A/N: Well, I'm officially a college graduate, with degrees in Psychology and Italian Studies. I cannot wrap my mind around this concept but maybe it'll hit me at some point. Oh, and the world, as it would appear, has not ended, as predicted, so in celebration of both these events, I bring you the longest (and smuttiest) chapter thus far of my lil' story. After posting my last chapter, I couldn't get these two boys out of my head (though Darren really isn't ever out of my head. I mean, honestly.) and I was writing like a fiend. Also, disclaimer about the smut: so I've written smut before, some of it filthy, but I didn't want that for these two. Like the rest of my story, I wanted it to be romantic, and gentle, and just KLAINEBOWS. So I hope that's how it comes off. Let me know in the reviews!

Oh, and because people were asking me about that class I went to that was taught by Darren: No, Glee or YouTube, or magazines, or anything else DOES NOT do this man justice. I can honestly say that I've never seen a more beautiful man in my life. And he's a giant sweetheart. I'll never forget that day for as long as I live. Sigh. :)

Spero che vi piaccia! (I hope you like it!)

"Do you want to come in for a little bit?" Blaine asked as Kurt pulled up to the Dalton gates. He wasn't as nervous as he thought he'd be when he asked Kurt to come to his room, considering he already told him he loved him, and to his utter bliss, was loved in return. He couldn't say he planned for anything that had happened on their first date, besides his serenade, but despite the encounter with that homophobe, it was turning out to be a night he would not soon forget.

Kurt blushed slightly and rubbed his thumb along the back of Blaine's hand before responding with a soft, "Okay." He had seen enough chick flicks and romantic comedies to know what ultimately happens following the request to come inside. Was he ready for that? Again, everything had happened so fast with Blaine and, up till now, the progression to each step seemed flawless and right. But was he ready to sleep with Blaine, to make love to him if it led to that?

Both boys walked up the stone steps and pushed open the large oak doors that led into Blaine's dorm hall, the campus pretty much silent save for the sound of the leaves rustling along the drive. Their footsteps echoed along the marble floor, and they continued silently up the curving staircase, their hands never separating. At last they reached Blaine's room, Blaine taking a deep breath before opening the door. He flipped on a switch and the room was illuminated, revealing a nice-sized, single room, occupied only by a double bed against the far wall, a beautifully carved mahogany desk in one corner, and a small but well-equipped entertainment consol in the other. As Kurt stepped in, he took in the room, noting that a small area in the middle was set up with an easel and canvas, art supplies scattered around the floor surrounding it. He then noticed the electric guitar and keyboard set up under a glossy poster of the Colosseum, a few feet away, where Blaine was now setting down his acoustic guitar's case. Kurt smiled. This room was definitely Blaine's.

"So," Blaine asked awkwardly, not sure how to proceed now that Kurt had agreed to come to his room. "What do you want to do?" He had to admit that he hadn't thought that far ahead, assuming that Kurt would've politely declined his offer. He clasped his hands behind his back and rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, causing Kurt to burst into a fit of giggles.

"You're too cute," Kurt said, seating himself at Blaine's art stool. Blaine stopped his rocking and brushed his hand lovingly along Kurt's cheek.

"You're too beautiful," he said with a smile. They stood there for a minute, both silently drinking in the sight of the other, before Kurt snapped out of his trance and picked up one of Blaine's pastels.

"Draw me something," Kurt finally said, and Blaine raised his adorably triangular eyebrows in surprise.

"I can do that," he said with a grin, seating himself at his stool that Kurt had suddenly vacated. "What do you want me to draw?"

Kurt's heartbeat quickened and a part of him couldn't believe what he was about to do. Not that he hadn't done this before, but that was under entirely different circumstances.

"Me," he said softly, staring into Blaine's eyes, hoping he understood what he meant. When Blaine didn't say anything, Kurt began slipping off his jacket and vest, and undid the first few buttons of his shirt. Inhaling deeply, it dawned on Blaine what Kurt meant, and he suddenly felt a rush of excitement wash over his body. His eyes were glued to Kurt as he continued to undress, oh so slowly, driving Blaine absolutely mad with want. Kurt's fingers trembled as he removed pieces of clothing, and he stopped when he was reduced to nothing but his boxer-briefs. He didn't know why he'd stopped, considered Blaine had seen him completely nude twice before, but this was entirely different. This was just the two of them. And they were in love with each other.

"Kurt, you don't have to do this," Blaine said, reassuring Kurt that he needed only to go as far as he was comfortable and that he was safe with Blaine.

"I want to," Kurt said, his fingers hooked into the waistband of his underwear. He slipped his briefs down and Blaine could not help but whimper and he drank him in, Kurt's body letting off a soft glow in the light of Blaine's desk lamp. It was just like the first moment Blaine had laid eyes on Kurt, only this time, they were alone, in Blaine's room, and both had the knowledge that they were loved by the other.

Kurt lay down on Blaine's bed, unsure of how Blaine wanted him to pose. Waiting a bit for Blaine to regain the functioning of his extremities, he finally cleared his throat, which helped Blaine snap back to reality.

"How do you want me?" Kurt said, not realizing that his statement had flared up some not-so-innocent scenarios in Blaine's mind.

After a second, Blaine responded, "Umm, yeah, erm, well, turn your upper body a little towards me," Kurt turned slightly, "Right. Now lay your left arm across your forehead, yeah, no angle it a little more, yeah like that, then rest your right hand on your stomach, just above your bellybutton. Yeah, that's good," Blaine finished. Suddenly Kurt let out a chuckle as he was reminded of a certain movie scene, and laughed even harder as Blaine watched him with a quizzical eye.

"I'm ready for you, Jack Dawson," Kurt said in between laughs, and Blaine couldn't help but join in. Yes, this was quickly turning into the famous nude scene in Titanic. Except Kate Winslet had absolutely nothing on Kurt Hummel. Of this Blaine was certain.

Inhaling, Blaine picked up a pastel and began outlining Kurt's form, blending the color with the pad of his fingers with each swipe. His breath was shallow and raspy, as he was trying to calm himself down. He found that if he ignored the fact that he and Kurt were alone in his bedroom and imagined that he was back in his art class, he could focus on drawing and push aside the knot of arousal that was settled deep in his stomach.

Kurt adored watching Blaine draw. It was as though Blaine completely shut himself off and focused himself solely on his art and his model. Kurt didn't want to interrupt the comfortable silence of the room, and so amused himself by staring intently at Blaine, mentally checking through everything he loved most about him. After about ten minutes, Kurt gave up, realizing that the word everything was all that was needed to describe what he loved about Blaine. He grinned to himself and looked across the room to his lover, who was smiling back at him, his hand hovering above the canvas as he paused his work just to stare at Kurt.

"You okay?" Blaine asked into the quiet, and Kurt stretched his back a bit before nodding.

"How's it looking?" Kurt asked, flexing his fingers.

"Well, I decided a while ago that it's pretty much impossible to draw you because you're too perfect," he said with a slight frown as he looked at his work, "but I guess it could be worse."

Kurt rolled his eyes playfully and laughed, his chest moving up and down with each breath. Time continued to pass, and Kurt suddenly felt himself get very sleepy in response to the peacefulness of Blaine's warm room, his eyes beginning to flutter closed of their own accord. He would snap them open in an effort to stay awake but finally gave up and allowed himself to succumb, almost forgetting that he was supposed to be posing.

Blaine had been preoccupied blending the colors he'd chosen for Kurt's skin, a mix of snow white, soft peach, and a rose pink, so he hadn't realized Kurt had fallen asleep until he looked up and saw his arm that had been resting on his stomach now flopped over the side of his bed. His heart swelled as he listened to Kurt's breathing and he couldn't resist padding over to his bed and pressing his lips against Kurt's forehead. Deep in sleep, Kurt crinkled his nose and smiled faintly at Blaine's touch and Blaine thought his heart was about to burst out of his chest. Grabbing a blanket, he carefully climbed over Kurt to lie between him and the wall, and wrapped the blanket around both of them before nestling himself against Kurt's naked back.

Kurt pressed against Blaine behind him, reveling in the warmth of his body. He sighed in his sleep as Blaine began peppering his neck and shoulders with gentle nips and kisses, his teeth grazing ever-so-slightly along his skin. Kurt let out a soft moan and his eyes fluttered open, his need to sleep suddenly leaving him as fast as it had come. Turning over to face Blaine, he closed what little space between them remained and kissed him, trying with everything he had to convey how much he adored him into that kiss. Blaine responded in kind, his hand sliding along the curve of Kurt's back and resting at the slight dip above his ass. Maneuvering himself on top of Blaine, he moved his mouth to Blaine's neck, drowning in the heady, masculine scent of his lover, silently noting that he would never ever forget the delicious smell of him.

"Kurt," Blaine moaned, his grip on Kurt's back getting stronger, the pressure forcing their groins together, causing both of them to whimper at the contact.

"I want to feel you against me," Kurt whispered, fingering the hem of Blaine's shirt. Easing off of him a bit, Kurt watched with a fiery intensity as Blaine stripped off his shirt, revealing a plane of toned ridges across his chest and torso, his skin darker than his own and covered with a light smattering of dark hair. Kurt gasped.

"Oh Blaine," was all he could say, allowing his hands to wander over Blaine's pecs and slipping his index finger between the defined lines of his abs. He had no idea that's what Blaine looked like shirtless, though he really wasn't surprised. Blaine was perfect, inside and out. His fingers continued down to the waistband of Blaine's jeans, and Blaine caught his hands with his own.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Kurt?" he asked, knowing that pressuring Kurt into anything was the last thing he wanted to do.

"Blaine, I am so in love with you. I can't even remember my life before you and I want you to see that, to feel that. I want to make love to you," he whispered, and Blaine sucked in a breath. He released Kurt's hands that immediately recommenced undoing the button of Blaine's jeans, and he lifted his hips allowing Kurt to slip his pants and underwear off in one go.

Once both boys were naked, they stopped touching and contented themselves in just looking, Blaine never tiring of gazing upon Kurt's glowing white skin, and Kurt taking in Blaine's body for the first time, his eyes not knowing where to look first. Blaine felt his skin burn hot under Kurt's blazing stare and he busied himself with running his trimmed nails along Kurt's thighs. Shifting his hips a little, their groins met again, this time unencumbered by Blaine's jeans. Kurt yelped in surprise at the sensation, and ground his hips into Blaine, his lips reaching out for his lover's. Blaine's head fell back against the pillow, his breath hitching with the feeling of Kurt's lips on his and Kurt's cock rubbing up against his own. Feeling his release approaching, he gripped Kurt's hips and flipped him over, climbing on top of him, his lips reattaching themselves to Kurt's collarbone. He lapped a trail across Kurt's body, and blew a warm breath along his wet skin, watching with slight amusement as tiny goosebumps emerged in its wake.

"Mmm, Blaine," Kurt moaned, his hips bucking upwards in an effort to meet Blaine's again. Blaine continued his devouring of Kurt's body, mentally noting that Kurt tasted sweet. He couldn't tell exactly what he tasted of but all Blaine could think of was candy. He groaned his approval, and he almost reached his peak when Kurt released a sinful mewling sound as Blaine dipped his tongue into his bellybutton. Kurt had no idea how sensitive that seemingly innocent area could be.

"Blaine, I want…please…love me," Kurt begged, not even sure what he was saying. Reaching underneath his bed, Blaine pulled out a black shoebox, and tore the lid off, grabbing a small bottle and flipping open the cap. He poured some into his hands and rubbed them together, warming up the liquid and coating his fingers. Placing a gentle kiss on the inside of Kurt's thigh, he ran a finger along the crevice between Kurt's buttocks, stopping at his entrance.

"Are you ready?" Blaine breathed, noting how absolutely stunning Kurt looked underneath him, his body glowing with a thin layer of sweat.

"You…yes…love you…yes," Kurt babbled, and Blaine breached the tight ring of muscles, rubbing Kurt's hip soothingly as he hissed at the intrusion. Blaine moved slowly, silently begging for the pain to go away, for Kurt to feel nothing but pleasure, nothing but Blaine's love for him. At last his finger was all the way in and he waited for Kurt's signal before inserting another.

"M-more," Kurt whimpered into the silent room, and Blaine obliged him, pushing in another finger, hooking them slightly. Kurt's hips bucked upwards suddenly, and he cried out, letting Blaine know that he had found his prostate. Blaine brushed against it again, Kurt babbling nonsensical syllables and a single tear sliding down his cheek.

"Blaine," Kurt called out, and Blaine removed his fingers. He poured more of the liquid onto himself and leaned over Kurt, kissing the tip of his nose before gliding his lips along Kurt's. He caught Kurt's glorious blue eyes, willing himself not to blink as he began pushing into him, gasping at the tight heat of Kurt's body.

"Ti amo, tesoro," Blaine whispered, beginning to move gently in and out of Kurt, helping him adjust. Kurt clamped his hands behind Blaine's neck, their eyes never breaking contact, and he nodded against Blaine's forehead, indicating that it was okay for Blaine to speed up his movements. Cupping Kurt's face, Blaine picked up his pace slightly, groaning at the incredible feeling of being one with his muse. The muscles of Blaine's arms began to strain and ache, but he never stopped, his attention focused solely on the look of intense pleasure that was painted across his lover's face.

Kurt's eyes burned into Blaine's and he whimpered each time Blaine slid deeper inside him. Hooking his feet around Blaine's middle, he felt Blaine deeper still, hitting that electric bundle of nerves and he let out a loud and strangled moan that sent a shockwave through Blaine's body.

"I'm close," Blaine choked out, not wanting this moment to end, wanting to be with Kurt like this forever.

"M-me too," Kurt gasped, his fingers once again getting lost in the curls at the nape of Blaine's neck.

After two more thrusts of Blaine's hips, both boys were lost in a wave of the most intense pleasure they'd ever known, Blaine spilling inside of Kurt, and Kurt coming between them. Kurt arched his back off the mattress, his grip on Blaine's neck almost painful, before crashing back down, Blaine's full weight now collapsed on top of him.

"Love you," Blaine breathed, his muscles now reduced to a watery mass of flesh. He waited for a moment, watching intently at Kurt's sweat-soaked face, his eyes closed, and his mouth parted in the aftermath of their lovemaking. Slowly, Kurt's eyes fluttered open, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards in a sleepy, contented smile.

"Love you, too. So much," he said, the rest of his thought cut off by Blaine's lips that gently pressed to his. A wave of exhaustion washed over both of them, and grabbing the blanket that had been discarded earlier, Blaine pulled out of his lover and nestled himself against his body. They fit together perfectly. With this thought in mind, Blaine and Kurt allowed themselves a peaceful night's sleep, the best sleep either of them had ever had.