Disclaimer: Glee is a property of Ryan Murphy and Fox. This is only a translation, the story belongs to Dany de Criss who was so nice by letting me do this.

T/N: Just a quick note to say SMUT WARNING. I'm just letting you know in case you don't want to read it, it's not the act itself just like a heads up but I put an * when it's about to start and two ** when it's finished so you can read pass it.

And to the rest of you who are as twisted-minded as I am... enjoy! I'm not the best doing this but I did my best.

CHAPTER 9: Touch me.

16:00 P.M. Saturday.

Blaine woke up, with a half smile on his face. He remained a few seconds lying on his back looking at his ceiling, until his stomach demanded food and he got up to get something. As soon as he downstairs, he went to the kitchen, but heard voices arguing and he stood behind the door.

"The park is not an option, Thad, someone can see them," Jeff refused.

Blaine rolled his eyes, and swore himself to take his keys away from his friends.

"Well, I can't think of any other place, that was my last one in my kids list."

"That was your only brilliant idea, ass."

"Because that's the only place where Blaine can take his pet out without looking like a stalker."

Blaine moved closer to the door.

"Leaving all Thadeus' stupid comments aside, what do you think is happening between those two?"

"Whatever Blaine says, I know him like he's my brother and I can assure you he's desperate to fuck him," Nick said.

"You think Kurt will let him?" Wes asked.

"He's seventeen, of course he will," Thad said.

"Are you saying it for experience?"

"Shut your hole, Wesley."

"Could you stop acting like morons for a second?" Nick exclaimed.

"I know Blaine better than anyone, and I can see in his eyes he's falling in love."

Blaine slammed the door open.

"Could you stop talking about my life?" Blaine said. "At least have the decency to talk somewhere instead of my own house."

"We're figuring out the second part of the K.P. that is now the K.R.J.W.S.P.," Jeff defended himself.

"Can I know what the hell does that mean?" He exclaimed where approaching the table and stole them a pair of cookies.

Jeff looked at him like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Klaine Romeo and Juliet Warbler Style Plan."

Blaine looked at him like he doubted of his friend's mental capacity.

"What's Klaine?"

"The combination of your name with Kurt's."

OH, NO! Please, not the names.

"We had to baptize you somehow."

Blaine sighed, trying to calm himself down. The Warblers "helping" him to "be" with Kurt was one thing. Another thing was baptizing them with one of their stupid names. In their "clan", like Jeff liked to say, being baptized with couple names meant marriage. Blaine frowned, Kurt got along with Jeff, which made Nick like him, Wes had barely seen him twice and he was sure Thad would like it if he'd be with Sebastian better, so he was surprised by the name, which meant they accepted Kurt.

"I still don't get the full name," Blaine said.

"It's easy; your love is forbidden kida like Romeo and Juliet's. It's not hard, Blaine."

"I'm not in love," he tried to make his voice firm, but doubts came to his mind.

Was he falling in love with Kurt? He wasn't. Was he?

"Yes, sure. Like facts weren't enough proof," Thad mocked him.

"Whatever," he said trying to change the subject. His feelings were something he had to figure out on his own. "Can you leave so I can eat in peace?"

"Eat what exactly? Food or Kurt? Because if you'd like to eat Kurt with cream I'm sorry to let you down but I think he's grounded."

Thad's comment made the Warblers laugh, except Blaine, who for a second pictured Kurt naked with cream on him ready to let Blaine lick him, and his mouth became watery.

"Oh, please tell me you're not imagining Kurt with cream on him," Jeff said, which made Blaine blush. "Wow! The awake fantasies began, that means from now on you'll have to masturbate every morning, or look for a way to make your fantasies come true."

"Shut up, Jeffrey!" He said in an angry and shame voice.

Jeff's smile spread maliciously on his face.

"You've dreamed about Kurt, haven't you?"

Blaine didn't answer and went to the fridge to get something. His friends didn't have to know he'd dreamed about Kurt tied to his bed begging him to fuck him that same morning. And that thanks to that dream he'd rubbed his hardness against the real Kurt, who was sleeping with him, in his bed.

"You have a stupid smile on your face, Anderson," Thad mocked him.

Blaine fulminated him with his eyes while he got a beer out of the fridge.

Jeff's phone rang. He read the text with a frown.

"Shit!" He exclaimed.

Everyone looked at him, and when Blaine's phone rang too, Jeff panicked and threw himself on Blaine to try and get his phone out of his hands. Blaine avoided him and saw it was a text from Kurt.

'Chandler knows. He says I should think about it, and that he thinks my dad deserves to know. If he finds out he'll kill us, you first. K'

Blaine froze. The room went silent, Jeff was ready to give a speech, but none of them had time to react. Blaine ran out through the kitchen door, ran through the living room in record timing and in less than three minutes he was in his Impala driving to Kurt's house. When he got there, he parked a block before and ignored his friends' texts, walked to the main door and knocked a few times. The door was opened and he saw an intimidating man, wearing a cap and with Kurt's beautiful eyes.

"Hello, Mr. Hummel," he said in the most polite voice he could do. The man frowned but didn't talk. "Is Kurt home?"

"I'm sorry, but Kurt is grounded and he can't get visits," he looked him up and down. "Who are you?"

"Blaine Anderson, Santana's uncle."

"And what do you want to see my kid for?"

Blaine blushed slightly when a thousand thoughts, which would make Kurt's father strangle him slowly, crossed his mind.

"I'm his Math tutor, he couldn't go last class and he asked me if I could come over today to get it back."

It's a good thing I'm an actor.

Mr. Hummel's eyes went wide, apparently his son hadn't told him about the classes.

"Oh, okay… come in. Kurt's in his room with a friend," Blaine clenched his fists. "I'll call him."

Anderson stepped inside. Kurt's father, looked at him one more time and left through one of the doors. The last time he'd been there, was after they'd fought, when he found him with the Asian kid, they'd argued and Blaine had left with a perfectly dramatic speech.

He heard footsteps. He looked up from the ground, when he was pushed suddenly.

"Leave Kurt alone, Anderson," Chandler threatened him.

Blaine looked at him with a cocky smile.

"Who's gonna keep me from it? You?"

"Kurt loves me, in case you don't remember, he kissed me," he said.

Blaine laughed sarcastically, and approached Chandler so they were barely separated.

"In case you don't know, I was his first kiss, I was the first one to touch his tongue, I was the one he slept with today, I was the one who made him moan," he saw Chandler's pale face turn even paler and smiled. "And you don't know how beautiful my name sounds when he's gasping."

Chandler seemed to be about to hit him, when a pair of footsteps were heard in the hallway. Chandler looked at him with hate and left through the door slamming itshut.

Kurt's father and Kurt appeared through the door. Kurt had a red face, he was mad and seemed to want to punch everything we found. His faces softened when Blaine gave him a half smile.

"Hi," he approached him and hesitated on how to greet him. "Let's go to my room," Kurt invited him.

Burt sat on the couch and raised an eyebrow. Blaine looked at him a little nervous and moved closer to Kurt. He toned down his voice.

"I don't think it's a good idea to have you near a bed, for a while. And your dad seems to be about to pulverize me," Kurt laughed. "I want to talk about your text, without having the risk of being killed.

"Let's go to the kitchen."

"Go get your school stuff, we can have the class we didn't have."

Kurt sent him a look but went downstairs, leaving Blaine alone with Burt.

"So you're Santana's uncle," Blaine nodded. "What do you do for a living?"

"I'm an musician, I have my own bad with my friends. But I'm also an actor, I work at the show Dalton."

"Yes, I know it. Kurt and Carole watch it," he stared at him for a few seconds. "You seem young to be a professor, who old are you?"

"Twenty three, almost twenty four. I did a degree when I was done with high school but I actually never thought about being a teacher. Santana told me Kurt needed help in that area so I agreed to teach him," he had a weird need to explain himself.

"Thanks," he smiled slightly at him, which made Blaine relax. "How much do I owe ya?"

Blaine was surprised, and began to shake his head.

"There's no need to pay me, Mr. Hummel. Kurt is Santana's best friend and I'm really okay with it."

How could I not be if that gives me an excuse to see him?

Kurt showed up and took him to the kitchen. He let a few folders on the table and looked at him.

"What did your idiot friend tell you?" Blaine muttered, while taking a seat.

-Flashback-

"Kurt, were you with Blaine?" He asked directly.

Kurt froze. He looked at Chandler and tried to hide his desperate face, but apparently didn't succeed.

"What are you talking about?" He tried to sound normal, but didn't succeed with that either.

"Don't lie to me, Kurt. I saw how Blaine was looking at you and how you looked at him, and the roses, the way you changed the subject whenever I asked you who it was…"

Kurt shook his head, while putting more makeup on.

"Stop thinking stupidities, you know Blaine is older than me."

"Yes, I know, and that's what I'm worried about. Blaine is older, Kurt. You can't be with him."

"You have no right to tell me who I get or not get to be with, Chandler."

"Are you confirming it was Blaine? 'Cause it seems to me that it was. Kurt, is he's interested in you, it's merely sexual bec-"

"What are you saying?" Kurt had stood up, fulminating at Chandler. "Are you saying Blaine is just using me? You don't know him, Chandler, he wouldn't do that to me."

"Oh, please, Kurt! Do you really think he's in love?"

"Leave!" Kurt had tears in his eyes begging to fall. "You're an idiot, it's not your business."

Chandler walked forward, taking Kurt by the shoulders.

"Think about it. Just think about it," he sighed. "Kurt, I don't want to do it, but if I have to I'll tell your father about what's going on between you."

Kurt pushed him.

"Why don't you get yourself a life, instead of ruining mine?"

"He deserves to know!"

"He'd kill him."

"Let him, he deserves it for stealing your first kiss, for-"

"He didn't steal me anything, I asked him if he wanted to taste my lips! Blaine had blamed himself enough thanks to that, and I find it completely stupid to make it such a big deal. It was a fucking kiss!... Get the hell out of my room!" He yelled.

"No, I want to know what our kiss meant first, or the date. Did it mean anything? Did you feeling anything?"

Kurt closed his eyes and sat at the edge of his bed. He took his phone and sent two texts before answering.

"I'm sorry if it hurts you, but no."

"Why did you get mad at him the week before?" He asked, saying him with poison.

"Because I found him with Sebastian."

"God! Kurt, you're so stupid, and you say he loves you after seeing that?"

Kurt stop up, pure hatred in his eyes.

"Get out! Now!"

In that moment, Burt opened the door, saving Chandler from being slapped by Kurt.

"Kurt, your Math tutor is here to give the class you missed."

Chandler clenched his teeth and ran upstairs.

-End of Flashback-

"I will slowly kill him. How did he dare to call you stupid? As soon as Jeff hears about this, he'll choke him with his pillow in his sleep."

Blaine was full of anger. Kurt looked at him for a few moments without understanding."

"Are… are you mad because he called me stupid?"

"Of course I'm mad because he called you stupid," Blaine looked at him with a frown, not understanding the question. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"I just didn't think you'd be mad at that," he bit his lips. "Aren't you worried that he's going to tell my father?"

"I can't tell you I'm not… scared. But I will not let your "friend's" comment get you down."

Kurt smiled at him, and moved his hand to his thigh.

"I think of several ideas to cheer me up."

Blaine swallowed, trying to contain himself from throwing him on the table and finish what had started in the car.

"Like studying Math?"

Kurt looked at him with narrowed eyes.

"You'll pay for this, Anderson."

Blaine smiled at him. He grabbed one of the folders and began to check it, while Kurt let out a frustration sigh. He looked at him, Kurt seemed to be very entertained looking at his arm. The kitchen light made his white skin stand out, it seemed to shine. He was so beautiful.

"Kurt," Kurt looked up. "I don't want you to have doubts about me, I really love you. I would never be capable of using you. You became so important to me in such a short time," Kurt was blushed, with a shining smile on his face.

"Love you, too."

They looked at each other for a few seconds, quiet. Blaine laughed and Kurt raised an eyebrow.

"Jeff loves you too, not as much as I do," Kurt rolled his eyes, not being able to stop smiling. "But let's say he's the mother hen of the group and apparently you're his new son," Kurt laughed loudly. Blaine looked at him. "In our 'clan', don't look at me like that it's Jeff's idea, we have kinda like a tradition. Although nobody likes it much, but the love birds, the tradition is that if someone has a boyfriend, the others should baptize the couple with a name," Kurt looked at him not completely understanding. "They named us Klaine."

Kurt raised an eyebrow, and stared at him.

"Boyfriend?"

Blaine went red, and started to babble.

"Well, not boyfriend exactly… actually, it's also for the ones who are dating someone…."

"We're dating?"

Blaine opened and closed his mouth a few times, but no word came out. He actually didn't know what they were doing, less than nine hours ago they didn't talk to each other. Kurt had a little smile, and a small fire of hope.

"I like it," the blue-eyes boy said.

"Huh?"

"The name Klaine, I like it."

Blaine looked away, redder than ever, and copied a pair of exercises. He gave them to Kurt, who began to do them without taking the smile off his face. For the next two hours, Kurt was battling with two stupid exercises, even if he tried his best he still couldn't get them right. Blaine, who had gotten back to his normal color, was looking at the boy's angry faces lovingly, and let out a quiet laugh when Kurt insulted the sheet.

"Son, would you mind cleaning up the table? You know, it's Saturday and my friends come today," Burt entered the kitchen.

Blaine was laughing at Kurt's pathetic attempt of doing an exercise right. Burt looked at him for a few seconds, before clearing his throat to get their attention. They both looked up.

"Could you continue in your room?" Kurt frowned. "It's Saturday, my friends come over today, and I don't want you to get distracted."

Kurt smiled at looked at Blaine, who'd blushed.

His room. God! It's not a good idea.

"Sure," Kurt said and gathered his things together from the table, he guided Blaine through the hallway and downstairs. He left his things on his bed and looked at him with a hussy smile. "Lie down… I mean, sit down. We'll have to continue this on bed, the desk isn't available."

He didn't know if Kurt was meaning other things, but Blaine couldn't stop the flash of images of what they could do on the desk. He looked around Kurt's room, it was decorated exquisitely, with pear gray on the walls, several book/magazines shelves, a dressing table full of facial creams and, what made Blaine smile, a desk full of roses. Even though some of the individual vases were already empty. He approached it and stroked the most recent flower.

"I think I'll have to give you more roses, to replace the ones that are gone."

Kurt smiled and moved closer to him, but a doubt came to his mind.

"Why did you send me a bouquet of jasmines instead of just one rose?"

Blaine blushed slightly.

"Today is the first of August," Kurt still didn't understand. "We first met each other one month ago."

Kurt opened his mouth, he didn't remember that, and he was surprised Blaine did. Kurt moved closer, grabbed him by his head and kissed him fiercely. Blaine, who hadn't expected Kurt's reaction, opened his mouth gladly, which Kurt took advantage of to get his tongue inside it. Kurt moaned when he felt the metal ball touching his tongue. They were stumbling to the bed, where Blaine fell on his back hurting himself with Kurt's folders, he let out a grunt which turned into a slight gasp when Kurt sucked on his lower lip.

"This… this is not a good id…" Blaine's comment was silenced by Kurt's demanding lips.

"Kurt!" Blaine's heart stopped. "Go get the door," his father yelled from the hallway.

Kurt got up, fixed his hair and went upstairs. Blaine was feeling his heart out of place, he tried to calm himself down. He put the folders on a corner of the bed and lay in the middle. Even though the hangover had completely disappeared, he was still sleepy, and the adrenaline low just wore him out. He was starting to get sleepy when he felt a weight on his waist. He opened his eyes, just to find a pair of intense blue orbs looking at him with desire.

"Don't think you'll fall asleep, Anderson, you owe me two hours of suffering for those stupid exercises and I'll charge them."

Couldn't he use a fucking sexier voice?

Kurt, taking advantage of Blaine who seemed to be more asleep than awake, began to bite his neck, enjoying the purrs coming out of Blaine's mouth. He began to descend to his clavicle and licked while his hands went beneath his shirt. Blaine arched his back to the touch, and every trace of sleep was forgotten.

"Kurt, your father may come in, don't do this."

"My father went to have dinner with his friends, Carole is taking care of his sister's daughter, and Finn's with Puck, which mean he's at Rachel's. We have the house to ourselves and in case someone comes back early, I locked my bedroom's door. Now, shut up and enjoy."

Blaine had no complains and let Kurt's skilful hands touch his body. Every once in a while Kurt abandoned his neck and kissed him fiercely, Blaine tried to arch his back and kiss him, but as soon as he did Kurt pulled away saying something like 'your punishment for fucking the meerkat face'. Kurt was being more demandant when it came to touching his skin, and made Blaine let out quiet moans.

"Take your shirt off," Blaine's eyes-which had been closed-grew wide, and he saw Kurt's darkened eyes.

"Don't start something I won't be able to stop later," he murmured, with thick voice, making his so called 'threat' sound more like a promise.

"I don't want you to stop."

He moved his shirt to his head leaving his chest naked, but instead of taking it off completely, he left it around Blaine's wrists, which were raised over his head.

"What are you doing?" Blaine asked, without being able to get himself free from his own clothing item, which had Kurt's hands on it.

"I don't want you to touch me," Blaine's reaction could have helped to write a thousand hilarious stories. Kurt laughed maliciously," it's a part of your punishment."

Before Blaine could say anything, Kurt moved to lick his nipple, making Blaine arch against him, while moaning incoherently. Kurt's tongue tasted deliciously the pink button, until he felt it hard. He then moved to the other, and repeated the process, while his hands moved to Blaine's thighs.

Blaine was fighting against his shirt desperately, which Kurt had become a knot around his wrists, trying to get himself free so he could touch that skin driving him crazy.

"Kurt," he moaned. "Untie me. Please," Kurt answered by biting his ear, while laughing a little. "You said you weren't mad."

"I said I wasn't VERY mad. You tortured me with Math, and I'll torture you my way."

Next to that comment was a hip move that made both of them gasp. Kurt smiled and started to movement again, but now not stopping, moving slowly and seductively that made Blaine want more. Blaine managed to get himself free from the knot, grabbed Kurt by his arms and rolled him around, he now being on top. Kurt, who didn't expect that, let out a yelp and moved his legs around Blaine's body. Leaving them in a position that made Blaine's hardness touch his ass. Blaine smiled maliciously and he was the one who began to move, while taking his white shirt off of him in just one movement and throwing it to the other side of the room.

"That's an Alexander McQueen, Anderson!" But every trace of anger was forgotten when Blaine moved his hips harder.

Kurt's hands went to his curls, while Blaine touched Kurt's pale torso with his fingertips extremely delicately. He thank the exercise as a cheerleader, which had given him nice abs, not extremely worked out, which made him look seductively masculine.

"Kurt…" He tried to breathe evenly. "I'm so fucking turned on."

"My ass has noticed that."

Blaine hid a laugh with a loud moan, when Kurt began to move against his trapped cock.

Blaine couldn't resist, and slid his hands to Kurt's jeans. He managed to unzip the first button when Kurt's hands stopped him.

"Stop!" Kurt said.

Blaine looked at him a little hurt, a little sorry.

"Is it too much?" Kurt opened his mouth, but Blaine cut him off almost instantly. "I'm sorry, of course it's too much."

Blaine sat up being kneeled in front of Kurt, who had still his legs around his waist. Kurt smiled at him, moved his finger to his zipper and pulled him closer.

"No, silly, I want to take your jeans off first."

Blaine looked at him surprised but his cock was more than happy when Kurt slid his jeans to his thighs. Blaine smiled at him, and he took them off completely with a kick. Kurt took his time admiring the black boxer, with stamps of red 'kisses' on it, pressing the big and hard cock of Blaine. His mouth became watery and every doubt about his sexuality was answered when he knew there wasn't anything more exciting than feeling a man's hard cock on his ass. Or better said, feeling THAT man's hard cock on his ass. Kurt couldn't hold himself and he took the boxer's elastic and moved it down his legs. Blaine gasped with surprise and blushed when he saw Kurt's hungry look sent to his cock.

Blaine felt a little exposed by being the only one naked. And he couldn't wait to see Kurt completely.

Kurt grabbed him by the head and moved him closer to kiss him fiercely. He was kneeling on bed, them now being chest against chest, joined by their lips. Kurt's hands moved slowly from his shoulders to his chest, passing through his nipples and caressing delicately his belly until he felt his belly button. He broke the kiss and looked at him seductively. Blaine nodded and lay his forehead on Kurt's shoulder, feeling his heart wanting to leave his chest, maybe to meet Kurt's.

Kurt smiled at him and moved his hand down. Blaine shivered when he felt his hand of his cock, he moaned and moved closer to Kurt's hot body.

"Touch me…"

Kurt began to kiss his neck, while surrounding Blaine's cock with his hand. Blaine gasped to the touch and moved his hips unwittingly. Kurt tightened his hand more and Blaine bit his neck as a sign to move his hand.

Kurt moved closer to his ear.

"I'm not done punishing you yet."

"Kurt… please…" Kurt tightened his hand playfully. "Do it and I'll compensate you," he begged.

"How?" Kurt felt his own cock hurting, screaming for a bit of attention and wanting to be free of his tight jeans.

Blaine moved to his ear and whispered him his idea. Kurt had to do a great effort to not come in his jeans, and he tightened his hand.

"Ah… Fuck, Kurt! Stop doing that."

Kurt smiled with lust and began to slide his hand slowly. Blaine was moaning in his ear, making him more turned on.

"H-harder… ah… yes, Kurt… more."

Blaine moaned with pleasure when Kurt moved faster, while kissing him fiercely. Their tongues were battling in their mouths. Suddenly, Blaine moved away and down to suck on a nipple, Kurt moved faster, making Blaine bite his tortured nipple. He moved his hands to Kurt's hair, while feeling his muscles tense, he moved his mouth away from Kurt's chest.

"I'm gonna…. Ah… yes… Mmm… Fuck, Kurt. Faster! I'm gonna… come," he gasped. "I'm."

Kurt slowed down, just to hear Blaine whining in his lips. He moved his hand faster once more, feeling all of his cock. Blaine held on his body and moved his hands to his back, he held him tighter when he felt he was close, but Kurt stopped once more.

"Let me come once and for all!" Hi bit his shoulder playfully.

Kurt just laughed and kept masturbating him harder than before. Blaine couldn't resist and unzipped Kurt's zipper, so that it stopped pressing against him. He massaged Kurt's ass on his jeans but couldn't resist and moved them inside of them. He let out a yelp when he felt Kurt wasn't wearing underwear, making his hands feel the skin of his ass. Kurt arched against him, bit his earlobe and whispered:

"Love you."

Blaine came in a monumental way on Kurt's hand, letting out an ecstasy scream. Kurt trapped his lower lips starting a battle to be on control of the kiss. Blaine pushed, a little brusquely, Kurt on the mattress, and before he could protest he ripped his tight black jeans. Kurt was red a tomato, but looked at Blaine waiting to keep his word on his promise.

"It's my turn to punish you," he whispered.

"You dare to make me wait and you will be sorry," he threatened him.

Kurt was holding the urge of touching himself, grabbing the sheets instead and fulminating a happy Blaine.

Blaine had to use all of his concentration so that his eyes won't see Kurt's palpitating cock. He grabbed his legs and separated them, making Kurt blush even harder. Blaine positioned himself between Kurt's legs and moved his face closer to his.

"Kurt, I so want to possess you," he bit his lower lip. "Do you want me to keep going or keep my word on the deal?"

Kurt stared at him, and let out a sigh.

"Not yet."

Blaine nodded and kissed him slowly tasting his mouth, mixing their saliva and playing with his tongue. Slowly, he descended kissing his jaw, biting his pink nipples, licking his abs, until he reached his belly button where he enjoyed Kurt's pleasure face every time he felt the small pierce on his skin. Without looking away from his now gray eyes, which followed his tour with lust, he moved his nose along the hair starting on his belly button, going lower until he was in front of his hard cock. He made a gesture of moving closer, but he then moved away and kissed his inner thigh, to then lick and bite. Kurt was shivering, gasping his name. Blaine separated from his thigh and saw how Kurt had closed eyes, red and swollen lips and open mouth in a moan that he tried to retain. But Blaine wanted to hear him.

Without giving any kind of warning, Blaine moved his tongue from the base to the tip of his cock.

"Blaine!" Kurt's scream was glory.

Blaine moved his tongue a few more times, until he felt Kurt's fingers going through his curls. That was the sign for him to take Kurt's cock in his mouth, moving his head slightly enjoying the sensation of having Kurt beneath him, screaming his name, shaking with pleasure.

Kurt was holding on with a hand to Blaine's hair and with the other to the sheets, so that he wouldn't move his hips up and down. He felt Blaine's wet and warm tongue going through him and he also felt the cold piercing touching him which made him more turned on.

"Mmm… yeeess… ah… Blaine, harder…"

Blaine obeyed and began a harder head move, he let his teeth touch Kurt's cock once in a while, which seemed to drive Kurt crazy.

"I'm… I'm gonna…"

Kurt came inside his mouth, with a hoarse moan, so sexy Blaine could've come again. Blaine swallowed everything, and licked his lips, making Kurt's eyes grew wide. Blaine moved closer to his face and kissed him passionately, with wanting, with lust… and with some love…

Kurt moaned when he felt himself on Blaine's lips. They pulled away, heavy breathing, with red faces and bodies covered in sweat.

"Why weren't you wearing underwear?" Blaine asked him gasping.

"I didn't hear you complaining," Blaine smiled at him, but stayed quiet to get an answer, Kurt rolled his eyes. "I was in a hurry, you were drunk on the other side of the phone telling me spiders wanted you to dance, I didn't have time to be picky with clothing."

"So does that mean you sleep naked?"

Kurt blushed.

"No, but that day I'd been dreaming of…"

Blaine raised his eyebrows, and smiled at him, he moved closer to his ear where he played with his earlobe.

"Of who?"

"Of Chandler," Blaine bit him, Kurt let out a yelp and laughed. "Fine… I was dreaming of… Darren."

Blaine looked at him amused.

"Having sexual fantasies with a fictitious character?"

"That tie makes him look very sexy."

"Do you want to come with me to set, to try on one of Dalton uniforms?"

"I'd go to set just to rip off Dalton uniform of you."

They stayed like that, hugging each other. Blaine on top of Kurt, without wanting to move, comfortable and warm. They were about to fall asleep in that position, when they heard the main door being opened. Blaine jumped like he'd been shocked and Kurt froze completely.

"Kurt?" It was Carole.

"I'm in my room, I'll be right up," Blaine looked at him with a panic face. "Don't worry, you can escape through the window."

Blaine nodded, but he looked at his own body, still naked, all sticky and sweaty.

"Do you want to take a shower?"

"Only if you come with me."

Kurt smiled at him. He stood up and got dressed with Blaine's boxers, who raised an eyebrow at him, grabbed a robe from his dressing room and wrapped it around his body.

"I'll go say hi to Carole and tell her to not call me, you open the shower."

Kurt ran upstairs and Blaine just stood there, thinking about what Jeff had said that same morning.

Kurt entered the kitchen with a wide smile on his face. Carole'd started to cook, and a nice smell was spreading through the kitchen. Kurt kissed her on the cheek.

"How was your day?" He asked, maybe with more excitement than necessary.

"Exhausting," she gave him a smile and shrugged. "You seem happier than in the last few days… since when do you like it when you're grounded?"

Kurt tried to be serious, but apparently he had the stupid smile glued with cement to his face, so he just shrugged.

"Even though I'm sorry of escaping from house," Yeah, right. "I figures out some problems, and even though I deserved a good punishment, the rest of the day was better. But if that idiotic Chandler tries to talk to me again I might kill him," he said with hate.

Carole stopped what she was doing to look at him shocked.

"What happened with Chandler? I thought you were good friends."

"Yes, but…" he bit his lower lip, he didn't know how to explain it. His stepmother apparently got the doubting so she kept cooking, without pressuring him.

"It's okay, you don't have to tell me."

Kurt smiled as a thank you.

"I'll take a shower," with my teacher, "and then I might be in my room doing homework," the woman nodded, and Kurt turned around. "Oh, and please tell me dad that Blaine left early."

He ran down the hallway before Carole could ask him who Blaine was. When he was in his room he looked through the place and didn't see Mr. Anderson so he went into the bathroom, leaving the robe on his bed.

His heart stopped. How the hell would he be so fucking perfect?

Blaine, not knowing Kurt was there, was completely naked, with a foot in the tub checking the water, splashing some on his chest. Kurt's mouth went dry.

Blaine turned around just in the moment Kurt stamped him against the shower wall. Kurt didn't mind to explain anything, his lips looked for the water drops on his skin.

"Kurt!" He grabbed Kurt's face, and kept him like that, holding him with his hands, melting with those sky blue eyes. "You're so beautiful, love you."

He joined their lips, moved his tongue through his lower lip, to which Kurt opened his mouth, letting Blaine caress his tongue, and all of his mouth slowly, making the piercing hit his teeth. Kurt moved his arms around Blaine's neck, letting him grab his waist, Blaine opened the faucet and they both shivered when they felt the hot water on them.

Kurt reached out to grab the soap, moved it around Blaine's back while he bit his neck.

"Are you leaving me marks?"

"Mhm…" Kurt separated a little and raised an eyebrow. "I want people to know that they don't stand a chance before someone tries to flirt with you," he began to bite his neck again, while Kurt registered what he'd just said.

"Are you leaving marks on me so people think I have a boyfriend?"

"No, I'm leaving marks on you so if you get a boyfriend he knows you're my property."

"I'm what?"

Blaine stopped, apparently just realizing what he said. He didn't answer, but Kurt noticed him blushing. He smiled and moved his hands through his hair, he raised his head slowly, Blaine looked away.

"Is this your estrange way to tell me you don't want me to have a boyfriend?"

Blaine smiled at him a little embarrassed.

"Maybe…"

"It's going to be a tough year," Kurt sighed theatrically.

"Year?" Blaine asked raising his eyebrows.

"I'm not going to be single my entire life. It's only a year before I'm 18," he moved through his chest with his hands. "And as soon as I am, you're not running away from me."

Next to that sentence was an hour of cuddling, kisses, gasping and laughter.

When they were done with the shower-which was more like a make-out session that a shower-they went out. Blaine got dry very quickly and got dressed, putting one of Kurt's boxers on, since Kurt had taken his, and laid on bed enjoying watching Kurt doing his moisturizing routine, while singing slowly and sending him smiles once in a while.

At around ten, Carole asked Kurt if he would have dinner. Kurt disappeared for a few minutes to come back with a plate full of noodles with sauce and a glass of juice.

"Carole looked at me like I had turned into a horse just because I took more noodles than usual. I have to admit I don't eat that much but I just don't want to be fatty."

Blaine had lost focus looking at Kurt wearing only his boxers, with a tray of food in his hands, wet hair and his neck with red marks. He tried to move his eyes away from him and listen, but Kurt leaving the tray on his nightstand and straddling on him didn't help much.

"Do you want to stay over to eat?"

Kurt's naked imagine covered with sauce crossed through his mind, and he didn't realize he was nodding. They sat normally, next to each other, with the tray on their thighs and sharing the only fork. There was a moment when Kurt had sauce on his lips and before he could clean them up, Blaine was taking care of it with his tongue. After that, they tray with food was forgotten.

When they separated again, after being thirty minutes kissing, they laid on bed hugging. Kurt was telling him about the love drama on the Glee Club, while he caressed his hair. After that they were talking about the classes, until Kurt seemed nervous.

"What is it?"

"My Math exam is soon and if I fail my chances of getting back in the cheerleading squat would be none, and my dad would chain me to the house and would just release me to go to school."

When the mental image of a naked Kurt chained to a bed popped in his head he began to think he needed to talk to Jeff seriously and ask him for some way to stop thinking about Kurt like that.

"That's what I'm here for," he smiled at him, when he saw Kurt's non-understanding face. "To help you with Math."

Kurt sighed.

"Unless you want to spend a night without sleeping, I'd recommend you to retire your offer. I know I'm amazing at a lot of things," he laughed when Blaine rolled his eyes. "But Math is my weakness and we could be hours without me understanding how two plus two equals four."

"I have no problem with staying the night, if that's what you're suggesting," he said seductively.

For the rest of the night up to four in the morning they were doing exercises that would be in the test. Kurt was surprised when he realized he understood it and that it wasn't SO hard after all. And the class wasn't so boring if Blaine kissed him fiercely every time he had an exercise right.

10:00 A.M. Sunday.

Blaine woke up, and moved to get more comfortable with the body he was hugging. His eyes went wide and admired Kurt's chest going up and down according to his breathing. He tried to get up but he felt Kurt's leg pressing against his waist harder. He didn't insist on leaving and stayed there staring at his little piece of heaven. He closed his eyes and moved his hand to caress Kurt's cheek.

12:00 A.M.

Blaine woke up for the sudden lack of heat. He looked for Kurt and realized he was gone.

Did he leave me alone?... Blaine, don't be an idiot, how could he leave you? You're in his house.

Blaine massaged his head, it wasn't a good idea to start a fight with himself at that time. He got up and looked for his clothes spread on the floor. He smiled when he remembered the night before, he knew he would dream about Kurt's pleasure face and he could only beg for his friends not to be at his house in those moments. He was looking for his shirt, when his eyes met a letter that shouldn't be there. He grabbed it, his hands shaking a little, and let out a relief sigh when he saw Kurt hadn't opened it yet.

I swear I'll kill Jeff when I see him.

He was about to take it with him, when Kurt entered the room, still wearing only Blaine's black boxer. He seemed serious, but as soon as he saw him he smiled automatically. The picture itself raced his heart, and he knew the letter wasn't finished.

"Did you sleep well?" Kurt asked him while he moved his arms around Blaine's neck.

"Better than ever," he smiled at him and kissed him slightly.

"Did Finn's screaming wake you up?"

"Why was he screaming?"

"He woke me up and I kept my word on throwing the glass of milk on his head," he said shrugging.

Blaine smiled and kissed him again.

"Actually I woke up because I felt you were missing," Kurt blushed. "I think it's time for me to go, before Jeff calls the cops or organize a searching capture. The last time I disappears for four hours without telling them where I was, the Warblers ended up 'looking for me' at Vegas. I'm still waiting for the explanation of how they got there…"

They laughed, Kurt let him with a sigh and went to the bathroom. Blaine used the minutes alone to take a pen from the desk, open the letter and write down what was missing. When Kurt came back, he was completely dressed.

"I guess I'll see you later," he kissed his cheek and climbed the chair to reach the window, but he stopped. "I saw the latter, which I'm sure Jeff gave you," he stared at him. "I want you to read it."

And without saying a word, he left

Kurt saw Blaine leaving, before sitting on his bed and taking the letter. The envelop, which had been sealed to that moment, was opened. He took the paper inside it and began to read:

07/25/2012

Kurt:

Seeing you mad kills me. I know you have every right to be, and it only makes me feel worse. I also know I won't be able to send you this letter and that I'll keep it in a dark corner in my house.

I'm trying to discover what my feelings mean, but as many remind me lately, I really suck when it comes to feelings, so I just have to guide myself on what other people say.

A lot of people always talk about feeling butterflies in your stomach and sweaty hands, but I had to admit I didn't feel that with you…

Kurt felt his heart being shattered but made himself read it complete.

A lot of people talk about the fireworks you see when you kiss that someone, but I didn't see fireworks when you kissed me. I think I'd tasted those lips a few times, I barely touched your skin, and the things I know about you someone else said them to me, but when I saw Chandler taking your hand I felt I could do anything to get you to let it go and take mine… Yes, Kurt, it's true; I didn't feel butterflies in my stomach when you kissed me, but I could swear my heart was trying to get out of my chest, I didn't see fireworks when you posed your lips on mine, but I know my body would get to the sky wrapped in flames.

And now I think that people who talk about love don't know anything.

But I have these mixed feelings, Kurt, and I don't know what they mean.

Am I falling in love?

B.A.

Kurt was reading the last line over and over. His chest was moving up and down like he was running. And he felt something warm in his stomach. He looked under the sign, where there was another line wrote in a different ink, something that apparently wasn't there before.

08/01/2012

Now I know, and yes Kurt. The answer is yes. I'm falling in love.

Every time I read the end of this chapter I melt with cuteness. I hope you liked it and that you keep reading it so you can know what happens with out boys ;)

Let me know what you think and have a nice life!