Kurt found Wes and let him know he was leaving and the group leader thanked him for his hard work and promised to see him at the next practice.

Blaine didn't let go of Kurt's hand as they left the mall and went to his car. He opened Kurt's door for him, barely hearing his quiet 'thank you'. Getting into the driver's side, he looked at Kurt and saw how pale he was, how he was gripping his hands together so tightly his knuckles were white. Kurt was as nervous about this as he was, he realized.

"You sounded really good up there," Blaine said as he pulled into traffic.

"You heard me sing?" Kurt asked, looking at him in surprise.

"Jake let me know you were going to be up there. For once, I'm glad he is such a pushy ass," Blaine said with a light laugh.

"Yeah, Jake's a good guy," Kurt agreed quietly. "You were wonderful, too, Blaine."

"Thank you."

The rest of the ride was silent and finally Blaine turned on the radio. They both hummed along to the P!nk song, and soon began singing aloud, finding a beautiful harmony between them.

Made a wrong turn once or twice

Dug my way out, blood and fire

Bad decisions, that's alright

Welcome to my silly life

Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood

Miss 'No way, it's all good'

It didn't slow me down.

Mistaken, always second guessing

Underestimated, look I'm still around

Reaching over, Blaine took Kurt's hand in his. He began singing to Kurt, hoping he would hear the truth behind the lyrics, that he was perfect to Blaine.

Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel

Like you're less than, less than perfect

Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel

Like you're nothing, you are perfect to me

You're so mean when you talk

About yourself. You were wrong.

Change the voices in your head

Make them like you instead.

So complicated,

Look happy, You'll make it!

Filled with so much hatred

Such a tired game

It's enough, I've done all I could think of

Chased down all my demons

I've seen you do the same

(Ohh ohhhhhhh)

Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel

Like you're less than, less than perfect

Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel

Like you're nothing, you are perfect to me

Kurt smiled as Blaine took over the rap part, still holding tightly to his hand.

The whole world's scared, so I swallow the fear

The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer

So cool in line and we try try try but we try too hard

And it's a waste of my time.

Done looking for the critics, cause they're everywhere

They don't like my jeans, they don't get my hair

Exchange ourselves and we do it all the time

Why do we do that, why do I do that (why do I do that)?

(Yeah!)

I'm Pretty, pretty, pretty

Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel

Like you're less than, less than perfect

Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel

Like you're nothing, you are perfect to me

(You're perfect, you're perfect)

Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel

Like you're less than, less than perfect.

Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel

Like you're nothing, you are perfect to me.

They ended in a perfect harmony, their voices soaring over the last notes.

"I love that song," Kurt said quietly, looking out the window.

"We sound good together," Blaine replied.

"Yeah, we do," Kurt agreed.

The ride went back to silence until they reached the dorm. Out of habit, Kurt led them to his dorm room since Blaine hadn't mentioned going anywhere else. Once inside, Kurt took off his tie and hung it up in his closet. He loosened his top button and went back to his bed where he perched on the edge, tapping his fingers on his knees in nervousness.

"Um, so I wanted to talk to you," Blaine said, sitting on the chair at Kurt's desk. At Kurt's nod, he continued. "I met Charlie when I was a sophomore and he was a senior. He seemed so straight, it shocked the crap out of me when he asked me out. He loved sports, watching and playing them. Anything outdoors he loved. He was comfortable around big groups of people, guys, whoever. He came up to me and told me I was hot and when could he take me out," Blaine said with a laugh. "I figured he was setting me up to bully me or something, but he met me at the restaurant and it went from there. He was my first, in everything. I was still pretty shy about being openly gay and it was amazing how much confidence Charlie gave me. He showed me this whole new life where I didn't have to be shy or withdrawn. I fell in love fast and hard. We were together a year when he got in the car wreck. He was immediately diagnosed with major brain damage and declared a vegetable. When his parents decided to allow the organ donation, I had to leave. I couldn't stay there and know that the man I loved was being ripped open and parted out like an old car."

Kurt muffled his tears against his sleeve. He didn't want Blaine to stop, but damn that hurt to hear. But it was his truth and he needed the chance to get it out.

"I felt like the entire world had stopped. You know most people get this picture of their future. I'm going to graduate college and travel the U.S. for a while before settling into a career. That is what Charlie and I had planned to do. Now that future was gone. Just like that," he said, snapping his fingers. "My whole life changed. My normal changed. I had to find a new normal that didn't include waking up next to Charlie and calling him all the time and having lunch together and telling him about my day. I had to say goodbye to all of that. It took a long time, I was a wreck for quite a while. Then one day, I saw this beautiful, blue eyed guy while I was singing. For the first time, I thought I could be attracted to a guy and have hope for something new. You were so sweet and shy. You move me, Kurt. Everything you do is filled with grace and kindness and compassion. How could I not come to care deeply for you?"

Blaine moved to sit next to Kurt and wiped away the tears that were still flowing down his face. "Please don't cry, Kurt. I fell for you fast, apparently that's what I do. When you told me about your heart transplant, even knowing the time frame when you had it didn't make anything click for me. I separated myself from everything to do with Charlie until his funeral. I didn't want to know anything about the organ donation. Then I find out that not only did you get an organ from the first man I loved, but you got his heart which is physically and metaphorically the most meaningful part of the body. I freaked out," he said with a shrug. "That is the honest truth. I didn't know how to handle it. I needed this last week to sort out my thoughts, which were quite numerous. I thought about how I was hurt that you were here and not Charlie - the very thing you feared with meeting the Wilson's. I wondered if somehow I knew you had Charlie's heart and that is the only reason I fell for you," he laughed. "Not possible, but hey, the mind isn't always rational. Finally I realized something and came to a decision."

Kurt's shoulders were hunched in protectively. "What did you decide?" he asked, his voice barely audible.

"I decided that it didn't matter. Yes, you have Charlie's heart, which is all the more reason to cherish you. Yes, Charlie is gone, but he would have wanted me to be happy. And honestly, I know he would have liked you, Kurt," Blaine said tenderly, cupping his hand to Kurt's pale cheek.

"Why did you never tell me about Charlie?" Kurt asked quietly, nuzzling into Blaine's hand.

"I didn't want to be treated any differently. That and it was such a personal, awful experience, I just wasn't ready to share. I know it doesn't really compare to having a heart transplant, but it was the most awful thing that has ever happened to me," he said honestly, his eyes shining with sincerity.

"I can understand that. Thank you for telling me all this, Blaine," Kurt told him, smiling shyly. He completely understood about not wanting to be treated differently.

"Now, there is something else you need to know," Blaine said and at Kurt's nod he continued. "I am crazy about you. And I need you to know it has nothing to do with Charlie or your heart or anything else. I care for you, all that is you, okay?" He took Kurt's chin in his hand. "Okay?"

"Okay," Kurt said, smiling tremulously. "I care for you, too, Blaine. This week has been so hard, but I tried really hard to give you space. I did text Jake a couple of times to check on you, though. I hope you aren't mad."

"I know you did and of course I'm not mad. Thank you for caring so much. One more thing. Can I kiss you now?" Blaine said, staring at Kurt's pink lips that suddenly parted with his intake of air.

He nodded, staring back at Blaine, eyes wide.

Blaine leaned forward and touched his lips gently to Kurt's, both of them sighing with the joy of the contact. Kurt leaned into him and tangled his fingers in Blaine's hair, drawing him closer. Blaine chuckled deeply and scooted closer, pulling Kurt into his lap. He slanted his mouth against Kurt's and thrust his tongue into his mouth.

Kurt moaned at the familiar taste of Blaine, warm and masculine. He massaged Blaine's tongue with his own while tugging lightly at his curls. Blaine growled and deepened the kiss, seeming to want to dive headfirst into Kurt's mouth. Their hands were all over each other, touching, rubbing, caressing, until they were both panting.

"Blaine, I want you," Kurt moaned, his voice ragged.

"I want you too, sweetie," Blaine said against his mouth. He opened the buttons on Kurt's shirt and slid his hands inside, caressing the soft, warm skin.

"I want you naked," Kurt said more clearly.

Blaine's head reared back and he stared at Kurt. "Are you sure? We don't have to do anything you don't want to. This isn't about proving anything. It's only about needing each other."

"Exactly. And I need you naked. Now," Kurt said, his eyebrow arched.

It was so arrogantly sexy, Blaine chuckled and leaned forward to kiss his brows. "Okay then. But if I have to get naked, so do you."

Kurt swallowed loudly. "I know."

They stood and quickly stripped their clothes off, though Kurt took the time to neatly drape his over the back of the desk chair. He turned back to Blaine, feeling shy and hesitant and gasped. Blaine stood there in front of him, staring open-mouthed at him. Kurt had known Blaine's shoulders were broad and muscled, but so was the rest of his body. His abs were beautifully lined and his chest was muscled and covered in a dusting of hair. And his cock. Kurt just stared. It was fully erect and bobbing away from his body, seeming to invite Kurt closer. Without realizing it, Kurt walked to him and just stood there, staring at him.

"Kurt, you take my breath away," Blaine said, his voice full of awe. Kurt's body was long and lean, lightly muscled. His skin was so pale, like fine porcelain. He had little to no body hair and the pink of his nipples stood out against his white skin. He shouldn't be surprised, but Kurt's cock was long and very thick, aroused, making Blaine's stomach tighten with need.

"Come here," Kurt whispered and pulled Blaine against him. They both cried out at the contact of their hot skin touching each other. Kurt kissed Blaine with all the feeling and need he had in him. Their tongues swirled together, dancing and thrusting against each other. Hesitantly, their hands began exploring each other. Kurt rubbed his hands up and down Blaine's arms before circling around to his back. Blaine ran his hands down Kurt's sides and slid around to hesitantly grab his soft ass. Kurt jumped a little, then arched into Blaine's hands, causing Blaine to moan aloud.

"Do you, um, want to lay down?" Blaine asked, not wanting to push Kurt past his comfort zone.

Without saying a word, Kurt started backing toward the bed, latching his mouth onto the curve of Blaine's neck, right under his ear. They broke contact as Kurt lay down and scooted up on the bed. Blaine came over him, watching his face for any sign of hesitation. Kurt just smiled, his blue eyes blown with desire.

"You let me know when to stop, okay?" Blaine muttered. At Kurt's nod, he leaned down to kiss him once again. After several minutes of heavy kissing, Blaine broke off, and kissed his way to Kurt's neck, then to his chest. He spent a few minutes giving loving attention to Kurt's scar and sensitive nipples before moving down his flat abdomen. He loved the sound of Kurt's gasps and whimpering moans. Blaine was breathing raggedly by the time he was down at Kurt's waist, staring at his cock which was shining at the tip with a dewy drop. Without warning, Blaine flicked his tongue out and licked Kurt's tip, tasting his salty flavor. He moaned at the taste and feel of his lover. Like a hungry man, he took Kurt in his mouth, trying to move slow so he didn't scare Kurt. But he was starved for this beautiful man and he had to feast on him.

Kurt cried out as he watched his cock going in and out of Blaine's talented mouth. It was so erotic, he knew he was going to explode if Blaine didn't stop soon.

"Blaine, come here," Kurt moaned and pulled Blaine up and on top of him. Kurt instinctively spread his legs and Blaine settled between his thighs with a happy sigh.

Their lips mashed together again and they lapped at each other, sucking and nibbling until their mouths were throbbing from the pressure.

"I need, Blaine, please, I need," Kurt whimpered.

"I know, sweetie, I know, me too," Blaine said. He didn't have any lube on him, so he knew they couldn't go all the way. But from the way Kurt kept bucking his hips up, Blaine knew he was ready for something. He drew his finger down Kurt's face, tracing his features, before dipping it into his open mouth. Kurt looked surprised, but sucked on Blaine's finger willingly. The sight made Blaine's cock tingle, threatening to come at any minute. Blaine took his finger out and leaned down to kiss Kurt gently, reverently. Moving his body so only one of his thighs lay between Kurt's leg, Blaine raised Kurt's knee. He slid his finger in between Kurt's thighs until he found his puckered hole. Kurt reared back and gasped. Blaine hesitated until he heard Kurt start murmuring 'yes, yes, yes' over and over. He gently eased his finger into the tight hole, taking his time.

"That... that.. feels.. amazing, Blaine," Kurt stuttered out, his face bright red with need. "More, please."

Blaine groaned at the utterly debauched look on Kurt's face. He was so beautiful and hot. Discreetly, he spit onto his fingers and eased two inside Kurt slowly.

"Relax, sweetie, relax your muscles," he whispered in Kurt's ear. When Kurt relaxed, Blaine slowly started moving his fingers in and out of that extremely tight hole. At the same time, Blaine eased his aching cock next to Kurt's and began thrusting his hips in time with his fingers. They both cried out at the hot friction and feel of their cocks rubbing together.

"Blaine, I'm gonna, I can't," Kurt panted out, his head whipping back and forth on the pillow.

"Look at me, Kurt, look at me when you come," Blaine told him, knowing he wasn't going to be far behind. The feel of his fingers inside Kurt was driving him wild.

Kurt calmed enough to look at Blaine through his lashes. Just then, he arched his body against Blaine and came hard, wet jets shooting between their bodies. Blaine saw Kurt's eyes light with desire and wonder and it pushed him over the edge. He pushed hard against Kurt's body and let himself go, spilling himself onto Kurt's stomach. He rested there for a moment, breathing heavily.

Blaine removed his fingers and leaned over the edge of the bed. Reaching to the floor, he grabbed the t-shirt he'd been wearing and cleaned up the mess on his and Kurt's stomachs. Finally, he collapsed next to Kurt, still panting, but knowing he had never felt as relaxed as he did now. There was something about what happened between them that was new, different, and so glorious. Kurt's eyes were closed and Blaine didn't like it, he needed to see his gorgeous eyes.

"Look at me," he whispered, laying on his side, facing Kurt.

Kurt opened his eyes and smiled dreamily at Blaine.

"There you are," Blaine said.

"I've been looking for you forever," Kurt whispered before planting a gentle kiss on Blaine's mouth. "I love you, Blaine."

Blaine's eyes burned with the emotion he felt for this man. He knew he could say this confidently, no guilt, no remorse, no second thoughts. "I love you, too, Kurt."