Chapter 10

Somehow, even in the dreary grey winter weather, the colours of the McKinley lockers stood out more vibrant than ever, the sound of bustling students and shouting jocks sounded sweeter, even the smell of dried slushie on my jacket wasn't as sickly as usual. Now that Blaine and I were officially together, there was nothing that was going to get in the way of my happiness. To add to my delight, Karofsky and some of his cronies had been caught setting fire to some trash bags in the school grounds and had earned themselves a three-week suspension. So with only a minute number of jocks to avoid, I was free to gush and blab to anyone that would listen.

"I'm so happy for you!" Mercedes exclaimed suddenly in the cafeteria as we tucked into our lunches. (Hers consisted predominately of tots, mine a Caesar salad – I did have a reason to watch my figure now.) I smiled, stretching the grin that had been plastered across my face for most of the day almost to my ears. I chewed on my mouthful and marvelled at how even my taste suddenly seemed better now.

"Tell me again how it all happened." Man I loved this girl. Swallowing quickly I put my hands on the table and moved my head in closer.

"Well it was my fault it didn't happen sooner – I guess I just thought it was impossible that somebody as good as Blaine would actually like me – but I did make some pretty bad decisions." I glanced down at my hand, which was now beginning to heal, but still looked like I'd attacked it with a chainsaw. "And so, I got back home in floods of tears to see him standing there, even after all I'd put him through, and he kissed me! Oh Gaga Mercedes I am the luckiest guy on the planet!" We both giggled excitedly before Mercedes' face dropped.

"Oh, code red code red!" Quick as a flash we erected the wall of textbooks we had on standby, bending down towards our meals as if they were the most interesting things in the room. A few seconds passed before either of dared to take a peek.

"All clear." I knew it was childish, but I didn't think I was quite ready to confront Rachel yet. Especially when sectionals were only a week away. Oh jeez, sectionals.

"What are you going to do?" I paused, wondering if Mercedes had been reading my mind.

"Honestly? I have no idea." It was the best problem I'd ever had in my life.

Finn had another surprise football practice that evening, but I wouldn't have waited for him even if he had been on time. All the way home I clutched my phone, reading the text over and over again.

Hey beautiful. I think I need a bit more help with my sectional solo – fancy being my teacher? I'll be over at 5.

I flew off the bus faster than I ever had before, my feet pounding the pavement until I reached home and flung the door open.

Dad was back at work fully recovered from his man flu now, so I had the house completely to myself. Excellent. The living room had been left in a complete state, so I set about rearranging it, (I was looking forward to the day Carole came back from visiting her friends in Cali – it was hard to keep up a cleanliness routine on your own.) glancing up at the clock every few minutes.

4:40pm

4:45pm

4:50pm

4:55pm

I guess I should have expected that Blaine would be exactly on time. Almost to the second – I'd been perched on the edge of the sofa with one eye on the window and one on the second hand. When the doorbell rang my heart lurched into my stomach and I almost fell over in my hurried attempt to scramble to my feet. Checking my hair one more time in the mirror as I passed and taking a very very deep breath, I opened the door. And there he was, in his shining, uniformed glory. For a second I struggled to breathe.

"Hi." I said meekly, my face going crimson. Blaine laughed

"Hi." And then he stepped forward and planted one on me. Right in the doorway.

"Blaine! Blaine!" I exclaimed, the sound muffled by his mouth on mine. I pushed him away, but not enough to break bodily contact. "I do have neighbours you know!"

"So?" He actually looked confused.

"We should probably go inside." I replied, lowering the volume of my voice to try and make it sound a little more alluring. Blaine grinned, linking his hand with mine.

"Ok, lead the way."

As I took us both inside my heart was racing at a million miles an hour. Blaine had only been in my house twice and that was before we'd been romantically involved (our previous make-out session didn't count, as we weren't officially dating then. And it certainly hadn't been planned.) Hell, I'd never even been romantically involved with a boy before – let alone allowed him into my abode. Completely alone. I paused by the now immaculate living room, but spying the huge bay windows looking out onto the street and hearing Blaine's impatient breathing behind me, quickly continued towards the stairs.

"Ooh, I like where this is going" He said suggestively and I had to stop myself from choking. Ok, so now I was taking a boy I was romantically involved with up to my room. I almost felt sick at the prospect. We alighted the stairs quietly, our feet barely making any sound on the carpet and entered mine and Finn's embarrassingly messy room.

Once we were fully inside I turned to close the door, but Blaine was tired of waiting. He hit me like a wave, moving straight into a full on kiss that I hadn't been expecting, the hand that wasn't still holding onto mine wedging into my hair. With a quiet thunk the guitar that had been slung onto his back dropped to the floor and we stumbled around trying to find a surface to rest on, our mouths never breaking contact. When we eventually found the sofa (this was becoming quite a nice habit) I was thrown down and Blaine followed swiftly, desire burning in his eyes. I wrapped my arms round his neck, pulling him closer, closer still, our kisses earnest and passionate. As our tongues explored each other's mouths Blaine groaned and I followed suit, running my hands down his back towards the tops of his trousers…

With a gasp Blaine broke free. Both of us were panting like we'd just run a marathon, Blaine was holding himself up over me but his arms were shaking, all his energy seemingly sapped away.

"Woah." He said after about a minute, his voice still completely breathless.

"Woah." I could feel my cheeks beginning to tinge as I realised just how involved I'd got into the kiss – I didn't think I was quite ready to even think about taking our relationship to that stage, but obviously at that moment my hands had thought differently.

"Sorry." I added with a face. Blaine sighed sharply.

"Don't ever apologise for that Kurt, it was amazing."

"I just think we're going way too fast and I want to slow down, I don't know why I did that." I added hurridly. Blaine touched my face softly so I stopped talking.

"I know, I know. And I agree. I just missed you so much these past few days, I missed this." He let himself fall on me again, this time kissing me slower but still with the same intense passion. I melted into the sofa, my whole body filled with the purest of joys. Oh why oh why did my lungs have to be so small? I hated to stop for even a second. But sure enough our stamina couldn't last.

For a while afterwards we just lay together on the sofa, side by side, our noses touching in a way that was comforting and very pleasurable. Blaine stroked my face with that look in his eyes I'd seen at the Dalton Christmas Ball – it made me laugh how I'd not realised it's proper meaning then. There were no sounds other than ours – no whirring of a computer monitor or the buzzing of a light. Even the winter winds outside couldn't penetrate our bubble through the thick double glazed windows. It was only me and Blaine. It had only ever been us.

"Was it everything you thought it would be?" Blaine asked softly, his fingers tracing my cheekbones. I gave him a questioning look.

"Getting your first real boyfriend." I smiled, cupping his chin.

"Do you even have to ask?" Was my short reply, "It was everything and more."

"Well good, because I plan on keeping it that way." I figured we'd had enough time to rest, so abruptly swung myself on top of Blaine and began kissing him again, this time taking him by surprise. We were just getting back into the flow of things when suddenly the sound of something heavy hitting the ground alerted out attention.

Turning my head round to see what the problem was I immediately swore under my breath. Finn was standing in the doorway, his football helmet and Spanish books splayed out across the floor from when he'd dropped them in shock. The look on his face was one I never wanted to see again.

"Football practice wasn't on, I came home and…" He mumbled, his mouth not really moving from its open gormless position. I sprang up from Blaine and shot him a quick warning glance to show he should do the same – he looked almost amused but still followed orders, smoothing his hair back into its neat side parting. Oh jeez – my first time alone with my boyfriend in my room and we were busted by my stepbrother.

"Um…I…Blaine…" I tried to explain but the words wouldn't come out. To make things worse Blaine smiled and said hi, causing my face to turn an even deeper shade of scarlet.

"I was just getting some tuition from Kurt," he began, his voice strained either from embarrassment or suppressing laughter, "on some, ahem, songs."

"PLEASE don't tell Dad!" I pleaded, realising there was no way we were going to be able to talk ourselves out of this situation. Finn rapidly shook his head.

"Oh no, I am not going to tell ANYBODY about this." His eyes were still glazed as he bent down to hurriedly gather together his things, the helmet teetering dangerously when he rose again. "Um, I'm just, going to, Spanish homework…" And with that he darted out of the doorway faster than I'd ever seen him move. Well, if seeing his stepbrother doing the dirty was what got Finn to do his homework, I was going to have to invite Blaine round more often.

"That, was horrendous." I said, turning to him when I was finally sure Finn was out of hearing distance. He laughed, pulling me towards him again.

"All part of the experience – just thank Prada that it wasn't your Dad." My whole body cringed at even the thought and he laughed again.

"We really should probably do some work on my solo though, incase he does come back."

"Yeah, good idea." I reached over to grab Blaine's discarded guitar and chuckled at the thought of Finn staring wide-eyed at his textbooks downstairs. He certainly wasn't going to get any sleep tonight…