Over the next four weeks, Blaine Anderson swept Kurt Hummel completely off his feet. The impact left Kurt in a constant state of dizziness. Dizzy with happiness.

First, there were the text messages. Every morning, as Kurt got dressed for school, he would receive a text from Blaine.

Good morning beautiful. I hope you have a wonderful day. I will spend my day thinking of you. Probably won't learn much in class.

Then around lunchtime.

How is your day going? I hope you are as happy as you make me. You make my heart smile :-)

And then in the evening, no matter how late they stayed on the phone, Kurt would receive one final text as he drifted off to sleep.

Goodnight gorgeous. I wish I were lying beside you. Of course, if I were, you wouldn't get any sleep.

On Friday evenings, Blaine would arrive at Kurt's house around 5:30 pm. They would have dinner with Kurt's family and then hang out and watch movies or just talk. Blaine would leave around 10:00 pm to make sure he didn't get home too late. He didn't want to arouse his parent's suspicions and they were usually home Friday nights.

Both boys would get up on Saturday morning and do their homework in order to free up the rest of the weekend. Blaine would arrive at Kurt's around 2:00 pm and they would spend the rest of the day together and most of the evening until 11:00 pm. Blaine always left at 11:00 pm in order to beat his parent's home from whatever social event they had attended. On Sundays Blaine had to keep up appearances by attending church with his parents but once church was over, he headed straight to Lima and spent the day with Kurt until 5:00 pm. Kurt hated Sundays. Sunday meant he wouldn't see Blaine again for four days. Four days too long.

Blaine weaved himself quickly and seamlessly into Kurt's life. He charmed Mercedes with talk of fashion and R&B music. He complimented Rachel on her talents and engaged her in a lengthy discussion of what Broadway roles she should pursue and in what order. Both girls were enchanted by him and reassured the rest of glee club that he was perfect for their friend.

Carol had fallen for Blaine, almost as quickly as Kurt. She found him charming and adorable. Finn thought it was cool that Blaine could talk football despite being gay.

Burt however, remained polite yet distant.

There was something about Blaine that worried him but he couldn't pinpoint what it was.

He knew all about Blaine's father, but he was sure he wasn't holding that against the boy. Although, that added an entire new layer of worry to the situation. Politics was a nasty game. He didn't want Kurt to accidentally get caught in the middle. But, there was something else going on specific to Blaine. Something deeper that made him worry for his son. Burt noticed that Blaine's eyes never left Kurt for a second. No matter what he was doing, he watched Kurt with an intensity that made Burt nervous. Blaine always came across as amusing, delightful and charming but...there was something, just under the surface that Burt could sense but not see. Feel but not describe.

Kurt knew his father had some reservations about Blaine but assumed it was just the normal concerns any parent would have about their child dating. After all, Blaine was Kurt's first boyfriend. It made sense that his dad would be a bit nervous and concerned. Kurt actually loved him for it. After hearing stories about Blaine's dad, he was now more grateful and thankful for his father than ever before.

One evening, Burt decided to talk to Kurt about Blaine. Things were growing too intense, too fast.

"Uh, Kurt? I wanna talk to you for a minute."

"Sure." Kurt stopped moisturizing and turned towards his father. Burt took off his hat and sat down on the bed.

"First, I assume you know all about Blaine's dad and his...political views."

"Yes, of course. It's so sad. I just don't understand how a parent could be that way. I'm really grateful to you dad. I know my being gay wasn't easy for you but...you've never made me feel unloved or unwanted."

Burt choked down the lump rising in his throat. As he looked at Kurt, he was reminded of his mother. Kurt was so much like her. So loving, compassionate and always trying to see just the good. Only the good. It was why he had fallen in love with her in the first place. He was both grateful and a little frightened that Kurt had inherited her kind heart and accepting nature.

"Uh...um...thanks buddy. I appreciate that. Uh...listen. I want you to promise me that you will be careful. I know Blaine's dad's views aren't his fault but...politics is a dirty game Kurt. I just don't want you to inadvertently get mixed up in anything. Okay?"

"I won't dad. Blaine tries to stay away from the political stuff."

"I know. I don't necessarily mean Blaine. There are other people who might try to use the fact that Blaine's gay and his father's views to hurt his father's political career and you could get dragged into the middle. You just never know."

Kurt nodded. "Okay."

"Also, um, Kurt...about Blaine..." Burt watched the smile that spread across his son's face at the mere mention of his boyfriend's name. Burt's heart felt a bit heavier. His son was obviously in love.

"Yes?"

"Just...be careful, okay? Maybe slow things down a bit. You guys got pretty intense, pretty fast. Just...be careful Kurt."

Kurt nodded. He was ready for this conversation to be over.

Burt stood up. "Okay then. Thanks buddy." He moved towards the door and then stopped.

"Kurt, I love you."

"I love you too dad."

Blaine knew he was playing with fire, but he didn't care.

If his father found out what he was up to, there would be hell to pay but right now, the timing couldn't be better. The Anderson campaign was in full strategy and planning mode. The full schedule of campaign appearances wouldn't start up in earnest until the summer so for now, Blaine was able to disappear without being missed. He knew it wouldn't last forever so he was determined to make the most of the time he had because, Kurt made him happy. Happier than he had been in his entire life. He was in love. He loved Kurt's smile, his eyes, his smell, his obsession with the perfect outfit. He loved how he would slowly caress his hair off his forehead with a superior bitch look when he was making a point. He loved how he blushed when Blaine complimented him and he loved his perfect, beautifully shaped ass.

Blaine wanted that ass.

So, very, very bad.

To the point that he was starting to worry about his self-control.

So far, the most they had done was kiss but Blaine wanted more. Oh, so much more. But, he didn't want to push. Actually, he did want to push but, he was trying to behave. He was sure that Kurt was a virgin and probably thought Blaine was one too.

But Blaine wasn't a virgin.

He hadn't decided if he was going to share this little tidbit with Kurt or not. He knew Kurt had very romantic notions about love and sex. He probably would not approve of how Blaine lost his virginity...

Blaine glanced up from his biology notebook. He had felt the eyes on him since he'd sat down.

He glanced over. Yep. He was staring. Again.

Everyday for two weeks. Those soft, pretty green eyes, staring at him.

What did he want?

Tyler McDonald was a tall, handsome boy with curly brown hair and a beautiful smile. He was in Blaine's biology class and they were in drama club together. His family also belonged to the same country club as the Andersons. Blaine had often seen him in the hallways and around the country club but they had never exchanged more than a nod and a hi.

But now, Tyler was always staring at him. Blaine didn't know what to make of it so he said nothing. Sometimes he would stare back but he couldn't figure out the meaning of the look in Tyler's eyes. Was it...longing?

One Tuesday, the biology teacher assigned an in class lab. Everyone had to work with a partner. Blaine was about to partner with his fellow Warbler David, when Tyler appeared in front of his desk.

"Be my lab partner."

"Okay."

They collected the vials and chemicals they were supposed to work with and set about figuring out the lab. Tyler started talking.

"You know...you aren't the only gay kid at Dalton."

Blaine looked at him. Where was this going?

"I never assumed I was. This is an all boys school of like, what, 200 people? Naturally there are other gay students."

"I think we gays should stick together."

Blaine looked up from the lab directions. Tyler was gay? How could he have missed that? Tyler read his mind.

"Yes, I'm gay. I'm like you. Out but not loud."

"Oh."

They worked in silence for a few minutes and then Tyler moved a little closer to Blaine and in a very intimate gesture, reached over and placed his hand on his cheek and ran his thumb lightly across Blaine's lips. It all happened so quickly and so smoothly, Blaine wasn't sure it had really happened at all.

"Are you a virgin Blaine?" His voice was very quiet.

Blaine was shocked. What kind of question was that to ask someone? Tyler kept talking.

"I'm not. I had a boyfriend over the summer. It was wonderful. Our family vacations up in Canada. His name was Steve. He was great, but he lives in Canada so..." Tyler stared off into space.

Blaine was still shocked. He had no idea what to say. Tyler continued.

"We screwed all summer. It was so good. I really miss him." He finally looked at Blaine.

"How would you like to lose your virginity?"

What?

"I know who your father is and I understand the need to be discreet. I'm not looking for a relationship. I'm just looking to get fucked."

Now Blaine was speechless. Was this guy kidding?

"No. I'm not kidding. I think you are sexy as hell and I'm guessing that once you get started, you will be amazing in bed. What do ya say? No strings attached. I promise."

Blaine stared at Tyler. He opened his mouth to speak but, no words came out.

"I tell ya what? Why don't you think about it. You can let me know tomorrow. I promise, it will be worth your while." Tyler gave him a sexy, seductive smile. "We'd better finish the lab. We only have 10 minutes left."

Tyler finished the lab. Blaine just sat there staring at him.

Blaine didn't hear a word his teachers said the rest of the day.

That evening he spent two hours online.

That night he jerked off to all sorts of thoughts about Tyler.

By the morning, he had made his decision.

Tyler was waiting at his locker.

"Well?"

"When and where?"

Tyler smiled.

"Well, my house is out. My mom doesn't work. What about your house?"

Blaine shook his head. "Uh, uh. Too risky. There are always people in and out because of my dad."

Tyler thought for a minute. "What about the costume closet in the auditorium? I have a key. Mr. Peters gave it to me during the last play and never asked for it back."

Blaine's eyes grew wide. "You want to do this at school?"

Tyler shrugged. "Why not? There are no plays in production right now. No one will be back there."

Blaine thought about it. "Okay."

Tyler smiled. "I'll see you at 3:30 pm. It will be even more secluded after school."

Once again, Blaine heard nothing his teachers said all day.

By the last period, Blaine was a nervous wreck. What if he sucked at this? What if this was a set up? What if they got caught?

Not one worry prevented him from heading straight to the auditorium after school.

Tyler was waiting for him.

"Hi."

"Hi."

Tyler grabbed Blaine's hand and pulled him close. He kissed him gently on the lips.

"I'm glad you came."

Holding hands, they walked to the costume closet. Once inside, Tyler pulled a bunch of Victorian style dresses on to the floor. He smiled at Blaine.

"Our bed. Rather appropriate, don't you think?"

Blaine laughed. Tyler looked at Blaine, his eyes filled with lust.

"If I turn off the light, will you be able to find me?"

Something about the tone of Tyler's voice and the look in his eyes, flipped a switch inside Blaine. Suddenly, he felt very in control. He looked at Tyler.

"Yes. I'll definitely find you."

Tyler turned off the lights.

It took a moment for Blaine's eyes to adjust to the darkness but once they did, he reached out and found Tyler, pulling him towards him. He kissed him harshly, his tongue pressing against his lips. Tyler moaned loudly and Blaine slipped his tongue against Tyler's. They kissed for a few minutes until Blaine felt like he might explode. He needed to fuck this boy and fuck him now.

"Tyler..."

Tyler groaned and pressed his body into to Blaine's. "Yes, please Blaine, please."

Blaine stepped back from him. "Take your clothes off."

Tyler undressed slowly, his hands shaking in anticipation. He had been right. Blaine was going to be outstanding. Maybe even better than Steve.

Once he was naked, Tyler laid down on the bed of dresses as Blaine removed his clothes. He lowered himself on top of Tyler, staring into his eyes. He ran his fingers lightly over Tyler's chest. "Where's the lube?"

"Backpack."

Blaine retrieved the lube and proceeded to coat himself and his fingers. Tyler was making little whimpering sounds underneath him.

"Please, Blaine. I want you so bad."

Blaine quickly slid a finger into him causing him to hiss and his hips to buck upwards. Blaine didn't wait. He slid in a second finger, followed by a third. Tyler groaned and pushed against the fingers invading him. Blaine twisted his fingers inside of Tyler's tightness. What would this feel like around his cock? He wanted to find out. Now. With no warning, he slid his fingers out and began pressing himself at Tyler's opening. Tyler gave a little cry.

"Please...go slow at first. But only at first."

Blaine nodded and slowly inched forward.

Ohhhh...

So, this is what everyone has been talking about.

This is why prostitution exists.

This is why porn is a billion dollar industry.

This is why his father didn't want him to have a boyfriend.

Once he was settled completely inside, he took a moment to just concentrate on the feeling. The warmth and vise-like feeling of Tyler's ass. He listened to Tyler moaning underneath him, begging him to move. "I'm good...please Blaine...fuck me."

"In a minute." Blaine was in no hurry. He wanted to savor the feeling. Did all boys feel like this? Would he feel like this to someone? Did it feel like this for straight guys inside of girls?

Finally, after another moment of thought, he slowly slid all the way out. He sat there, looking into Tyler's eyes. Waiting. Tyler was beside himself with need and desire.

"Blaine...please...please..."

"Do you want me Tyler?"

"Oh, shit! Yes! Yes! Please Blaine! What are you waiting for?"

"What do you want me to do?"

"Fuck me! Fuck me now, dammit!"

Blaine slammed into him. Tyler screamed.

Blaine didn't stop anymore. He fucked Tyler fast and hard. Tyler was screaming his name, encouraging him.

"Yes! Yes, Blaine! Yes! Yes! Ugh! More! Yes!"

Blaine pulled out suddenly. Tyler was sputtering. "No! Shit! What are you doing?"

"Turn over."

Tyler looked at him and smiled. God, his taste in men was excellent. He quickly flipped over and stuck out his ass.

"Take me."

And Blaine did.

X-X-X-X-X

For the next 3 weeks, Tyler and Blaine met up in the auditorium 2-3 times a week. Now in biology class, Tyler stared at Blaine in anticipation of what they would be doing later.

On Thursday of the fourth week, Tyler was waiting by Blaine's locker, right before lunch.

"Hey."

"Hi. Um...what are you doing this weekend?"

"I don't know. Why?"

Tyler looked at his feet and then back at Blaine. "Wanna go to the movies?"

Uh oh.

"Why would we do that?"

Tyler looked embarrassed. "I dunno. I guess...I just thought..."

Blaine looked into Tyler's eyes.

Shit.

Dammit.

Fuck.

Tyler was falling for him.

Blaine couldn't have that. It was out of the question. He was still scared of his father. What they were doing was dangerous enough. He was not looking for a relationship.

He looked at Tyler again. Dammit. Why did he have to do this? Things had been going so well.

"Look Tyler. I think we need to stop."

Tyler's eyes filled with fear. "Wait? What? Why?" No, no, no. This wasn't supposed to happen. He loved Blaine.

"Look, I don't want a boyfriend or a relationship or anything. You said just sex and that's all I signed up for. But, if you're starting to develop feelings for me, then we need to stop. Immediately. I can't be your boyfriend."

"Okay, okay." Tyler felt scared and desperate. He didn't want to lose Blaine. "We can keep it just sex. Don't worry."

But Blaine was out. He was finished. He couldn't take chances on Tyler falling for him anymore than he obviously had. This entire thing could blow up in his face.

He cut Tyler off completely.

For the next month, Tyler begged and pleaded with him. "Please Blaine, please? At least just once more? I promise. Just sex. I'm not in love with you or anything. Please?"

But Blaine refused and eventually Tyler gave up.

For the rest of the school year, he stared at Blaine in biology but now the longing was mixed with hatred.

Blaine didn't care. He had to protect himself. At all costs.

One Saturday evening, Kurt looked at Blaine shyly.

"Blaine...can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"Um...are you a virgin?"

"Yes, Kurt. I'm a virgin."

The smile on Kurt's face washed away Blaine's guilt about lying.