very much, they-"

"No, not a woman and a man, a man and a man." Blaine cut him off, but still kept the smirk on his face from Kurt's sass.

Kurt hesitated. "Well...no, not really. I mean, I've tried watching...those movies, you know, right after I came out to see what I was getting myself into...but their poor mothers; I couldn't take it. And..."

"And what?" Blaine implored, his eyes still wide from Kurt's admission to watching porn, and Kurt sighed in defeat.

"It seemed...unsanitary. I like romance, and just the touch of the fingertips. The little that I saw seemed so...animalistic. Have you ever...?" Kurt asked,

"Of course I've watched porn," Kurt's heart stuttered at the word, even though he had a feeling that Blaine watched it, "I went and found everything out on my own. I can see where you're coming from, but...Kurt, have you ever eventouchedyourself before?"

"That's an extremely personal question," Kurt answered, instantly putting his guard up. To tell the truth...he never had. He'd obviously gotten boners before, but he'd never "taken care" of them. It was, for whatever reason, completely embarrassing for him: he'd just imagine something else to cool him down, like a football game or a Victoria's Secret advertisement. There were times, especially like that night after he met Blaine, that he'd considered it, but he couldn't bring himself to.

"I'm sorry if I'm overstepping, but...is that a yes or no?" Blaine pressed on softly. He was not touching Kurt anymore, but he was staring deeply into his eyes, begging for an answer.

"I elect to pass. You're already over the question limit." Blaine groaned. Kurt wasn't exactly sure why he was so adamant in avoiding the subject; it was probably because he was mortified in discussing the subject of sex. "Okay...have you ever...done stuff with anyone? Santana mentioned something about you being hands-on at parties-"

"Oh, I am going to murder her," Blaine hissed savagely, "no. Maybe once or twice, but with people I don't know who came onto me. Ah, shit, that sounds wrong, you know what I mean. We never got any farther than making out, okay?" He finally added. "I don't really have any experience. That's kind of expected since I just outed myself...whatever. Let me think of another question...oh, here we go-what do you want to do about your lack of knowledge?"

"What do you have in mind?" Kurt countered, thinking that Blaine himself probably wanted to teach him...and not through talking.

"Aw, c'mon, you can't answer with a question! Fine: to be honest, I wanted to talk to your dad about that. About him talking to you. Yes, I meanthatTalk." He added, a sly grin on his face as Kurt quickly shook his head in disagreement.

"Oh, God, this is hard enough for me right now and you want me to talk to my dad!?" Kurt shouted, and Blaine grabbed his hand to try to calm him down.

"Shh, relax, Kurt. You know this was going to happen at some point, and knowing your dad, he isn't going to like it either. Also...I don't want to do anything with you until you're properly educated. That sounds so lame, but it's true. I made the mistake of pressuring you before, and I don't want to do it again. I just feel it's unfair to you that you don't know that much and I do. Your dad has a right to know as well, since I'm pretty sure he doesn't know a thing about the works of our sort of physicality. My turn for a question, and I'm going to steer away from sex now, since I can tell it's overwhelming you. Don't give me that look, Hummel! Okay, what did you think when you first saw me?"

With that kind of question, we're still on the topic of sex. "Wait, you owe me, like, two questions!" He it off Blaine's many protests with a light slap on his wrist. "Favorite season; go."

Blaine groaned. "There's a reason why you are avoiding my question, and I'm going to find out. My favorite season is probably spring. Not too hot, not too cold, and everything seems new. It's great weather to perform in. I don't know, there's just this beautiful appeal to spring...and of course, cheer Nationals. Okay, next question, and then you have to answer mine."

"Fine, then, I want to know what you thought about me the first time you saw me. My answer is...embarrassing, definitely a lot worse than yours." He can't ever know what happened that night, but perhaps what I thought throughout the day...

"You want a completely honest answer?" Blaine asked, and Kurt have him a quick nod. "I wanted to do this," he leaned in and brushed his lips against Kurt's, sending a quick burst of electricity throughout his body. Blaine instantly pulled away, grinning at Kurt's shocked expression. "Well, somewhat; I knew there was something different about you. Something that, y'know, made me...this sounds so corny, I'm sorry...feel things I'd never really felt before. It's weird. I got scared, though, of what I was feeling. That's why I was such a dick to you afterwards. I didn't want my secret to get out, and simply your presence jeopardized that. Now-"

"Wait, wait, wait, just answer this one question, and then I'll do two. I almost forgot about this: you and Brittany that day in front of my locker. What the hell was that?"

Blaine's face deepened a few shades in what seemed like an impossibly short amount of time. "This is so embarrassing, I'm sorry. Okay, so I liked you, as I said before, and I kind of disliked you at the same time because you blatantly did not reciprocate my feelings. I wanted...to make you jealous, really, that was basically my intention. I knew where your locker was, and I just asked Brittany if she was up for an impromptu make-out session. I also kind of needed to get my...frustrations out. That's kind of hard when you're kissing a girl, though," he scrunched up his nose a little, which Kurt had noticed that he did it pretty often and found it adorable.

"I also kind of wanted to strangle you then, and maybe sort of wanted to take Brittany's place. Yeah, though, I kind of felt the same way about you, except the things I was feeling were perhaps not as...clean as yours," Kurt did not even try to meet Blaine's eyes, for he knew he couldn't. "Then you kind of became a douchebag so I strongly disliked you. No, I'm not using a euphemism to soften the blow, it's just that I was still somewhat...attracted to you. I don't know, it's dumb."

"It's not dumb. I was dumb. Everything was dumb. Let's end this Q and A. We can talk about stuff later, but not at school, since we can't risk being overheard. Or being seen doing this," he cupped Kurt's face with his hands and swooped down to kiss him once again.

"One more question," Kurt said breathlessly when they broke apart after a few long moments, "am I a good kisser?"

"I don't know, I think I have to test your ability a few more times," Blaine replied mischievously, and brought Kurt's face towards his once again.

"You okay, Kurt? You look a little flustered," Burt asked about an hour later. Kurt had just entered the house after Blaine dropped him off, not without a hug and a kiss goodbye.

"I'm fine, just dandy," Kurt practically sang as he took off his shoes and headed towards his room.

"Kurt, no one says 'dandy.' How was your coffee with Blaine? What else did you two do; it doesn't take that long to just have a drink."

"Not much; we went to a park and talked."About a lot of stuff that maybe you wouldn't like. And during the last hour, we didn't do that much talking at all."I'm going to his house on Saturday if that's okay." Blaine had invited him over since his parents were going to a funeral for most of the day; they were going to watch a movie."It's a surprise."

"That's fine, I guess, as long as you're back by six because we're going to dinner with the Hudsons again."

"Come on, Dad, we're seeing them on Friday as well, can't I skip out this one time?" They'd been out with the Hudsons at least once a week for a month now, and Kurt hadn't missed it once. "Sometimes Finn goes out with Quinn instead; this isn't any different."Oh, the irony.

Burt considered his pitch. "Fine. Then you're going to be in for a surprise when you get back."

"Wait, what?" Kurt shouted. "Tell me!"

"You're just going to have to wait," Burt called back from the closet, where he was getting his coat. "Someone needs an emergency favor at the shop, so I'll be out for a bit. If it gets to be too late, there's some stuff in the fridge. See you."

"Thanks for frustrating me. Bye." Kurt plopped himself onto the couch in front of the television and turned on the television. He was flipping through the channels when he stopped at ABC Family, which was playing a movie. He suddenly had a thought and reached for his phone.

"Are we going to watchThe Notebook?"

"Kurt, I literally just saw you. And no, we aren't. Why?"

"It's on right now, and I was just wondering."

"Oh. Is that the reason why you called?"

"I guess. And maybe...maybe I miss you a little bit." He answered truthfully, and heard a distant laugh from the speakers.

"You are too cute. I did want to talk to you, though. I am kind of nervous for tomorrow."

"Why? No one knows about us." Yet. Kurt figured that after the call he'd tell Rachel, since he couldn't keep it hidden any longer. Well, he wasn't going to tell her until she swore on all of her Barbara Streisand paraphernalia that she would keep it a secret.

"Yeah, but...I was wondering if I could at least tell people that I have a boyfriend, because then they'd at least they'd know that...no, I'm not going to say it, that is so inappropriate."

"Say it or else I won't come over on Saturday."

"Not fair. Okay, they'd know that I like dick."

"They might take it that you like Dick, as in Richard," Kurt pointed out, and Blaine laughed again.

"I guess that could kind of work too, but I don't like Richard, I like you." He said quietly. Kurt smiled despite the fact that Blaine couldn't see him.

"I'm not surprised you told me that, since I do recall your reply when I called you a dick." Even though he knew Burt was gone, he still looked around to make sure he was alone.

"Ugh, please don't bring that up," Blaine grumbled. "Do you think that could work, though? Telling people that I have a boyfriend?"

"I guess, but you can't just run to the top of the stairs outside and be like 'hey everyone, I'm taken!' because that's crazy-obnoxious and-"

"No, don't worry, I'll figure out something. I already have something planned out, actually, but I'm not going to tell you."

"Damn it! No one is telling me anything." Kurt sighed, and Blaine immediately tried to solace him.

"If it's any consolation, I can tell you that I had a really nice time with you today...or rather, this entire weekend. It was probably the best weekend of my life, actually."

Kurt was rendered speechless for a second, then realized that he was being stupid. "That was kind of expected, but thanks, I guess," he replied. "Well, I've got to go, but I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Sure. I'd say that I hate to see you go, but one, we've spent most of the day together, and two, I can't see you."

"Oh, Blaine. Okay, bye," Kurt said somewhat reluctantly, and hung up, hearing Blaine heave out a happy sigh on the other end before the line was cut off. As much as he wanted to keep talking with him, he figured that it was time.

After he checked the text from Blaine asking where he was at the Lima Bean ("Are you on your way here? I miss you and need you here (and my coffee"), he pulled up a contact on his phone and dialed the number.

"Hey, Rachel, can you talk? I've got something to tell you, but I need you to go into your room, try to sound proof it as much as you can, and take out everything you have related to Barbara Streisand..."