McKinley High's New Directions were sitting around the dark Hummel-Hudson living room, debating over which movie to watch first, when they heard a slam against the front door. They looked at each other, going quiet as the girls huddled closer together, whilst the boys narrowed their eyes and glance around suspiciously.

"Kurt," came a deep moan from outside.

Finn's eyes popped open. Kurt didn't have a boyfriend, did he? He hadn't mentioned anyone to Finn, in fact, he hadn't talked about Dalton a lot at all. He looked at Mercedes with questioning eyes. Did she know about this? About who Kurt was with at this very moment. Surely Kurt had told her.

But Mercedes was simply staring at him, confusion flowing through her deep, chocolate brown eyes.

"Blaine," Kurt moaned back, "I can't concentrate when you're doing that to my neck."

Blaine? Who the hell was Blaine? And what was he doing with my brother, Finn thought. He crawled towards the middle of the group.

"What should we do?" He whispered quietly to his friends, "has Kurt told any of you about a Blaine?"

They shook their head in response, and Quinn opened her mouth to answer Finn's first question, when the rattling of keys in the front door interrupted her.

**

"Are you sure no one's home?" Blaine asked into Kurt's neck, his warm breath sending shivers down Kurt's spine, as he attempted to unlock the door.

"Dad and Carol are out for the weekend, and Finn's at some New Directions gathering," came the hushed reply.

Blaine's smile grew at this. Sure they weren't going to do anything… they'd only been together for a month, and had mutually agreed to take it slow. But that didn't mean that Blaine couldn't rejoice at having Kurt all to himself for an entire night.

"Why haven't we told anybody yet?" the shorter boy questioned as the door swung open.

"We will soon, I promise. But even though they understand, and embrace the fact that I'm gay, having a boyfriend makes it more real, and I'm scared of their reactions," was Kurt's reply, as he pulled Blaine through the door, kicking it shut and slamming Blaine against it.

Blaine just hummed in response, unable to form coherent thoughts with Kurt's tongue assaulting his neck.

Blaine flipped them around, pushing up against his boyfriend as he sucked on the sensitive point beneath Kurt's ear.

**

The room was filled with an awkward tension as the New Directions listened to their former teammate get hot and heavy with a stranger.

"Wanky wanky," Santana muttered as they heard a thud against a wall.

"We need to make our presence known," Rachel said, looking uneasy at the thought of interrupting the two.

"Yeah, and how exactly do you propose we do that, Berry?" Puck questioned.

"I don't know Noah! Just make some noise or something!" came her hushed reply.

Puckerman narrowed his eyes at her, not liking the attitude coming from his hot, Jewish friend, but nodded in agreement, "Finn, make some noise."

"What? Why me? That my brother out there! I don't want to be the one to interrupt!"

"Dude, just do-" Puck started to whisper, before another slam interrupted him, and the lights flicked on.

**

"Let's go to the couch," Kurt whispered.

His hoarse voice did something to Blaine, and all thoughts of going slow were expelled from his mind. His pupils dilated with lust, as Kurt grabbed him by the tie and lead him through the dark, towards what he could only assume was the living room.

Kurt pushed him against the wall again; lips connected to Blaine's, tongues exploring the familiar yet exciting mouth of the other. Blaine's elbow hit a light switch, but both boys had their eyes closed, and failed to hear the collective intake of breath, as their tongues battled for dominance.

Only when Kurt pulled away and resumed his assault on his boyfriend's neck did Blaine open his eyes, to see the twelve faces staring at them, eyes wide with confusion and horror.

Blaine's eyes widened in shock, "Kurt!" he squeaked, as he pushed his boyfriend away gently.

"What Blaine?" Kurt whined, annoyed by the interruption. He looked down at the shorter boy, only to see him staring over his shoulder.

Kurt turned slowly, and came face to face with his former glee club. His cheeks turned as red as cherries, and the room was filled with and awkward silence. Both boys had flushed cheeks and swollen lips, as well as necks covered in fully formed, and forming hickeys.

His old club took in their appearance with scrutinising eyes.

After a few moments, when no one had said anything, Blaine mustered up some courage, took a deep, calming breath, and stepped forwards, intertwining his hand with Kurt's, "hi, I'm Blaine Anderson," he said with a charming smile.

Finn narrowed his eyes, and stood up slowly.

"Kurt, may I speak with you in private for a minute please?"

"Ummm, sure. Blaine I'll be right back," he said, squeezing Blaine's hand when he saw his eyes open in panic.

"But what if they murder me?" he whispered desperately into Kurt's ear.

Kurt just squeezed his hand again, letting out a short laugh, before turning on his heel and leading Finn out of the room.

Blaine watched him go with sad eyes, before slowly turning back towards the group of teens, who were still huddled together on the living room floor.

They were all staring at him, eyes slightly narrowed as they took in his flushed appearance. Blaine rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, words had escaped him, and the boy who was always so put together could think of nothing to say that would break the tension.

"So are you gay or bisexual?" Santana questioned, grinning suggestively.

Blaine shuffled awkwardly, "gay, and I have a boyfriend."

At that moment Kurt re-enter the room, followed by his oaf of a brother, who returned to the group sitting on the floor.

He pranced happily back to Blaine's side, linking their hands together once again.

"Guys, this is Blaine, my boyfriend," Kurt said, smiling proudly. Blaine smiled back, and the two stared at each other for a sickeningly long amount of time, with the inhabitants of the room observing.

Finn was happy for his brother, and could tell from the way that Kurt and Blaine were looking at each other, that both boys had mutual feelings of complete and utter adoration, and dare he say, love, for each other. As long as Kurt was happy, and trusted Blaine, Finn would be happy, and have faith in his brothers judge of character.

He turned towards the group, and nodded at them, smiling. They instantly relaxed, accepting Finns approval of the short, curly haired Blaine, also understanding that they would have time to interrogate Kurt, and threaten Blaine later.

"Kurt, Blaine," Finn said, shooting a small smile at the later boy, who returned it timidly, "we were about to watch Zoolander, care to join us?"

Kurt wanted to, he did, and he'd missed his friends more than they could ever imagine, but tonight he wanted to spend time with Blaine. His parents were out, and he knew he had enough dirt on Finn, as well as the rest of New Directions, to ensure that not a word would be spoken of the events of the night.

"No thanks Finn, it was nice seeing you all again," Kurt began, "but we're gonna go up to my room now, and uhhhh,"

"Study," Blaine piped in.

"Yeah, we're gonna go study."

"Really?" Santana questioned, eyebrow raised suspiciously, "whatcha studying."

"Biology, we have a test on the human anatomy on Tuesday," Blaine answered.

"Well you don't have any books with you."

Kurt was lost for words, unfortunately, his dapper boyfriend seemed to have full use of the English language, and he grinned at Kurt. Kurt knew that smile. It was Blaine's 'I'm about to embarrass you but you'll love me anyway' smile. He turned, hurrying to get Blaine away from the group, and away from any chance of possible embarrassment.

"It's a practical exam," Blaine said suggestively, as Kurt pulled him up the stairs.

Finn's mouth dropped open, "keep the door open! Use protection!" he yelled as the boys scuttled away.

"What's this about protection?" came Burt's voice from the hallway.