Hello, everyone! I'm so sorry it took me so long to post this chapter! I've found a new job and it keeps me quite busy.

Anyway, here's chapter 7. Thank you so much Charlotte for betaing! She's absolutely amazing! :)

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Chapter 7

Emotions

***Blaine's POV***

It was our second time to go to McKinley for the glee club interaction program.

I was walking down to the choir room and saw Kurt walking to the same direction.

He was wearing a black jacket and tight-fitted red pants with work boots.

My eyes fixed on his well-shaped ass, which made me want to fondle it from behind.

"Blaine, you're staring at Kurt's ass." Sebastian whispered in my ear.

"If you flirt with him, I'll punch you."

"You're scaring me …"

I then caught a guy following Kurt with his eyes.

He was big with large jowls, wearing a red and cream colored jock jacket. Avoiding people's eyes, he was staring at Kurt's back.

As Kurt went into the choir room and the guy turned his gaze to his locker, I was convinced he had been looking at Kurt. I gave him a death glare when I passed him.

- He's mine. If you touch him, you'll be sorry.

"Blaine, stop that!" As I was still glaring at the bear-looking guy, Nick placed his hand on my shoulder, trying to calm me down and to hurry to the choir room.

… … …

When we entered the room the New Directions, who were relaxed and chatting, welcomed us warmly.

The four from Dalton, including the captain Wes, now more opened up to them and liked chatting in different groups.

Of course, I stationed myself next to Kurt, joining a conversation with Rachel and Mercedes.

"We've been waiting for you, Blaine." Rachel beckoned me with a broad smile on her face.

"Do you guys wanna ask questions?" I asked the girls.

"It's only because you didn't let Kurt go last night, we had to ask you here." Rachel said.

"I … It was my stomach …" Kurt mumbled but Rachel cut him off.

"It's okay, Kurt. I know." She looked at him with a knowing smile.

Why did Rachel know the reason Kurt didn't go to her house last night? Could she smell things when it came to gayness or something? Because Mercedes looked like she had no clue.

Kurt flushed and I thought it was adorable. I took his hand to entwine our fingers. Kurt was surprised a little before trying to pull them away.

"What?" I pouted.

"Don't do that in front everyone. We should do that stuff when we're alone."

"Are you serious?"

"Oh, we don't mind at all. Don't worry," Rachel said matter-of-factly.

"Yeah, we don't judge even if you guys are kissing now." Mercedes encouraged us.

"It's not okay! Blaine! Stop looking at me like that!" Kurt started panicking and the girls were laughing.

I could imagine Kurt was always teased like this. As I pictured it, a smile formed on my lips.

"Oh my God, Blaine. You look like a prince when you look at Kurt. You guys are making us blush!" Rachel put her hands on her cheeks and squealed with excitement.

"No, Rachel. He's not a prince. At all. Not even close." Kurt corrected her.

"Be quiet, Kurt!" I told him.

"Blaine is just a sadist. A mean sadist."

"And who was tamed by that sadist to have a slave mind?"

"Wh-what? What slave!?" The girls asked in horror.

"Yeah, se …"

"NOTHING!" Kurt put his hand on my mouth to quiet me, his face was crimson-red.

Sweet scent from Kurt's dry hand tickled my nose and I licked it with the tip of my tongue.

"Blaine! Stop that!" Kurt cried, pulling his hand back.

"You guys seem to have really hit it off. Tell us where you two met." Mercedes asked, pulling her chair closer.

Kurt and I looked at each other, thinking how to explain.

"Well …" Kurt trailed off.

"The Lima Bean at night." I started telling a lie. "When I went to the Lima Bean at almost closing time and Kurt came in after me. I hit on him."

"Hitting on him?" Mercedes and Rachel were surprised, exchanging glances.

"Kurt's cute. It's impossible not to talk to him, right?" I kept lying, looking at Kurt with my chin up a little. "I waited for him, who got a take-out and was about to leave, and we … you know."

"We what …?" Kurt started being into my make-up story along with the girls.

- You can't react like that.

"Do you wanna hear?" As I asked, the girls nodded, and so did Kurt.

- Stop anticipating what comes next.

"Well, I guess our bodies reacted before the feelings. I don't feel that it's wrong to start like this."

"What? So you guys did it when you first met? Wow, Kurt. You give your body up pretty easily." Rachel was astonished.

"I didn't mean that …" Kurt tried to defend himself.

"He's vulnerable to pleasure." Mercedes blurted out.

"What are you talking about!?" Kurt asked in shock.

"I remember you once came to school with a visible hickey." Mercedes smirked and pointed at Kurt, swirling her finger.

"Did I!?" Kurt asked.

"Everyone was stunned at the sight of it. We didn't say anything though."

Kurt shot me a glare, his eyes were a little watery.

Oops, I didn't know that he wasn't aware of the hickey. Well, I'd forgotten too.

"We talked about how the guy who gave you that hickey would be a jealous one."

- Shit.

Stop talking, Mercedes. She was making me sweat.

I glanced at Kurt, who looked down, his flushed face went an even deeper red.

"You don't want anyone to take him, do you, Blaine?" Rachel said slyly.

I was dumbfounded at her and then Kurt pulled the hem of my jacket. "I love you, Blaine."

"Okay, get a room," the girls laughed with softening eyes.

My face was probably on fire now too. Being looked at with my flushed face by someone except Kurt was uncomfortable, feeling like they held my weak point.

Since the girls started talking to each other, I looked around to make sure everyone's attention wasn't on us and I kissed on Kurt's cheek.

"Blaine!?"

"I just returned a favor."

"You're an idiot …"

Kurt looked so adorable and that made me want to push him back on the floor right here.

Mr. Schuester entered the room and informed us that the club members except for the leading members of the interaction program were dismissed for a meeting.

Kurt stood up but I stopped him by grabbing his hand. "Go to my place." I fished a key chain with several keys out of my pants' pocket, took my home key off and handed it over him. "You don't have to give this back to me."

"What? Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

Kurt pressed the key to his lips and whispered "I'll cook dinner and wait for you." and left the choir room, skipping.

"I can't believe that adorable creature is yours." Sebastian squeezed me tightly from behind, staring at Kurt's back. "And will he be waiting for you, cooking dinner? Did you see his smile? It was super cute."

"If you touch him, I'll kill you."

"Wow, he said 'kill' this time. Be careful, Sebastian. He's serious." Nick told Sebastian.

"Look at that cute ass … ow!" I elbowed hard Sebastian's side.

"Are you okay, Sebastian?" Nick was worried for him as he fell on a knee on the floor.

"It was a joke but Blaine was too serious … ouch."

"You've really changed, Blaine." Nick said, shaking his head. "It was me who told you to find a steady partner and I'm glad that you found one. But it's also scary."

"Why?"

"What if he cheats on you? I don't wanna even imagine what would happen though. 'Cause you know, you're kind of extreme."

"Shut up, Nick. He won't cheat on me."

"How can you be so confident?" Nick asked.

It was not that I was confident. It was just I believed that Kurt loved me even if I gave him a cold shoulder.

But I shouldn't have gotten used to him spoiling me.

If I forgot to appreciate it and was being an idiot, and he left … I would die.

It was me who was so crazy about him. When someone cared about him or stared at him, it made me so angry and hostile.

… … …

The meeting took longer than expected and by the time it ended, the sun had already set.

The interacting program would start in full swing from next week.

As we left the choir room, I thought it would be fun if I did a duet with Kurt since there were some duets in the performances we picked for the program.

"We only had meetings and never got a chance to hear you sing before the program started, but I bet you're really good because you're the lead vocal with The Warblers after all." Rachel looked at me with sparkling eyes.

"I'm not sure about that, but I appreciate our captain's recognition of my singing ability."

"Blaine's voice is incredible. Don't be surprised next week." Wes boasted, tapping my shoulder proudly.

"Has Kurt heard you sing?" Rachel asked.

"Um, actually ... no."

"Really? Well, our Kurt's voice is quite fabulous too. It's like an angel's."

"Duets with Rachel are really good." Finn said, grabbing his girlfriend's shoulder to pull her closer.

Finn was a big guy. I saw it especially when he was next to Rachel.

"Kurt's voice range is wide: you have no idea how he can hit low notes too. But it's very unique and he would pick specific songs to fit his voice. That's his strong point though."

"Yeah, his voice … It's really irresistible." I blurted out without thinking.

Everyone froze at my words, their faces were red.

"That's … TMI, Blaine," Rachel told me.

"Oh, I didn't mean that."

"Okay, I can't directly look at Kurt's face when I go home now. I might remember those words." Finn said and I laughed.

But then I stopped. "Wait. What do you mean? Why Kurt is in your house?" I asked Finn in a wary tone.

"Because I live with him."

- WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY!?

Nick and Sebastian anxiously looked at me and Finn back and forth.

"What do you mean you live with him?" I narrowed my eyes with an angry glare.

"Oh, I'm his step brother. His dad and my mom got married."

- 'My dad got married again and my step-mom cooks. But before that, it was just me and Dad and we both cooked. I used to cook like a male servant. So yeah, I can cook.'

Right. He mentioned about his dad's remarriage.

"Finn, Blaine is Kurt's boyfriend. Get along with him." Rachel said sweetly, hugging Finn.

"You're Kurt's step brother. I'd like to get along with you also." I nodded to Finn.

"Yeah, you too, Mr. Kurt's boyfriend. But I honestly didn't know someone like you was his type." Finn looked at me from the top to the bottom.

I felt uncomfortable, feeling as if he was evaluating me.

"He used like me a lot …"

- WHAT THE FUCK!?

Nick and Sebastian's faces paled as the other male made me quietly seethe with anger.

"He and I used be rivals for getting Finn." Rachel added like it was nothing.

"I didn't know." I just mumbled.

"All his feelings about me were gone once we became a family though." Finn gave me a boyish grin with a laugh.

"What did you think of him at that time, Finn?" I asked.

"Well, I'm straight, so I felt bad. He's quite aggressive and approached me, and I hurt him."

"He tried to entrap me too. He's quite a tactician. Although he sometimes digs his own grave." Rachel added.

"I think he wants to be loved more than anyone else. He doesn't know he is loved."

I was just listening to Finn talk.

"He tells people point-blank, but on the other hand he quickly falls to the bottom and it's hard to pull him up to the surface. He once secluded himself in the house for a while."

"Did he?"

"Yeah, it was before he started high school. He … his family had a hard time back then."

"He was like a dead person last week. Did you have something to do with it?" Rachel asked.

Because Finn, Rachel and I were walking slowly with the conversation, other friends were far ahead. When I realized it, they waved at us as a goodbye. The three of us kept walking at a slow pace.

"Yeah, I did. It was my fault," I answered the question.

"He didn't tell us a thing even if we asked." Rachel continued. "He had a hickey one day but then he came to school, looked like a zombie. When he was wearing the same clothes two days in a row, we thought it was a big deal."

"I think he was crying at home too."

Hearing stories about Kurt while I couldn't see him, I could imagine it was not just me who was wrecked.

I felt really bad about hurting him, and knowing how much he was thinking about me made me want to see him already.

"I'm happy that you guys made up. When you first came to McKinley, Kurt was so upset." Rachel offered a smile.

"We kind of knew that this Warbler guy, Blaine, was with him."

"True. This Blaine was only looking at him. Kurt didn't say anything, but when you showed up, it finally made sense."

"I didn't even know this was his school. I only knew his first name, so when I saw him here, I was so surprised." I told them truthfully.

"You guys started physically at first, but now are connected emotionally too, right?" Rachel checked.

"Of course."

"Wait, started physically at first? What?" Finn looked confused by this new information he didn't know.

"Their relationship didn't start in an ordinary way." Rachel explained.

"So … Kurt and Blaine did …"

"I get that you wanna say it's not the right way, but I think I liked him at first sight." I told Finn.

Rachel was smirking, looking deep into my features. "You look blissful."

"I don't."

"You're not being honest with yourself. I know you're the possessive type. That hickey was …"

"That's enough, Rach. Blaine looks scared now." Finn whispered to her.

"Anyway, if you make him cry, you're going to pay." Rachel pointed a finger at me with a glare.

"All I can say is I'll try my best."

"Why can't you say you won't for sure?"

"I think I have a disadvantage in this."

"I don't understand what you mean."

It was because Kurt and I didn't know everything about each other.

I could make up a quick lie to Rachel, but the words just didn't come out. Although I really didn't want to make Kurt cry, I might because of my past. I never imagined that my behavior in the past with other guys would be a problem when I found someone I seriously cared about.

… … …

When I went back to my apartment and opened the front door, I could smell delicious food. Kurt welcomed me with slightly pink cheeks from the heat in the kitchen.

"Hi, Blaine."

"Hi."

Kurt wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed me.

But a small feather-light kiss didn't satisfy me, so I snaked my tongue into his mouth and tasted him with a little, more heated kiss.

He was my beautiful Kurt.

Pulling away and nuzzling our noses together, I closely stared at him, who had now closed his eyes. Light colored eyelashes were fluttering and it was adorable. As I kissed an eyelid and his eyes were slowly opening, the peacock blue eyes caught me.

He looked into my eyes for a while, and then looked away.

"Don't do that."

"It's because you looked at me like that." Kurt flushed up to his ears and hugged me. "I haven't gotten used to it yet."

Kurt's fast heartbeat traveled through his chest to me.

His body was warm too. "Do you have a fever?"

"It's your fault," Kurt simply said.

"Your heartbeat is fast."

"That's your fault, too."

My hands on his back also could detect Kurt's heat and I pushed them under his shirt.

"Wait, Blaine."

"What?"

"Aren't we still playing that game, not having sex?"

- Right.

I stopped my hands and Kurt's face was clouded with doubt.

"Why don't we stop playing?" He suggested. "I agreed only out of impulse."

"So ... will you wear a vibrating egg for me?"

"I have no idea what that is, but ..."

Kurt didn't know about vibrating eggs? Oh, this could be fun.

He saw something in my face and flushed even more. "Is that some sort of toy?"

"Yeah, it is a toy." I smiled at my boyfriend's troubled look. "It's okay. It was a joke. Don't worry."

He was thinking something.

"Do you want me to put it in?" I asked.

"No! No, no!"

"I'm sorry for disappointing you but I don't own one. Should I buy one?"

"I said no!" Kurt urged with a red face but I could tell he'd pictured it a lot.

As I tried to change clothes and put my jacket on the couch in a careless way, Kurt hung it up.

"You don't have to do that." I told him, who was already busy spraying Febreze over the jacket.

"You wear this every day but never care and just put it somewhere randomly. You should hang it up. And I know you smoke at school 'cause it's stinky."

"Are you a nagging wife or something!?"

"'Wife?' … I cook dinner for you too, so yeah, I'm like a wife."

He was thinking seriously and it was funny.

"No, it's more like … a mom." Kurt reconsidered.

"I don't have sex with my Mom." I retorted right away.

"Right. So, I'm a wife then."

"You don't have to do it though. You're not here to take care of me."

"You don't like these things?"

"What things?"

"What I do. I don't mean to take care of you, but …" Kurt looked down.

"I mean, don't spoil me too much."

"I want to though."

"Kurt."

"No?"

"Don't ask me with that face!" I felt my face was getting warm.

Maybe because I spent a lot of time with Kurt, I flushed easily like him these days.

"You're blushing, Blaine." He giggled.

You were too, Kurt.

I pushed him down on the couch and demanded a kiss.

I sucked his tongue from his opened mouth, stroking it with my own.

His lips were getting reddened by being sucked and licked. As he got into the kiss, his hands darted over my body and they landed on the buttons of my shirt.

"Who said you were sexually-cold? You're really enjoying it."

"Huh? Oh …" He didn't notice until I pointed it out. He came to a halt.

"Don't stop. Keep doing it." While I pressed my lips against his, devouring them, Kurt unbuttoned my shirt. He untucked the shirt from the pants and slowly took it off from my shoulders.

Next, he unbuckled my belt and started tugging the pants down, sometimes glancing up at me. I let him do whatever he wanted to do for a while.

I was wondering how far he would go.

"Can you lie on your back?" Kurt asked.

"Sure." Kurt, who was underneath me with a flushed face until a short time ago, was now on top of me, looking me down.

His hand touched my cheek and gently rubbed there.

It was a bit damp, feeling nice against my skin. As I could smell his scent strongly from his wrists, I closed my eyes and inhaled it.

Then his thumb took time to trace the contour of my lips.

A different feeling other than his lips made me shiver.

"Do you feel good just by being touched like that?"

"I don't know …"

Kurt was kissing sweetly all over my face; cheeks, jaw, tip of my nose, everywhere except for my lips. When he pressed his lips against the back of my ear and licked, I writhed, my hips moving.

"Is the back of the ear your weak point?"

"Shut up."

Kurt stood on his knees, straddling my legs and took his shirt off, and then dropped it on the floor. Removing the belt, he teasingly unzipped his jeans, holding the waistband.

I thought he'd take them off, but instead he took his cock out of the underwear and started stroking it. It seemed that he already had pre-cum spilling while he was caressing me, and his cock was making sound from the friction.

Kurt kept pumping his cock in the way he felt good, looking down at me with his mouth half-opened. The speed of his hand increased, his panting and the wet sound was echoing in the room. He looked intoxicated with a rushing orgasm, throwing his head back and down.

The sight was arousing.

I had a full boner, I naturally reached it and started stroking gently, watching him jerking off.

By the look of his cock swelling with prominent veins, I could see his climax was coming. My eyes were glued on his cock, not to miss it. The grip of my hand around my own cock had tightened.

Then he came, a delicious moan escaping from his lips.

Since Kurt's load was more than average, his cum spread all over my chin, neck, chest and abdomen.

He kept pumping his cock while he was passing away the body spasms, the cum still oozing out from the tip of his cock. And I took a picture of it for fun.

"You … took a picture again!" Kurt got upset but his cum didn't stop.

His orgasm was long with a lot of cum, so once he came, it looked like he'd wet himself.

"I can imagine you use so many tissues in your room."

"Be quiet." Kurt said, putting his hands on my chest, trying to control his wild breathing.

"Was it good?" I asked.

"Uh, I guess so ...?"

"What do you mean?" I laughed.

As Kurt put his arms behind him to adjust his position, his ass made a contact with my hard-on.

"Whoa, you're really hard …" He mumbled.

"All thanks to your masturbating show. Now, get off of me."

"What? Why?"

"'Why'? Because you're heavy. Move."

"B – Blaine," Kurt stopped me who grabbed his waist, trying to physically move him.

"You have a boner."

"I'll think about math formulas or something."

"You mean, you're not gonna fuck me?"

"Do you wanna burn the pot?"

"Shit!" Kurt jumped off of me and ran to the kitchen.

After I showered to clean his cum off my body, I took out a cigarette and sank into the couch, lighting it.

I exhaled smoke, and then inhaled the scent of the food Kurt was making, my stomach growling.

"Can you taste this?" Kurt held a spoon out in front of me.

I opened my mouth, waited for the spoon to come but Kurt's tongue came instead.

He started kissing me.

"Hey, I thought I was going to taste the food?"

"You're unfair."

"It really was the pot …" I protested but Kurt cracked my lips open and pushed his tongue inside.

"Will you fuck me after dinner?"

I didn't reply right away.

"Will you?" Kurt asked again through his lashes coyly.

"If I feel like it." I answered teasingly.

"You're killing the mood."

… … …

Kurt's simmered dish turned out really good, thanks to my concern about the pot earlier.

When I put some into my mouth, the meat melted on my tongue. "Wow, this tastes so good."

"Yeah, thanks to you." Kurt said in a monotone voice. Guess he held a grudge about not getting sex earlier. I laughed.

He didn't say anything and just looking at me eating for some time. "You look like you enjoy eating."

"It's because everything is so good. I love this salad too."

"I made the dressing from scratch."

"Yeah, it's tasty."

"I made some desserts too."

"That's awesome."

Kurt looked so proud and not cranky anymore.

"Is it okay for your parents to have dinner here two nights in a row? They don't say anything about it?" I questioned him.

"It's fine. I told them I was helping an elderly person living on his own as a part-time job. I also told them he was lonely because his family was living far away, so I stayed with him until he went to bed."

"Am I an elderly person?"

"I don't know how long they'll believe it though."

"When you pay your dad's debt off, things may not be the same."

"Yeah, I already paid the half."

"Already?"

"Yeah. Oh, that reminds me." Kurt took out an envelope from his bag and gave it to me. There were six one-hundred-dollar bills in there.

"What's this?"

"I'm sorry, Blaine. I took $1,900 from you, but I didn't deduct the $600 I earned for the escort job from the total. Because I was supposed to have sex with you for that amount of money back then, I wanted you to fuck me as many times as possible and I couldn't tell you. So I'll give this back to you."

"Did you get $600 only for two times?"

"Yeah."

"That explains why the service is so expensive."

"And it's a posh company too. I was surprised to find out a customer was a high school student."

"Sebastian told me about it and gave me a flyer. He spends money lavishly."

"I'm happy that you were the one who called."

"Yeah … It turned out well."

"I mean it, Blaine. I'm really happy."

My heart beat a bit faster at that.

"But if my dad finds out about it, he'll punch me in the face. I'll prepare for that."

"You shouldn't have picked a risky job."

"But I met you because of this job."

"Right. But If your dad punches you, I'll join you too."

"It'd be kind-of hot if we both are beaten up together."

"That's not funny, Kurt."

While we were having dessert, I remembered about a guy I saw in the hallway today at McKinley. "Hey, do you know a guy with large jowls, wearing a jock jacket?"

"Large jowls? Is that Dave?" Kurt asked, thinking who I was talking about.

"Dave?"

"David Karofsky. He's my friend."

"He was staring at you walking down the hallway."

"Was he? You're quick-eyed, Blaine."

I knew he wasn't telling me everything.

I urged him with my gaze to talk more.

"When I wasn't seeing you, I was feeling blue and he cheered me up. We hadn't talked before then, but he told me that he talked to me because I looked depressed."

I sensed only a bad feeling.

"He became empathetic, and …"

I narrowed my eyes.

"You won't get mad?" Kurt worried.

"I don't know. Try me."

"P - Please don't get mad."

"Talk." I thought I sensed what was coming.

"He told me his feelings about me. Of course I turned him down right away. But ..."

"Did he kiss you?" I said what I thought would come next from the context.

Kurt looked down.

"Can I throw this plate?!" I snatched a plate of the main dish.

"N - No! That plate is very expensive! Maybe you don't know and just use it, but it is!"

Was he really worried about the price of the plate now? Fuck! That bear asshole! So annoying!

My dark feelings were creeping up.

I couldn't keep cool and slammed the napkin down on the table, leaving to the living room before I'd finished the food.

"Blaine!"

I plonked on the couch and lit up a cigarette.

Kurt hurried to follow me to sit down next to me. "I'm sorry. I couldn't do anything, it was so sudden."

"You should've been guarded when he told you that he liked you!"

"I didn't expect he would kiss me."

"Are you shitting me? Why are you so carefree? Because you opened yourself up, he kissed you!"

"You kissed countless boys but get mad at me because I was kissed one time?"

"You're my boyfriend, Kurt! Why is it wrong for me to get mad? I can't fucking believe this!"

I inhaled the smoke in deep drags a few times to shorten it's length. The ash almost fell and I quickly snuffed out the cigarette in the ashtray.

I knew it wasn't something Kurt wanted.

But thinking that bear asshole also tasted the feeling on the lips that only I knew made my blood boil.

Kurt kissed my cheek, pinching the hem of my shirt. "Karofsky kissed me but I found out something."

"What is it? Is it that kissing with other guys ain't so bad?"

"No. I found out that I don't feel anything if not with you, Blaine." Kurt straddled my legs and sat there.

He cupped my face with both hands, pulling me towards him for a small kiss. "I love your soft lips."

Sucking my upper lip, he licked the line of my mouth, using the tip of his tongue. He repeated the action on my lower lip.

His breathing became a bit hot. "When I kiss you, I can't. It feels so good and … I feel like I wanna do more." He kept kissing me. "I feel like this only when I'm with you, Blaine."

"You have a boner, Kurt."

"Because I'm feeling good. Of course I get hard." Kurt ground his hips down against mine. "Only you. I want only you, Blaine. If someone kisses me, it's just a skin contact."

His hips kept moving, turning me on.

"So, please forgive me … don't get mad." Kurt kissed me again, hands on the both sides of my cheeks.

It was like he was begging, slowly at first, and then fiercely tangling his tongue with mine, sometimes sucking my lips.

"Blaine didn't play with anyone all that time." he made a whimpering noise with each repetition of the kiss. "I won't do it again."

Fuck, Kurt looked so cute even when he was crying. I wanted to see him like this for a little bit longer, wondering what else he had to say.

His nose was red, eyelashes were wet. And he still looked adorable.

As he took my silence as anger, he was kissing me desperately, until he found me smirking. Oops.

"Blaine … You're smirking. You aren't mad anymore?"

"No. I was just enjoying the situation, looking at you like that."

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay. I'm sorry too that I got frustrated. I can't play it cool when it comes to you."

Kurt held me tight and I wrapped my arms around his back and held him back just as tight, nuzzling my nose into the crook of his neck.

A new feeling rushed through my body. And I said -

"I love you."

Kurt tightened his arms around me. "You said you loved me … Oh my God, I can die now."

"Don't. We've just started dating."

"Kissing with Karofsky wasn't too bad after all."

"Hey! You said kissing with other guys wasn't good!"

"It resulted in your 'I love you.' Oh my God, you said 'I love you'! I really can die."

That declaration seemed to make Kurt really happy and he was smiling like an idiot in my lap.

Overreacting Kurt made me think I was really loved by him.

Kurt's face abruptly changed.

"What's wrong?"

"Rachel said it too, but you look at me with a very sweet face, like a prince."

"Who refused, saying I wasn't one?"

"You might not know, but it's like you love me so much."

"Is it? I guess I can express my emotions on my face now."

"I'm slowly changing you." Kurt smiled.

"Nick told me I changed too much."

"You used to be harsh and not to show your feelings."

"Being apart from you taught me a lesson." As I made a snorting laugh, Kurt kissed me again.

"Blaine …"

"What?"

His eyes were getting dark and shiny with lust.

"Fuck me."


To Be Continued.