At Sectionals the next week, the Warbler's blew the competition out of the water. Kurt's version of "Hey Soul Sister" mixed with the Warbler's backing him had been unbeatable. Blaine knew he was down because he'd beaten his old teammates, so Blaine gave him a hug and helped him get into a mood for celebration. The council had arranged for a banquet in the senior commons and Kurt was named the hero of the competition, all of the Warblers applauding him. They stayed late, singing impromptu songs, eating everything in sight, and joking around with each other.

When Blaine and Kurt got home - Blaine loved being able to say that - they did their homework and then had hot cocoa with marshmallows and cookies on the couch. They discussed the competition and how Kurt felt about it.

"You really did amazing, Kurt. You deserved the solo and knocked it out of the park," Blaine said, dipping a cookie in his cocoa.

"Thank you, Blaine. I do feel like I did a good job. I practically saw Rachel's jaw hit the floor when I walked to center stage," he grinned. "Especially because she didn't get her usual solo."

Blaine smiled with him. "It feels good, huh? The other Warblers were sure wild about how you did. They were saying if it weren't for you, we wouldn't have won."

"Oh, I doubt that. The Warblers are an amazing group. They could have easily won on their own. I just, I feel like...,"

Blaine set his cup down and leaned close, putting a comforting hand on Kurt's arm. "What is it?"

Kurt looked up at him with a smile and tears in his eyes. "I feel like I was seen tonight, Blaine, even in a uniform. A feeling I never felt with the New Directions. I was just a background singer for them. Tonight, I helped take my team to the top in a tangible way. It feels good, I feel good. And yet, I looked at my friends and saw their despair. They didn't win, they at least got to Regionals last year. Now they didn't. And I," he trailed off again, shaking his head.

"Are you blaming yourself for them not winning?" Blaine asked, a bit incredulous.

"I guess. Yeah, I do, in a way. I mean, I know that's silly. I'm sure Rachel is going off on them saying that they lost because she didn't perform a solo. But they did really well. It was a real competition, don't you think?" Kurt asked, sipping his cocoa.

"It was a real competition. Nobody was outright awful. It was very close, though I like to think we had it in the bag from the start," Blaine said with a wink.

"Well, I've had enough of this day," Kurt said. "I'm going to feed Pav, put him to bed, and then take a bath."

"Enjoy. I'm going to look up a couple songs that I've been throwing around for ideas. Now those ideas are for Regionals! I'm so excited!" Blaine said, his golden eyes lit up.

"You are so cute," Kurt said, dropping a kiss on his head before heading upstairs.

Blaine watched him with love in his eyes. He hadn't told him yet, of course. It was still ‘early' for declarations of heavy emotions. After the small loop, he'd been behaving more gentlemanly, even when Kurt wanted to sleep in his room with him. His parents would be home the next day, so tonight would be their last night to snuggle. Kurt had actually spent a couple nights in his own room as he got more used to the new atmosphere. Over the weekend before Sectionals, he'd gone home and enjoyed time with his friends and family. He had said that Rachel had taunted him, teasing him by telling him they were going to win and didn't he wish he was back? Kurt had told Blaine that he'd answered with a resounding No! Kurt was satisfied that his dad was being well cared for while he was gone. Given that Carole was a nurse, he had to give her credit. But he'd been caring for his father for so many years, it felt like he was abandoning his dad. But he saw clearly that his dad was doing well. Missing Kurt, like he missed his dad; otherwise, doing just fine.

Kurt was fitting in more and more at Dalton. His success tonight would only help him. But he'd gained friends in the Warblers who then introduced him to more people. At lunch, he'd brought several new people to the table they usually sat at. Kurt had introduced them almost hesitantly, but Blaine welcomed them all and took the time to get to know them in the short time they had. It was wonderful to see him branch out this way. He didn't know what was different, because Kurt hadn't blossomed like this Before. Was it his presence? That couldn't be it. Maybe Karma was finally catching up to the wonderful young man and giving him everything he deserved. That had to be it. And Blaine was lucky to be able to witness it all.

He went upstairs and took a quick shower, dressing in his usual pajamas. Kurt had been so sweet and done the laundry one evening before Blaine could stop him. So Blaine had cleaned Pav's cage for Kurt because he knew it grossed him out.

Combing out his hair, knowing it was just going to curl out of control when it dried, he brushed his teeth and headed into the bedroom. He put on the Wizard of Oz, knowing Kurt loved it, hoping it would be a treat on their last night together for a while. Luckily his parents traveled often and wouldn't be in town for very long. He had a feeling that was why his parents had no problem with Kurt staying. They didn't have to witness the ‘gayness' that might happen in their house. Though, other than sex, Blaine had no idea what they thought they'd see. A pride parade through the house? Rainbow flags at every corner? A wild house party with half naked men grinding against each other? Hmm, he thought with a grin, that last one had potential.

"What are you smiling about?" Kurt said, coming and climbing up on the bed in his normal spot, another small thing Blaine loved about their new living situation.

"Just pondering what life will be like once my parents are here," he answered. He saw the uneasy look on Kurt's face and silently cursed himself. Grabbing the remote, he went to the bed and took Kurt's hands in his own. "Please don't worry, Kurt. They are fine. And honestly, they kind of ignore my existence and other than general politeness, they probably won't talk to you either. Which is a good thing, trust me. They'll also be going out most nights, so we'll only see them in passing. We'll also find out when they are leaving again, which will be in two weeks or less. I think they have an expiration date here," he chuckled.

"That seems kind of lonely, Blaine," Kurt said, his voice soft.

Blaine gave it some thought. "It can be. I adjusted to it years ago, though. Honestly, after I came out, I appreciated that they were gone. They were accepting but didn't want to talk about it. Kind of a ‘don't ask, don't tell' situation. I have Maggie. I love her to death. She's the one who cleaned my cuts and kissed my owies, she read me bedtime stories and listened to me sing, encouraging me. After doing some research she even had ‘the talk' about sex with me. She has been more of a mom to me than my mother," he said, seeing Kurt nod.

"She is wonderful," he agreed. Kurt had met her a few days ago and Maggie had cooed over him talking about how delightful he is and how adorable he is and isn't Blaine lucky to have such a sweet little thing in his life? Between her and Blaine, they got Kurt to admit what his favorite meals were so she could make some for him. "So, what are we watching?

"Just watch," Blaine teased and scooted close to him. They were both leaning back against the pillows, Kurt with his head on Blaine's shoulder, their hands clasped on their legs. This was the position they had silently decided on until they laid down to sleep.

They got through the beginning of the movie and Kurt squealed in delight. "I love this movie!"

Blaine squeezed his hand. "I know you do."

They sang along with the songs, spoke the lines with the characters. Kurt sang along with Dorothy and Blaine just closed his eyes to listen, allowing the waves of Kurt's voice to wash over him like a balm. He had the most beautiful, angelic voice in all of existence, Blaine had no doubt. He must have fallen asleep to the sound because the next thing he knew was Kurt was pulling the blanket up over them.

"Blaine, sweetie, lay down," Kurt encouraged quietly.

Blaine sank down onto the bed and grabbed for Kurt. "Love you, Kurt," he mumbled. Then, realizing what he said, his eyes flew open.

Kurt's eyes were wide, shock clear on his face.

"I'm so sorry, Kurt. I was sleepy and it just sort of popped out," Blaine said, hoping this didn't force another loop.

Kurt's pink cheeks paled. "But, uh," he went quiet.

"What is it, baby?" Blaine asked, worried at how pale he was.

"Did you mean it?" Kurt whispered, his eyes shining with unshed tears.

Blaine realized he was afraid, afraid he had only said it because he was tired. "Yes, I mean it, Kurt. I love you. I have for a while. I just didn't want to come on too strong or freak you out. I know that can be the kiss of death for a new," Blaine would have continued, but Kurt had taken over his mouth, kissing him fiercely. Kurt's tongue was masterfully taking over his mouth. Blaine was surprised at the skill he was exhibiting. Innocent, sweet Kurt? This young, inexperienced man had grabbed hold of Blaine's face and was tearing him apart, filling him with need.

Finally, Kurt backed off, breathing heavily, his eyes blown but sparkling with happiness. "I love you, too."

Blaine's heart wanted to explode. He'd known Kurt and he would fall in love. Heck, he came into this world already loving Kurt. But being able to relive this sweet, unbearably beautiful moment was worth everything he'd gone through. Nothing meant more than this man's love. If he had it, he could go through hell and back and still be alive. He would always have something to live for if this man loved him. He grabbed Kurt back to him and hugged him tightly, love filling him, bringing tears to his eyes. He buried his face in Kurt's neck, smelling his familiar scent that never changed over the years. He sniffed loudly.

Kurt sat back. "Sweetie, what's wrong?"

Blaine grinned at him. "Nothing is wrong. You love me. That means that everything is right," he said, cupping his hand on Kurt's cheek.

"Blaine Anderson, my boyfriend, I love you," Kurt said.

"Kurt Hummel, my boyfriend, I love you so much," Blaine said.

Kurt poked him in the stomach. "You just had to one-up me didn't you? Had to add in the ‘so much'," he said, grinning.

"Yeah, so? What are you going to do about it?" Blaine teased.

"You do not want Bitchy Kurt to come out, Blaine Everett Anderson," Kurt warned, his eyebrow in the air.

"And what would Bitchy Kurt do?" Blaine said, tickling his ribs.

"Blaine! Stop!" Kurt giggled, rolling around on the bed.

"Where's Bitchy Kurt now?" Blaine asked, running his fingers on Kurt's neck, knowing he would instantly jump and try to get away. Other than kissing, Kurt's neck was very sensitive to other touches.

Using his surprising leg strength, Kurt got a hold of Blaine and flipped him onto his back. Laughing, he straddled Blaine and began tickling him, getting his hips and abs, where he knew his weak spots were. Finally, Blaine laughed and brought Kurt down onto his chest, kissing him. They giggled through the kisses. They rested against each other's foreheads, smiling and breathing hard after the tickles. Kurt wiggled against him and at the same time, they seemed to notice where their hips were resting. When they'd started kissing, Kurt had slid down some and now their groins were perfectly aligned and, without their knowledge, their bodies were very happy with the recent bout of activity.

Kurt shifted and they both gasped as their growing erections slid against each other. He looked into Blaine's eyes and moved his hips on purpose this time. A moan and a gasping cry filled the air. They looked at each other, Blaine's eyes filled with fear, Kurt's eyes filled with need.

"Why do you look scared, Blaine?" Kurt asked, rubbing the space between Blaine's eyebrows to flatten out the worry.

"I just don't want to go too far. Even though, I want to so very much," Blaine said. He didn't want to loop again. It would mean he'd gone too far; that Kurt wasn't ready for whatever they did. It scared him. He didn't ever want to hurt Kurt.

"If we both want it, then it's not going too far. Especially if we agree to stop if it becomes too much," Kurt pointed out.

Blaine knew he'd never think it was too much. Maybe a little more kissing wouldn't be too much. He brought Kurt back to him, kissing him slowly, licking at his lips, sucking his top lip into his mouth to nibble at and taste. He gasped and his eyes flew open when he felt Kurt grind down on him a little.

"Is that too much?" Kurt asked, worried.

"Er.. no," Blaine said, letting Kurt see the lust he was feeling.

"Well, there's this thing I was thinking we could try. It's, um, non-invasive and something we could enjoy without going anywhere too far," Kurt said, sounding like he was trying to sell something.

"What would that be?" Blaine asked, having a feeling he already know.

"We just kind of rub together, like this," Kurt said, moving their hips together again, both of them crying out. "Until, you know. Until we finish."

"Baby, you should be able to say it if you want to do it," Blaine said quietly. He'd been getting Kurt to open up about what he knew about sex. Kurt had a lot of questions and Blaine was more than willing to answer them, though he knew it was more of a job for his dad. The Other Kurt had revealed that he'd been utterly humiliated that Blaine had gone behind his back to speak with his father about the topic. Blaine kept that in mind. If he was going to be doing this stuff while he was with Blaine, then he should know everything there was to know. The first thing Blaine had taught him was to get used to the vocabulary.

"We grind until we, um, orgasm," Kurt said quietly.

"Good job, baby. The actual action is called frottage. Kind of a gross sounding word for something that sounds so lovely. And I'm willing to try it, but you are staying on top. You are in control, if you want or need to stop, you'll be able to. Deal?" Blaine asked.

"Deal," Kurt said and leaned down to kiss him again.

Blaine put his arms around him, rubbing up and down his back before settling his hands on his hips as Kurt started to move against him. Kurt found that if he balanced on his arms above Blaine and thrust up against him, it made the sensations much stronger.

"Oh god," Blaine breathed. "That is so freaking intense."

"I definitely like it," Kurt gasped. "Now shut up and kiss me."

They kissed, grinding together, Kurt's hips undulating, spinning and pumping against him.

Kurt paused, his eyes wide and a high pitched cry escaped him.

Blaine felt Kurt's cock throbbing against his own as he came, the sensation sending Blaine over the edge, coming in his pants.

Kurt collapsed on him, breathing hard. He murmured wordlessly in Blaine's ear, rubbing his sides.

Blaine looked around and realized he hadn't looped. Was frotting really on the acceptable list? Maybe because Kurt was in control?

He didn't care. He was just glad he was still here and Kurt had had his first real sexual experience and came out of it happy and satisfied.

"I think I understand why people can just have sex all day," Kurt mumbled happily.

"I agree. But let's get you to the bathroom. You don't want to sleep like this," Blaine said.

Kurt suddenly felt the wetness in his pants and agreed. He skipped off to his own bathroom instead of using Blaine's. Probably to change, Blaine thought. Blaine went in, cleaned up and changed before crawling into bed.

Kurt soon joined him and they snuggled together, both of them satisfied and sleepy.

"Love you, Blaine," Kurt said drowsily.

"Love you, too," Blaine said, drifting off.

. . . . .

The next week found them preparing for Christmas. Blaine had gotten a gig singing "Baby, It's Cold Outside". He had asked them if he could bring Kurt to sing with him and luckily, they were a progressive group and agreed.

Blaine walked into the room he knew Kurt liked to study in. Kurt looked up at him and shut his book, glad for the distraction.

"I got a job singing ‘Baby It's Cold Outside' for the King's Island Christmas Spectacular," Blaine said, making a grand gesture with his arms. "I need you to help rehearse with me."

Kurt's face closed off for a moment before he agreed. "Anything to get me to stop reading about Charlemagne," he said putting his books away.

"Very good, then," Blaine said and turned on the music. He gave a spin, his eyes going flirty. He danced around the room, pointing to Kurt to sing first.

I really can't stay

But baby, it's cold outside

I've got to go away

But baby, it's cold outside

Kurt got into the mood of the song quickly; his eyes were flirty and he was smiling as he sang back and forth with Blaine.

This evening has been

Been hoping that you'd drop in

So very nice

I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice

Blaine took Kurt's hands and pulled him out of his chair. Kurt shook him off and danced away, flitting around the room.

My mother will start to worry

Beautiful what's your hurry

My father will be pacing the floor

Listen to the fire place roar

So really I'd better scurry

Kurt kept his eyes flirty, his hands behind his back. Blaine put his hands up to beg and Kurt smiled at him, enjoying the back and forth of the song.

Beautiful please don't hurry

But maybe just half a drink more

Put some records on while I pour

The neighbors might think

Baby, it's bad out there

They kept walking and dancing around each other, sometimes pausing to sit on the edge of the couch. Kurt was fully into it now, Blaine could see and was glad.

Say what's in this drink?

No haps to be had out there

I wish I knew how

Your eyes are like starlight now

Blaine put his hands up like a camera, taking Kurt's picture. Kurt scurried away, going behind the couch.

To break the spell

I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell

I ought to say no, no, no sir

Kurt leaned against the back of the couch. Blaine joined him and came closer and closer as they sang.

Mind if I move in closer?

At least I'm gonna say that I tried

What the sense of hurting my pride?

I really can't say

Baby, don't hold out

Oh but/Baby but it's cold outside

Blaine played the piano along with the music, both of them smiling at each other.

I simply must go

But, baby, it's cold outside

The answer is no

But, baby, it's cold outside

This welcome has been

How lucky that you dropped in

So nice and warm

Look out the window at that storm

My sister will be suspicious

Kurt leaned toward Blaine over the couch as they sang. Blaine stared intently at Kurt's lips, making him blush.

Gosh your lips look delicious

My brother will be there at the door

Waves upon a tropical shore

Blaine quickly brushed a kiss across Kurt's mouth, both of them a tad breathless from the chemistry they were stirring up through the song.

My maiden aunt's mind is vicious

Ooh your lips are delicious

But maybe just a cigarette more

Never such a blizzard before

I've got to get home

They moved to stand in front of the fireplace, leaning in identical poses as they sang to each other.

But, baby, you'd freeze out there

Say, lend me a coat?

It's up to your knees out there

You've really been nice

I'm thrilled when you touch my hair

But don't you see

Blaine gave him a heartbroken look, sinking down slightly as he sang.

How can you do this thing to me?

There's bound to be talk tomorrow

Think of my lifelong sorrow

They leaned across the couch again, this time their faces got closer as they sang, but Kurt danced away before Blaine could steal another kiss. Blaine grabbed Kurt and led him into a small waltz around the room. He leaned Kurt backward a bit, dancing him in circles before drawing him back up to sing his next line.

At least there will be plenty implied

If you got pneumonia and died

I really can't stay

Get over that hold out...

They danced over to the couch, Blaine holding his hand out for Kurt to sit down. Kurt nodded and they sat next to each other as they sang the last line.

Ooh/ Oh but baby, it's cold outside

They smiled at each other, breathless. Blaine took Kurt's chin and kissed him softly on the lips, as they stayed on the couch, enjoying the romantic moment.

"Well, I can at least say I was better than whatever girl you are singing this with," Kurt said, trying to sound bitchy, but ended up sounding disappointed.

"I do believe you just insulted yourself," Blaine deadpanned, though he was sorry the moment was ruined. He should have told Kurt before they sang so he didn't have to feel this way.

"What? How?" Kurt demanded.

"Because you are the one singing with me, dummy. I talked to the producers and they said as long as you sing as well as I told them you do, you are more than welcome to join me as my partner," Blaine said with a grin.

"Really?" Kurt's eyes went wide.

"Really," Blaine confirmed.

"Oh, Blaine, I love you! This is going to be wonderful. Our first duet in front of an audience. What are we going to wear? Is it outside because that is really hard on the voice, especially in the cold, but if we wear enough scarves...," Kurt kept talking.

Blaine just grinned and nodded and shook his head throughout the discussion, satisfied that he'd made Kurt happy, once again.