Author's Note: Get ready for some sexual content, everyone. It's a long chapter, but I felt like it needed to be. Feel free to tell me what you guys like and don't like about everything, you've been awfully silent. Enjoy.

Blaine stayed home from school the next day. He didn't know what to say to Kurt, so he decided it would be best to just not see him at all. Since it was Friday, he got a three day weekend. But it was three days of torturing himself, sitting in his room thinking endlessly about the way Kurt's lips felt.

Every time he thought about Kurt his pulse raced. No one else, not even Austin, had affected him like this. When Blaine had thought about Austin, he thought about holding his hand, exchanging sweet kisses. When he thought about Kurt, he thought about Kurt's pale, smooth skin, and wondered how Kurt would look underneath those thin, soft shirts he was fond of wearing.

Thinking about Kurt set his skin on fire. He used to not get all the talk about sex but now he was pretty sure he understood the allure. So yes, he had come to terms that he was attracted to Kurt. But did he really want to go further? What do two boys do to each other anyways? The mere question left Blaine ashamedly hard in his jeans.

…

Meanwhile, at McKinley, Kurt was out of his mind. He had practiced all night what he would say. Planned out every movement, from trapping Blaine at his locker at the beginning of school, to the exit strategy, which of course depended on what Blaine had to say. If the result was negative, Kurt practiced his bitch face and the perfect storm-off. If it was positive, well…his heart pounded at the thought. Kurt had planned at least four speeches, went over and over the words in his head all night while he was chasing sleep.

You could imagine his frustration the next day when there was no curly-haired country bumpkin to be found. Kurt waited at his locker up until a minute before the bell. Was Blaine avoiding him? He hadn't even planned for this scenario. Kurt breezed by the rest of the day, not even pretending to be interested in class. There was a constant, hollow ache in his stomach. Even at Glee Club, Kurt stayed back, only giving weak smiles and letting Rachel run the show.

If he didn't care so much about the state of his hair he would tear it out.

What did that hick think he was doing? What made him think he had the right to toy with Kurt like this? Not even showing up to school, not even braving facing Kurt. He muttered to himself all of the walk home and continued to go over what he would have said, also adding in the appropriate information if he were to suddenly run into Blaine on the street.

While Blaine sat and went crazy in his room, Kurt chose a different way to chew away the hours. He went shopping, but found no joy in the act as he usually did. He blindly picked through clothing, bought a few pairs of jeans that reminded him of Blaine. The anger was ebbing away, giving way to sadness and emptiness. He almost broke into tears when he passed by a shoe store with cowboy boots on display.

Get it together, Hummel. But, clearly not enjoying himself, he gave up and went home.

….

When Monday rolled around both boys awoke with a knot in their stomach. Blaine had no idea what he was going to say to Kurt because though he had been thinking for seventy-two hours straight, he still had no idea what he was doing. He was attracted to Kurt, but what was he going to do? Start walking around, holding his hand, calling him pet names? Do boyfriends do things like that? Boyfriends. The word hit Blaine like a brick. Whatever was going on, he was not ready for that.

But he didn't want to let go of Kurt, because though his feelings might be wrong, Kurt was the only thing that stuck in his mind. If he lost Kurt, he would go crazy. Just these few days without him had driven him insane. He knew he wanted Kurt. He also knew he wasn't ready. He was torn.

Kurt changed his outfit eight times, as opposed to the regular three, that morning. He coiffed his hair over and over. He couldn't stop fiddling. He had rethought the whole tirade idea. Maybe he should just go straight begging. He would do it. He would get down on his knees and beg Blaine to kiss him again and show him how it felt. He wouldn't be able to deny that kissing each other was what they had been made for. Kurt wanted to attach his lips to Blaine's for the rest of his life.

But the strange look and the hurried exit of their last encounter left a giant pit in his stomach. He wasn't brave enough to face that look again. He wasn't strong enough to watch Blaine walk away, either. How was it that some random boy from the middle of nowhere showed up and shook this town? A simple guy like that, with nothing but pure intentions and a good heart. He was basically ruining Kurt's life and he had only been there a minute.

Kurt wiped his palms on his pants and pulled his lead feet to Blaine's locker. He could see him there, shuffling through his stuff. He took a final breath and stepped up to Blaine.

"Hi," he squeaked.

Blaine looked over, tried to keep an air of nonchalance. "Hey, how are you?"

"Good. You?"

"Good."

"Good." The conversation had run dry. How is it they could talk every minute they were together and now all of the sudden have absolutely nothing to say?

Kurt picked at a string and waited for Blaine to say something. Something like sorry for kissing you and then running away and not talking to you for three days. Or anything, really. But it seemed he was intent on keeping his mouth shut, so Kurt took the first step.

"We should talk about it," Kurt breathed, risking a glance up into Blaine's honey-colored eyes. Blaine visibly flushed and continued to fiddle with his binders though he had chosen the right one long before Kurt even walked up.

"I'm sorry, Kurt. I shouldn't have left like that, I know. But I…I don't want to give you the wrong impression. I don't know what I'm doin', but I know I like you," he looked over and saw Kurt sigh in relief. He looked back and squeezed his eyes shut tight, willing himself not to see Kurt's reaction. "I just don't think I'm prepared to do anythin' official. But I want to keep hangin' out with you, I don't want to lose you."

"So you want to be friends?" Kurt questioned, heart dropping.

"Yes," Blaine said, eyes still shut.

Kurt tried very hard not to cry. Having Blaine as a friend was better than not having him at all, yet he couldn't help but be incredibly disappointed. What had he expected? Blaine wasn't an out-of -the-closet gay man. It was still up in the air as to whether he was gay at all. But the way he kissed Kurt was anything but friendly, he knew if he brought this up Blaine could not disagree. However, he knew he didn't need to guilt trip Blaine, it showed all over his face that he was guilty enough.

"Alright," Kurt could only whisper, his throat burning but he was determined not to cry. "Let's get to class then." He put on a small, fake smile and began to walk, not waiting for Blaine to catch up.

Blaine wiped his eyes and shut his locker, running to catch up to Kurt. It may hurt now, but he was pretty sure it would have hurt Kurt more in the end if he had pretended he was ready to take their relationship somewhere.

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Two weeks passed this way. They remained friends, though in the beginning moments alone were slightly tense. The more time that passed, the more they fell back into their regular routine. Kurt was still helping Blaine with Algebra, they even went out to coffee almost every day after school.

But Blaine could feel that things could not stay this way forever. He was having dreams. Some were crazy dreams, showing that he was clearly stressing about something. Others were dreams about Kurt. The started out innocent enough, replaying the kiss in different settings. But they began to mature as Blaine's feelings for Kurt did.

Soon, almost every night Blaine dreamed of things he had never experienced, an explosion of pleasure waking him, only to find himself alone in bed, soaked in sweat, boxers ruined.

Kurt was also frustrated, but he understood his feelings better. Blaine frequented his mind, especially those times he sat alone in his room with the door locked, touching himself until he came with Blaine's name on his lips.

They were teenage boys fostering a forbidden attraction, both feeling the effects of this forced platonic relationship in a big way. But two weeks was the breaking point.

Blaine had had a particularly bad day, and was looking forward to his tutoring session at Kurt's. As they walked, a cold, steady breeze blew. It was turning into fall in the city. It wasn't anything like the smell back home, but Blaine had become accustomed to the smog, and breathed in this new scent. He tucked himself tighter into a jacket that Kurt had picked out for the colder months. It was so much colder here than he was used to.

As they walked, Blaine complained about Mrs. Marooney's pop quiz, and how Mr. Moore, his government teacher, had made a snarky comment that really rubbed Blaine the wrong way. He wasn't usually the type to hate, but the stress was taking its toll on his chipper personality. Kurt did his best to sympathize with him, agreeing with everything and adding in comments like "How dare she!" and "What a tool."

They were sitting in their usual position on the bed, half way through a particularly hard question when Blaine snapped.

"I don't get it! I don't get it, I'm too dumb," he yelled, slamming the book closed and throwing it across the room. He got up from where they were sitting on the bed and paced.

"Blaine! What has gotten into you?" Kurt asked, shocked by the sudden uncharacteristic action.

Blaine finally broke. "I'm goin' crazy, Kurt. I want you so bad. I still don't understand, but God, I think about you all the time. I've dreamt about you every night for three nights straight, and several nights before that. I'm goin' out of my mind here."

Kurt sat frozen on the bed, not sure what he should say. Blaine knew Kurt wanted him too, so the ball was in his court. Kurt said nothing, just stared understandingly at Blaine.

Blaine saw Kurt perched there, all pink lips and snowy skin, blue eyes wide and caring. He didn't understand why he had been depriving himself of what he wanted this much. He stepped over to Kurt, sitting back down, and reached one hand up to grasp his face, feeling the soft skin of his cheek. It made so much sense to lean in, pressing his lips gently to Kurt's.

Kurt let a small sigh escape his mouth, reverberating into Blaine's, which cause Blaine's heart to race even harder. He tightened his grip on Kurt, pulling him in. Suddenly, though he had no experience, he wanted Kurt so much closer. Kurt guided Blaine's lips open and traced his tongue lightly over his bottom lip.

Blaine shivered, never having felt anything like that. He followed his instincts and reached his tongue out gently until it met Kurt's. Their tongues danced between them lightly. It was like his dreams except a million times better. The feelings his brain had conjured paled in comparison to these actual ones, because it was Kurt making those noises and it was Kurt reaching up and clutching at his back and it was Kurt that he could taste and smell, his wonderful, clean scent filling his nostrils and going straight to his brain causing a cloud to settle there.

The kissing went from light and experimental to desperate and muddled as Kurt took control, pulling Blaine down on the bed and settling himself on top. Kurt was straddling Blaine, and the temptation was too alluring, so he rocked his hips forward, causing an incredible friction. Blaine whined underneath him, no longer in control of the noises he made or the places he put his hands because that contact was the greatest thing he had ever felt.

That delicious taste of friction was not enough, and Blaine thrusted his hips uncontrollably, unable to stop his search for that same amazing sensation. Kurt lined himself up in just the right way, causing Blaine to cry out.

"Fuck, Kurt," he drawled. God, it was just as sexy as Kurt imagined it. He let out a low moan and continued to move along with Blaine. But it wasn't enough. He needed more of Blaine, there was too much between them. He quickly tore off his own shirt, while Blaine stared, eyes lust-blown. He wrestled with Blaine's shirt as well, barely holding in the whimper when he saw Blaine exposed underneath him, hair a complete mess, face red and lips swollen.

He crashed his lips back down onto Blaine's as his hands worked on his belt. Clumsily, he took off Blaine's pants and rubbed his hand up his thigh on the way back up. Kurt's hand brushed lightly over his hard-on and Blaine sucked in a sharp breath, bucking his hips upward.

"I've never done this before," Blaine croaked, voice a little hoarse.

Kurt nodded and pressed a kiss to his temple, then whispered in his ear. "I'll take care of you."

Blaine settled back down, sinking into the bed, absorbing Kurt's kisses and floating into a daze. This didn't feel real, but if this was another dream he never wanted to wake up. Kurt's soft, sure hand palmed him, then reached shakily under the elastic of Blaine's boxers. When he made contact with Blaine's dick, so hot and hard, and he could feel it pounding with excitement, he lost all semblance of control he had before.

He stroked wildly, wiping the precum and spreading it up and down the shaft. Blaine was clutching the bed post and moving wildly underneath Kurt, moving his free hand all over Kurt's wiry frame and sighing.

Blaine's face was getting too hot, but he couldn't pay attention to that because there was a tight heat, a small spark of electricity humming in his lower stomach. It drove his hips to buck in a mechanic fashion, his eyes to roll back into his head.

Kurt pressed hot, wet kisses onto the column of Blaine's neck, breathing hard. His hips were also moving, searching for friction against Blaine's thigh while he did his best to grip Blaine tight and swirl his hand in a way that he would like. He wanted to see Blaine come, he didn't care how short-lived the experience was.

"Ah," Blaine groaned underneath him, muscles tensing, brain losing its ability to think. "Shit, shit, shit. Kurt, oh." The desperate calls mixed with Blaine's country twang drove Kurt insane, and though Blaine wasn't even touching him he moaned in response.

Kurt could hear and feel that Blaine was close, so he quickened the pace and initiated another sloppy kiss before Blaine broke away to breathe harshly and whisper into Kurt's temple. "Just like that," he exhaled.

Kurt kept going, muscles burning but powering through until Blaine shuddered, crying out with one last desperate thrust, clutching hard at Kurt's back, no doubt leaving marks. He came, the most amazing release he had ever imagined, the electricity that had been building exploding in the most wonderful way, whimpering with pleasure.

He breathed heavily, sweaty forehead still pressed to Kurt's jaw. Kurt allowed him to rest for a minute, but his arousal was overbearing and he began kissing Blaine again, moving his hips to try to find relief.

Blaine clued into what was happening and flipped Kurt so that he was on bottom. He rubbed Kurt in a way similar to how Kurt had touched him, and tried to fumble with his pants, peeling off the tight jeans. Kurt was showing obviously through his thin boxer briefs, and Blaine reached his hand forward, mouth watering at the sight.

He looked up at Kurt, unsure, so Kurt took his hand and guided it under the waistband and wrapped it hand around his cock. He directed Blaine's hand, showing him the right pressure and speed. Blaine took control, licking a path up Kurt's neck. Kurt moaned, arching his back, and Blaine thought it was the most incredible noise he had ever heard.

Kurt was so heavy and dense in his hand. It was such a strange, exhilarating experience to hold someone else, to control them with a flick of his wrist. "Mmm, Blaine, faster," Kurt sighed, voice high and strung out. His eyes were closed, his head was tossed back. He was embarrassingly close, turned on by Blaine's innocent demeanor and rough, inexperienced hand. It was so different than his own it drove him crazy, and watching Blaine come had taken almost everything out of him.

Feeling Blaine's breath in his ear and Blaine's quick stroke, he began to tense up.

"Blaine, fuck, I'm gonna…"

"Do it," Blaine murmured, licking the shell of Kurt's ear.

Kurt obeyed, releasing the tension and moaning, gripping Blaine's arm tightly and squeezing his eyes shut against his will. Blaine watched, entranced, as cum splashed onto Kurt's pale chest and he rocked helplessly.

Kurt collapsed back and Blaine followed suit, cradling his head into the crook of Kurt's neck, stroking his chest.

"Blaine, I don't want to overstep, but…I think you're gay," Kurt spoke in a weak voice.

"You might be right," Blaine admitted, head still foggy but too content to worry about what he just did.