A/N: Oh, hey! Didn't see you there! Happy Sunday and yes, that did feel weird to type, thank you for asking! I present you with the second half of our Fourth of July party. And to all of my American friends out there, happy 4th and may you have a safe, happy celebration. Song in this chapter is Float by Harbour. It'sNotEasyBeingQueen...I hope your heart doesn't explode. Also just a reminder, this fic is rated M...so...Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee

Chapter 12

Cliff and Jo were incredible performers, versatile and engaging. Combine that with the free flowing drinks and the blanket of heat and darkness blanketing everything in a surreal glow and Kurt was in heaven. The band often rearranged who was playing what instrument or who was singing and they ran the gamut from songs like Roll The Bones by Shakey Graves to Moondance by Van Morrision.

Blaine dragged Kurt onto the dance floor just as much as Kurt dragged him out, dancing to songs like Complication by Aquilo and learning line dances to old country songs Kurt swore he'd heard on the radio in Blaine's truck. Blaine's hands, gentle and his soft eyes, asking periodically if he was feeling okay and Kurt's eager grins, so happy to find that he really, truly did feel okay. His legs were strong underneath him and he let them lead Blaine around the dance floor, be lead by Blaine, switching off effortlessly.

They were swallowed into conversation after conversation, with Blaine's freshman year science teacher, Mrs. Coleman. By Lester, the owner of the gas station on the fringes of town. They chatted with Ray, who desperately wanted Kurt to come by and pick the final color for the paint behind the bar. Kurt was hugged and touched more than ever and he found that he didn't shy away or flinch, like New York Kurt might have. No, no, Kurt of Cassville, accepted the handshakes and back pats and even the cheek pinches (no matter how embarrassing that last one was).

They drank steadily but it was mostly watery cocktails, that started out strong but the ice melted too quickly to keep its potency. Kurt felt a nice buzz, a little confidence but he purposefully kept his wits about him. Determined to remember every last detail of this perfect night.

Eventually, after hours, the party began to slow, the band playing more relaxed songs and some people started to head out after lengthy rounds of goodbyes. Blaine and Kurt were about ready to head that way, nodding to Cliff and Jo on stage, signalling that they were calling it a night.

Cliff's voice came over the sound system, a little rough from a night full of singing. "If ya'll could wait one second, we have one more song for ya'll." He said, a little hurried, like he was trying to catch Kurt and Blaine before they left. And maybe he was.

Kurt shot a look at Blaine, curious and Blaine just shrugged, unsure. The guitar came in, clean and nearly alone, and Blaine instantly recognized the song. He smiled, smooth and liquid and grabbed Kurt's hand. "One more song?" He asked.

Kurt didn't even need to nod as Blaine led him back onto the dance floor, much less packed than it was earlier. Cliff's voice floated into the air, smooth and seamless, singing Float by Harbour.

Understated, overwhelming

Life is always best when you're around

Blaine huddled in close, pulling at Kurt's waist and Kurt's arms tightened around his neck. He fought the urge to bury his face in the junction between Blaine's neck and shoulder. Those broad shoulders he longed to touch.

You make everything I once thought great seem so insignificant now

Everything I want to tell you, I don't think I have the words right now

But everything that makes me feel alive, I swear you make me feel, somehow

With a deep breath, that Kurt could feel underneath his arms, Blaine took a deep breath and lifted his eyes. He found Kurt's, unwavering and solid. Like he was confessing to something. Something beautiful and terrifying that Kurt felt too.

I stumble over words I haven't said in years, it's so different with you

Forever I'll beg this feeling to stay, and dear I hope that you do too

'cause when I lay awake at night the thought of you brings peace of mind

And I can't lie, despite my trials, I've lacked this peace for all my life

Mirroring his move from earlier, slowly, Blaine lifted his hand and brought it up to Kurt's face. He brushed a nonexistent strand of hair off his forehead and drug his fingers through the chestnut mess, sweaty and perfect and Kurt didn't even care. Blaine had the most open, honest expression on his face and a small smile turning his lips up.

Honey, it's okay, you're afraid of falling

You don't have to say it out loud

But you know

you

Take another step off the edge, we're floating

We don't have to ever look down

But you know

You

As Cliff's voice grew rougher and more insistent, the drums beating out a steady thump and the whole of the band in sync, Blaine tugged him closer and their foreheads fell together, a hairs' width between them. They shared their air, as they'd shared everything else this summer. He saw a pained look cross Blaine's face and he knew, he knew that look. He knew that look because he'd seen it on his own face in the mirror. The look of wanting something so bad and not having it. Not sure if you could. Not sure if you should.

Feels good, it's a heavy copacetic

God knows that i'm never gonna let it go, 'cause baby, I'm not blind. A love like this is hard to find

Kurt tugged Blaine impossibly closer, finally giving in and burying his face into the crook of Blaine's shoulder, so tempted to just lick the salty taste from his skin. To just consume him as he was sure Blaine had already done to him. To be a part of one another so he'd have something to live on the rest of his life, after this summer was over. When the heat dissipated and he was stuck in a New York blizzard, he'd still have Blaine in him, lighting fucking infernos.

Feels good, it's a heavy copacetic

God knows that i'm never gonna let it slip, 'cause baby I'm not blind

A love like this, a love like...

If there were other people still at this party, Kurt couldn't have told you. For all he knew, they were dancing alone to the sounds of a ghost band. He couldn't imagine this song ending and just pretending like it didn't happen. He couldn't imagine going back to their normal, no matter how good it was. He wasn't sure it could be enough anymore. He needed this. He needed Blaine and no amount of resisting this would change it.

Honey, it's okay, you're afraid of falling

You don't have to say it out loud

But you know

Take another step off the edge, we're floating

We don't have to ever look down

You know

Blaine mouthed the word, barely moving his lips and looking into Kurt's eyes when he finally pulled out of his little cave. Kurt's eyes felt heavy and warm with unshed tears. Blaine's eyes were staring. His pupils bouncing all over Kurt's face, his breath coming labored. Finally he broke the silence.

"You want to get out of here?" Blaine said, and it was the gay bar all over again. It was hot and dark and lust filled and overwhelming.

But this time, Kurt bit his lips and said, "Yes."

They meandered away after what felt like a thousand goodbyes and see you soons. They walked in comfortable silence down Tulip, towards the empty loft. The sound of the party slowly faded and the loud silence of a southern night took its place. Cicadas sang and june bugs thudded around porch lights and lamp posts. The wind was lazy and sticky, barely even trying this late at night. But none of this seemed to drown out the beating of Kurt's heart.

He didn't know what they were doing, or how he'd handle it or what he'd say or what he'd do with his hands, oh god, what should he do with his hands? He felt like a virgin all over again. A naive Ohio boy dropped into the city that never sleeps, options aplenty for the first time ever. But this was different. This was a different kind of nervousness. The kind of nervousness excitement you get before going to a concert or stepping out on stage.

They walked close but not touching. Hands in their own pockets as they strolled, like Blaine had taught him to do. "You're not fighting through crowds here!" He'd laughed, grabbing Kurt's wrist as he practically raced down a deserted Main Street a couple weeks ago. "You need to slooowww dooowwn." He said, voice dropping low and long and it made Kurt sweat more. "No wonder you're always complaining about sweating so much down here."

Kurt had cleared his throat, "Excuse you, I don't sweat, I glisten." he corrected. Blaine had just laughed and said, "Whatever you say Hummel." And Kurt had slowed down anyways.

They made their way to the loft, walking up the long driveway to the oddly closed garage. Blaine lifted the huge door, sliding it up noisily, so out of place on this quiet planet. Kurt ducked under and felt for the light switch over on the left, the work area already illuminated by a soft work lamp, just enough to find your way around.

They climbed the stairs, a gentle thunk thunk thunk. Once in Blaine's actual living quarters, Kurt didn't know what to do. An electricity still crackled in the air and it only intensified if he looked at Blaine. So he averted his eyes and awkwardly perched on the arm of the couch, hands clasped tightly together and squashed between his knees.

The silence stretched on, not uncomfortable but begging to be filled by more than the soft whir of the ceiling fan, the ticking of the clock, bullfrogs croaking and distant fireworks. Kurt looked up through his lashes and found Blaine just...just standing. Arms at his sides, feet firmly planted a few long paces away, near the kitchen island. His gaze was steady and unwavering.

Kurt gulped, a sudden dryness overtaking his throat. He cleared it. "I uh," He said but faltered. A few seconds passed. The loft was a little stuffy from having the doors closed and he felt sweat beginning to pool in the dip between his collar bones. A thin sheen of it began to cover his back. Fuck. "So do you want a drink?" He asked because that was normal right?

Blaine took a slow step forward and Kurt's eyes flew up, fascinated by his movements and what they could mean and where they would take him. "Hummel." He said. He took another measured step forward.

Kurt felt his face light on fire under that diligent hazel gaze. He panicked a little, "I think I could go for maybe a uh, oh what was it I was drinking at-"

"Hummel," Blaine said again. He was steadily advancing, step after small step, eyes focused on Kurt's form. He'd halved the distance between them now.

"Or we could watch a movie maybe? Or I could go home too, I-"

"Hummel," he said again. He didn't sound annoyed or irritated. Rather, he sounded like he was sampling fine wine, holding it in his mouth and assessing it.

Blaine was right in front of him now and with Kurt half sitting on the arm of the couch, Blaine was standing taller than him, looking down with a loving fire in those eyes. Smoothly, without hesitation, he raised his hands and cupped Kurt's face. His thick, rough thumbs landed in front of his ears as his remaining fingers wrapped around his head. He felt covered and contained. And then.

"Kurt," he said.

And Kurt froze. All panic gone. All nervousness erased because his entire brain was wrapped around the sound of Blaine's voice having said his name. The name he never called him.

He inhaled sharply and Blaine ducked down, heat pouring off of his body in waves. His brow covered in dew just like Kurt's. His curls chocolate and silk and looking like they needed to be grabbed and pulled and-

"Kurt," He whispered once more, lips ghosting the name over his lips before he finally kissed him.

Kurt sat still, hands limp at his sides as Blaine's soft lips pulled at his, slow and sensual. Sweet and practically chaste, but filled with so much heat. So much promise.

When Blaine began to pull back all Kurt could think was No and Come back and I need more. He said none of this. Instead, his body took over and some instinctual part of his brain forced a needy whimper out of his lips and his hands, the ones he was worried about not knowing what to do with? They flew up, no permission needed and fisted the front of Blaine's shirt, pulling his lips back down.

Blaine reacted enthusiastically, his hands still holding Kurt's face firmly as he kissed him back. Their lips parted and a moan dragged its way up Blane's throat. It was the singular best noise Kurt had ever heard.

The force of the kiss was beginning to push Kurt backward, he was teetering on the edge of the couch arm and not that that was bad but if they were doing this, if this was happening, he wanted to be on Blaine's bed. That big queen sized bed that lurked behind the couch every day Kurt was there. The bed that he'd never allowed himself to sit on for fear that he might literally explode with sexual frustration.

Kurt wrapped his long legs around Blaine and broke the kiss long enough to rasp, "Bed, please Blaine, bed."

Blaine stood while Kurt clung to him, legs wrapped around his waist. He asked, "Are you sure?"

And if that wasn't swoon worthy enough, when Kurt nodded enthusiastically and reattached their lips, Blaine walked him over to the bed, a few long strides and laid him down. Gently, slowly, he laid Kurt out on his back and laid down directly on top of him, never breaking the kiss.

Kurt felt dizzy, the need for air almost overwhelming. He whimpered and Blaine shifted his focus to Kurt's neck, kissing and biting and sucking and probably leaving a horrid trail of evidence that Kurt would wear with pride. A necklace of kiss shaped bruises.

"Want you," Blaine growled, close to his ear, "Want you so bad, Kurt." His breath was haggard and low. He sounded absolutely wrecked already. Before Kurt could say anything, Blaine kept mumbling, "Wanted you since I first saw you. You're so fucking gorgeous."

"So are you," Kurt gasped, hoping Blaine knew how much he meant that.

Blaine shook his head and nuzzled his nose in the dip between Kurt's collar bones, "Nuh-uh, not like you." He lapped up the sweat there like a dying man in a desert. Kurt moaned.

"Yes-huh," he teased back and pulled a chuckle out of Blaine's busy lips. It was nice, knowing that his Blaine was still inside this sex monster. This glorius, sweaty sex monster.

"You wanna bet?" Blaine teased back, finally lifting his head to see Kurt's. Their eyes locked and there was a softness there that wasn't in any of the flings or one night stands Kurt had ever had. But that made sense because that wasn't what they were doing, now was it?

Kurt's smile turned a little wicked as he said, "No, what I want to do," He hitched his leg up over Blaine's hip and in a swift movement, rolled them over so he was now on top. "Is get this shirt off?" he asked it as a question but Blaine was already clawing his shirt off and over his head.

"Fuck, Hummel, you're so hot," He breathed, shivering in the heat between them. There, finally, was more flawless tanned skin than Kurt knew what to do with. "Fuck," he hissed and leaned down to get to work. He nipped and sucked and worshipped every inch of that chest, those shoulders, down to his nipples, which hardened and made Blaine whine, a sharp thrust of his hips. Kurt felt Blaine's erection against his chest as he continued his exploration further south. He got to that dark trail of hair, leading down, down, down, under his jeans. He licked it, savoring the way Blaine's taut abs tightened.

"Hey, hey," Blaine said, his voice coming out faint and strained. Kurt froze and immediately looked at him, fearing he'd taken things too far. But Blaine smiled a pained smile and said, "I really need you to take your shirt off too if I get to do the same to you." He had a note of desperation in his voice that drove Kurt crazy. He nodded swiftly, sat up to where he was straddling Blaine's lap and pulled his button down off. He peeled the sweaty tank top from his chest, throwing them both in the corner. Cassville Kurt really was a different man if he wasn't hanging his clothes up even in the heat of the moment.

Blaine groaned as his hip inadvertently jerked up again, seeking friction. "You're so gorgeous, babe," He breathed, hands reaching up to caress down Kurt's pale chest, spotted with the freckles of summer and sun. A rarity, that felt like they'd always belong to Blaine now. "I always knew you'd be gorgeous." he sighed, sounding blissed out of his fucking mind.

Kurt felt a needy noise pull from somewhere in him as his heart swelled with admiration and fondness. He laid his body back down over Blaine's, losing himself in the touch of skin on skin and mouths on mouths. His brain sent out a signal finally, when he felt Blaine's hands drift low enough to grab his ass. And then he squeezed. Kurt detached immediately and a shout rang out between them. Unexpected and dirty. Blaine's eyes flashed with something private and wanting and he squeezed again, Kurt's hips careening forward and thrusting against Blaine. They both moaned as Blaine did it again and again.

As much as Kurt loved this, it wasn't how he wanted to come. He wanted more. He wanted everything. "Blaine!" He tried but it came out as a moan, and then tried again, "Blaine?" Blaine loosened his grip but continued to knead Kurt's cheeks like his hands had a mind of their own.

"Yeah?" he asked with wide, searching eyes.

"Can we.." Kurt took a deep breath and decided he'd rather just show him. He sat up again, straddling Blaine and maintained eye contact. He slowly, grabbed the buckle of his belt and pulled the end tighter, sliding the metal hook out of the hole. Blaine's eyes blew up to comical proportions but he asked, ever the gentleman, "Are you sure?"

Now was not the time to sound unsure, because he wasn't. He was nervous and excited but he knew he wanted this. "Yes. Are you?" He asked.

Blaine nodded as a grin blossomed on his face, "Fuck yeah, I am." He bucked his hips, motioning for Kurt to get off so they could both take their pants off. It was done quickly and efficiently and maybe a little awkwardly, but once it was done, Kurt looked up to find Blaine staring at him like he hung the moon and the stars. Kurt's view wasn't bad either. Fuck, who was he kidding? Blaine was every bit a greek god that he had always been. Except he was even more so underneath those tight shirts and loose cut jeans.

An animalistic sound ripped through Blaine as he lunged over the bed and grabbed Kurt roughly. "Look at you, fuck, look at you," he whined, kissing Kurt over and over and over again, spitting out words inbetween frantic kisses. "How the fuck did I get so lucky?"

Kurt felt his entire body flush at this because it was exactly how he felt about Blaine. He wanted to spoil him. No matter what happened, they had tonight. They had each other. And Kurt wanted to make it count. "Blaine?" he whispered softly in his ear. "Will you fuck me?"

There was no proper response to this other than to pick Kurt up, once again, and throw him onto the bed. The next few things happened very fast. Kurt had his hand wrapped securely around Blaine's dick, so eager to finally feel the weight and the heat of it on his hand, until his mouth begged for a turn. Blaine was writhing in the sheets, twisting and turning and begging to suck cock, but Kurt could spoil Blaine and still be a bit selfish as he swallowed Blaine down, over and over. He heard a ragged whisper and insistent fingers tugging on his hair. "Kurt, Kurt, oh fuck, Kurt, I need you to stop. Still wanna- unnngh- still wanna fuck you." Blaine babbled nonsensically.

Kurt pulled off with a pop and shoved his tongue into Blaine's mouth, sharing the salty taste of his own precome. Blaine moaned, deep and throaty before pulling back and holding Kurt's shoulders so he could look him in the eyes. "How do you want to do this?" He asked with so much care and compassion that Kurt couldn't help giving him a gentle kiss.

"I uh, I want to see you." he said. And the soft smile that flowed over Blaine's face was probably his new favorite in his list of Blaine's smiles.

Blaine swatted his ass playfully and rolled them over. He placed a pillow under Kurt's hips and pulled a small bottle of lube from the bedside table along with a condom.

Everything leading up to this had felt fast but the world slowed down when Blaine coated his index finger with a generous amount of lube. He warmed it up and gently, oh so gently, pressed his slick finger against Kurt's entrance. It made Kurt gasp, his head already spinning. The delicious stretch overtook him as Blaine slowly pressed the digit inside until it was fully seated. He began to move in and out and Kurt couldn't help the breathless sounds he was making.

Yes, it had been a long time since Kurt had had sex of any kind with anyone, but this was on an entirely different level. Maybe because of the way Blaine's eyes were watching his face, on the lookout for any signs of pain. Maybe it was how those hazel eyes were on fire but they still crinkled at the edge in a friendly way. Because they were friends. And perhaps that was what was so different. Blaine meant more to him than anyone he'd ever been with.

Blaine added a second finger and began to scissor them lightly, stretching Kurt. Kurt felt dizzy, like he didn't know which way was up and which way was down, but he heard Blaine saying, "You're doing so good baby, so good."

"Blaine," he whined, "Want you." Full sentences were impossible at a time like this but Blaine, fingers still working Kurt open, leaned forward and gave him a slow, searing kiss. It was the kiss that the sun gave Cassville everyday. "Almost there baby, almost there." He promised and slid a third finger in to prove his point.

Kurt was out and out moaning, an unbreakable noise. He couldn't imagine how anything could ever feel better than this. He wasn't sure that Blaine's cock wouldn't literally kill him at this point. But fuck, he wanted to know. He needed to know. "Blaine, please, p-please. I'm ready." He begged.

Blaine nodded, eyes narrowed in concentration as he slowly removed his fingers. He ripped the

condom wrapper open and rolled the condom on his length, giving himself a few unnecessary tugs as he was already so hard it looked like it might hurt. Blaine brought his body down to cover Kurt's and lined himself up. Just as he was about to push in, his eyes locked with Kurt's. That fire that consumed them, that encapsulated them both, was so much more than passion. Kurt knew it but to see it reflected so clearly back in Blaine's eyes made his eyes water. To conceal the embarrassing weepy tears he felt building, he threaded his fingers through Blaine's, above his head and leaned up to kiss him.

Blaine kissed him back, relaxed and liquid, their tongues rolling against one another. He pushed in slowly, taking his time and letting Kurt adjust as he went. Once he was finally fully incased in Kurt's warm heat, he stilled. He broke their kiss to look Kurt in the eyes as he rolled his hips experimentally.

Kurt saw fucking stars. He saw colors he didn't know existed. This was...this was more than sex and it terrified him and drenched him in wonder. "Blaine," he said for the thousandth time that night, his voice weedling and weak, so fucking spent.

So Blaine began to build a rhythm, slow and deep. So sensual, it made Kurt want to pull his hair, which, fuck it, he did. He gave Blaine's curls a tug, earning a grunt of pleasure from him. He pushed in harder, hitting Kurt's prostate just right. Kurt gasped, "Again, again, " he pleaded, his legs wrapping around Blaine, heels digging into the firm flesh of his ass.

Blaine jerked his hips forward roughly a few times, giving Kurt what he wanted. But he would always settle back into that steady, sensual pace. It felt thorough and meaningful. It felt dirty in the way you can only be with someone you know inside and out.

"Kurt," Blaine breathed, "Kurt, I-fuck. You feel so good." Blaine panted into Kurt's mouth.

"So do you," Kurt said, not sounding any less wrecked. "I can't believe we waited this long." His little laugh morphing into a groan.

Blaine's breathy laugh puffed against his cheek, "So stupid. Should have been doing this all summer."

Kurt kissed him, needing to feel those words on his tongue. Kurt lifted his legs up further, hooking his knees over Blaine's shoulders. He saw Blaine pause for a moment before giving Kurt a little look, slowing his movements.

"I want to be closer. To you. Want to be closer to you." Kurt muttered, knowing he sounded needy and giving absolutely zero fucks.

Blaine just sighed, this sound of complete content and drove in harder, "Fuck Kurt, same here. I can't get close enough to you. Fucking want you all the time." Kurt learned that Blaine was a bit of a talker and the closer they got to their orgasms, the more he babbled.

"Kurt," The sweet sound of his first name on Blaine's lips as he picked up the pace, his cock reaching deeper and deeper into his ass, pulling moans and swears from deep inside Kurt.

And Kurt, so caught up in the pleasure and the abosolut vision of a sweaty Blaine fucking him into the mattress with such sweet intensity, found his orgasm crashing over him unexpectedly. Untouched, his dick twitched violently and string upon string of come spread between their bodies.

That was all it took for Blaine to shout his name once more and collapse on top of him. Blaine rolled off of him, and the risk of heat stroke felt very real right now. But Kurt couldn't care about that when Blaine tangled his body up with Kurt. Their breathing ragged, their bodies drenched in sweat.

"Oh my God, Hummel," Blaine said, a laugh bubbling out of him as he tugged Kurt closer, kissing his cheek.

Kurt giggled too, "Yeah, um...wow."

They took their time coming down, and finally Kurt turned on his side to face Blaine. He had to see if he looked the same. If he was the same smug guy who had somehow wormed his way into his heart. His best friend. Blaine smiled back, looking relaxed and sleepy. He brushed some of Kurt's hair back.

Kurt felt those tratorious tears spring to his eyes again letting out a little, "Blaine…"

And as always, Blaine just knew. "I know babe, I know." And he did, Kurt was sure of it. Blaine knew that this changed everything. Because this wasn't just a hookup. Nothing could ever be that causal between them.

But instead, Kurt said, "Babe?" a teasing lilt in his voice.

Blaine shook his head, rolling his eyes, he hit Kurt with a pillow. "You didn't seem to mind it too much when my dick was inside you," he whispered before kissing Kurt on the lips. They cleaned up quickly only to fall back to bed, kissing and satiated and boneless until a yawn tore between them.

Wordlessly, Blaine stood, lifted the comforter up and laid down. He kept the blanket raised, "Get in." He said to Kurt.

And he did. No questions asked because he was pretty sure that neither of them had any answers.

Not very many hours later, the sun began to change the color of the sky, the way it does before it actually breaches over the horizon. A silvery light turned the dark sky paler, the smell of blue smoke and sulfur lingering in the air. The weak light shoved its way gently through the slats of Blaine's blinds, waking Kurt in a still sleeping world. Too morning for the night time critters but too night for the birds to start singing.

His heavy eyes slid over to the sleeping form beside him. He saw Blaine's lips, slack and parted, breathing steadily like a promise. He saw those dark curls tangled in contrast to the crisp sheets and those insanely long lashes fanned out on his cheeks. He was perfect. If Kurt hadn't known it before (which he sort of had), he knew now for sure: Blaine was perfect.

Well, I mean, not perfect perfect. He was almost incapable of turning the teasing off and he was constantly making snide remarks. He was a bit short. Oh and he had a habit of biting his nails down to the quick. And he liked sweet pickles, like an utter psychopath. But none of that stuff really mattered, at least not to Kurt. The pickle thing was cutting it close, but Kurt was feeling gracious. So maybe Blaine was just perfect for Kurt? As if that wasn't problematic in its own right.

He was pulled from his thoughts when he saw the slightest twitch of Blain's nose, followed by an adorable little snuffle. Another twitch and then his eyelids fluttered, narrowed and cautious against the early morning light. His eyes focused on Kurt after a few moments and he smiled. Slow and supple, his eyes sparkling in the low light.

"Morning," Kurt said, his voice coming out rougher than he'd expected.

"Mmm, morning," Blaine responded, and as if seeing the hesitant question in Kurt's eyes, leaning forward and gave Kurt a kiss. He pulled away all too soon but Kurt supposed he should be thanking his lucky stars, given the fact that it was too early in the relationship for morning breath. Wait, relationship? Is that what this was?

"How did you sleep?" Blaine asked, sharing Kurt's pillow, noses touching.

"I slept…" Kurt thought, wondering how honest he should be. But when had he ever censored what he said to Blaine? That was the best part of their friendship: the ability to be free. A smile broke across Kurt's face. "I slept better than I have all summer."

Blaine chuckled, seemingly pleased with this answer and kissed Kurt again, light and soft. "Me too."

They lay there in silence, lightly wrapped in each other's arms, more asleep than awake until a yawn pulled itself from deep in Kurt's chest. He sat up, stretching his arms above his head. "I should probably get back to Darla's. I didn't come home last night and I don't want her to worry." He leaned dangerously far out of the bed, fingers stretching to their fullest extent to snag his jeans and retrieve his phone from the pocket. No missed calls, no texts. "That is, if she even noticed." Blaine huffed out a gravely laugh and Kurt echoed him.

They stood, oddly comfortable in their nakedness. Kurt gathered his clothes, blanching at the thought of having to put his dirty, sweaty clothes back on from last night, even if it was just for an early morning walk of shame.

"Here," Blaine said, as he pulled out two shirts from his closet. He extended one to Kurt, a plain white tee. "You can borrow this. Oh and-" he ducked down to open a drawer of his dresser. He held out a pair of boxers, "And these. I think you'll need to wear your own jeans though. Something tells me that we aren't the same size."

Kurt knew his eyes must be the size of grapefruits, his cheeks probably the shade of a ripe one. Did Blaine know how much these things meant to him? Did he know how incredible it was that Kurt didn't even have to tell him these things. He just noticed and acted accordingly. "Thank you," he said, a little too quiet and a little too serious and a lot too touched. Blaine just nodded, a soft smile on as he covered up all of that gorgeous skin.

Kurt headed toward the stairs, pausing at the top. Did they kiss? Hug? Shake hands? What was the protocol here? "So, um-"

"Let me walk you home." Blaine interrupted, sounding eager and maybe a little nervous. Oddly enough, Blaine's nervousness eased Kurt's mood. At least he wasn't the only one who didn't know how to act.

"Okay," Kurt said, small smile in place, "I'd like that."

They stepped out of the garage into the first moment of coolness Kurt had ever experienced in Cassville. The morning dew was still setting and the barest of chills hung in the air.

They began walking towards Darla's house in a comfortable silence. They did not hold hands, they didn't chat idly. The time for idle chat was gone. A conversation needed to happen here but Kurt wasn't sure what all that would be or how to have it. He also wasn't sure if it was wise to divulge all he was feeling because he was about 99% sure it was too much too soon.

They crunched up the gravel driveway, slowly making their way to Darla's two story house. It looked quiet, like it was still sleeping. The town as a whole would be sleeping in late today, Kurt was sure of it. He knew most businesses downtown would be closed today, the school included. A lazy day awaited and suddenly, he wondered how he would spend it if Blaine was dropping him off at home. Was it too much to see him a second time in one day?

They reached the base of the porch stairs and turned to look at one another. Kurt looked into Blaine's eyes, as open and honest as ever and he reminded himself, like he had back in the loft this morning, last night even, that Blaine was first and foremost, his friend. That's what made them so special. And he wasn't going to lose his boldness over a really good night. Like a really, really phenomenal night. But still.

He took a step forward, winding his arms around Blaine's waist. "Can I see you today? Or is that too much?" He laughed at his own awkwardness.

Blaine shook his head, bringing his hands up to rest on Kurt's chest, fingers kneading like a cat. He stared at his fingers as he spoke, "Not too much at all." He looked up, "Get a couple more hours of sleep, check in with Darla and I'll pick you up this afternoon? I have today off but um, I'm sure we can find something to do." He shot Kurt a wink that was way too practiced and Kurt just had to roll his eyes. Just like he also had to lean down and kiss Blaine. Strong and reassuring. A promise and a threat. He pulled back, speaking softly, "I'm sure we can find something."

Blaine laughed, eyes still closed and leaned forward to peck Kurt's lips once again. But Kurt needed to say it, so he broke the kiss and said, "Blaine?" Blaine looked up at him with molten eyes. "I just want you to know that last night? It um...it was amazing." God, Kurt sounded ridiculous. How do you tell someone that they're your best friend and that's very important to you, but that you also really like having sex with them because that somehow feels equally important? "And I just hope you know how special you are to me." He cringed internally (and maybe a little externally) at that.

But Blaine didn't laugh, he didn't make a joke, he didn't tease Kurt like he'd expected him to. He nodded, like he was really listening. "Kurt," He said and it almost startled Kurt to hear it outside of the bedroom. "You are important. We?" He gestured between their bodies and the nonexistent space between them, "This? Is important. I um," he broke off to take a breath and brought a hand up to rub the back of his neck. "I think we're on the same page."

Kurt nodded slowly, a slow smile spreading over his face, replacing every anxious, unsure thought he'd had this morning. "Of course we are," He laughed. "We always are."

To this, Blaine nodded and laughed, before breaking off to kiss the life out of Kurt. A long, singular kiss that stole all of his oxygen and sent him spinning. God, if felt so good, so right. Like everything had just fallen into place. A very, very sexy place.

Blaine released his lips with a kiss but hovered close, eyes still closed, "Hummel?"

"Yeah?"

"Darla's been peaking down through her bedroom window this entire time."

Kurt's neck snapped back at an alarming pace and sure enough, he saw a set of huge eyes disappear behind a fluttering curtain, released just a second too late. Kurt groaned, "Oh my god," his head falling back, arms limp at his sides.

Blaine just laughed and leaned forward to leave a peck on Kurt's exposed neck before backing away down the driveway. "Have fun with that!" he called, "I'll see you later?"

"Fuck you!" Kurt called back in a sunny voice.

"It's a date!" Blaine responded, that fucking twinkle in his eyes as he turned on his heel and retreated back to his loft and Kurt turned to face that next great inquisition of all history.

A/N: GUYS! IT HAPPENED! I really loved writing this chapter and not just for the spiciness. But just the atmosphere and the banter and the mood, ugh. It was a fun one and I've been waiting to share it with you for so long. Let me know what you think; leave a review! Don't forget to follow or favorite as well so you don't miss the next chapter on Wednesday. Have a great rest of your weekend and I'll see ya'll soon! :)