"What, dad?

"When is Blaine coming over?"

"He'll be here any minute!"

"Good, because I want to take Finn and Carole out to eat before the game, and we are going to have to leave earlier than we first planned." They had tickets for the Columbus Clippers game that evening.

Burt insisted on talking to the boys about the pride march that they were attending for the first time. Being the involved father he was, Burt was doing everything in his power to make sure Kurt and Blaine kept their wits about them.

Within five minutes Blaine was at the front door. Burt immediately ushered him into the living room. Blaine knew that the living room was reserved for special or more serious occasions and he felt his mouth go dry as Burt invited him to take a seat. Burt went back to the hallway and yelled, "Kurt! Blaine is here! We are in the living room!"

Kurt bounded down the steps and into the living room. He had not seen Blaine since Wednesday. He grinned and went over to sit beside him on the sectional, putting his arms around Blaine's waist and hugging his chest. "Hi ya!" he said sweetly, helping to calm Blaine's nerves a bit. Blaine hugged him back, and then both boys sat up looking expectantly at Burt.

"Sorry I tackled you the minute you got here, Blaine. We decided to leave earlier than planned so we can try out that new steakhouse across from Huntington Park. You knew I wanted to talk to you both about going into Columbus tomorrow?" Burt did not really wait for an answer. "Well, I don't know how your parents feel about you doing this Blaine, but I'm not really wild about the idea. Of course I'm not going to stand in your way."

I don't like the unpredictability of it…I know it is a party atmosphere and the march attracts a lot of different people. You are probably going to see some things that you have never seen before." Kurt wanted to roll his eyes and say, "Really, dad? That is sort of the point." but he didn't. He did not want the lecture to last any longer that it had to.

"But I worry more about the people who show up at these things who are not supportive of gays – religious fanatics, crazies, red necks. I know there is security because I called the Columbus Police Department to speak to them about it, but I want you to stay where there are lots of people, okay? And if you see trouble brewing, for Christ's sake get the hell out of there."

"I do expect you boys to use your common sense. I want you to stay together, okay? That may sound silly, because I imagine you two will be attached at the hip. But look out for each other okay? Charge up your phones and if you have any trouble at all, call us right away." Burt finally stopped to take a breath and it turned into a sigh.

"I want you both to know that I am proud of you and I would fight with my last breath for your rights to love each other. I want you to be who you are and I want you to live in a world where you can do everything you want to do. I don't doubt but what these parades serve a purpose. But your old man just worries, you know?" Burt was leaning forward with his hands clasped in front of him looking directly at Kurt.

Kurt nodded in grateful understanding. It had been the two of them against the world for such a long time.

"Now, do you guys know where you are going tomorrow? Where are you going to park?" Obviously the lecture was over.

The boys glanced at one another and Blaine said, "I'm pretty sure Kurt has that all planned."

"Dad, I have a complete itinerary printed out and ready to go," agreed Kurt, sitting primly with his hands on his knees.

Okay, good enough." Burt stood up, and the boys followed suit. "Well, I'll probably see you tomorrow before you leave." Burt took three steps over to where the young men were standing next to each other in the late afternoon light of the living room. He put one arm around the shoulder of each boy and pulled them to him in a quick hug. Then he walked out of the living room.

The boys looked at each other with bemused expressions. Kurt grinned with excitement. He took his boyfriend's hand and quickly kissed each knuckle. Then he pulled Blaine into the hallway towards the kitchen. "Are you hungry? I made us a chicken salad with fresh pineapple and mango for dinner. You'll love it!"

"Where should I put my bag?" Blaine walked over to pick up his overnight bag where he had left it near the door. He would be staying the night, but not in Kurt's room. "How about in the family room? Dad says you will have to sleep on the couch." Kurt said rather loudly and pouted prettily at Blaine.

Burt spoke from another room, "That's what we agreed upon Kurt," with a warning tone to his voice.

"That is fine, Burt." Blaine quickly assured him. "Thanks for letting me stay."

After several moments of scrambling to make sure they had everything – tickets, seat pads, binoculars, a blanket if it cooled off when the sun set- the Clippers fans rushed out the door leaving the house perfectly quiet. The boys let the welcome stillness sink in for a moment. Then Blaine grinned widely at Kurt and cheered, "Go Clippers!"

They had the house to themselves!

Kurt placed broad lettuce leaves on dinner plates and scooped the chicken salad out of a mixing bowl. He garnished both plates with sliced strawberries and topped the heaps of chicken mixture with pecan halves. As he stood back to admire his work he wondered briefly if he should snap a picture to send to his Facebook page. He had a photo folder on his culinary creations. Then Kurt pulled a small plate out of the cupboard for several of the oatmeal cookies he had baked that afternoon.

Blaine was already on the deck with a tray of napkins, glasses and silverware and instructions to return for the iced pitcher of lemonade. He loved it when they could play house and he could fantasize about a time – hopefully when they were in college- that they could live in an apartment together. One of his favorite recent memories was the talk he and Kurt had about moving to New York City to attend college.

Blaine had set their dinner plates close to each other on one side of the table so their backs would be to the sun as it lowered in the western sky. They savored their meal slowly arms brushing against one another companionably as they chatted and laughed. Despite Kurt's recitation of the nutritional value of pecans, most of Blaine's found their way onto Kurt's plate and into Kurt's mouth.

Kurt told Blaine about his calls to Santana and Dave as his boyfriend listened with interest.

"So Santana is gay!" remarked Blaine. "I knew it!"

"What?" Kurt was indignant.

"That girl is such a dyke. Even when she is batting her false eyelashes and holding hands with Karofsky; I swear she is more butch than that damn jock." Blaine continued, "Did you see how she freaked when Brittany was kissing Sam at Rachel's house? She wasn't upset about Sam getting kissed; she was pissed about Brittany going all hetero with Sam and Artie."

"Well," Kurt defended himself, "about the only thing I remember from that fateful game of spin the bottle was a certain 100% gay fellow kissing a certain straight girl, a nauseatingly hetero duet…and the melodrama that followed."

The conversation went without a hitch until Kurt relayed his plans to get together with Karofsky the following week… and Blaine realized that Kurt intended to meet Dave without Blaine.

"Whoa…I do know my work schedule by the way, so we can figure out a time but I think that the both of us should meet with Dave, not you alone."

"Why?" Kurt was honestly puzzled. "Because he bullied me?" Blaine just shook his head.

"Because he threatened to kill me? It's not like that now, Blaine." Blaine shook his head no, and then added, "That is a pretty good reason, though, Kurt, you have to admit."

"Because he is depressed and upset?" Blaine felt like he was taking an oral multiple choice test. He shook his head again and then frowned, slightly tilting his head, "You really don't get it, do you Kurt?" His voice was kind as if he were speaking to a confused child.

Kurt finally stopped talking and looked quizzically at his boyfriend.

Blaine softly placed his warm hand on Kurt's thigh. "Kurt, that guy has a mad crush on you."

"What?" Kurt's high pitched scream was loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

"You really don't know that?" Blaine was experiencing some disbelief, too. "Listen, it may sound strange that I could walk around for months not recognizing my own feelings for you, but I could tell exactly how Karofsky felt about you the first time I laid eyes on him."

"I'm completely lost…" was all Kurt could get out.

Blaine explained. "That day when I met you at McKinley and we saw Karofsky on the steps? When Dave faced off with me, I realized he was pissed at me because I was there with you and he wanted to know who the hell I was. Sure he was afraid that someone else around us was going to pick up on what we were talking about, but he was furious that I was there. Don't you remember? The first thing out of his mouth was, 'Is this your boyfriend, Kurt?' That is what he really wanted to know."

Kurt was processing what Blaine was telling him. Of course he remembered that day.

Blaine went on. "Then when we went to the benefit concert for New Directions, Dave stopped his workout to look for us in the hall. He was mad as hell that we were there together. By then I really was your boyfriend. So I let him know that I was not going to take his shit and neither were you…you were mine. I shoved him away from you. It still infuriates me when I think about it. I'm a peace loving guy but no one is coming between you and me on my watch. Of course, I'm really not sure how far it would have gone because our favorite lesbian (Blaine winked and grinned) broke it up."

"Why am I just hearing about this? Why didn't you tell me what you thought?" Kurt was incredulous.

Blaine took Kurt's hand in his. He was carefully searching for his words and they came out softly, with some regret. "Kurt, he kissed you, kissed you, remember? And from what you told me, he tried to kiss you a second time, but you pushed him away. Why would he have done that if he did not want YOU?" Blaine gently touched Kurt's chin, raising his face so he could look lovingly into Kurt's blue green eyes. "You were so upset about what happened. If you had wanted to talk about it, we could have talked. If you had asked me, I would have told you what I thought. But once you were at Dalton, there did not seem to be any reason to dwell on it."

Blaine dropped his hand to his lap and looked out across the deck. "I do think that Dave has changed. Maybe he has come to his senses; I think he is sorry about being mean to you. But I doubt that his true feelings for you have changed. And you have chosen a very protective boyfriend, Kurt." Blaine repeated, "Very protective." Kurt shivered from the deep tone of the voice. "You want Dave to work with you on starting a PFLAG group and that may be a very good thing for your school. It will probably be amazing, Kurt, and I support you. But I really need to be with you when you meet with Dave. I hope that you understand."

Kurt managed a small smile. "I guess dad really does not have to worry about anything when we go to Columbus tomorrow, then, does he?"

Blaine put his arm around Kurt and pulled him in for a no nonsense kiss on the mouth. "I've always got your back."

"And my front?" Kurt was flirting.

"Um hum. And your sides," replied Blaine and kissed him again, this time more softly.

They were quiet for a while. Blaine looked fondly at Kurt. "Well, I really do not want to talk any more about David Karofsky tonight."

"Fine by me," agreed Kurt. "I think I'll take Santana's advice to stop wasting time and get busy with my man." Kurt smiled shyly and appreciatively, "My very protective man." Kurt swiveled on the seat towards Blaine, his eyes a deep green in the evening light. "I have a surprise for you in the bedroom. Will you take care of things here," Kurt motioned to the table littered with dishes and silverware, "so I can get a few things ready?"

"Of course," responded Blaine with a curious smile and he began piling up the dishes to return them to the kitchen.

Kurt raced upstairs to prepare for Blaine. He had candles to light, a scarf or two to throw over his lamps, and massage oil to warm. Mercedes would get the credit for the idea behind this little party for two. After they had talked on Tuesday, she emailed him an article she found online entitled, "Listen to His Body Talk; Your Man Will Tell You What He Wants in Bed" It was written for women of course, but Kurt had the man, so he was all set.

Kurt fussed with the bedroom first, then freshened up the bathroom and lit a few candles in the bathroom, too. He put out his dressing gown and a bathrobe, which he was going to offer Blaine.

He knew Blaine would wait for his signal, so he went back downstairs to find that Blaine had loaded the dishwasher and cleaned off the counter. Everything had been put away except the remaining oatmeal cookies, still sitting on the plate.

"Thank you," Kurt said, then he took both of Blaine's hands in his and sweetly implored him, "Come to the bedroom with me."

On the way up the stairs, Kurt said, "You know, we are going to the gay pride march tomorrow to celebrate our gayness, so I thought we might kick it off tonight with a private celebration of our own." Blaine squeezed his hand and said, "I like that idea."

Kurt led him into the darkened bedroom lit with fragrant candles and softly glowing lamps and closed the door behind them. Soft rhythmic music was playing on Kurt's ipod. Kurt turned to face Blaine and they slowly took each other in. They had never seen each other in such soft warm light. Blaine was beginning to understand that Kurt's style of communicating about sex and romance was not necessarily with words, but easily understood none the less. Kurt took Blaine into his arms and sweetly, thoroughly, expressively kissed his mouth. "First," he said, looking into Blaine's golden brown eyes, "I am going to undress you and we are going to take a shower together." Blaine slightly shivered. Kurt was pretty good at words, too.

Blaine knew by now that Kurt was orchestrating this part of their evening. He stood there as Kurt undressed him; soaking in all the soft caresses Kurt placed on his skin as his clothing fell away. Kurt then undressed himself in front of Blaine, calmly and steadily, making frequent eye contact with Blaine, obviously expecting Blaine to be watching him. Blaine knew he had permission to look and he watched Kurt with hungry eyes.

Once in the shower Kurt took a loofah sponge and generously doused it with body wash. He thoroughly scrubbed Blaine's body, using just his hands in more intimate spots to thoroughly wash Blaine then rinse away the suds. The roughness of the sponge contrasted with the smoothness of Kurt's warm soapy hands on Blaine's skin. He held onto Kurt's shoulders as Kurt washed his cock and balls, then stood even closer to him, reaching around his waist to soap Blaine's ass. Kurt cleaned very thoroughly, causing Blaine to gasp and drop his forehead to Kurt's shoulder. Blaine had never been touched so intimately and he was deeply aroused by the sensations that shot through him. Kurt then handed the sponge to Blaine, a soft smile playing on his lips. It was Blaine's turn to scrub his boyfriend. Afterwards, they also took turns drying each other, alternately roughly and gently, occasionally brushing lips to skin when it became too much not to touch or taste at least a little.

Blaine pulled Kurt back into the softly lit bedroom and kissed him urgently. That was Kurt's invitation. He pushed Blaine onto the bed and climbed over him. Blaine pulled Kurt down on top of him and groaned, "Kurt Hummel, could you possibly do a better job of seducing me?" Kurt giggled. "I have plans for you, Blaine Anderson, and we are just getting started. So, turn over," commanded Kurt as he sat up beside Blaine. Blaine immediately turned over on his stomach and put his head on a pillow at the head of the bed, wondering what was coming next.

Kurt leaned over to the bedside table and dipped his fingers in the fragrant oil that was sitting on a warmer. He rubbed it onto both of his palms and moved over Blaine, straddling him. He began rubbing the oil into Blaine's back with long strokes. Blaine felt the warmth and smelled the coconut in the oil as Kurt moved over his back. He felt himself sighing and relaxing into the experience. Kurt's hands were strong, and under his touch the tensions gave way. Kurt moved off of Blaine to get more oil and kneeled between Blaine's legs. He began with Blaine's thighs this time, rubbing up, up onto his buttocks and hips. Blaine's eyes were closed, taking in all the tactile sensations as Kurt's hands moved over his buttocks, each time moving farther into the crevice. He moaned and rose up to meet Kurt's hands, until Kurt finally moved one hand into Blaine's crack and slowly rubbed his entrance. "Ahh! Kurt! God!" Kurt murmured, "Yes, baby," and applied slightly more pressure. Blaine began grounding his cock into the bed as the sensations aroused him. Kurt moved over Blaine, almost lying on top of him, hands on either side of his head and whispered into his ear, "You know what to do with my mouth, don't you?"

Blaine groaned, "Kurt—, Oh god."

Kurt grabbed one of the pillows near Blaine and said, "Just move this underneath you so I can reach better." Blaine quickly pulled the pillow under his lower torso. Kurt softly kissed Blaine's neck and moved back down to the end of the bed again. He lay down on his stomach with his face near Blaine's perfect ass. He kissed and nipped both ass cheeks, licking and blowing his breath over the wet spots, telling Blaine, "You are so hot. You taste amazing. I can't get enough of you." Blaine was rock hard as he ground himself into the pillow. His arms were spread out and he was grasping anything he could hold onto. Kurt massaged Blaine's firm ass. Blaine moved his legs farther apart and tossed his head on the pillow, trying not to rut into the bed although that is exactly what he wanted to do. The first touch of Kurt's tongue was something Blaine would never, ever forget. "Ah-h-h-h!" Then Kurt pressed his lips to Blaine and made bolder circles with his tongue, then smaller and smaller circles, until finally he pushed the tip of his tongue into Blaine's opening. Sweet electricity ran from Blaine's ass directly to his cock, a completely new sensation that knew he could never get enough of. Blaine pushed his face into the pillow as he moaned. Suddenly Blaine felt an indescribable vibration reaching, reaching beyond the amazing sensations of Kurt's tongue exploring inside of him. Kurt was moaning as he moved his tongue inside of Blaine.

Kurt slowly withdrew his tongue and kissed Blaine's sensitive entrance before he moved up to kiss and lick Blaine's neck and ears. "Turn over," he whispered. Blaine did not know if he could move, let alone turn over. "Come on, baby," Kurt implored, "I want to take care of you." Kurt began pulling on the pillow under Blaine, effectively rolling him over. Blaine's cock stood out thick and rock hard. Blaine opened his eyes to see Kurt's flushed face as he reched for more coconut massage oil. He had never looked more beautiful to Blaine. "I love you," was all Blaine could say. Kurt breathed into Blaine's mouth, "I love you, too," as he kissed him tenderly. Then he firmly gripped Blaine's swollen cock with his hand. "Oh- yes. Please." Blaine was getting so close.

Kurt told him, "I'm going to make you come with my mouth."

"M-mmmm. Suck me…"and then Blaine let out a stream of nonsensical noises as Kurt's hot mouth enveloped his cock. He had never. He had never. There were no words.

Kurt gripped Blaine's purpling cock with one hand and began to lick the head and sensitive underside. Blaine panted and groaned as Kurt's wet tongue and hot moist breath caressed him. He clasped the back of Kurt's head and watched as Kurt's red lips moved up and down his erection with abandon, eyes closed. Kurt's abundant saliva made the sensations amazing and when Kurt hummed around his cock Blaine realized he was not going to be able to withstand the stimulation any longer. "Kurt!" he groaned as waves of heat and pleasure carried him away. His cock developed a life of its own, jerking and shooting as Blaine called out and clutched at Kurt's bobbing head.

Blaine remembered Kurt moving up to lie next to him, holding him and softly touching his face and neck. He is pretty sure he told Kurt that he loved him. He thinks he kissed Kurt's forehead and said, "Thank you."

Blaine's eyelids fluttered and he opened his caramel eyes to see Kurt watching him. Blaine pulled him close and was lazily kissing whatever skin he found with his mouth- a neck, a shoulder, a jaw. Blaine realized there was some stubble on his face; he hoped it just enough to remind Kurt he was in bed with another man (arousing in and of itself) without harming Kurt's tender skin. Kurt sighed into Blaine's kisses and as languidly as they began, they did not remain that way for long. Blaine was lying on his side and he brought Kurt's body into his, rekindling his erection and noticing for the first time that Kurt was also aroused.

"Wait," Kurt said and he pulled away briefly to visit the warm pot of massage oil. He returned with dripping fingers that he wrapped around Blaine's cock. The slick oil felt amazing as Kurt stroked him. He could get lost…but wait. "Hey," Blaine asked, "What about you?" Kurt stopped stroking. "Get some for you, too," Blaine urged him. Kurt turned away and reached over into the pot again and brought back his fingers dripping with oil. This time he coated his own cock and stroked once, twice, gasping at the sensations." Blaine laughed, "You see? But let me-" he grabbed Kurt's cock and took over. Soon the boys were expertly pleasuring each other, gasping into each others' mouths as they kissed.

This time Blaine would have more staying power. And if some of this wonderful oil was good, maybe more would be better. He urged Kurt to lie on his back and moved to straddle him. Blaine could reach the oil for himself now. He lifted the warm cup from the stand and dripped some on Kurt's chest. He wondered fleetingly if Kurt was going to warn him about the sheets but Kurt's focus was not on his 400 count bed linens. Blaine began massaging Kurt's chest and hips, spreading the slippery oil everywhere as he went. Then he covered Kurt with his body and began to move, slowly, and sensuously, their cocks slick and hot between their bodies. Blaine held Kurt's hips and rocked back and forth to increase the friction as he licked and sucked on Kurt's sensitive neck.

Blaine slowed his moments and moved the side. Kurt began to object to the loss of stimulation when Blaine took both of their cocks in one hand and began stroking them. He wrapped his other arm under Kurt's back and held them firmly together as he pumped. Blaine gasped, "You are so hot. You are going to make me come again." Kurt looked down to see Blaine's arm in motion and felt the callouses on his palm despite the slickness of the oil. One rough stoke, then another, then a third. Blaine cried out and Kurt felt Blaine's cock jerk next to his. That is all it took; Kurt was gone.

A few hours later, the exhausted but happy Clippers fans made their way into the quiet house. Carole tiptoed into the family room where Blaine lay slumbering peacefully on the couch. When she leaned over him to turn off the table lamp her nose was met with just the gentlest whiff of coconut.

-To Be Continued—