Disclaimer: This chapter is very strange at the end. Let's just say that, I was in the same state Kurt was in when I wrote it (i.e. extreme sleep deprivation). You're either gonna laugh your ass off or shake your head and flounce - I'm not sure there will be any middle ground LMAO. Glee belongs to Ryan Murphy et al (though he's currently on my shit list), and my faboo beta who puts up with this insanity is GLee68. Love her muchly!

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Chapter 21

"Kurt, will you stay the night with me tonight?"

"Well, I haven't exactly spoken to my dad yet about having overnights with you, but now's as good of a time as any." Kurt put his phone on Bluetooth and hit the speed dial for his father.

"Hi Dad, it's just me."

"Hey Kurt, how was the party?"

"It was perfect. Went off without a hitch. I wanted to ask you, Dad, if you'd be okay with me spending the night at Blaine's tonight."

The other end of the line grew quiet. Kurt heard a bit of shuffling around and he could hear Burt's jaw cracking just slightly, meaning Burt was opening his mouth to speak, but not quite sure what to say.

"Okay, Dad, I know what you want to ask me. Here is a quick update. We are not THERE yet. We're not really even halfway to THERE. When we do end up THERE, we will be careful, but honestly, the destination for tonight is not THERE. It might be a suburb of THERE, but we most definitely will not be venturing into downtown THERE tonight. Now, with that said, can I stay with Blaine tonight?"

After another long pause, Burt finally managed speech. "Um, yeah. Okay, I get it. I trust you, and you can stay. Thanks for calling, Kurt. I'll see you tomorrow." Burt then hung up abruptly.

"Oh man. I can imagine I'm blushing now, but from the way that conversation went, you ought to be able to fry an egg on his head. I don't envy Carole tonight!" Kurt chuckled. Since he was starting to get a LITTLE more comfortable about being intimate with Blaine, it was a little easier to talk about it. And therefore, his father's reactions were getting to be WAY more funny.

They arrived at Blaine's house and unloaded the SUV. Blaine said to Kurt, "Just toss that stuff anywhere." As soon as Kurt's arms were free, he felt himself being yanked in Blaine's direction and he was immediately pressed up flat against his sexy boyfriend. Blaine pulled him into a kiss – THIS was the kiss that was meant to be hot, wet, passionate, sultry. Everything that the previous kiss was not. Kurt felt both himself and Blaine harden very quickly. They would both be rock solid before long.

"Kurt, baby, tell me how far we can go tonight. I'll take anything, but I need your body tonight. Please tell me what I can have." Blaine panted.

"Tell me what you want, Blaine, and then I'll tell you if you can have it."

"Can I have you naked, Kurt? All the way? I want to finally see all of you, and I want to fall asleep tonight with your hot body pressed up against mine. Please?"

Kurt hesitated. He was really anxious about showing his body off to anyone, even Blaine. There probably wasn't anything really wrong with it, it was just the overly self-conscious teenager sneaking through.

"It's okay, baby. You don't have to. I will take you any way I can get you, and if that means we're cuddling fully clothed tonight then bring it on."

"No, Blaine, I'm just thinking how I want to do this." Kurt thought for a few more moments. "I want to do this in the dark. I want your other senses to get to know me fully before your eyes do."

Blaine groaned. "You mean I get to touch you? Everywhere? Oh God, happy belated birthday to me."

"You can see me in the morning light. When it's dark outside, it'll be dark in here. But when the sun comes up in the morning, we'll let it in here as well."

"Your trust means the world to me, Kurt. Really." Blaine walked over to the switch and turned out the light. It wasn't much, but there was just barely enough light left in the room to make their way to the bed without running into anything.

"May I help you take off your clothes?" Blaine said softy.

"Yes," Kurt breathed almost inaudibly. It didn't matter; the room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Blaine started by pulling Kurt to him and placing a gentle but meaningful kiss right on his lips. "I love you Kurt."

"I love you too, Blaine."

Blaine lifted Kurt's plain t-shirt over his head. While Kurt was still the height of fashion at school, Blaine's influence had been sneaking in some and he consented to dress more comfortably on the weekends. His jeans and t-shirts were still trendy, but they were far easier to care for and deal with. Blaine didn't know how he would handle having to unfasten more than a few buttons or lots of buckles tonight. He was so filled with anticipation that the simple act of just pulling Kurt's shirt off him had him shaking.

Kurt noticed this, and remarked, "You're just as nervous as I am, aren't you?"

"More, I think. I don't want to do anything that will make you not want me to touch you, so I'm feeling the pressure to make this perfect for you."

"It's already perfect. It's you."

Blaine threw the shirt off to the side and pushed Kurt back on the bed. He made short work of removing Kurt's jeans and his innocent yet extremely sexy plain black boxer briefs. He shucked off his own clothes and helped Kurt scoot over into the middle of the bed so there would be plenty of room.

Blaine placed a leg on either side of Kurt's body and leaned over. He kissed Kurt's face everywhere but on the lips, then ran the tip of his nose down Kurt's neck, stopping to kiss and lick his collarbone.

"Ungh," Kurt called out quietly. Blaine smiled as he began to understand the effect he was having on him. He decided to step up his game just a bit.

"Are you liking what I'm doing, baby? Does it feel good? You are so hard for me, aren't you? It's such a turn on to know that I'm driving you crazy…"

"Oh my God oh my God oh my God, road kill, wrinkly old grannies, parents having sex…." Kurt mumbled to himself. Blaine smirked briefly before continuing on his journey of Kurt's body. He loved knowing he had an effect on the positively edible boy below him.

Straightening up, Blaine let his fingers take over. He danced his fingers in feather-light patterns all over Kurt's chest, every once in awhile brushing one of his nipples. Every time he did, Kurt's body stiffened and he sharply inhaled. "Mmmmm, that drives you wild, doesn't it? Filing away that information for future notice."

Blaine readjusted his position so he was now sitting off to Kurt's side. "Close your eyes, Kurt."

"Why? It's dark in here, and – "

"Just do it, Kurt. Our eyes have adjusted to make use of the little light that's in here and I know you can sort of see me. I want you to close them."

After a moment's hesitation, Kurt obeyed and closed his eyes. Blaine leaned over and swirled his tongue around one of Kurt's nipples, and then immediately sucked it into his mouth.

"Holy hell!" Kurt called out. He jumped so high at the sensation that he nearly launched himself off the bed.

Blaine grinned like the Cheshire Cat. "I found a good spot, didn't I?"

"Blaine," Kurt whimpered. "I don't know how much longer I can take this. I feel like I'm on a hair trigger."

Blaine leaned over Kurt to whisper in his ear. "Can I touch your cock baby? Can I touch your cock and make you come?"

"Y-yes!" Kurt squeaked. Blaine licked his earlobe and Kurt jerked around on the bed again, clearly enjoying the sensation.

Blaine dragged his fingertips down Kurt's torso, just barely letting the nails scratch him. Kurt shivered and goosebumps appears all over his skin. "Ooh, you ARE on the edge. You're gonna come for me almost right as soon as I touch you. I bet you could almost come just by me talking dirty to you, couldn't you?"

"Ugh, I can't take this, I can't take this, please Blaine, I need you so bad!" Kurt practically screamed.

"That's what I like to hear, baby." He reached down to Kurt's cock and gently took it in his hand. "Mmm, big boy. Is this all for me?"

"Blaine pleeeeeaaaase," Kurt begged.

"Okay okay. God, you are leaking so much – that's going to make this so much easier." He firmly grasped his hand around the shaft and slowly began to stroke.

Feeling Blaine's hand on him like that was enough to send white fire down into his groin. He was going to come, and it was going to be huge.

He was panting hard now. "Bl-Blaine, I'm right there, please just a little more, oh God, BLAINE!" he shouted as he came in streams across his stomach and chest. He felt like he would never stop, but finally he felt his body begin to come to rest.

"Damn, Kurt, that was fucking HOT. And you have the prettiest O-face I have ever seen, baby." Blaine kissed Kurt quickly on the lips and went into the bathroom. He came out carrying a warm, damp washcloth and proceeded to cleaned Kurt up. "This is one of the funnest messes to make… and clean up," he grinned cheekily.

Kurt was in a post-orgasmic haze. If he had known his own body could make him feel this good, he probably would have started touching himself a lot sooner. "Mmmm Blaine, I should take care of you, too. You take such good care of me," he drawled sleepily.

"No sweetie, you go ahead and sleep. I'll be all right."

"NO. C'mere. I wan' touch."

"Scooch over, Kurt. If you stay awake long enough to touch me, we're going to need more space."

They resituated themselves in the middle of the bed and Blaine laid back against the pillows. Kurt draped his upper body across Blaine's stomach. Kurt was getting so sleepy he was starting to get a bit silly. He danced his fingers around Blaine's belly button while singing a non-sensical tune to himself. Then his fingers tickled their way down to Blaine's groin. "Look kids," Kurt mumbled. "It's Blaine's cockkkk," placing extra emphasis on the K sound. "It must be windy out 'cause it's swaaayyyying in the breeze…"

Blaine could barely hold back the laughter. He was starting to realize that there was no way he was going to be able to get off at this point, especially since Kurt's eyes had drifted shut and he was starting to doze. He began to pull Kurt off him and up toward the pillows, but the movement jostled him awake.

"Hmwa – whazzat? Oh lookie. It's a lollipop. C'mere lollipop." Kurt's hand reached out and grabbed Blaine's cock and he squealed in surprise. Kurt began mumbling, "Mmmm… I like lollipops." He stuck his tongue out and quickly licked the head, and Blaine groaned. "Hmmm. Funny tasting lollipop. It tastes like….PENIS. Funny flavor for a lollipop. But thas okay. I'm gay. I LIKE penis flavored things."

Blaine didn't know whether to laugh so hard he puked or to moan like a hooker. Kurt was entertaining, but holy cow was his cock enjoying the attention.

"Sometimes they call lollipops SUCKERSSSSS. Maybe I should suck on this one," he muttered. At that moment, he put the entire head in his mouth and gently sucked. Blaine screeched "Holy shit, Kurt!" and bucked his hips. Kurt gagged slightly, but kept sucking. He twirled his tongue around like a pro, even though he hadn't done this before and wasn't really even all that coherent.

"Oooh, balls. Bouncy!" Kurt grabbed Blaine's balls and jiggled them with one hand while continuing to lick on his "lollipop." Oh God, this is the most fucked up thing I've ever been witness to. My boyfriend is clearly certifiably insane and funny as fucking HELL and here I am both horrified and ready to blow! WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!

"Kurt, Kurt, pull off. Come on, this is really weird. You shouldn't be doing this when you're drunk on exhaustion." Kurt shook his head and refused to move. Blaine tried to physically remove Kurt's face from his crotch, but Kurt…growled. "What the fuck was THAT?" Blaine said.

Kurt looked up. He began muttering, "Damn boyfriend doesn't think I know what tha hell I'm doing. Jus' 'cause I'm a lil weird when I'm tired don't mean I don't know I wanna give 'im a blowjob. I'm tired, not drunk. Not stupid either. I'll show his ass. His pretty, pretty ass…"

All righty then, thought Blaine. I'm gonna get in more trouble for stopping him than I will if I don't. Kurt put his lips on Blaine's cock again, and he fluttered his lips up and down the sides. When Kurt finally took him in his mouth again, Blaine knew that this was going to be it – they were both going to let it happen. Kurt moved his mouth further down the shaft and then sucked hard as he was moving back, and that was too much for Blaine. "Shit, Kurt, coming!" He couldn't pull out on his own because Kurt was mad and wasn't letting him have any wiggle room, so Kurt got an unexpected mouthful. He had a funny look on his face, and then reached to the nightstand where Blaine had set the washcloth from the earlier cleanup and spat into it.

"Don't like cream filled centers. Much rather have jelly filled centers. Night night, Blaine," he said as he crawled up to the head of the bed, snuggled into Blaine's side, and fell fast asleep before he could even pull the covers up.

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All – Seriously, who spiked Kurt's drinks? 'Cause he is really fuckin' weird right now, guys. REALLY. – Blaine

B – Warblers didn't do anything. We swear. Most of us got KP for a month after an incident a couple of years ago. We don't do ANYTHING with booze anymore. – Wes

Blaine – You would have noticed, the way you were sucking his face last night. If you didn't smell booze, he didn't have any. – Tina

B – Kurt's usually really careful to get exactly 7 hours of sleep. No more, no less. You mess with that, you mess with his internal clock and he gets all wonky. Beware. – M

Blaine – Kurt gets INSANE when he's overtired. I've got recordings that would make the Royal Palace Guards crack. But don't tell Kurt. They are just in case he ever gets dirt on me for something. – Finn

Jeez, there really IS such a thing as sleep deprivation insanity, Blaine decided. This is important information.

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"Holy mother of God, what is this taste in my mouth?"

Blaine was woken from a deep, warm cozy sleep by the mad dash Kurt made into the bathroom. "Blaine, do you have an extra toothbrush in here?"

"No, should I? I thought you would bring your own."

"Well, my own is in my bag, which is in the car still. Forget it. I'll just use yours."

Normally Blaine wouldn't care but the thought of day-old jizz flavor on his toothbrush wasn't too attractive to him. "Baby? Maybe swishing with some mouthwash first will help?"

"Oh good idea. Ugh, I don't know how you tolerate the green mouthwash – the blue stuff is better. I'll have to remember to bring my own stuff over," Kurt chattered. Blaine could hear him gargling from the other room and breathed a sigh of relief. His toothbrush may still be useable after this.

"Blaine, why don't you have towels in here?"

"Um, because I'm a guy and I forget to do laundry?"

"I'm a guy and I don't….forget it. I'm going to lose this one no matter how hard I try," conceded Kurt. He poked his head outside the bathroom door. "Can I at least ask why I'm naked?"

"You can ask," Blaine answered facetiously.

"Very funny, Blaine. What happened last night that I'm totally naked…. And oddly not even freaking out about it?"

"C'mon out, Kurt, and we'll talk."

"You just want to see me parade around your place naked."

"I won't deny that, but I do want to talk, to, and we'd be so much more comfortable curled up in bed," Blaine reasoned.

Blaine shifted over to the far side of the bed and turned down the comforter in invitation to Kurt. Kurt walked out of the bathroom somewhat hunched over, trying hide himself, Blaine presumed. "Honey, I wish you wouldn't hide from me."

Kurt slid into the bed and quickly covered up. "Give me a few minutes, Blaine. I need to figure if there's anything I need to feel humiliated over first. Then maybe I'll have room emotionally to deal with being naked in front of you in broad daylight."

Blaine considered that for a moment. "Fair enough, but you did tell me last night that you would let me see you in daylight. Let me tell you the context of it, though."

Blaine proceeded to rehash the details of the following evening. Kurt remembered the party just fine, but beginning with arriving at Blaine's house, things started to get a bit hazy.

"Well, when we got here, we made a deal – you'd get naked in the dark for me last night, and then you'd let me actually see you in the morning light."

"That doesn't sound too bad." Kurt mused.

"No, it really wasn't. We had some really exciting touching and teasing time, which you enjoyed THOROUGHLY, I must say. However, you came pretty hard, and I think the fatigue from that put you over the edge from a little sleepy firmly into way too damn tired to be coherent."

Kurt cringed, "Oh shit. Are you trying to tell me that..."

"Yep. I even texted everyone to see if anyone would fess up to spiking your diet coke."

"Oh no, they wouldn't. They know what kind of wrath they'd suffer if they dare even TOUCH the diet coke. I could singlehandedly support at least half of the Coca-Cola company by myself and this is all beside the point, isn't it?"

Blaine chuckled. "You're adorable, Kurt. But yes, beside the point. The Dalton guys and most of the McKinley kids denied any involvement, but I learned a few things from Finn and Mercedes."

"Crap. Yes, I do get pretty insane when I'm overtired. Please tell me I didn't say anything too awful."

"Weeeeeellllll…"

"Blaine? Spill."

"If you thought you get interesting when you're just overtired, try overtired and horny."

"Oh sweet baby Jesus in the manger. Readers Digest Condensed version?"

"I'm not sure I can, but okay. I got you off. You wanted to repay me. I said no, you don't need to. You insisted. You said it must be windy out 'cause my cock was swaying in the breeze. Then you called it a lollipop so you started licking it. You said it tasted like penis but that's okay because you're gay and gay people like penis. You said, ooh balls, bouncy! And started bouncing them around. I tried to pull away again thinking I shouldn't be letting you do this when you were so incoherent, you fucking GROWLED at me and launched into this huge diatribe about how just because you were tired it didn't mean you didn't want to blow your boyfriend. I came, you spit it out, and you mentioned you'd rather have jelly filling 'cause you don't like cream filling, like I was some sort of doughnut or something. I think that's about it." Blaine tried to get it out as quickly as possible.

Kurt covered his face and started shaking. Blaine thought he was crying and went to soothe him, but just as he was about to say some comforting words, he noticed that Kurt wasn't crying, but he was laughing so hard he wasn't making any sounds. Tears were streaming down from his eyes, and he could hardly catch his breath. When he finally did calm down to get a big breath, he snorted. Blaine had never, ever seen anyone laugh so hard.

"H-h-holy CRAP, Blaine, how did you not run screaming!"

"Well, my dick WAS in your mouth…"

"BLAINE!"

"No, seriously – I didn't have any idea what to do! On one hand, my sides were splitting with the need to laugh until I cried, but on the other hand, you may not have given a blowjob before, but like everything else in your life, you are incredibly good at it. I wouldn't be an 18 year old guy if I had turned it down. And somewhere in the middle, I felt like I was taking advantage of you. I sure as hell wouldn't have let you do that if you were drunk, but this was almost like you were drunk. You would NOT stop, and you wouldn't let me insist, either. So suffice it to say, it was an interesting night."

"Wow. So I was good, huh?"

"You're not upset?"

"I have to stop being so damn uptight sometime, don't I?"

"No comment."

"That was still a comment. Anyway, if I can't let my hair down a bit with you, there's no point in even being together. And since that is not an option, I decided to untwist my undies by taking them off completely," and with that he threw back the covers with a flourish.

"Mmm, that's my confident sexy baby! I love you." He pulled Kurt's naked body over to rest on top of his own.

"I love you too, hon," Kurt responded. "So, I really was good?"

"Mind blowing," Blaine praised.

"I think you mean dick blowing," said Kurt cheekily.

"Yeah, that too!"

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A/N: So, um, yeah. If you're still with me, your comments will be a hoot to read! Love you all!