In the morning, he hadn't even made it into the building before he was bombarded by Santana and curious looking Brittany.

"Heard you lost your V card, Hummel." She eyed him closely as he flushed and walked faster. He was almost thankful when the girls stopped walking until–

"Oh my god. Did you top him?"

He froze as the realization of why they'd stopped hit him right between the eyes . They wanted to see if he was walking awkwardly or limping or whatever his walk was supposed to be doing after he'd been fucked. How the hell was he supposed to know which of those it was going to be until Blaine actually–

Judging by the look Santana was giving him she was taking the flaming glow on his face as a sign that what she'd said was true. She dragged her eyes up his body slowly, almost critically, then cocked her head and gave a little shrug.

"Never would have called that. I guess you are taller than him and that's how it works, right?"

Rubber wheels screeched to a holt behind her and Brittany looked around on the ground, saying, "Lord Tubbington, why are you hissing? Are you still mad I took away your cigarettes?"

When she didn't spot the feline, she wandered away into the parking lot in search.

Blaine popped his skateboard up and swung it by the trunk. His eyes followed Brittany's progress for a moment.

"Not the brightest, is she? Hell of an imagination." He turned back to them. Kurt almost missed the way his eyes softened just a bit as they met his and then Blaine turned to Santana, who was eyeing his stance for any irregularities.

"It definitely doesn't work like that. The only way he's getting on top is when he's riding me." A lecherous smirk tugged at his lips, but there was a teasing light in his eyes that Kurt had never seen before. Or maybe he'd just always been to furious and flustered by those comments to notice.

"You better get used to being ridden into a mattress then, Anderson. I don't like lying there like a sack of potatoes."

Santana's jaw, much to his surprise, fell open just a bit at their flirting. Were they flirting? It certainly felt like it, or at least sharing some private, dirty joke. Blaine looked just a little surprised at his bold words too.

"Come on, babe. Let's get to class so we don't upset the cockblock."

A hand slide around his waist and before he knew it every eye was on them as they walked into the building and down the halls to their first block class. He knew this was only going to add more fuel to the fire he was going to be burning in during Glee this afternoon, but he honestly couldn't find it within himself to care. Blaine was pressing their sides close, his thumb caressing his hipbone through the thin material of his shirt, and he was talking–just talking–about whatever they were supposed to have read for today. And god, it just felt so natural, so normal, he could almost forget how not normal their relationship was.

Were they boyfriends? Or exclusive? He didn't know. The thought of Blaine being with anyone else bothered him immensely, but he had to remind himself. Patience. Don't push Blaine or you'll lose what little you've got left. Because he didn't think–no, he knew if Blaine disappeared from his life now when everything else was going to hell he'd crumble too.

"–sound good to you, babe?...Kurt...Kurt!"

He slammed right into Blaine's chest. He hadn't even noticed that Blaine had moved in front of him. Hot breath, tickled his face as Blaine laughed and slipped his arms around his waist, tugging him close and preventing him from bouncing backwards onto his ass.

Flushing at the stares they were now attracting as the crowd parted around them, he tried to find something to do with his pinned arms, settling on placing his palms on the other boy's chest. There really wasn't anything else he could do with them. He stared into Blaine's beautiful, tired looking eyes, feeling the warmth of Blaine's skin seeping into his fingers even through the dark shirt he was wearing. It made his breath catch in his throat at just how right and safe he felt in that moment even with the entire McKinley population sneering at them as the crowd parted around them.

"What were you saying?"

"Do you want to finish that project at my place tonight? After your rehearsal or whatever?"

He was still distracted. Horribly, beautifully, mesmerized really. Blaine's eyes were sparkling with something he couldn't quite place, but it was a look that somehow brightened his entire face and he looked almost happy. His heart thumped painfully in his chest at the thought because he knew if Blaine had realized it, it wouldn't be staring him in the face right then. If Blaine had known he was falling in love he'd run like hell and forget anything had ever happened.

"Yeah, I've got Glee until the usual time. Do you want...do you want to go with me?"

Blaine's gaze lingered on his hopeful expression for a moment and the sparkle shrunk slightly at his suggestion.

"I can't. I've got–"

"Detention." Kurt finished softly for him. He couldn't help but he disappointed. For a moment he'd gotten his hopes up that he might not have to face their questions alone this afternoon. If there was one thing he could count on with Blaine at his side it was a lot more reluctance for people to question them.

"Job interview actually." Blaine grunted, suddenly pulling away, subconsciously curling his arms around himself. A few straggling students filtered off into their classrooms and suddenly they were alone. The answer shocked Kurt a bit, but not more than the reaction that accompanied it. Why was he embarrassed by something like that?

"That's great." he said, as the hazel-green eyes flickered back up to his.

Blaine shrugged a little and said darkly, "It's a waste of time. As soon as they see this–" he shook his ankle monitor–"I'll be out the door. "

"You don't know that–"

"It's happened seventeen times since May. I damn well do know it." Blaine sneered angrily. And all of his shields were suddenly slamming up so hard, Kurt actually took a step back. Before he could say anything else, Blaine has turned and breezed through the doorway to their English classroom, leaving Kurt alone in the empty hallway.

He left Blaine to cool off or stew or just whatever it was he was straightening out in his head. But the thing he hated most was that whenever he saw Blaine get angry like that, it was directed at himself and not the morons judging him before they knew him. At the end of class, Blaine asked again if their project was still set and then he didn't speak to him again until lunch. In both history and Environmental Science he dropped his head onto his desk and passed out until the bell. Neither of their teachers seemed to care in the least when they saw that the person snoring lightly was Blaine. Yet, when the girl next to him did the same, she was woken up abruptly by a sharp slap on her desktop.

Kurt didn't like that at all but he knew it was how Blaine wanted it, how he'd made it. He didn't want people to care about him, he wanted them to expect absolutely nothing from him so that he could never disappoint them–so that nobody would ever get close.

Lunch was the first time Blaine didn't fall asleep, but he still looked tired and Kurt couldn't stop himself from asking as they dropped onto the same bench.

"Are you...you look tired." He settled on a comment instead. Questions, especially in the middle of a crowded lunchroom, probably wouldn't get a positive response.

He watched as Blaine speared his grilled chicken breast onto his fork and lifted it to his mouth, tearing a big chunk off. His jaw worked slowly as he debated how he wanted to answer him. When he finally swallowed, he pulled a nonchalant expression onto his face.

"Bunch of drunks outside until dawn. Kept me up."

And Kurt knew there was more to the story. He knew Blaine was lying to him and still trying to keep him at arm's length. No, he was going to have to find a way to get Blaine's trust without actually saying anything. Instead, he bit his tongue to stop himself from demanding the truth or more or just something that wedged the door into Blaine's world open another inch.

So he did what Blaine was always doing to him–he opted for a physical manifestation of what he felt. Slowly, he was beginning to realize if he ever going to reach Blaine he was going to have to do in a way that Blaine understood and was comfortable with, physicality–something he was still entirely new to. He slid his hand off of his lap, and after a brief hesitation at how Blaine would react he curled it around the other boy's side, keeping his touch light and skittish. He felt Blaine's body stiffen and his spoonful of peas froze as he twisted to look at him.

"Trying to come on to me, Hummel?" he said after a moment. The briefest flicker of wonder he saw in Blaine's eyes made his heart coil strangely. Blaine's spoon clattered to his tray as he wrapped his arm around Kurt's body, tugging him close.

"It works better with more force." Kurt felt himself slid another few inches, until their hips were sealed against one another. A soft nip brushed over the shell of his ear and Blaine's laughter echoed loudly in it when he jumped slightly, "You've still got a long way to go on seduction, baby."

He expected the arm around his waist to disappear, but it didn't. After a quick debate, he snuggled himself closer to Blaine's side and dropped his head onto the other boy's shoulder.

His heart swelled when Blaine's cheek dipped and pressed against his hair.

Glee Club was as much of a nightmare as he'd predicted. The incident from the parking lot that morning had been spread around to the rest of the club. Glaring furiously at Santana, Kurt ignored all of their questions and ridiculous ideas and fumed in silence until Mr. Schuester showed up and got them to shut up. The solo drive over to Blaine's gave him a chance to get over some of his frustration with the Glee Club's newfound interest in his supposedly "raging hot sex life". Sometimes, he just really hated all of them and their gossip.

The lot was completely empty except for Blaine when he pulled to a stop in his usual spot. Through his rearview mirror he watched Blaine hop around on his skateboard for a minute before getting out. Blaine rolled over to him and jumped off, letting the board bounce into his tire.

"How'd your job–"

He was cut off sharply as Blaine shoved him roughly against the side of his Navigator and grabbed him by the face, sealing his eager mouth over his own. Kurt choked down the breath he'd been breathing out as Blaine pressed him harder against the car, dropping a hand to caress the curve of his ass as Kurt parted his lips and kissed him back. They kissed feverishly for a few minutes, until Kurt's brain was sloshing around in his skull and he couldn't see straight. Blaine pulled away just as quickly as he'd descended on him. He popped up his skateboard and started towards the closest end of the complex, now fiddling with something in his hand.

"Hello to you, too." Kurt mumbled sarcastically, readjusting his bag from where it had slid down to his elbow and following after Blaine. He caught up as Blaine stopped in front of a little dingy, opening at the end of the building. He was just starting to feel nervous at the dark enclosure when Blaine pulled a key out of his pocket and twisted it into the wall. A little mailbox door sprung open and he dug out a few envelopes, tucked them into his armpit and locked it back up without a word to Kurt.

The fact that Blaine was completely ignoring him ticked him off way more than it should have. They shuffled down under the overhang towards Blaine's door as Blaine went back to fiddling with the object in his hands. Kurt caught a glimpse of a little screen reflecting in the sunlight and a very familiar cell phone cover–

"How the hell did you get my phone?"

He ran a hand over his back pocket were he kept it just to be sure it was actually his. The pocket was empty but the touch of his fingers made him remember where Blaine's hand had just been.

"Did you seriously just pick-pocket me?"

"Mhmm." Blaine said, shouldering his door open and dropping his skateboard and mail onto the bed.

In disbelief, Kurt watched Blaine swing back around to the dresser and pick up the receiver on the slightly scuffed looking phone sitting there.

"Since when do you have a phone? Why do you need mine if you've got that?"

He wasn't sure why he even bothered asking any more questions when he knew Blaine wasn't going to answer him. Silently, Blaine dialed out a number and then stared at the cell phone in his hand expectantly. Annoyed, Kurt yanked his phone out of the other boy's grasp and demanded, "You can't just take my–"

His phone started vibrating in his fist. He stared down at the unfamiliar number flashing across the touch screen for a moment and then he realized–Blaine had just given him his phone number. Whether on purpose or not, he didn't know but it almost felt like he made some huge leap in trust with those ten little digits. And then his phone was twisted out of his grip as Blaine hung up the other phone. He jotted down the phone number on a little slip of paper and tucked it into his pocket, discarding Kurt's phone onto the dresser top.

Kurt really didn't know what to say. He knew Blaine had probably only used him to get his own phone number, but the fact still remained that if he wanted to he could call Blaine and talk to him or see if he wanted to get together and–he gulped and flushed a bit–do things. If he couldn't even think the words to himself, he didn't know how he'd ever manage to make such a suggestion over the phone.

The door was slammed closed behind him and the trunk dragged to its usual place. Strong arms looped around his chest as a warm nose nuzzled against his neck. For a few moments he just let Blaine hold him and start sucking a rough bruise on his pulse point, his shoulder blades relaxing against Blaine's chest. But they really didn't have the time for this today. He'd promised to be at the hospital by half past seven and they hadn't even started on any part of their project.

"Blaine, we can't. I've got to be at the-the hospital in a-a few..." he trailed off, his head falling back as he panted out a breathless moan. Two days, he reminded himself, it had only been two days. There was no way he was already this desperate and needy for Blaine's touch. His body seemed to have a polar opposite view if the way it was responding to the drag of Blaine's hands was an indication.

The hem of his shirt was jerked roughly out of his pants only to be replaced by Blaine's callused fingers a moment later. He'd never been more glad that he hadn't worn tight pants. Blaine's heart was thumping hard against his back as he wiggled in his grasp, Blaine's fingers teasing over his hardening erection through his boxer-briefs. Fuck, why did it have to feel so mind-blowingly fantastic? The last thing he ever wanted to do was say no to Blaine Anderson when his hand was down his pants and his thumb was brushing lightly over his cock and making him absolutely ache for more friction. He arched into the touch, feeling Blaine's mouth pull away from his neck.

"I've missed touching you so much..." The words skimmed over his cheek as Blaine pressed down on him, pushing him back until he felt the hard bulge in Blaine's jeans against his ass.

"Blaine...we can't–god," he broke off to moan loudly and grinded against the hard cock jutting against him.

"Fuck, Kurt." Blaine groaned, biting down hard onto his shoulder to stifle a deep moan at the sudden friction rubbing against him.

It took all of his willpower to take a tiny step forward. The arms around him tightened and tried to pull him backwards but he tugged away.

"We-we can't." he panted, chest heaving. "We've got to finish our project. It's due Monday and I'm going to be at the hospital and busy with two papers all weekend."

Blaine stared at him lustfully, eyes hooded and dark. Slowly, he nodded even though his gaze was now trained on the obvious bulge in Kurt's pants. Kurt slid his bag off his shoulder and set it on the bed, digging out his notes and the assigned paperback. Blaine shuffled over and dug out a notebook and his own copy from the little pile of books at the end of the bed.

They spent the next two hours working steadily through their assignment only getting distracted a handful of times when their legs or hands brushed. Kurt even managed to ignore the way Blaine pressed his still obvious hard-on against his thigh for the first fifteen minutes of work. By the time the sun was setting around seven o'clock, Kurt was quite impressed with the report they'd created in the presence of all the sexual tension. He'd only hoped that they could have finished a bit earlier so they could return to other things. He felt himself go pink at the thought.

Blaine noticed immediately and latched onto his side quickly, hooking his leg over Kurt's and trying to trap him to the bed.

"I'm sure they won't mind if you're a little late..." he mumbled against Kurt's ear, flicking his tongue out and curling it around the shell. And Kurt almost caved. His hand shot out and caressed Blaine's thigh both pushing and pulling at it as he struggled to make a decision. It wasn't easy when he was half hard in his pants; had been since the door had closed almost two hours ago.

"Blaine," he sighed, trying to push the boy's leg off unsuccessfully as he accepted a soft kiss against his lips, " I have to go to the hospital. Carole and Finn are waiting for me."

Stiffness trickled down Blaine's body at his words. It was with incredible ease that his slid out from under Blaine's leg and stood.

"Don't...come on, Kurt." Blaine scooted across the bed after him and pulled him back, wrapping an arm around Kurt's thighs and lifting his still un-tucked shirt so that he could press his mouth against the smooth, toned skin. "Please...please stay."

His voice was so quiet, almost pleading that Kurt paused. Blaine took his lack of motion as a sign to continue. The lower buttons on his shirt were undone before he had time to think about pulling away. Soft lips kissed a slow, wet trail up his stomach as more skin was exposed.

"Stay with me, baby." Blaine breathed against his skin, chilling the wet patches from his lips.

"Blaine, I can't." he whimpered pitifully, running his hands into Blaine's hair and pulling Blaine's face away from where he wanted to keep it. "I have to be there in twenty minutes." He dropped his hands and tugged himself away from Blaine, "I'm sorry. I have to go now."

He re-buttoned his shirt as heard the bed creak behind him. Blaine seemed almost desperate, but in a different way than he'd ever been before. It was like he was begging and that didn't make sense to Kurt. Never had Blaine begged. He'd been forceful and persistent certainly, but there was something so different in what had just happened that it unnerved him and made his heart flutter at the same time. He wanted Kurt around.

As the trunk was shifted away from the door, he heard the distant sound of loud voices approaching the building. Blaine froze, listening hard as the voices slowly got louder. Kurt grabbed his bag and opened the door taking a nervous glance outside. A group of four men were walking through the parking lot from the street, all of them with brown bags in their fists. He didn't have to be an alcoholic to know what was hidden in those. These must be the same men from Tuesday; the same ones that had kept Blaine awake last night.

"I'll walk you out."

Blaine's voice surprised him. So did the offer, even though it was more of an order. A hand hooked around his elbow and guided him out of the room, the door closing so quietly Kurt barely heard it. They were halfway across the parking lot when one of the men shouted after them.

"Found yourself a little faggot ass to fuck, did you Anderson?"

He was slurring terribly and Kurt knew he was well on his way to drunk. The other men turned to follow his gaze and two of them chuckled appreciatively at the drunken shout. The grip on his arm tightened as a knot of fear twisted in his stomach.

"Don't stop walking. Get in your car and go."

The order was firm and Kurt's steps only faltered for a moment before he obeyed. By the time he reached his Navigator the men were face to face with Blaine. his hand paused on the door handle. He couldn't bring himself to just leave Blaine to deal with this alone. They were still close enough that he could hear what they were saying.

"Ah, look, guys. Faggot's trying to protect his little cum bucket." It was a different man speaking this time. He was the only one who seemed like he was sober. "We just wanna meet your little friend–"

Something flashed as Blaine's hand reached around and dug into his pocket. A cry broke the air and the men staggered backwards in alarm, the one who had been talking was now clutching at his cheek.

"How many times do I have to tell you to back the fuck off." Blaine snarled, advancing a step and holding up what he'd taken from his pocket. It was a little pocket knife, the same one he'd used to carve into his desk in English. The blade was now stained red in the fading sunlight. The man dabbed at the blood from the gash on his cheek, his dark eyes glinting angrily.

"You stupid little sh–"

The blip of a siren and the flash of blue and red lights entered the parking lot. Kurt rushed over to Blaine forcing the bloody knife into his pocket as the cops got out of their car.

"What's going on here?"

If he'd believed in God, he would be on his knees right now thanking him. He knew that voice. Jim Ferguson, one of his father's friends and a frequent visitor to the garage.

The group of men shuffled off quickly, with a few quick grumbles of "Nothing." and "Just saying hi." and "Have a good night, officers." Jim and his partner still approach the boys.

"Kurt?" the thinner of the two called, squinting to get a good look at the teenagers.

"Yeah, it's me, Jim."

"What the hell are you doing here?" Jim stopped in front of him, taking a good look at his scared face and the way his was clutching Blaine's arm in a vice-like grip.

"With a friend working on a school project." he said quickly, tugging Blaine's arm slightly to get him to speak or react or do something. Blaine turned his icy gaze away from the men's' retreating backs and over to the cops. If anything his expression only turned nastier.

"See you later, Hummel." he grunted, yanking himself from Kurt's grasp and heading back into his room.

Jim watched him go for a moment, before he turned back to Kurt.

"You look a bit shaken up. Are you sure you're okay?"

Kurt nodded silently, watching Blaine's door snap shut across the lot.

"How's your father doing? I heard he was in the hospital."

"I'm heading there now. He's still in a coma." As he said it he felt his heart sink. Tomorrow it would be a week since his heart attack.

"I'm sorry to hear that, buddy. You go on then. Want us to follow you out of here?" Jim asked, clapping him on the shoulder gently.

"No, no. I'll be fine." Kurt said numbly, heading back to his Navigator and starting it up. He pulled out of the parking lot quickly, not wanting Jim and his partner to be suspicious or concerned if he sat there for too long. Once he was several streets away he pulled over and put on the brakes. His hands were shaking where they were gripping the steering wheel. He heaved in a few gasps of air, feeling tears prick his eyes.

Why did people have to be so stupid and hateful? They probably taunted Blaine like that every day. Every single damn day. He was terrified from just a minute's glance at it. Last night they'd done god only knows what that kept Blaine awake all night. Awake all night in fear. He remembered the shatter of a bottle against the door the night he'd stayed. Had they tried to break in and hurt him? Or simply stayed outside of his door all night, shouting at him and shattering their empty bottles against his door?

He shuddered and pulled his knees up to his chest, hiccupping slightly, taking a few steadying breaths to regain a little control over himself.

It was almost eight when he finally entered his father's hospital room. Carole and Finn had pulled up chairs tonight and were sitting at his bedside. He let Carole's soothing voice wash over him as he told his father about her day.

"About time, dude!" Finn said when he caught sight of him. "I texted you like three times. Why didn't you answer?"

"No you didn't I would have felt–" But as he ran his hand over his back pocket he realized he didn't have his phone. It was still on the top of Blaine's dresser.

"Oh, crap. I took it out of my pocket." he said quietly, closing his eyes as nerves hit him. He didn't know if he wanted to go back there if those guys had come back. He also couldn't stand the thought of Blaine having to deal with them alone again. "I left it on Blaine's dresser."

"On his dresser? You were in his room? Like alone?" Finn looked both shocked and angry.

"God, I don't need you to protect me, Finn." Kurt snapped, and then added just to piss him off more, "And yes. I was in his room. And we were alone for hours."

Finn looked highly affronted at his words and was just opening his mouth to reply when Carole raised a hand. He snapped his jaw shut.

"I'm sure he'll see it and bring it to school tomorrow." she said reassuringly.

"Maybe." Kurt said rather skeptically. Knowing Blaine he'd use it as an excuse to make Kurt come over–not that Kurt minded in the least. "I can just stop by after I leave here. It's on the way back."

"That's going to be really late, sweetheart. I don't know if that's a good idea." Carole fretted.

"It's a quick stop. It'll take two minutes." he reassured her, pulling over a chair and slipping his hand into his father's limp one. After another half an hour Finn left for home to shower and get some homework done before bed. Carole left not long after to swing by the chain restaurant to grab them some take-out.

But Kurt stayed, clamping his hands around his father's unresponsive fingers and rubbing little circles into the dry skin. It was only when Nurse Nancy came in at almost eleven and told him visiting hours were ending that he pecked his father on the cheek and shuffled miserably out to his car. He almost didn't turn off onto Blaine's street, but he had to know that Blaine was still okay. That tonight he might actually get some sleep. Steeling his nerves he pulled slowly into the dark parking lot. By some miracle it was empty. He took another moment to be sure as he killed the engine and his lights before he darted quickly across the lot and banged his hand on Blaine's door.

"Blaine! It's Kurt! Let me–"

The heavy scrap of a trunk echoed from inside and the door was flung open. A hand grabbed his shirt front and yanked him inside. The door snapped closed and he half expected Blaine to pin him against it and kiss him breathless. But he didn't. On the contrary, he looked furious.

"What the hell are you doing here? Do you have shit for brains?"

"What? I-I left my phone..." Kurt said in confusion, feeling his own anger prickle under the surface at Blaine's words.

"After what almost happened earlier? Are you seriously that naive?" Blaine demanded. His face was flushed with his disbelief and anger. As Kurt stared guilty at him taking in his bare torso, he couldn't bring himself to admit the real reason he'd wanted to stop by. But still, Blaine was worried about him, cared about him.

"Here. Take your damn phone." Blaine picked it up off the desk and chunked it at him. He almost didn't catch it because when Blaine had moved he caught sight of something that made his heart stop. There was a single-serving packaged piece of pie sitting on top of the mini-fridge. But that wasn't necessarily what had caught his attention–it was the little flickering candle poking out of it. There was only one occasion that he could think of that needed that.

"Blaine, why do you–is that–" he gestured vaguely towards the dessert and Blaine froze, his jaw clinching and his eyes widening in panic.

"It's nothing." Blaine said quickly, as he rushed to blow it out and stuff it into the mini-fridge, "Just some pie–"

"It's your birthday." Kurt said slowly, quietly, latching his hand around Blaine's wrist to stop him from putting it away. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"It–it doesn't–it's not important." Blaine grumbled, looking completely horrified and embarrassed at what Kurt had walked in on. The fact that he was letting Kurt see anything of what he was feeling made Kurt hold on even tighter. He wasn't going anywhere tonight.

Gently, Kurt took the pie out of his hand and pushed him over to the bed. It broke his heart to hear Blaine say that; for him to think he wasn't even important enough for a birthday celebration even if it was just the two of them.

He snatched Blaine's lighter and the plastic fork off of the fridge as well and dropped down next to him, placing the little pie in his hands as he flicked the lighter a couple of times trying to get it to light. Frustrated when he couldn't get it to catch, Blaine chuckled softly and took it from his fist. With a deft flick he had it lit and pressed it against the candle's wick.

He tossed it onto the nightstand once it was flickering again and Kurt looped his arms around Blaine's, resting his cheek on Blaine's shoulder. Blaine's body was still slightly rigid at how unexpected this situation was for him, but he slowly began to relax as Kurt started singing softly.

"Happy Birthday to you..."

The pie was trembling slightly in Blaine's grasp when he was finished and he pressed a sweet kiss to Blaine's cheek, and whispered softly, "Make a wish, Blaine."

There was a moment's pause before Blaine leaned down a little and blew the candle out. He handed the fork to Blaine as he nuzzled his nose against the boy's cheek. He was surprised when the first bite was offered to him, but he accepted, letting Blaine feed him. He smiled and snuggled closer as they ate in silence for several minutes, alternating forkfuls between themselves.

"My mom used to do this with me." Blaine's soft voice broke through the comfortable silence as he feed Kurt another bite of pie, "It's one of the only things I remember. Every birthday, she'd wake me up right before midnight with pie or cake or whatever so she could be the first to wish me happy birthday."

He felt like the air had been punched out of his lungs at Blaine's words. Because he could just imagine the little boy from the picture, curled up asleep in his Batman pajamas hugging a little teddy bear to his chest, being woken up gently by the bright smile of an adoring mother. He'd rub his eyes, his curls tangled and sleep-tousled as she placed the plate on his lap, smiling even wider at the excitement that would stretch across his face.

He blinked a few times, trying to shoved back the heat pressing against his eyes as they finished off the pie. Blaine tossed the empty container into the trash bin and kept his gaze fixed on some spot on the wall. He knew Blaine was incredibly unnerved by all of this, that he couldn't wrap his mind around why Kurt had stayed and celebrated his mother's old tradition with him.

With a sure hand, Kurt reached up and cupped his cheek, turning him to face him. He moved in slowly, giving Blaine a chance to pull back.

"Do you um, want your birthday present now?" Kurt mumbled, trying to sound seductive or sexy but really, he'd never felt more ridiculous. He was blushing hard as he pressed a soft kiss to Blaine's lips. God, he was terrible at this.

"Bullshit. You didn't get me anything." Blaine said, calling his bluff. Kurt couldn't deny it but he wanted to give him something else. Something they'd both been desperate for earlier though he didn't know just how far he was willing to go. He only knew he didn't want to leave.

"That doesn't mean I don't have something to give you." Kurt hinted, pushing at Blaine's shoulder to get him to slide back on the bed. Eyebrows raised, eyes alight with a sudden enthusiastic excitement, Blaine slide back until his back was pressed against the wall and flicked the lamp off. Even in the sudden darkness Kurt could see the hand held out to him, eager to pull him closer and accept his offer.

Kurt readily slid his hand into Blaine's, and unlike earlier this hand clamped tightly around his own and pulled him forward. Slightly surprised at the tug, he overbalanced and fumbled as he fell into Blaine's chest, giggling giddily. He pushed himself off of Blaine's chest that was vibrating with soft laughter and swung his leg over Blaine, his knees pressing it the mattress as he trapped him to the bed.

He brushed a hand through the thick, messy curls on Blaine's forehead, pushing them back and pressing a little kiss against his skin. Blaine sighed softly, his hands running along Kurt's thighs to pull him closer and press him down harder. As Blaine's hips bucked up under him, his cock already hard and desperate for friction, Kurt raised himself up.

"Kurt." Blaine growled in exasperation, grabbing onto Kurt's ass and trying to rub them together again, "Come on."

"No. I want to try something." he said softly, pressing a firm hand down on Blaine's arching hips. "Please, baby. Just relax and–just relax."

He'd almost said trust me. And he knew if he said it, Blaine wouldn't. As Blaine's hips dropped back down, Kurt settled back into his lap, massaging his thumbs against Blaine's temple and brushing his lips lightly over his eyebrow ring. On a sudden inspiration, he popped the little metal loop between his lips and tugged at it gently, twisting his tongue around it and against Blaine's skin. A shaky groan washed against his neck as Blaine shifted below him. He pulled back enough for their eyes to meet, seeing the hesitation and wonder in Blaine's gaze. Kurt knew he'd never experienced anything like this, had always been rough and quick in his sexual encounters. There was so much more he wanted than just that with Blaine; so much more he wanted to share. He only hoped Blaine felt the same.

"Please." he said again, trailing his fingers tenderly over Blaine's face and neck. "I want to make you feel good."

Kurt held his unsure gaze for a few long moments, feeling his skin burning under the hands caressing over his thighs. And Kurt knew if Blaine couldn't bring himself to let go and trust him in this kind of setting then he never would. When Blaine's head bobbed up and down just a few inches he almost squealed in joy.

"Just close your eyes." he whispered breathlessly, pressing his lips against Blaine's cheekbone so lightly it was more like a tickle. A shiver coursed through Blaine, strong enough that Kurt could feel the body below him tremble as Blaine's eyes drifted closed. His hands and lips moved slowly, not even really touching, just ghosting over Blaine's face and neck. He placed a few fluttering kisses on his eyelids, his cheeks, his jaw and chin, purposely avoiding Blaine's parted lips. If he kissed Blaine's lips he knew he'd never want to stop and right now all he wanted to do was explore and taste all of Blaine that he could.

The look of utter fascination on Blaine's face as his eyes fluttered open mesmerized him and made his heart swell to twice its normal size as he pulled away for a moment. Cheeks flushed faintly and breathing in sharply, Blaine pressed his hands hard into his back trying to bring him back down to kiss him. Kurt resisted though, and Blaine whined faintly as Kurt trailed his hands down to Blaine's chest. A few little hairs tickled against his fingertips and his own stomach clinched, his shirt rustling scratchily against his skin. He quivered at the heat shooting down his spine and coiling in his lower stomach.

"It feels nice, doesn't it?"

A soft hum of agreement rumbled along Blaine's neck as Kurt re-attached his lips more firmly, sucking gently and dragging his tongue out to taste the salty skin. His own heart rate was starting to race and as much as he wanted to keep this slow pace and tease Blaine, he didn't think he could manage it. As Blaine's hips rolled up against him Kurt squirmed in his lap, gasping at the throbbing erection he could feel pressing insistently against him.

God, he needed more. Now. He dropped his lips to Blaine chest, feeling the few little dark hairs prickle against his lips as he slid his hands over Blaine's ribs. A loud moan rent the air as Blaine's hips snapped up against him, raising him several inches off of the bed. He could feel Blaine's stomach muscle contracting against him as he moaned too.

"God, Kurt. Just–fuck, let me kiss you." Blaine groaned, rolling his hips up again as Kurt pressed his lips back to his chest.

"Not yet." Kurt said shakily, tracing his fingers over Blaine's ribs again making the boy buck up under him again. This time he couldn't stop his hips from jerking down, his own cock rubbing roughly against his jeans. He hissed at the drag over the zipper but let it go. There was just one more thing he wanted to try before he completely lost control of what they were doing. The hands on his thighs were forcing him to move with Blaine's jerky thrusts up against him. Sweat was beading across his forehead, and it was really way to hot with all of these clothes on but he slid down Blaine's body anyway, pressing his tongue into Blaine's side and dragging it up his ribs.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck." Blaine shouted, hand fisting into Kurt's hair as he thrust hard up against him. Kurt let out a shaky laugh as Blaine arched his hips as high as he could, pressing his throbbing cock against Kurt's shirt and rubbing hard as he searched for friction.

With one last ounce of control, he slid his fingers under the waistband of Blaine's pants and boxers and jerked them down his hips. He moved down dragging them the rest of the way off of Blaine's legs with a few helpful kicks from Blaine that finally freed him. Growling Blaine pushed himself forward and pulled Kurt's mouth down to his hard.

Whimpering, Kurt kissed him back hard and ground his hips down as he slid back into Blaine's lap. Teeth scraped over his bottom lip, tugging it roughly and making Kurt gasp. Blaine's tongue was suddenly licking across his teeth, tangling inside around his own and thrusting hard against it. A thrill of ecstasy coursed through him, his nerve endings tingling at what Blaine's tongue was mimicking.

God, he wanted it. He wanted this boy so much. Wanted to love him and be loved and just share everything about himself with him.

He broke his mouth away from Blaine's after a particularly delicious slid against his cock, throwing his head back and choking out a low, growly moan.

"Fuck, why aren't you naked?" Blaine panted against his neck, not even waiting for an answer as he jerked Kurt's rumpled shirt out of his pants and starts fumbling with the buttons. The rush of cool air over his pale, scorching skin made him moan faintly as the sweat chilled. And then Blaine curled his spine just enough to drag his tongue from his stomach up his chest, lapping up the beads of sweat on his newly exposed skin.

"Oh, god." he cried out. "More, Blaine, please."

His whole body was trembling and aching, every pore and nerve desperate for stimulation yet already it felt like too much. Blaine pushed his shirt off his shoulders and tossed it somewhere behind him as he rolled them over. He didn't even care where it landed or if it ripped or stayed in a tangled heap all night and was completely ruined. None of it matter because their sweaty chests were flushed together, his taut nipples rubbing against Blaine's.

Two hands pulled at his belt, fumbling with the strap and clinking the buckle apart before yanking it out of his belt loops. His hips raised of the bed slightly at the tug but then Blaine's surged forward slamming them back down thrusting his bare cock against the scratchy fabric of Kurt's jeans. Kurt whined as the force of Blaine's rocking hips pushed him up the bed a few inches. Really, Blaine did have an excellent point. Why the hell wasn't he naked? He'd been dreaming about rutting naked against each other for way too long.

He reached down and unbuttoned his jeans as Blaine kept rolling his hips down hard against him. His hands were shaking and every bit of pressure against his aching cock elicited a soft moan. The sound of his zipper being pulled down made Blaine pause, his breathing shaky. And then his hands were pushing hastily at his waistband too, tugging his pants and boxer-briefs down as Kurt shimmed his hips to wiggle out of them.

When Blaine leaned back down to capture his mouth in a hungry kiss, his knee pressing between Kurt's legs to spread them apart, Kurt arched up, breathless with anticipation. Something heavy, hard, and throbbing slid against his cock and he moaned long and loud, feeling his balls tug up as Blaine thrust up sliding them together. The pre-cum was making them both slick as they rocked together and hazily Kurt decided that he had been right. So very right. Nothing would ever be able to compare to the feeling of Blaine pulsing and sliding against him between the heat of their sweaty bodies.

"Fuck, Blaine." he whimpered, swinging his legs around Blaine's thighs and planting his feet firmly into the bed. As Blaine thrust his hips down again, harder and more urgently, Kurt braced himself with his feet and raised his hips up to meet him.

A bead of sweat dripped off of Blaine's neck and onto his stomach as they both moaned desperately and arched into each other again, their erections twitching at the friction. Kurt's legs were shaking too much for him to hold himself up much longer and he dropped his hips back down, his muscles burning, his torso covered in a sheen of sweat.

Blaine dropped down with him, using his elbows to support his weight as he slowed the pace of his hips and sucked on Kurt's bottom lip between his teeth.

"Kurt, I–god, can I finger you?" Blaine asked desperately against his mouth. His lips froze against Blaine's, his brain slightly numb at the words, and he felt Blaine stiffen and pull away quickly. Just the slightest hesitation had Blaine closing in on himself. And god, it wasn't even that he didn't want to. The suggestion if anything had shocked him and then made him ache even more.

Blaine had rolled over and sat up next to him, and he could tell just from the set of his jaw that he was throwing all of his barriers up. Without a thought, Kurt rolled over and into his lap pushing Blaine's hand away when he tried to shove him off.

"No, no, Blaine. Please just..." he pressed a soft kiss to his lips, feeling like a bunch of wriggling snakes were slithering around in his stomach. His cock bounced slightly as he shifted, tapping against the wet head of Blaine's. He bit his lip and tried to stop the moan and the feeling from distracting him from what he needed to say. "I want you to, I do." And god, he did. His whole body was aching with a desire he couldn't ignore.

Blaine's hands traced over his hips at his words, his eyes becoming less guarded as his fingers pressing in lightly as he looked up at Kurt. "Then what?"

"I've never–not even by myself–" he mumbled nervously as Blaine's hands skimmed around the curve of his ass and squeezed his cheeks. His head fell forward onto Blaine's shoulder and he panted out a broken moan arching back into the tight grip.

"Don't worry, baby." Blaine whispered, nibbling on his ear. "I do it to myself all the time."

Kurt moan again at the thought and bit down on Blaine's shoulder as a finger slid down between the halves of his ass and rubbed slowly up and down. He could feel himself pulsing as Blaine's finger trailed down to his hole. The brush of his fingertip across the sensitive opening made his hips buck. Wow, that felt amazing.

"Lay on your stomach."

Kurt hurried to do so, getting off of Blaine's lap and laying himself face first onto the mattress next to Blaine, giddy with nerves. The sheets afford him some friction and he couldn't stop himself from thrusting against them at the wonderful feeling.

"Go, you're so gorgeous like this." Blaine's voice was soft as he leaned across him and pulled the drawer on the nightstand open. Kurt turned his head to watch his hand shift around inside for a moment before pulling out a half-empty bottle of lube. He hadn't been lying about doing it to himself all the time.

He turned to face the other way, watching as Blaine laid on his side and pressed against him as he traced his finger tips down Kurt's spine and down to his ass. He arched up into the touch, feeling Blaine's hips jerk against his side. The pop of the plastic lid made him tense a little under Blaine's hand.

"Shhh." Blaine's mouth dipped and kissed at a spot on his lower back, "Just relax."

The warmth of Blaine's hands disappeared as he coated his fingers in lube and Kurt arched up helplessly desperate for Blaine's touch beyond his hard cock jutting against his hip. And then something cold was dribbled down his ass crack and he gasped loudly because it was so cold it almost stung against his overheated flesh. But Blaine's finger returned, slippery and warm, spreading it out and circling lower until it was rubbing over his hole, applying more pressure with every slick swipe.

The soft lips pressed against his warm, sweaty skin again, trailing up from the base of his spine to his neck and then around to his face as Blaine's finger pressed more firmly against him. His breath hitched and he arched back and trying to get the digit to slip inside of him. He needed more.

Blaine chuckled against his lips, "You're so fucking horny."

Before Kurt could come back with a scathing reply Blaine's thick finger slipped inside of him, stretching the ring of muscles as he buried himself up to the knuckle. He cried out, arching back against Blaine's palm at the way it burned and stretched and still managed to feel so good.

Blaine kissed his shoulder softly and kept his finger still, letting Kurt adjust to the sensation.

"Move. Now," he demanded, rocking his hips a little so that Blaine's finger slid out a few centimeters. Blaine followed his movement, sliding his finger all the way out. The aching emptiness was worse than the slight burn from the initial stretch and he arched himself back to get Blaine's finger back inside of him. He slowly pushed back in and Kurt groaned turning his face into the sheets as his toes curled. Blaine's lips returned to his back, sucking and licking as he started to thrust his finger in and out, burying it all the way to the knuckle before drawing it back out at a torturously slow pace.

Every press into him was at a slightly different angle and Kurt knew what Blaine was doing and knew what he was searching for and god, he couldn't wait until Blaine found it. Blaine's finger curved back on the next thrust pressing down inside of him and against the bundle of nerves he'd been searching for.

"Sweet fucking hell." he yelled, thrusting himself back onto Blaine's hand and moaning louder than he thought was even possible.

He heard Blaine groan against his back and as he stilled his finger inside of him, pressing down against the spot and making Kurt's hips buck against the mattress. As Blaine's finger slid out he whined and jerked his hips back to try and keep it inside. A moment later two fingers worked their way in, not even pausing for him to adjust. But he didn't even care, they had brushed against his prostate again and even though it burned a bit as he was stretched wider he could barely feel it over the exquisite pleasure that was coursing through him.

He rocked his hips back spreading his legs wider apart and pressing his knees into the mattress to raise his ass up a few inches so that he could fuck back onto Blaine's fingers. The sheets were cool against the side of his face as Blaine leaned down and captured his lips in a heated kiss. Kurt panted against Blaine's mouth as he rocked himself onto his fingers, feeling his cock drag against the sheets.

"Another." he begged, and Blaine obeyed immediately not even stopping his thrusts this time when he added another finger. This time the burn really did hurt and he cried out sharply at the flare of pain. Blaine's fingers slowed their pace again at his distress but after a moment, even though the stretch still burned, Kurt rocked forward until just Blaine's fingertips were pressed inside of him.

"Don't stop. God, don't stop." he whimpered, sliding back onto the slipper digits, and digging his fingers into the sheets as Blaine started fucking his fingers into him again. He moaned against Blaine's lips as they pressed against his, tongues thrusting lazily together. After a few minutes the burning ache disappeared and he started rocking back harder. Fuck, he still wanted more.

" More. Fuck, give me more, Blaine." And Kurt knew there was only one option for "more", and he knew Blaine knew that, too. The thrusts slowed and became shallower and Kurt growled in frustration and fucked himself back onto Blaine's still hand.

"You're sure?"

Blaine's tone was so concerned, so gentle and patient that if Kurt had truly still had any doubts left they would have been washed them like the ocean tide rolling over something written into the sand.

"Yes, god, please." Kurt panted breathlessly, pushing himself back harder and arching up to get that incredible brush over his prostate, "I need more. I need you."

To emphasize his point, he shifted a bit as Blaine's fingers started to thrust lazily into him again and fumbled with the drawer handle on the nightstand. He moaned as Blaine's fingers brushed his prostate and his hips twitched causing the fingers to crook more against it. Blindly, he dug his hand into the drawer until he found the little box. He grabbed the bottle of lube off of the nightstand where Blaine had left it and slid them across the bed under him, turning his torso just enough to face Blaine better. He pulled one of the condoms out and tried to tear it open but his fingers were shaking too much between his nerves and the ecstasy shooting up his spine and down to his toes as Blaine's fingers moved inside of him.

After a steadying breath he managed to rip the wrapper open under Blaine's dark, hungry gaze. With trembling fingers he rolled it down onto Blaine's thick cock making the other boy moan and buck into his hand. As Blaine pulled his fingers out, Kurt gasped longingly as the empty ache filled him, his muscles clenching around air in their need to be keep being stretched. He pulled the bottle of lube from Kurt's hands and squirted some onto his palm before stroking over his erection and shifting down the bed behind Kurt.

Kurt pulled his lower body up another few inches, keeping his legs spread wide as Blaine rubbed more lube over him. Arching back against the touch he was craving he felt some of it drip down onto his balls and thighs. Then the hard, blunt tip of Blaine's cock slipped over his stretched hole and he rocked back begging Blaine to just fuck him already; to fill him and stretch him and make him scream.

His tip nudged against Kurt's entrance and pressed gently against it for a moment before Blaine sunk in slowly until he was completely buried in Kurt's tight, wet heat. Kurt cried out at the fullness of him, at the burn that was settling around his ass as he tightened his muscles around Blaine's girth.

Above him, Blaine gave a moan of appreciation at the squeeze, his hands rubbing over the curve of his ass as he adjusted to the painful stretch. His chest was heaving as some of the burn started to fade into his haze of pleasure.

"Move," he whispered against the sheets, pressing his forehead against them, "Please, move."

He still wasn't sure if he'd adjusted completely to having Blaine inside of him, but god, he just needed him to move, to press against all the right places inside of him and make the pain fade away as the pleasure rushed through him. Blaine pulled back slowly, his hands gripping tightly onto Kurt's hips, until only the head of his cock was still pressed inside. Kurt whimpered as the terrible empty ache started again but then Blaine snapped his hips forward and buried himself even deeper than before. He could feel Blaine's balls pressing against him as Blaine grinded into him while he was still buried inside of him.

"Fuck, you're so tight, Kurt." he groaned, gasping sharply and shifting his hips just a bit to change the angle.

Kurt moaned deeply at the sudden pressure on his prostate and rocked back against Blaine, urging him to keep going. Blaine took the hint and started thrusting into him, slow but hard enough to jar him up the bed a few more inches. A deep moan was torn from his throat as Blaine's hips started snapping into him, his hip bones slamming against his ass hard enough to bruise as the wet sound of their flesh slapping together echoed around the room. Every thrust knocked the breath out of him as Blaine's cock slide over his prostate. He was gasping and moaning and rocking his hips back hard to meet Blaine's deep thrusts as Blaine slammed forward into him, adding his own loud moans to the symphony.

He knew he wasn't going to last, between the friction of the bed against his cock, the way Blaine's cock was gliding into him so perfectly and his hands were digging into his ass cheeks as he arched up towards Blaine.

"God, you love this, don't you, baby?" Blaine groaned, curling himself over Kurt, who was crying out with the ferocity of Blaine's hips slapping against his ass. He could feel his ass shake as Blaine's hips pounded against him; could feel Blaine's heavy ball sack knock against his own. He could only moan brokenly in response. It felt beyond amazing or incredible or anything Kurt had ever imagined and he just wanted Blaine to keep jerking his hips forward at his fast pace and slamming into his prostate until he was literally howling.

But that wasn't the answer Blaine wanted. One of the hands tugging on his ass cheek, pulled away and then came back down hard as Blaine paused in his thrusts. The sharp sting of the slap made Kurt yelp and arch his ass up as his muscles clenched around Blaine. Holy fuck, why did that feel so good? The sting had sent a ripple of pleasure straight to his hole and around to the length his cock still pinned against the bed. He could already feel the familiar heat coiling through his balls and into the rest of his body.

Blaine moaned loudly, and thrust into him shallowly at the sudden contraction around himself. "Fuck, you like that, too?"

"Yes." Kurt whined, arching himself up, "Don't stop. Just...harder. Fuck me harder. Spank me harder."

The other hand slapped down against his ass as Blaine renewed his thrusts, pressing his palms into the mattress around Kurt's chest for better leverage and pounding down into him as he tightened up from the stinging slap and arched his ass higher against Blaine. He wasn't even rocking back into Blaine's thrusts anymore, just letting Blaine thrust down into his heat as another hand smacked across his cheeks.

This time he yelled in euphoria, Blaine's cock pressing into his prostate as he tightened again and his toes curled. Pleasure was rushing through his limbs, making his fingers dig into the sheets and his spine arch, raising his ass even higher. Every slap and hot drag against his prostate was shooting through him, tangling itself around his cock and coiling in the pulsing heat in his stomach.

"Fuck, Kurt." Blaine moaned, pressing his sweaty forehead against Kurt's back, "I'm close–so close..."

His thrusts quicken as another hand descended against Kurt's ass.

"Blaine!" he shouted, the familiar tightening in his balls and stomach starting, "Fuck, harder!"

Another slap stung against his ass and his whole body tightened, all of his muscles seizing up as the heat snapped and spiraled through him as he came, crying out and tightening around Blaine's cock. He could feel his cock twitching against the bed, feel the wet, sticky heat of his come shooting up over his contracting stomach muscles and dripping onto the sheets below him. The orgasm kept rushing over him, waves of heat growing stronger, making his muscles contract tighter and tighter around Blaine and the edges of his vision fuzzy. With a final hard thrust, Blaine's body tense up as he buries himself fully, his arms giving out as he moaned Kurt's name over and over, his cock throbbing inside of him as he came.

Panting and breathless, Kurt sunk into the creaky mattress as Blaine's sweaty body pressed down on him. They laid like that for a few moments, catching their breath from the incredible rush they'd just shared. Chest still heaving, Blaine raising himself up a bit and pulled his hips back enough to slip out of Kurt. The burning ache from earlier returned as Blaine rolled off of him and he hissed at the uncomfortable swollen feeling between his ass cheeks. Something wet slapped against the trash bin–the condom, he thought–and then Blaine's hand is forcing him to roll on to his back. As his ass took on some of his weight he whined loudly, because even his ass cheeks hurt though he knew that was from the spanking. Jesus fuck, he'd enjoyed those slaps even if his ass was going to throb and twinge for days.

A soft kiss swept across his lips and then Blaine nuzzled his nose against Kurt's, caressing a callused hand soothing along Kurt's side.

"Are you okay?"

The concern more than anything made Kurt's heart start pounding a little faster again. How sweet Blaine was in that moment was something Kurt knew he would never, ever forget. Not even when he was a humpbacked, liver-spotted ninety year old man with the worse case of Alzheimer's would he ever forget the happy sparkle in those hazel-green eyes, or the love swelling in his own heart.

"I'm a thousand light years beyond okay." he said softly, brushing a stray curl off of Blaine's sweaty forehead. And he wanted nothing more than to tell Blaine that he loved him; was completely, irrevocably head over heels in love with him. But he knew he couldn't. He'd rather pretend there was nothing there and still have Blaine than admit what he knew they both felt and risk losing Blaine forever.

He yawned as his eyes lids began to droop, and curled onto his side, feeling Blaine curl up behind him, pressing close as his arm twisted around him. A soft nuzzle against his hair made him hum softly and close his eyes, relaxing back against Blaine's chest as they fell asleep.