A/N: I would just quickly like to say thank-you for the subscribers and the reviews. This is my first attempt at a fanfic and it's nice to know that people like what i'm writing. So i suppose this is going to be a multi chapter thing but they will probably look more like loosely connected one shots, if that makes sense. Hope you enjoy chapter two

Kurt had never been fond of football nor sports in general. He reluctantly admitted to enjoying himself to a certain to degree while playing the role of kicker for two weeks last year but he had always found watching the games on tv incredibly boring. Today, however, he had agreed to join Rachel, Tina, and Mercedes watch the boys play a game of touch in the park. The group of four that made up the cheering brigade was currently sitting on a blanket in the shade flipping aimlessly through gossip magazines while Finn, Puck, Blaine, and Jeff took on Sam, Mike, David, and Nick. Kurt was really glad that his brother and his boyfriend got along so well. He could picture them all sitting around the Hummel dining room table for thanksgiving one November far in the future talking and laughing and reminiscing. Sometimes Kurt thought it was weird that when he thought of his life twenty years from now Blaine was always there. Rachel seemed to have no problem being "in love" with Finn now and then leaving him at the end of next year to pursue her dreams in New York but Kurt could never do that. He was going to go to New York no question but Blaine was coming too. He couldn't imagine being there without him now. Maybe it was a bad thing to feel so attached and be so dependent on another person at such a young age but it wasn't as if being this way slowed him down. If anything, Blaine built Kurt up and although sometimes he didn't believe it, Kurt knew that Blaine needed him just as much. Maybe that was it though, Rachel didn't need Finn. Rachel had girlfriends that she could talk to about anything intimate or about feeling like she wasn't pretty enough. There were plenty of "Finns" in the world too, take Sam or Mike for example. Kurt on the other hand had only ever come across one Blaine. A sweet, charming, intelligent, out and proud boy with the eyes, lips, and hair of a Greek God who understood what Kurt was going through and was more than willing to guide him through it with no alternative agenda. Blaine was his best friend, his boyfriend, his one and only Blaine and Kurt could never let him slip away.

Kurt was also really glad that the New Direction boys had been happy to let some of the Warblers tag along with Blaine. Kurt had never truly bonded with any of the Dalton boys but they were friendly and Kurt liked them. He also realised that these boys were Blaine's backbone just like Rachel and Mercedes were his. Kurt still didn't know the whole story but he did know that Blaine had come to Dalton broken and shattered and the Warblers, especially Nick and Jeff, had picked up the pieces and put him back together. Kurt could not be more thankful for those two because without their kindness he might never have met Blaine and that was a possibility that Kurt didn't like to think about.

Kurt was pulled from his thoughts as the girls all starting giggling and shrieking. He turned in the direction of their gaze to find that the boys had decided to play shirts and skins. Sam, Mike, David, and Nick had all pulled their t-shirts over their heads and were proudly strutting their stuff for the world to see. Kurt didn't know where to look anymore; there were so many shoulders, and pecks, and abs and hip bones and treasure trails right in front of him. He had always found the locker room uncomfortable because his eyes were naturally drawn to the forbidden flesh that he never got to see. He wasn't allowed to look though. That was the reason for separate male and female locker rooms after all; there would be no unwanted looking. Kurt shivered at the memory of being caught looking when he was in middle school. At the time he was just figuring out exactly what was wrong with him and why he was so different and what that all meant. That day he learned that it meant a knee in the groin and public humiliation if he ever acted on those thoughts. If that wasn't overwhelming enough the girls broke into a very detailed discussion about said various body parts on each of the guys.

"Look all you want ladies but just know that those hot Asian abs are mine and he knows it too. As soon as we get alone time that shirt comes right off. I don't even have to ask anymore, he just knows" Tina stated

"Hey I ain't lookin' achore man, I got my own and he is one fine piece of blond, white chocolate" Mercedes replied.

"Wow Mercedes, you've only been dating Sam for like a week" Rachel commented.

"Yeah, I know, and we are taking it slow. We haven't even really made out yet but I can still objectify that body of his. I can't wait to run my hands all over him."

"Mercedes!" Kurt yelped, in shocked disbelief.

"What, don't tell me you don't think about ripping that hobbit of yours' uniform off and just exploring him to your heart's content."

"What? No!"

"Ummmm, I love tracing Mike's abs and hip bone with my fingers, just outlining all the little dips and curves."

"Now usually I refrain from complementing the enemy, you know because just boosting someone's confidence even the slightest could enhance their performance ability, but those Warbler boys are pretty fine too. I mean I love Finn and all but he is lacking in the toned muscle department. I wish he could trade bodies with the cute, African American boy but, you know, still keep the height. I like that has to pick me up for us to be eye level."

Kurt was now absolutely mortified for several reasons. He had always known that Tina and Mike were in a pretty heated relationship so he wasn't surprised by her comments but what did surprise him was Rachel and Mercedes. Rachel was completely disregarding Finn's feelings, nit picking his body because it wasn't as immaculate as the Statue of David...or, well David himself. Then there was Mercedes, who had been dating Sam for a grand total of one week, and already she was imagining running her hands all over him. Kurt had been dating Blaine for four months and the most he had ever fantasized about was instead of Blaine holding his hand while they walked through the halls he would slip his arm around his waist. Or maybe, maybe Blaine's tongue would lick Kurt's lips when they kissed and even the thought of that made Kurt blush. Kurt had always thought that he and Mercedes were on the same level. Before this year neither had been kissed, not counting Britney, neither had ever had boyfriend, not counting the ones that Mercedes had in middle school that lasted a day, neither had been in love. Heck, Mercedes wasn't even in love now. They were on the same playing field, maybe Kurt even had a head start, and yet why did Mercedes have no problem drooling over and dreaming about Sam's body when Kurt got uncomfortable and squirmy just admitting that he was found Blaine attractive.

Kurt suddenly had the need to go for a walk, he just needed to remove himself from the girls' graphic gossip and the boys' sweat glistened chests. It was becoming too much and he just needed to calm down and suppress the oncoming panic attack. As Kurt walked through the park a group of tweens caught his attention. There were five girls and three boys all sitting around in a circle playing go fish. They were all laughing and giggling and telling mildly inappropriate jokes and just doing what twelve year olds do. Two of them stood out to Kurt though as he fondly watched the group of friends converse. The pretty girl with straight, strawberry blond hair, piercing blue eyes, and wearing the pale purple sundress was sitting very close to the handsome boy with black, curly hair, golden, brown eyes, wearing jeans and a navy polo. The two chatted with the group but also seemed to have a conversation of their own going. They would glance, shyly at each other and blush, faintly when their eyes locked. At one point, she whispered something in his ear and his face light up and he started giggling uncontrollably. Their friends started teasing them light heartedly and they blushed even more but went back to innocently flirting with each other. The young pair were adorable and reminded Kurt of himself and Blaine. While the other couples of New Directions would shamelessly make out and hang all over each other when they all got together for parties, Kurt and Blaine would just sit side by side, shoulders touching, and engage all the others while also making their own little inside jokes and stealing their own timid glances. Occasionally, Blaine's hand would drift the rest on Kurt's knee and the butterflies in Kurt's stomach would go crazy and his heart would beat faster. At times like these, Kurt would look over at his boyfriend and see that his cheeks too had gone a little pink.

Maybe that was it though, he and Blaine were like the middle school couple because when it came to development in that area the two boys were behind the pack because they had had to complete an extra step. When Kurt was eleven he wasn't sitting around with friends discussing crushes and things like that. Kurt was hauled up in his room crying, trying desperately to put the pieces together because nothing ever seemed to fit. Kurt never got to innocently flirt with someone, like Mercedes or the adorable girl in the purple dress and boy in the navy polo had because there was never a girl that gave him butterflies and it took him an eternity to realise that it was the boys who did instead. During that eternity the confusion took Kurt through a roller coaster of emotions; he was angry, sad, indifferent, numb, depressed, hopeless, annoyed. He was rarely happy. When eternity had come to an end the situation did not get brighter because now Kurt had to face the fact that he was never going to be allowed to live his life the way he was meant to.

It wasn't until Kurt was sixteen that he felt comfortable enough with the situation to actually pursue a boy. The boy in question was popular, confident, and good looking but what attracted Kurt the most was that the boy was nice to him. He talked to Kurt, not about anything too important or too deep, just about normal stuff like school and glee club, even came to Kurt for advice. He let Kurt talk to him, hang out with him. He didn't run from Kurt like he was contagious, didn't taunt him, didn't hate him. Finn liked Kurt until Kurt pushed the straight boy too far and he snapped. It was a sad fact that at that point in his life Finn had been the closest thing to a Blaine Kurt had ever known. Kurt had clung to Finn because he couldn't see anything better; Finn was it but Finn was only a friend. He and Finn had made amends for their actions and had both moved on but Kurt would always remember that the first boy who he had ever innocently flirted with, the first male friend he had ever really had, had turned around and called him a fag in his own house.

Kurt returned to the girls to find the boys had joined them; the Ohio sun had done them in for a bit. The boys seemed exhausted and seemed to be draping on everyone. Finn had his head resting in Rachel's lap, while she wove her finger through his hair, Mike was leaning against the tree with Tina between his legs leaning on his chest, and Sam was sitting beside Mercedes with his arm resting around her and his head on her shoulder.

"There you are Kurt. I was getting worried."

Blaine smiled at him and patted the ground next to him as Kurt joined the group and sat down beside his boyfriend. A smile broke across Kurt's face as his boyfriend scooted a little closer so that their shoulders touched. The conversation flowed easily and soon the teens were laughing hysterically at some wildly inappropriate joke. Soon Kurt and Blaine had started their own little game of just nudging each other. Kurt liked it. He liked feeling the weight of Blaine's shoulder being pressed into his. He liked that split second when he leaned into Blaine and feeling his boyfriend support his weight. He liked the little smirk that would appear on Blaine's face as a talked amiably with the others that Kurt knew was meant for him. He liked how they would chance a shy glance at each other and both start to blush. He liked that every once in a while Blaine would purposefully push too hard and knock him over. He liked the giggle that escaped Blaine's lips when he did it back. The silly game might not be enough for some couples, Kurt thought as he looked over to where Mike and Tina had long forgotten their friends and were in the mists of a make out session. For him and Blaine though, it was perfect. At the moment Kurt didn't want anything more, he wasn't ready for it because sometimes he had to take a foggy detour while the other kids could just drive straight through. As Blaine slipped his hand tentatively onto Kurt's knee causing the butterflies to awake from their short nap in his stomach, Kurt realised that with Blaine by his side the foggy detour might transform itself into more of the scenic route. Kurt sighed contently as the idea of moving through life with Blaine, at a slow pace, one that they were comfortable with, one that was entirely their own sounded wonderful. There were still going to bumps, concerns that would need to be addressed, but even if he could never picture himself sucking on Blaine's face as Mike was currently doing to Tina or even lying, completely relaxed with his face an inches away from Blaine's crotch as Finn was positioned with Rachel he would get there eventually. They would get there together.

"I love you", Kurt leaned over and shyly whispered in Blaine ear.

A huge grin broke out onto Blaine's face as he turned to stare at Kurt in awe for a moment. Kurt thought he saw water forming on the surface of his boyfriends golden brown eyes. He was mesmerized by the beauty of them momentarily before Blaine leaned towards him kissing him sweetly on the cheek, whispering back

"I love you too."