A/N: So, I'm sorry if this chapter is really confusing if I didn't break it up properly, there was a problem with transferring it from my phone (where I write it) and sending it to myself - because I had written so much all at once. It's complicated, but ugh - sorry if it's confusing. I had to break this into 2 parts, due to the amount of characters I could send myself, so the second part may be a bit short but it'll be posted soon after this. Thanks guys :)

It had been 2 weeks since Jake started at Dalton, 2 weeks of knowing Kurt Hummel and quickly becoming best friends. In those 2 weeks, Kurt's walls had been crumbling whenever he and Jake spoke, no matter if it was talking in person or on the phone or even via text. In those 2 weeks, Jake had started liking Kurt as more than just a pretty face, he had a personality that shined brighter than any star in the sky, he was admittedly falling hard and fast for his new friend. Also in those 2 weeks, George was getting angrier, his son had become instantly attached to a snobby prep school kid. He didn't like this new friend of Jake's, but his son would never know that.


Friday


"Hey Dad, can you come pick me up?"

"Of course, I'll be there in 10. Goodb-"

"Wait! Before you leave I need to ask you something." Jake shouted over his father quickly. George shifted in his seat at the kitchen table in their home.

"What is it, Jake?" He asked hesitantly.

"I um..I was wondering if Kurt could maybe come over this weekend, to hangout or something? Or if I could maybe go to his place." Jake asked quietly, silently waiting for a response from the man on the other line, but no response came. "Dad? You there?"

"You remember what happened the last time you had a-" George cleared his throat."- a friend over, don't you Jake?" The man finished with a dark tone, remembering the stupid child who had kissed his little boy. Jake scuffed his shoe against the dirt and gravel, turning slightly to look at Kurt who was watching the boy in anticipation. Kurt smiled and stuck a thumb up and made a questioning gesture with his other hand. Jake pressed his lips together and shrugged, turning back away from Kurt.

"Yeah, I remember." He softly replied, hoping his friend couldn't hear him.

"You know that isn't aloud in this house."

"I know, I know. I promised that wouldn't happen again, you know I'm sorry. It's not like that with Kurt, okay? Please? I just want to hangout with my friend, like a normal teenager." Jake pleaded to George through the phone. The man rubbed his eyes before replying slowly.

"You really want this?"

"Yes! Yes, please, Dad! Seriously, can I?" Jake exclaimed, turning to Kurt with a wide grin across his face.

"Fine, you can hang out, but he's coming here." George begrudgingly replied to the excited boy who cheered loudly in his ear.

"Thanks Dad, I love you and I'll see you when you get here, bye!" Jake rushed out before hanging up on the man. "I'm allowed!" Jake yelled as he jumped at Kurt, who let out a surprised yelp before laughing at how ridiculous the boy was acting. "Wait, what are we going to do? What do people do when they hangout with their friends?" Jake questioned, holding Kurt away at arms length.

"I don't know, watch movies? Talk? Facials?" Kurt offered. Jake gave him a wide eyed look, his jaw dropping open slightly in shock.

"Um.. F – facials?"

"You know, maybe an avocado mask or something." Kurt explained, watching Jake's face turn bright red, the blush spreading across his entire face.

"I've never had one of those before." Jake simply stated. Kurt's elegant eyebrow raised in surprise.

"No friend of mine will neglect their skin." Kurt pointedly said, gently studying Jake's skin. "Not that your skin is in dire need of it, just looking out for you in the future, you can never be too careful." Kurt finished, tapping Jake lightly on the tip of the nose.

"Okay, Kurt. You have complete supremacy in that situation, just don't take advantage of that."

"Who me? I would never do such a thing." Kurt joked lightly, over exaggerating with a roll of his crystal blue eyes and resting his hand over his heart.

Jake laughed wholeheartedly, he loved when Kurt fooled around and went outside of his prep schoolboy-esque box. Kurt, of course, was more advanced in French than Jake - who only stumbled his way through the language - and liked to frequently correct Mrs. Turemt whenever even a slight mistake was made. Jake thought that Kurt should teach the majority of the subjects they were taking at Dalton, except Math, Kurt was as fluent in Math as Jake was in French.

'That's why we match. We make up for each other's faults. He is the ever so perfect yin to my yang.' Jake thought, his eyes tracing over Kurt's side profile, trying to analyze every patch of milky white skin in sight.

"I think that's your Dad." Kurt stated, spotting a car far down the road. It was quickly approaching the school gates and traveling up the driveway. When it halted, it was a few meters away from the two. George waved at the two boys, motioning for them to get in.

"Come on, we're going to have so much fun." Jake squealed, pulling Kurt, who was desperately trying to stifle a giggle, toward the car.

Jake and Kurt both headed for the back seat of the car, Jake crossed in front of the car and began to reach for the back door handle. George's eyes followed Jake, making eye contact as the boy's hand hovered over the handle. The cold eyes motioned toward the front seat, Jake quickly moved to open the passenger seat door instead and swiftly swung himself gently inside. Kurt looked up to see Jake in the passenger side and gave him a questioning look.

'Why aren't you sitting with me?' Kurt mouthed at Jake, who quickly shot his eyes at his father and he shrugged slightly. He and Kurt would have all night to hangout, it really didn't matter if they were apart for at least 10 minutes. Jake turned to face forwards, looking to his dad in the corner of his eye.

"Hey Dad, this is my friend Kurt. Kurt, this is my Dad." Jake introduced with a small smile, he hoped if his father liked Kurt then he would get to spend more time with him.

"Hello, Mr. Williams. Pleased to finally meet you." Kurt said automatically.

"Hi Kurt, I'm glad I finally get to add a face to the description." George replied, staring at Kurt through the rear view mirror. "Well, guess we should get going, huh? So you two have time to uh..hangout." He continued as he pulled the car out of the driveway of Dalton, speeding toward their house. Once they arrived at Jake's house, Kurt was being tugged inside hurriedly by the shorter and excited teen. George followed silently behind them, watching as Jake showed Kurt around the house and into his room. "This is where all the magic happens." Jake spoke lightly, wiggling his eyebrows in Kurt's direction and caused the boy the laugh loudly. George bit his tongue, he'd let his son have his moment of fun, for now. It was a little after dinner while Jake was finishing the last of the dessert Kurt had made when George got the call.

"Hello? Yes, this is he. What? What do you mean I have to come in? I'm barely home for 2 hours and you call me back in?" George whispered harshly into the phone. Jake and Kurt quietly sat watching him pace the kitchen floor, Jake still slowly chewing the chocolate soufflé and glancing at Kurt with wide eyes. George stopped pacing and rubbed at his eyes, squeezing the bridge of his nose and opening his eyes to stare at the two teens at the table. "Can't you call someone else? Anyone else?" He asked in a defeated tone, then hanging his head once the negative reply rang in his ear. "I'll be there in 20. I'll see you then. Okay, bye."

"You're leaving?" Jake asked with his mouth still full, getting him a swat on the arm and disapproving look from Kurt. He swallowed loudly and refocused on his father.

"Yeah, the computers went down, apparently I'm the only one they could reach. I don't know how long it'll take, it sounds like everything short circuited and led to a lot more problems. You remember the rules, Jake. Keep the door lo-"

"Locked and don't answer it if someone knocks, don't answer the phone unless it's you and no leaving the house. I know, Dad." Jake interrupted with a smile, having heard the speech too many times before.

"Yeah, I know you know. I just want you safe. You and uh..."

"Kurt, Dad. His name's Kurt." Jake whispered, clearly embarrassed that his father didn't remember his friend's name.

"Right, Kurt. I hope you and Kurt have fun, but just remember all the rules." George replied, casting Jake a pointed look as he scooped up his jackets and keys, kissing the boy's head as he rushed toward the door. The lock sounded with a loud click in the silence of the house.

"So.." Kurt elongated awkwardly, attempting to break the silence.

"So, your dessert thingy was delicious. You probably already know that, but it's just a pleasant reminder. I'm sure everything you make is delicious, I can barely manage making hot water. My Dad said that my mom was a good cook, but I never knew her. I - I'm rambling, aren't I?" Jake spoke all in one breath, blushing deeply once he finished. "Yeah, just a bit." Kurt replied, winking lightly. "Do you.. um, wanna watch tv? I'm sure there must be something good on, if not we can watch one the movies in my room." Jake said, changing the topic quickly, jumping from the table and movie out into the living room. He swiftly moved around the room, gathering the remotes and turning the tv on while Kurt gently settled on the couch. Jake began flicking through the channels, frequently asking Kurt what he would rather watch. "How about...this one? It sounds good." Jake spoke while reading the movie summary, looking at Kurt with a shrug.

"Yeah, why not? I've heard some good things for some from my mother's girlfriends. There's a shirt less guy in it, I'm pretty sure at least. I'm not sure if middle aged women's standards are even remotely in tune with those of a gay male teen, but he's supposed to be hot."

"Oh, wait..your mom's friends? How often do you associate with middle aged women besides your mother?" Jake joked, turning to Kurt with a quirked eyebrow and a small grin.

"You'd be surprised." Kurt replied, giving Jake a blank look and gently nodding his head. Jake laughed gently as the movie began to play.

"Awe, look J! They did the Dirty Dancing lift. That lift, hell, that movie is my life." Kurt commented, watching the film intensely.

"What's Dirty Dancing?" Jake whispered after pausing the movie, knowing that Kurt would have a field day with the fact that he doesn't know the movie.

"Woah, what? How do you not know what Dirty Dancing is? How are you living right now? Everyone has seen that movie, Jake, everyone." Kurt blatantly replied, staring at Jake like he had three foreheads.

"I don't know, I just never have." Jake shrugged at Kurt, who still looked dumbfounded. Kurt shook his head after a minute, standing up and moving to the end of the couch.

"Come on, I'll show you."

"Show me? Show me what?"

"The lift, silly."

"I just watched them do it, Kurt. It's fine!" Jake laughed.

"I'm serious, get up and I'll show you what it feels like. I've seen it a million times. You need to try this at least once." Kurt tried to convince the boy, dancing slightly with a wide smile on his face.

"I don't know, you probably can't even lift me." Jake said in a playful tone, looking at Kurt and noticing how thin the boy was, he looked as if he'd be light as a feather.

"I so could! I'm not some weakling! Come on, live a little." Kurt replied in a mockingly hurt voice. Suddenly Jake jumped up, Kurt squealed loudly as Jake leaped toward him. Kurt's arms buckled halfway into catching the boy, sending them both falling to the ground.

Jake landed on Kurt, who's breath had been knocked from him. As he tried to catch his breathe, Kurt began to laugh loudly, it grew until it consumed Jake too. As they began to calm down and there laughter fading into light sporadic giggles, their noses brushed. The giggles died off until the house was completely quiet. The boys locked eyes, their eye lashes fluttering as both glanced at each other's lips. Jake's breathing was rapid as his heart began to beat faster, Kurt swallowing loudly at the tightness of his throat. Both began to lean forward uncontrollably, their lips brushing lightly before they surged forward.

It was harsh and messy, teeth clanging together with rushed movements as they sought to engulf one another. Jake's right hand moving towards Kurt's face, grasping lightly and pulling him even closer, his thumb ghosting over the boy's cheekbone. As Jake pulled away gently, Kurt's lips followed and planted a gentle peck on Jake's lips.

"You're good at that." Kurt whispered, his voice sounded rough and raspy.

"Kissing or falling?" Jake replied dumbly, sounding as if he was a million miles away.

"Kissing, you dork." Kurt replied with a bright smile, pulling Jake back down onto his lips again. There was a voice in the back of Jake's mind that was telling him to stop disobeying his father, but it was quickly snuffed out when he felt Kurt's tongue nudge against his lips. The kiss got deeper, Kurt's hand running up and down Jake's sides and tracing an unknown pattern through his button down.

They both pulled away once again, Kurt smiled up at Jake while staring into his dark eyes. Jake felt a light fluttering in his stomach, watching Kurt smile at him like that, it was too much. A smile slowly made its way up his face until his eyes were squinting and his nose was slightly scrunched up.

"Hi." Kurt whispered, staring into Jake's eyes.

"Hello, Mr. Hummel. Pleasant seeing you here." Jake whispered, tongue in cheek, trying to suppress his smile.

"You know what? You're mean." Kurt whispered again, this time leaning their noses together.

"You're crushing me, it's an unfair advantage on your part. If we're going to continue this, I need all the oxygen I can get."

"Continuing this, you say? That's an absolute preposterous idea, I reject it. Completely terrible and offside." Jake spoke with a mockingly posh accent, making him sound ridiculous as he stood up. He slowly began backing away. "I've never.." He began to turn his back to Kurt."..In all my years.." Jake began to run from the living room, speeding up as Kurt scrambled off the floor to chase after him. "Heard such a bad ide- AH!" Jake screamed as Kurt caught his waist and swung him into his room. His knees hit the bed after Kurt walked him even farther, his sides moving violently with laughter as Kurt tickled him.

"You are the biggest pain in my ass. You should be careful, I may just decide to have my way with you." Kurt said, squirming his fingers where he could, pressing their foreheads together. He felt Jake's hot breath puffing out against his mouth as his fingers stilled. Jake flopped down onto his bed, Kurt lowering himself over the boy so that he was straddling his hips.

"What are you going to do now? What was it..have your way with me?" Jake questioned with a smirk, spurring Kurt on.

"Yes, now I've got you just where I want you." Kurt breathed into Jake's ear, gently pinning his hands to the bed.

"And what exactly does that entail, Mr. Hummel?" Jake asked in a hushed voice, shivering with every breath of warm air near his ear.

"It could involve some very intimate acts, maybe even removal of a layer or two. Is that...acceptable?" Kurt replied, moving to look into the boy's eyes once again, searching for any doubt.

"Perfectly acceptable." Jake whispered, closing his eyes and leaning up toward Kurt. Their lips meeting with a gentle moan in contentment seeping through Jake's lips. Nothing mattered more than this, being with Kurt in such an intimate way and having these feelings surging through his veins. He never wanted it to stop, he would give anything for it to last forever. Kurt's hands slipped down Jake's arms, lips still sealed together.

Kurt slid his finger slowly across Jake's neck, brushing just light enough to feel, tracing over his adam's apple and let his finger snag onto Jake's collar. Kurt unbuttoned the shirt slowly to cause Jake's impatience to become unbearable. Jake broke the kiss, quickly flipping Kurt onto his back as he tried to unbutton the rest of his shirt, throwing it beside the bed once the last button slipped from its place. Kurt's eyes widened, neither moved as he lifted his hands to brush lightly across Jake's torso.