Not much to say about this, other than sorry it's been kind of a big gap between this chapter and the last. I've been busy with work and HARREH POTTAH etc, so yeah. I hope you enjoy this! It is as follows: quasi-smut, angst, jealousy~, sickeningly sweet fluff (seriously, you might want to keep a toothbrush handy if I do say so myself), more smut aaaand...I think that's it. Enjoy!


The next day, while Finn was hanging out with Puck and Burt and Carole were at work, the boys found themselves in a level of very deep entanglement on Kurt's bed.

It had all started when they had been watching a movie; a quarter of the way through, Blaine had stretched his arm around Kurt and very delicately began grazing his arm with the edges of his fingernails, raising goosebumps on Kurt's arm. Then he'd moved closer and closer, finally right next to Kurt's ear, and begun whispering what could only be described as sweet nothings in Kurt's ear, and holy hell Kurt was suddenly feeling very warm and well...that's how they'd gotten here, shirtless and horizontal on the bed, the laptop closed and forgotten on the floor while the boys gasped and moaned and touched and kissed.

Blaine was on top, pressing his body into Kurt's and in turn pressing Kurt into the mattress. He bent his knees so he was straddling Kurt and kneeling on the bed, grinding their hips together and making Kurt arch his back. Blaine laughed, knocking their teeth together and causing Kurt to grab his face in desperation.

"Mm, Blaine..." Kurt moaned as Blaine unbuttoned his pants (coincidentally, the shorts he had 'borrowed' so long ago and never returned) and rolled them down. "Oh..."

"Yes?" Blaine said between kisses, moving to unbutton his own pants and stretching out again.

"This...this is so...so good," Kurt panted, sliding his hands around to Blaine's back, memorizing the lines and planes. Blaine laughed again.

"Do not laugh at meeee," Kurt whined, making Blaine laugh yet again.

"You're cute, is all," he growled, nipping Kurt's earlobe and making the boy below him shudder.

"Hold on," Kurt gasped, squirming beneath Blaine to take off his pants.

"I like the way you think," Blaine said, standing up and kicking off his own pants before lowering himself back down onto Kurt's body.

Kurt moaned again, rolling his hips upwards into Blaine's, who ground back down with equal force. Kurt, whose hands were on Blaine's naked chest, curled his fingers and toes, arching his back, wanting more, more, so much more.

"Guh-Blaine," Kurt gasped, bucking upwards and fisting his hands into Blaine's now-unruly hair. Blaine responded by grinding his hips into Kurt's even harder, and sucking Kurt's lower lip into his mouth, and hot damn did Blaine have a talented mouth. Kurt tightened his grip in his boyfriend's hair as Blaine danced his teeth and tongue around his lip.

It didn't take much-the friction was really all they needed before they were both coming in their underwear like a couple of preteen boys; but it didn't matter much, because Kurt would never get enough of this Blaine-induced high.

"I can't believe that just happened," Kurt panted several minutes later.

"What, that it feels like we just had mind-blowing sex without taking our clothes off, or that we both came our pants like thirteen-year-olds?"

"Both," Kurt said, and Blaine nuzzled his hair. "It was fun though."

A few minutes of silence passed, just the sound of their breathing filling the warm air.

"Well, I guess we should get cleaned up..." Kurt said, gently nudging his sweaty boyfriend off of him. "Shower time!"

Blaine sat up, a mischievous look in his eye.

"I don't think so, mister," Kurt said, catching on and laughing as he pulled fresh clothes out of his bureau. "As much as you would like to think that I'm a cock slut, I have some dignity."

"What ever you say, babe," Blaine said, not losing his smug look, which Kurt pretended to ignore as he lead the way into the bathroom.

The boys stripped off their stained underwear and tossed them into the corner; Blaine leaned naked against the door as Kurt adjusted the taps, acutely aware of Blaine's eyes on him.

Once the water was of the appropriate temperature-practically scalding, just how Kurt liked it-Kurt stood back to let his boyfriend enter the stall first. Blaine stepped forward graciously, brushing the back of his hand along Kurt's jaw as he stepped over the porcelain edge under the spray.

"Jesus, Kurt," Blaine said as soon as the water hit him.

"What?" Kurt said innocently, joining him behind the curtain. "I like it hot."

Blaine waggled his eyebrows suggestively and Kurt rolled his eyes. "Hand me the shampoo, please." Blaine did so and watched intently as his boyfriend lathered up his hands and massaged them across his scalp. It was absolutely mesmerizing; Kurt had his eyes closed, working his hands evenly back and forth through his chestnut hair. After a moment, he opened one eye self-consciously. "What?"

Blaine realized he had been watching with his mouth slightly open. "Um...you're good at that, is all," he said sheepishly, and Kurt laughed.

"At washing my hair?"

Blaine nodded earnestly. "Will you wash mine?"

Kurt looked slightly surprised. "Yeah, sure," he said, stepping between Blaine and the wall to get under the water. "Let me rinse, and then...yeah."

Blaine stepped aside, holding the shampoo bottle and watching Kurt eagerly. The entire time, Kurt was giving him a you're-so-strange look, but Blaine didn't care. This was exciting.

"You are so bizarre," Kurt said, watching as Blaine thrust the bottle of strawberry-scented gel at him and turned around, his hands now clasped as if in prayer. When Blaine responded with only an excited wiggle, Kurt shrugged and squirted a dollop of shampoo into his palm, setting the bottle back on the shelf. He rubbed his hands together and slowly worked them into Blaine's hair, making his boyfriend go weak at the knees and clutch the wall for support.

"Blaine, I'm not going to do this for you if you're going to act this way," Kurt said, pulling his hands away in fake irritation.

"But it feels so good!"

Kurt rolled is eyes again and started massaging his fingers through Blaine's curly hair.

"You should be a hair stylist or something," Blaine slurred a moment later.

"Ha! That's way too stereotypical," Kurt said, pulling his hands away and turning to rinse them.

"And becoming a fashion designer isn't?"

"You make a fair point," Kurt said, gripping Blaine's shoulder and pulling him under the water. "Now let me rinse you."


The next day, the sun was blinding as Kurt waltzed into Blaine's apartment building to pick him up for their lunch date. He patiently waited for the elevator, tapping his foot to the tacky jazz music that was playing once he was inside.

He got out at the appropriate floor, walked down the hall to Blaine's apartment...and froze, fist hovering above the door.

There were angry shouts coming from inside; Blaine and his mother were clearly in a heated discussion.

"...and I just don't think it's appropriate for you to have him in your room with the door closed!" Barbra was saying.

"What difference does it make, you weren't even home!" Blaine retorted.

"Then maybe he shouldn't come over at all when I'm not here!"

"What do you have against us? I thought you liked Kurt! Don't you trust me?"

"Of course I trust you!"

"Then what? Does if make you uncomfortable?"

"Frankly, yes! I just don't think it's appropriate for you to have a boy in your room-"

"What?" Blaine interrupted, his voice falling dangerously low, so that Kurt had to press his ear right against the door to hear. "What did you say?"

Silence.

Then, Ms. Anderson spoke very slowly: "You're just...you're so young, Blaine, I don't think you're really thinking about what you want.."

"Great. That's fantastic, Mom," Blaine said, and Kurt could practically hear him shaking. "I thought that once it was just you and me, maybe you would accept me for who I am, or at least understand enough to know that I know what I want." Blaine stopped speaking, and Kurt could hear footsteps. "I know what I want, Mom. I want Kurt, and that's it. That all I want, he's all I'll ever want. I love Kurt, Mom, and nothing you say is going to change that. I moved back in here because I thought you were okay with-"

"I am, Blaine! I don't care that you...that you're..."

"See?" Blaine shouted, and Kurt stepped back from the door. "You can't even say it!" Kurt heard him storming towards the door and took a few stumbling steps back.

"Where are you going? Dammit, Blaine!" Ms. Anderson shouted, and Kurt heard the sound of something breaking-a plate, maybe?

The door flew open, and there stood Blaine, red in the face and practically steaming. His fists were balled up at his sides and his flip-flops were on the wrong feet. Kurt could see Ms. Anderson's equally agitated face over his shoulder before he slammed the door shut and looked up.

His face fell immediately, his angry expression quickly being replaced by one of shame.

Neither of the boys said nothing for a moment as Blaine hung his head, his hand still on the doorknob.

"How much of that did you hear?" he said in a low voice, without looking up.

"Um..." Kurt said, but before he could properly answer, Blaine's head snapped up, his hazel eyes swimming with tears.

It absolutely broke Kurt's heart to see him this way; they'd come so far, made such progress, only to have it ripped away in a second. Without saying a word, Kurt opened his arms and Blaine stumbled forward, sobbing into Kurt's chest, his shoulders heaving. After only a few seconds of this, though, a door opened at the end of the hallway and a family began spilling out.

Blaine immediately stepped away from Kurt, wiping his face on his sleeve. "Let's just go," he said in a tear-ragged voice, and Kurt nodded.

They walked to the elevator in silence. The rode down in silence. They got in Kurt's car in silence. They drove in silence. They drove until they had passed the restaurant they had been planning on, they drove past the Lima Bean, past all the cafes and bistros on the mainstream. They drove until the reached the park, which, surprisingly, was abandoned.

Kurt reached forward to turn the key in the ignition, and they sat there for a while, completely silent. The windows were down, and there was a pleasant breeze playing across their faces; the only noise being the gentle rumble of thunder in the distance.

Kurt leaned his head against his seat, staring absently out the window until Blaine was ready to talk. After about five minutes, he heard the quietest of sniffs. He turned his head slowly to see Blaine with his face buried in his hands, his thin body wracked with the sobs he was trying so hard to hide from Kurt.

"Baby," Kurt said, reaching across to unbuckle Blaine's seatbelt and tugging him gently across the console to cradle him to his chest. "Blaine, baby, it's okay. It's okay." He rubbed Blaine's back in crazy circles, cooing and sh-ing, which seemed to finally convince Blaine that it was okay to cry. He tossed his arms around Kurt's neck, burying his face in Kurt's shoulder and...sobbed. Kurt just held him, nuzzling his hair as he tried to contain his own tears from the ache in his chest for Blaine.

"I j-just don't underst-stand," Blaine gasped, his breath hot against Kurt's neck. "I d-don't know what I c-c-can d-do to pl-please her! I th-thought she was d-different and...and she's not!"

Kurt remained silent because he didn't know what to say. What could he say? Of course, he wanted to say all the horrible things that Ms. Anderson was-but he knew that wasn't what Blaine needed. Blaine needed to be held, to be comforted. He needed to hear that everything was okay and he needed to know that it would be okay.

"It's just...it's a lot for her to handle," Kurt said soothingly, tracing I love you over and over on Blaine's back without really thinking. "She went from no contact with you to having to deal with both of us on a regular basis."

"That's the thing though, Kurt," Blaine gasped. "She shouldn't have to deal with us. She should accept us, Kurt!"

"She'll come around, Blaine," was all Kurt could say. "We just need to give her time. And maybe...tone it down a little around her."

"I don't want to have to hide myself in my own home," Blaine said sadly, his face still pressed into Kurt's shoulder.

"Well...there's always my house," Kurt said, and at this Blaine looked up to give him a watery smile.

"I love you," he said, and Kurt smiled back.

"I love you too."


A few hours later, after a pizza (for Blaine) and whole wheat pasta (for Kurt) dinner, the boys had decided to go out for ice cream.

"We can go to Get the Scoop," Blaine said excitedly, tugging Kurt's hand away from the restaurant after dinner.

Kurt laughed at his boyfriend's childlike enthusiasm, a pleasant contrast from the heartbreaking scene at the park, and allowed himself to be tugged along the sidewalk.

As Blaine pulled open the heavy glass door emblazoned with two smiling ice cream cones, Kurt was hit in the face with a gust of freezing, chocolate-vanilla-strawberry-minty ice cream scented air so powerful he almost stumbled back-but Blaine was hell bent on that ice cream, and pulled him forward into the crowded shop.

There was already quite the line; mostly chlorine-scented families with kids in water-soaked t-shirts and duck floaties on their arms, fresh from a day at the pool. Kurt and Blaine took their place at the end, content to wait.

Fifteen minutes later, they stepped up to the counter, and the frazzled-looking girl serving them instantly perked up at the sight of Blaine.

"Blaine! Hi!" she said in a chipper voice, completely ignoring Kurt.

"Hi Becky," he said with a smile, and gestured to Kurt. "This is Kurt."

"Nice to meet you," she said in a stale tone, shooting Kurt a fake smile and a second-long glance. "So what can I get you?" she said to Blaine, once again adopting a dazzling smile.

Kurt spent the time it took Blaine to order his triple banana split sundae-honestly, the way that boy ate sometimes-to give Becky a thorough examination.

She had brown hair, stick-straight by the looks of it, but at the moment it was in a high ponytail, so it was hard to be certain. Her bangs were blunt and straight across, with a stupid little split in the middle. Her teeth were perfectly white and straight, but her eyes were boring and brown, like mud.

She was cute, at best, but Kurt couldn't help feeling something hot and deep in his stomach.

"Becky seems nice," Kurt lied, once they were seated on the wooden deck outside the parlor.

"She is," Blaine said, not catching on as he dug into his ice cream. He sat with one hand on the table, using the other to shovel the stuff into his mouth. Self-consciously, Kurt leaned across the table and grabbed his free hand, and Blaine looked up and grinned.


For the next couple of days, the boys tried to spend as much time away from Blaine's house as possible. They would meet or pick each other up in the morning, and return home minutes before curfew, sometimes breaking it or not going home at all, just spending all night tangled up in each other at Kurt's house.

A week later, bored with coffee, bored with movies, and bored of Kurt's house, they found themselves on their favorite hill at the park, laying side by side on Blaine's picnic blanket-which he always kept handy in the back of his car-and staring at the starry sky. Blaine was telling a very funny story about how last time he had visited the beach at Ocean City, his father had attempted using a jet ski for the first time.

"Have you ever tried jet-skiing before?" Blaine asked when he was finished, looking over at Kurt and gripping his hand.

Kurt shook his head, tracing constellations in the sky with his eyes. "I've never even been to the beach before."

Blaine sat up, appalled. "What! You've never...how did I not know this?"

Kurt shrugged, finally looking over at him. "I don't know...it just never came up."

"Well...you'll go some day," Blaine said, moving to lay back down.

"Maybe you should take me," Kurt said, only half-joking.

"Huh...maybe I will..." Blaine said thoughtfully, too quiet for Kurt to hear.


And then, all of a sudden, Blaine got busy, like, really busy with work, so Kurt took the time to hang out with Finn, and his parents. After a week and a half of not seeing Blaine-only texting and late-night phone calls-he was getting antsy.

Several times Kurt asked to come and visit Blaine, and each time he was turned down. Kurt tried to hide his hurt as best he could, but either he was really bad at it or Blaine just knew him really well, and Blaine caught on immediately, so he vowed to do whatever Kurt wanted as soon as he had a day off.

One Saturday in late July, Kurt came up with the perfect plan. He woke up early and went out to get supplies, returned home, and waited.

About ten AM, Blaine knocked on the door. Kurt pulled it open enthusiastically and tugged Blaine into the empty-except-for-them house.

"You can stay the night, right?" Kurt asked, taking the bag slung over Blaine's shoulder as a yes. He took the bag from him and tossed it on the floor, slid his thumbs through Blaine's belt loops, and gave him a swift kiss, all before Blaine could even open his mouth.

"And hello to you too," Blaine said, slightly surprised as he pulled Kurt closer and moved to kiss him again.

"No no, time for that later," Kurt said, twisting away from Blaine. "We have work to do!"

"Work?" Blaine groaned. "I've been working all week! I missed you!"

"And we will have plenty of time to get reacquainted later," Kurt said with a wink. "Finn's out for the night and Burt and Carole are having date night. So we'll be on our own for a while."

And the way Kurt said that, so...tempting and sultry (where had he learned that?) made Blaine's mouth fall open a little, which Kurt ignored as he lead him through the house...and back outside.

"Why are we outside?" Blaine said, shielding his eyes from the sun.

"Because!" Kurt said, gesturing to a slightly elevated area of the yard that was bordered in miniature white fence posts. "We're making a garden!"

"A...garden?" Blaine repeated. He'd never really taken Kurt for the outdoorsy gardening type, but the idea of Kurt in a floppy sunhat and overalls was suddenly very hysterical.

"You had better not be picturing me in overalls," Kurt said suspiciously.

Evidently Blaine had not been doing a very good job hiding his grin, so he shook his head innocently.

In any case, Kurt was not dressed in overalls-he was wearing a very nice blue t-shirt that really complimented his sparkling eyes and shorts.

Yeah, this was good too.

"Okay, lover boy," Kurt said, striding back over to Blaine and pulling him over to the garden. "Time to stop ogling and get to work!" He lead Blaine to the garden area and handed him a small spade, then turned to sort through the seeds.

"Uh...what do I do?" Blaine said awkwardly, hovering over the garden.

"Well, you could start by getting on your knees," Kurt said, glancing over his shoulder.

"If you insist," Blaine said with a devilish grin, which made Kurt turn pink.

"That's...I...not what I meant," Kurt stuttered, and Blaine shook his head.

"What ever you say."

"Shut up!" Kurt said, blushing deeper and dropping to his knees beside Blaine. "Now I figured we'd start with some petunias for our...love garden," he mumbled, and Blaine burst into laughter.

"Our love garden?"

"Yeah, our love garden," Kurt said, turning red again. "I thought it was cute."

"No, I love it!" Blaine said, slinging an arm around his boyfriend and kissing his cheek. "It's adorable, just like you."

Kurt grinned, and handed him a packet of seeds.


They worked outside for much of the day, taking a few quick breaks here and there to get some water. Honestly, though, Blaine wasn't paying much attention to the heat or the gardening; he was stuck on Kurt, stuck on examining his profile and his gorgeous eyes, and his cute little nose and the way it wrinkled when he scrubbed the dirt from under his fingernails, and the way his mouth moved so beautifully when he was talking or singing, and his perfect hands that fearlessly dove into the dirt and arranged the plants and seeds carefully, like it was an art, and the line of his jaw and the curve of his marvelous shoulders, and the leanness of his body that he didn't give himself credit for, and his knees and calves and ankles and feet and the way they curved against the grass and just...Kurt.

God, he was so in love. Over the moon.

It was probably then, Blaine would think later in life, that he realized just how much Kurt Hummel meant to him. He was...he was perfect. And even when he wasn't, Blaine loved him anyway. And it didn't matter what his parents thought, or what anyone thought, really, because Blaine was so in love with this boy, and he knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life, the rest of forever with him.

He just needed to ask.

But of course, that was crazy. They hadn't even graduated high school yet, and what if Kurt wasn't as certain as he was?

Blaine glanced at Kurt from the corner of his eye; Kurt was whistling as he carefully read the package of begonia seeds.

He was so perfect it hurt.

It wasn't as if Blaine needed to propose, though. What if he got a promise ring? People still did that, right?

The question was, though, would Kurt like it? What if he said no?

The mere thought, as fleeting as it was, terrified Blaine beyond all reason.

But, um, now wasn't really a good time, because Kurt was suddenly standing over him, offering a hand.

"Blaine? Earth to boyfriend," Kurt laughed, wiggling his fingers. Blaine laughed in response and took Kurt's hand, allowing himself to be pulled to his feet.

"C'mon," Kurt said, "I'm starved. Let's order take-out for dinner."

Blaine grinned and rubbed his stomach with his free hand, pushing the premature anxiety from his mind.


A few minutes later, Kurt had Blaine pushed up against the shower wall, one leg hooked over his hip as he swirled his tongue around Blaine's mouth. Blaine moaned, his hands roving over Kurt's back and sliding down to cup his ass, which made Kurt thrust his hips forward into Blaine's pelvis, eliciting strangled gasps and moans from the both of them.

Blaine's eyes were closed as he tried sucking Kurt's lower lip into his mouth, but suddenly Kurt's mouth was gone, and he was sliding down, down to a place he'd never been before, and oh, okay, this was really happening. He looked down at Kurt in a mixture of awe and disbelief, and Kurt looked right back, a slight smirk playing on his lips. That is, before they opened and he took Blaine's entire length into his mouth.

And well, yeah, Kurt was kind of really good at this.

Kurt was bracing himself on Blaine's thighs, and while it helped, Blaine still had to exercise a lot of control to keep from slamming himself into Kurt's mouth; but Kurt was doing a pretty good job of doing that himself: bobbing his head at the perfect rhythm so that Blaine could actually feel himself hit the back of Kurt's throat and oh-Kurt had obviously been paying attention because now he was humming and using one hand to cup Blaine's balls and oh good lord, it was coming, he could feel it. Kurt's cheeks were actually concave by this point, and Blaine was whining, his hands scrabbling for purchase against the slick wall as his knees grew weak-luckily, Kurt was supporting him somehow-and then Blaine was on the edge.

"Kurt," he gasped, "Kurt, I'm-" he couldn't manage to get the rest out before it happened, but Kurt had seemed to understand and kept moving his head. Even though he had expected it, evidently he had, um, not been prepared for the amount-it dribbled out of the corner of his mouth, and he swallowed what he could as he let Blaine fall from his mouth and Blaine slid down the wall.

Kurt kneeled in front of him, grinning as he wiped the corner of his mouth and leaned over Blaine to kiss him.

It was a strange feeling, tasting himself in Kurt's mouth, but a good one. And it filled Blaine with enough energy to pull himself to stand on his knees. "Stand up," he told Kurt, who complied immediately.

He kissed each of Kurt's perfectly pale thighs before moving in-he'd just taken Kurt's tip in his mouth when-ding dong.

"Shit," Kurt said, his head snapping up. "I forgot about the food!"

Damn those speedy Chinese! Blaine thought. He hesitated, then grinned mischieviously up at Kurt and continuing on with the job.

"Blaine, what are you doing?" Kurt said, already losing focus. "The food guy-"

"Let him wait, " Blaine said, pulling his mouth away. "This won't take long."

"Confident, are we?" And for good reason-Blaine had been sucking his cock for about half a second and Kurt was already coming undone.

The bell had only rung one more time before Kurt was finished, coming into Blaine's mouth and Blaine taking it. He kissed Kurt's abdomen, helped him to sit on the shower floor and said "Be right back." He stepped out of the shower curtain, threw on some shorts, and raced to the door, setting the food on the counter and returning to the bathroom in less than two minutes.

"Okay," Kurt panted as Blaine pulled aside the curtain and grinned down at him. "You're really good at that."

"You're not so bad yourself," Blaine said, raking his eyes down Kurt's body in such a way that he almost got hard again. "So, food, or real shower first?"

"Food, I suppose," Kurt said, holding out a hand so Blaine could help him up. He twisted the water off. "I think the water got us clean enough."


Later that night, after food and showers, Kurt and Blaine were sitting on Kurt's sofa, eating ice cream and watching a movie. Blaine leaned against Kurt, his head on his shoulder, their legs out in front of them. Kurt was watching the movie, but Blaine was mesmerized by their feet; Kurt's small and slender, Blaine's a tad longer and wider. He hooked his pinky toe around Kurt's and giggled.

"What are you doing?" Kurt said, looking down at their feet with a laugh.

"We're holding toes," Blaine laughed, and Kurt pressed his cheek to Blaine's hair.

"I love you so much."

Before long, the boys fell asleep that way; bowls abandoned, fingers and toes entwined. An hour or so later, Burt and Carole came home. Burt found them on the sofa, sound asleep and so content, and smiled. He tossed a blanket over them and shut the light off.