Kurt went to him room and changed his clothing into something more fancy. Black skin tights pants to shape his butt, purple button down and black vest. Plus a black fedora with a feather in it. He looked simply fabulous.

Blaine took his hand as they walked towards the elevator. Blaine got Kurt to go out on a date! He was the happiest man ever. But he had to remember that when they got home, he had to go to his own bed.

"Where are we going?" asked Kurt when they were in the cab.

"We are having a lovely dinner at Sardi's." Blaine said promptly.

Kurt's jaw dropped. "And you're wearing that?" he said accusingly. "I'm sorry. That was the wrong thing to say.. Thank you, thank you very much." Kurt smiled. He wanted to ask something, and Blaine could tell.

"Don't ask how I can afford it. I've been saving up for it. I want to do this for you." Blaine said soothingly.

Kurt smiled. He needed to trust Blaine. "What if we see a celebrity?" Kurt made himself excited.

"You are perfect. There will be a famous person there, because you are famous to me." Blaine said from the heart.

Kurt smiled and said nothing. He wanted to say 'I love you' but it was a new first date. He couldn't. Plus, knowing Blaine, he would take 'I love you' as an opportunity for sex. No! No! Kurt had to get the old non-Blaine out of his head. Blaine wasn't like that. He wasn't sex-infused and his drugs weren't coursing through his veins anymore. He was sober and a good person. Kurt needed to forget all about Blaine's horrid phase.

At the fancy restaurant, the two were laughing and smiling and totally forgetting that they were eating at a formal place. Kurt heard a particular voice that was strangely familiar but he couldn't put his foot on it. Could it be? No, how could that happen to someone like Kurt. Just a kid from Lima, Ohio trying to do something with his life. It was.. It was Thee Indina Menzel having dinner with her husband, Taye Diggs. Kurt had to do something! But what? Blaine was talking, but stopped when he noticed Kurt wasn't listening.

"Who and what are you looking at?" Blaine asked obliviously.

Kurt couldn't talk. He was having dinner in the same place as Elphaba for crying out loud. All he could say was "Wicked" in a very quiet voice. Kurt's favourite character was Elphaba because she was different... Like him.. and it wasn't her fault. She couldn't help but be green, just like how Kurt can't help but be gay. Plus he loved Defying Gravity.

Blaine looked to who Kurt was looking at and giggled. He was a bit jealous, he wanted Kurt to look at him that way but he understood. "You should say hi." Blaine said.

"What? Are you crazy? How can I say hi to Indina Menzel? I might as well shoot myself." Kurt exaggerated.

"You will shoot yourself if you don't. Put yourself in her shoes. An incredibly cute boy is staring at you, and he won't say hi. It's adorable, but it might be nerve racking." said Blaine. "Courage." he smiled.

"Blaine, you dork. I'm sorry, I must use the men's room." Kurt got up and walked to the restroom as Blaine watched him.

Blaine found courage in himself to speak to Indina, wanting to surprise Kurt. She agreed. When Kurt came back shortly after, he sat down excitedly. "So, what does Blaine Anderson do on a date?" Kurt smiled devilishly.

"Kurt.. I have only dated one person. You! That's all I ever want to date. Do you know what you want?" Blaine asked, being totally honest.

"I was thinking the lobster, or roast. With yam fries." Kurt teased, knowing it was very expensive. Blaine had a worried look on him, because he didn't want to tell Kurt not to get it, but he couldn't afford it. Kurt laughed at him. "Honey, you know I'm joking." Kurt smiled.

Indina looked at Blaine and he nodded, cuing for her to do his favour. "Hi! Oh my god, are you Kurt Hummel?" she said. Kurt froze. "Hi, oh my god, I'm such a fan. I'm Indina Menzel." she said anxiously.

Kurt tried to form words, but he couldn't. Finally, he was able to speak. "Yes.. I know who you are.. " Blaine was recording everything with a camera his mom sent him on his birthday last year. "I love you. I watch Wicked all the time. I love everything about you. You're an amazing actress, singer." Kurt again, lost words.

Indina giggled. She loved to meet a fan like this. "Ha ha, thank you. How old are you?" she said, smiling.

"I'm.. twenty.. one.." Kurt said, surprisingly managing to talk.

"Awe, do you go to school here?" she tried to make a conversation.

"No.. I had to drop out since we had no money. I'm gonna go back this semester. I want to be just like you – on Broadway." he said, calming a little.

"Well I want you to be yourself and you'll get somewhere." they shook hands and she went to finish eating. Kurt's jaw dropped. He stopped breathing, with Blaine giggling.

"I have to do something." Kurt ran to the restroom to wash his face. He just met his idol. There was a slight yelling noise that sounded like a fire alarm. He began hyperventilating, forgetting that it was real and thinking it was a dream. When he came back, he sat down, gasping for air. "Did that just happen?" Kurt sighed over and over again.

"Is what real, you meeting you're idol? Yup, just happened." said Blaine as if nothing happened. Kurt was gasping and was beet-red. "Awe, Kurt, you're Fanboying!" Kurt said nothing. He tried to get his breath back. "Hey, Kurt are you okay?" Blaine asked. Kurt swallowed his saliva, finally being able to speak.

"Did you have anything to do with her coming up to me?" Kurt said in a very high-pitched voice.

"Yeah, maybe. I ordered you calamari and a cocktail. Is that fine?" Blaine said.

"Yes, actually that's perfect. Thank you. What did you get yourself?" Kurt said. He loved it when Blaine knew him like that. He always has. Whether it's just coffee, or an entire meal. It showed he really payed attention to him.

"A salmon burger and I got myself a cocktail too." Blaine smiled at him.

Finally, when the food came, they were starving. It looked amazing. Kind of small, but quite filling. Soon after it was finished, they were ready to leave. Catching a cab home, Kurt mentally reflected on the date. Yes, Blaine was a gentleman. Yes, Blaine paid for a meal that cost $64. And yes, Blaine ordered he an himself a nice drink. And Oh my god! Kurt met Indina Menzel! Yes, Kurt had to do something for Blaine in thanks for showing Kurt to Indina. Sex? No, not on the first date. Wine? No, too typical. No chores? No, Blaine's no Kurt's son. Kurt had the perfect idea. But he had to make it a surprise.

At the apartment, they sat down to watch a movie. Greece. One of the best musical movies ever. Plus it was before Danny – Or John Travolta - got old and aged. At the beginning, when Summer Lovin came on, Kurt sang Sandy's part and Blaine sang Danny's.

(Blaine) Summer lovin' had me a blast
(Kurt) Summer lovin' happened so fast
(Blaine) I met a girl crazy for me
(Kurt)Met a boy cute as can be
(both) Summer days driftin' away, to uh-oh those summer nights

(TV) Uh Well-a well-a well-a huh
(TV) Tell me more, tell me more
(TV) Did you get very far?
(TV) Tell me more, tell me more
(TV) Like does he have a car?
(TV) Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh

(Blaine)She swam by me, she got a cramp
(Kurt)He ran by me, got my suit damp
(Blaine)I saved her life, she nearly drowned
(Kurt)He showed off, splashing around
(Both)Summer sun, something's begun, but uh-oh those summer nights

(TV) Uh well-a well-a well-a huh
(TV) Tell me more, tell me more
(TV)Was it love at first sight?
(TV)Tell me more, tell me more
(TV)Did she put up a fight?
(TV)Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh

(Blaine)Took her bowling in the arcade
(Kurt)We went strolling, drank lemonade
(Blaine)We made out under the dock
(Kurt)We stayed out 'till ten o'clock
(Both) Summer fling, don't mean a thing, but uh-oh those summer nights

(TV)Uh well-a well-a well-a huh
(TV)Tell me more, tell me more
(TV)But you don't gotta brag
(TV)Tell me more, tell me more
(TV)Cos he sounds like a drag
(TV)shoo-bop bop, shoo-bop bop, shoo-bop bop,shoo-bop bop, shoo-bop bop, shoo-bop bop, shoo-bop bop, YEH

(Kurt)He got friendly, holding my hand
(Blaine)While she got friendly down in the sand
(Kurt)He was sweet, just turned eighteen
(Blaine) Well she was good you know what I mean

(TV)Woah!

(Both) Summer heat, boy and girl meet, but uh-oh those summer nights

(TV)woo, woo, woo
(TV)Tell me more, tell me more
(TV)How much dough did he spend?
(TV)Tell me more, tell me more
(TV)Could she get me a friend?

(Kurt)It turned colder - that's where it ends
(Blaine) So I told her we'd still be friends
(Kurt)Then we made our true love vow
(Blaine)Wonder what she's doing now
(Both) Summer dreams ripped at the seams,
bu-ut oh, those su-ummer nights...

(TV)Tell me more, tell me more!


When the scene with the song was over, the two men crashed their lips against each other. Immediately, Blaine began taking off Kurt's shirt and kissing his neck. Once Kurt's shirt was half off and he was able to speak, he spoke. "I'm not having sex with you." he said as Blaine continued to kiss Kurt' soft neck.

"Why not? Celebrate meeting Indina." Blaine pushed. "Just.. Let's get it over with. We've done it before.. It's not special anymore.." Blaine said.

Kurt pushed Blaine off of him, with Blaine on top, looking into his eyes. "It's not special anymore?" Kurt said softly. The movie was still playing. He grabbed the remote and pressed 'Stop'.

"Kurt, that's not what I meant. Every second with you is special. I meant, it's not as big of deal as losing your virginity again. We should just do it and well, be a merry little couple." said Blaine.

"No. This is a first date, take it or leave it. The first time, it took us nine months to go all the way. I'm going to bed." Kurt got out from underneath Blaine and went to bed after a quick shower. When Kurt was almost asleep, Blaine came in.

"Kurt, can we talk? I feel really bad. I shouldn't have pressured it. I know. Tonight was supposed to be all firsts. You met your idol for the first time, we had are first date again, it was amazing and I ruined it. I'm sorry." said Blaine honestly. Kurt leaned over and kissed him, having nothing else to say.

"I accept your apology. Now let me sleep." Kurt turned over and faked to be asleep.

About an hour later, when Blaine was almost asleep, Kurt went into his room and snuggled up with him. Blaine smiled. Feeling Kurt's body against his and being completely calm was a great feeling. It was basically Kurt showing that he trusts Blaine. Which was all Blaine needed to know.

"Blaine," Kurt whispered. "I know you're away. You normally sleep with your mouth open. That's why you snore." Kurt smiled. He kissed Blaine's neck gently.

Blaine rolled over to face Kurt. "I don't snore!" Blaine said with a cracked voice.

"I want to thank you, for today. You helped me meet mt idol. Not many people get to do that. And.. I love you." he said.

"Kurt, how dare you say 'i love you' on the first date?" Blaine joked. "I love you too, Kurt. Can we do this all the time?" he asked.

"Mm, definitely." Kurt kissed him, then just stared into his big, hazel eyes. "Do you ever just wonder why we love each other like this?" Kurt asked randomly.

"Yeah.. But then I think of you and the question is canceled out. Who couldn't love you? I mean, I'm happy enough you love me back." Blaine said. They kissed one more time and fell asleep, facing each other.

The next day while Kurt was at work, Blaine went again, to a recording studio. But this time, a better, cheaper one. They said they might give him a call back, but nothing was set in stone.

A few weeks later, Kurt went to see his family, with Blaine tagging along. The plane ride felt long, but enjoyable. Kurt read his book, and Blaine starred at Kurt. They weren't able to sit together, but that was okay. They had had a lot of each other lately. For no reason at all, they had been resisting the many urges they have had in the past week. It's unknown why they resisted them, but it was still very, very hot.

Kurt tried getting Blaine's attention so he could tell Blaine to go to sleep, but Blaine couldn't see Kurt. He hadn't exactly told his dad he'd be dropping by, but it was almost Christmas so he figured he'd make a trip.

The plane landed and Blaine was still dead asleep. Kurt tapped him. Nothing worked He tried shaking him. Still dead asleep. Then Kurt spoke loudly into his ear and took his cell phone. That woke him up. Not so much the speaking, but definitely the cell taking. Kurt ran off the plane and went to pick up their dog ad luggage.

Heading to take a bus to Lima, they see someone familiar. They see Mercedes Jones. She didn't recognize them at all. Kurt grew a little, Blaine's hair wasn't absolutely perfectly gelled back. Kurt looked at her, she looked at him. They ran towards each other with open arms.

"Kurt!"

"Mercedes!"

They squealed. Blaine giggled at them behind, taking Kurt's luggage. Everything fell. Mercedes laughed, then she saw Cho-Chang. "AWE!" she squealed. "IS THIS YOURS?" she said in the most high-pitched voice ever.

"That is Miss Cho-Chang Hummel." Blaine announced.

"Anderson. Hummel-Anderson." Kurt corrected. She was theirs. Both Kurt's and Blaine's. Kurt and Mercedes caught up, with Mercedes bragging about her new man. She, too was in Lima for the holidays. She went to Yale, where she met someone Blaine would recognize.

Mercedes man was also a student at Yale, though she originally went with Quinn. He was a tall man with light hair and pretty eyes. Quite handsome, too. His name was Mr. Sam Evans. He and Blaine shook hands.

The four reunited promised to meet up during the vacation, but for now they needed to see their parents. Kurt needed to tell his dad he didn't go to school... but how? When he knocked on his dad's door, no one was home. The car was gone, the lights were out, it looked like no once had been there all day. Luckily, Kurt still had his old house keys. Somethings don't change. He used the phone, calling his house to check the messages. He had 7 missed calls all from 'Dad's Cell'. He had 4 messages, one of them saying:

Hey, Kurt, it's dad and Carole.. We came for Christmas but it looks like you're away, so we checked into a hotel. Hope we get to see you. Love you. Bye.

Kurt wanted to break down and cry. He wanted his daddy, but his daddy was in New York. He needed new plane tickets.. But he had no money. He needed to call his dad...

He gave his dad a call.. He dad picked up after dialing his number five times. "Hi! Dad! It's Kurt! You're in New York?"

"Yeah! We came to surprise you! Where are you?"

"t home! Your home! We came to surprise you!"

"We?"

"Blaine and I.."

"Oh, right... Well, what's gonna happen?"

"Come here tomorrow... or tonight.. I just really want to see you before the year is up.."

"I want to see you too, son. I have to go, it's long distance. I'll see you soon, Kurt. I love you."

"I love you too, Dad.." Kurt hung up. Tears were standing in his eyes. Blaine gave him a hug. But it was much more than a hug. He said nothing. He did nothing. Nothing but hold Kurt tightly in his embrace.

They just stood there, arm around each other. Kurt lifted his head off of Blaine's shoulder, wiping tears from his eyes and looking at Blaine. "Thank you." he said simply, trying to breathe back the snot in his face.

"For what?" Blaine said, with his arms still around Kurt.

"For just being you. Lets go to Teenage Kurt's room. I wonder if it'll be weird." Kurt lead them to his old room. It was very weird.

His be was a twin, he had posters of Lady Gaga and Taylor Lautner in his closet, and a lot of clothing. Some of it even still fit. His room had stuff he won from childhood. A big, pink unicorn he won at a carnival, 5 badges he got in Bear Scouts and a few more things. Oh, and a tiara he won from Prom Queen. After an hour or two, they went to Breadstix. Again, quite odd.

After dinner, Kurt and Blaine went for a nice December walk. It was cold, and there was a wind. A wind strong enough to chap Kurt's heavily moisturized lips. They walked, hand in hand, to a park. The trees waved at the two lovers as they strolled down the path.

Blaine's feet stopped moving, but Kurt's continued. "Kurt, stop." he said in a cold tone.

Kurt stopped and looked at Blaine with the slightest bit of fear. "What?" he said quietly.

"When did we meet?" Blaine asked at random

"November 9th, 2010." Kurt said. He remembered everything he did with Blaine.

"When did we get together?" he said blankly. Blaine just wanted to hear Kurt's voice.

"March 16th, 2011" Kurt said informatively.

"Kurt, we've known and been dating each other for over three years... despite earlier in the year. I've never dated anyone but you, and I don't want to. I know I've found you." Blaine got down on one knee. "Kurt, I haven't got a ring, but I know I found the one. Make me the happiest man ever and marry me?" he said. The tears on his eyelashes were frozen.

Kurt sort of half rolled his eyes. "Stand up." Kurt said sharply. "I'm not going to marry you. Not that I'll never marry you, I love you, but we are way too young. Legally, you can't even drink yet." Kurt tried to hold Blaine's arm, but Blaine yanked it away.

"What, is it because I don't have a ring?" Blaine accused.

"No! No, not at all! We're just too young!" Kurt said loudly.

"I'm going.. I'll see you later.. I think" Blaine growled.

"Blaine! Blaine! Come back, Blaine!" it was no use. Blaine was hurt and angry and was ignoring Kurt.

Kurt ran home quickly. It was so nice to be able to breathe the cool, fresh air of Ohio. When he got home, he cried. He held Cho-Chang and cried. He gave Mercedes a call. That is, if her parents hadn't moved.

"Hello, is Mercedes there?" he said in a shy, high pitched voice.

"Awe, Kurt, hello. It's been a long time. But yes, she is here. Mercedes! That white-boy friend of yours is on the phone!" her mother yelled.

"Hey Kurt! What's up?" she said warmly.

"not much, running what happened today through my head." Kurt sighed. What did he do?

"oh no! What happened?" she said concernedly.

"Well, we came to Lima to surprise me dad, turns out he went to New York to surprise me. Blaine and I went to Breadstix, then after we went for a walk. Then he proposed.." Kurt said.

"Awe! That's so great! Whens the wedding?" she was excited for them. Mercedes knew this would happen.

"Mercedes.. I said no.." Kurt confessed.

"Say what?" she was shocked.

"I said no because we're too young. Then he stormed off. I have no clue where he went off to. I'm really scared.. What if he went back to New York?" Kurt said.

"Awe hell to the no." Mercedes thought for a moment. "Go to his parents house. He's probably there." she said logically.

"They live in Westerville." Kurt co,plained.

"Then it looks like you have a bus to catch. Want me to come with you, white boy?" Mercedes offered.

"No.. his parents are sick, racist, homophobic people. They shouldn't be allowed to have children." Kurt snarled.

"Call me back later and tell me everything." Mercedes demanded.

"I will.. Talk to you later.. bye" he hung up.

Kurt gathered up enough change to take a bus to Westerville, hoping Blaine would be there. He missed the stop, so he had to walk backward. It was almost 6:30 by the time he got there. He knocked on the door. Mr. Anderson answered.

"Is Blaine there?" Kurt said politely.

The man was wearing a pair of jeans, a white tucked in top with gelled back hair. "Yes he is," the man yawned. "Come in, I'll call him down. Blaine! You have a visitor!" yelled Mr. Anderson.
"Who is it?" Blaine yelled.

"I don't know! Just get your damn ass down here!" he yelled rudely.

Blaine came down the stairs. "How can you let someone you don't know into the-" he cut himself off when he saw the boy sitting on the couch. "Oh.. Kurt.." Blaine said.

"Can we talk?" Kurt asked. He felt bad from what happened earlier.

"Sure.. lets go outside" Blaine said. They stepped out onto the front porch. "How'd you find me?" Blaine asked.

"Mercedes.. She's smart. She said you'd most likely be at your parents." There was a silence.

"It's chilly" Blaine said, rubbing his bare arms. He was only wearing a tee shirt.

"Here.." Kurt took off his jacket and made Blaine put it on.

"No, no I don't want you to be cold." Blaine refused.

Kurt shook his head. He buttoned up the jacket for Blaine. "No. I care more about you than I care about me." he said. There was a pause. It began snowing. The way the snow fell on Blaine's dark curls was adorable.

"Why did you say no?" Blaine asked.

Kurt sighed. He could see his breath in front of him. "Because I'm not ready for marriage.. I'm way too young. I'm thrilled you want to marry me, and I'd love to marry you too, but we're too young." Kurt said. Blaine looked like he was about to cry. "Don't you understand?" Kurt said. He was growing impatient.

"What I don't understand is why does age matter?" Blaine argued.

"Why did you storm off?" Kurt asked. He didn't understand somethings about Blaine.

"Because I was hurt, Kurt. I love you, I don't want to spend my life with anyone else. We have a dog together. It is because I didn't have a ring, isn't it?" Blaine said.

"No, it's not that. I was scared you wouldn't come back. I love you, Blaine, but I can't get married. I do want to marry you, one day. But not now. And no, it's not because you don't have a ring!" Kurt said. Blaine said nothing. "Look, Blaine, I love you. Okay, do you want me to scream it?" he said loudly.

"Kurt, shut up." Blaine crashed his lips against Kurt's. "I love you, I never should have walked off.." Blaine said, breathing against Kurt's soft lips.

"Lets go to my house." Kurt breathed.

"Always." Blaine said.

They took a taxi home, with their pinkies linked. Then they got to the Hudmel house, they couldn't get their lips off each other. The tripped over stairs as they went to Kurt's room, stripping each other all the way up. By the time they reached Kurt's bed, their pants were at their ankles. Kurt was sucking Blaine's shoulder, getting hot and sweaty.

"We can't.." Blaine said.

"Why not?" Kurt asked.

"It" Blaine breathed. "is your dad's home." Blaine took another breath. "He'll know I'm banging his son.." Blaine breathed heavily.

Kurt rolled them over so he was on top and kissed Blaine. "We've been in New York for six months. I think he knows I'm not a virgin." Kurt said in a whisper.

"Yeah but, in his house? And then we'll have to do laundry." Blaine listed reasons.

"Baby, if you don't want to, we don't have to." Kurt said, finally catching his breath.

"No I want to.. just is it the smartest choice?" Blaine said.

"We – or I – can wake up early tomorrow and wash the bedding, okay?" Kurt said, smiling seductively at Blaine.

"Dammit, Kurt, let's do it!" Blaine kissed Kurt fiercely, putting on hand on Kurt's lower back and the other on his face, holding him. Kurt moaned into the passionate kiss, as he used his hand to slide down Blaine's boxers, as the other pushed Blaine's face against his. Kurt's, that is. He kept pulling Blaine's face closer to his, as if Blaine's mouth wasn't big enough. Blaine began sucking Kurt's neck, trying to not make the hickey-in-the-making too visible. Kurt let out some sort of noise that wasn't quite a scream, nor a moan.

It was getting hard to breath. They were sweating, it was hot they were getting hard. "The" Kurt breathed. "Clock is," he huffed and puffed, "is ticking," be gasped for air, "for me," he said metaphorically.

Blaine reached into Teenage Kurt's bedside table with habit, thinking there'd be some condoms and lube there. "Kurt.. there's... no... protection... we can't.." When Blaine was talking, Kurt sucked Blaine's shoulder, and vice versa.

"Why not?.. You can't... get me pregnant.." Kurt breathed.

"STD's..." Blaine gasped. "Did you learn... nothing in high school?" Blaine said. Kurt lifted his head off Blaine's neck to look at him.

"Are you that unsure?" Kurt said.

"No, I just... don't want either of us getting... sex disease..." he looked into Kurt's eyes. They were the colour of the Caribbean sea and glistening like diamonds; stars in the night sky.

"Check in the bottom drawer.. under the Kleenex box..might be in the nail kit.." Kurt remembered his room.

Blaine found a pink condom, but no lube. 'Lubricated Condom' said the package. "Who's in, you or me?"

"Goddammit, screw me! Now!" Kurt said impatiently.

Blaine sucked Kurt's neck, licking it at the same time. He pushed down Kurt's Calvin Klein boxers, then put the condom on himself. He rolled them over so he was on top, almost falling off the bed. Kurt was on his stomach, waiting for Blaine to enter.

Blaine squeezed one finger into Kurt, waiting for the ring of muscle to relax. Then the second, he waited a bit more. Then the third, and fourth, and finally, Blaine pulled his four fingers out of Kurt's ass and lined himself up to penetrate Kurt. He pushed in, Kurt moaned. According to Blaine, that wasn't good enough. He almost puled himself all the way out, then thrust forward with more strength. Kurt almost screamed. Blaine thrust in and out, pushing deep into Kurt. Deeper, deeper, hitting Kurt's prostate with each thrust. Kurt began cursing in French. That was always a good sign. Kurt but his pillow so he wouldn't scream.

"Holy fuck... Blaine... I'm gonna... cum..." Kurt breathed heavily.

"tell me you love me!" Blaine said, still pushing in and out of Kurt.

"I love you!" Kurt yelled.

"Not loud enough! Say it again!" Blaine demanded.

"I love you!" Kurt yelled louder.

"Scream it like you mean it, dammit!" Blaine said very, very loudly.

"I fucking love you, dammit!" Kurt screamed at the top of his lungs. "Dammit, Blaine, I'm gonna"

Blaine pulled himself out, now feeling satisfied. Kurt came all over the bed. Blaine rolled off of Kurt, and Kurt turned to face him. They smiled and kissed.

"Kurt.. I'm falling off your bed..." Blaine said, leaning towards Kurt so gravity wouldn't take over.

Kurt moved over to the edge of the med so Blaine wouldn't fall. "Face the other way." commanded Kurt. Blaine did just that. Kurt faced the wall too, spooning Blaine. "this way we shouldn't fall."

"I love you, Kurt. And the next time I propose, can you say no so we have a big fight and do this again?" Blaine said, halfheartedly.

"This? What exactly is 'this'? We can spoon any time.." Kurt said and kissed Blaine's neck gently.

"Mm, Kurt, don't pretend to be naive! You know what I'm talking about.. " Blaine teased.

"I have no clue what your talking about... Don't call me naive!" Kurt said sarcastically.

"Kurt Hummel, I want to have make-up sex more often!" Blaine said formally.

"Why make up sex when real sex is even better?" Kurt played.

Blaine yawned. "You know what I mean. We need more sex in this relationship. Go to sleep, I'm tired." Blaine closed his eyes.

Kurt licked Blaine's ear and began tickling Blaine's back, Kurt knew from experience that Blaine's back was ticklish. Blaine giggled childishly. "Kurt! Kurt stop it! I'm going to pee!" Blaine said, laughing like a little girl. It was adorable.

"Look at me." Blaine turned his head and tried to look at Kurt. "I love you, babe." Kurt kissed the side of Blaine's mouth. Kurt slid one hand under Blaine and the other on top of him, hugging him tightly. Blaine held the hand that were clasped together against his chest. Blaine fell asleep with his head tucked under Kurt's chin, with a smile on his face.