"What do you want to do first?" Blaine asked with a smile.

Kurt was practically hopping around the room in excitement. They'd only been in the hotel a half hour, just long enough to unpack, or long enough for Kurt to hang up most of his clothes. He said it would take him two hours to do it properly. Blaine had just smiled and nodded, not wanting to get into another lecture on clothing care. It was adorable, even if it was irritating at the same time.

"Rodeo drive? The Hollywood Walk of Fame? Just to start," Kurt said. He'd changed into his comfortable boots, though he'd said they didn't set off the outfit as perfectly as his not-so-comfortable boots.

"Sure. Sounds good," Blaine replied, grabbing Kurt's sweater in case he got cold later. Kurt saw and gave him a sweet smile. Blaine couldn't resist those lips and gave him a soft kiss, quickly swiping his tongue across his full lower lip. Kurt hummed deep in his throat.

"Shall we go?" Blaine said, walking to the door.

Kurt stood there for a moment, touching his lips, looking undecided. Then he looked out the window of their hotel and nodded, quickly leaving the room. It gave Blaine a sense of pride in his ability to kiss if he'd almost gotten Kurt to forget the shopping and sightseeing offered by Hollywood.

The rest of the day was spent ogling designer fashions - Kurt refused to let Blaine buy him anything. Of course what Kurt didn't know wouldn't hurt him. Blaine was keeping a mental list of what he'd liked the most. They ate an early dinner at Spago which had Kurt raving, telling Blaine about all the stars that had been seen there. Moving on to the Hollywood Walk of Fame, they took pictures with their favorite stars. Kurt forgot about his need to keep his pants clean and sat reverently next to the star of Barbra Streisand, smiling angelically at Blaine. He didn't think he would ever get over the perfection that was Kurt's pure and beautiful face. Then Kurt got rather irate and went on for at least twenty minutes when he realized Patti Lupone didn't have a star. Then they saw Bernadette Peters' star and he was able to calm down long enough for a picture.

As the sun was setting, Blaine drove them in the shiny silver rental car out to the Hollywood sign. Helping each other, they climbed down to sit just below the sign, watching the view of the city below.

Kurt leaned into Blaine's side, sighing happily. "This has been one of the best days ever, Blaine," he said.

Blaine squeezed him closer. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. You deserve it."

"Did you have fun? I'm not the only one who deserves a good time, you know," Kurt said, looking at him, concerned.

"Of course I had fun. Don't be silly. And there's more to come. We don't have to go to the Expo until the afternoon tomorrow and over the next few days we'll have plenty of time to do more. I was thinking on our next free day we could drive up to San Francisco," Blaine answered.

Kurt gasped. "Really? Can we go to the wharf? And Alcatraz?"

"Alcatraz? Really, Kurt? I didn't figure you for a prison history buff," Blaine said with a grin.

Kurt smacked him lightly. "I have many layers, Blaine."

Blaine tugged at his sweater, button up combination. "Yeah, I know about you and your layers."

"Well, if you'd drive us back to the hotel, I'd let you get rid of a few of these layers," Kurt said suggestively, nuzzling Blaine's neck with his nose.

"Let's go," Blaine said, hopping up and practically running to the car. Kurt's laughter followed behind him. He turned to watch his boyfriend make his way to the car. He'd never figured this level of happiness was even possible, much less possible for him. But Kurt had changed his entire world and there was nothing he wouldn't do for him. There was a decision to be made, though. And every time he got close to a decision, something made him step back.

They made it back to the hotel in record time, Blaine spurred on by the fact that Kurt's fingers kept exploring his pants as he drove. Running to their room, Blaine picked up Kurt and carried him into their room and threw him on the bed before pouncing on him, slanting their mouths together. Kurt made a surprised sound at the unveiled passion Blaine was showing and gave into the kiss, opening his mouth under Blaine's onslaught. He moved one hand in Blaine's hair and grabbed onto his curls, tugging lightly, knowing Blaine loved the feeling. Remembering a promise made a while ago, he broke off the kiss.

"Blaine?"

"Yeah, baby?" Blaine asked, kissing down the side of Kurt's face and onto his neck.

Kurt's eyes fluttered shut, instantly distracted by Blaine's magical lips and tongue. "Blaine, stop. I have a, um, request."

Blaine looked up quickly, his golden eyes darkened with lust and interest. "Sure, babe. What do you want to try?"

"I'd, uh, like to, uh, top," he stuttered out, turning red. Seeing Blaine's face freeze, he quickly amended. "If you were still willing to give it a try."

Blaine rolled off of Kurt and lay there staring at the ceiling.

Kurt moved over to him and turned his face so they were looking at each other. "Blaine, honey, you don't have to. I would never ask you to do something you weren't comfortable with. Our sex life is so freaking amazing. It was just curiosity, since I've never, um, done that."

"Neither have I," Blaine said quietly.

"Huh?" Kurt asked, confused. Then he made the connection. "You've never bottomed?"

"Well, once. My very first time having any kind of sex. Never again, though," he admitted, not looking at Kurt.

Kurt was all too familiar with Blaine's expression. Something had happened during that one encounter and he was being haunted by it. "Blaine, what happened? You can talk to me."

Blaine looked at him and saw only compassion. His first instinct was to change the subject, but he realized that Kurt had shared his darkest moments with Blaine, he'd be a hypocrite if he didn't share as well. "Um. Well, the guy was older. I was fifteen. He was eighteen. I thought he was really into me. He took me on a few dates and we made out for a while several times. I know now it was only a crush, but at the time, I could have sworn I was in love with him. Then one night, he invited me over. He'd graduated from school that year and had his own apartment. We had a few beers and started making out. It got hot and heavy pretty fast. I was excited, you know, at that age, it's all we seem to think about. Then we were naked and he, uh, just kinda shoved it in. No preparation, lube, nothing." Blaine heard Kurt's gasp, but kept talking before he lost his nerve. "I tried not to scream, but I started crying. I couldn't help it, it hurt so fucking bad. He just kinda laughed and kept going. I wasn't even hard anymore. All I could think was that I'd done something wrong and that was why I wasn't enjoying it. When he finished, he just rolled off and went to sleep. I cried for a while more then went home. It hurt to walk, sit, anything. After that, I didn't have sex for another year. I insisted that I top exclusively. If the guy wasn't down with that, we just didn't have sex. I'd done a lot of research during that year and realized how it was supposed to be done, with the lube and all. I made sure I never hurt anyone in that way, and I never did." He went quiet, feeling tired after talking for so long.

"Thank you for telling me, Blaine. I'm sorry your first time was like that. I love you," Kurt said, leaning down to gently kiss him. "I would never purposely hurt you, Blaine. But you know I would also never push you to do something you aren't comfortable with, just like you wouldn't with me," he finished quietly. He laid his head on Blaine's chest, letting Blaine have time to think. He couldn't believe Blaine had suffered like that his very first time. He felt lucky that Blaine had been his first, knowing he had purposely made sure he was gentle.

"Kurt?" his voice came almost silently.

"Yeah?"

"Will you make love to me?" Blaine asked, his heart pounding nervously.

Kurt leaned up and looked down at him. "Are you sure?"

Blaine nodded.

"Will you teach me what to do so I don't hurt you?" Kurt asked. He was sure he had the basics down, but there was no way he was going to fake his way through something that had been traumatic for the man he loved.

"Yeah, I can do that," Blaine said with a small smile.

They undressed each other slowly, taking the time to share soft kisses and caress bits of skin as they were revealed. Finally nude, they stood, clinging together, kissing passionately. Kurt bit and nibbled at Blaine's top lip as he loved to do and Blaine's hands roamed down to cup his ass, squeezing gently. Blaine had already set out the supplies they would need and they nervously got into bed. Kurt kissed Blaine once more than slid down his body, stopping here and there to lick or kiss. Getting to the V of his hips, he licked those beautiful lines, loving Blaine's strong body. Taking Blaine's straining cock in his mouth, he deep throated him quickly, enjoying the gasp that escaped Blaine's mouth.

"Baby," he cried out.

Kurt hummed around him, knowing that drove him crazy. He felt Blaine's hips buck underneath him and knew he was sufficiently distracted. He grabbed the lube and coated his fingers. Dropping Blaine from his mouth, he leaned up, and slid his tongue into Blaine's mouth. They moaned at the contact, both of them tasting Blaine on their tongues. Kurt pulled back and breathed hotly in his ear.

"Are you ready?"

He quickly moved back to Blaine's mouth, sweeping his tongue across his lips, before plunging deeply into his mouth. He felt Blaine's nod and closed his eyes, hoping he was going to please Blaine. Slowly, he moved his finger into position and gently circled around Blaine's hole. He heard a gasp and looked up quickly.

"Okay?" he asked, breathless at touching Blaine like this.

"Oh god, yes," Blaine panted. "Go ahead, push in just a little."

Kurt obeyed, sliding just in past his fingernail. Blaine's hips shot off the bed and this time Kurt knew he was okay. That look on his face was pure passionate need.

"More, Kurt, please," he moaned.

Pushing just a bit more, up to his second knuckle, he paused his movements so Blaine could adjust to the stretch. He kissed and nipped around Blaine's chest, flicking his tongue across his nipples. Blaine was getting into it already, moving his hips slightly against Kurt's finger.

"A-Another finger, baby," he stammered, pushing against Kurt again.

Kurt put more lube on his fingers and so slowly, he inserted two fingers, awed by the feeling of his body penetrating Blaine's. His own cock was hard and straining, though he was still stressed over possibly hurting his love.

"That feels," Blaine started, swallowing loudly. "That feels fucking amazing, baby." He gave his hips a light roll and moaned before rolling again until he was fucking himself down onto Kurt's fingers.

"You're so tight," Kurt said, amazed.

"More, baby, please more. Another finger," Blaine said, a sheen of sweat covering his chest and face.

Repeating the process of lubing and inserting slowly, he soon had Blaine thrusting down onto his fingers, crying out in pleasure. Kurt leaned down and took his cock in his mouth, opening his throat to take him as deeply as he could. Blaine cried out so loudly, it was almost a yell.

"Shit, Kurt. Fuck! Oh god, baby, I need you. Please. Fuck me, please," he begged, grabbing Kurt's hair and pulling him off his cock. He moaned again, seeing Kurt's lust blown eyes and swollen, spit shiny lips.

Kurt sat back, slowly removing his fingers, in awe over the way Blaine's body looked as he clenched around the air.

"Hurry, baby, please," Blaine said, thrashing his head around on the pillow, grasping the blankets in his hands.

Kurt slid the condom on and covered himself liberally in lube before moving hesitantly into position. "Okay, Blaine, honey. I'm just going to line up and you help me with how fast to go, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, please, Kurt," he panted.

Kurt nudged Blaine's hole and began sliding in so slowly he gritted his teeth. The sensation was so new. Blaine had given him blowjobs, so he'd had something hot and wet around him before. But this. This was tight and so unbelievably hot, he thought he might explode. "Shit, Blaine. You're so tight."

"Uhhh," Blaine replied, unable to believe the delicious sense of being filled by the man he loved. There was no pain, no pinch or painful stretch. It was just heat and Kurt. "More, baby."

Kurt eased deeper and they both cried out. Blaine lifted his hips, taking Kurt deeper, raising his confidence as it continued to be pain free. Biting his lips, he threw his hips up, seating Kurt to the hilt in one swift motion.

Kurt shrieked and Blaine was just as loud. "Oh my god, baby. You feel unbelievable," Blaine breathed.

"You. Too. I need to move, Blaine, honey, please," Kurt begged.

"Yes, yes, please," Blaine agreed.

Kurt undulated his hips and began a hesitant rhythm, spurred on by the sounds Blaine was making. He knew he wasn't going to last long. The heat and tightness was too intense.

"Touch yourself," Kurt instructed. "I want to see you come."

Blaine moaned and palmed himself, stroking quickly, opening his eyes to watch Kurt above him.

Kurt experimented with the different ways to move his hips and when Blaine cried out and rolled his eyes back, he realized he'd found that tiny bundle of nerves. He kept his hips going in the same direction and soon Blaine was yelling gutturally, coming all over his stomach and chest. At the sight, Kurt was pushed over the edge and came hard, the orgasm seeming to go on and on until he sat there, limp and exhausted. Remembering how tender he was the first time, he eased out of Blaine slowly before getting off the bed to dispose of the condom. He went into the bathroom and got a towel wet with hot water. Coming back, he saw Blaine hadn't even moved, was just laying there breathing hard. Kurt felt a spurt of pride, knowing he was responsible for the blissed out look on his boyfriend's face. Gently, he cleaned Blaine's stomach and chest, before wiping off the rest of the lube. Blaine hissed a little, but quickly relaxed under Kurt's gentle hands. He threw the towel in the direction of the bathroom and climbed on the bed, helping Blaine under the covers.

"Does it hurt, Blaine?" he finally asked, needing to know.

Blaine kept his eyes closed and smiled, a dopey, satisfied smile. "A little sore, but it feels good in a way, too."

Kurt let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. "Good."

Blaine heard him sigh and looked over at him. "Kurt that was one of the most incredible, erotic, bestest sexual experiences of my life."

"Bestest?" Kurt teased lightly.

"I have no vocabulary. Sue me. I've just been thoroughly fucked and I'm damn happy about it," Blaine said with a tired grin.

"Well alright then," Kurt said and kissed him. "Sleep sweet, Blaine."

"Love you, baby," he whispered as he fell asleep.

"I love you, too," Kurt said to the sleeping man at his side.

. . . . .

Blaine woke up as the sun was rising, the time difference waking him up earlier than he normally would be. He felt a tender stiffness in his body and smiled. It wasn't unpleasant and only reminded him of the previous night's activities. Sitting up, he looked at Kurt. He had one hand over his head and one hand curled up under his chin. His hair was mussed and his mouth was slightly open as he slept. Blaine thought he'd never looked so beautiful. Hell, the angels must deal with jealousy on a daily basis due to the man beside him. He got up and stretched, enjoying the pops and snaps his body made. He padded to the window naked. They were on the twentieth floor, so he didn't have to worry about being seen. The city wasn't awake yet and with the smog hanging over it, it wasn't that much to look at. Turning back to the vision in the bed, he thought about his relationship with Kurt. There was still a decision awaiting him. One answer left him with a stone cold rock in his gut. One answer left him with his heart being ripped out. He remembered the first time he'd seen Kurt. He'd been such an asshole to him, had bullied him unmercifully. And yet somehow, the universe had seen fit to turn it all around so now the angel was his. Wandering back to the window, he agonized over his choices before grimly making his decision.

. . . . .

"So we'll have the opening group number and then Blaine will have the first solo. Keep your eye on the schedule posted over there near the curtain. You need to be backstage fifteen minutes before you are due to perform. Those of you not performing after the group number will be taking a seat in the audience. We have a section cordoned off for us. Be polite to other performers and show respect. Questions? Good. Hands in," Mr. Schue said and put his hand forward. Everyone gathered around as tightly as possible and put their hands in.

"DALTON!" they yelled and cheered.

Their opening number went off without a hitch, getting the audience to their feet and clapping wildly for them. Blaine had to stay backstage and wait through a couple songs before his solo was up. Kurt gave him a kiss on the way to take a seat in the audience. He wasn't singing anymore today, so he got to enjoy the show.

"Good luck, Blaine," he said smiling broadly.

"Thanks, baby," Blaine said and returned the smile nervously.

Kurt looked at him in confusion. "Are you nervous?"

"Nah. I think that burrito was a bad choice for lunch," he replied, rubbing his stomach.

"I tried to tell you," Kurt said. "Do you want me to find you some medicine?"

"No, thanks though. I'm just going to drink some water and relax before the song. I'll be watching for you," he said, kissing Kurt softly.

"I'll be there," Kurt said.

. . . . .

"From Dalton Academy, in New York City, please welcome Blaine Anderson!" the emcee announced.

Kurt jumped to his feet, cheering wildly.

Blaine looked stunning in the simple, close cut blue suit. He took the microphone and looked around. Kurt waved and beamed when Blaine found him and smiled in return. He looked like he was feeling better which relieved Kurt's mind. It would have been awful to have to perform with an upset stomach. The music started and Kurt looked around in confusion. This wasn't the solo Blaine had practiced. Blaine grinned at him and winked. Blushing, Kurt sat back to listen.

I gotta take a little time

A little time to think things over

I better read between the lines

In case I need it when I'm older

Blaine looked out at Kurt, hoping he realized that the things Blaine had to deal with were outside of their relationship. There was a lot to get through, problems he created, but it didn't change the love he felt for Kurt. He'd made his choice and he would not veer from the path he chose.

Now this mountain I must climb

Feels like a world upon my shoulders

Through the clouds I see love shine

It keeps me warm as life grows colder

In my life there's been heartache and pain

I don't know if I can face it again

Can't stop now, I've traveled so far

To change this lonely life

I wanna know what love is

I want you to show me

I wanna feel what love is

I know you can show me

I'm gonna take a little time

A little time to look around me

I've got nowhere left to hide

It looks like love has finally found me

Blaine was lost in the music, in Kurt's wide eyes. He gestured to him, hopefully making him realize he was responsible for the change in his life.

In my life there's been heartache and pain

I don't know if I can face it again

I can't stop now, I've traveled so far

To change this lonely life

I wanna know what love is

I want you to show me

I wanna feel what love is

I know you can show me

The curtain behind Blaine rose and revealed a fully robed choir who began singing backup. The audience was on their feet and tears were streaming down Kurt's face.

I wanna know what love is

I want you to show me

And I wanna feel, I want to feel what love is

And I know, I know you can show me

Let's talk about love

I wanna know what love is, the love that you feel inside

I want you to show me, and I'm feeling so much love

I wanna feel what love is, no, you just cannot hide

I know you can show me, yeah

I wanna know what love is, let's talk about love

I want you to show me, I wanna feel it too

I wanna feel what love is, I want to feel it too

And I know and I know, I know you can show me

Show me love is real, yeah

I wanna know what love is... I wanna know...

The applause was deafening. Instead of leaving the stage, Blaine raised his hand up, trying to get people to calm down. It took a few moments and Kurt was wondering what was going on. Why hadn't he left the stage? Did he have another number?

"Please, ladies and gentleman, if you could indulge me for a moment," Blaine said, and people took their seats, finally becoming quiet.

"I haven't always been the nicest of people. I have more skeletons in my closet than most," he chuckled and the audience laughed lightly. "But someone came into my life recently who, like the song says, showed me what love is, what it feels like, and how it can change your life for the better. Kurt, could you come up here, please?"

Kurt stayed frozen in his seat, eyes wide and face red.

Colton pushed at him. "Go on, Kurt."

"Ladies and gentleman, Kurt is a bit shy, could you help encourage him to come up here?" Blaine announced.

The audience began chanting 'Kurt, Kurt, Kurt' and cheering as he finally stood and made his way to the stage. He climbed the stairs, looking like a deer in the headlights.

The theater became quiet as he came to stand next to Blaine who turned to him.

"Kurt, knowing you and loving you has made me a better man. You've shown me how to look outside myself and my needs and truly care for another person. An eternity wouldn't be long enough to show you how I feel about you," he said. Pulling a small box out of his pocket, he got down on one knee.

Kurt was quivering before him, knees shaking, unable to believe what was happening. Was he going to wake up? Had he fallen asleep during the performances.

Opening the box, he smiled up at Kurt. "I don't know much about eternity, but I swear to love you every minute of every day of this life we've been given. Would you do me the incredible honor of becoming my husband?"

The audience shot back to their feet, yelling and shouting, applauding as loud as they can.

Kurt stood there for a moment, tears sliding down his face. "Yes," he whispered.

"Excuse me, folks, could you let Kurt give me an answer," Blaine said cheerfully. "What was that, babe?"

Holding the microphone to Kurt's mouth, he grinned. Kurt gave a loud "yes!" that was heard around the room.

Blaine stood and grabbed Kurt in his arms, swinging him around. "I love you, Kurt Hummel."

"I love you, Blaine," Kurt whispered tearfully.

Setting him down, he took the platinum band out and pushed it onto Kurt's finger. Kurt barely saw the fine row of diamonds and the sparkle that would have caught his attention any other time. He was too busy staring at Blaine, his fiancé.

"Congratulations to the newly engaged couple! There will be a ten minute intermission before the next performances," the emcee announced. The curtain came down and Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine.

"What brought this on?" he had to know.

"It was either risk losing you someday to some guy who could make you happier, which killed me inside when I thought about it. Or propose to you, which scared me to death, but ensures that you are mine until we die," Blaine said honestly.

"I would never leave you, Blaine. There will never be anyone but you, how could you even think that? I don't want you to propose just because you're scared of losing me," Kurt said, his heart breaking.

"No, baby, no. I've been wanting to propose for a while and it scared me, cuz well, I haven't had the best track record with relationships. But when I started thinking about what could happen if I didn't get over myself, what I would be giving up; namely you, then I made the decision. I want to spend the rest of my life with you because I love you. I want you to belong to me in every way a person can belong to someone," he said, seeing the relief on Kurt's face.

"I do belong to you. And yes, I'll marry you," Kurt said, wrapping his arms around Blaine.

They stood there, hugging, nuzzling against one another until they were ushered away by the stage manager.

That night, as they lay tangled against each other, Kurt wiggled his fingers in the air, seeing the sparkle of his ring. Kurt Anderson. He could get used to that. Snuggling into his fiancé, he quickly fell asleep.

. . . . .

Two days later, while they were going on rides at Disney Land, Blaine got a text which dropped his stomach into the ground.

Your parent's house was broken into. No injuries. No theft. Looks like a warning. Be careful.

Looking over at his fiancé, he came to a realization. He was going to have to tell Kurt. All of it.