A/N: Hey folks! So, I've updated again – I hope you don't mind.

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Blaine groaned softly as Kurt pressed him harder into the bed, leaning into their most intimate kiss yes. Kurt sat up, straddling him, running his fingers across Blaine's chest.

"So, how much did you say you missed me?"

Blaine giggled softly, tilting his head to one side and glancing up at Kurt through his thick eyelashes.

"How much do I need to have missed you for you to kiss me like that again?"

Kurt rolled his eyes, "Okay, you got me. You don't need to have missed me at all."

Leaning down to kiss his boyfriend once more, Kurt pushed his arms gently under Blaine's torso and turned him so they were both on their sides, facing one another.

Kurt reached forward, a little awkwardly, placing one hand on Blaine's hip, and resting the other in his curls.

Blaine sighed with contentment, closing his eyes for a moment, brow furrowed.

"I know it may sound silly because I was only gone for a few days, but I really did miss you Kurt."

Kurt's heart melted at the look on Blaine's face. His hazel eyes were large and looked as though he was going to burst into tears at any moment.

"If it's silly then that means I'm just as hopelessly in love as you are. I missed you too, but are you alright? Why are you crying?"

Blaine sniffed, "I'm not crying."

Kurt rolled his eyes, "Not yet, but you were about to. What's wrong?"

Blaine sighed, "You just know me too well. It's dumb, really. It doesn't even matter."

Kurt gazed at Blaine sternly.

"You and I both know that's not true. Whatever is making you upset clearly matters."

Blaine sighed again, his warm breath ghosting over Kurt's face.

"I just couldn't help but worry about what would happen to me if I ever had a breakdown like that at Dalton. None of them know about... what happened... at my last school."

Kurt nodded, knowing that Blaine wasn't quite saying everything on his mind, but he was more than happy to keep things at Blaine's pace.

"I'm just so different to how I used to be. Once upon a time I didn't care about what people said behind my back, or to my face. I honestly didn't care at all, I didn't think there was anything people would do other than slam me against lockers occasionally or call me names. But ever since that incident in freshman year, I've found myself being so wary... so cautious. At Dalton, yes I have friends, but I feel so alone. Like nobody actually understands how I can still feel pain whenever I hear someone slam a locker."

Kurt nodded, kissing Blaine softly, "I understand."

Blaine smiled lightly, "I know you do, and I love that about you. But you don't go to Dalton anymore."

Kurt looked away, guilty.

"I wouldn't have it any other way, by the way" Blaine added, noticing how Kurt had avoided his glance, feeling guilty once more for leaving his boyfriend behind.

"I know you're happy at McKinley, and that makes me ecstatic."

Kurt looked at Blaine, sceptical.

"No Kurt, when you're happy, I'm happy."

Kurt rolled his eyes, "God you're a hopeless romantic."

Blaine blushed, "You love it though."

Kurt shuffled closer to Blaine, their foreheads nearly touching.

"I really do."

Kurt pressed a tentative kiss to Blaine's lips, who, in response, pulled Kurt even closer so that they were wrapped up in each other's arms, legs tangled as Blaine deepened their kiss even more.

Kurt whined quietly as he ran out of breath, not wanting to lose the moment.

"I think this was worth skipping school for."

Blaine grinned, "Yeah. I think this was worth flying home for."

Kurt beamed in response, before furrowing his brow in concern.

"So what are you going to do about school?"

Blaine sighed, "I really don't know. And to be honest, I don't want to think about it. And I don't want you to think about it either..."

Kurt waited for Blaine to finish speaking, concerned at the cheeky look on Blaine's face.

"... So shall we distract each other?"

Kurt laughed, "Oh, was that an attempt at seduction, beloved boyfriend?"

Blaine nodded, cheeky grin still plastered to his face.

"Okay, sure. How does a game of chess sound?" Kurt asked as innocently as he could.

Blaine winked, "Checkmate."

Kurt let out a soft moan as Blaine ran a hand down his chest, gaining the strength only to pull Blaine in tight and force their mouths together once more.

Blaine groaned in surprise, but didn't object as his hands wandered to Kurt's hips. Kurt gasped as Blaine pulled them closer together.

Kurt pulled his head away, panting for breath.

"God Blaine, you can't just... do that."

Blaine's flirty grin faltered, "I... I'm sorry Kurt."

Kurt laughed softly, "No, not about that. Just... some warning before you drive me crazy with lust would be nice next time. I'm still getting used to the idea of... Being intimate."

He blushed as Blaine smiled at him.

"I'm sorry, it's just like I'm trying to rewire my brain. I don't think I'm ready for... everything, yet."

Blaine nodded, "I understand. And if it makes you feel better, neither am I. I just like being... playful."

Blaine winked as Kurt snorted.

"Oh God! You are so immature."

Blaine nodded bashfully, grinning at his boyfriend.

"Again, you love it."

Kurt sighed, running a finger lazily down Blaine's arm.

"I don't know about that... But I think it's something I could grow to love."

Blaine shivered under Kurt's touch, which caused Kurt to laugh softly.

"Karma's a bitch, isn't she Anderson?"

Blaine nodded weakly as Kurt danced his fingers across Blaine's lower abdomen, making their way back up to his neck, where Kurt tilted his boyfriend's chin up, kissing him softly once more.

"You need to shave."

Blaine snorted, "I thought you liked scruff?"

Kurt grinned, "I do, but prospective new principals don't."

Blaine sighed, "Seriously, making me think about school again?"

Kurt nodded, laughing when Blaine leant his head against Kurt's chest in frustration.

"Can't we just forget it even exists?" He whined, thinking how much more desirable it was to stay in his boyfriend's bed all day than to go home; which would mean getting back into the rhythm of going to interviews for the various high schools in the Ohio region.

"You're home later than we were expecting" Megan remarked as Blaine popped his head around the kitchen door.

"Sorry, Kurt and I had business to attend to."

Peter snorted and Blaine glanced at him.

"Not what you think, Peter. Gosh, you're immature" He said condescendingly, his cheeks going bright red.

Peter stifled his laughter, finding sudden interest in the pattern on the tabletop.

At that moment Kurt burst into the kitchen, hair ruffled and face red.

Megan and Peter exchanged glances as Blaine and Kurt's cheeks went crimson.

"Sorry, I was just... uh... I... yeah."

Kurt avoided all eye contact with Blaine's parents, and walked swiftly to where his boyfriend was trying to lean comfortably against the bench.

"Did you want to go upstairs and unpack?"

Blaine nodded, and he and Kurt exited the kitchen swiftly, still blushing furiously.

"So do you think they bought it?" Blaine asked; a smirk plastered to his face.

"Bought what?" Kurt enquired, feigning ignorance.

The pair laughed, and Kurt brushed his hair back down.

"They don't seriously think we're the type to make out in the back seat of a car, do they?" Kurt enquired with a tinge of embarrassment in his voice as he went about straightening his shirt and tie.

Blaine looked thoughtful, "I don't know... do you think we are?"

Kurt chuckled, "I don't know. We could be."

He winked at Blaine, who sat down heavily on his bed, gaping at Kurt.

"Maybe we should give it a go some time."

Blaine nodded weakly, trying to compose himself with how flirtatious his boyfriend had become.

"Yeah, I guess. Maybe. It doesn't seem quite as romantic or spontaneous when you plan on it though."

Kurt chuckled, "Your feigned nonchalance does not work with me Blaine Anderson."

"Blaine, why the hell did you take these jeans with you to California? Did you even wear them? Surely it was too hot!"

Blaine blushed, "Well I'd never been there before. Besides, as you once said, fashion knows no climate."

Kurt grimaced, before Blaine added defensively, "And it's May, so it's not like it's the peak of summer!"

"There are times I regret what I've said. Fashion knowing no climate is one of them."

"And that time you told Finn that flannel was okay?"

Kurt went bright red, "No! It's okay, but only when you're camping where no one can see you!"

His eyes widened at how loud his voice had become and he dropped to a whisper, "Besides, you looked alright in flannel. You can kind of pull it off." Kurt paused for a moment; "Better than Finn anyhow."

Blaine chuckled, "Well I do try my best to please my boyfriend, that's for sure."

Kurt rolled his eyes, "Yeah, well you'd better keep it up or I might run away."

Blaine smirked, "You sure about that?"

Kurt sighed, "Not really, no. I'd probably miss you. A little. Maybe."

"Oh yeah? And what would you miss?" Blaine asked, winking.

Kurt grinned, "This!" He growled, tackling Blaine to his bed and messing his hair.

"Oh really? I bet you wouldn't miss me doing the same!"

Kurt gasped, "You wouldn't da- Oh! That's it Anderson!"

Kurt sat up, hair now sticking up at various angles thanks to the work of his boyfriend.

Blaine chuckled, "I really don't see what the big deal is – your hair looks fine however you have it."

"You say that now, because you know what I can do to make you squeal like a girl."

Blaine's smile dropped as he quickly tucked his legs up and wrapped his arms around them.

"Please, no. Not the feet. Anything but the feet."

Kurt's hands had been winding their way towards one of Blaine's shins, and with a quick grasp he held one of his boyfriend's feet firmly and sat staring at it, as did Blaine. Kurt's face looked mischievous however, and Blaine's was terrified.

"Kurt! No! Don't, oh God, please don – eek!" Blaine squirmed as Kurt began to tickle his foot.

Kurt laughed, "Okay, I think that's a fair enough payback," Kurt conceded, having gained sufficient amusement from watching Blaine writhe on his bed from discomfort.

"I think it's adorable how ticklish you are."

Blaine could do nothing but glare at Kurt who was grinning goofily at him, eyes alight.

"I still love you, even though you enjoy torturing me." Blaine grumbled, flopping down on the bed once more.

Kurt smiled, "I still love you, even though you're still learning how to tie a proper bow tie."

Blaine blushed, "Hey! Those things are tricky alright? At least I'm learning after all these years."

Kurt's mind wandered back to when he went through Blaine's drawers and stumbled across his bowties – all either Velcro or elastic. None requiring Blaine to tie them himself. That day Kurt also found out about how long it took Blaine to learn to tie his shoelaces.

"You were twelve, really?" Kurt had asked, shocked.

Blaine had grumbled something about lacking coordination and Kurt had chuckled, "You think it's embarrassing Blaine, but I think it's part of what makes you perfect."

Blaine had blushed as Kurt pecked him on the cheek, wrapping his arms around him tightly.

"Kurt? Hello? Kurt!"

Kurt blinked as Blaine waved his hand in front of his unfocused gaze.

"Sorry, was just thinking back to when I found your bowties... and your shoelace confession." Kurt chuckled.

"Oh God, not again" Blaine groaned into his pillow.

Kurt just smiled, "Anyhow love, I should probably go home now – I told Dad I'd use the rest of today to work on my assignments."

Blaine nodded, "Of course. I might see you tomorrow maybe?"

Kurt beamed, "Sure, I'd love that."

The pair headed down the stairs, Blaine carrying Kurt's bag and Kurt carrying the copious souvenirs Blaine and the Wrights had bought for him.

"You off now Kurt?" Peter popped his head around the kitchen door.

Kurt nodded, "Gotta get home and do some school work. Can't have time off like this guy."

He nudged Blaine who smiled weakly at Kurt.

"I'll miss you."

Peter rolled his eyes, "God you two are sickening!" He exclaimed, "Go on, get out of here before you turn my son into a puddle of goo!"

Kurt laughed, "Well I don't think I have that effect, but I should go and give you guys some time to catch up."

He hugged Blaine tightly, "Don't get into too much trouble, and I'll come visit tomorrow afternoon."

Blaine grinned, "Well I'll see what I can do, but I'm not making any promises."

With a quick peck on the lips, Kurt was out the door and Blaine stood awkwardly, not too sure what to do with himself.

"Blaine, can you come in here for a moment please?"

Blaine closed the door softly and headed into the kitchen.

Blaine sat opposite his parents at the kitchen table, as seemed to be the norm whenever there was something remotely important to discuss.

"There's a place available at McKinley for next semester." Peter stated, smiling at Blaine.

"That's great," Blaine smiled wistfully, "But we don't live in Lima."

Megan grinned, and Peter laughed softly.

"Yet."

A/N: hehehehehe