Blaine was right when he said his parents never stayed at home for long. They stayed six days before leaving again, this time for three weeks. Kurt was treated politely, but coldly, just as Blaine had warned. He didn't get hurt feelings, just stayed respectful and stayed out of the way. Blaine and Kurt enjoyed life without his parents, teasing about them living together. Maggie put a halt to that, though. She started staying later in the day to keep an eye on them. Not that there was much to keep an eye on. Kurt and Blaine were responsible young men, always getting their homework done and Blaine's simple list of chores.

Christmas was celebrated at the Hummel house due to Blaine's parents being gone. Kurt gave him a drawing that he'd made of Blaine and himself and had it framed. Blaine hadn't known what to get, so he got him a selection of scarves which he loved.

They met Mercedes and Rachel for coffee one day. Blaine was able to give them advice about McKinley's football team. Kurt just smiled and said "We love football. Well, Blaine loves football. I love scarves." Blaine couldn't help but love this adorable side of Kurt. He found himself appreciating everything Kurt did; his movements, key phrases he used a lot, the way his eyes lit up or darkened when he was happy and sad. Blaine's love just kept growing.

They had fun at the football game, cheering on the Titan's. Blaine paid attention to Kurt's face when the glee club performed ‘Thriller' in their zombie costumes. He knew Kurt was missing his friends and the more outrageous performances they did compared to the tame Warbler's. It saddened him and he began putting thought into what he could do about it.

Blaine was again invited to spend New Year's Eve with the Hudmel house and he accepted. Spending time around such a loving, fun family made him a bit sad. He knew the Hummel family almost better than he knew his own. But after living his life again for the past month or so, he had missed what a loving, warm household would be like. It made his holiday that much better. It was a new year, a new beginning.

. . . . .

Weeks passed and it was soon the season of Valentine's Day. Kurt made it clear that he despised this particular holiday. Blaine set about changing his mind; he was well aware of the Valentine's disaster that year. Singing to Jeremiah, a guy he'd only had coffee with twice. He would not be repeating that humiliating debacle. Instead, he talked to the Warbler's outside of rehearsal and put a plan together. He was going to take Kurt shopping at the mall and see if he couldn't change his mind about hearts and cheesy gifts.

They went to the Lima Bean and Blaine told Kurt how he loved Valentines since it was the one day a year that encourages everyone to lay it on the line and say to somebody ‘I'm in love with you'.

"Yeah, but you already love me," Kurt said, sneering at the puppies with hearts attached to them.

"I do," Blaine said and was overcome with a moment of longing for the Other Kurt, the one he had said ‘I do' to. How long would he be here? Was this where he was forever? Doomed to repeat every day and never reach home?

Blaine reached the counter and ordered their coffees. Kurt looked at him, eyes wide.

"You know my coffee order?" he asked incredulously.

Blaine gave him a funny look. Hadn't they been getting coffee together for weeks now? How could he not know it? Not to mention that even the Other Kurt drank the same order. "Of course I do."

He paid for their drinks and they went left.

Later that day, Blaine asked Kurt if he wanted to go to the mall for a while. Kurt agreed and changed his outfit, again. Blaine wondered where all of these clothes were coming from. He'd seen the bags Kurt had initially brought and yet there had to be enough in his room to build a clothes outlet.

They were wandering around, talking about the new jeans Kurt had just bought. Blaine led him to the fountain and they sat down, chatting about the Warbler's and Regionals.

Blaine stood up as if to stretch, when Kurt heard the first voice singing. Jon's beat-boxing filled the large corridor of the fountain area.

Blaine jumped up on the fountain and started singing as Warbler's appeared everywhere in the center of the mall. The song he'd picked had a slower beat, but he and the Warbler's had worked it over to where it was a tad more upbeat. But still, it was the message he wanted to get across the Kurt. Nothing more than that.

Everything you are

Everything you'll be

Touches the current of love

So deep in me

Every sigh in the night

Every tear that you cry

Seduces me

All that I am

All that I'll be

Means nothing at all

If you can't be with me

Your most innocent kiss

Or your sweetest caress

Seduces me

Blaine squatted down next to Kurt and ran his hand down his soft cheek, his expression so loving, Kurt sighed with a shudder. The next verse is what he needed Kurt to know, whether he would consciously know or just in his spirit.

I don't care about tomorrow

I've given up on yesterday

Here and now is all that matters

Right here with you is where I'll stay

Everything in this world

Every voice in the night

Every little thing of beauty

Comes shining thru in your eyes

And all that is you becomes part of me too

'Cause all you do seduces me

As the song went into a crescendo, Blaine jumped off the fountain and danced with the Warbler's, his voice easily reaching the notes.

And if I should die tomorrow

I'd go down with a smile on my face

I thank God I've ever known you

I fall down on my knees

For all the love we've made

Every sigh in the night

Every tear that you cry

Seduces me seduces me

Blaine came and knelt in front of Kurt, taking his hands. He looked deep in his eyes and sang the final words of the song.

All that you do

Seduces me

"I love you, Kurt," Blaine said sincerely.

Kurt stood, pulling Blaine up with him. They wrapped their arms around each other, to the cheers of the Warbler's and even some of the passersby.

"I love you, too," Kurt said.

. . . . . .

That night, Maggie had made a special dinner that was a mix of Blaine and Kurt's favorite foods, along with a dessert of cheesecake, made in the shape of a heart.

"So, how was your Valentine's Day?" Blaine asked him later as they were snuggled on Blaine's bed.

Kurt hugged his puppy with a heart on it to his chest. "Best holiday ever."

Blaine smiled in the dark.

"Blaine?"

"Yes?"

"Can we grind again?" Kurt asked, his voice utterly innocent.

"Are you sure?" Blaine asked.

"Oh yes," Kurt said.

"Okay, come here you," Blaine said, accepting Kurt's weight on top of him. They lost themselves in their kissing, both already hard just from the short conversation. Blaine sighed happily against Kurt's mouth.

. . . . . . .

The next couple weeks passed quietly. Kurt heard about some sort of clothing debacle with Rachel at McKinley and he wasn't sad that he was missing it. One thing he wasn't going to miss was the party going on at Rachel's that coming weekend. He knew something was up, so he told Finn what he'd found on his internet history and Finn quickly gave in and told him. Kurt got the okay from his dad for Blaine to spend the night so he could join the party. Blaine was a little nervous about it, but figured as long as he didn't drink, there would be no risk of making an ass out of himself.  In his Other life, he wasn't much of a drinker. He and Kurt enjoyed the occasional glass of wine or a beer at the bar. But neither of them did well with alcohol. Kurt barfs, Blaine acts like an ass.

They dressed, approved one another's outfits, and headed out, following Finn's truck. They knew they'd probably end up being designated drivers since none of the three were going to drink. Kurt and Blaine went down the stairs of Rachel's basement and traded looks at the seventies décor, including Rachel's hideous dress that looked more like a nightgown.

Rachel gave them a speech about wine coolers and tickets and stuff, but Blaine was more interested in what was going on around them. He and Kurt went off to sit in a corner. After some people made motions to leave, Rachel suddenly screamed for them to party and the party started. Once the alcohol bottles appeared, the music was cranked and everybody was having a good time. Kurt and Blaine danced, laughing with Mercedes and Tina as they giggled on the couch. They avoided the corner where Lauren Zizes and Quinn were berating poor Puck for something. Things were progressing well when Rachel yelled out the doomed words, "Spin the Bottle!"

Blaine looked at Kurt. "Do you want to play?"

Kurt shrugged, looking at him. "Do you?"

"Not terribly much. I mean you could end up having to kiss Artie or Tina. Could you handle it?"

Kurt blushed. "I want to play. Let's live a little, Blaine," he said.

Blaine nodded. "Alright, let's do this then."

They watched Sam and Brittany kiss. Santana yelled out a warning, but Blaine had to wonder if the warning was for Sam as intended, or for Brittany, trouty lips or not. Artie ended up kissing Quinn, who looked a tad breathless afterward. The most interesting kiss of the night was Puck and Sam, especially since it didn't stop as a peck, but went full on into tongues and panting. Lauren finally pulled Puck away, while Santana did the same with Sam. Puck and Sam kept exchanging glances the rest of the evening. Blaine wondered if anything would happen behind the scenes with that.

Rachel said it was her turn and spun the bottle. Blaine was prepared for it, and what do you know, it landed on him.

He heard Kurt gasp and clap his hands. "Oh, this is fabulous," he crowed.

Blaine just took a deep breath and leaned over. He felt Rachel slam her lips on his and he barely puckered before backing away and sitting down. Rachel pouted. "Not much of a kiss, there Blaine," she said.

"I only like kissing Kurt," Blaine said, leaning against Kurt who looked happy with the outcome of the turn.

Later when everyone except Finn, Blaine, and Kurt, were sloppy drunk, and mostly just stumbling around, Santana suggest Seven Minutes in Heaven. Rachel, of course, had to ask what it was. Santana called her an idiot before explaining, like Spin the Bottle, you and someone else are chosen, then you are sent to a closet to make out for seven minutes. They were throwing a twist in it by assigning what the people had to do while in the closet. Sex was outlawed, unless both parties were into it.

No surprise, Santana and Brittany were the first two in the coat closet. They were assigned to French kiss for the seven minutes. Everyone knew more was going on, especially when Brittany moaned loudly and said "I like it when you touch me there, it's like a rainbow coming out of my...," the rest was cut off and everyone started to laugh. When they came out, Brittany looked utterly blissed out while Santana was red-faced, but also looked pretty happy.

"Santana, it's your turn to pick," Rachel said, her eyes half open.

"Lady Lips and Pretty Pony, you two are up," she said, her eyes locked on Brittany as she went to sit in Artie's lap.

"Who is Pretty Pony?" Finn asked.

"Duh, Frankenteen, it's Lady Lips boyfriend," she said, giving Finn a scathing look.

"Um, what are we supposed to do?" Kurt asked, hesitant, but excited.

"One of you has to go down on the other," Santana said, an evil smile on her face.

"Okay. Come on, Blaine," Kurt said, pulling Kurt to his feet before Blaine could loudly protest.

Blaine figured they'd spend the seven minutes kissing or just standing there.

The closet door was closed and they stood there, next to each other. "Wanna just make out?" Blaine asked in a whisper.

"No way, we were given an assignment and we're doing it. This is my first real party and I want to have something to remember it by. I'm just glad it's you and not someone else," Kurt breathed back.

"So... Who's going to do it?" Blaine asked.

"Well, uh, I figure you know more about this kind of stuff, so maybe you could do it, if that's alright with you?" Kurt said shyly.

"Good luck in there! We all know Prancy Smurf is about as sexy as a freaking baby penguin," Santana yelled.

Blaine saw Kurt bite his lip and try to cover the hurt that was in his eyes. "Are you sure, Kurt? I want you to be really sure."

"I'm sure, Blaine. I trust you. Besides, I've always wondered what it would be like if you and I... you know, did this," Kurt said, his face still showing the hurt and hesitancy that Santana's words had brought about.

Blaine slanted his lips against Kurt's, moving their mouths against each other. Kurt melted against him, his lips pliant and sliding against Blaine's every move. "I love you," Blaine breathed.

"I love you and I trust you," Kurt said, his eyes sure in the dim light from around the door.

Blaine kissed him fiercely, angry at Santana and now determined to show his boyfriend a good time. "Just tell me if you need me to stop."

Blaine knelt in front of Kurt and looked at him. Kurt's eyes were so wide, they looked like saucers. Blaine gave him a look and Kurt nodded.

Blaine undid Kurt's pants and with another look at Kurt, lowered them to his ankles. He looked back up and Kurt slid down his boxer briefs, his teeth dug into his lip. Blaine gently took his boxers and lowered them. Getting another nod from Kurt, he looked at his cock and swallowed harshly.

"You are so beautiful," Blaine whispered. He took Kurt in his hand and stroked him several times until he was rock hard.

Kurt was panting, his head resting against the wall.

"Baby, put your hand over your mouth," Blaine suggested.

Kurt nodded and stuffed his fist in his mouth.

With that done, Blaine gave the tip of his cock a light swipe with his tongue. Kurt jerked, but stayed quiet. Blaine lowered his head and took the head of Kurt's cock in his mouth, trying not to moan around him. The taste was so familiar and wonderful. He could do this all day. He looked up at Kurt who was trembling and looking down at him. He nodded yet again, and Blaine turned his full attention to the leaking cock in his hand. Eagerly he put his mouth on Kurt and slid down as far as he could. He felt Kurt shudder around him, so Blaine put a hand against his hip to help keep him still. He licked up and down Kurt's shaft, before sucking in long pulls, just like he knew Kurt liked it. Or... would like it. Within just moments, Kurt had his hand in Blaine's hair, trying to pull him off. Blaine shook him off and took his cock as deep down his throat as he could handle. Kurt came powerfully, shooting his come down Blaine's throat. Blaine swallowed it all, feeling like he'd been starving for the taste. He let out a keening cry, unable to help himself. Blaine didn't blame him and couldn't hold back a small moan of his own.

Blaine knew the time was coming to an end by the chattering that was going on outside the door. Blaine licked Kurt clean and helped him pull his boxers and pants up.

"You going to be okay?" Blaine asked.

"Uh, uh huh, yeah, I think so. My legs are all wobbily," Kurt said, almost sounding drunk. Blaine couldn't help but be pleased that he'd made this happen.

"Time's up, fancy boys, come on out," Santana called.

Blaine wrapped his arm around Kurt's waist and they walked out as casually as they could. Kurt got some ribbing about the goofy smile he had on his face, but the group was more intent on who would be going in next.

Kurt grinned. "Puck and Sam," he declared to everyone's shock.

"And what the hell are we supposed to do in there for seven freaking minutes? Discuss the plays for the next game?"Puck said, glaring all around him.

"You can do whatever you want as long as both of you come out with hickey's on your necks," Kurt said saucily.

"What? No fucking way!" Sam cried.

"Screw it, come on Evans, let's get this over with," Puck said, and dragged the blond to the closet.

It was a long seven minutes and they could all hear moans and whimpers coming from the small room.

Kurt grinned at Blaine. "I knew those two had chemistry," he said.

"I do believe you're right. Good call, Kurt," Blaine said, cuddling Kurt next to him. Kurt leaned over and kissed his cheek.

At the end of the seven minutes, the boys tumbled out of the closet, displaying matching hickeys on their necks. Sam's hair was ruffled and if Blaine wasn't mistaken, there were a couple more hickeys on Sam's neck and collarbone. Interesting, he thought.

. . . . . .

Sometime in the middle of the night, Kurt, Blaine, and Finn dropped off all of the people who weren't going to crash at Rachel's. They got back to Kurt's house and had tea and cocoa to calm down. Quietly discussing the results of the games they'd played, they laughed over the more embarrassing moments, feeling lucky they didn't have any of their own.

Finally, they all went to bed. Blaine was allowed to bunk with Kurt as long as the door stayed open. They changed, brushed their teeth, and Kurt went through his moisturizing routine, showing Blaine different tricks.

They were laying in bed when Kurt dropped the bomb.

"I really enjoyed tonight. I know it pushed our relationship a little far, but I really, really liked it," he said quietly, turning his head on the pillow to look at Blaine in the light of the lamp.

Blaine grinned. "I did too, very much."

"I just have one question," Kurt said.

"What's that?" Blaine asked, wondering if Kurt was going to ask to return the favor. He was so okay with the thought that he started getting hard just thinking about it.

"Well, you did a really good job, surprisingly good. I was just wondering. How many other guys have you given blow jobs to? Because there is no way that was your first time," Kurt said, his gaze steady and unforgiving.