Kurt and I never said goodbye after that first date. I'm not sure if either of us realized it at the time, but we instead filled the air with "I'll see you again," "Later, then," and "I can't wait until our next date." And a next date we did have. And another and another. And with each one, my heart belonged less and less to me, and more to him.

"Kurt?" I ask one day. We're in my kitchen and he's attempting to teach me how to make some super healthy – "but still delicious" – soufflé, but it's mostly going over my head as I choose to watch him instead of what he's doing. "What are we?"

"What are we?" he repeats with a wry grin. He doesn't stop what he's doing until he realizes that I'm waiting for an actual answer, and when he finally looks up and sees my serious expression he simply smiles and wipes his hands off on a dish towel. "Well, we're Kurt and Blaine, are we not?"

I slump into the counter and give him an exasperated look, "You know what I mean."

His smile only widens and he leans forward to peck me on the lips and then speak softly against them, "I kind of assumed you were my boyfriend." When he pulls back slightly he looks more nervous, "That's okay, right?"

I think that this is one of those moments where I can mess with him, so I don't reply and instead watch as his nervousness grows and he starts to ramble, "I mean, we've been seeing each other for almost two months, I just thought… oh god, I've gone and over thought things and now I'm telling you and ruining everything and oh–"

I reach out and wrap my hands around his waist, yanking him towards me and into my body. "You are so adorable," I whisper as I nuzzle into his neck. He tries to put up a fight for a moment, clearly displeased with my actions, but then he simply melts into my arms.

"You'll be the death of me one day, Blaine Anderson," he sighs, brings his hands up, and curls them into my hair, pulling my face out of the crook of his neck so that he can kiss me, and I go willingly.

I feel it in that moment, but know it's not the right time. The words on the tip of my tongue when we surface for air, but I don't say them. Instead, I smooth my hands up and down his back and dive in for another kiss, deepening this one and seeking permission into his mouth with my tongue, which he grants.

I get that feeling rush up my spine that always comes from kissing Kurt. Like I want to crawl under his skin. Even when I've pulled him as tight as I can, his body flush with mine, I can't help but want to be closer. Can't help but want everything about him.

He smiles when he pulls back, and though he's a little breathless, I can see him trying to not show how affected he is. He turns back to the soufflé and goes about finishing it with only a shy glance at me that betrays him with the twinkle in his eyes.

"Do you have work tomorrow?" I ask as I jump up onto the counter, realizing I'll be of little help to him and that we should really stop this nonsense where we think I'm learning anything about cooking.

"Nope. Day off." He frowns adorably at me and I know he disapproves of me sitting on the counter, so I shrug and lift my eyebrow in challenge, and he simply rolls his eyes and goes back to the soufflé. "Why?"

I grin and lift one of my legs to trail my toes down the side of his leg, "We should do something."

He finishes up with whatever step it was he was on in his elaborate cooking plan and turns to look me in the eye, "You should get a job, that's what you should do. I know your parents are happily paying for most of this, but really, Blaine?"

I laugh at his seriousness, "I have a job at the school during the year, I can make do without one in the summer."

He steps closer and I move my legs so he can stand between them. "You're impossible," he says, his eyes lighting up as he looks at me.

"But you like it," I tease, and I can feel my nose scrunching under the smile I'm trying to tone down.

Kurt shrugs and his lips quirk up, "Yeah, kind of."

"Come here," I murmur, and then I'm gripping his shoulder and tipping his chin up slightly with my other hand so that I can press my lips to his. The fact that I can feel us both smiling into the kiss doesn't do anything to help me supress mine.

Suddenly there's a ding sounding from the oven and I jump a bit as it rings through the air. Kurt laughs into my mouth before he's pulling away and stepping back. "Just the oven, sweetheart," he assures, patting me on the leg, and the pet name has me forgetting all about any embarrassment I should feel. Instead I watch him as he puts the soufflés in the oven and feel my heart hammering away in my chest. Banging my ribs until they want to scream in protest. There's the words again, on the tip of my tongue, but I bite them back for another time.

"Do you have to leave early again tonight?" I question when he stands up, "I know you don't really like walking around these streets when it's dark."

"I'll do anything to stay out later tonight," he answers, walking back over to the spot between my legs that he previously vacated, resting his hands on my thighs, "Rachel's having Quinn over again, and I know they'd prefer I don't come home early. For reasons they refuse to explain but I obviously already know."

I chuckle and let him have a moment to feel superior before I shyly suggest, "You know, you don't have to go home tonight."

His eyes shift to mine a little nervously and I'm sure he caught my meaning, but then the corner of his lips lift slightly and I know this is going to turn into a game. "Well, where would I sleep if I didn't go home?"

There's mischief in his eyes now and I feel my face heat up a few degrees, "You could… you could stay here."

Kurt looks over his shoulder at the living room and then back into my eyes. The blue of his seem electric. "On the couch?"

"If that's what you prefer," I tease back with a quirk of my eyebrow.

There's only a moment before Kurt gives up the game and is pressing his lips to mine, reaching his hands behind me to press against my back and slide me off the counter and towards him. My feet touch the ground for a second before he's pulling me with him as he makes his way into the living room, mouth still attached to mine.

The whole world seems to shift out of focus and all I can pay attention to is the soft heat of his lips and his tongue against mine, searching almost desperately in the kiss. His hand burns as it finds its way under my shirt and touches the skin at the small of my back. This isn't new territory for us but it never fails to make me gasp lightly at the contact.

Kurt claims me over and over again, through his lips sliding across mine with his tongue exploring and finding every place that causes me to whimper into his mouth, and through his hands tracing delicately but firmly over every bit of skin he can reach. One hand tangling in my hair and then sliding down the back of my shirt, the other moving around to my stomach to simply feel. He could take and take and all I'd want to do is give more.

My hand runs through the silky strands of his hair and he hums appreciatively at the action before I'm grasping, trying to pull his face in closer. My other hand slides up his arm and I feel the strong muscle under his skin. I want to devour and be devoured.

My legs hit the couch and with the help of Kurt's firm grip, I'm lowered into the cushions gracefully without ever losing his lips. He settles over me and his weight is heavy but reassuring. I feel his knee graze my leg as it presses between me and the back of the couch.

Our lips part for a moment so that we can catch some air and the sudden rush of oxygen makes me remember something before he's pressing back again and I'm gasping in the small break of our lips, "Oven?"

He kisses me hard for a moment before pulling back and sitting up slightly, just enough to peak over the back of the couch to see the clock on the stove, "We've got ten minutes." And then he's swooping back in, jumping right back to where we left off.

"To make out?" I clarify breathlessly in the small space between us, because I don't want him thinking that me asking him to stay meant I wanted a ten minute quickie before dessert for our first time.

He smiles lightly against my lips, "Of course to make out, silly." His words are followed by his lips slowing against mine, taking the hunger we'd both been displaying and replacing it with a more calm and affectionate kiss.

I feel myself relax into the couch, all the urgency and rush taken out of the moment and I'm content to simply melt into his touch. His hand slips back under my shirt and strokes up my stomach to my chest and back down again, and it soothes me while sending bolts of lightning through my senses. I move one of my hands from his shoulders to stroke down his back and tuck my fingers under the edge of his shirt, and he lets out a shaky breath through his nose, clawing at the skin of my stomach for a moment.

I break my lips away from his, overwhelmed by the desire to taste, and I duck my head down, pressing my lips under his jaw, causing him to lift his chin and let out a quiet moan. I part my lips slightly and start to place kisses as I trail down his neck. When I near his collarbone, I dart my tongue out and press it firmly against his skin in a wet slide. Above me I hear Kurt let out a strangled whimper and I know that I'll do anything to cause that sound again.

I press my lips hard against his skin and then suck a bit of it into my mouth, and the sound I hear Kurt make borders on a sob before he pulls away from my lips, forcing his face closer to mine and then his lips are against mine again, back to hungry and desperate.

It's not seconds after our mouths have reconnected that I hear the dinging of the oven again. Kurt lets out a rumbling noise and pulls back from me. I can't help it when I grumble, "That wasn't ten minutes," but it's all alright when Kurt's face splits into a grin and he laughs.

He climbs off me and the cold hits instantly. The heat of his body was comforting and I miss it immediately. I reach down and fix my shirt where it's been rucked up as Kurt walks back to the kitchen. The whole act of Kurt cooking in my kitchen is so domestic that it has me smiling fondly at him as he works. I could get used to this.

We eat our dessert sitting at the bar in the kitchen, and I swing one of the stools around to the other side so that I can sit across from him and see him while we talk about small mundane things. Inside my blood is thrumming, and I feel so much for this man that it almost frightens me. He gets a bit of food stuck to his lip and before I know what I'm doing, I'm leaning forward and kissing it off. He looks startled at first but then he just blushes and continues eating. The next time there's a little on his bottom lip, I know he's done it on purpose.

We're laughing by the time we're done, and I rinse the dishes and place them in the sink to come back to later. He places a hand on my back and then slips it around to the front to hug me from behind, hooking his chin over my shoulder and kissing my jaw. I take a breath to steady myself and absorb the moment. The tenderness of such an action. I let my hands join his wrapped around me and I feel like I'm home.

I turn in his arms and find his eyes closed, a peaceful look on his features. I lift my hands and trail them down the sides of his face, allowing his eyes to slowly blink open as he smiles. "I don't mean to be forward but…" is all I get out before he's nodding and then pressing his lips to mine, chaste and sweet.

I shuffle him back out of the kitchen and down the hall to my room, returning every short kiss he gives along the way. I catch his foot slightly with mine when we turn into my room and he smoothly rights us and chuckles against my lips.

We end up on my bed, tangled legs and hands everywhere, soft light filtering through the window as the sun sets and from a lamp in the corner. I push his shoulder and roll us so that I'm leaning over him. I take a moment to pull back and look into his eyes, and then trail my gaze over his face. He's so beautiful, and I'm the luckiest person in the world for stumbling across him. And I'm the lucky one who was chosen by him.

Kurt smiles and he looks like he's been waiting years for this. "I'm so happy I'm here with you," he says softly as he blinks a few times and runs his fingers through my hair. I lean down and kiss him again as I shift my leg over his so that I'm straddling his hips.

I take a moment to explore his mouth, memorize every dip and tooth. The exact feeling of his tongue sliding against mine and the shocks that ripple through my body when he presses his back. Neither of us are fighting for dominance, simply enjoying each other.

He moves his hands from their spot on my waist to the hem of my shirt and he starts to pull up. I unwillingly detach myself from his lips and rise up enough so that he can tug the shirt off of me. When it's been tossed somewhere off the bed I lean down again and return to his mouth while his hands start to roam over my body. Sliding against the skin of my shoulders, my chest, my back. Smoothing his hands over every inch as if he'll never get enough of it. A parched man finding water.

I kiss across his face and against his neck while I start to fiddle with the buttons on his shirt, popping them open from the top down. As more skin is exposed, I drag my lips down father, barely kissing, and I hear his breath stutter and hitch.

When I get to the last button, I kiss his stomach and dart my tongue into his belly button temporarily, which causes a small sound of surprise out of him as his muscles clench. I tuck my hands under his back and urge him to sit up a little. He takes the cue and lifts slightly and I push the shirt off his shoulders and then carefully tug it from under him, letting it drop to the floor beside the bed.

As I look at him, I realize now why his hands had greedily stroked over me, and I find myself unable to keep from reaching out and tracing my hands across his skin. He's so soft and I wonder again how I'm so lucky. I lean down and capture his lips with mine and he reaches up to grasp at the back of my neck to keep me there. I brace my hand on the bed next to him and trail my other down his stomach to the button of his jeans, flicking open the button as his nails scratch into my hair.

I run my palm lightly down over the front of his jeans and everything is hot and hard and I can't help but moan as I press my lips more firmly against his. When I press my hand against him as I draw it back up to his zipper he jolts against me and yanks a bit at my hair, his other hand roaming down to tug at my pants, but I knock him away to focus on the task at hand.

When I've got his zipper undone, I shift my legs so that I can balance without my one hand on the bed, and I start to pull back to tug his pants off. Kurt whines when our lips detach, but lets me go. He shifts his hips up to help me get his jeans down his legs and I crawl backwards, exposing inch by inch of glorious skin. When I reach the end of the bed, I step off and pull his pants over his feet, placing them on the floor. I watch as Kurt pulls himself up and shuffles to the end of the bed, reaching forward and unbuttoning, then unzipping, my jeans and sliding them down my legs, letting me step out of them.

He's leaning forward before I realize and suddenly there's a hot breath and then an explosive heat as he mouths over me through a thin layer of cotton. I gasp out his name and my fingers thread into his hair. I feel him smile against me and he's sucking enough to make my legs shake and then he's pulling back and looking up at me as he hooks his fingers around my last sense of coverage. I nod and he pulls them off, his eyes darting down and he looks so comfortable that it eases my nerves.

Kurt looks back up at me and then he's reaching up, grasping around my ribs as he shifts back on the bed and pulls me down on top of him. He kisses me once and then he's rolling us over so that he's on top and he's attaching his lips to my neck. I smooth my hands down his side and tuck my hands under his briefs and then I'm easing them off, allowing him to clamber awkwardly out of them while still kissing and licking at my neck.

It's when I run my hands up the backs of his thighs and up over his ass that I realize that we're really here, and that I'm lying naked under Kurt. He lowers his body over mine and the familiar weight of him settles, and I can feel every line of his body. I've never felt so wonderful.

Kurt rolls his hips down into mine and a fire blazes its way outward, lighting everything in its path. A groan rips itself from my throat as I toss my head back, exposing my neck to Kurt, who takes the new angle as an opportunity and starts sucking a kiss to my pulse. I buck up into him from the pleasure and his lips let go in a surprised gasp.

He moves his lips back up to mine and it's almost like we're trying to devour each other through kissing and tasting and exploring. Tongues doing an elaborate dance that I can't track the movements of as he rolls and grinds his hips into mine. And when I feel him, hot and heavy, up against me, I can't help but cry out softly around his lips.

He pulls back slightly, putting enough distance to keep the heat but allow us to think and breathe. He says my name and it sounds like a question, so I remove my hand from his skin and wave towards my nightstand. "In the drawer," I answer hoarsely, the sound of it almost shocking to me, I've never heard it so low.

The second his body leaves mine I regret letting him go. The cold rushes over my flushed skin and I ache to have him back in my arms. I hear him fumbling around in the drawer and I glance over at him. He's so beautiful. He gathers what we need and then catches me staring. He shakes his head fondly as if this is something he's used to from me and climbs back up on the bed, nudging my knees apart and waiting for me to nod before settling between them.

He raises himself over me then and kisses me sweetly as I feel his cool fingers trace up my thigh, and then I put all my trust in him as pleasure and a dull pain washes through me. His movements are sure and calm inside of me, and I relax under his touch despite the fire coursing through my veins, dying for some form of relief. I trail my hand over his arm and feel his muscles twitching as he moves.

Kurt continues to kiss me despite his attention being focused elsewhere, and I use the moment to take and take. While I would give everything to him, in this moment he is offering himself as I do the same in other ways, so I run my palm over his cheek and kiss him until I can't breathe. I feel his arm shift slightly under my hand and then he's searching inside of me and my body rocks as I try not to lose his lips.

When I feel him remove his fingers and he trails them back down my thigh, I let go of the capture I have on his mouth. We both suck in some air when we part and I fight with myself to not just claim his plump swollen lips again.

I hear a crinkle in his hands and I take his distraction as an opportunity to look down and observe his body. He's pale but flushed and he looks perfect. Like a marble statue come to life. My heart swells to know that he'd want to be with me.

He shifts more comfortably over me and I look up to see him staring into my eyes with a small affectionate smile on his face. My heart thrums and I couldn't imagine being with anyone else. I pull his face down for another kiss as he runs his hand over my leg and pulls it up for a better angle before slowly easing in.

I pull away from the kiss and look into his face as a million different feelings take over my body. From pleasure, to pain, and most of all, to love. And I know it's too soon but the words are dying to jump off my tongue and so I seek out Kurt's mouth again, hoping to press the words into him instead.

He moves over me, in me, all around me, and I'm so lost in him, but I've never felt so safe or comfortable. So found. I never imagined it could be like this. I watch when he squeezes his eyes shut and shifts his hips differently to push back in, and it's there again, the wildfire sparking my whole body to life, and a gasp rolls out of my mouth as my eyes screw up against it. The floodgates open and pleasure comes pouring in as he continues to be there every time.

Kurt eventually lowers his head to my shoulder, whimpering my name, and I run my hands through the sweat gathering on his back, stroking up and down and digging in my nails with each crash and explosion inside of me. "Please," I hear myself say, and I'm not sure what I'm begging for.

He runs one of his hands across my stomach and then down further, touching and stroking and I feel I must be burning hotter than the sun. I'm gasping for air and pleasure is running through me even to the tips of my fingers.

He's jerky and uncoordinated now and he's whining and making noises that I'm sure I'd notice myself reciprocating if only I could focus on anything other than the jolts of electricity racing through my spine and the heat flaming in my belly.

"Kurt," my voice is weak, drowned out by the force of the storm raging through my blood, but it catches his attention and he raises his head to look into my eyes. "Kiss me."

And so he does, pressing his lips desperately to mine and my body reacts instantly. The height of the storm, the climax of the symphony, my body rocks violently into his and I'm clutching, trying to stop from breaking apart as pleasure rushes in waves through my body, crashing and causing everything to go fuzzy for a moment as I shudder.

He moans when I pull him in tight and then he's falling too, body seizing and pushing as close as possible within me while he shakes and rips apart, tearing his lips away to gasp silently and then sink down over me. I hold him as he swallows as much air as he can and my lungs burn from the lack of oxygen themselves as I breathe in deeply.

When he catches his breath, he lifts himself from me and silently captures my lips, claiming me again, knowing I'd willingly go. When he pulls back he huffs out a small happy breathless laugh and then removes himself from inside me, rolling off to the side, and I close my eyes and try to catch my bearings. I'm suddenly groggy, but I'm loose and happier than I've ever felt in my life. I shift and feel the wet of my stomach, so I open my eyes and look at Kurt, who's been staring at me while my eyes were closed. "Could you help?" I ask, gesturing towards my stomach.

He rolls his eyes, but he smiles, and moves over on his back a little to grab a tissue from the nightstand and then he reaches over and helps clean me up. "Better?"

"I was only asking for the tissue," I clarify, "but thank you."

He grins and his expression is so tender that I feel like I could fall for him over and over again every day from just that look. "Let's get some sleep now," he suggests softly, and then he's snuggling tiredly down into me, using my arm as a pillow. I crane my neck and give him a goodnight kiss that he returns eagerly, and then he's drifting away, my other arm draping over his waist.

Kurt nuzzles into my shoulder, and even though I always found the thought of it slightly creepy, I can't help but watch him as he tips on the edge of peaceful sleep. I bring my hand up and lightly trail my thumb across his cheek, "Kurt?"

He hums softly and clings tighter, and I'm not sure whether he heard me or if that was just his instinctive reaction to the sound of my voice. "Kurt," I whisper softly, "I am so in love with you."

He smiles and buries his face into me so that he's resting against my chest. I don't know if he acknowledged what I said and I think that it may be for the best. That we may not be there yet even though my blood seems to thrum with the feeling.

Instead of worrying, I decide to preserve the moment. I wrap my arms more firmly around him, press a soft kiss to his forehead, and close my eyes, sleep finding its way to me easily.

It is when I'm drifting off, in the land between awake and dreaming, when I hear it, sweet and full of pure joy in a gust against my chest.

"I'm so glad I found you again."