They arrived at Blaine's house and Kurt got the grand tour. Kurt was a little hesitant around the grandiose décor and furniture. He loved it, but it was intimidating at the same time.

"What do you think?" Blaine asked, watching his face with a smile.

"I could definitely get used to it," Kurt said laughing lightly. "But I feel like I should be covered in plastic wrap so I don't get anything dirty."

Blaine laughed with him. "I know. I was raised around this and I still don't feel comfortable enough to hang around down here."

"It just needs a few personal touches," Kurt said. He began pointing out things that didn't really work with the room and had suggestions about what could be done. They worked their way through all of the downstairs rooms and finally got to the kitchen.

"This is the perfect kitchen," Kurt said, impressed. "It's homey and inviting, yet filled with all the modern appliances one would need to cook."

"Are you hungry?" Blaine asked quickly. He enjoyed listening to him go on - he could listen forever - he just wanted to know if he could feed the boy.

"Sure, what do you have? Do you want me to cook? You know, to help with the room and board thing," Kurt said, looking around.

"Well, if you happened to use your nose, you'd be able to tell that Maggie has already come and made us dinner, it's keeping warm in the oven," Blaine said.

"Maggie? You've never mentioned a Maggie," Kurt said, tilting his head to the side.

"She is our housekeeper slash cook. She cleans for us and cooks dinner before she goes home. Her house is only a mile or so away," Blaine said, opening the oven. "Yum, homemade chicken enchiladas. I hope you like Mexican."

"Mm, I love it," Kurt said, sniffing the air. "Where are your plates?" He asked, looking around to help at least set the table.

"They are already out on the table. She sets the table for us, too," Blaine said, blushing lightly. He suddenly felt over-indulged.

"She sets the table for you? Even when it's just you here?" Kurt asked, surprised.

"Uh, yeah. I've offered to do it myself a few times, but she says she doesn't mind. All of her kids are  grown and moved away so she sees it as an opportunity to baby someone. She doesn't do it for my parents if they are on their own. She loves me," Blaine said with a grin. "I guess I'm just irresistible."

"Don't push it, Anderson," Kurt said, his eyebrow in the air.

"I'm just teasing, babe," Blaine said, walking to him and brushing their lips together.

They sat down at the table and enjoyed the dinner. Blaine told him about growing up in the house and what it was like on a day-to-day basis.

After doing the dishes and putting the leftovers in the fridge, they settled in to do their homework. Blaine helped Kurt as much as possible, while Kurt helped Blaine with his French homework.

A couple hours later, they both knew it was getting close to bedtime and so they went to their rooms, just across the hall from each other, and changed into pajamas.

Blaine had asked Kurt if he wanted to watch a movie before bed, and he'd agreed. He knew that this was an extremely crucial time in regards to his own behavior. None of this had happened in the Other reality. Kurt hadn't even been to his house until months after they'd started dating in their junior year. And Kurt had only spent the night a couple of times senior year. They'd both preferred to be at Kurt's house where it was more warm and welcome.

He heard a timid knock and called out for Kurt to come in. Blaine had dressed in loose pajama pants and a t-shirt, though he usually preferred going topless. He knew he couldn't handle being around Kurt topless, and not want to rub their bodies together. Kurt came in, dressed in similar pajamas and they shared a smile at the coincidence.

Blaine patted the blanket next to him. He'd left the bed made so there was no question about what would and would not be happening tonight.

Kurt came and sat next to him, putting his legs in some sort of yoga position that he seemed to sink into naturally. They discussed a movie and settled on Grease. They enjoyed the movie but felt free to mock it all at the same time.

As the movie wore on, Kurt moved out of his yoga pose and lay back against the pillows, sinking lower and lower as time went on. Blaine seemed to inch closer to Kurt, though he didn't intend to. Somehow, though, by the time that cheesy car flew off into the sky and the credits rolled, they were snuggled together. Kurt had laid his head into the perfect dip of Blaine's shoulder and chest. Blaine looked down at him, a lump in his throat. Kurt had laid in the exact spot off and on for years. It was so familiar, so ‘home', that he had to swallow back his tears.

As the movie went back to the menu, Kurt stretched languidly, letting out the most delicious moan. Blaine's tears dried up and now he had to hold back an erection.

"Hey Blaine?" Kurt said, still stretched out, his eyes closed.

"Yeah, babe?" Blaine asked, unable to stop his hungry eyes from devouring the body in front of him.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?" Kurt asked, opening his eyes and looking at him, fully alert.

"Um, uh, sure, yeah, that would be fine," Blaine stuttered. He hoped that was the right answer. "Wh, why?"

Kurt blushed a deep red, deeper than his normal blushes. "I, uh, I've always wanted to know what it felt like to fall asleep wrapped up with someone you care about."

Blaine smiled gently. "Me too. I'm glad you asked," he said, hoping he sounded sincere. He was much more experienced than Kurt could ever imagine; and with him no less. But he would be as innocent as he needed to be to stay in Kurt's life.

Kurt went off to moisturize and when he came back, Blaine had the blankets swept back and he was lying on his side, facing Kurt. Crawling on the bed, Kurt smiled bashfully as he lay down and pulled the blankets up around him. They stared at each other and shared a couple of giggles over the awkwardness of the situation.

Finally, Blaine turned on his back and reached out for Kurt who was more than willing to come closer. Blaine pulled him in and planted a soft kiss on his lips, both of them sighing with pleasure. Kurt snuggled down into the crook of Blaine's shoulder and Blaine pressed a kiss to his forehead. Laying there, contentedly, they both fell asleep.

. . . . . . .

The next day, there was no awkwardness between them, when Lady Gaga woke them up on the alarm. Kurt automatically began humming along, planting a light kiss on the corner of Blaine's mouth. Blaine moved in for more, but Kurt's eyebrow and waving finger told him he'd better not. Blaine made coffee and they both had some. Kurt showered and dressed for the day, lamenting the Steve McQueen that he could be wearing. For Blaine, it was just a normal day, as far as this life was concerned. He barely had style outside of school. Sometimes he continued to wear his uniform even outside of school on the weekends.

The school day went by quickly and they began rehearsing their Sectionals numbers. Kurt couldn't believe he was the lead in one of the numbers, but rose to the challenge and put his all into the rehearsal. Blaine was so proud of him and he could tell the other guys were quite impressed too. Their performance was going to be phenomenal.

Going back home, the ate the casserole that Maggie had left them, following the same routine as the day before. Blaine liked the feeling that reminded him of the Other life. Having dinner together after a long day, settling in for homework, or work like it used to be, or would be. It was a feeling of home.

They finished their homework and played with the karaoke machine for a while. Kurt laughed when Blaine sang ‘Rainbow Connection', teasing him that all he needed was Kermit the Frog to complete the act. Kurt sang ‘Single Ladies' and did his dance with it. Blaine laughed but inside he was panting with desire for this boy. Those hips had always been Blaine's Achilles heel. Any time Kurt had wanted something or wanted to drive Blaine crazy, he'd put an extra sway in his step or put on a song with a heavy beat and undulate, his hips moving almost independent of his body. But this, the original dance, was enough to make Blaine want to strip Kurt down and lick every inch of his body.

Instead, Blaine said he was going to take a quick shower before bed. Kurt nodded, already singing ‘Vogue'; completely lost in his own world.

Blaine went to his room, gathered his pajamas and went into his adjoining bathroom. He turned the water on and stripped, trying to keep his mind in a safe place.

When he stepped into the water, he failed. All he could think of was Kurt; creamy skin, hips that moved, swayed, long, graceful legs, and eyes that you could happily drown in. Before he knew it, his soapy hand was gripping his now pulsing erection. Stroking himself, he thought of the Other Kurt, and all the times they'd made mad, passionate love. The times when Blaine would pick him up, shove him against the wall and thrust into him, making Kurt scream in pleasure. The time when they had gently rocked against each other lovingly, tangled together. The way Kurt would look up at him with those blazing blue-green eyes as his sucked on Blaine's cock.

Blaine was breathing harshly, his hand moving faster and faster. The time when Kurt had first licked all of him, all the way down to his hole. That memory pushed him over the edge and he came with a loud growl. His orgasm was so intense, he became light headed and had to lean against the shower wall. He recovered after a few minutes and was able to finish showering, satisfied that his body was finally under control.

He came out of the bathroom and gasped. Kurt was sitting on his bed, his face flushed. Blaine had a feeling he knew why Kurt was so red and he turned red, knowing that Kurt must have heard him. He hadn't exactly tried to be quiet, thinking Kurt was off singing still.

"Um, do you want to watch a movie again?" Blaine asked, still acting busy.

"Sure," Kurt said and Blaine's breath caught. That tone, when Kurt's voice lowered several registers sent chills down Blaine's spine. He knew that voice. That was Kurt's aroused voice, though he doubted this Kurt realized it.

"Why don't you pick one," Blaine said, returning to the bathroom for no reason.

When he came back out, he saw that Kurt had picked a movie and was settled back on the bed. Blaine joined him, keeping a bit of distance, just in case.

"What are we watching?" Blaine asked, trying to relax.

"Pride and Prejudice," Kurt said with a smile.

"Oh, I love Mr. Darcy," Blaine said with a sigh.

"Me, too," Kurt agreed.

They discussed the different versions of the movie and the several actors who'd played Mr. Darcy. As the movie went on, they relaxed into each other again. Kurt found his place on Blaine's chest, his breath whispering across the tiny bit of exposed skin on Blaine's stomach where his shirt had ridden up. Blaine ignored it and kept his attention on the movie.

When Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth Bennett finally got over themselves and the credits rolled, Kurt sighed romantically. He leaned up and kissed Blaine, nibbling lightly on his bottom lip. Blaine hummed against him, moving his mouth against Kurt's so soft lips.

They pulled apart and turned the lights off before snuggling back against each other. They could still see each other in the dim light of the hall bathroom. Kurt moved into Blaine as they lay on their sides facing each other. He put his hand on Blaine's face and kissed him, flicking his lips with his tongue until Blaine opened to him. They both moaned quietly as their tongues met and wrapped around each other, hot and wet. Blaine couldn't resist grasping the back of Kurt's head and pulling him impossibly closer. Kurt took the hint and moved fully into Blaine, head to toe. Their legs tangled together, Kurt ran his hand down Blaine's back, stopping just before his ass.

"Blaine," Kurt whispered against his lips.

"Yeah," Blaine breathed, spreading light kisses down Kurt's jaw and onto his beautiful, long neck.

"I did, too," Kurt admitted.

"Did what, babe?" Blaine was busy nibbling on his collar bone now.

"I, um, well, I uh, um, satisfied myself while you were in the shower," Kurt finally got out.

Blaine froze and moved back to look into Kurt's eyes.

"I, uh, couldn't resist. The way you were looking at me earlier, it, uh, got to me. And then I came in here and I heard you. I'm sorry for listening, Blaine, but honestly, it turned me on so much," Kurt said, his face red and voice shaking.

Blaine closed his eyes against the barrage of images that flooded his mind. He swallowed heavily. When he opened his eyes, Kurt was right in front of him, licking his lips. His eyes were blown with lust and only a slight ring of blue was visible.

That was enough for Blaine and he moved forward that small distance, pulling Kurt closer and slanted their lips against each other. Kurt moaned and wrapped his arms around Blaine, pushing their bodies together, his erection resting against Blaine's hip. Blaine gave a small cry at the sensation, his own arousal growing eagerly against his stomach. Kurt let out the most beautiful moan, sending a shiver through Blaine's body. Want and need filled Blaine until he thought he would explode.

"Blaine," Kurt whimpered.

"What do you want, babe? Talk to me," he whispered against Kurt's ear, nipping at his earlobe.

"I need," Kurt said.

"Me too, babe. What would you like?" Blaine answered, moving down to Kurt's neck again. He thought he would never get enough of Kurt's neck, no matter how many lives he lived through.

"Touch me?" Kurt asked so quietly, Blaine had to lean up to hear him.

"Mm, touch you where," Blaine asked, nuzzling against him.

"My, um, down, um," Kurt stuttered, unable to get the word out.

"Your cock?" Blaine whispered in his ear.

Kurt shivered and let out a small gasp at the word. The words had always gotten to Kurt, he loved dirty talk.

"Do you want my hand on your cock?"

"Yes," Kurt sighed, his whole body shaking with need.

"Mm, what else do you want on your cock? Is there something you might want more?" Blaine asked, pulling Kurt's hand up and sliding Kurt's long middle finger into his mouth, twirling his tongue around it.

"Ohdeargodyesplease," Kurt got out.

"I was hoping you would say that," Blaine said, his voice dripping with need.

Kurt took his shirt off at Blaine's urging and looked to Blaine to take control. He turned Kurt from his side onto his back and slid his hands down into the soft pajama pants Kurt was wearing.

"You sure?" he whispered.

Kurt opened his eyes, looking at him with such lust, Blaine was taken aback. "Very sure," he answered.

Blaine pulled his pants off and then looked at Kurt before reaching for his boxer briefs. Kurt batted his hand away and pulled off them off himself, throwing them on the floor. He lay back down, flushing. Blaine remembered this was the first time Kurt had ever been nude in front of someone.

"You are unbelievably beautiful," Blaine said with reverence.

Kurt looked pleased.

"Amazing," Blaine said, touching a finger to Kurt's abdomen and down to his thigh. "Um, wow," he said, looking at Kurt's hardened length that stretched above his belly button. "How the hell do you wear those tight pants with this?"

Kurt smiled, pleased at his reaction. "Nothing gets in the way of fashion," he murmured.

Blaine took his shirt off and lay down beside him and kissed him thoroughly as he let his hand explore Kurt's body slowly. His hand wandered down his arms, across his chest, pausing to circle his pale nipples. Kurt began moving his lower body, hinting to Blaine to hurry up. Blaine let his hand run down Kurt's belly and touch the tip of his weeping cock. They both moaned at the contact.

"Touch me, please," Kurt whimpered, sounding near tears.

Blaine took him in hand and began to stroke him, the down, up and over with a twist that he knew Kurt loved.

"Oh god, babe, you feel so freaking good," Blaine muttered, thrusting his tongue in Kurt's mouth. Kurt was letting out a steady stream of sounds.

"That feels amazing," Kurt got out, between kisses. His own hand traveled down Blaine's back, rubbing light circles across the top of his pants. Blaine took Kurt's hand and put it on his ass, sighing loudly.

"I love it when you touch me," Blaine said, his voice rough.

Kurt explored his ass as Blaine continued to pump his erection. They were both moaning and whispering endearments to one another. Inching his hand into Blaine's pants, Kurt massaged his ass, making Blaine push back into his hand for better access.

The noises Kurt was making were getting kind of desperate, so Blaine slid down Kurt's body, until his mouth was even with Kurt's thick, throbbing cock.

"I can't wait to feel you in my mouth," Blaine said, licking his lips.

Kurt whimpered, thrusting into the air, needing release.

Blaine took Kurt in his mouth and groaned at the taste of Kurt. Kurt meanwhile was crying out with the most beautiful sounds.

"Blaine, please," he cried out.

Blaine didn't answer, just slid his mouth down Kurt, taking all of him in his mouth. When he came back up, he put his hand to work on the lower half of Kurt's cock, while he licked and sucked at the head of him.

"Blaine! Blaine, I'm gonna! Oh god! Ahhh!" Kurt screamed out, coming in powerful bursts in Blaine's mouth.

The sound of Lady Gaga singing made him open his eyes. Kurt was humming along with the radio, smiling at him sleepily.

"Morning," Kurt said shyly, planting a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth.

"Morning," Blaine said, glad that this body was calm and wasn't still feeling... well, he wouldn't go there. That is what obviously got him looped. He learned his lesson. Cuddles and kisses are good. Anything more was too much, too soon.

Damn, that would have been one intense orgasm, he thought. Oh well, he had Kurt with him and that is what mattered.