SORRY!

It's been WAY too long since I updated, but I wasn't really sure how to get to the next bit, and I've been so busy that things keep happening that keep me from writing! It was my birthday on Friday though, so I wanted to give you all a birthday present and actually UPDATE this fucking story! :P

If you've been reading any of the one-shot prompt things Ive been doing thank you! I find them a lot easier to write than this and Summer Lovin' at the moment! I have the added trouble with Summer Lovin' that Samcedes is no longer going to be a reality and my plot will now suck :P I was disheartened by that so I don't know whether to keep writing over there…

NPLH IS STILL BEING CONTINUED. I PROMISE! I'm going to see this through; I just will be erratic with updates :( Makes me wish I hadn't done updates 2-3 times a week at the start… Then I wouldn't have left myself in this pickle!

Aww well :P We're back, anyhow! I'll try to keep writing little bits at a time so the next chapter won't be as long a wait!

I love all your reviews! You're all so lovely, and thank you for sticking with me through me being a pain of an author who doesn't update!

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"Blaine, I'm fine!" Kurt insisted as Blaine helped him out the front door.

Blaine had found an advertisement in the newspaper for an old Toyota. It wasn't pretty, and Blaine had had to talk the guy down to a reasonable asking price, but the thing ran and that was pretty much Blaine's only requirement in a car.

Blaine had practically carried Kurt down the stairs so he could see it, despite the fact that Kurt had been walking short distances really easily and apart from one short seizure and a mild stammer that came and went, he'd been almost back to normal. Kurt's face when he saw the car was horrified. Burt's wasn't much better to be fair. Blaine knew enough about cars to know that his car wasn't the best, but he really only needed the thing for school and it would help when he tried to find a job.

Burt and Kurt however, knew enough about cars to know that this car was so run down it was practically on its last wheels. Burt had stayed silent – a bad sign, but Kurt hadn't been able to keep silent like his father.

"Blaine, how much did you p-p-pay for this jalopy?" he demanded after Blaine set him down in front of the car.

Blaine fidgeted a little but answered honestly.

"I talked the guy down to $3000," Blaine said, risking a glimpse at Kurt and Burt's faces which held almost identical expressions of horror.

"You talked him down?" Burt asked gruffly, "What was he asking?"

Blaine shuffled his feet.

"Four," he muttered.

Kurt raised an eyebrow.

"You didn't question that he would drop the price a thousand dollars?" Kurt asked, and although Blaine could tell he was trying to be gentle, he could hear the hint of annoyance and frustration in his voice.

"It seemed pretty cheap for a car! I didn't even know you could get cars that run for that sort of money, Kurt! I'm used to driving a BMW for God's sake!" Blaine tried to explain desperately.

"You should have brought me with you," Kurt said grumpily as he kicked the tire and the hubcap fell off with a clatter.

"No," Burt chimed in, "You should have brought me with you."

Blaine looked at Burt in embarrassment.

"Is it really that bad?" he asked tentatively.

Burt sighed at the earnest look of Blaine's face.

"Well you'll need a whole new set of tires for a start, these are practically worn through. Pop the hood for me, kid?" Burt ruffled Blaine's hair as he walked around the car. "Don't worry. We'll fix it up so it's decent."

Blaine felt a rush of love and appreciation for Burt spread through him not for the first time. Here was a man who didn't care if his son had a boyfriend, he was happy to treat Kurt and Blaine like they were normal and still men despite the fact they were gay. He was willing to help Blaine out like he would anyone and be a real father. The irony of the situation wasn't lost on Blaine as Burt pulled him over to the car to point out the problems under the hood. Visually it wasn't too dissimilar a scene from the times his father had tried to do this with him. But in every other respect it was so different it almost brought tears to Blaine's eyes.

Kurt watched his father explain to Blaine why the connections on the battery were corroded and how the carburettor needed to be replaced. Blaine shot Kurt a bittersweet little smile as Burt ruffled his hair again. Kurt smiled back and leaned back onto the car. Here were the two most important people in his life. And the fact that his dad could do this for Blaine; be there for him, was so important to Blaine, and to Kurt.

"I'm gonna go down to the shop and bring back some of my tools and see what parts we have down there for this heap," Burt grinned at Blaine, "You boys right out here? Need anything, Kurt?"

"Bye, Dad," Kurt replied pointedly, talking over the top of Blaine's offer to help Burt. Burt merely chuckled and walked over to his truck and drove off.

Blaine moved to lean against the car next to Kurt. Kurt smiled at the pavement and looked away. Blaine felt his own face break into a bit of a smirk. He didn't particularly know what was funny. That he had bought a car for $3000 that Burt had deemed such a disaster it needed auto work before he was even allowed to drive it? That his boyfriend was about a thousand times more obviously feminine than him, yet still knew more than Blaine about cars? That he felt like he kind of knew what it would be like to have a real father when Burt was around? That Kurt was better and actually leaning against his filthy car with him?

Blaine raised his head to sneak a peek under his hair to glance at Kurt and was surprised to find him gazing back at him.

"I love you," Kurt smiled at Blaine and moving faster than he had in two weeks, he spun so he was in front of Blaine, pressing him into the car. Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt. He needed him close right then, but he also wanted to make sure he was steady on his feet.

"Hi," Blaine grinned and kissed Kurt's nose, "I love you too! Amazing, right?"

Kurt grinned at him evilly and Blaine was momentarily confused.

Then he wasn't confused anymore.

Kurt pressed his hips into Blaine's and Blaine could feel Kurt getting tantalisingly hard against him.

"Oh," Blaine said dryly, "Hello to you too."

Kurt grinned and ran a finger slowly across Blaine's shirt, pausing over his left nipple which was beginning to pucker and stiffen under Kurt's touch.

"Blaine?" Kurt said softly and Blaine looked at him questioningly. It had been a while since he'd heard Kurt sound… shy?

"Baby?" Blaine replied with an encouraging smile.

"I…" Kurt began, "Er… nothing."

"Kurt, what's wrong?" Blaine asked and moved a hand to trace Kurt's neck and cup his chin.

"I w-want to have sex." Kurt said quickly.

Blaine nearly swallowed his tongue.

"With you," Kurt clarified needlessly.

"What?" Blaine asked, but his voice came out raspy and choked, "Right now?"

Kurt hit him playfully, "Of course not now, you m-m-moron!"

Blaine didn't know what to say. On the one hand he had waited what felt like years for Kurt to be ready. But on the other, Kurt was only just recovered and he didn't want their first time to feel like a rush decision because Kurt had nearly died. Kurt's hand stilled over Blaine's nipple and Blaine couldn't help the involuntary little whine that escaped his throat.

"Unless…" Kurt said slowly, "You… you don't want to?" he asked and Blaine could see the hurt in his eyes.

Blaine let out a frustrated groan and pulled Kurt roughly back against him as he started to pull away. Kurt's eyes widened at the action. Blaine had been so gentle since the attack that Kurt had almost forgotten how hot he could be when he got all forceful and growly.

"Of course I want to, Kurt!" Blaine reassured him and Kurt could feel evidential proof of that pressing against his hip. "But I want us to be doing this for the right reasons. I don't want you to just sleep with me because you're worried that you almost never got to, okay?" Blaine raised a hand to cup Kurt's cheek and wiped away a tear that was beginning to trail down his pale cheek.

"It's not just that," Kurt shook his head and Blaine smiled and put a finger to Kurt's lips as he tried to keep talking.

"But it is partly," Blaine said in a reasonable voice, "I love you and we have our whole lives ahead of us. When we remember our first time I don't want it to be because Karofsky almost took you away from me. I want it to be about us; about moving forward. Not about making sure neither of us dies a virgin." Blaine finished bluntly.

Kurt opened his mouth indignantly to protest then closed his mouth and nodded.

"Okay."

"Okay?" Blaine asked in surprise, "You aren't gonna fight me on this?"

"Nope," Kurt said simply and pulled absentmindedly at a loose thread on Blaine's shirt.

"You're angry," Blaine said gently.

"No, I'm not. It makes p-perfect sense. I just wish I could have s-s-sex with you and not have you questioning my mo-motives," Kurt said, still standing in Blaine's arms, but beginning to tense a little.

"Okay, so you're telling me there isn't one little part of you that thinks 'Oh Gaga, that was close! I almost died a virgin. Better sleep with Blaine!'" Blaine asked sarcastically.

"How did this turn into an arg-argument?" Kurt asked, bewildered, "That was a terrible and slightly off-ffensive impression of me by the way."

"I notice you didn't answer!" Blaine said loudly, still never relinquishing his grip on Kurt, lest he lose his balance.

"Blaine?" Kurt said softly, and Blaine noticed his breath coming in pants as he raised his head the couple of centimetres it took to gaze into Kurt's eyes. "The part of me that you're t-t-talking about exists, but it's not th-th-thinking what you seem to think it is." Kurt said with the kind of cool tone teachers' use when they are trying to remain calm.

Blaine took a shaky breath in.

"Sorry." He said quickly and Kurt nodded understandingly.

"Blaine, there's a p-p-part of me who is so relieved I didn't die before I get to share that with you. But it's a-a-a-always about you. Not about being a vir-virgin or not. It's about w-wanting to never let you go and be with you. There are th-th-thousands of reasons I'm glad to be alive, Blaine, but being able to spend even one mor-more second with you is n-number one, and don't you ever forget it, okay?"

Blaine nodded and felt a rush of shame flow over him. He'd let his own fear overwhelm him. Not knowing if Kurt would be alive when he got to the hospital that first night - that haunted him. He would wake up in a cold sweat. Rachel told him he'd woken her yelling "Kurt Hummel! Stat! Stat! I need to see him!" Although Blaine had had a chuckle over the word 'stat' existing in his subconscious dialogue, he still felt that fear in such a sickening, tangible way. Sometimes he would have dreams that didn't even have Kurt in them. He would just run screaming and crying through a never ending labyrinth of hallways, always searching madly for something he never found.

"I'm sorry," Blaine whispered and pressed a tiny kiss to Kurt's lips, "I'm still not over the fact I almost lost you. I don't think that you think that at all."

Kurt's eyes welled up. Blaine had been so strong and dependable since he'd been in the hospital that Kurt had almost forgotten the day he'd sobbed helplessly into Kurt's collar and demanded that he promise never to leave him, never to die. Blaine still had so much to deal with, except now he was dealing with it on his own because he felt like he had to be strong for Kurt.

"I'm s-sorry you had to go through that," Kurt said, and traced Blaine's lips with his fingers, "I don't know wh-what I would have done if it was you. Thank you for being there and all the help you give me, but honestly, Blaine, I'm practically b-back to my perfect self now. You can let go."

And Kurt reached down to loosen Blaine's fingers from their grip on his waist. He stepped back and held his arms out and bobbed his head with a grin.

"I can st-stand by myself. I want you to hold me. I don't need you to."

And suddenly it clicked for Blaine. Something in his head lit up like a comical bulb and he smiled.

Kurt didn't think that they needed to have sex.

Kurt wanted to.

And somehow that made all the difference.

"I want to too. With you."

Kurt's lips were on Blaine's dizzily euphoric and searching for his tongue before Blaine could hesitate. Kurt always seemed to taste faintly of coffee; it didn't even matter if he'd had any. It had gotten to the stage that the little moan of appreciation Blaine always gave at the first taste of a hot cup of coffee had become a little too obscene to be witnessed in public. So the moan he gave now, tasting Kurt winding his tongue around his own, stroking his then pressing in firmly, was almost pornographic.

Kurt giggled into Blaine's mouth, and his smile let in just enough air so that Blaine didn't have to break away. He could submerge himself in Kurt and not have to worry about trivial things like breathing.

Kurt's fingers had started tracing around his nipple again and Blaine was so thankful that his jeans were tight enough to conceal his erection as Kurt breathed heavily.

Blaine pulled away, every impulse in his body screaming in frustration.

"Your dad…" he panted and Kurt launched his lips back to Blaine's.

Blaine kissed him back with a moan then pulled away again.

"Driveway… someone… see us…"

Kurt grinned and pressed Blaine back into the side of his car, running his tongue over Blaine's adam's apple and licking and biting softly.

Blaine's eyes rolled back into his head.

"Oh, fuck," Blaine groaned and thrust his hips forward into Kurt's.

Neither of them heard Burt's truck pull up behind them.

They definitely heard what happened next though.

"Kurt!" Burt shouted. "I don't want to see you molesting Blaine in front of my house, okay?"

Kurt leapt off Blaine, his face turning bright red.

Blaine just laughed.

"He can't keep his hands off me, Burt," he smiled good-naturedly, and Burt smiled shakily despite himself. Blaine felt giddy. He would never normally say something like that to Burt. The lack of oxygen and the necessity of Kurt's lips made him do some strange things.

"Blaine!" Kurt shrieked indignantly and Blaine noticed him try to subtly rearrange his trousers.

Blaine winked.

"Must be the car," Blaine laughed and began to help Burt carry things from his truck to the driveway.

Kurt shook his head in exasperation.

The rest of the day was filled with Burt teaching Blaine how to fit the carburettor properly, and why he needed to use a certain type of oil. Kurt hung around and was more knowledgeable than Blaine had realised. Blaine had laughed when Kurt had walked slowly (he still got a bit unsteady if he rushed) to the garage and came back wearing a pair of filthy coveralls with Kurt emblazoned on the front. Blaine had been surprised to see Kurt voluntarily wear something filthy, but figured he'd just wanted the laugh. Apparently they weren't just a costume though. Burt would say "Kurt, can you check the transmission?" or "Kurt, make sure the brake line is connected properly?" and would trust that he knew what he was doing. He never second-guessed Kurt.

Blaine's jaw dropped every time Kurt did something fascinatingly technical. "How do you know how to do that?" he asked in wonder several times, but Kurt just shot a look at his father and smiled. Blaine found himself getting ridiculously turned on by Kurt in filthy coveralls which was new. Blaine usually thought he appreciated what Kurt wore, but coveralls really left a lot to the imagination, and Blaine found himself daydreaming about bending Burt's son over the hood of the new/old car and thrusting into him roughly.

"See how the pistons move, Blaine? Up and down like that?" Burt asked him, and Blaine nodded, afraid to speak.

Blaine needed to get away from Burt when he was thinking about his son like that. So he wandered around the side of the car where Kurt was fiddling with wires under the steering wheel. He was bent over so his ass was perfectly on display to Blaine. He checked that Burt was still buried under the hood of the car then reached out a finger to trace the seam that was running along the cleft of Kurt's ass.

The gasp he let out was reward enough, but Blaine couldn't help moving to stand behind him so his hips were brushing against Kurt's ass.

"Blaine!" Kurt hissed and tried to smack him away.

"Sorry," Blaine grinned and moved back.

"Are you really?" Kurt turned to look over his shoulder at him and raised an eyebrow.

"Nope, I'm really not," Blaine winked and walked back around to the hood of the car to join Burt.

Burt patted Blaine on the back as he showed him how to change the first tire.

"Your go, kid!"

Blaine struggled, but with a little help he changed the second, and Burt grinned wider than Blaine had ever seen him and pulled him into a bear hug.

"Great job, son!" He said excitedly, and Kurt grinned at them both, running over to ruffle Blaine's hair and snuggle into them both.

Across the road, the man sitting in the parked car had had enough.

He started his engine and drove away, never looking back at his son.