Kurt straightened up his room, though he didn't need to. He was mostly moving things around since everything was already tidy. He checked his hair and nodded his approval. He was more nervous than he thought he would be. This could change everything. He only hoped it wouldn't affect their relationship. Besides, Blaine would need to know so he wasn't shocked when he finally got to see Kurt naked. The thought made Kurt's knees feel weak, a flash of heat running through his body. He imagined Blaine running his hand down Kurt's chest and stomach. A small moan escaped him just as a knock sounded at his door. He took a deep breath and put his hands to his hot cheeks, willing them to go back to his natural pale state. He didn't want Blaine to know he'd been fantasizing when he was supposed to be getting ready to share important news.

He opened his door with a big smile. "Hi Blaine. Thank you for coming. I know it was pretty sudden."

"Any reason to see you is good enough for me," Blaine responded kissing him softly on his cheek before entering the room.

Kurt's body immediately responded again and he coughed and moved away to sit on the bed. He let himself take in Blaine's appearance for a moment. His jeans were snug against his body, his plain black t-shirt bringing out the stunning color of his golden eyes. Eyes which were twinkling as they watched Kurt peruse his body.

"Did you invite me just to stare at me? Cuz I'm really okay with that," Blaine said, wiggling his eyebrows, his beautiful mouth pulling up into a flirty smile.

"Uh, well, no, but that is a benefit. I actually wanted to talk to you about something pretty important," Kurt said, flushing.

Blaine's expression evened out and he came and sat cross-legged next to Kurt on the bed. "Okay. What's up?"

"I think we need to be completely honest and open with one another, don't you?" Kurt began hesitantly.

"Of course, that is the basic foundation of a relationship," Blaine said seriously, his eyes looking concerned. "Are you okay, Kurt?"

"Oh, yes, I'm fine. I just have to tell you something about me, just so it's out there. It doesn't really affect us as a couple, but I think you have a right to know," Kurt said, turning his body and crossing his legs so they were facing each other, their knees touching.

"You can tell me anything, Kurt," Blaine said, resting his warm hand on Kurt's knee. Kurt's eyes were blue green tonight and looked worried. He wanted to kiss the expression away, but he knew Kurt had to get out whatever it was he wanted to share.

"I was born with a congenital heart disease," Kurt said. Blaine's hand tightened on his knee and his eyes went wide, but he didn't say anything. "I was doing pretty well until I hit my sixteenth birthday. I started getting pretty sick, weak. The doctor told me my heart was giving out. The only option we had was to hope for a heart transplant," he said, his voice almost a whisper. He looked down at his hands in his lap, not wanting to see if Blaine was grossed out or freaking. "Last year, I had a transplant. I was lucky, some people don't survive long enough to get a new heart. It was the biggest gift I have ever and will ever receive."

A hand raised Kurt's chin. Blaine's eyes were glowing and he had a soft smile on his face. "You are a miracle," he murmured, unable to comprehend all of what Kurt must have gone through. "How are you now?"

"I'm wonderful. That was why I started a semester late. I was healing and making sure I didn't have issues with rejection. I had to make sure I was in a healthy environment because I was pretty susceptible to sickness. But now, I am one hundred percent healthy," he said. Then his face turned bright pink. "I can do anything anyone else could."

Blaine chuckled lightly and ran his fingers over Kurt's burning face. "That is good to know. Thank you for sharing this with me."

"Well, I wanted to be able to talk to you about it. I found out today that the donor family wants to meet me and I'm super excited and nervous. But my first thought was that I wanted to share it with you," Kurt said shyly, looking at Blaine through his lashes.

"You are so beautiful," Blaine said. "I think it's wonderful that you get to meet the donor family. It must be pretty weird for them."

Kurt nodded. "Yeah, I don't know if they are going to like me or hate me because I'm alive and their son isn't. Is there anything you want to ask me about all this? I don't really know how to handle it."

"I'll give it some thought, but, no, I don't have any questions. I mean you are okay and healthy, that would be my primary concern," Blaine said, shaking his head. This was huge. Kurt was a survivor, he'd been through hell and back and had become a strong, beautiful person. "You astound me. To think of all you've been through. The pain and sickness and healing, the fear. I can't imagine. And I'm sure the donor family will love you. How could they not?"

Kurt felt a glow in his stomach. Blaine wasn't acting grossed out or freaked at all. "Thank you. I think," he said with a small smile. "I, uh, wanted to show you something. I mean, in case we, um, I was thinking you should see everything."

Blaine narrowed his eyes and gave Kurt a lusty look. "Everything?"

Kurt gasped and glowed red again. "Oh, god, no! I didn't mean that! I wanted to show you my scar."

Blaine smiled and snapped his fingers. "Bummer. I wouldn't have minded seeing everything."

"Blaine," Kurt said reproachfully.

"Okay, fine, we'll stick with your beautiful, pale chest," Blaine said and leaned forward, gently pushing Kurt's shoulder until he laid back on the bed. Kurt's eyes were wide as Blaine leaned over him and his nimble fingers began unbuttoning his shirt.

"You okay?" Blaine asked softly.

Kurt nodded, unable to speak. He could feel the heat of Blaine's hands as they moved swiftly down his shirt. He closed his eyes, not wanting to see Blaine's reaction to the scar. He wouldn't be able to handle it if there was even a hint of disgust in Blaine's eyes.

He knew when Blaine saw all of the scar because he heard a gasp. He jumped as a finger lightly traced the scar and his eyes flew open.

"It is beautiful, Kurt," Blaine said, his face reflecting the wonder that was evident in his voice.

Kurt's eyes stung and he opened them, blinking quickly, willing the tears to disappear. There was no cooperation and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes and he swiped them away.

"Hey, hey, what's this?" Blaine said, sitting back on his knees and taking Kurt's hand in his.

"How can you say it's beautiful?" Kurt responded.

"Kurt, this is a badge of courage, a sign of how strong you are. It is proof that you are alive and well and going to live a long, healthy life," Blaine said. "Are you ashamed?"

"No, not at all. I just didn't, I mean I hoped, I just didn't know how you would react," Kurt stuttered out, overwhelmed by his feelings.

"I can understand that," Blaine said. Then, shocking Kurt, he stretched out next to him and snuggled him so his ear was resting right over his heart. Kurt laid there, staring down at Blaine's curly hair, wanting to shout to the world how strongly he felt for this person.

Blaine listened to the sound of Kurt's heart beating. He closed his eyes and thought of Charlie. He had been thinking about him lately, dealing with feelings of guilt. He knew it'd been over a year since Charlie passed and that he would've wanted Blaine to be happy. But something in him wouldn't let go. He was feeling things for Kurt, things he hadn't felt since Charlie was alive. Here he was though, laying on his new boyfriend's chest and thinking about his former love. Mentally shaking himself, he leaned up, staring at the pale, lovely expanse of Kurt's flesh.

Kurt flushed as he watched Blaine look at him. The color spread down his face and neck. Blaine smiled gently and leaned forward, placing a warm kiss at the top of his scar. Kurt gasped at the intense heat that flashed through him. Blaine moved down his body kissing his scar at regular intervals. This was more than Kurt could ever have hoped for as a reaction to his scar.

"Blaine," he whispered. His body was responding to Blaine's lips and he was about to embarrass himself when the response became visible.

"Kurt," Blaine said quietly, looking up at him, his pupils wide. He moved up Kurt's body again and stretched out next to him, half laying on him. Their lips met in a rush, both moaning loudly at the contact of their bodies. Blaine's tongue invaded Kurt's mouth, hot and wet, exploring him, learning his taste. Their lips moved over each other softly then with more urgency. Kurt ran his tongue lightly over Blaine's upper lip before sucking it gently into his mouth.

Blaine groaned into Kurt's mouth and ran his hands down Kurt's body, inching closer. Kurt felt Blaine's arousal against his hip and tore his mouth away, gasping at the shock of desire that ripped through him. He wrapped his arms around Blaine and boldly pulled him fully on top of him, wanting to feel the weight of his boyfriend against his body.

"Kurt, damn, I want you, I want this," Blaine muttered, raining kisses onto Kurt's neck and chin.

Not responding, Kurt yanked at the bottom of Blaine's shirt and between the two of them, they pulled it from Blaine's body and Kurt finally tossed it on the floor. Both of them cried out at the contact of their hot flesh pressing against each other. Overwhelmed, Kurt pushed his hips up into Blaine, needing to feel more pressure, more contact with this man. Blaine panted against his mouth before plunging his tongue into Kurt's mouth, desperate for the taste, the smell of him. He returned the pressure of Kurt's hips, his mind reeling with the sensation of Kurt's hardness rubbing against his own. He dug his toes into the mattress and moved his thigh between Kurt's slim legs, rocking back and forth against his body.

They began moving, rocking their erections against each other. Blaine balanced his elbows on either side of Kurt's head and dove into his mouth as he worked his hips down onto Kurt's. Their tongues lapped hotly, the sound of their harsh breathing and moans filling the air. Kurt ran his hands down Blaine's hard chest, his shoulders, and down onto his ass, gripping it with all the desire he felt. His ass was firm under his jeans, rounder than Kurt had realized and so very hot. Kurt grew harder if that was possible and he knew he couldn't handle much more.

"Blaine, please, Blaine," Kurt whimpered, desperate.

"Yeah, me too," Blaine responded breathlessly. He drove his hips against Kurt's faster and faster, enjoying the friction of their cocks rubbing through their pants. "Come for me, Kurt."

Those soft words in his ear pushed Kurt over the edge and he cried Blaine's name as he came, shockwaves of heat and pleasure rippling through his body all the way down into his toes. A moment later, Blaine moaned loudly in his ear almost growling as he dug his hips impossibly closer to Kurt. He collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's waist, enjoying the lightheaded sensation of his first orgasm with another person. Blaine shifted his weight off Kurt, but kept his head resting on his chest, snuggling into his boyfriend with a satisfied sigh.

"That was," Kurt whispered.

"Amazing," Blaine finished.

They rested quietly against one another. Kurt thought he should say something, then looked down when he heard a soft sound and realized Blaine had fallen asleep. His heart was so full of emotion for this man, emotions he'd never felt for another human being that wasn't family. He was falling in love and the thought lit him up inside like a burning star. He had a feeling he should wake Blaine so they could clean up, but he couldn't bring himself to disturb him. The morning would be soon enough to get a shower, he didn't want to move a muscle anyway. Snuggling Blaine closer to his chest, he smiled and let himself drift to sleep.