A/N- Just a few things. So, I'm nearly finished writing this, it will end up at around 40 chapters. I'll be posting pretty much daily from now on, but please don't berate me if I miss the odd day! Also, there WILL be a sequel, which I will start posting in mid September. I have too many scenes I want to write for these two, but I'm about to go to France for the summer and I don't want to mess you all about with posting dates.
The song used in this chapter is 'See beneath your beautiful' by Labrinth featuring Emeli Sande. It's gorgeous, and I would love to hear Darren and Chris sing it. Sigh.
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I is for I love you, nothing more and nothing less.

F is for f**k off I was sleeping.

Ha! Rise and shine sleepy head. I've already done an hour of school.

What are all these texts?

I like texting you.

You didn't answer my question.

I have lessons. xxx

Blaine laughs, pulls himself from the bed, showers and heads to his recording studio. He doesn't see Kurt that day, though they talk on the phone- and he wakes to another text on Thursday.

C is for your caring kisses which are the very best.

I don't even know what to reply anymore. You're insane.

See you tomorrow?

What? Not today?

Mercedes Birthday.

Ugh. I forgot. Okay. Well, have fun. Guess I'll see you tomorrow after school. I need to kiss you badly.

Blaine! You can kiss me well or not at all.

It wasn't supposed to read that way and you know it.

Punctuation goes a long way in texts.

My hand goes a long way across your butt.

Now you've turned the conversation into something else entirely.

"Isn't he amazing?" Kurt sighs dreamily as Santana and Rachel roll their eyes.

"He looks better with his clothes on," Rachel remarks dryly.

"I would have to disagree," Kurt says leaning his elbow on the table. "But I'll take him anyway."

"I'll bet you will," Santana mutters.

Blaine finishes his song and as ever, his eyes search for Kurt in the crowded cafe. They have both been giddy with excitement since Blaine picked Kurt up from school. They had gone for pizza with Wes and Sebastian before arriving at the Lima Bean- and though the sexual frustration was palpable, Blaine knew that it was worth waiting until they were safely back at his house for the night. He offers Kurt a wink before moving back to the piano and addressing the audience.

"So uh...thank you, as always, for turning out. I've been playing here for a long time now, and some of you might have noticed a certain handsome young man who turns up to every performance." he stops and grins bashfully as the audience emit a chorus of 'Ahh's' then looks directly into Kurt's eyes. "And...well...not only is he incredibly beautiful, he also has the most stunning voice I have ever heard. Plus, he made me the happiest man alive the day he told me he loved me."

"Too sappy, Anderson!" Sebastian calls and Santana adds a very loud 'Agreed' as the audience laugh.

"Anyway," Blaine sticks his tongue out at them briefly before turning back to Kurt. "He's been holding out on me..." Blushing as the crowd catcall, he hastily adds "with the singing, I mean. The singing! A voice like yours needs to be heard Kurt."

"Oh god..." Kurt murmurs as he tries to hide in Rachel's hair.

"So...I wondered if you would do me the honor of getting up here to sing with me?"

Blaine waits nervously, for what feels like an eternity. Panic sets in as he watches Kurt hastily conversing with the two girls and he wonders if he's pushed too far. It is Wes who gently encourages him, Santana who forces him from his chair and Rachel who frogmarches him to the stage where he flies nervously to Blaine's side and hisses; "I'll get you for this. What are we singing?"

"Remember the last time we sang together at my place?"

"Blaine..."

"Please?" His eyes are so sincere, so full of love and hope and focused only on Kurt that he can't help but be drawn in, and suddenly it's like they're back in Blaine's music room together, just the two of them as he nods to Blaine to begin the music. He doesn't sing out to the audience but leans instead on the piano and looks down to Blaine with a tender smile.

"You tell all the boys "No"
Makes you feel good, yeah.
I know you're out of my league
But that won't scare me away, oh, no

You've carried on so long,
You couldn't stop if you tried it.
You've built your wall so high
That no one could climb it,
But I'm gonna try.

Would you let me see beneath your beautiful?
Would you let me see beneath your perfect?
Take it off now, boy, take it off now, boy
I wanna see inside
Would you let me see beneath your beautiful tonight?"

He opens his eyes to find Blaine beaming at him, and he breathes a huge sigh of relief as his boyfriend takes over.

"You let all the boys go
Makes you feel good, don't it?
Behind your Broadway show
I heard a boy say, "Please, don't hurt me"

You've carried on so long
You couldn't stop if you tried it.
You've built your wall so high
That no one could climb it.
But I'm gonna try

Would you let me see beneath your beautiful?
Would you let me see beneath your perfect?
Take it off now, boy, take it off now, boy
I wanna see inside
Would you let me see beneath your beautiful tonight, oh, tonight?"

And then they're together, Kurt's hand resting on Blaine's shoulder- still totally absorbed in his mesmerizing gaze and the passion flowing from him as they sing.

"I'm gonna climb on top your ivory tower
I'll hold your hand and then we'll jump right out
We'll be falling, falling but that's OK
'Cause I'll be right here
I just wanna know

Would you let me see beneath your beautiful?
Would you let me see beneath your perfect?
Take it off now, boy, take it off now, boy
'Cause I wanna see inside
Would you let me see beneath your beautiful tonight, oh, tonight?
See beneath your beautiful, oh, tonight.
We ain't perfect, we ain't perfect, no.
Would you let me see beneath your beautiful tonight?"

There may have been applause- Blaine thinks that there was- but neither listen as he stands and kisses Kurt tantalisingly slowly on the lips.

"Let's go home," he whispers, and Kurt nods, lacing his fingers into Blaine's as they walk from the Lima Bean together. Kurt thinks the applause is still going, and is pretty certain he hears someone yelling 'go get some,' but whether it was Sebastian, Santana or even Wes (unlikely) he couldn't say as the night air hits them and he pushes Blaine gently up against the car for another deep kiss.

"I love you so much."

No words are spoken on the drive home, there is no need as Kurt fuses himself as tight to Blaine's side as he can, who slings an arm around him and kisses into his hair. Kurt's fingers keep a never ending trail over Blaine's thigh until they reach home and he reluctantly moves so Blaine can park the car. Stepping into the house in silence, they don't even bother with lights, walking hand in hand up the stairs and into the bedroom, where Blaine finally flips on a small side lamp.

"I love you too," he eventually returns, then takes Kurt in his arms once more, seeking out those lips he adores. Clothes are removed slowly, Kurt trying to tease Blaine as much as he can but ultimately giving in- tasting, touching and taking as Blaine pulls Kurt close to him.

"This has been too long," Kurt groans, pressing his body as close to Blaine's as he can. "I need you."

"I know."

The talking gives way to soft sighs, the sounds of lips and tongues on skin and the trembling of legs and hands as Blaine carefully lies Kurt down on the bed and circles his entrance with his finger. "I-if you want to stop..."

"I don't."

Blaine nods his understanding, dropping soft kisses to his knees and running a soothing hand down his thigh as he pushes his finger inside. Kurt's face creases into a frown, but then Blaine watches as he visibly relaxes and reaches to pull him down into a kiss.

"You okay?"

"Yeah..." Kurt breathes as Blaine slowly works him open. "Feels good." Moving to lie alongside him, Blaine continues to kiss Kurt deeply, distracting him from the stretch as he adds a second and then third finger until Kurt can't take it any more and breaks the kiss to throw his head back and moan loudly. "Oh god Blaine...I didn't know it would be this good...I don't know if I..."

"You can," Blaine whispers encouragingly. "Just...don't touch yourself," he says as Kurt's hand leaves his hair and travels down. "I will, in a moment."

"Please...just...please."

"I know. I know."

His hands shake almost uncontrollably as he kneels between Kurt's legs and fumbles with the condom packet and Kurt finds his nerves oddly soothing as he curses quietly under his breath.

"Blaine?"

"Sorry," he huffs in frustration and hangs his head. "I want this to be perfect but I'm fucking terrified." Offering Kurt a small smile, he is surprised when the boy sits and wraps his legs around him, hands finding the soft curls at the back of his neck.

"Why?"

"I don't want to hurt you, or let you down."

"You couldn't. You wouldn't," Kurt reassures as he kisses his cheeks. "Um...have you ever had sex without a condom?"

"No," Blaine frowns slightly. "It never..."

"Fine. Problem solved," Kurt says decisively as he takes the foil packet and flings it across the room. "Here."

He picks up the lube and drizzles it into his hand, stroking it over Blaine's cock and scraping his teeth along his neck. Blaine whimpers and moans, bucking up into Kurt's fist until suddenly it's gone and he opens his eyes to find Kurt lying back against the pillows, waiting.

And this time his smile is blazing as he looks into Kurt's eyes and feels their connection stronger than ever. He pushes inside as carefully as he can, hovering over Kurt on trembling arms and giving him time to adjust. Eventually, after what seems to Blaine like the longest time ever, he can push no further and he stills, bending to kiss at Kurt's brow where he can see the sweat forming already.

"Okay?"

"Um...yeah," he whispers, swallowing over his slight nerves as he offers a dazzling smile of his own. "Actually, I am." The feeling of overwhelming fullness is strange, but not unpleasant and he leans his face into the gentle caress of Blaine's hand over his cheek. And then Blaine starts to move. Kurt had always wondered what it would feel like, but he didn't expect it to feel this good this quickly as Blaine carefully pulls nearly all the way out then pushes back in. Everything in Kurt tingles, pulses and throbs in the most delicious manner as Blaine fills him again and again and his senses are overwhelmed with the man he loves most.

"Blaine..." he moans softly. "Blaine, this is...oh...this is good."

"Put your legs around my waist," he encourages as he picks up pace a little and Kurt cries out loudly at the new angle.

"Fuck! Is-is that...?"

"Yeah."

"Don't stop."

"I wasn't planning on it," Blaine answers with a small laugh. He leans down and steals one more kiss and then his thrusts drive deeper, harder as Kurt unravels beneath him. "Kurt, you're so beautiful," he breathes, the moment so tender and precious that he feels to talk above a whisper would be sacrilege. Taking Kurt's cock in hand, he begins to stroke in time with his thrusts, which causes Kurt to wrap his legs tighter around him and rise from the bed slightly to dig his nails into Blaine's back.

"Blaine...Blaine..."

"It's okay," he whispers, pressing his face into Kurt's damp hair. "Let go gorgeous boy."

And he does, spilling hard over Blaine's hand as his head falls back in a silent cry of pleasure. Blaine follows, holding Kurt tight as he pulses inside him, dropping sloppy and erratic kisses wherever he can before falling down on top of him where he tries to catch his breath.

"Blaine...?"

"Mmmm?" comes the muffled response.

"You're squishing me."

Pulling back, Blaine laughs and kisses Kurt's cheek warmly before he withdraws as carefully as he can. Wincing at the loss, Kurt shifts slightly on the bed and then his eyes go wide.

"Oh."

"Hmmm?"

"Um..."

"Yeah," Blaine laughs. "It was you who threw the condom away."

"I don't want there to be anything between us," Kurt says simply. "Ever."

"How do you feel?" Blaine pulls him close to his side, ignoring the unpleasant stickiness for now in favor of cuddling.

"I fucking loved it," Kurt grins as Blaine roars with laughter. "I love you."

"Good," he says, gazing at him with adorably twinkling eyes. "Maybe we can do it again sometime."

"Hmm, maybe," Kurt says with a long kiss to his lips. "But right now I'd really like a shower."

Clean and sated, they crawl happily under the fresh covers. Blaine leans over Kurt to check the time on his phone, frowning when he sees a new message.

"When did you text me?" he asks Kurt, looking down at him in confusion.

"When I was in the bathroom at the Lima Bean," he smiles sleepily.

A is for age...but you can't help being so old.

Blaine laughs, returning his phone and snuggling in tight behind Kurt.

"I've still got it though," he says into his neck.

"Yeah you have."

"What are you playing at?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

G is for your glorious ass, on which I'm pretty sold.

"Go 'way" Blaine says as he rolls onto his front and pulls a pillow over his head, dropping the phone on the floor.

Kurt laughs in response. "I was pretty proud of that one. C'mon. Get up."

"No."

"Come on," Kurt says with a kiss to his shoulders. "I made breakfast."

Blaine rolls over and sits, smiling appreciatively at the two plates of bacon and eggs and mugs of coffee. His grin gets even wider when he notices Kurt removing his robe and climbing back under the covers, wearing nothing but a pair of Blaine's underwear.

"I could get used to this," he says with a kiss to his lips. "You okay?"

"I'm a little sore," Kurt admits shyly.

"I could kiss it better?"

Smacking him playfully on the arm, Kurt hands him his plate. "You know how they say the best cure for a hangover is more alcohol? I think I know just how to make things better," he grins, leaning over and stealing a piece of bacon from Blaine's plate.

"Hey!"

"I'm a growing boy!" Kurt protests through a mouthful of food, which has Blaine waggling his eyebrows suggestively. Rolling his eyes, Kurt swallows. "You're gonna spend all day turning everything into innuendo, aren't you?"

"Pretty much," Blaine says with an impish grin. "And I ain't even sorry."

"Oh honey, you can't pull ghetto off."

"Thanks. So...your text."

"Yes?"

"Please tell me what's going on. It's been a week now."

"Nope."

"Tease."

"You have hardly any food in this house," Kurt says, draining his coffee and setting his tray on the floor.

"Now you're changing the subject."

"Just an observation. I was going to offer to cook dinner tonight."

"Wanna be really mundane and come grocery shopping with me then?" Blaine asks.

Everything in Kurt soars at the prospect of doing something so...domesticated together, and he tries desperately to act indifferent as he replies "Sure."

"Cool," Blaine says nonchalantly, secretly thrilled at the thought of choosing groceries with his boyfriend. "I have some errands to run later too, so I figured you could catch up on your homework."

"Can't I come with you?"

"No, because unless I'm very much mistaken it's somebody's birthday tomorrow, and I don't want you knowing what I'm up to."

"I wanna ride you," Kurt moans that night as Blaine's fingers stretch him wider.

Lifting his head from where he has been eagerly sucking on Kurt's cock, a slow smile spreads across Blaine's face as he falls onto his back. "I'm all yours."

Grabbing Kurt's hips tightly, he guides him carefully until he sits tight against him and Blaine moans at the feeling of being buried so deep. Kurt stays still for a moment, running his hands through Blaine's chest hair until he leans in for a kiss.

"Holy shit," he cries, the kiss forgotten as sparks of sharp arousal shoot through his body. "Oh god. Blaine..."

"So ride me," he says with a cocky grin, then his eyes go wide as Kurt proceeds to undulate on top of him slowly. "Oh fuck."

"Not good?" Kurt asks in a panic.

"Too good," Blaine groans through gritted teeth as his hands rise above him and grip the headboard tightly. "Fuck... It's just...perfect."

"You like it?"

"Hmm," Blaine smiles, eyes heavy and dark with pleasure as he pushes his hips off the bed to meet Kurt's ass each time.

"I ride you well?"

"Fuck yes. You take me so well. So fucking gorgeous." Hands moving back to Kurt's hips, he pushes up hard, and Kurt throws his head back in pleasure as he feels Blaine's cock grazing over his prostate.

"I love you so much," he groans loudly. "I love feeling you inside me."

"Ride me harder, Kurt," Blaine demands. "Take me."

So he does. Rising and falling it is not long before both are breathing hard as Blaine takes Kurt in his hand and they tip over the edge together. Kurt falls forward to kiss Blaine's lips tenderly before curling up on top of him with Blaine buried inside.

"Is it acceptable to spend my seventeenth birthday asleep on you?" he mumbles weakly into Blaine's neck.

"Tempting as that is, no," Blaine laughs. "You'd miss out on presents and other fun stuff."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning wait and see, gorgeous boy. Wait and see."