In one month since the life changing kiss, Kurt and Blaine happily entered what Cooper called “the honeymoon phase”. Kurt secretly loved the sound of that.

They went on countless dates. There were sing-along concerts and theater plays, bad movies and fancy restaurants. There were moments when Blaine reached his hand to hold Kurt’s in the darkness, and Kurt would become light-headed with the realization that his hand was held in public, where anyone could see. There were smoothies and coffees in the park, when Kurt would take a sip off Blaine’s drink, and Blaine would afterwards take a kiss’ charge for each stolen drop. There were the corridors and libraries, the cozy alcoves and empty classrooms, amongst other secret spots in Dalton, where they would hide during breaks and lunch from their noisy classmates and the daily routine, and just talk about the silly things that were serious for them.

But they also loved to come home after a busy day, to their dormitory room, and snuggle in one of the beds. They chose a movie they both loved, one they knew all the lines of, so they could easily pause it anytime they wanted, just to share yet another delicate kiss.

Blaine met Kurt’s friends again during the benefit concert.

They were nice and supportive, asking curiously about Dalton and the Warblers. The girls were giggly and complimented Blaine’s manners and good looks. The guys were restrained, but friendly, and searched to make a connection with questions about videogames and football.

Blaine loved the fact that he was so easily accepted into this strange group of people, and frankly he didn’t mind spending the whole evening chatting with them, though he did feel a bit lonely when Rachel stole Kurt away for a tete-a-tete. Blaine knew that despite all the bitter things Kurt liked to say about Rachel, he still had a soft spot for her, probably bigger than he imagined.

They even accidentally met Kurt’s former bully, and sadly he hadn’t changed much. Blaine wanted to punch him so bad his hands itched to shut his insults up and finally pay off his boxing skills. He only managed to shove the guy once, but it earned him a thankful look from his boyfriend, so Blaine didn’t view it as a failed attempt.

That same day, the couple was invited to attend the traditional Friday dinner at Kurt’s house. It was the first time Blaine met Burt after the embarrassing talk they had at the tire shop, so Blaine was pretty nervous. His responses to Carole and Burt were overly polite, an unconscious reflex to the formal parties his parents used to throw. It wasn’t long until Kurt noticed how different Blaine was behaving and managed to calm him down, reassuringly squeezing his hand under the table and making quick and witty, awkwardness-relieving conversation.

As a supportive father, Burt knew how much this simple dinner meant for Kurt, and tried hard to be welcoming, though deep down he was a little bit wary of his son’s choice. But he knew he wasn’t the one to judge Kurt’s feelings, he had been a teenager once, and knew how important and precious a first significant other was. Just after the salad was served, he started asking Blaine questions and during dessert shared stories about Kurt.

To Kurt’s horror, Burt started to tell Blaine all about how he found out about their relationship even before Kurt confessed the whole story to him. He described in detail that one Friday when his son came home practically singing, and smiling so hard his cheeks must’ve hurt. He didn’t roll his eyes once, though the football game was on, and even allowed Burt to eat the greasy chicken wings. Something huge must have happened, but the word ‘solo’ didn’t arise in their easy conversation. So when Kurt sat him on the couch a week later, to tell him with fidgeting hands about ‘something important’, Burt replied that it certainly wasn’t a surprise, and turned the TV on to catch up with the news. Kurt seemed equally irritated and relieved.

Blaine laughed at how Kurt’s cheeks tinted with embarrassment when Burt told the story, and how in revenge Kurt deprived Burt of the soufflé for the whole evening. He loved observing that easy relationship between father and son, because he simply didn’t have one. Just when Burt pouted and threatened Kurt with showing Blaine his baby photos, Blaine realized that he was having the best time, and he hoped someday to be wholeheartedly accepted into this group of people as well.

* * *

After giving Blaine one chaste kiss goodbye on the porch, Kurt returned to his room and fell face-down on the bed, exhaustion filling his muscles.

Memories of the day raced through Kurt’s mind: Mercedes in that amazing dress killing the audience with her voice, Santana yelling at Karofsky, Finn asking Blaine why he needed to put a napkin on his knees. Blaine. And once he thought of Blaine there wasn’t space left for anything else in his brain anymore.

They were practically attached at the hip, they spent days and nights together, and Kurt still couldn’t get enough of him. Every minuscule detail turned into a ginormous matter if it had something to do with Blaine. Kurt loved that with every passing moment he learned something unique, something that no one else in the world knew about his boyfriend.

Sometimes Blaine seemed tiny and fragile, but when he shoved Karofsky the fierceness in his eyes was unmistakable. Some might say he is composed and unreadable, but Kurt saw passion and devotion, that were shining through in every single action. When Cooper called on Skype, he always referred to Blaine as an adorable puppy, but Kurt knew about his maturity and sexiness that came to the surface every time Blaine pressed Kurt into the bed with his weight, his eyes unfocused with lust.

But he could be also a million other things. Blaine could be jealous and paranoid. That one time a new barista at the Lima Bean winked at Kurt and complimented his outfit, Blaine wouldn’t stop asking self-deprecating questions all week long. He could even be unreasonable, kissing Kurt all over and distracting him on purpose when he had to study for an important test, and then close up on himself and childishly stop talking when Kurt got annoyed.

Kurt rolled on the bed and sighed. He couldn’t believe he was so blind when he thought that Blaine was perfect and omnipotent, that he was some kind of knight in shining armor that possessed answers to all existing questions or could save the world only with his kindness. Blaine certainly had his virtues, but his flaws were also ever-present, and, nevertheless, he was perfect for Kurt.

Sitting up on the bed, Kurt slowly began to take off his clothes. He caught sight of his reflection in the mirror, the pale skin of his arms and long legs.

Kurt believed that he wasn’t perfect either, not in that mirror, not in his mind. But Blaine loved him for who he was. This thought was enough to keep on living, to destroy everyone who ever threw a disapproving glance at him, to create beauty and love, to hope for a better future.

He closed his eyes and bit his lip to keep himself from crying. It was pure luck that made him meet Blaine, wait for him, let him make Kurt feel this incredible feeling. He thanked fate, God, coincidence, or whatever was responsible for his happiness.  

Lying on the bed and staring in the mirror, Kurt imagined Blaine’s strong arms wrapped around him, giving him support and warmth. It was that precise moment that it struck him: his heart didn’t belong to him anymore, it was Blaine’s, and he could do anything he wanted with it, anything at all. And what could be more terrifying than giving your heart away to someone?

He looked at his naked torso and the blanket tangled messily around his hips.

Could it be more terrifying than sharing your body?

Kurt smiled a little to himself and closed his eyes, surrendering to sleep.

* * *

At the same time, somewhere in Westerville, Blaine’s mind couldn’t leave him in peace.

An insistent thought kept annoying Blaine through the days after the magazines incident, but he couldn’t give it much attention, because he was constantly around Kurt. Now that he was alone in his room, Blaine could let himself worry. The problem was that Kurt seemed truly heartbroken when he thought that Blaine expected fast progress in their relationship. Another astounding thing was the fact that deep down Kurt considered himself unsexy. So much time passed and Blaine couldn’t get the expression on Kurt’s face out of his head.

Blaine tossed on the bed, trying to get into a more comfortable position. He flipped the pillow and pressed his cheek to the cool side, sighing a little.

What should he do now? They spend a lot of time making out these days, and it felt truly amazing. Blaine kept his thoughts in control though, he was scared that Kurt still wasn’t on the same page, and didn’t let his mind wander. Sometimes when Kurt kissed him deeper and faster, Blaine slowed down and moved the lower half of his body away to hide any evidence of what was happening there. He didn’t want Kurt to be embarrassed, poor Kurt had had enough of that. If Blaine pressed into him instead, Kurt would certainly freak out, or get some ideas about Blaine wanting to move faster. But he was one hundred percent satisfied with their pace, he really was. He just wanted to show Kurt how breathtakingly sexy he was, how turned on he made Blaine by simply being himself.

He hurled on his side and hugged the pillow close to his chest.

A sudden wild idea shook Blaine out of sleepiness entirely.

* * *

- Ok, I’m going to go now! My practice ends at 8, so meet me near the dressing rooms, we’ll go grab a bite straight from there, - if Blaine’s voice was shaky, Kurt hasn’t noticed, because he was reading an incredible article about the new spring trends of suspenders. In some way, it was all part of the plan.

- Bye, - Kurt replied, his eyes leaving the page for a moment, only to see Blaine’s back disappearing through the door with those red gloves draped carelessly over his shoulders.

In an hour, Kurt started to get prepared for the date, thinking about wearing something with vertical stripes that were conveniently in fashion, according to the articles in Vogue he just read. Three different outfits all seemed to have exclusive advantages, so he laid them out on the bed hoping it would make the choice easier. Second outfit’s blue scarf with thin stripes accidentally slid off the side, and Kurt kneeled to retrieve it. Instead of the scarf, he saw Blaine’s fluffy towel lying forgotten on the floor between their beds.

It was practically impossible for Blaine to forget the towel so easily, and Kurt stared at it incredulously for a few moments, as if doubting its existence. He should bring it back to Blaine,  that much was obvious.

After another 30 minutes Kurt finalized the details of the chosen outfit, and grabbing his bag and the towel, took off.

* * *

Blaine was trembling from head to toe. The anticipation was eating him alive. He tried to turn his frustration into energy and beat the punching bag to half death, but the buzzing feeling of desire never really went away. He thought about his stupid little plan, and silently prayed that it would go alright.

He returned to the dressing rooms deliberately late. Taking off the soaked tank top, he heard the hurried footsteps of his friends that finished practice earlier leave the room, and the heavy sound of a door being closed. The soundless room only added more pressure, and Blaine’s hands began to visibly shake. He quickly removed his shorts, and left only in his underwear felt cold and exposed. A nostalgic well-known feeling of getting on the stage, stepping in the spotlight hit him like a wave. Trying to get rid of the gut-wrenching fear, he grabbed his shower accessories, and headed for the stalls.

The water fell heavy on his shoulders, bringing relief to the sore muscles. Blaine motionlessly soaked under the blessed stream for a few minutes, breathing hard and contemplating the last option to back off. Then he uncapped the shower gel and smeared some of the liquid on his palm.

Leaning his back on the wall of the shower stall, Blaine closed his eyes. Kurt. This was about Kurt and he would not think about anything but his boyfriend. His cock was half hard already just with the realization that the fantasy will soon become reality.

Blaine hoped the timing was right. Without wasting any second more, he grabbed his cock, and stroked it with the slick hand, hissing with sudden pleasure. It was too long since he has gone without this, the heat in his belly and relief of being touched. He hoped this wouldn’t end too soon. He spread his legs as far as he could and reached a hand behind, to the crack of his ass. The position felt weird, as he never fingered himself in the shower before. His elbow was pushing painfully in the wall, and he couldn’t reach down enough to spread himself.

Blaine turned around and pressed his face to the cold tiles, the contrast of the hot water sharply intruding into his perception. He arched his back, exposing his ass the best he could. The fingertip, slick with body gel, was rubbing in the same familiar motion, easily stretching and relaxing his hole.

Blaine thought of Kurt’s lips kissing his neck, sucking and biting a purpling bruise into his skin. He let go of his dick and settled the hand on his thigh, nails scratching a little at the toned muscle. If he kept stroking, he might have come just from the thought of Kurt behind him, surrounding him, being in control. Kurt’s ghost mouth kissed between his shoulders and moved south, following his spine with kitten bites of his teeth and flicking of his soft tongue, until he reached the two dimples right above the ass. Blaine imagined Kurt licking his lips at the sight of him spread so close and his fingers pumping fast in and out of his hole. The apparition of Kurt grabbed his ass, taking greedy handfuls of it, making Blaine’s breath hitch, and massaged the strong muscle, feeling it flex desperately because of him.

‘You’re so eager for my cock’, he breathed seductively, slapping Blaine lightly on the right cheek, and making him moan with sudden pleasure. What if the fingers buried deep in his ass were actually Kurt’s? Blaine’s hips thrust on their own accord and he shivered, struggling to keep himself from coming so embarrassingly soon. Kurt’s fingers would be much more delicate. He added a third one, when he felt something hard nudging his thigh. Maybe a little higher? Right, Kurt’s big cock, slick with lube and water, could be fucking right between his legs, poking at his balls, then sliding easily between his flaming ass cheeks. ‘Spread your legs for me, wider, and let me fuck you’. The fantasy was so detailed, so real, Blaine’s legs nearly gave away under him. He leaned on the tiled wall with his whole body, breathing fast as if he was drowning.

The fingers were losing the rhythm, because his hips were thrusting uncontrollably. Blaine’s cock was so achingly hard, that he couldn’t take it anymore. He needed release, and he needed it fast. The nails were digging into the flesh, so deep it hurt, but the pain was nothing compared to the unadulterated lust that filled Blaine’s blood.

And then he finally heard the sound of footsteps, and his heartbeat darted to match the speed of light. He had to act, now.

* * *

Kurt gently pushed the door open, and realized there was no one in the dressing rooms. Was he late? Was Blaine even here? He took a few steps behind the row of lockers and spotted a pile of clothes on one of the benches. Even if there wasn’t a little bowtie on top of the pile, Kurt could tell right away that the clothes belonged to Blaine. He smiled a little to himself.

The water of the shower echoed in the room and Kurt strolled in the direction of the sound. He could hang the towel over the wall of the first stall, so Blaine could notice it when he’ll finish showering.

Kurt approached the blue tiles and spotted the first shower was working. It had to be Blaine. The curtain was only half closed, but from this angle Kurt couldn’t see anything. He involuntarily squeezed the towel in his hands and blushed, turning on his heels. The reasonable thing to do would be to leave, right? A sudden moan, so familiar, but so much louder than usual made Kurt’s stomach flip and breath hitch. He heard this moan many times before, he heard it right into his ears, when he was biting and sucking on Blaine’s neck during their most memorable make out sessions. What is Blaine doing there? Kurt’s fingers clenched into fists, he was squeezing the towel so hard it hurt a little.

Kurt’s feet were already taking little steps, when the boy realized that he couldn’t leave, couldn’t stop, couldn’t control himself. That was the perviest thing he’d ever done, and somehow he continued walking, eyes fixed on the gap the curtain shower gave away, in nearly a trance-like state.

Another little step and Kurt dropped the towel altogether. It was indeed Blaine’s stall. Blaine was flushed red, his eyes closed and face scrunched up as if in deep pain. He was moaning, breathing out desperate “ah-ah” sounds and fingering himself so hard his hips were trashing into the wall of the stall, his ass on display and Kurt’s eyes couldn’t stop staring, couldn’t even blink. Blaine looked like an animal in heat, lost in his instincts, and suddenly he reached his right hand to the front and Kurt saw him jerking fast and hard.

- Fuck, so good, ah, Kurt! - with a final scream Blaine was coming, his body spasming all over and cock shooting come on the blue tiles. Kurt reached a hand to his flushed face, blood drumming in his ears and a single thought ‘my name’ in his brain. When Blaine’s body finished trembling, he brought his right hand to the mouth, licked it clean and only then opened his eyes.

Kurt turned around and ran out of the shower, before Blaine could see him. He nearly slipped and fell, because he couldn’t see where he was running, bumping into lockers and benches. With a hand squeezing over his heart, his mind wondered why he wasn’t even the tiniest bit mad.

He slammed the door of the dressing room shut behind him, and leaned on it to catch his breath. Kurt’s cheeks were hot, and his eyes widened when he suddenly realized that he had never been this turned on in his entire life.