A/N: so i got some feedback about this becoming all about sex i totally agree so i promise to steer away from that in the coming chapters. obviously it will come up and all of the topics that i wanted to address in the beginning of this story will still work their way in. i'm just going to add some other stuff in between that will hopefully round out their relationship a bit more.
anyways, i already had this chapter written before the feedback came so there is still quite a bit of sex talk in it. i think it sets up some future alternative intimate activities quite well though so i'm just going to let it be.
i hope everyone is still enjoying this and feel free to send me your thoughts
Katie

"So, how was New Haven?" He asked his roommate as she waked in the door late Sunday afternoon rolling her pink suitcase behind her.

"Really great," she beamed as she walked through the living room to her bedroom, presumably to unpack. Kurt got up from his seat on the couch to follow. After Blaine had left incredibly early that morning to catch his flight back to Ohio, he had felt very alone in the empty apartment. He always built up a tolerance of sort when he was away from his boyfriend for a long period of time but that damn always crumbled after seeing the boy and he would have to begin again from square one when they inevitably parted ways. "We had a spa day and she showed me around campus. It's amazingly gorgeous and she seems to love it. Oh and we took a note from your book and watched horror movies on Valentine's Day. That was actually a terrible idea because apparently we're both wimps. We ended up staying up all night talking and stuff because we were too scared to sleep." Kurt could not contain his laughter at this. "Stop it!" Rachel commanded as she turned to where he had perched himself on her bed to glare at him. She was soon fighting back giggles herself though and so she gave up on scolding him and went back to sorting clothes as she took them out of her suitcase. "Quinn says hi by the way oh and she wants details about your weekend. How was that by the way?" She asked with what he though was a knowing smirk. In reality though, she had no clue.

"It was perfect. I forget how much I miss him sometimes and I had planned to show him around a bit but after the first night of cuddling, I didn't want to leave the apartment," he answered wistfully as his mind wandered back to the few previous days.

"Just cuddling?" Kurt was snapped out of his pleasant daydream by the implication. Tainted questions like these, asked under the guise of innocent gossip, had always made Kurt tense. He had become used to brushing them off ever since he and Blaine had begun dating but he still really wished his friends would quit being so nosey. Every time it was brought up, it just reminded him of the striking difference between him and the rest of the world and caused him to briefly question if Blaine remained okay with it all now that they were a little older and it was all a little more expected.

"That's none of your business," he responded in a light hearted manner that made it seem that maybe they had done something more than just cuddle. Usually an answer of this nature would be sufficient provided there was a swift topic change afterwards. When Rachel Berry was involved, all he had to do was turn the spot light back on her and she would soak it right up. "Any cute guys in New Haven worth kidnapping and bringing back?"

"No. I mean there were some cute ones. Quinn pointed out a few that she had her eye on but none of them were worth doing jail time for. And don't change the subject. I know Quinn's invite was a plan cooked up by that Warbler of yours to get rid of me so two could have some alone time so spill." It seemed as if Rachel was not budging this time.

"I'm not discussing my sex life with you," he chuckled out. His desperation for this conversation to end was masked by a forced laugh and smile.

"Why not? I'm your best friend," she whined back. "And it's not like you're going to shock me or anything. I have two gay dads, remember? I know how stuff works." Rachel stated in a way that was far too matter-of-fact for the situation.

"Because, there's nothing to tell," he answered a little too quickly and a little too adamantly while avoiding eye contact with his persistent roommate.

"Oh, no. Did something happen? Did you guys have a fight? Was it awkward and stuff since you haven't seen each other in a while?" The girl asked with far too much concern as she dropped a sweater back into her suitcase and took a seat next to him on the bed. Kurt buried his face in his hands in both frustration and a need to escape. Talk about sex had always put him on edge and now that he was the center of the discussion, the disturbing images of him actually having sex with Blaine crawled into his head and made everything worse.

Suddenly, a beacon of hope rang out from the back pocket of his skinny jeans. He hastily pulled out his phone, eager to answer and willing to listen to whatever sales pitch the telemarketer of East Indian decent had to offer up. Reality proved better however, as the screen lit up with an image of him and his boyfriend taken two summers prior.

"It's Blaine," he exclaimed as he jumped off Rachel's bed and headed for his own room. "He must have landed." He pressed the green answer button and closed his bedroom door. "Hey. How was the flight?"

"Decent. I already miss you though," Blaine answered in a mock petulant whine that held just enough truth to send a warm tingle down his spine.

"Noooo," he whined back. "Don't start with that yet. I can't handle heart ache on top of everything else."

"What happened?" There was a curious chuckle to his voice.

"Ugh, just Rachel being nosey about our weekend. She's insisting that there was more than just cuddling because we were alone and it was Valentine's Day and that she deserves details because she's the best friend and she played her part by going to visit Quinn," he sighed out.

"Hahaha, yeah that sounds like Rachel. What did you tell her?"

"Nothing. You interrupted the conversation. I've been trying to avoid giving a definite answer either way but she's clearly not satisfied."

"Well you know you're well within your right to tell her to buzz off right?"

"Yes, I know. I've been on the brink but I'm afraid that'll make her suspicious."

"So telling her we're waiting for marriage."

"Are you kidding? There is no way I can get away with a religious construct. She's to recipient of all my religious rants these days."

"You realize marriage itself is a religious construct," Blaine stated with an amused chuckle.

"Not helpful!"

"Well why don't you feed her the answer she's fishing for. Make up something steamy but romantically cheesy with candles and flowers and all the jazz. Oh and don't forget to make me look good."

I can't do that!" Kurt stated in horror. "Just listening to Rachel speculating is torture."

"I could help. It could be our thing. Make up our sexual history together to satisfy others curiosity. That actually sounds kinda fun," Blaine replied in a tone far too cheery for his liking.

"You already have this worked out don't you?"

"Would that bother you?"

"I guess not? I thought it would have but I'm actually sorta curious now," he admitted cautiously.

"Yeah?"

"Oh god, you're way too excited about this," he answered with an eye role that he hoped Blaine could sense through the phone.

"Please, Kurt," the other whined.

"Okay but I still don't know if I'll be able to recount this to Rachel but we can try," Kurt relented. "You have to start though."

"Deal! Okay, so would this have been our first time?"

"Oh, um, I don't know," he replied a little taken aback by the question. How was he supposed to know what he and his boyfriends relationship looked like to everyone else when everyone else had such different expectations than himself. "What do you think?"

"I don't think it would have been," Blaine replied. "I'm pretty certain that I've been...well, that I've, you know, been... um, ready since the summer so my guess is that it would have happened towards the end, maybe as a goodbye of sorts. This weekend would have been our third or fourth time because we've still been reserving it for special occasions. And because it's still new, it would have been exciting but still very sweet and gentle." Blaine started off at little hesitant but Kurt could hear his voice grow surer as he spoke.

"Should it concern me that that was so easy for you to come up with?"

"Please don't let it. It's like the other night. There are just going to be things that I cannot help."

"Okay. Can we say all the other times happened at your house?" Even though he consented to this there was still going to be boundaries. His bed was one of them.

"Sure. That makes more sense anyways since my parents are always gone. Now, for this weekend, most of it would have been the same. I still would have picked you up after class with coffee and we still would have made dinner and watched a movie. Afterwards though, you would have jumped in the shower quickly because it was a long day at school and I would have started making your room fit for a prince."

"Could you have moved the blanket and pillows to the floor?"

"You have a thing about it not being in your bad huh?" Blaine asked, curiously amused.

"Yeah, I don't know. I would just prefer if we kept this away from there."

"Anything you wish. Do want candles and rose petals?"

"That seems a little unnecessary," he sighed and even though he agreed with his words there was a large part of him that did want the candles and rose petals."

"Nonsense! Besides, I still have all those candles from your phantom of the opera performance that never happened."

"So you flew them all out here with you?" he asked with a snarky bite.

"Are you kidding? There are like hundreds. I mean maybe if you were an actual prince or something then maybe but otherwise I think that's overkill. Your worth about twenty or so," Blaine deadpanned.

"Har har," he sighed back good naturedly.

"Yes and I would place those candles all around your room and light them and turn off the lights so there was only the warm glow from the small flames. I'd spread the rose petals overs the blanket on the ground, as per requested, and then after your shower you'd walk into the room in your boxers and my Dalton hoodie and you'd smile that shy smile of yours that you get when i pull away from a kiss too early and you still want more, cuddling into my open arms."

Kurt could feel a warm flush traveling up his cheeks at Blaine's words and it simply intensified as he admitted in a mumble to not actually owning any boxers.

"Wait, really?" Blaine asked in surprise. "What do you wear then?" Kurt could feel his cheeks warm at the question but answered anyways.

"Boxer briefs." His voice was shy and quiet. There was a pause in which he swore Blaine's breathing had become deeper but he chose to ignore that.

"Do you want to wear those or maybe a pair of my boxers since you're already in my hoodie?"

"No, I-I'll just wear my own," flushing at both the thought of wearing his boyfriend's underwear as well as the image of himself in his. He pushed past it though. This was just Blaine. He could do this with Blaine. "Can we dance first?"

"You want to dance?"

"Yeah, like slow dancing at prom where you just sway in an endless circle."

"I like that," Blaine stated wistfully. "Who leads?"

"You," he answered softly, falling back onto his bed and snuggling up to one of his pillows. "You're always the lead." The image of his head cradled on his boyfriend's shoulder with the other's resting gently on his. His arms were wrapped tightly but not tensely around the boys neck, his fingers toying with the curls that, in his mind had been left loose. Blaine's arms were wrapped around his waist in return, his hoodie maybe riding up slightly from his boyfriend's hands, holding him close and keeping him safe as he guided them in a slow spin in the dim room bathed in the candle flicker and the light scent of a sweet rose. He could not help but want that very scene to appear before him and to really be apart of it instead of just imagining it. It seemed wonderfully romantic and intimate. "Would you really do all that for me?" He asked in a shy voice.

"In a heartbeat."

"Why haven't you then?" He asked already knowing the answer.

"Oh, I um... I guess that it's just that it's been in my head as a lead up to more," the other answered, his voice riddled in guilt.

"Next time we're together maybe we should try it?"

"Okay," Blaine breathed in an almost whisper. "I promise. I'll even light twenty-five candles."

"That sounds amazing."

"Good. Now, should we continue with the other night?"

"What else is there?" He asked in hesitation.

"I can guarantee you she'll ask who topped. If there was anything, this would be the one you could get away with not answering but it'll come up nonetheless."

"Yeah, definitely skipping that one," he squeaked out, eyes threatening to pop out of his head.

"Alright," Blaine chuckled, obviously amused by his discomfort. "I guess all that's left is the falling asleep in a state of blissful delirium and a tangle of sweaty limbs."

"We should stay on the floor, like in 'The Notebook' and I get to be the little spoon like always."

"Done!"

"You think it'll work?"

"I think it's worth a shot. Try not to worry about it too much. I know Rachel's your best friend but really, her opinion does not matter and like I said earlier, you don't need to tell her anything." As Blaine finished, there was a knock on his door.

"Kurt, I'm going to go grab a piece of cake from that coffee place. You coming?" Rachel called through the closed door.

"Yeah, just let me say goodbye to Blaine."

"K," she called back.

"Hey Blaine? I gotta go. Rach and I are going to grab coffee so we'll see how this little story goes over."

"I should probably get going too. I need to get home at some point. Have fun though and don't stress out about it."

"I won't, I promise," he answered with a smile. "Wait, where are you?"

"I'm sitting in my car in the airport parking lot."

"Blaine!"

"What? You're not allowed to talk and drive at the same time," the other responded innocently

"You could have called me back," he mock scolded.

"Too late," Blaine stated cheerily. "Now go hang out with Rachel."

"I love you."

"Love you too, KK."