There was plenty of time for Blaine to think between getting off the phone with Wes and Kurt texting him to say he was coming over. Watching the reality tv that was taking up space on his DVR required much attention or thought – it was the perfect background noise for him to get lost in his head. He knew Wes was right, that if something deeper was going on that someone should be told. That was the whole point of having a guidance counselor, right?

The knock on the door broke him out of his thoughts.Kurt was on the other side when he pulled it open, illuminated by the dim porch light. He looked tired, and damp. Blaine squinted out past him, wondering if it was raining and he just hadn’t noticed, but then he realized it was just Kurt’s hair that looked wet. It took  a few more seconds than it should have for him to remember that Kurt had just played a football game and had probably taken a shower after.

“Sorry, come in,” he said, stepping back out of the way. Kurt moved inside and toed off his shoes out of habit, rubbing at the back of his neck as he looked over at Blaine. “How was the game?”

“Well we won, so it was good,” Kurt answered, but he didn’t sound entirely convinced. “Are your parents–”

“They’re out,” Blaine supplied, shaking his head. “At a friend's for dinner so they won’t be back until late.”

They went into the living room, settling in on the couch where Blaine had been before, and he sat not knowing what to say or how to start. Kurt was the one who said he would talk about it, and Blaine didn’t want to have to ask, didn’t want to feel like he was pestering him for answers he wasn’t ready to give. But he did want answers, considering how backwards his life had seemed for weeks.

“I don’t regret it,” Kurt began quietly, staring down at where his hands were clasped in his lap. “Not what happened today, or anything that happened over the summer. I don’t regret any of it.”

“You seemed… upset, today. After…”

“I’m scared, Blaine. Every day I wake up and I think, what if today’s the day everyone finds out? I’ve been so careful, tried so hard, but then you’re there. I see you every day and all I want is to be able to kiss you and not have to worry, but I can’t. Today I couldn’t… not do anything, but then it was there at school and what if someone had been there?” Kurt stopped suddenly, rubbing his hands over the tops of his thighs and taking in a deep breath. “It can’t, that can’t happen, not there.”

“Okay,” Blaine said, reaching over and taking one of Kurt’s hands in his. “It’s okay, Kurt.”

“How can it possibly be okay?”

“Well, it’s not okay that you feel like you have to hide,” he amended, shaking his head. “No one should make you feel that way. You should be allowed to be you, no matter where you are.”

“I’m sorry I never told you,” Kurt whispered. “I should have, I know, it was just that everything with you was so easy. It wasn’t like I went to the Lima Bean looking for someone to hook up with for the summer – and that’s not what I considered you to be or anything,” he added quickly. “I just went to have some time to myself, to be myself, before I had to start dealing with football practices and everything like that, but there you were. All I wanted to do, from the second I saw you, was talk to you, and then after that… I wanted whatever you were willing to give because with you, I felt like me for the first time in years.”

Blaine felt like his heart was breaking. He couldn’t imagine feeling so unlike himself, but he’d never been one for hiding who he was. He hadn’t before the  Sadie Hawkins' incident, and he hadn’t after. Then again, Dalton hadn’t given him any reason to – they had a zero tolerance bullying policy and even if they hadn’t, no one there had ever seemed the least bit resistant about his sexuality. Hiding and lies weren’t things that he did, though he found that he was tangled up in both at McKinley.

“Did something happen to make you feel like you had to do all this?” he asked, giving Kurt's hand a squeeze. “At school, I mean. Did someone do or say something to you?”

“Not… specifically,” Kurt said slowly, his head giving a barely perceptible shake. He hadn’t looked at Blaine since they sat down. “I just remember in middle school, the things people would say. How it was always an insult when it was implied or said that someone was gay. I remember how people would react, how it was the worst thing that could be said about them, and I thought… I don’t want them to know because then they’ll think I’m that horrible, I’m the worst thing that they could think of.”

“Kurt…”

“I know I’m not,” he clarified, clearing his throat and glancing at Blaine out of the corner of his eye. “I know that kids are dumb and use words in ways they shouldn’t, I know there’s nothing wrong with me. It took me a while to get there, because I was a dumb kid too, like every middle schooler, but I know. By the time I figured it out, I was already so far into this,” he gestured to his clothes, and he was even wearing a football t-shirt again, “that it was just easier to stay that way. It’s not like Lima changed, just because I did – it’s still ignorant and narrow-minded and just because I know there’s nothing wrong with me doesn’t change the fact that there are people out there that still think so.”

“People are assholes,” Blaine said, his brow furrowed. “You’re your own person and your life is for you, not them. They shouldn’t care so much about who you like or are attracted to.”

“I know.”

“I never would have expected any of that. You seemed so confident, so self-assured when we first met, and then all summer.”

“Sorry to have disappointed you.” There was a slight bite to Kurt’s tone, and Blaine quickly reached up to cup his jaw in his hand and turn him so he would actually look at him, straight on.

“You didn’t,” he said firmly. “You… surprised me, confused me, frustrated me, but never disappointed.”

“Well as long as I didn’t disappoint.”

“Never.”

A hint of a smile tugged at the corners of Kurt’s mouth, and he started to turn to face Blaine more fully but stopped with a wince.

“What happened?” Blaine asked, moving his hands away as if they’d somehow caused it.

“I got tackled tonight,” Kurt said, wrinkling his nose. “That’s not supposed to happen, but it did, and it hurt really badly. He was huge. I thought he was going to squish me to death, but he didn’t, he just messed up my back.”

“Football is dangerous,” Blaine offered sagely, nodding.

“It is and it hurts.” Kurt was pouting by that point.

“Lucky for you, I have a really comfortable bed upstairs, and I’ve been told I give excellent back massages. Magic Hands Anderson, they called me…”

“I bet they did,” Kurt said with a snort of laughter. “I’ve had several experiences with your hands and I cannot deny that they are, in fact, magic. Though a massage would be new…”

“Come on, we’ll get you all fixed up. Or at least relaxed enough to not care anymore.”

That was how they ended up in Blaine’s bedroom, Kurt lying flat out on his stomach on the bed and Blaine hovering over him, a knee on either side of Kurt’s hips, his hands making broad strokes over his bare back. He didn't have massage oil or anything like that, so he’d made do with some lotion. His thumbs pressed in as he slid them up either side of Kurt’s spine, and he heard a muffled sound from where Kurt’s face was buried against the covers.

“What was that?” he asked quietly, palms smoothing over his shoulder blades briefly before moving up to his neck.

“I said I take back my moment of mocking you,” Kurt mumbled, turning his head just enough that he could be heard. “I’ll call you Magic Hands Anderson from now on – oh God, Blaine.” He broke off in a moan as Blaine’s thumbs rubbed insistently against the back of his neck, up into his hair. Blaine felt his dick twitch in response, the way his name sounded falling from Kurt’s lips in a moan when he couldn’t stop it even if he tried.

He shifted up onto his knees, moving his hands down and letting them slowly work down Kurt’s back. It really wasn’t helping matters, the little breathy sighs that were coming from the boy beneath him with any slight change in pressure against his back, the way he could make him groan by pressing his thumbs in just so into the dimples at the small of his back. Kurt seemed to melt away into the mattress beneath him, loose and relaxed and breathing slowly.

Blaine couldn’t help himself, having Kurt there sprawled out on his bed – so much pale, smooth skin begging to be touched and kissed. He leaned in, brushing soft kisses against his shoulders, working his way up to nip at his earlobe before mouthing at the crook of his neck, remembering back to earlier that day and being careful not to suck or bite or do anything that would be noticeable later. The last thing he wanted was to give Kurt a reason to worry.

His hands slid along Kurt’s arms, holding gently onto his biceps as he moved to the other side of his neck, nuzzling and kissing and breathing him in. He felt like he was drowning in Kurt, in being allowed to take him in as much as he wanted for the first time since before school had started. He could touch, feel, just be, and that was just the most incredible thing that had happened in his life since getting to McKinley.

It helped that Kurt was so responsive, the way he would tilt his head to give Blaine more skin to work with. How his breath kept hitching every time Blaine’s fingers flexed and tensed their hold briefly on his arms. Blaine sucked on his earlobe, his teeth scraping against it as he let it slide from between his lips, and traced his tongue against the shell of his ear. Kurt’s hips rocked back against him and Blaine let out a soft whine as he felt the slight pressure and friction against his half-hard cock.

“Let me blow you,” he whispered against Kurt’s ear, earning a muffled moan from him. He sucked on his earlobe again, grinding down against the cleft of his ass. “Please?” He didn’t think it was a request that would cause Kurt to balk, considering it wouldn’t be the first time he’d done it. There had been several blowjobs traded over the summer – enough that Blaine felt confident he knew what Kurt liked, and that Kurt would consent.

“Please,” Kurt repeated, his voice high and breathy, nodding and attempting to shift beneath him. There wasn’t much hope of him being able to move with Blaine on top of him, so he let go of Kurt's arms and lifted himself up so Kurt could turn over.

Their mouths crushed together in a desperate kiss as soon as they were facing one another, and Blaine groaned against him before he forced himself to pull away and move his mouth down. He skipped over his throat, his neck, not wanting to risk it. There were bruises mottling Kurt’s skin, formed from the hit he took during the football game, darkest where the protective equipment had dug in against him. Blaine carefully brushed kisses around them, not wanting to hurt, as he scooted down the bed and between his legs.

Kurt had those hipbones that Blaine loved so much, the way they jutted out and were so easy to suck on and bite – and that’s exactly what he did. He felt fingers slide into his hair, not pushing him away, as his tongue traced into the dip of muscle, dragging down to the waistband of his pants. His fingers worked quickly to undo the fastenings on Kurt’s jeans, and they slid off his legs so much easier than the jeans Blaine was used to pulling off him. He tugged off his boxers too and slid his hands up his legs, looking up at him and just taking in every inch of bare, exposed skin.

Blaine stretched himself up to settle his elbows on either side of Kurt, his hands splaying across his hips as he dipped his head down and nuzzled against his groin. Kurt took in a sharp breath, hand moving down to cup the back of Blaine’s neck. He nosed against the base of his cock, his breath huffing out against it briefly before he mouthed at his balls, tongue laving over them as Kurt’s blunt fingernails scraped up into the hair at the nape of his neck.

Lifting his gaze, looking up through his eyelashes, he could see Kurt’s head tilted back, his neck elongated and exposed. He wanted to crawl up over him, cover his neck in kisses and hickeys until he ran out of space. That wasn’t something he could do so he had to focus on what was in front of him – and that was Kurt’s cock, which was flushed and straining up toward his stomach. He pulled his mouth away and flattened out his tongue, slowly dragging it up the underside of Kurt’s length in one broad stroke.

“Blaine.” Kurt’s hips fought up against his hands in response, and he kept them held down as he let the tip of his tongue dip into the slit and taste the precome gathered there with a groan. He shifted one of his arms over to brace against Kurt’s hips so he could free a hand to grip the base of his cock and lift it up to sink his mouth down over.

It felt odd to think of it as reassuring, but that was exactly what the weight of Kurt’s cock against his tongue was. Kurt’s fingers found their way into his hair again and twisted in as Blaine’s head bobbed slowly, his tongue stroking against him and swirling around the head every time he pulled up, but never quite all the way off. He whimpered a little as Kurt tugged at his hair, not hard enough to hurt but definitely enough to get his point across.

Blaine worked his hand in tandem with his mouth, covering whatever he couldn’t take in, though that became less and less. He stopped as he felt him hit the back of his throat, swallowed around him as his nose almost touched his belly, and he breathed out hard through his nose as he glanced up at Kurt again. Kurt looked so beautifully close, a flush high in his cheeks and his lower lip caught between his teeth, and Blaine could see he was biting down on it hard. He waited for Kurt to look down, his lip slipping from between his teeth with a moan as their eyes met.

His arm loosened over Kurt’s hips, not pinning them down anymore and moving to help brace himself up off the bed. Kurt’s hands moved down out of Blaine’s hair, cupping his face in them as his hips canted up slightly and he jerked up into his mouth. Blaine groaned, his fingers knotting into the covers on his bed as he kept his throat open around him, and Kurt thrust into his mouth half a dozen more times before he cried out and Blaine felt the hot pulse of his come, pulling back slightly so he could swallow him down. He sucked softly at the head of his cock until Kurt whimpered and nudged him with his knee to get him to stop.

Kurt’s hands scrabbled at the back of his shirt as far down as he could reach, raking it up his back and tugging until Blaine sat up enough for it to get pulled off over his head. He blinked owlishly down at Kurt, the both of them still trying to catch their breath, but Kurt grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down to kiss him. Blaine moaned as Kurt licked his way into his mouth, tongues clashing as they both attempted to have some semblance of control.

“Lay down,” Kurt commanded in a whisper when they finally managed to break apart.

“Kurt…”

“Lay down,” he repeated, his hands finding Blaine’s shoulders and steering them back toward the mattress. Blaine shifted back, his head hitting the pillow as Kurt sat beside him and started working off his pants. His hand was on him as soon as they were peeled off, and Blaine bit back a yelp of surprise at the sudden contact as Kurt palmed him, his fingernails dragging against the fabric of his boxers, the pressure a relief from the ache he’d been feeling.

It barely lasted seconds before his boxers were off too and Kurt was between his legs, the wet heat of his mouth surrounding him. Blaine’s hips jerked up instinctively, a moan ripping its way from his chest as he felt Kurt’s tongue flattening over the head of his cock with every upstroke he made. He had been so close already, just from everything else, and he could feel his muscles starting to tense in anticipation as Kurt hollowed out his cheeks and dragged his mouth so tightly around him.

“Kurt, f-fuck,” he stammered out in a whine, his back arching up after Kurt gave a particularly hard suck and pulled off with a popping sound that felt like it was echoing around the room. He propped himself up on his elbows to look down, to see what had happened to make him stop, but Kurt was laying there watching, hand stroking loosely over him. “What are you—?”

He broke off and dropped back onto the bed as Kurt dipped his head down, tracing the tip of his tongue up the length of his cock before taking him in again, his gaze never dropping from Blaine’s. His head tilted back, Kurt’s name falling from his lips in an exhale, and he let his hips rock up just slightly to meet him. Kurt moaned, and the vibrations made Blaine tremble as he felt himself starting to teeter on the brink. His hands gripped Blaine’s thighs, fingers digging in against his skin, and Blaine reached down to grab onto his shoulders as he tensed, a choked off moan dying in his throat as white flashed behind his eyes and he came hard.

Blaine laid there unmoving, his breath still coming in ragged as his fingers loosened their hold on Kurt’s shoulders. It was a full minute before he even realized that Kurt was brushing light kisses along his torso.

“Kurt?” he mumbled, slowly moving back up onto his elbows to be able to see him. He frowned as he saw what he was doing, fingertips tracing over scars that Blaine liked to pretend weren’t there.

“I never noticed them before,” Kurt murmured, pressing a kiss above his bellybutton.

“My battle wounds of gayness,” Blaine attempted to quip, but he was still a little too foggy in the head to make it anywhere near good. “It’s okay, I don’t notice them either.”

“No, but I should have.” Kurt bit his lip and looked up at him. “What I said before, about you not knowing what it’s like, I shouldn’t have said that. I know I didn’t know, but still. You didn’t deserve that. Or any of this…” His fingers ghosted over another scar, and Blaine reached down to grab onto his arms, pulling him up and kissing him softly.

“Kurt, I didn’t hold it against you, I don’t,” he said, hands moving up to smooth over his back. His legs shifted up, his feet flat against the bed as he held Kurt in close. “I stopped caring about them a while ago. Lots of people have things happen to them that they don’t deserve – I’m not going to sit around and feel bad for myself because something happened to me. I moved on, I’m fine, I don’t want you feeling bad for me, okay?”

“Okay,” Kurt whispered, pressing a kiss against his neck. “I’m sorry for everything at McKinley, I know you didn’t ask to get wrapped up in all this.”

“I’ll survive. It’s not exactly my ideal situation, but…”

“Thank you.” Blaine tilted his head, looked over at Kurt. He was looking up at him with such an earnest, honest look in his eyes, it was easy to read that those two words meant so much more than just a normal statement of gratitude. It wasn’t Kurt thanking him for one thing or the other, it was for everything – but mostly the fact that he was going through all of it for him.  Blaine brushed a kiss against his forehead, his fingers sweeping through Kurt’s hair as he breathed out a sigh.

“For you? Always.”