A lot changed for Blaine over the next year. His voice finally settled, dropping to a smooth, even tenor. He shot up another five inches, surpassing Leroy and Rachel, but Hiram was still an inch or two taller than him. His braces came off that summer only a few weeks before he started at McKinley, and he chopped most of his hair off and donated it. Even Rachel told him he looked dashing on his first day, and he hadn't really believed her until all the girls had started to giggle whenever he tried to talk to them. None of them seemed to hear him when he told them he was gay. They also kept asking him to flex his arms, which he thought was kind of strange, even though he spent a good ten minutes in front of the mirror doing just that every night after he took a shower.

Everybody seemed to notice him now. The girls all smiled at him, some of the jocks liked him because he was the only freshmen on the varsity soccer team, the Glee Club liked that he had a great voice, but was modest about it unlike his sister. But the one person's eye Blaine kept hoping to catch was Kurt Hummel. The boy who Rachel always complained about, but secretly admired. The boy who used to invite Blaine to tea parties when the Berries had first adopted him, but had stopped when Rachel had insisted that she be invited as well. Kurt with the beautiful, sparkling eyes that lit up like galaxies whenever Glee or Broadway or Marc Jacobs collection was mentioned, but looked right past him in the hallways.

Blaine had never had the courage to ask him out like he'd been wanting to since he was thirteen. First, it was because Kurt and Rachel were at each other's throats constantly, and then Kurt was in high school, and older and taller, and now... he didn't really have a reason now, except that he was terrified of being turned down. He was taller than Kurt by an inch or two, had grown up quite a bit in the time since they'd had classes together a year ago, was handsome (according to everyone he met at least), but he was still too shy. Too nervous to make the first move after the way he saw Kurt looking at the quarterback, Finn Hudson, on the first day of school. Whenever he caught Kurt looking at him, the other boy looked embarrassed and quickly looked away, a dark blush coloring his cheeks. It wasn't the same look he gave Finn when the other boy wasn't looking.

Blaine didn't understand it, but he didn't think it meant anything positive for him. Much to his surprise, Kurt started talking to him in mid- October. It was so out of nowhere that Blaine was almost certain that Rachel had put him up to it because all of the conversations were really random and strange. They both stuttered their way through them, and Blaine was positive the awkwardness was his fault. Rachel had probably told Kurt about his crush and Kurt felt bad for him so the resulting catastrophe was an increasing number of awkward conversations. Rachel huffed at him in annoyance and rolled her eyes whenever he mentioned them, or "pined away" as she liked to call it. Santana told him to tap Hummel's ass, but he didn't see how that would benefit anyone. Touching Kurt's ass, even if he was "tapping" it with a rod or whatever she meant, would only give him a boner, and Kurt would never want to speak to him again.

He got the surprise of his life after they won sectionals, though. Thanks to some quick work and luck that him and Rachel always had a good dozen numbers prepared in case of emergencies they managed to scrape the win. They were only a few steps off stage when Kurt tugged him forward by his suit jacket and pulled him in for a sloppy, fierce kiss. Even his embarrassment over getting instantly hard while he was in Kurt's arms and their lips were learning how to move together hadn't dented his happiness.

The breathless way Kurt had whispered in his ear afterwards still made his heart flutter in his chest.

"I've been wanting to do that for ages."

The bus ride back to McKinley had been one of the happiest hours of his life. Him and Kurt had curled up in the backseat together and agreed to go out to Breadstix the following night. He'd told Kurt how long he'd liked him for and how he'd been too scared to tell him. Kurt had laughed at him, and admitted the same thing, only he'd been scared that Rachel would try to destroy any attempts at a relationship.

That had been in November. Kurt and him were still going strong, even stronger than Blaine had imagined. He was feeling things and thinking things and even if he wasn't ready to say it he thought he was probably in love. His dads and Rachel just smiled at him knowingly whenever he had Kurt over and they locked themselves away in his room (thank god, his dads had answered his pleas and bought him a lock).

The only problem he had with finally having a boyfriend was that he spent even more of his day thinking about sex and jerking off. Kurt was just as new to all of this as he was, even newer, Blaine thought, since the other boy blushed profusely whenever Blaine talked about getting off once Kurt left for the night. They'd slowly progressed to making out, and Blaine was perfectly fine keeping a slow pace even if he was hard as a stone and desperate for a little something more whenever they pressed themselves together and kissed.

This afternoon was no exception. They'd started always coming back to Blaine's house after school on Wednesdays since Rachel had some Student Union club and his dads were out at work until after seven. Today, they'd gotten out even earlier because Mr. Schuester was sick.

"Kurt," Blaine groaned. A hum vibrated against his throat as a wet mouth sucked at his skin and Kurt shifted his weight on top of him. He moaned low in his throat as Kurt's thigh pressed against his hard- on.

"I love how you taste," Kurt murmured against his throat. A moment later Kurt was nibbling on the spot he'd just been sucking at and Blaine couldn't stop the one thing he'd been fighting against since they'd tossed their history books to the floor twenty minutes ago. His hips bucked up into the friction of Kurt's thigh against his cock and he moaned again, letting his eyes drift shut.

Kurt's entire body stiffened against him and Blaine's eyes flew open in horror. He pressed his ass into the mattress as hard as he could, his entire face burning in humiliation as Kurt stared down at him, mouth sagging slightly.

"God, I- I'm sorry," he spluttered in apology. "We're– we're going slow. That's not slow, that's– "

"That's so hot," Kurt breathed, and Blaine's mouth fell open in surprise as Kurt shifted up some, propping his weight up on his elbows as he nuzzled his nose into the crook of Blaine's neck.

Blaine shuddered as Kurt's lips brushed over the hickey on his neck, his hips arching up a few inches at the contact. He still felt embarrassed by the movement, but one of Kurt's hands drifted down to his hip and rubbed soothingly against it.

"I like it when you do that," Kurt told him softly. "I love knowing how turned on you are." Kurt paused to smiled shyly down at him, and then he hesitated before plowing on. "Do you– do you want to try something new?"

"Yes," Blaine blurted, because, fuck, he was aching and Kurt thought his sporadic hip bucks were hot and maybe they were finally going to rut against each other until they came like he fantasized about, and were panting into each other's mouths and–

"Always so eager," Kurt chuckled nervously, pulling up and away from Blaine.

Blaine whined in protested at the suddenly lack of warmth holding him down. When Kurt had said new he'd thought it was going to be a good kind of new, but this was not okay. He opened his mouth to protest, but Kurt was already settling back on top of him, one knee pressed into the mattress on either side of him as he repositioned himself above Blaine.

He watched in amazement as Kurt, blushing furiously, tugged the hem of his shirt out of his pants and pulled it up over his head.

"Kurt... " he breathed as Kurt started undoing the buttons on Blaine's shirt. Between his first sight of Kurt's pale, slim torso and Kurt's fingers brushing against his stomach as the last button was popped open, Blaine gave up all pretense and let his hips snap up until his bulge was pressed firmly between Kurt's legs.

Kurt gasped, his fingers fumbling as he tried to push Blaine's shirt off his shoulders. They both whimpered loudly as Kurt collapsed onto his chest, pressing his hips down against Blaine's until he was settled back against the bed.

"God, Blaine," Kurt whispered. "That feels amazing."

Blaine nodded shakily in agreement as Kurt started to rock in his lap. He fisted his hands in his sheets as Kurt started nibbling on his lower lip, letting his hips arch up rhythmically with Kurt's movements. Kurt's hands were everywhere, tracing over his chest and sides and hips as Kurt's mouth moved back to his neck. Blaine never knew what the hell he should do with his hands when Kurt was on top of him and in control. Besides his hips, they were the only part of his body he could really use in this position, but as much as he always wanted to he could never bring himself to just grab Kurt's ass and squeeze it. Fortunately Kurt never seemed to notice that problem, or he didn't seem to mind, but–

"Touch me, Blaine," Kurt requested, his teeth scraping over Blaine's jaw line. Blaine whined in the back of his throat, his breathing becoming labored as his hips rocked up again and he dug his fingers more firmly into the sheets.

"B- but," Blaine stuttered in alarm, because what the hell was he supposed to do? Did that mean touch him anywhere or on his newly revealed skin or what?

"Don't you... don't you want to?" Kurt muttered, pulling back and stilling his hips. The hurt look on his face made Blaine's heart ache.

"No, of course I do," Blaine said quickly. "Just... where? Like," he paused and bit his lower lip. "I never know where is okay... "

"Oh," Kurt said, looking relieved as he sat up, pressing his ass more firmly against Blaine's cock. Blaine groaned at the weight, his hips rocking slightly as Kurt tugged one of his hands free from its death grip on the sheets. "You can... you can touch me here," Kurt said softly, brushing Blaine's hand over his chest. "Or here," his fingers were dragged down Kurt's stomach. "As long as you're touching me, I don't care where it is," Kurt murmured, looking incredibly self-conscious. "I just want you to touch me more. I love how rough your fingers feel because of all the calluses."

"So, if I uh, touch you here," Blaine said slyly as his hands slid around to brush over the back pockets of Kurt's jeans. "That's okay?"

Kurt sucked in a huge breath as Blaine's tightened his grip and slowly rocked Kurt's cock against his through their jeans. "Only if you let me do this," Kurt replied breathlessly as he pushed his hands into Blaine's shirt and grabbed his shoulders to hold him still as he pressed his mouth against Blaine's chest.

"Fuck," Blaine swore, his hips jolting off the bed again. Kurt smiled against his chest, slowly tracing his tongue over his sternum and then down around one of his nipples as Blaine writhed and panted under him. Everything was getting hazing for Blaine as he tightened his grip on Kurt's ass and rocked him hard in his lap. Even through their jeans he could actually feel Kurt's erection pressing against his own. Compared to how he usually only had his hand for company or his bed sheets the friction and reality of it was incredible.

He keened loudly as Kurt pressed an experimental kiss to his nipple, his hips jerking hard as the arousal coursing through his body spiked and his balls tingled. Kurt's resulting moan vibrated around his nipple and across his chest, as the other boy sagged on top of him, his open mouth still pressed against Blaine's nipple as he started rolling his hips frantically.

"Blaine," Kurt moaned desperately, his hot breath ghosting over Blaine's nipple. Kurt's hips jerked hard in his lap and Blaine gasped. He'd never heard Kurt say his name like that before. It made his entire stomach clench up as the heat pooling in his navel pulsed. "Oh, god, B- Blaine. Kiss me."

A hot, eager mouth sought out his own, Kurt's tongue thrusting wildly into his mouth. He sucked on it lightly as he felt Kurt's entire body tense against him. He'd never seen Kurt come undone before, but he knew from his own experiences what that meant. Kurt's hips jerked frantically against his as sharp gasping pants brushed over his lips and then Kurt cried out, his eyes flying open as he pulled his mouth away.

The way Kurt shouted his name then, sent his straight to the edge, his balls tight and ready for release, just waiting for Kurt to rock in his lap a few more times once his own orgasm had pasted. He watched the bliss flicker over Kurt's features, the relief and ecstasy as he trembled. It was the most breathtaking thing Blaine had ever seen. His cock throbbed painfully, searching for its own release as Kurt, shaking slightly dropped back onto his chest and pulled him into a slow, tender kiss.

"Wow," Kurt murmured, his breathing still heavy. Blaine whined a little as Kurt shifted against him, a hot jolt of desire shooting through him. "'Oh," Kurt looked surprised as he shifted against him again, rolling his ass over Blaine's cock. "You're still– do you want me to– " He gestured vaguely to his hips.

Not trusting himself to speak, Blaine nodded jerkily, reaching up and brushing Kurt's sweaty bangs off his forehead.

"O- okay," Kurt stammered. "I'm going to– going to make you c- come."

Kurt was blushing profusely as he rocked his hips slowly once more. Blaine groaned, already feeling himself pushing back to the edge as Kurt rolled his hips down a little harder, and then–

John Mellencamp started to play from his bedside table.

"Oh, my god," Kurt spluttered, pulling up and away and practically falling off the bed. "I'm late. My dad's going to kill me."

"What?" Blaine asked dumbly, his hips still rocking up against nothing as Kurt fumbled for his phone and then his bag.

"I told him I'd be at the shop by four to help him with my baby," Kurt said frantically, trying to fix his hair as he found his shirt and tugged it on. "I'm going to be in so much trouble– "

"But, Kurt," Blaine pleaded, his brain catching up to what was going on as the tension in his limps sunk down again. "Please, just a few more minutes... "

His cock throbbed angrily against his zipper, and he whined softly as Kurt unbolted his bedroom door and pulled it open a few inches. The desperation in his tone made Kurt pause, and finally remember just what they'd been doing only moments ago.

"Blaine, I... I'm so sorry," Kurt said sincerely. He rushed back to the bed and kissed Blaine softly. "I'll make it up to you somehow, I promise, but I have to– "

"Go," Blaine muttered. He was still hard as a stone, but at the rate his arousal was dipping back down to manageable levels it would take a good ten minutes for him to get off now. "I'll just go back to the old standby."

"The old– oh," Kurt realized, blushing once more. His eyes fell to Blaine's hand and then the distinct bulge in his jeans. "Would you...um, like a- a different hand for a change?"

Blaine's ears had to be malfunctioning. There was no way Kurt had not only changed his mind, but offered to jerk him off. His cock twitched in his boxers as Kurt dropped his bag back onto the floor. A wave of arousal washed over him as Kurt laid down on his side next to him, one arm sliding under his back, the other draping over his waist as Kurt's kissed him lightly on the cheek.

"Please," Blaine begged. He just needed to come finally, to be drawn to the edge and actually pushed over it before he exploded. A tentative hand tugged the button of his jeans open, and he moaned loudly, his hips snapping up and pressing his erection against the zipper until it slid down.

"You're so gorgeous when you're like this," Kurt murmured against his ear before he nibbled on his earlobe.

Blaine whimpered loudly in response. "Touch me, please, I'm so close," he groaned, his hips jerking sporadically. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Kurt nod slightly and then a hand was easing down the front of his boxers and warm fingers brushed against his hard, overheated flesh. He gasped loudly, pushing his erection up against Kurt's open palm as the other boy sucked in a shaky breath. "Please, Kurt."

"Shh, I- I've got you," Kurt told him, kissing over his hickey covered neck as his fingers curled around Blaine's cock and pulled it from his boxers. "T- tell me how you like it."

His entire body felt like a rubber band pulled taut, ready to snap with just the slightly pressure against it. Kurt's mouth continued to suck on his sweaty throat as he dropped a hand to cover Kurt's fist and made him tighten his grip. He thrust up into their fists, reveling in the rough friction of Kurt's soft hand clenched around him.

"T- twist," he directed, guiding Kurt's hand through the motion on the upstroke, making his foreskin twist and slip up over the head of his cock. His balls were throbbing as Kurt repeated the movement on his own, and Blaine moaned long and low in his throat, panting as his brain became muddled and his nerve endings tingled with the rush starting to course through him.

"You're coming, aren't you?" Kurt whispered against his neck. A hot, wet tongue flicked out against his skin and Blaine was gone, his entire body jerking and overloading as he came over Kurt's fist and his own stomach.

"Blaine, have you see my m– "

The door was pushed open the rest of the way. Kurt jerked into a sitting position, staring in alarm at Rachel standing in the doorway. Blaine blurrily blinked his eyes open, his breathing still heavy from just coming as his sister gaped at them. While Kurt looked absolutely mortified, Blaine couldn't even begin to care at this point. Such occurrences had been happening since the day he'd started masturbating. This was nothing new to him.

"Now you've got Kurt getting you off?" Rachel said shrilly, smacking a hand over her eyes as Kurt pulled his hand off Blaine's softening cock.

"Well, we are boyfriends," Blaine grumbled. "I get him off, he gets me off. Kind of part of the deal."

"Oh my god," Rachel squealed in horror as she ran from the room.

Kurt's entire face was dark red when he stood up, grabbed some tissues from the box on the bedside table, and wiped his hand off. "I take it she's walked in on you before."

"You get used to it," Blaine shrugged uncomfortably. He cleared his throat and tucked his cock back into his boxers.

A bright smile was directed at him as Kurt leaned down for a quick kiss. "So, as long as my dad doesn't ground me for being so late... do you think we could do this again?"

"I was hoping so," Blaine said sheepishly. Kurt quickly agreed, still smiling huge as he brushed a hand over Blaine's cheek. That adoring, happy look in Kurt's eyes made it really hit him hard just then. He didn't think he was in love anymore, he knew it. The way his heart swelled and fluttered when Kurt simply looked at him like that, like he was the most beautiful thing the older boy had ever seen in his entire life – the same way Blaine felt about him. He was in love without a doubt.

"I should go," Kurt said quietly, leaning in for another tender kiss and it was Blaine's undoing. Now that the realization had hit him, now that he was sure–

"I'm in love with you, Kurt."

Before he could even start to regret it, Kurt's eyes flickered open in shock, but there was a light shining there that eased an doubt he might have had. Even if Kurt didn't feel ready enough to say it back right now, he knew that someday he would – that someday they'd murmur those words to each other before they fell asleep every night.

"I'm in love with you, too, Blaine Xavier."

Something exploded in his chest at those words at the certainty and love he saw in Kurt's gaze. They shared another soft kiss before Kurt stood up and left, turning back in the doorway to offer him a huge smile and a little wave.

His life may be more complicated with the addition of Kurt as his boyfriend, but he knew now that without him his life wouldn't be much of an experience at all.