"Umm....ok...come in. Would you like some coffee?"

"Yes please."

I poured us both some coffee and handed him a mug, we took seats at the opposite ends of the table. I looked at him expectantly.

"Has Blaine told you about his dad?"

"You mean how he told Blaine that being gay was equal to being a slut?"

"I see that he did. What about Jeremiah?"

"Telling Blaine he was a fuck toy and that's all he'd be good for?"

"Alright, what about Eli?"

I shook my head.

"Not surprised, Eli wasn't as...cruel as his dad or Jeremiah but he was kind of the straw that broke the camel's back. You see Eli and Blaine struck up a friendship on Facebook and so when Eli invited Blaine over he didn't think anything of it. But it turned out that all Eli wanted was to get Blaine into bed and Blaine....I don't know....I think he thought it would make Eli want him so he slept with him. Afterwards Eli told him that he was a 'good fuck' and if Blaine wanted to do it again he should give him a call. And I think that's when Blaine snapped and decided that was all he was good for, so he kind of became the school slut. He'd screw the gay guys and 'help' the straight guys by giving them blow jobs. I think the blend of low self-esteem and an endless supply of guys were a bad combination and I think his self-esteem just got lower each time. And then he just said fuck it and completely changed his image, traded hair gel for eye liner, and began to reject guys before they could reject him, it's also when he decided that he was only going to top, he wasn't going to let anyone fuck him over. But then thing I noticed is a lot of it is an act, he talks a big game, he used to brag about random scores, talk about threesomes, pretend not to remember a guy's name whatever but I knew that he went home alone most nights. Like, ok, before you and he began hooking up how many guys did he bring over here?"

"One."

"See, if he were as slutty as he wants people to believe he would've brought home a lot more guys than that don't you think?"

I nodded.

"The thing is Blaine is a lot more fragile then he wants people to think, so if you are just in it for the sex you need to stop it before he gets hurt any more than he already has. But if you want more, let him know."

"I don't think he believes me when I tell him he's worth more than just sex."

"Because he's never had a guy he had feelings for ever tell him that, in fact they've only ever told him the opposite. Besides those are just words what he needs are actions."

"Actions?"

"I don't think he's ever been on an actual date. I don't think he's ever been asked on an actual date. Nobody has ever romanced him."

"Is that something he'd really want though?"

"Yes. He just doesn't think he'll ever get it. I've seen the way he looks at you Kurt; you could completely destroy him if you wanted to."

"I wouldn't."

"I've come to realise that, I've seen the way you look at him and the way you light up at the mention of his name."

"Do you think he'd want to be my boyfriend?"

"He already is; the only people who don't see it are the two of you." Rachel said coming into the room, "sorry, I didn't mean to ease drop but this place has thin walls." She said sending me a pointed look.

"Sorry."

"Just buy me some noise cancelling headphones and I'll forgive you."

"But he's not my boyfriend."

"Right because you two don't sleep in the same bed every night, or spend all day cuddling on the couch, you don't take turns cooking each other meals or do any of the things boyfriends do."

I chewed my lip.

"So we kind of accidentally became boyfriends, what if when he finds out he doesn't want me?"

"Kurt, you are all he wants." Wes told me.

"I need to go out for a while...thank you both."

A few hours later I arrived him with my purchases including a pair of noise cancelling headphones for Rachel which she put in her overnight bag having agreed to spend the night at Santana and Brittany's apartment.

I was going to make up for all the assholes who didn't romance Blaine, myself included. By the time he walked in the door from work I had everything all set up. He looked around the apartment at the candles and roses I had set about and then took a look at me dressed in a tux.

"What's this about?" he asked gesturing with his hand.

"This is about you. Blaine Devon Anderson will you do the honour of taking you out on a date tomorrow evening and being my boyfriend?"

"I don't get the joke."

"No joke Blaine. I want you to be mine and I want to take you out on dates and hold your hand when we walk down the street and I want to romance you....and I just I want to be your everything Blaine because you are already mine."

"You already are my everything. I would love to be your boyfriend." He kissed me. "Do you really want to take me out on dates?"

"I made us a reservation at that Italian place down the street for tomorrow but we can go somewhere else if you'd prefer."

"Italian sounds great."

"I'm not going to be like the others Blaine, I'm going to treat you like a prince, like you deserve."

I wiped a tear from his cheek.

"I don't deserve you." He whispered.

"You deserve so much more."

I wrapped my arms around him and he buried his head into my neck.

"Make love to me Blaine."

"No. I want you to make love to me."

"Not yet, not until I proved to you I'm worth it."

"You already have."

I took his hand and led him to my bedroom and we began to slowly undress each other while exchanging sweet yet passionate kisses. He laid down on my bed and I crawled on top of him.

"You are the most beautiful man ever Blaine." I whispered kissing him before he could protest.

I grabbed the lube I had taken form his room and then began to slowly finger him open. I felt him shudder underneath me.

"Are you ok baby?" I asked.

He nodded.

"Can I add another?"

"Yes."

I added a second finger curving them until I found his prostrate. He clutched at my arms. I kissed him again as I scissored my fingers.

"Another." He gasped.

I added the third finger and waited for him to adjust to the burn before moving them in and out, alternating between twisting them and scissoring them.

"I....I need..." He gasped.

"What do you need baby?"

"I need you Kurt. I need you in me right now."

I generously coated my cock in lube before slowly pushing into him.

"Tell me if you need me to stop, ok?"

He nodded.

I pushed in a bit more taking my time, not wanting to hurt him and wanting this to last as long as possible. Finally I was buried all the way in him.

"I'm inside you. I've never been inside anyone before." I said quietly.

"I know."

"You feel so tight and warm and perfect."

He kissed me.

"You can move, slowly."

"Ok."

I pulled my cock most of the way out of him before slowly pushing back in, keeping eye contact with him the whole time, knowing if he showed the slightest sign of discomfort I would stop immediately.

"You can move faster than that."

I shook my head.

I continued like that slowly pulling out and the pushing back in trying my best to keep kissing him the whole time. I did speed up a bit after a while but I was still going rather slow compared to the other times we've had sex and a whole lot gentler. We may have fucked before but this is the first time we've made love. I jerked him off in time with my movement, I could feel him falling apart below me and hoped he was as close as I was. I don't know whose orgasm hit first but soon we were laying wrapped in each other's arms fully satiated. I reached over and grabbed some wet wipes I had bought earlier and cleaned off his stomach.

"Goodnight Sexy."

"Goodnight baby." I said giving him a kiss as he drifted off.

I went to the living room and blew out all the candles before climbing back into bed with my wonderful boyfriend.