A/N Hey everyone! My name is RJ Worthington and I'm the author of this fic. This is my first story to EVER publish, so please comment and let me know what you think! I had this idea the other day after watching Sexy and just had to write about it.

Fair warning: this story contains Klaine and fluff and romance and mentions of other more mature themes.

Just in case you wondered: I don't own Glee :)

(Kurt's POV)

Kurt sat in his bed, trying desperately to get information out of the US History textbook and into his brain. He wasn't very successful so far. All he could think about was sex. Not nasty thoughts, mind you, but he had tons of questions. Ever since Blaine had tried to talk to him he hadn't been able to get the subject out of his head. The pamphlets that Kurt's dad had given him hadn't helped much, either. They explained a few things, like the need to wear condoms and get tested and all of that stuff, but they actually left Kurt with a lot more questions than when he had started reading them.

The timing between Blaine trying to talk to him and his dad doing the same seemed a little more than coincidental. Blaine must have talked to dad. But why? Why was Blaine so insistent on getting Kurt to learn about this stuff? Blaine had always been there for him, helping him through suffering the bullying at McKinley and showing him how to adjust to being at Dalton and becoming a Warbler. *sigh* This was probably just another one of those mentoring things.

Kurt was pretty sure that the entire team of Warblers knew his feelings for Blaine by now, considering the fact that he had stopped trying to hold back the lovestruck stares and that he followed Blaine around like a pet. He had been trying nonstop to hint at Blaine that he wanted them to have a relationship - a real, more-than-just-friends relationship - but that wasn't working so far. Sweet Gaga, how was Blaine so clueless?

Blaine. Relationship. Dating. Holding hands. Kissing. Making out. Sex.

Sex. Sex. Sex. Se- Errrgh! Why couldn't he stop thinking about it? He was just so curious. He knew how it worked. With straight people, the guy would put his, um, thing in the girl's other thing and then she would get pregnant if the guy wasn't wearing a condom. How different could it be for two guys? The pamphlet called it "anal intercourse," so one guy must stick it in the other guy's, well... yeah. *shudder* It couldn't be that gross if people did it all the time, but it still seemed weird. And painful. And, to be honest, pointless.

Kurt kept staring at his History book and realized that he had read the same paragraph at least five times and still had no clue what it was talking about. Damn it. He had to figure this out. Could he ask Blaine? It would be really awkward, especially with the guy he was crushing over. But who else could he ask? Not Dad. No. No way. One, he probably didn't know any more than Kurt did, on the gay part anyways, and two, that would be like a billion times more awkward than he could possibly handle, even worse than the little they had already talked about sex.

Blaine it was, then.

Kurt picked up his phone from where it was sitting next to him on the bed and flicked to Blaine's name near the top of his 'Favorites' list. He tapped Blaine's name, bringing the phone to his ear. After a few rings, Blaine's sexy uh, nice voice answered.

"Hello?"
"Hey, Blaine."
"Hey, Kurt! Listen, I'm really sorry if I made you upset earlier. I just thought that, well, that you–"
"No, Blaine, it's fine. You don't need to apologize."

Poor Blaine. He sounded scared and overly apologetic, like he thought that he had somehow offended Kurt and would never be able to talk to him again.

"I've been doing some thinking and I totally overreacted and I was really rude to you yesterday asking you to leave when you were trying to talk to me. Um, if you want - maybe we could hang out?"
"Sure, no problem! What are you doing right now?"
"Ugh, I'm studying for this stupid US History test Griffin is giving us tomorrow. I swear, that woman tries to shove like five chapters down our throats at a time..."

Blaine coughed on the other end of the line while Kurt continued talking.

"...but tomorrow is Friday, so, if you can, maybe you could come over after school and... wait, I just remembered - Dad is leaving tomorrow afternoon to take Finn fishing over the weekend. That's perfect! You can stay over if you want and Dad won't be here to constantly interrupt and make everything so awkward. It'll be like a sleepover!"
"Okay, yeah, I can do that. Are you sure that your dad is ok with me spending the night? He seemed kind of upset last time..."

'It'll be like a sleepover!' Really, Kurt? Really? The filter between Kurt's mind and his mouth was starting to quickly deteriorate - something that happened most of the time when he talked to Blaine - and some of the weird things that his mind came up with to try and cover were just awful. He closed his eyes and mentally slapped himself in the head.

"No, I'll talk to him about it tonight, he'll be fine."
"Ok then. I guess I'll get my stuff together. Anything else, Kurt?"
"No, I just... wanted to say sorry."

Blaine chuckled and it made Kurt swoon.

"No, it's totally fine, Kurt. You shouldn't apologize to me. Hey - I'll see you at school?"
"Yeah. See you then!"
"Bye."
"Bye."

Kurt tapped the button to hang up. Their departing salutations always seemed terribly empty without something along the lines of 'I love you' and 'I love you, too.' *sigh* One day, Kurt Hummell, one day...

Now he just had to talk to Dad. He probably wouldn't go for it at first…

'Hey, Dad! Remember Blaine - the one who slept in my bed with me one night after he got drunk and then later tried to talk to you about me having sex with other boys? Can he spend the night at our house with me while you're out of town?' Yeah - he'll really go for that one. It shouldn't take him too long to convince his father to come to some sort of an agreement, though.

Kurt set his phone back down on the bed next to him and looked back down to a page in his textbook that had far too many itty bitty words and not enough big, colorful pictures. Here I go...

Jefferson sent James Monroe to join Robert Livingston in Paris in 1803 to buy as much land as he could for $10 million. Napoleon decided to sell all of Blaine's hair gel because he wanted the money from the Americans. He also hoped the new land for America would help to thwart the ambitions of the British king in the New World and that Blaine's hair would be more loose and curly and sexy. Robert Livingston along with James Monroe negotiated in Paris for the Louisiana land area. They signed a treaty on April 30, 1803 ceding Louisiana to the United States for $15 million, which was close to the annual tuition at Dalton, resulting in America gaining 820,000 square miles at 3 cents per acre and effectively doubling the size of the country, as well as making the Hummel-Hudson's near broke. Jefferson sent his personal secretary, Meriwether Lewis, and William Clark to explore the northern part of the Louisiana Purchase and have lots of gay sex together...

A/N Ok, hope you guys enjoyed what little I have so far! I've really enjoyed writing this and have already come up with so much stuff I want to put in the plot. School is school, like always, but I promise that I'll try to find time to write and update soon. I'll try to make my next chapter(s) longer, too. Please comment! Constructive criticism is always accepted and appreciated. Make sure to check out my author page for more info. Thanks and lots of hugs!

-RJW