Let Me Be the One

by AraniaDuncan

Life isn't always easy, but sometimes having that one person to share it with makes all the difference. A Klaine love story chronicling the development of their relationship post "Baby It's Cold Outside."

21. Take Me There

Thank you for all of your reviews and encouragement!

I'm sorry that this chapter took a bit longer than I hoped. I had a bit of unexpected company that set me back a couple of days.

This chapter was almost completely written before the new season of Glee began and you are likely to see at least one similarity.

Also, there is some M rated content in this chapter, but nothing terribly graphic. Feel free to skip as suits your taste.

The songs are in the footnote and I don't own the characters.

Thank you for reading!

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Blaine sat on his bed, feet tucked up under his thighs pouring over the Show Choir Rules book, eyes flicking back and forth between the pages and his phone where it rested on the bed next to the open book. He sighed, the screen still blank, and returned to his reading.

The house was quiet, silent actually, since his father had gone to work and his mother and Caitlin were off finishing up some last minute preparations for the wedding. He hated the way his loneliness settled around him when he was in his old room, especially when the house was empty. The voices of hate and rejection that he had spent two years running from tickling at the back of his neck and begging him to let them in. His eyes drifted to his closet door, a shiver running down his spine.

Blaine could count on one hand the number of times that he had been home since moving to Dalton two years before and now he remembered why. So many bad memories, all the things that he had run from came flooding back into his senses. It was like he went into a time warp that immediately transported him back two years to the darkest time of his life. It was eery that even though he was away half a year at a time, nothing seemed to move in his room. Time literally seemed to be standing still. His room seemed to be awaiting the return of a son that the Andersons could be proud off, but Blaine was the only one who came.

No, Blaine told himself, I'm not going to do that to myself. I'm not going to go there.

His phone vibrated, breaking Blaine's train of thought.

Kurt: Hey handsome! How are you today? ILY.

Blaine snatched up his phone, nearly dropping it in his haste, an easy smile spreading across his face.

Blaine: Hello, my love. I'm better now. Always better when I'm talking to you. ILY2.

Kurt sighed, heart aching in his chest. He hated that Blaine was so lonely.

Kurt: I'll call you later. Okay?

Blaine brightened even further.

Blaine: Wonderful.

Happiness in his heart, Blaine returned his attention to his book determined to make the hours before he could talk to his love again go by in a flash.

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Even though they talked several times a day, quick texts or calls while Kurt was at work and longer ones in the evening, it was never enough for Blaine. He was living for these moments, feeling otherwise trapped in his family's home. He dared not leave lest he risk running into his past and his family was gone for long hours at a time. Long hours that gave Blaine's mind far too much opportunity to wander.

Kurt consumed his thoughts. Every song he heard was about Kurt. Everything he read, a story about them. Blaine felt crazy with his desire, and his grief. He was homesick. Homesick for the boy to whom he had given his heart. Kurt was his home now. Kurt was where Blaine belonged.

As the week dragged on Blaine hurt more and more. He spent hours with his guitar in his lap just trying to pass the time any way he could. His body and heart ached for Kurt, he could feel him missing from his arms.

How had he let this happen? Allowed himself to feel so strongly about someone else at seventeen years old. There was no forever here. High school romances don't last. What the hell was he thinking?

You are going to get your heart broken, his mind told him. You don't get the things you want. Kurt is amazing and one of these days he is going to wake-up and realize that he can do better than you.

He tried to push the thoughts aside, his heart beginning to break. But he was overtaken by their assault, burying his face in his hands, tears sliding down his cheeks. How he wished that Kurt was there to hold him.

Whoooa, my love, my darlin'
I've hungered for your touch
A long, lonely time
And time goes by so slowly
And time, can do so much
Are you still mine?
I need your love
I need your love
God speed your love to me

Blaine couldn't hold back the tears, the words of the song tugging at the strings of his heart. Blaine had always loved this song, the enchanting melody, the raw emotion. But now it spoke to him in a completely different way. He knew what it felt like to need someone, to hunger for his touch.

He sobbed brokenly, curling himself into a ball on his bed, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes, the missing aching in his body. He needed Kurt, needed his love.

Lonely rivers flow to the sea, to the sea
To the open arms of the sea, yeah
Lonely rivers sigh
Wait for me, wait for me
I'll be comin' home, wait for me

Blaine wrapped his arms tightly around himself, imagining that they were Kurt's, that Kurt was pulling him close and placing a small kiss to his cheek, wiping away his tears. He imagined that they were dancing together, bodies flush, Blaine's head resting on Kurt's shoulder, the warmth of his love's body all around him. He closed his eyes and looked into the eyes of the man he loved, felt the soft press of Kurt's lips against his, Kurt's hand warm against his cheek.

Whoooa, my love, my darlin'
I've hungered, hungered for your touch
A long, lonely time
And time goes by so slowly
And time can do so much
Are you still mine
I need your love
I, I need your love
God speed your love to me

He heard his choked crying filling the silence, joined by the buzz of his phone. He picked it up off of his nightstand, flicking his finger across the screen.

Kurt: Thinking of you.

Blaine collapsed back onto his bed, clutching the phone to his chest. Kurt had sent him a reprieve. Kurt was thinking of him in his time of need. Blaine couldn't help the small smile that quirked at his lips, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand. He took a deep breath and fumbled with the keys, struggling to see through his tears.

Blaine: You too.

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"Are you trying to set it on fire?" Caitlin asked sarcastically, arms crossed against her chest as she stood in Blaine's doorway.

Blaine pulled his gaze away from his phone to glare at his sister.

"Hasn't called yet?" she deduced, coming to sit on the edge of her brother's bed. "You know a watched phone never rings."

Blaine laughed hollowly, looking into his sister's eyes. Caitlin felt herself recoil slightly, had Blaine been crying?

"Are you okay?" she worried, moving closer to her brother on the bed.

"Yeah," Blaine lied.

Caitlin patted her brother's hand, internally cursing herself. She had been so wrapped up in the wedding that she hadn't really spent any time with her brother.

"How about we go out, just you and me, on Saturday?"

"Really?" Blaine brightened. He always enjoyed the time he spent with his sister.

"Of course. I'm sorry that I have been so busy, but I really want to spend some time with you before I'm a married lady."

Blaine smiled. Caitlin smiled in return.

"So it's a date then?" she confirmed. Blaine nodded.

"You know Blaine, my brilliant little brother once told me, 'the phone rings both ways'," she added over her shoulder as she made her way out of his room.

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On Saturday afternoon, Caitlin and Blaine made their way into Cleveland for their evening of sibling bonding. Caitlin rented a hotel room, giving them freedom from their parents' prying eyes for the evening. She made a pitcher of mudslides with a blender borrowed from home and settled cross-legged on the bed facing her brother, engaging him in a conversation about life.

A conversation that quickly turned to a discussion of love, significant others, and...

"So how far have you two gone?"

Blaine nearly spit out his mouthful of frozen beverage. He swallowed hard, eyes watering. "Excuse me?"

Caitlin laughed. "You heard me."

"What do you mean 'how far have we gone'?"

Caitlin narrowed her eyes at her brother, though her filter was mostly gone, clearly she hadn't gotten her brother tipsy enough before asking this question. "You and Kurt, have you had sex yet?"

"Not that it is any of your business, but no."

Caitlin tilted her head, looking adoringly at her brother while she took a long drag on her straw.

"I know it is none of my business, but we have always talked about everything and I really don't want that to change. There is absolutely nothing that you can't tell me or talk to me about. Okay, Blaine?"

"Okay," Blaine said meekly, taking a long drink. Blaine felt a little sick. He knew that he could tell Caitlin anything, but there were so many things that had happened to him after she moved out that she didn't know, things that he wished he could tell her.

"So what have you done?" she asked excitedly.

Blaine groaned.

"Okay, I'll make it easy for you, give it to me in bases."

Blaine could feel the color rushing to his cheeks as his alcohol tinged mind tried to remember the significance of the different bases.

Caitlin was not to be dissuaded. "Well, clearly you have kissed. Hell, I saw you do that! So that's first base," she said holding up one finger.

Blaine nodded.

"Have you?" Caitlin made a hand gesture.

The color deepened on Blaine's cheeks, but he nodded the affirmative.

Caitlin squealed.

"Have you?" Caitlin brought the hand to her mouth, sucking in her cheeks and puffing them back out.

Blaine's whole face colored, shaking his head 'no'.

"So second base for you guys, then."

"Okay." Blaine sounded shy as he brought the straw back to his mouth.

"I'm proud of you, Blaine. It's really cool that you guys aren't rushing into things. I haven't been as careful with my heart and body as I should have been. I'm really lucky that I didn't end up getting hurt."

She laughed. "And to think that Mom and Dad think I'm a virgin bride!" Her laughter grew. "Can you believe that Mom finally decided to give me 'the talk' as we were shopping for my wedding dress!" She was now nearly hysterical with laughter. "About 6 years too late, Mom!"

Blaine couldn't help but laugh as his sister collapsed to the mattress, somehow managing not to spill her drink.

"I'm guessing that means they don't know that you and Teddy live together."

"You guess correctly," Caitlin managed through her gasps.

Their parents really were clueless sometimes.

"Can I ask you a question?" Blaine wondered after their laughter had become several minutes of silence.

"Sure, anything," Caitlin said, sitting back up.

"How many people were you with before Teddy?"

"Four. My first time was with some random guy at a party. I don't recommend that." She looked pointedly at Blaine. "Then there was Jared. You remember Jared."

"Of course, your high school boyfriend."

"Exactly. I kind of think of him as my first because he was the first one that I cared about. The third and fourth were just guys that I dated my freshman and sophomore years of college before I met Teddy, I probably never even mentioned them to you."

They both took long sips of their drinks, Blaine felt a bit fuzzy and he knew that he should probably stop soon before he ended up being hung over the next day.

"What's it like?"

Caitlin thought for a minute. This was a huge question for her brother to ask and she wanted to get the answer just right.

"When you are ready and you are with the right person, someone that you love and who loves you, it is absolutely the most incredible thing that you can imagine."

Blaine sighed dreamily, his thoughts flying away to Kurt in an instant. Caitlin watched her brother disappear into his own mind.

"You really love him don't you?"

"So much it hurts sometimes."

"Blaine, that is wonderful." Unable to contain her happiness, she leaned over and pulled her brother into a warm hug.

Tears began to slide down Blaine's cheeks. "I really miss him," his voice choked as he tried to hold back the wave of tears.

"I know what you mean. I miss Teddy so much, too. It's just not right for us to be apart." Blaine could hear the tears in her voice. Caitlin sniffled, holding onto her brother as they shook under their sobs. "I'm so glad that I am going to get to see him in two days," she said, glancing at the clock. "Actually, it's after midnight so I can officially say I will see him tomorrow."

Blaine nodded, unable to speak. He still had a whole week to endure before he would see Kurt again.

When the glasses were empty and they had cried all of the tears that they could spare, they settled down into their respective beds. Before she flicked the light off, Caitlin looked over at her baby brother and saw a man. She smiled.

"Just because I am getting married doesn't change anything between us. You are my little brother and I will always be there for you, no matter what. Just because I am not in the same state doesn't mean that I forget about you or that you aren't important to me. I am only ever a phone call away. Okay?"

"Okay."

"I love you, Blainey Bear."

"I love you, too, Caity Cat."

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Kurt sat on his bed, wrapped in his blanket, a movie playing on his computer, tears trickling down his face, his thoughts elsewhere. It was Saturday night. His first Saturday night of summer vacation and he was spending it curled up alone in his bedroom.

Finn was out with Rachel, Mercedes and her family had left on vacation, Carole was working the late shift, and his dad had fallen asleep in front of some show Kurt didn't even recognize. As soon as his father's eyes closed, Kurt stole away to his bedroom to reorganize his closet and put the finishing touches on his outfit selections for the following weekend.

He picked up his phone to call Blaine, but stilled. It was Blaine's night with his sister, Kurt wasn't going to interrupt them. The phone still in his hand, a tear started to run down his face and Kurt sucked in a harsh breath.

He had been so busy working at his Dad's shop and spending time with his friends that he hadn't really felt the weight of his separation from Blaine. He thought of Blaine constantly, enjoyed talking to him every day, but every time he had the opportunity to really miss him he was distracted by something else going on.

He collapsed onto his bed, crawling toward the headboard and wrapping himself in a blanket, thoughts of Blaine surrounding him and flooding his mind. He could feel Blaine pressed against him, see the way his mouth quirked up when he smiled at Kurt, hear Blaine singing softly in his ear. Kurt sucked in a sob, his whole body shaking with emotion. He wiped furiously at the tears in his eyes, trying to gain some control over his emotions.

It was the first night in as long as he could remember that he wouldn't tell Blaine goodnight.

Despite his best efforts, Kurt could not contain his tears, the pain of missing his boyfriend hurting deep in his heart as his mind overwhelmed him with memories of Blaine, finally settling on the night that Blaine had climbed into bed with him and held him while he listened to his mother sing him to sleep. Everything seemed better, easier, in Blaine's arms. Kurt was stronger and happier when he had Blaine by his side.

He let the tears continue to fall for a few minutes before deciding that he needed a distraction, grabbing his laptop and selecting a movie, the tears continuing to fall as the opening title played.

"You okay, buddy?"

Kurt's eyes flew across his room, finding his father standing in the doorway.

"Yeah," Kurt sniffled, clearing his throat and trying not to sound as sad as he felt.

"Are you not feeling well?" Burt questioned.

"No, I'm fine," Kurt reassured. "Just a sad movie."

"Oh, okay," Burt puzzled as a laugh track poured from Kurt's computer. "I'm going to head to bed now."

"Okay, Dad. Goodnight," Kurt said quickly, hoping to get his father out of his room as quickly as possible before he ended up explaining himself further.

"Goodnight, son," Burt said, lingering in the doorway. "Kurt," Burt said waiting for Kurt's attention before continuing, "I love you."

Kurt smiled a bit through his tears. "I love you, too, Dad."

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When Kurt and Blaine finally spoke the next day, they both broke down in tears, finally admitting how desperately they missed each other. Friday could not come soon enough.

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"So? So? What did they say?" Blaine asked excitedly the moment he saw his boyfriend's beautiful face appear on his computer.

"Hello to you, too," Kurt teased.

"Hi my love! But really, what did they say?"

Kurt smiled brightly. "They said, 'of course.'"

Both boys bounced excitedly, wishing they could leap into each other's arms.

"Remind me to hug my sister!" Blaine laughed.

"Remind me to hug your sister! It was so nice of her to even think of inviting me to the rehearsal."

Blaine smiled to himself.

"What?" Kurt questioned, seeing the look on his boyfriend's face.

"I think she knows how much I have missed you and wanted to give me an excuse to come and pick you up so that we could have more time together."

"And now I think I love her even more."

"Me too."

They stared at each other taking in the nuances of the other boy's face.

Kurt leaned toward the computer, lowering his voice a bit.

"I know that you said you would pick me up around 10:30, but I was thinking that everyone leaves for work around 9 and if you came earlier, we could have some time alone before we had to head back."

Blaine's eyes widened, heat spreading through his body.

"Oh?"

Kurt shifted again, staring right into the camera.

"I don't know. I just thought that there might be something that we could do with that time," Kurt flirted, his voice heavy with insinuation.

"Oh yes, I am sure that we can think of something," Blaine smirked.

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Excitement coursed through Blaine's veins. He hadn't been able to sleep much, finally resolving to get up at 4 and begin getting dressed. He took his time, making sure that he looked devastating before finishing his preparations. Sitting on the edge of his bed, he watched the numbers on his clock slowly grow, wondering how long he absolutely must wait before his departure.

As he drove waves of emotion tumbled over him. Excitement, nervousness, longing, happiness. He bubbled with excitement at finally getting to see his Kurt again, to be able to hold him and touch him and kiss him. He wondered if it would feel different to be back together after weeks apart, if somehow they would have lost their connection. He fought with his nerves. They had an hour alone in Kurt's house. An hour to devote to loving each other. An hour to experience another first.

Before he knew it, Blaine was turning onto Meadowbrook Parkway and parking his car in front of the Hummel house. Kurt barely had the door open before Blaine's lips were covering his. Kurt's arms flew automatically around his boyfriend, pulling him closer as he swayed back under the force of Blaine's kiss.

The moment their lips met the weight of their separation hit them both, overwhelming desire mixed with sadness and joy. Kurt couldn't believe how much he felt like he had forgotten Blaine despite his best attempts to remember. In just two weeks time he felt like he had forgotten how absolutely amazing it felt to have Blaine in his arms, lips pressed to his. And he was getting drunk on the feeling, letting their lips slide against each other's, mouths fitted together leaving little room for thought or breathing.

A little switch flipped and suddenly they couldn't get enough of each other. They clawed at each other's backs, forcing their bodies into the same space, hungry for each other's touch, devouring each other's lips.

Blaine had missed Kurt. God had he missed him. His arms, his body, his heart had ached with the missing. Pressing against him felt like heaven, so much better than what his imagination had chosen to supply him. Even when he laid in bed at night, eyes closed, and tried to force himself to remember Kurt's touch, it was never like this. The fears and insecurities that had been plaguing him melted away. All of the questions in his mind answered in Kurt's eyes. He was in Kurt's arms. He was home.

"God Kurt," Blaine nearly growled as their lips parted. They caught each other's eyes for a moment before crashing their lips back together, Kurt pulling Blaine into the house and kicking the front door closed behind him.

"Hi," Kurt smirked when they came up for air.

"Hi," Blaine exhaled, staring hard into his eyes.

Kurt giggled, taking in the sight of his gorgeous boyfriend. "Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes."

Blaine's cheeks began to color, a smile quirking at his lips. That was exactly the reaction he was hoping for.

"I wasn't expecting to see you quite this early," Kurt continued.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't wait," Blaine explained.

"Obviously," Kurt teased. "I think you would have kissed Finn if he had answered the door."

"No," Blaine said, leaning his forehead against Kurt's. "I knew it was you."

He pressed their lips together again, lingering. They had missed two weeks of kisses and they were determined to make up for all of them in the next hour.

Kurt took Blaine's hand softly in his, pulling him along before spinning to face Blaine as he reached the stairs. "I love you, Blaine Anderson," he said softly, tucking a finger under Blaine's chin to tilt his head back so Kurt could capture his lips.

Blaine felt his knees buckle slightly, grabbing onto Kurt and the banister to steady himself. Kurt smiled against his lips, wrapping an arm around Blaine to hold him up.

Before Blaine could reply, Kurt was leading them up the stairs, noticeably exaggerating the movement of his hips for Blaine's benefit. Blaine felt his mind starting to melt.

Kurt pulled him through the doorway of his bedroom, spinning them around and releasing his hand to quietly close the door behind them.

Blaine's eyebrows shot up in askance.

"It just feels more private this way," Kurt smiled.

They stared at each other for a moment, nerves settling over them as they remembered their conversation from the night before.

"Was there, uh, anything in particular that you wanted to do tomorrow?" Kurt had asked.

"What do you mean?" Blaine replied innocently.

Kurt took a deep breath, unsure of how to approach the subject. He had been thinking about it for two weeks, well actually for almost a month.

"I mean while we are alone?"

"Oh," Blaine breathed, nerves keeping him from replying further. Was Kurt really asking what he thought that he was asking?

Kurt waited for Blaine to say more, but when no further answer came, he continued, "I was just thinking that, well, there is something that we have been kind of..."

"Yes. Yes, Kurt," Blaine cut him off.

Kurt smiled at Blaine's sudden enthusiasm. "Oh, okay then."

"So tomorrow?" Blaine asked.

"Yeah, tomorrow," Kurt confirmed.

But now that tomorrow had finally come, both of them were just staring, unsure of how to make the first move.

Finally, Kurt stepped toward his boyfriend, pressing the full length of his body against Blaine, taking his hands and wrapping them around Blaine's where they met at their sides. Kurt gazed into the amalgamation of colors that were Blaine's eyes. They breathed in sharply, the weight of their stare already turning them breathless.

Kurt trailed his fingertips up Blaine's arms, across his shoulders and up the sides of his neck, covering the line of Blaine's jaw with his palms. Blaine slid his hands under the edge of Kurt's shirt, grazing across the soft skin just above his waistband, both of them shuddering.

After a moment of silent conversation and reading the words on their boyfriend's heart, they gave in. Their lips met, tangling together for a moment before their tongues joined in. Blaine could feel the sharp intakes of breath that Kurt was taking against his cheek. Kurt swore he could feel Blaine's heart pounding against his own.

Kurt's hand found Blaine's behind his back, grasping it and turning toward his bed where he had turned down the sheets in anticipation. He sat down on the edge waiting for Blaine to toe off his shoes before climbing up toward the headboard, pulling Blaine with him. Kurt lay back against the pillows, Blaine coming to rest over him, knees tucked against Kurt's hips, hands bracing his weight above Kurt's shoulders as he stared into his boyfriend's beautiful blue-green eyes. Eyes so full of love and desire that they stole Blaine's breath once again.

Kurt and Blaine had been in bed together many times before, but there was something about being in Kurt's bed in an empty house that felt new and intimate. Something about knowing what was about to happen that shrouded the moment in its own kind of magic. Smiling Kurt swiped his hand over Blaine's cheek, then wrapped it around the back of his neck and pulled their lips together.

Slowly they peeled the clothes from their love's body, kissing their way through it, taking their time to run firm hands over shoulders and backs, stomachs and hips, until they were both clothed in only their underwear and Blaine had snuggled in next to Kurt, his arm and leg across Kurt's chest and thighs as their soft kisses continued.

Blaine was trying to assuage his guilt, knowing that being mostly naked in Kurt's bed, in an empty house would definitely be against Burt's rules. Rules that Blaine tried desperately not to break. Kurt seemed completely unconcerned. He was eager for Blaine's touch after two weeks apart and knowing that there would be very little room for it this weekend, he wanted to steal the moment while they could.

Blaine returned his attention to the feeling of Kurt's skin as he traced his lover's ribs with his fingertips. Sliding his body atop Kurt's, Blaine ducked to kiss and nip lightly at the skin of his long neck. Kurt purred contentedly as Blaine's kisses turned quick and hungry, pulling skin between his lips. This was what he wanted. Blaine, all over him.

His warm mouth dragged lower, stopping to tease at each of Kurt's nipples before continuing its journey to his waistband. When he met Kurt's eyes, Kurt happily nodded his permission. He hurriedly removed Kurt's last remaining article of clothing, catching it on one of Kurt's feet and causing them both to laugh before he dropped it over the side of the bed to the floor.

Looking back at his boyfriend he stilled. "God Kurt."

Kurt giggled, "You have been saying that a lot lately."

"I just... I... god I don't know what else to say. You take my breath away."

Kurt's head tilted slightly, a moment passing between them that threatened to fill both of their eyes with tears.

"I'm so in love with you."

"And I," Blaine tried to breath through the intensity, "I am hopelessly in love with you."

Kneeling between his legs, Blaine rested a hand on each of Kurt's thighs, Kurt's hands coming down to cover them.

Seeing his boyfriend laid out before him stirred all kinds of thoughts in Blaine's mind, not only about Kurt's seemingly inhuman beauty, but about how badly he wanted to touch and taste every inch of it.

Kurt's thumbs hooked in the waistband of Blaine's boxers. "Off?"

Blaine nodded, Kurt pulling them down and Blaine shifting to let them free. They waited for the other to move, to press forward and get lost together, but instead they just dragged their eyes across each other's skin.

"Kurt?" Kurt's eyes were immediately on Blaine's. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, Blaine, I'm sure," Kurt replied without hesitation.

Settling his hands on Kurt's ankles, Blaine began the long drag up his body to Kurt's shoulders, smoothing down his arms before sliding back up to tangle in Kurt's hair. Kurt was absolutely gorgeous, overwhelmingly so. He took Blaine's breath away.

Blaine had been so worried, had spent so much of the last two weeks making himself sick over the thought that during their time apart Kurt was going to decide that he didn't want Blaine anymore. But with Kurt laid out before him, willing and welcoming his touch, Blaine's heart felt ready to burst. He saw everything that he felt for Kurt being returned in Kurt's eyes.

He pecked at the corner of Kurt's lips before sliding across and kissing him slow and deep, sucking on his bottom lip as he pulled away. He shifted down, settling on his chest between Kurt's legs. Kurt shivered as Blaine began to work him with a firm hand, placing featherweight kisses along the length of his thigh.

Blaine felt himself begin to with panic. In all the times he thought out doing this, and despite how much he knew he wanted it, Blaine hadn't really thought about what to do. What exactly was he supposed to do? What if he did it wrong? What if Kurt hated it and never wanted him to do it again?

Though he was trying to hide it, kissing lightly at Kurt's hip and making him squirm with the motion of his hand, Kurt could see the panic in his eyes.

"Blaine," Kurt whispered. "You don't have to do this."

Blaine's eyes caught Kurt's, worry quickly slipping away.

"I know. I want to."

Blaine rested his hand over Kurt's pounding heart, Kurt's hand coming to cover it, tucking his fingers into Blaine's palm. He took one more look at Kurt, trying to memorize the look of excitement and anticipation covering his face, the innocence in the eyes of this beautiful boy who had chosen him.

He took a steadying breath, trying to calm the liquid fire coursing through his veins as he lowered himself slowly. Blaine's tongue flicked out and made a tentative swipe, causing Kurt's hips to buck unexpectedly, clutching tightly to Blaine's hand and sucking in a harsh breath. Blaine smiled and did it again, earning a similar reaction. And then his mouth was on Kurt, tentative flicks of the tongue becoming the slow drag of lips as Kurt felt himself pitch, clutching the hand he held, his other hand grasping the sheets. Blaine's lips slowly sank lower as his confidence grew and Kurt could no longer stifle the moan threatening to escape his lips.

"Oh Blaine," Kurt ground out, eyes transfixed on Blaine's dark hair. He could feel Blaine's lips quirk into a smile around him and Kurt's world narrowed to Blaine's mouth, warm and loving. Blaine looked up taking in the look of awe on Kurt's face. The sight of Blaine's lips stretching to accommodate him stole the air from Kurt's lungs. How did Blaine manage to look so incredibly beautiful like this?

Their eyes locked and Kurt felt dizzy, sucking in a much needed breath, chest heaving.

Blaine shifted up to align their faces, giving Kurt a chance to recover.

"You...Kurt...you are gorgeous," he cooed ineloquently.

Speech had been completely erased from Kurt's abilities, so he said 'thank you' with his eyes, bringing his hand up to Blaine's cheek and sweeping his thumb across Blaine's lips. The lips that had just be wrapped so firmly around him. The lips he had just been inside. When Blaine leaned down to share a kiss, Kurt could taste himself there and Kurt was sure that he had never experienced anything so erotic, and completely unexpected. Kurt was fighting back the tears. Going from absolutely no contact to this seemed completely overwhelming.

When Blaine was finished assaulting his boyfriend's mouth, he dragged his lips the length of his body, wrapping them around him again. He moved with more confidence now, daring to suck slightly and lick and move his mouth purposefully.

Kurt was coming undone above him, his hand returning to the sheets and finally letting the gasps and moans flow freely as he became lost in the sensation. His head pitched back, eyes closing automatically as he writhed against the mattress, his body completely overtaken by the electricity and heat. His hand flew to Blaine's shoulder, feeling the motion there. He struggled for breath as his toes dug into the mattress.

"Blaine," he choked desperately, squeezing his hand in a vice-like grip. Blaine watched the twist of Kurt's face as the motion of his hand continued, Kurt's muscles seizing, head throwing forward, then collapsing as he came hard across his stomach. After several more strokes, Kurt started to giggle, batting away Blaine's hand, the feeling far too much.

"Kiss me," Kurt demanded and Blaine scrambled up to do just that, Kurt's body shuddering again when their lips met and Blaine licked into his mouth.

"Oh...oh my god, Blaine...that was amazing," he exhaled against Blaine's lips, quickly pressing them back together because he just couldn't get enough. Kissing and kissing and kissing the boy he loved.

Blaine cleaned him softly with a washcloth, tossing it into the hamper before settling back alongside Kurt on the bed, combing his fingers through Kurt's damp hair.

"How much time do we have before we need to leave?" Kurt wondered looking at the clock.

Following Kurt's eyes to the clock, Blaine thought for a moment.

"About half an hour," Blaine replied.

Kurt sighed. He would have been so happy to climb under the sheets next to his naked boyfriend and cuddle together, but there was no time for that now.

Kurt fixed Blaine with a stare that let him know what was coming next. Raising himself from the bed, Kurt hooked his arm around Blaine's waist, tugging Blaine under him in one smooth motion, Blaine's heart already starting to pound wildly in his chest.

"Kurt, you don't have to-" Blaine's words were silenced with a finger to soft lips. Kurt just stared at the beautiful boy beneath him, raking his eyes over Blaine's body, appreciating all of the deliciously available skin before replacing his finger with his lips.

Blaine melted into the kiss, giving over control to Kurt as he started dragging his hand along Blaine's side. Blaine settled his arms loosely around Kurt's neck, tugging him closer as Kurt made his way into his mouth. Kurt kissed him, slow and deep, taking time to map the contour of his lips with his tongue.

Kurt was concentrating. Hard. Blaine had been so amazing and made everything so good for him, he wanted to do the same for Blaine. He had been thinking about this for a long time and now that the moment was here he was trying to steel his resolve and fight off the butterflies that were swirling in his stomach. He removed his lips from Blaine's taking a moment to stare into his beautiful, trusting, love-filled eyes before diving back in, harder and insistent.

Kurt grasped Blaine's sides, settling his knee between Blaine's thighs, lowering himself to rest on Blaine as he began working their hips together. The feeling of Kurt's naked body, strong and soft, covering his, removed the thoughts from Blaine's mind. Kurt felt incredible.

Kurt's mouth broke from his, nipping lightly at his jaw before sliding down his neck, eliciting a series of small gasps. He continued the rolling of his hips, his thigh pressing just right against Blaine as he kissed teasingly slow across Blaine's strong shoulders. Blaine flattened his palms against the sway of Kurt's back, pulling him closer. He watched Kurt's beautiful mouth as it dragged along his body, sucking a sharp breath through his teeth when Kurt reached his nipple, sucking on it lightly. Pressing his hands up Blaine's sides to rest on his shoulders, Kurt worked across his chest to assault his other nipple. Blaine's eyes closed, losing himself in the feeling of Kurt's lips and thigh.

After a moment Kurt drew himself up to meet Blaine eye-to-eye. Grasping Blaine's face, Kurt crashed their lips together, Blaine's fingers sliding down and digging into the muscle of Kurt's ass in response. They both groaned when their tongues met, Kurt rocking down in a particularly forceful stroke.

"Shit, Kurt." Blaine caught Kurt's eyes, his desire clearly evident in his lust blown pupils. Blaine wanted, he wanted so much. And Kurt wanted, he wanted more of that look on Blaine's face.

"Give me your hand," Kurt requested, Blaine quickly covering his boyfriend's hand with his own. Lacing their fingers together, Kurt kissed across Blaine's knuckles, capturing the tip of his index finger and sucking it lightly between his lips. Blaine's mouth fell open as he stared, taking in the intricate movements of Kurt's mouth around his finger.

Kurt looked up with a begging stare, Blaine met it with a smile.

Smiling, Kurt slid down to position himself, resting their entwined hands on Blaine's chest, wrapping his other hand around Blaine a finger at a time as he drew a circle around his navel with his tongue. The feeling of Kurt's warm tongue on his skin sent a shiver down his spine. Blaine's mouth continued to hang open as he craned his neck up to watch Kurt, breath coming in short pants.

Kurt connected the dots between Blaine's navel and hip with his tongue, tracing the line of the 'V' of muscle and sucking and nipping at Blaine's hipbone where it jutted out underneath his skin. Blaine smiled. Kurt knew exactly how much he liked that.

Blaine couldn't peel his eyes away, the noises coming from his mouth growing more desperate by the moment. Kurt was teasing him, dragging his lips ever so slowly and making a real show of circling the area without giving Blaine the touch he wanted. He felt desperate, wanting to tell Kurt to stop teasing him, to grab Kurt's hair and direct his mouth where he wanted it. Kurt could feel the tension in Blaine's body, knowing that he was driving Blaine absolutely insane with what he was doing, and enjoying each second of it.

Kurt traced the outline of Blaine's erection on his stomach with soft kisses, letting it slide across his cheeks and chin as he continued moving his hand in slow rhythmic pumps. Blaine was becoming fairly sure that he was having the sanity ripped from his mind, wondering whether he was going to be able to survive Kurt's teasing. He tightened his grip on Kurt's hand, hoping Kurt would get the message. He wasn't going to last much longer.

Taking a deep breath, Kurt slid his lips over Blaine. Blaine gasped, then moaned as Kurt took more in, swirling his tongue around him inside his mouth.

The weight of Blaine on his tongue was intoxicating and Kurt could feel his composure slipping away. He had waited so long for this, he could hardly believe it was actually happening. He pressed down and pulled back in slow deliberate strokes, following his lips with his hand. Blaine wasn't sure if he wanted to cry or scream, the pleasure causing his body to shake, the sensation so wet and warm and wonderful, and yet not quite enough.

Kurt quickened his pace slightly.

"Oh...oh Kurt...oh" Blaine's voice stuttered as his orgasm slammed into him, electricity snaking through his body, sight vanishing for a moment.

His body shook as Kurt continued stroking him, loving the way that Blaine responded to his touch.

When Blaine came back, he looked up to see Kurt watching him. He smiled a sated smile, pulling Kurt to him and fitting their lips together, suddenly gasping at the taste he found there, pulling their lips apart.

"You? You? Did you?" he said, trying to get his brain to help his mouth form words.

"No. I mean, yes, but just a little. You didn't give me very much warning," Kurt smirked.

"Oh god, Kurt, I'm so sorry. Oh my god, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," Blaine babbled, looking truly horrified.

"Blaine...Blaine." Kurt tried to regain his attention. "Blaine it's okay."

Blaine stilled his tongue, trying to fight off the tidal wave of emotions he felt rushing toward him.

"Really, Blaine. It's okay."

But it was all too much. Blaine sucked in a sob, wetness filling his eyes. This had all been amazing, surreal even, exactly what he had been dreaming of for so long, but it was so much intensity after two weeks apart. It felt like his love for Kurt had just grown even stronger, when he didn't even know that was possible.

"Oh," Kurt said when he saw the tears, laying down beside Blaine, faces close, resting his messy hand on Blaine's stomach. "Oh Blaine. It's okay," he soothed. "It's okay, really."

Blaine shot up, grabbing Kurt behind his neck, slamming their lips together. "I love you. I love you, Kurt. God, I love you." His voice punctuated by sobs, repeating the words until the sobs won.

Feeling the emotion radiating off of Blaine, he realized Blaine wasn't upset or embarrassed, he was releasing emotion he had been storing for two weeks, overwhelmed by the gravity of what they had just shared. Instead of against or around, they had been inside each other. And that was decidedly closer than they had previously been.

Looking in Blaine's eyes, it hit Kurt too and he felt tears begin to prickle. Disregarding the mess, he slid on top of Blaine, grounding him with his weight, petting his clean hand through Blaine's hair, settling together nose to nose.

Blaine's eyes closed as he focused on Kurt's body pushing him into the bed, the feeling of his hand running across Blaine's hair and grazing over his ear. He tried to calm his breathing and squeeze the tears from his eyes, feeling them run down his cheeks. Upon opening his eyes he found only Kurt's.

"I love you. I love you, Blaine." His breath was warm on Blaine's lips, then his lips were warm on Blaine's lips, soft and pure and confident.

"I love you, Kurt," Blaine managed. More than I could ever explain.

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They knock me down
And back up again
You're in my blood
I'm not a lonely man
There's no load I can't hold
The road's so rough this I know
I'll be there when the light comes in
Just tell 'em we're survivors

Blaine was driving way too fast down the highway as they sang ridiculously to each other, Blaine barely able to focus on the road knowing that Kurt was right there. All he wanted to do was look at him and drink him in. To touch him and taste him again. They grinned and flirted. Kurt danced in his seat, feeling completely happy and free. He looked at the man across the car and sighed with love. How did he ever get so lucky?

Life is a highway, I wanna ride it
All night long
If your going my way, I wanna drive it
All night long

"I just have to ask. How do you know that song?" Kurt giggled as the song changed over, their flirting leaving him giddy.

"Caitlin," Blaine began, "She loves Rascal Flatts. And since it is her weekend, I figured I would indulge in her music."

"Really? I wouldn't have pegged her for a lover of country music."

"There are many things about Caitlin you wouldn't expect."

The hours passed quickly in song and laughter, their bodies still humming with the excitement of their morning spent naked in each other's arms. But as they exited the highway, Blaine's happiness turned to dread, stomach clenching, heart tightening, a cold sweat spreading across him. He peeked at Kurt from the corner of his eye to find him looking in wonder out the window like a child who was getting his first glimpse of the ocean. This was where Blaine grew-up, Kurt wanted to take it all in.

There's a place in your heart nobody's been.
Take me there.
Things nobody knows, not even your friends.
Take me there.
Tell me about your momma, your daddy, your home town, show me around.
I wanna see it all, don't leave anything out.

The song played through the car speakers as Blaine took the long route from the highway to his house. When he pulled into a neighborhood, Kurt's eyes grew even wider. Kurt had spent many hours wondering what Blaine's house might be like. He wasn't expecting this.

Kurt also wasn't expecting Blaine to pull the car over, barely getting it stopped before he launched himself across the console and covered Kurt's lips with his own, kissing him hard and hungry and breathless. Blaine searched for courage between Kurt's parted lips and relished the feeling of Kurt's tongue against his, his hands pulling Blaine ever closer.

I wanna know, everything about you.
And I wanna go, down every road you've been.
Where your hopes and dreams and wishes live, where you keep the rest of your life hid.
I wanna know the girl behind that pretty stare.
Take me there.

Blaine pulled into the circular driveway in front of his house, trepidation evident in his eyes, panic coursing through his blood. What had ever made him think that this was a good idea?

Kurt took his boyfriend's hand between his own, trying to calm him with his touch. Blaine focused all of his attention on Kurt's tender gaze as he tried to swallow the knot in his throat.

"I'm here, Blaine," Kurt reassured. "We are going to do this together."

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Thank you for reading! Reviews always appreciated.

I wanted to personally thank Erin (thebowtieboys on tumblr), Cass (Purekliaination), and Klaine4Life for their help with this chapter.

In the next episode: Caitlin's wedding day is here

Songs:

Unchained Melody – The Righteous Brothers

Life is a Highway – Rascal Flatts

Take Me There – Rascal Flatts