Hi everyone! First, I have gone back to the first chapters of AMOS and done some editing. Hopefully the changes made will help. My most sincere apologies that I didn't do it sooner and hopefully it is now a bit easier to read and keep up with.

Second, OMG, this week's Glee! Am I the only one who wants to just cuddle Kurt and tell him that everything is going to be just fine and that he is more than amazing? My poor heart! My heartache by Kurt is, however, rivaled by the immense pleasure I took in watching Darren Criss shimmy in sweats from behind. Dat ass. GUH.

Incidentally, in my head canon, Kurt and Blaine are the same age. Take that, Ryan Murphy, and I say that with respect for what you do but annoyance because, just really?

Finally, I hope that everyone enjoyed reading about Kurt and Blaine's first date as much as I enjoyed writing it. Now we find our boys afterward and I wanted to warn of things of a sexual nature at the end of the chapter.

I love all of you who continue to alert and review. It really warms my heart.

Glee. Not mine.

Chapter 11

Kurt pulled into his driveway. He had been singing along to his iPod since leaving the coffee shop, and appropriately enough, the song currently playing at a loud volume was I Could Have Danced All Night from the My Fair Lady soundtrack. Kurt felt like he could absolutely dance all night. Or run. Or fly. He wondered if his face could crack from smiling so widely. He turned off the ignition of his car and grabbed his iPod. He wanted to get inside and get his nightly routine over so he could wait for Blaine to text him when he got to Dalton.

Kurt let himself into the house. Carol was in the kitchen, fixing what looked like a mug of one of the fragrant teas she preferred. She turned around at Kurt's entry and gave him a large smile, taking in his dazzled look and wide grin. "Hello, sweetie. You look like you had a good time tonight," she said.

Kurt walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her in a tight squeeze. "The best. It was just amazing, Carol, and I didn't want it to ever end."

Carol returned the hug, and when Kurt stepped back, she placed a hand fondly on his cheek. "I'm so glad, dear. I would just love to hear about it, that is if you feel comfortable telling me?" Carol loved Kurt as her own son. She was delighted in his happiness and wanted him to be able to talk to her but didn't want to push if he didn't feel close enough to share with her.

Kurt swallowed quickly in pleasant surprise. He really, really did want to talk to someone about his amazing night. He knew he would be texting all his friends shortly, letting them know everything had gone fantastic, but having Carol offer to sit and talk to him gave him a warm feeling. He had to confess he felt a little awkward thinking about telling his dad about his date, but talking to Carol felt comfortable and right somehow. He placed his hand over hers and squeezed it. "I think I would really like that."

Carol smiled lovingly at him and asked him, "Would you like a mug of tea? I have several you can choose from and a few are decaf in case you feel you are caffeinated enough already."

Agreeing that he had taken in more than enough caffeine that evening, Kurt chose a vanilla chai decaf tea. Fixing it to his liking, he joined Carol at the kitchen table, sitting across from her. For a moment, they enjoyed each other's company in silence, each sipping their hot tea. Then Carol leaned forward, her eyes twinkling in delight and anticipation. "Well?"

Kurt blushed even as he smiled widely. "Carol, I had such a good time. Blaine is really such a gentleman, he paid for my coffee and everything. We just sat and talked and got to know each other a bit better. He's smart and charming, he has a great sense of humor, and he has such pretty eyes! Carol, he actually held my hand!" Kurt managed not to squeal, although he really wanted to.

Carol clapped her hands in delight. "Honey, I'm so happy! I wanted everything to go well for you and I am just ecstatic. What else?"

Kurt smiled bashfully at her. He knew exactly what she was getting at. "He kissed me," he said softly, closing his eyes in sheer bliss. "It was beyond amazing. He smelled and tasted good and it was just perfect, you know?"

Carol took both of Kurt's hands in hers and squeezed them. She felt tears prick her eyes as she took in the look of euphoria on her stepson's face. She knew he had been through so much hell and it warmed her heart completely to see him happy like this. She was happy to be able to tell Burt that the night had been a success and that he didn't have to worry. But most of all, she was thrilled at seeing a genuine smile on Kurt's face and knowing that he was so happy because he didn't feel so alone anymore. She was prepared to adore this Blaine, should he become a fixture in Kurt's life.

Kurt smiled happily and took another sip of his tea. He gave Carol an affectionate look and said to her, "I don't want to be rude or anything, but Blaine will be texting me when he gets back to school. Will you be horribly offended if I go upstairs now so I can be ready?"

Carol was quick to answer. "Not in the slightest. Goodnight, honey. I will make sure your dad knows you were home on time and that you had a good time. You go wait for your young man." She gave him a kiss on the forehead and motioned towards the stairs.

Kurt gave her a thankful smile. "Goodnight, Carol. Thanks for the tea and for talking to me. It means a lot to me, you know."

He quickly ran upstairs, phone in one had and remainder of tea in the other. He sat on his bed and typed out a message to send to his friends.

Best. Night. Ever. Details tomorrow. -K

Blaine drove back to Dalton in a haze of euphoria. He wasn't even aware he had arrived at the school until he was parking his car and getting out. He had replayed every moment of the evening back in his mind, remembering the sparkle of Kurt's gorgeous eyes, the tinkle of his amazing laugh, the lushness of his pink lips. Lips that were soft and warm and tasted like vanilla and coffee. Blaine grinned happily. He knew what Kurt's lips tasted like because he had kissed him! He, Blaine Anderson, had gone on a date with the most amazing boy in the world, held his hand, and experienced his first kiss! It had been mind blowing. Blaine felt if he were any more exhilarated he would most likely explode from it all.

He breezed into the school on feet that felt like they barely touched the ground. He went straight to his dorm room and was unsurprised to walk in to find not only David waiting for him expectantly, but also Wes, Nick and Jeff. He shut the door behind him and turned around to face his friends, all of who were grinning wildly.

"Hi, guys," Blaine said, trying to sound nonchalant.

Wes rolled his eyes in mock exasperation. "Isn't he just the very picture of calmness and innocence? Give over, Blaine, you look like you are about to explode, and we didn't sit here most of the evening to have you come in acting all la-la, nothing to see here."

Blaine kicked his shoes off and walked calmly to his bed. He grabbed one of his pillows and leaped onto the bed, burying his face in it. He screamed into the pillow and then leaned up to look at his friends, wild smile on his face.

Nick grinned back at Blaine. "I take it that means tonight was a huge success?"

Blaine sat up on his bed, keeping the pillow in his arms so he could rest his chin on it. "Oh my freaking god, guys. I mean really. Kurt is just amazing. He's absolutely perfect. Like, if he were anymore perfect I just don't know if my mind could handle it. He looked so amazing tonight. Thanks, by the way, for making me change from my uniform, it was definitely the right thing to do." Blaine gave his friends an appreciative smile.

"It's what we do, B. We look out for each other and protect each other whether if be from someone else or ourselves," David said cheerfully. "And you definitely needed some saving, but I would venture to guess it all worked out in the end."

Blaine blushed a bit as he said, "Yeah, it did. We just sat for hours talking. He's so smart and talented, his voice is just…he could have read the phone book to me and I would have enjoyed every second. I held his hand! Can you believe it? And guess what? He's the one behind that flash mob you saw at the mall that time. Can you believe that?"

Jeff's eyes got huge at that. "Really? And we were right there! Well, you weren't, but we were, and what a small world, huh? Now that you mention it, I think I remember seeing a guy there that kind of resembled Kurt. I thought then that it was too bad you weren't there to see the cute guy in the fedora."

Blaine groaned, "Don't rub it in, Jeff. It's bad enough I didn't find him then, but I don't know if I could handle a fedora right now."

Wes sniffed and looked at Blaine with a bit of anticipation. "Yes, yes, and as fascinating as this all of this is, all the coulda shoulda woulda, I think we all want to know if our boy B got himself a taste of sugar. And I don't mean the kind you put in your coffee. So, out with it, B. Did you get any sweetness from Dream Boy?"

Blaine couldn't help the grin that crossed his face. "If you mean did I kiss him, then yes. I actually did."

The other four boys whooped in delight, exchanging high fives. Jeff jumped up excitedly and ran at Blaine, tackling him onto the bed in a huge hug. The other three quickly followed suit, all of them piling on Blaine who was laughingly protesting being squashed by so much enthusiasm. Finally, they all sat upright on Blaine's bed, letting him sit back up.

David studied his fingernails a moment before asking, "So, how was it?"

Blaine said, "The magic question. It was like being struck by lightening, or being in the middle of fireworks. It was like Christmas and my birthday all wrapped up together. I don't know if I can adequately put into words what it was like. I mean, his lips were so damn soft and he tasted so good. It was just beyond amazing. I just hope he feels the same, you know?"

Nick looked surprised at that. "What do you mean by that? I mean, why wouldn't he?"

Blaine looked down, feeling a little embarrassed. "Well, it's not like I am just overflowing with experience or anything. Not like I know what I am doing. I mean, what if he didn't like it? I have nothing to compare it to. What if he hated kissing me? What if the touch of my amateur lips has turned him off forever?" he fretted with a sense of panic.

Wes dismissed that idea totally. "I would venture to say that if he was a willing participant, B, then you didn't scare him off. Did he spit afterwards or wipe his face in disgust or anything? I doubt it. After what he went through with that bully, I bet he loved kissing you."

Blaine felt his face drain of color at that. "Oh, my God. I didn't even think about that! And here I am just kissing him without asking or anything. Maybe he was too traumatized to-"

Jeff snapped his fingers in front of Blaine's face, cutting off his anxious words. "Blaine, that's enough. You and your knack for overthinking things, I swear. Let's look at things rationally. You both had a good time. You held hands. None of this sounds like a negative here. You kissed Kurt. Did he kiss you back?

Blaine thought about it. Kurt had moved to be able to kiss him fully. He had definitely kissed him back. Oh boy, had he. In fact his lips had moved against Blaine's in a totally delicious way…

Jeff gave a sigh of exaggerated patience, bringing Blaine back to the present moment. "I take it by the blissed out expression you're wearing now that's a yes. Did he tell you he would go out with you again?"

Blaine said, "No, but I haven't asked. Oh, shit! He wanted me to text him when I got back to school!" Blaine gave all of his friends a shy look. "I'm glad you were all here when I got back, but if it's okay-"

"Say no more, B," David said, standing and stretching. We were all planning to have a Halo marathon once we knew you were back safely and had heard the juicy details. You text Dream Boy, we're out."

Blaine grabbed his phone and sent Kurt a message.

I made it back to school okay -B

Almost immediately his phone buzzed with a return message.

I'm glad. Would it be okay if I texted you in a bit? I was just getting into the shower. -K

Blaine actually groaned at that. His body responded as his active mind started picturing Kurt shirtless, Kurt wrapped in nothing but a towel, Kurt dripping wet, skin pink and smelling fresh, all hot and damp…

Jesus, Blaine, get it together!

He texted Kurt back.

Sounds like a plan. I think I will go ahead and take a shower myself. -B

Kurt stared at his phone. He was blushing wildly. Had he actually told Blaine he was going into the shower? And had Blaine answered back that he was going to take a shower too?

Kurt closed his eyes and found his mind racing with thoughts of Blaine. Blaine, naked with warm water cascading over him, his hair wet and wild and curly, his broad shoulders wet and slippery and water trailed down his stomach to…

Oh my God, where did that come from? Kurt's eyes flew open in shock. He looked at himself in the mirror. His chest was heaving from his breathing being heavier. His cheeks were pink, his eyes a bit overbright. Feeling a bit daring, he typed a quick reply.

So we are showering together yet so far apart. What a pity. -K

Did he dare send it? Was he actually doing this with a boy he had known only a short time? Damn it, Kurt, live a little! Be a teenager! He hit send and practically dropped his phone, gasping a bit.

Blaine was staring at his phone in shock. Did Kurt really just say…? Blaine moaned a bit, finding himself very turned on and a bit uncomfortable in his jeans. Shower. Yes, that's it, get everything ready to go shower and you can take care of…things. He sent back this reply.

Kurt, you can't just say things like that when I am not around to do anything about it. -B

Kurt read the return text with wide eyes. Wow. So Blaine would do something about it, would he? Kurt found himself very intrigued and maybe more than a little turned on at the thought. Definitely time to hit the shower.

Kurt stood under the warm water of his shower, shampooing then conditioning his hair and rinsing well. He took his body wash and began rubbing his hands over himself leisurely, closing his eyes. He imagined Blaine, that it was Blaine's hands rubbing over him, gently and caressingly. He wondered briefly if it was normal to think this about someone after the first date but quickly dismissed the thought as pleasure overtook him. It was Blaine he imagined taking his hardness in his hands and moving firmly up and down in a steady rhythm. Kurt caught his breath. Santana was right, this felt incredible. His hand tightened its grip around his cock, his movements at first slow and steady, then getting faster as he felt a tingle in the lower part of his belly. Kurt bit his lip and tossed his head back, his breath harsh and uneven as he worked closer to release. His groin tightened and he felt his eyes roll back in his head as warmth that had nothing to do with the shower washed over him. His body shook as he came in spasms, one word leaving his mouth in a gasp.

"Blaine…"

Blaine leaned against the shower wall, his chest heaving as he came down from post orgasmic euphoria. He had been jerking himself off to images of Kurt for some time, even when he had no idea who he was, but now that he knew what Kurt's lips tasted like, well this was one of the most intense times yet. Blaine felt that deep down it was probably a little much, using Kurt as wank material, but it was far better than imagining some faceless stranger or some celebrity. And Kurt texting that message about showering together? Well, Blaine was a teenage boy, after all, and his brain couldn't be expected to handle such stimulation, so to speak. Blaine finished his shower and got out quickly. He was eager to get finished getting ready for bed so he could lay there texting with Kurt.

Blaine threw on a Dalton athletic department tshirt and a pair of flannel pajama pants. Grabbing his phone, he jumped into bed and sent Kurt a text.

I'm out of the shower whenever you're ready.

Kurt put the finishing touches on his moisturizing regime and stretched, his soft pajamas clinging to him. He heard his phone go off and saw it was from Blaine. He bit his lip nervously and sent back a reply.

If it's okay, will you call me? I think I would really like to hear your voice.

Blaine couldn't stop the smile from crossing his face. Yes, this was even better. He definitely wanted to hear Kurt again. Hitting the call button, he waited breathlessly for Kurt to pick up.

"Hi," Kurt answered shyly.

"Hi," Blaine said, feeling a little shy himself. "How's it going?"

"Fine. Listen, I wanted to tell you again that I had a really nice time tonight," Kurt said, wondering if his smile was evident in his voice.

Blaine gave a quick fist pump before answering, "I did too." He took a deep breath and pressed forward. "Will you go out with me again? Maybe a real date?"

Kurt's delighted laugh tinkled over the connection, making Blaine's spine tingle. "A real date? You mean tonight wasn't real and I dreamed it all?"

Blaine cringed. "Jeez, am I awkward or what? I meant a real date like dinner? And maybe a movie or something? Whatever you would like," he finished hastily, hoping he hadn't blown it.

Kurt said teasingly, "A real date where you pick me up beforehand and face the parental inquisition?"

Blaine gulped. Parents? "Y-yes, absolutely," he said, trying not to sound as if the mere idea didn't terrify him. It wasn't like Kurt wasn't worth getting the once over by protective parents, a thousand times if need be.

Kurt took a quick breath, all teasing gone. "I mean, if that's okay. You don't mind?" he questioned nervously, hoping he hadn't pressed too far too soon.

Blaine heard the uncertainty in Kurt's voice and answered quickly. "I would love to meet your dad and stepmom."

Kurt smiled slightly. "Um, there's a good chance you will end up meeting my stepbrother too. He has developed a sense of protectiveness where I am concerned. I am not sure yet if I find it more annoying or endearing."

Blaine closed his eyes briefly. A protective brother. Hadn't Kurt mentioned his brother was the school quarterback? Fighting a sense of trepidation, he quickly reassured Kurt, "I can't wait to meet your family." He was rewarded by the relief he heard in Kurt's voice.

"Then it sounds as though you have a date," Kurt said, a bit shyly. "What do you want to do? Dinner and a movie sounds really nice, if that's what you were suggesting earlier."

"Awesome. Why don't you think about where you want to go and what you would like to see, and we will figure it out?" Blaine was proud at how even his voice sounded, even though inside he was practically flailing in happiness.

Kurt snuggled into his pillow a bit, stifling a yawn. "Sounds like a plan. I need to get going, Blaine, but text me tomorrow? And maybe we can talk again tomorrow evening?" Kurt asked hopefully.

Blaine answered him softly, "I'd really like that. Goodnight, Kurt. Pleasant dreams."

Kurt smiled. "Goodnight, Blaine. I can promise you my dreams will be sweet, and I hope the same will be true for you." He hung up quickly, unable to believe his own audacity.

Blaine stared at his phone wordlessly, eyes wide. Did Kurt mean…? Dear sweet lord baby Jesus, Blaine thought to himself, not for the first time, this boy is going to be the absolute death of me.