Gotcha

by LeBelle

Things are tough all around for Kurt at McKinley but they're getting worse, or maybe that's just how it appears to him. Maybe he's just tired of it and growing even more tired as it continues to grow. Not Finn or Rachel friendly for awhile.

16. What can I do, what can I be

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Chapter 16
What can I do, what can I be

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AN: So... Just a side note that has a little bit to do with this chapter but might seem like a tangent at first. In the show Blaine goes through the most changes and not in a good way. He's not a roller coaster. No, he's bouncing around to different personality teleportation platforms, going from suave, calm collected and cool to shy, pushy and backstabby to very pushy and disgruntled to cheater and wounded victim even though he was the one who did it to a guy who says he wants his boyfriend back and will do anything to do so but starts heavily hitting on his straight best friend and doing very little to get Kurt back other than whine at him to high energy crazy puppy to needy to toddler throwing a fit and thinking he's scary but he's just throwing a fit with a red face and isn't actually doing anything to a sad sack who dates Karofsky after storming out on a huff rather than trying to stick around and work it out and going back on what he promises like 8 times (season 6 will never exist for me)...He can be calm, cool, collected suave Blaine in season 4 one episode and neurotic the next and it was such a mean thing to do to us. I view season 3-6 (yes, even season 6 even if it doesn't 'exist') as a draft that can be tweaked and changed to my heart's delight and throwing out great portions of it or all of it if I please.

Now why this ^ relates to this chapter. That's all out the window. Blaine is not going to be a character who has 9 different writers each writing a different episode/scene for him without having watched previous seasons or understand who he was in the episode before. Yet! I do like some parts of his character in later episodes when he's got so much energy that he's bubbling over and doing crazy physical things. I address that part of him in this chapter, even though we haven't seen it yet other than in small barely there doses. This Blaine after all is not that Blaine, this Blaine has continuity but isn't 1D. He's got things in his history even if I got rid of the Sadie Hawkins thing this time around.

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"Yo, Springs, did you go downstairs for any reason last night?" Santana asked pulling on the fresh outfit she had taken out from her car.

"No, why?" Blaine asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, totally not used to getting up so early.

"Weird, must have imagined it." That was it, nothing else and both let it drop.

Kurt had long ago slithered out from between the two of them, even though he'd never been more comfortable or warm, especially on a fairly cool day. He regretted it the second he was no longer between the warm bodies but he had a routine to stick to.

He shook his head in the mirror as he looked over the poor state of his face. He had been careful to keep up with his care routine but he hadn't gotten much sleep and his routine was all out of sorts. He can't believe he wore the same outfit for 3 days straight. That was totally unlike him. He applied the right makeup and skin care products now, his shower the night before was glorious and a fresh set of clothes, even if it was only for a few hours was fantastic.

He looked through all of the clothes he had in the room and then in his car. He swore he had a scarf laid out with this outfit last night. His words to Santana seemed far too true and he rubbed the center of his forehead to keep himself from wrinkling in his confusion. His weekends needed to stop being so chaotic and stressful, his week days had already been that way.

He put the outfit he had picked out back into it's carrier case, he'd find the scarf later, he was sure, when he was looking for something else. It might even be at the dormitory. He pulled out the other outfit he was going to wear, but this one was missing the cufflinks. He pulled out the third and it was missing the ascot pin. The fourth was missing the vest.

A frown he couldn't do anything to stop formed, he'd definitely get wrinkles from that look if it wasn't pulled out for extremely rare occasions. Finn had been messing with his clothes, it was the only thing he could think of. He had pulled them out of the Rover in retaliation and took things from them and put them in his closet, mocking him. This was so not cool and he would corner Finn on it next weekend.

He looked over his options and settled on the last outfit, no vest, but it was fine for the meantime. He would have to go through all the outfits in the car and see if anything else was messed with. He popped into Finn's room to see if he could find his missing items while he heard Blaine and Santana slowly wake up. He'd already been awake for hours working on different things.

Kurt had made them all breakfast and it was still warm and waiting for them when they got downstairs. He rifled through every area of Finn's room he dared to touch but the wafting smell from a few areas of the room kept him away from those until he pinched his nose shut and tried to breath through his mouth and used the longest thing he could find in the room – a ruler actually, found on Finn's desk – to move things around a little and was relieved to find that his stuff wasn't hidden under Finn's gym clothes.

Shaking his head, he put the ruler back on the desk and left the room, nearly running into a fully dressed Santana. She eyed where he came from. "What's the deal there?"

"I thought he took somethings of mine." Kurt shrugged. "I wanted to retrieve them but I couldn't find them."

Santana nodded and Blaine came out shortly behind her. "Something smells good." He dropped his arm around Santana's shoulders but she knocked him off of her. She only wanted to cuddle up to Kurt, not Blaine. "Must be you, handsome."

"Potentially, I made breakfast." He smiled and gestured with his head toward the kitchen down the stairs. Santana darted between them so she could be the first at the table and find the biggest proportion.

"What's your deal?" Blaine asked after her.

"Oh, you'll find out what you're missing out on soon enough!" She answered with a squeal. "This is my favorite! Thank you Kurt!"

"I felt like you deserved it!" He called down after her then looked to Blaine who was eying his outfit critically. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing really... just I feel like something is missing, it's not your usual flare."

Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's arm that was closest to him and he pressed up against him, looking up with a grin. "And this is why I love you, only you would notice something is missing, something isn't there that is me, it's just not quite right." Kurt hadn't caught what he's started with, but Blaine had. "That's why I was in Finn's room, I was looking for the vest I had planned with it."

He could mix things up and wear different pieces with different items but he usually had an idea and then wore it that way first, photographing it before it got wrinkled or anything. He didn't take pictures of this outfit today, he would when he figured out the next best way of wearing it. That's what a designer did, they knew how to pair the same piece with different items, several ways. This was... lacking, he didn't have other items to go with it at the moment. If he could only find his vest, then maybe he would take pictures of this particular combination in the future. Without the vest, it was just a simple striped shirt.

Blaine was grinning like an idiot. Kurt tilted his head, he hadn't said anything that would put that look on Blaine's face, most of that was inner monologue. "What?" He asked again.

"It's just – I'll explain later." Blaine needed to distract Kurt before he realized what he said and so he kissed him, deeply and longer than he'd meant. He needed to keep Kurt from remembering what he'd let slip. He was feeling the same way but now that Kurt had reassured him, unknowingly that he felt that way, it was now Blaine's turn to surprise him. He would find the most romantic setting he could in November and lay it all out for Kurt, in a way he wouldn't miss or forget and on his end it would be entirely intentional.

"Food! Getting cold! I'm going to eat your portions!" Santana's voice called up the stairs and Blaine pulled out of the kiss long enough to realize that his shirt was bunched up over Kurt's wrists as his hands explored the lightly hairy chest beneath it. Blaine's hands were hooked around the back of Kurt's thighs, pushing him hard into Blaine's erection. Kurt's own was both a blessing and a problem. A blessing because it meant that Kurt hadn't been shocked by it and was feeling the same way. A problem, because it meant Kurt was feeling the same way and now their erections were touching, rubbing against each other with every movement they made and it was very difficult for Blaine to force himself to move away. "FOOD! SCHOOL!" Santana was sounding even less amused now.

Breathing hard, Kurt laid his head on Blaine's chest. "Ok... ok..." He was talking to himself, that much was obvious, he was gathering himself together. "OK!" He hollered all of a sudden back at her. "Give us -"

"No, get down here right now or I'll go up there and jack you both off!" The prospect had the desired effect, made their problem much more manageable and neither wanted her hands on them. "1... 2..."

"Ok!" Kurt scrambled away from Blaine and spun around and pressed a kiss to Blaine's cheek before darting into his room and grabbing a knee length jacket and pulling it on while he headed down stairs. Oh sure, leave Blaine up there with a problem that he couldn't hide. In one way though, Kurt had taken the bullet for both of them. He had to sit through Santana's teasing first, was still half hard and got there first. He gave Blaine a few minutes to gather himself together before coming down.

Then Blaine remembered who he was and sauntered down the stairs and came to a stop next to Kurt, wrapped an arm around his shoulders and kissed Kurt on the cheek. He didn't do anything to hide his still half hard erection that twitched because of his close proximity to Kurt or that he was now touching him. He grinned jauntily at Santana. "But Mama, I don't want to go to school, I want to stay here and fuck Kurt's brains out, have him fuck mine out too."

Kurt started choking on his water and he probably could have chosen a better timing for that. Santana's face turned extremely red, but not in embarrassment like Kurt's did, but in anger. "Do you want a matching bruise for the other cheek?" Blaine rubbed a reassuring hand over Kurt's back. It was just water, he would survive, even though the coughing was going on for longer than it should. He knew Kurt wouldn't appreciate the questions or looks, so he kept Santana's eyes on him.

"Try me." Blaine grinned. "I might just take him back to the dorm and call us in sick. Daytime sex is the best, I'll be able to see every inch of his body and watch his blood ebb and flow all over depending on what we're doing. His skin is so telling, I'll have no doubts that he likes it."

He was wheezing now, but at least the coughing was over. "B-B-Blaine!" It was something between a whine and a rasp and maybe a little bit of shock there too.

"Mama started it." Blaine reassured Kurt that he knew what he was doing and dropped a kiss onto the top of his head.

"Mama?" Santana asked with a lifted brow, she'd been called that by the boys at Dalton a few times now. She found that she didn't actually mind the title. One would think that's what they would call Quinn, but she was the mama hen of her little chickies. "You boys definitely nailed it in one."

"Hmm. That's what I'm hoping to do with Kurt." His eyes danced green and gold flames as he challenged Santana.

"You know I don't like you or anyone talking about Kurt like that, even alluding to it." Santana was too far away at the moment to do any real harm to Blaine until she could get closer.

"That's why we call you Mama, we're well aware of your mama-bear qualities when it comes to Kurt. But you seem to forget that he's an adult and he's my boyfriend and I don't appreciate being interrupted to start with, but the second that you try to make either of us feel bad about desiring each other or acting on it, you cross a line that I won't accept."

Kurt watched the two of them, fascinated. Blaine was in much more dangerous territory with Santana than he'd ever been with Burt, Burt had never had to deal with boys before, not like this, not going after someone in this way. He'd dealt with boys attempting to hurt Kurt, not court him. He was now sick in hospital and on a path to recovery, he wasn't a challenge or able to get in the way. He bit his bottom lip, wondering who would win, so far Blaine had caved to Santana about everything when it came to a sexual nature with Kurt.

"Feel bad about desiring each other..." Santana looked from Blaine to Kurt, echoing his words, realizing what he was saying even if Kurt didn't. He hadn't exactly come out and said what he meant and Kurt was missing something that experience would teach him, after some time knowing that part of life. When he started understanding himself a little better away from McKinley. Her eyes shifted away from both of them. "I'll try to hold my tongue." She'd caved.

Wow... Kurt had never seen Santana cave to anyone. He looked up at Blaine and he looked fierce, like a rider on horseback and then felt Kurt's eyes on him and he looked down and grinned and he was a totally different person. So much more approachable but also sexy as hell. If Kurt wasn't already half hard, he would be with that grin as it was, he had trouble thinking clearly as it hardened even further.

Kurt patted the seat next to him where there was food dished up on a plate. "Sit, eat." His voice wasn't fully there but his blood was rushing to other parts of his body.

Blaine sat down and there was a knowing smile teasing around the edges of his lips but he ate and then groaned and put Kurt fully into unable to move unless he gets help territory. "This is delicious, you weren't kidding when you said you cooked. And, you, Santana weren't joking when you said I would find out what I was missing." He took another bite, trying not to be greedy and just shovel the food in his mouth, was trying to savor it.

He moaned long and hard and Santana giggled, oh yeah, Blaine would be sexy as sin in bed, Kurt got a good one. "Hard to imagine that it's incredibly healthy, right?"

"Don't care. Will still gain weight if he cooks like this every day, I'll eat the whole pan."

"Nah-uh, you have to share this part of him too!" Santana swatted his hand away when he attempted to go for seconds while he still had a plate full. "Kurt? Why aren't you eating?"

Kurt blinked at her for a moment before realizing that he was expected to participate in this banter. He was breathing carefully, trying hard to help himself out without giving himself away. He breathed in and out in measured breaths, focusing on something other than Blaine's incredibly sexy sounds. He didn't care that Santana was there, witnessing his predicament.

Blaine placed a hand on Kurt's thigh, trying to draw him out and that startled him and he jerked a little. "Woah, careful." His thumb rubbed a pattern on his lower outside thigh. He hadn't been touched there since Mr. Ryerson had attempted to cop a feel, so that was problematic that it suddenly brought that back. It was also Blaine and Blaine's hand and it had been a sexy hand that he knew would be doing wicked things to him soon and he'd ask for it, would beg for it. It was a warm hand that sent his careful breathing techniques into the wind and totally ruined any chance he had at them not knowing he was having difficulty not being rock hard around this incredibly sexy man attached to that incredibly sexy hand.

Kurt shifted awkwardly and wished he hadn't as it just caused Blaine's hand to slide further up his thigh and he looked beseechingly at Blaine for help. Blaine understood instantly, but so too had Santana.

She opened her mouth to say something but snapped it shut as she remembered the promise she just made. "I'm going to go eat this downstairs in the basement and I'll take myself off to school. Have a good week Kurt and I'll talk to you this evening?"

"Ye-yeah." Kurt agreed though he had no idea what he was agreeing to, his eyes couldn't be torn from Blaine's which were flames licking his skin. He didn't even notice when Santana left the room.

Then a sensual smile started curving along Blaine's lips. "Having a bit of trouble, are you? Regretting leaving me on the landing now, aren't you?"

Kurt's head lulled on his neck, he was having trouble keeping himself together. Blaine's fingers tiptoed up Kurt's thigh and he let out a sound of protest and need at the same time. He couldn't talk even if it was to save his life at the moment.

Blaine's fingers wandered to his hip. "Is this where you want them?" He was wicked, just absolutely horrible, a completely terrible person and Kurt shook his head, surprised he had that much control over his body. "No?" His fingers started their torturous trek down toward his knee and Kurt grabbed his hand and brought it back up his thigh but hesitated when he was going to press Blaine's hand against his aching member. "Ok, ok, I'm sorry." He whispered, understanding he'd gone too far too fast with Kurt with that hesitation. Kurt wasn't sure where they were at, what he could do, what would be too far. "Nothing you do or want to do with me would be too far for me." Blaine reassured. "But let's not do this in the kitchen." He bent and kissed Kurt before pulling them both off their stools and hitched Kurt up into his arms. Kurt wrapped his legs around Blaine's waist and Blaine stumbled up the stairs. The longer they stayed this way, the harder he got in return.

They entered Kurt's bedroom and he didn't worry about a lock, it wasn't put back in yet anyway. Santana had been firmly put in her place in this matter. Blaine sat Kurt down on the bed and pulled away despite the cry of protest and Kurt's grasping hands, trying to pull him back. He kissed him again but did pull away but only so he could kneel in front of Kurt who sat on the edge of the bed. He got rid of the jacket, it was just too big and in the way.

Blaine opened up Kurt's pants which were far too tight for Kurt and his problem and there was a breath of relief when there was now space for that extra blood and length. "Ooh." Blaine looked down in shock and pleasure. "Those pants hide quite a bit, don't they?"

Kurt shifted uncomfortable and tried to hide himself. "I-"

"Hey, no, it's good." Blaine leaned in so he could kiss Kurt's mouth again. "Nothing to be embarrassed by, you should be proud. I'm definitely excited for where we're going to go with it in the future."

"Wha-" Kurt started but Blaine kissed him again and he lost track of what he was going to say. His fingers were too busy getting tangled up in Blaine's hair and his mouth and thoughts were solely focused on Blaine's mouth and what it was doing to his.

"Brittany may have taught you to kiss, but I get to teach you the rest of this world." Blaine said, his mouth moving over his and then his jaw and then his ear.

"Yes, of course. Only you." Kurt couldn't imagine wanting any one else touching him in this way before, now or ever, even after he and Blaine did everything either could come up with or the internet provided them with to try.

Blaine was satisfied with his response and helped Kurt remove the last few barriers that kept him from springing entirely free. Even bigger than he'd thought when he'd gotten the pants open. Blaine could barely contain his excitement at seeing what Kurt was packing, at being able to see it all. He hadn't expected them to get to this point so quickly. He tampered himself down though, Kurt was still too vulnerable to go all the way but he could help relieve some tension and stress and start his initiation into bedroom activities. This would only be to help Kurt feel good, nothing else. Well, maybe to drive forward their connection just a bit more too, but that's where it was always going to go, no matter if he helped Kurt out right now or not.

Next time, he may introduce Kurt to something else where the clothes stayed on and that unbearable tightness worked for him... Next time. He wasn't ready for that just then. On the outside, this seemed even more intimate than that act may, but it was and it wasn't.

Blaine's mouth left Kurt's ear and pressed his lips to Kurt's once more before he lowered his head to Kurt's lower one. He pressed a kiss on the tip then on the shaft and Kurt jerked and surged up. "Oh-!" He was worried about hurting Blaine who had moved out of the way and pressed down on Kurt's hips gently to keep him him in place.

"Careful, you might poke my eye out next time." He was only teasing but Kurt let out a sound of distress at the possibility. "You won't." Blaine reassured, pressing a kiss to ever single part of Kurt's member and then down further and Kurt shook. "Not yet, you haven't even gotten to the good stuff yet." But Kurt thought it was all good stuff when it came to Blaine and his mouth and then his tongue stroked up the underside of his cock and Kurt couldn't hold himself up anymore and flopped onto his back. "No, no. You're going to watch this one."

Blaine teased and pulled him back up and grabbed the pillows from the head of the bed and propped them up behind Kurt so even if he couldn't hold himself up, he couldn't go anywhere. Then he went back to his spot between Kurt's legs. He licked him again and Kurt mewled in pleasure. Blaine grinned and did it again and got the same reaction. He ran his tongue around the bottom edge of his head, then over the rest of it before opening his jaw and let his lips press together lightly so the head had to go through a tiny bit of resistance to enter his mouth. Kurt bucked and Blaine kept him in place with a bit more pressure on his hips.

Then his entire head was in Blaine's mouth, the wet moist heat engulfing him. Blaine lowered his head further, taking in more of Kurt, more of his shaft. Kurt's hands were in Blaine's hair again, gripping and groaning and Blaine helped him along with different amounts of suction closing around his sex. He did that while he moved up and down Kurt's member, bringing that head deeper into his mouth with every descent, until he was hitting his throat. He relaxed and took him even deeper, down deep into his throat. Kurt's fingers curled painfully tight into Blaine's curls, tried to pull him up. Blaine ignored him and coaxed him even more, helping him along by tensing and relaxing his throat around him and breathing through his nose and he moved back and forth along him while doing so.

Kurt came, came fast and hard and Blaine let go of his hips so he could thrust up like he'd wanted to and deeper into Blaine's throat. Blaine swallowed him down, every last bit of it. When Kurt was spent and lounging back against the pillows, Blaine slowly let the limp cock out of his mouth, kissed it one more time and then grinned up at his boyfriend. "You taste delicious, better than the meal you made downstairs. I could eat you all day long."

"I'd hit you for being so perverse if I wasn't so languid." Kurt's fingers twisted idly in Blaine's hair. "You didn't have to do that, but thank you."

"Look at you all prim and proper and thanking me for doing something I took immense pleasure in, something I wanted. Thank you for letting me do it. Especially as it was your first time and it hadn't exactly been something planned or discussed." Blaine pressed another kiss to Kurt's cock and it twitched. Blaine wasn't trying to rouse it back to a standing state though. He hoped Kurt wouldn't start to regret the impulsive blow job. He started to stand but Kurt pulled him in for a kiss.

"I don't know if I ever need a second time, that first time was more than I could have ever imagined and I could live off that high forever. Thank you for being my first." Kurt whispered against Blaine's lips.

"It's only going to get better and better, now that you have some idea of what to expect, the anticipation will be magical. You'll never want to stop, nor if it's with me, why should you?" Blaine pressed a firmer kiss against Kurt's mouth. "Don't move. I'll be right back."

Blaine came back with a wash rag and was incredibly gentle as Kurt was very sensitive afterward and cleaned him up before drying him off and helping him back into his underwear and pants. "I didn't do anything to relieve your – erection." Kurt felt odd saying it out loud but it was true.

Kissing Kurt again, Blaine took his hands and just held them against his chest. "This was enough for now, ok? I am the master at tamping it down when needed." Although with Kurt it was proving to be a lot harder than normal. He would manage though, the hour and a half drive would do it for him if nothing else.

"But-" Kurt wanted to reach out and help him, do for Blaine what he had done for him.

"No, it's ok, honestly. We don't have the time and you don't have the- you're not-"

"I don't have the skills. I'll botch it." Kurt sighed, he understood. "You don't have the time right now to teach me how to bring you pleasure."

Blaine caught his face between his hands and looked down at Kurt with utmost seriousness. "That's not it. You bring me pleasure with the smallest look or touch. It's more that you're not ready or prepared properly, you don't know how to handle me yet- no, that sounds wrong still. Kurt." Blaine kissed him hard and fast and pulled back. "What I mean is you haven't done this before and I'll end up hurting you if we don't take it slow and we don't have time for slow and I'm not going to hurt you, I won't do it."

"You won't hurt me. You don't have to go slow."

"I will, I know I will and you're too precious to hurt or even risk hurting." Blaine tried to make his meaning clear. "Tonight, we'll work on it, ok? If you still want to."

"I'm not fragile, I'm not going to break." Kurt frowned up at him. "I thought you of all people knew that."

"No, even if you were taller than me, broader and buffer, I would still take this speed with you because you haven't done it before. I'll still take this speed with you even after our first time together because you deserve it, we both do. I would never want to risk hurting you." Blaine rubbed his thumbs across both of Kurt's cheekbones. "You might not like the word because of how you associate it with you, but I'm going to say it again, you're precious to me, what we have is precious to me. I'm not going to damage it by rushing or hurting either of us."

Kurt sighed and accepted it as truth and then he got a naughty smile as he looked up at Blaine. "So I'm pretty sure this is what dad meant when he said no funny business in the house."

"I don't find any of it funny, it's a totally serious endeavor we partook in, nothing funny at all."

Kurt belayed his comment though when he started giggling and Blaine smiled back ruefully. He couldn't help but pull Kurt in for another kiss. "We should go." Kurt whispered across his mouth. "We're going to be late for class at this rate and Carole and dad may come home before we can go."

"Ok." Blaine sighed and released Kurt. "Yours, mine or both?"

"Both." Kurt knew Blaine said that he'd be back for Friday's dinner but he wanted to give him an out when the week rolled around to it. They walked to the door but Kurt paused as he looked down at the desk, his ascot pin was sitting there. He scooped it up and put it in his pocket and then went to closet and pulled out the outfit it belonged to. He brought both down with him to the garage and he put the garment bag where it belonged and put the ascot pin into the pocket it normally resided in. It was hard to just fall out from that pocket, there was a zipper. Yet it was small enough, he could have overlooked it.

Blaine had gathered up his sweats and headed out the front door while Kurt locked everything up and opened the garage before turning on his Rover.

He backed down the driveway and followed Blaine out of the neighborhood to head to the interstate. At this point Blaine had done this particular trip far more times than Kurt had. He hesitated while the garage door closed once more and he glanced in his rearview mirror. A blue short-bed truck, not new and not old sat down the street. It seemed vaguely familiar but he couldn't place who it belonged to. Maybe it was just a neighbor's who moved it around but he'd sworn he'd seen it in front of his house before.

Kurt shook it out of his mind. He was seriously going insane, it got worse the longer he stayed in Lima.

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Another glorious week and he was actually surprised that it went so well. Wednesday he'd sat in on the meeting again, pitching in where required but he was trying to get a strong feel for how they operated. They'd turned to him expectantly and he looked back at them innocently.

"We're waiting." David explained.

"Yes, I see that, but I'm not sure what for." Kurt replied back, trying to keep his snark out of his voice, but he barely managed to do so and he saw Blaine leaning against the desk with a small smirk. He was far more aware of Kurt's subtleties than Kurt had even realized.

"I seem to recall about a month ago that you told us that once you were a Warbler you would finally tell us your thoughts on our performance from that day, no holds bar." Wes pressed, David had asked and Kurt had been less than forth-coming.

"Ah. That. Well I never said no holds bar, but I will definitely tell you what I thought of while watching you guys. You cut out the skills of your soloists, squash them in the blend of sounds." Kurt saw that they weren't understanding. "Ok, guys back me up. I'll show you my thoughts." He started humming one of their favorite go-to songs for a pick up, he'd learned this one early on. He sang with them, trying to be heard over the rest of the voices and while he could belt, he wasn't trying to on purpose. He gestured for them to back off a little and he didn't change anything on his end, his voice could be heard a lot clearer now. He told them to back down a lot more and they kept it at a whisper, just a background and then his was nearly crystal clear and sharp and could cut glass but there was just something wrong with it. He clenched his fist and they cut out completely, leaving only silence, he waited a beat then sang his lines and then opened his palm wide open and they came back with full force without having to scale up to it. He clenched his fist again and they stopped. "Does that illuminate my point a little clearer?"

He looked back at them just staring at him. "What?"

"That was... mesmerizing. I know it wasn't the point you were making but damn, Kurt, that was some skill." It was Thad speaking and he had no reason to bolster Kurt's ego, never had in the past. "We should do that with Little Bit Softer Now, Little Bit Louder Now." It wasn't the name of the song but he never remembered the name of the songs, just the gimmicks.

"The point you were making though also came across loud and clear." David elbowed Thad, who sheepishly nodded his agreement. "We'll think about it."

"I don't mean for all the solo parts, just when you really want to make an impact. The harmony is nice, makes everyone sound even better than their amazing abilities already, it just deadens the notes or the interest some of the solos can have." Kurt looked to Blaine to see if that made sense but he looked back to the trio behind the desk and they were all nodding. Blaine wasn't lead vocalist but sometimes he seemed like it with the way they all deferred to him even though he made a show of deferring to the council.

"Hmm. Last week Warbler Kurt, you auditioned for us. This week we'll have you sing another song. Every week we ask everyone to have something prepared. No repeats."

"Do we really only practice together one day a week?" Kurt was surprised, they seemed in such harmony and cohesion, he didn't see how one practice a week could do that.

"Officially, yes, but we have been known to start humming in the hallways and others joining in." Wes waved that concern away. "You'll see, it won't seem so sparse to you eventually, it will seem like we're always singing. Thank you Warbler Kurt."

He was dismissed and he went back to his chair, he hadn't wanted to be called upon anyway and they hadn't seemed all that interested in his thoughts once they'd made him express them.

Blaine stayed up at the desk talking to them for a bit and so it gave Trent time to find the courage to come over and sit with Kurt and chat. "Don't look so down in the dumps. I never think they like anything I suggest and then next thing you know, we're singing it at Regionals."

Kurt sighed. "I overstepped. They had only wanted to hear praise. I'm too new to be trying to shake things up."

"They wanted you for that exact reason. This might seem stuffy and full of tradition here but they listen to new ideas and figure out how to incorporate them. We get a lot of scholarship kids in here for different stuff and it's those students who keep us going, keep us up with the times and moving forward. I think they liked it better than you know, Thad was clapping, he never claps."

"He liked what I accidentally did, not what I was trying to do." Kurt was a little on edge for being lumped together with other 'scholarship' kids. "Do people think poorly of me because I'm well... not rich?"

Trent laughed loud and a bit awkwardly with that middle laugh snort rather than at the beginning or end. "No way!" Blaine looked over at them and had briefly stirred from his comfortable looking position but reassessed the situation and settled back into the conversation he was having. That was interesting, Kurt noted. "I was also a scholarship kid, I came in last year in the second semester."

"Wow, that long ago, it's amazing, you seem so settled in, like you've been here forever." Kurt wasn't being sarcastic, just had been surprised that it had been barely a semester if what he was saying was accurate. Not all in one go, but not a long time, not like the rest.

"They're good at doing that here, they welcome people with open arms, make them feel welcomed, comfortable, settled in. You'll like it if you don't already, you'll see how well you fit in and still stand out." Trent nudged him with a shoulder and Kurt didn't try to pull away. He liked what Trent was saying, Trent had embodied his own path, just a short time ahead of him. This was a good omen to him.

Afterward, Blaine had hooked his forefingers into the front part of the band of Kurt's pants and tugged him to him. They found an empty classroom and Kurt went willingly. Blaine hadn't spent any time teaching Kurt the ways to give a good blow job yet.

Monday while Blaine was at Lacrosse and then showering, Kurt had talked to Santana, Mercedes, Sam, Brittany and his dad and Carole. Some of which were video chats. He'd fallen asleep during his conversation with his dad, looking entirely uncomfortable. His dad had signed out, sent a quick chat bubble with the words 'goodnight, sleep well' and then closed down the computer. Burt hadn't begrudged Kurt that need for sleep, he'd been asleep for days and Kurt had barely slept a wink. Funny how that happens.

Blaine had come in, the door had been unlocked, waiting for him and he closed the door and locked it before adjusting Kurt into a more comfortable positions where Blaine could spoon him. Then he closed the computer and put it on the desk and proceeded to hold Kurt in his arms and didn't care if sleep came or not as long as they could stay like that.

Tuesday found Kurt in another dog heap of people, but this time it was Blaine's friends, who were now firmly Kurt's too, just surrounding him on the couch, talking with him, learning about public school and the things that went down there. He was regaling them with stories of Sue Sylvester and the insane things that came out of her mouth. He'd been laughing and having fun and looked entirely more animated than he had been for awhile and so he let Kurt burn himself out with those boys.

Blaine had rescued Kurt from waking up with far too many males surrounding him, he wasn't used to it and they were still somewhat unfamiliar. Blaine said it was because he didn't want Kurt to freak out when he woke up before realizing where he was and who everyone was. Truthfully, he just wanted to keep Kurt all to himself for whenever he could manage it. He scooped Kurt easily into his arms and carried him without any effort to his own bedroom, unlocked the door, laid Kurt gently in his bed, turned, closed and locked the door and then went back to Kurt. Kurt slept through the whole thing.

Now it was Wednesday and they had been together most of the evening with Glee practice and he was just realized they'd been in it for 3 hours. It probably equaled out to be about the same amount of time he spent with his own Glee club during the week, just a different set up of when and where. No, that wasn't right... his old Glee club, not his own.

His stomach had reminded him that it had been almost 8 hours since last ate, other than a quick snack at 3 that Blaine had tossed him before he'd run off to box for the next hour or so.

"You and Trent looked cozy, I'm glad." Blaine murmured, his nose finding the edge of Kurt's shirt and nudging it aside so he could find the smooth skin beneath but he encountered more fabric. Irritated but not undaunted, he tried another spot, still more fabric. "Do you still have to wear so many layers?"

"I'm always cold." Kurt complained, well, except for when he was with his own personal heating blanket, but that didn't count while they were running around the school. It also added a bit of size to him underneath the uniforms.

"So you're not wearing them to help soften the blows?" Blaine asked carefully, his hands easily encircling Kurt's waist, his fingers overlapping to the point where he could link his fingers together and he had long fingers but not nearly as long as Kurt's, and his hands were large but not overly so.

Kurt ate, Blaine watched him do so, and it was a fair amount of food. It still unnerved Blaine when he could easily wrap his hands around his boyfriend's waist to the point of being able to crush him with the right force or squeeze. He looked so much bigger than he felt, and not in the fat sense, his personality just made him seem much more substantial, he didn't seem overly petite until Blaine put his hands on the other boy.

"I've tried to put on weight before." Kurt answered whatever thought he believed was written on Blaine's face. "And I exercise, I mean it's dance so it's lean muscle exercise but it's exercise." He crossed his arms over his chest but it looked more defensive than annoyed. "The more I exercise, the colder I seem to be, it's a vicious cycle. "

"I wasn't- I was just marveling at how we fit together, at the different ways I can hold you; memorizing your body. I didn't mean to imply-"

"I know, it's ok, I'm just a bit defensive, sorry, it's going to take time to learn not to be. Nobody has really made fun of me or my size here. Except Wes."

"Except Wes." Blaine agreed with a smile lifting half his mouth. "And Wes doesn't realize he's annoying the hell out of you when he does it. He just thinks it's affectionate and you're cute and he just wants to gobble you up, but I'm the only one who can do that." Which circled them back around to why he'd pulled Kurt in there. "Any interest in a certain type of meal tonight?"

"Are they having pasta? Because I'm starving. I hadn't realized my eating habits would have to change with practice being at 5. Although eating pasta at this time of night will have the wrong effect on my physique, I won't gain muscles, just fat and the type of fat that will be vengeful at the age of 30."

Blaine laughed and headed with him to the restaurant. He hadn't gotten his meaning but Kurt was too cute to correct and if he was hungry, there was no way Blaine would stand between him and food. He dropped an affectionate kiss onto the top of Kurt's head.

Full, Kurt was sated and he curled into Blaine's chest and let his fingers wander over the pajama clad torso. "I really was hungry." Kurt commented and Blaine looked up from the book he was reading.

"I know that." He wasn't tracking.

"But now I might be hungry for something else." His fingers were going further and further down Blaine's chest in that dizzying pattern.

"You're killing me, smalls." He hadn't meant to reference his size, it was just a movie reference that popped out of his mouth but Kurt's hand stilled in that descent and Blaine leaned his head back against the headrest and groaned. "It's from Sandlot-"

"I'm aware." Kurt settled back in but his hand no longer moved.

"So-?" Blaine asked cautiously, carefully, wanting it but also not pushing especially since he ruined the moment.

"No." Kurt didn't turn away, so that was always a good sign.

"I respect that. I really hadn't meant anything by it." Blaine tried to reassure but kissed the top of his head and went back to reading his book, an arm wrapped around Kurt's shoulders. It was probably for the best because the meal he'd chosen hadn't sat right with him and he had to keep running back and forth to the bathroom, starting almost immediately after their conversation. Perhaps he'd known and subconsciously ruined the opportunity.

They were both exhausted Thursday morning after his eventful night kept both of them from sleeping well. At one point both of them individually had suggested sleeping apart but they'd both disagreed with the idea – Kurt because he didn't mind a sleepless night and Blaine because he wasn't embarrassed by his body's malfunction and if Kurt wanted to stay and wasn't disgusted by it, he wasn't pushing him away.

"Little Kurtsie Wurtsie!" Kurt tensed up as he heard Wes' voice, he liked the other boy but he'd been so distant and serious yesterday, calling him Warbler Kurt the whole time. He wasn't sure which was worse – feeling like he was being iced out with the more proper name or having a name like the one he just yelled across the hall. He was certain everyone was going to start calling him that now.

Except Wes never followed it up with a scathing remark like 'baby gap called, you didn't pay for your shirt' or something like that which would be out of Santana's mouth so quickly, Kurt wouldn't always be braced for it. She was getting better about it though, sort of. Last night she'd relapsed a little while he chatted with her, she called him Lady Hummel at least three times on the phone. It wasn't the worst thing in the world though, and it was kind of said with affection.

Oh how it was so nice to have his phone back and he could make phone calls. He chatted for a little while with Mercedes. He talked to Rachel too, that was something he wished he hadn't done since she screeched at him the entire time about betraying them, even though they'd been over it all, a dozen times. How this was something he had to do, otherwise he wouldn't make it to any competitions for either team, knowing what he knew. He rounded it off with a short but nice conversation with Tina. He'd made those calls between 3:30 and 5, when he knew their Glee club was out and his hadn't begun yet.

Except Glee here was definitely not a 'club' but a serious business, if Wes' attitude was anything to judge by.

Blaine was surprisingly not with him today between classes and Wes glomped onto him. "Hey! I called out to you."

"Oh, I wasn't sure since it didn't sound anything like my name." Kurt tried to really dial back the snark, he was just irritated from a lack of sleep, it wasn't anyone's fault and he definitely wouldn't take it out on either Wes or Blaine, or anyone else. Maybe he could fit in a nap after class.

"You don't like it?" Wes looked down at him with a pout. "I never get to be the taller one in a conversation." He tried to reach out and ruffle Kurt's hair but he darted out of the way but he still had a full hold on his arm. Kurt couldn't go too far then and barely avoided the hair ruffle. "And you're just so adorably cute and small." Wes was 5'7".

Wes looked so earnest and sad that he wouldn't be able to continue calling Kurt the nickname he thought was just so fitting. He seemed like he would be devastated if Kurt took away his ability to tease him like this. Kurt didn't want anything to get in the way of their developing friendship and he sighed. He hated the name, especially from someone who wasn't Mercedes – because she knew once and done was a thing – but he also liked Wes and he wanted to remain friends with Wes.

"It's fine. I'll try to start actively listening for it, maybe I'll start to recognize it instinctively." He was internally dying at the thought, he really hoped Wes didn't start overusing it. He couldn't let yesterday slide though, he had to know what that was about before it chewed through his stomach. "Why was it all Warbler Kurt yesterday and today Kurt-" He was physically ill when he attempted to repeat Wes' name for him. Let him think he just let questions drop off like that normally, as if they both knew what he was going to ask so he could save his breath.

Wes squeezed his arm against him. "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought Blaine had told you. That's my Warbler personality. I'm that way with everyone. It's Warbler Blaine, Warbler Trent, Warbler Thaddeus. It creates respectability in the room, calm when it could be chaotic and respect for everyone. We'll let people get excited but it's a professional environment."

"I..." Kurt hadn't thought about it like that but as he thought over the last few times he'd been with the Warblers, both as a student here and a 'spy', he realized Wes was right, they were a solid unit because they approached it like a business, one they enjoyed, but professional and worked together despite personalities and differences and arguments because it was expected that they pull it together to perform together. Nobody walked out in a huff, there were certainly Divas in the group, he considered Blaine, Nick and himself among them; but they could get it done. If their suggestions weren't met with approval they moved on to the next thing and might circle back to it again in the future, when they had better arguments or thoughts or edited it. "I see, that's a very smart move."

Wes beamed. "I wish I could take credit for it, but there's a long line that came before me. When we're in that room, we're honoring those who came first and who will come after." Wes jostled his arm in excitement. "So Kurtsie, what song are you going to sing on Wednesday?"

"It's a surprise." He had seen Trent sing a week prior and Flint the day before and now it made sense that they made them sing occasional solos just to check in with them and their progress as individuals rather than as a group. "Is it random?" Kurt asked about the order.

"No, everyone has to have something prepared each week, a lot just have their favorites in their back pocket and they never know when they'll be called upon. I actually gave you a heads up that only newcomers get. So always have one. I sometimes call on people who I think aren't doing the work or are distracted or aren't listening. It happens. Blaine used to get so distracted in the back when he first came here, that's why he sits up at the desk. If he isn't actively participating and discussing things with us, then he is off in never-never land and can tune out the entire 3 hours, and having to ask later what was discussed. It got annoying."

"He never told me that." Granted, a few weeks was not enough time to tell him everything.

"Yeah, he probably wouldn't. He looks all put together but that's because he's got a serious case of ADHD and is taking a lot of pills to reign it in. Every once in awhile you get a glimpse of it. He might grow out of it but that's also why he does boxing and lacrosse and fencing and soccer and golf and tennis, burns off a lot of that excess energy." Wes' eyes were wide as he thought about Blaine off his pills. "Still gets distracted at times, especially now that you're in the picture."

Kurt grinned, he was so looking forward to seeing Blaine off his ADHD meds for about 10 minutes. "What does it look like, when he doesn't take them?"

"Not sure you'll want to see it." Wes shook his head. "You're an old soul who's calm and collected with bursts of energy. He's... he's a tidal wave- no, a cyclone- no... he's like 8 waterspouts going off at once in different directions. He can get these big grand images in his head that are intricate and involved and sometimes he forgets that this daydream he's imagining isn't reality and you wonder why he's gotten so worked up or upset. We just need to remind him that he took a sentence and worked it into a novel and none of that actually happened. He usually settles down and admits that he got carried away."

"Wait, he actually believes these daydreams to be real?" Kurt thought that sounded like something other than ADHD.

"No, no, he knows they're not, he just gets lost in them for a minute and he regroups and is easily able to sort out what was imagination and what's reality." Wes shrugged. "Everyone does it, he just reacts sometimes before he should, other times he bides his time and comes up with a plan." Wes suddenly grinned. "Sorry, I'm making your boyfriend sound like a loon. He's really, really not, no more than any one else."

"Is it safe to mix those with some of the things Jeff brings to parties?"

Wes started laughing. "Oh, yeah. They just neutralize each other." He rubbed Kurt's arm. "Remembering the last one now?"

Kurt scowled. "Just bits and pieces." But Kurt understood what Wes was saying – things can get built up in the mind a lot more than the reality, he was guilty of that too. He'd thought for a crazy moment that his dad would kick him out the moment he turned 18. Now he had learned that was so far from the truth, his father wanted to keep him around forever if he could but respected Kurt's ambitions.

That was just one of his recent miscalculations. Although he didn't usually misread people or their behavior, he'd just been so scared that he was seeing monsters where there were just shadows.

"So it's not just his curls he's beaten into submission?" Kurt mused to himself with amusement. He would have to see if he could spot those moments that Wes was talking about. "He just seems so normal on the outside."

Wes shaded his eyes with a groan. "He's going to kill me for putting these thoughts into your head. I shouldn't have said anything. I think I have a small case of word vomit." He did, but Kurt liked him and he squeezed Wes' arm back.

"Better or worse than Nick?" Kurt asked and Wes groaned again. "That bad... hmm..." He was grinning and he squeezed Wes' arm once more. "This is where I part. Toodles!"

Wes looked after him as he headed down the hall to one of the other wings and shook his head, he knew Kurt was going to be a good addition to their group and he was right. Kurt fit in perfectly with them. He'd completely deflected telling Wes what song he was going to sing next week.

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Kurt and Blaine were alone in the common room studying after dinner and all the activities Blaine was in. They were just sitting next to each other when Blaine rested a hand on his thigh. He wasn't even really touching him, just a light touch and Kurt still stiffened and tried to move away. Blaine's fingers flexed in surprise and he looked over to Kurt. "Did I do something? You don't usually shift away from me. Others, yes, but not me." Although that wasn't always true, it was just rarer cases, and if he did, it was a reaction to being touched in general before relaxing or sinking into the touch, making it firmer or substantial. "You did this at breakfast on Monday too. At the time I thought it was because of the enormous strain you were under." His words were on the surface teasing but underneath that there was concern that he had overstepped a line.

Swallowing hard, Kurt looked around the room to make sure nobody had come in while he was distracted. He didn't want anyone else overhearing this. "I'm going to sound like a pathetic magnet for trouble. I don't know if it's because I'm gay or effeminate or bold, but there have been other cases of... inappropriate behavior."

His dad had called the cops on the guys who had gone after him in the parking lot and the police had been ineffectual, even then and out of their home town. The Hummels had wanted to protect the next victim but those officers had tried to victim shame Kurt instead for being who he was and wearing what he did. His dad had pushed Kurt into the car and told the officers thanks for their time but they were going home and never visiting that city again or adding to their economy. They hadn't gone back.

Blaine was still beside him and if he wasn't breathing those slow deep breaths, Kurt would have thought he was a statue. "When? Since- here?"

"No." Kurt was quick to reassure. "Before we met. Sometimes it was just a case of mistaken gender but that still wasn't ok. Girls shouldn't have to put up with that as much as they do."

"Kurt, I'm going to need you to elaborate with very clear details because right now my head is spinning with possibilities."

Ah, that's what Wes was talking about. "I mean... at the mall my ass gets grabbed so often that I can't even begin to give details. Most of the time I continue walking or dart into a store to get away from the inappropriate males. There have been a few times I've turned to tell them off and either they get flustered and walk away or they get mad because they wouldn't have done it if they knew I was a boy. I've pointed out that I have short hair but they've told me girls could cut their hair too and can pull it off and still be cute. They said that I was falsely advertising with my tight pants and perky bottom, I guess guys can't have anything but a flat ass. They've also mentioned that I have a female build, narrow shoulders, tiny waist, slightly flared hips, delicate nose and facial features and voice; it's my fault they thought I was a girl. I should dress in baggier jeans and a T." Kurt rolled a shoulder. "It's usually all right when it happens, not ok, but ends at just the ass grab."

"They've done more?" Blaine had his hands to himself now and Kurt knew this was going to be a problem for Blaine, it's why he hadn't mentioned it.

"Not in that way. Yeah there have been a gay male or two who have grabbed me knowing that I was a male, but usually they keep hands off because I look so young."

"You are young." Blaine cut across his story. "Younger still during these incidents."

"In a female it's apparently ok, but when it's a male, not as much, not for most men. Not for any man who doesn't want to go to jail." Kurt scowled on behalf of anyone who was inappropriately groped, male or female at any age. They should be able to just walk down a hallway without being submitted to violations. He'd been groped by a few females too, for whatever reason but those never went further than that.

"You said, most of the time, it ends there." Small arguments about being male, not touching girls, etc.

"Yeah..." Kurt sighed. "Sometimes it ends with a fist landing somewhere on me for daring to be different and causing them to feel gross about themselves for touching the wrong gender. Even though it was their choice to reach out and touch." Blaine scowled himself at the answer but there was nothing he could do against these strangers of the past, he could just focus on the future and the now.

"So, I can see where you might have difficulty with me touching your backside but you have no trouble with that, surprisingly. If I put my hand on your thigh, you go rigid, as if you're readying yourself to fly away but then convince yourself to stay, that it's just my hand but you don't relax. What happened?"

"I don't like or trust many adults. My father and Carole and that's about it." Rachel's dads were nice and while he didn't think they would ever do anything, he never spent any time alone with either or both of them even though he had so many questions that he wanted to ask them but couldn't ask with Rachel present. He wanted to spend time with them, learn from them, just couldn't bring himself to do so. He didn't spend any time with any of the other parents of his friends either, they were hardly around but if they were, he didn't get too close and was polite but usually made a quick escape.

"What about Mr. Schue, you talk about him favorably." Blaine tilted his head.

"But I don't trust him and he and Finn are buddies and both are guilty of a million micro-aggressions and unwitting homophobic commentary or apathy to my situation. I never let him within arm's reach, his arm, obviously, not my short stubby ones." Kurt was just trying to lighten the mood and make fun but Blaine was holding his eyes intently, not letting him retreat behind wit and humor. "He hasn't done anything to me, if that's where your thoughts are going. He's laid his hand on my back once and I freaked out so badly that he contributes to the distance when he's thinking about his actions. He's not often thinking but I do enough for both of us to avoid the hand that wants to come out and touch me instinctively. He's a touchy guy and he usually saves it for Finn or some of the other guys, but he's tried with me too. He doesn't touch the girls, he's smarter than that, at least. It doesn't actually make it easier for me though, it just adds to my distrust since he touches only boys. Not inappropriately, mind you, well, maybe a tiny bit, but not really."

"You're dancing around the problem." Blaine said after a moment, trying to sort his thoughts out and calm down. Kurt still wasn't saying what he was so jumpy about when it came to the hand on his leg.

"I told you that there was a former Choir Team, right?"

Blaine nodded. "You said it disbanded after a couple of weeks your Freshman year."

"That was Rachel's doing. She saw the former choir teacher get handsy with a boy during practice and reported him. She got him fired. I hate the fact that I know she wouldn't have done so if she hadn't been angling for more solos. I hope she would have reported it if she saw it but she was only there because she was going to demand that he consider her for the parts she wanted. Instead of blackmailing him or being one of his victims, she reported him so she could get someone else in his place that would be easier to convince. Especially as it meant the club disbanded and she could be at the helm for restarting it and would no longer have the cool kids trying to keep her out. She would be the one in charge."

"Were you that boy?" Blaine asked carefully, softly. It was hard for him to get the question out.

Kurt was glad he hadn't been. "Not that boy." He responded just as carefully. "Never that boy."

"But he did try something with you." Blaine was seeing red, this was a teacher, this was supposed to be a safe environment for learning and Kurt had been so much younger and smaller and even more vulnerable. Karofsky was out of line, but at least he could chalk that up to a teenager being confused by his hormones and petrified by who he was. It wasn't ok but there was a reason behind it. It wasn't calculated like this teacher had been, who had purposefully put himself around children just so he could take advantage of them.

"Tried, yes." Kurt moved around a little, trying to get the tension out of his body that was hurting more than the memories did at this time. "I play the piano and he tried to use the guise of helping me learn a new way to use the foot pedals. The second his hand was on my knee, I knew something was off, especially as he wasn't showing me how to put the right pressure on it or how to use them any differently than what I had already known. I have been playing the piano for many, many years by that point and was skeptical already that he could show me something new. Oh he wanted to show me something new all right, just not with the piano."

Kurt had never told anyone any of this, had kept it in for so long that he was having trouble unlocking it from it's safe. "I pushed his hand away but he kept trying to move it higher, we struggled for a bit but I managed to get free and I fled and never returned. I tried to report it, I did, but by then Rachel had already seen him with another boy and it no longer mattered. In fact had I reported it, I don't think I would have survived Freshman year, it was already bad enough with the judging and assuming looks sent my way. But if I had reported it and kicked all those 'cool kids out' of Glee because I couldn't handle my abnormality, then the bullying would have been so much worse at a time when I didn't have defenses in place nor anyone in my corner. Some day you'll have to hear the kind of abuse Rachel went through for reporting it and they went easier on her because she was a girl."

"Being fired was just a slap on the wrists. He should have been arrested." Blaine murmured darkly. "You should have gone to the police."

"For what? Putting his hand on my knee? I can't prove his intentions, even if he had done more, there was no way to prove it. It would just be the gay kid's word against a teacher."

"That boy then, the one that Rachel caught – he would collaborate your story, the school firing him would add weight, they couldn't fire him without grounds to do so."

"That boy moved away once his parents heard what happened, got him into counseling and decided to put the whole incident behind them. Even if I wanted to reach out, I couldn't, he doesn't have a social media presence under his name. I thought about it Blaine. There's nothing to do about what happened with him."

Kurt crossed his arms over his chest as Blaine tried to argue with him, find different ins to arresting the man. "Rachel could-"

"Rachel won't, she got what she wanted. She doesn't know about it, none of them do and I would prefer it to be that way. They know what he did, if they interact with him, that's their choice." Kurt sighed in frustration. "I told you I was a magnet for inappropriate behavior. If you want to keep your distance, I will totally understand. You won't want to be drawn into it."

Blaine darted forward and Kurt held his ground, Blaine didn't scare him, even with a sudden action like that. He trusted Blaine for a reason he had never understood but it had always been there, instinctively. His hands curved around Kurt's shoulders and held him in his embrace. "No, god no, Kurt, never. I love you." They both froze as the words tumbled out of Blaine's mouth and he laughed awkwardly. "So much for returning your words in a romantic situation. This is definitely not that."

"Returning my words?" Kurt asked, trying to remember when he could have said them.

Blaine grinned. "You still don't remember saying them, you're funny. You were just so excited and happy and bubbling over with words but they were definitely there. You said and I quote 'this is why I love you'."

Kurt blushed hard. "I didn't know I told you that. I do, I love you, but I hadn't been planning on saying it so early in our relationship. You must have thought I was a kook for falling for you so fast."

"No, they were the words I knew I already felt for you. It happens sometimes, love so early on. Love at first sight." Blaine gave a helpless shrug. "I never believed it until I met you though. I didn't want to scare you off though but once you said those words I knew I couldn't."

"Why didn't you say anything then?" Kurt was a bit embarrassed that he said them without knowing he did and letting Blaine know totally by accident.

"Because I had plans on showing you how much I loved you with a romantic setting." Blaine laughed at himself again. "Instead I just blurt them out." Blaine shook his head. "We'll have to circle around to this again, there's just too much to unpack about what you've said though. You'll let me know if I ever do anything that makes you uncomfortable, right? If I touch you in a way that makes you think of that disgusting old man?"

"I want to erase his touch from my memory." Kurt said in response and Blaine knew it wasn't an agreement, he'd probably push through his discomfort now. Blaine would just have to be looking for the signs more now. "But if you do anything that makes me uncomfortable, I will let you know."

That was better than Blaine had hoped for. "It's the complete opposite, you understand, after your story it doesn't make me want to keep my distance and not be drawn into these conflicts. It makes me want to be right by your side and tell everyone that you're my boyfriend and every hand that's not mine should stay away and off."

"My protector!" Kurt faked swooning into Blaine, who caught him easily. "Seriously though, Blaine, I can take care of myself, you don't need to put yourself in the way. I'm not with you so you can stake a claim and protect me."

"To quote you once more – Posh – I am with you and I will do whatever I can to protect you. It's what people do for each other." He bent to kiss Kurt but he hesitated for all of a second, wondering if Kurt would have a problem with it. Kurt pulled him down the rest of the way and kissed him.

They stumbled over to the couch and Blaine ended up being the one sitting on it while Kurt crawled onto it after him, one knee on either side of Blaine's hips. Blaine was putty in his hands and mouth and lips and whatever Kurt wanted, Kurt would get just then. Kurt's mouth moved away from his and he whimpered in protest but that mouth just traveled new ground, along his cheek, chin, jaw, up along his neck to his ear and he tilted his head so Kurt could have more access. He moaned into the kiss.

Dalton had made good on the promise Blaine had given Kurt. Kurt's wish to have at least one uninterrupted kiss came true and now he was greedy for more and more to happen without interruption. Blaine felt like he was turning into a puddle of goo beneath Kurt's mouth, all his bones had disappeared and he was relaxed and excited at the same time; charged and languid. His head lulled back and allowed even more access, his eyes closed and his hands moved to rest on Kurt's knees. They slid slowly up his muscular but thin thighs and stopped about half way up to his hips, spread out full along each thigh. He could feel them working underneath his hands as they held Kurt up so he could continue kissing Blaine in that angle, they'd move as he moved himself to a different angle. The strong thighs were so enticing, so distracting and attracting. He could do a study just on Kurt's thighs beneath his hands and slacks.

Kurt slowly sank down toward his heels and sat on Blaine's knees. Blaine still did not move his hands. "I love you." Kurt said kissing his jaw once more then his lips.

"I love you." Blaine said instantly in return. They were both breathing fairly hard but neither were concerned for their overall health. It was nice for Blaine to hear it from Kurt again, but this time with the full intention of saying it, but the same held true for Kurt, he liked hearing it said with purpose rather than just blurting it out. The blurt out was nice too though.

That was as far as they were going to go right now physically and it was fantastic. Blaine couldn't remember a time when he was undone just by kissing a guy and touching his thighs. Not even the back of his thighs, just the tops. Kurt rested his forehead against Blaine's and just looked deep into those hazel eyes. "I love you." He said it again just for good measure and Blaine smiled crookedly.

"I didn't know that."

"Jerk." Kurt flicked him lightly on the nose.

"Abuse! Abuse!" Blaine whispered in a mock shout.

"Why do I put up with you?" Kurt shook his head and made to get off of Blaine but he held him still for a moment.'

"Because you loooovee me." Blaine teased and Kurt really made a move to get up then but Blaine shook his head. "And because I love you." Kurt smiled and nodded but still tried to get up for a third time. "Where are you going?" He could help, he just didn't want to.

"There was a really interesting passage I was reading before you distracted me. I'm trying to cross-reference a seam with a time period and geographic location."

"You're totally going into fashion when you graduate."

"I am going to be on Broadway." Kurt corrected. "That's my dream. I just enjoy fashion but that world is not for me."

"Both are going to be industries that can either make or break you and even if you make it big, there's no telling what the next day may bring, you may then be out." Blaine shifted so he could watch Kurt go back to the table they'd been studying at.

"Hmm." Kurt agreed. "Good thing I have auto-mechanic skills to fall back on."

"Good thing you'll have a devastatingly rich and attractive man in your corner who will have a steady, reliable, consistent job; paying the rent on the obscenely expensive flat in upper Manhattan."

Kurt snapped his textbook shut and gathered up all of his stuff. "I think you should sleep in your room tonight." It was Blaine's turn to have the sleepover anyway and he wasn't too startled by the words, more so by the actions and he watched Kurt carefully as he neatly put everything away. "And I'm going to stay in mine."

Now those words were startling and Blaine scrambled to his knees so he was on the other edge of the couch, closer to Kurt and he reached out and grabbed his sleeve, careful not to put his hand around his arm, far too many people had resorted to that already. "Wait, why?"

"Because I don't want to get into an argument with you right after I love yous." Kurt admitted and he spun toward Blaine. "I am upset and I need some time to calm down before I say something I regret."

"Don't go, I don't want you to go to bed angry with me. Tell me what I did wrong. Please?" Blaine tugged him toward him and got a second hand on Kurt's other sleeve. This would normally be problematic but it was their school uniform, he kept it pristine but wasn't quite as protective of it as his other clothes. He let himself be guided back toward Blaine and Blaine wrapped his hands around Kurt's hips. "What happened? We were very happy two seconds ago."

Kurt sighed and looked down and away. Blaine shook him a little with one of the hands on his hip. Kurt looked back up at him and he was frowning. "I'm not going to be a kept man. I'm not interested in your money Blaine. If all goes according to plan I'm going to be making some good money all on my own. It may not be a steady stream of income but it will be something, something that people can't laugh at."

"Oh, is that all? I was worried you wouldn't want to live in Manhattan." Blaine teased.

"I don't." Kurt said in a small voice. "I'd rather live in the Upper East Side." Blaine stared at him and Kurt grinned. "Well, you asked." and Blaine laughed and pulled Kurt to him, as he couldn't stop laughing and ended up tipping over onto his back, bringing Kurt with so he ended up laying on top.

"We'll go real estate hunting when we get there. We may choose somewhere completely different." At least then it was a 'we' and he was making future plans with Kurt once these next two years were over. That was actually kind of nice, they hadn't known each other long, but they knew they cared deeply about each other and wanted to stay together enough that they were teasing about future plans.

Kurt laid with his head on Blaine's chest. At this point he didn't care if anyone walked in on them, they were just laying there. "I'm serious, I pave my own way."

"I was joking about the rent. I'm not putting pressure on this relationship but I always imagined when I had a life partner we would end up sharing everything, bank accounts, rent, utilities, child raising, etc and we would rely on each other – if you get a windfall, we both get a windfall. If you are out of a job for a couple of month, I take care of things financially while you get back on your feet. If I end up jobless because of a malpractice suit or nobody wants to hire me as their lawyer or my company goes belly up, I suppose I would expect my partner to be there to catch me, support both of us while the next plan of action gets worked out."

"Partnership... working together... supporting each other whether it's emotional or monetary or physical..." Kurt thought hard about that. He hadn't much experience in that, hadn't been shown it. Everything had been either placed on one pair of shoulders, a burden alone or had to fought and scraped for, had to be watching your back before someone stuck a knife in it.

That's also where he and Finn differed with their similar family backgrounds, Finn had always been in a team environment and hadn't had to do anything for himself. Kurt had always had to rely on himself, be by himself. It appeared Blaine had a more similar background to Finn in that he was surrounded by teams, working together, collaborating, being a unit rather than an individual. Both had their time and place. Kurt feared that if he started relying on someone else that he would lose his ability to go it alone.

He weighed this last month when he had Blaine by his side, supporting him, listening to him, coming to his aid no matter what else was happening. Kurt didn't need to know that Blaine could skip whatever classes he wanted, he could have made up an excuse and Kurt wouldn't have known the truth, no way to check it. Physically got involved on his behalf with Finn. Helping him out, taking him away from the dangerous situation he'd been in, staying with him in the hospital and somehow knowing when Kurt needed him beside him and when he needed to be alone.

He weighed it against his life before Blaine entered it. It was really a no brainer which was better, which made Kurt happier, more secure. Still he took a minute to think about it, he didn't rush into things without thinking about it, not as a general rule.

What really kept him from agreeing instantly wasn't about where Blaine was starting at, but rather where Kurt was. He feared he wouldn't be able to change or adjust or be equal and fair and be what Blaine needed in return. Could he be all those things Blaine was? Was he expected to be? Or would it be ok if he had some of those qualities and brought other ones to the table? The most important thing though... was he able to be a good partner, teammate? He thought he could and even if he couldn't, he was willing to try, willing to change and learn. If it didn't work out - it didn't work out, but at least he gave it a chance. He would probably wake up one day realizing he accomplished it or Blaine would let him know he failed miserably, if he didn't figure it out first.

Who was to say if he couldn't be a good teammate with Blaine he wouldn't be able to be a good one with someone else in the future? Some things came naturally and others needed practice.

One thing he knew for sure though was that if Kurt Hummel put his mind to it, he could do anything. This wasn't something he needed to talk himself into. This was something he wanted to do and so he would succeed, no matter what. "I can manage that." He said with determination, nothing held him back and if something did, it wasn't for long.

"I'm not worried." Blaine reassured casually, having seen the pause but also the gears working through Kurt's brain. By now he had a pretty good idea what the pause meant, it wasn't an attempt to be deceptive but to be honest with both of them that held his tongue. Blaine intentionally drew patterns on Kurt's back, keeping his attention fully on him and not those books that he'd placed in his bag. Kurt could skip the readings for the night, couldn't he? "So are we still sleeping in different rooms tonight?"

Kurt shifted so he could look upon Blaine's face as they spoke. "Do you want to?"

"No."

"I feel like I kind of moved into your bed permanently without asking." Kurt didn't recall a single question or conversation about it, they just kept ending up in the other's bed, and it didn't begin when he started attending Dalton nor end when they weren't there.

"We didn't really establish that, did we? Wes just shoved into the bed together and even then you left it to go sleep with Santana. Then Santana and you were sleeping in a bed together and I joined you, then she joined us in yours..." Blaine's face scrunched up as if he was thinking incredibly hard about something. "Would you rather be sleeping with Santana?"

The face Kurt made was full of so many different thoughts and emotions, it somehow accomplished annoyed, disgusted, offended, exasperated and amused all at once. Blaine dropped his head back and laughed so hard that he nearly shook Kurt off of him. Thankfully he had his arms wrapped around him to help keep him in place, even still, Kurt almost slid too far off of him to catch him. "You're terrible."

"I'm funny." Blaine corrected and Kurt shook his head.

"Not really." Kurt laid back down so his cheek was against Blaine's chest. His eyes closed as he soaked up the warmth beneath him. Blaine was still laughing but not quite as hard and his hand was tracing the bones along Kurt's spine and shoulders without his knowledge.

"I want to share your bed every night." Blaine admitted. "Which ever bed it is, as long as you and I are in it, it's perfect. You can even let Santana stay with us occasionally too, I won't grumble."

"I might." Kurt snuggled in a bit more. "I do have to admit sometimes this year it was nice sharing it with the girls, though I prefer it when it's just you and me. We're never going to be fully free of her, you know that right?"

"I don't mind, she's showing that she can actually be a really good friend to you." Blaine shrugged beneath him and he felt the shift with every part of his body and especially against his cheek. "I'll put up with quite a bit as long as that holds true."

"That's probably the problem with me. I put up with too much because I don't want to lose their friendship, however good it is."

"It's not a bad thing to put effort in. Some day someone will appreciate it like they should, like Sam does. Like the Warblers do. I might hold on too long and tightly too." He didn't sound overly concerned about it and so Kurt endeavored to put it from his mind too.

Kurt felt his phone buzzing and with the way they were against each other, Blaine did too. Kurt shifted so he could look at the caller ID and he lifted a brow. "It's a joint call. I'm going to take this."

"Who do you know in the joint?"

Blaine asked lazily as he watched Kurt try to untangle himself from Blaine and stand up. He wasn't going to help Kurt leave him and he enjoyed watching him move.

"Not funny." Kurt rolled his eyes at Blaine. "And I thought everything about you was attractive. I'm finding that you have flaws after all." Blaine smacked him on the ass as he walked away, answering the phone as he did so. He yelped instead of greeting them. He sent a glare in Blaine's direction who smiled back at him innocently.

"Kurt? Kurt? Are you ok?" Rachel's voice could be heard all the way across the room, which was where Kurt stationed himself – as far from Blaine as he could get after that last interaction. He faced away from the wall so he could glare at his boyfriend with mock irritation who kept staring back at him innocently. He was resting with his arms folded along the back of the couch and his chin resting on top of them. For Kurt was hard to keep the look up though as Blaine didn't falter for a second. He was adorable, like a puppy.

Kurt shook his head. "Yes, sorry, I'm fine, Rachel." Rachel, Tina and Mercedes had all banded together to call him. "What's up?" He worried it was something bad.

Instead they had a lot of gossip they wanted to share with him from the last two weeks that he'd missed. He didn't have the heart to tell them that Santana and Brittany had already shared much of it. It was still fun to hear from them and learn about what was happening from their side of things and filled in a few more details. He told them about what was happening with him and at Dalton without mentioning anything about the Warblers or that he was officially part of the group. Let them learn that for themselves at Regionals.

At some point, Kurt found himself curled up in the corner, sitting with his knees drawn to his chest and his arm across them and his cheek resting in his elbow as he talked to the girls. He was kind of impressed the three were getting along all at once to make their way through a phone call.

His eyes were half closed before he knew it and it was only as Blaine took the phone from his hand that he woke back up fully. "Hello, none of you have really met me yet, but I'm Kurt's boyfriend and I'm going to have to cut this conversation short. I need my boyfriend back." Blaine said it so charmingly that it couldn't be seen as a dick move and he hadn't been intending for it to go that way. He was covering Kurt too, who was listening to the girls but they'd been talking for hours now. How had Blaine even put up with that for that long?

Kurt blinked and saw that Blaine's books were off from the table now too. Oh, he'd been studying or at least tidying up while Kurt talked with his friends from home. He glanced at the clock, it was 11:30. That was surprising and not surprising at the same time. They'd stay up talking for even longer during their sleepovers. He often fell asleep during those too but they usually talked while doing their nighttime routines, now it set his back.

"Oh?" Tina asked. "But it's – wow, is that the time?"

"Which makes it even more suspicious that you're waiting around for Kurt." You could almost imagine the squinted look Mercedes was giving, they hadn't done videochat but Kurt could see all their faces as they talked without needing the video.

"Whatever you're imagining, it's probably pretty accurate." There were three very audible gasps and Kurt reached for his phone, Blaine kept it from him with a finger held up to give him a moment. "We're going to go to bed now."

There was a scramble of conversation but they were all talking over each other and Kurt made a more demanding gesture for his phone. Blaine handed it over. "Goodnight, ladies."

"Wait!" Tina got out quickly and Kurt waited. "We were wondering if we could plan a sleepover? We miss you!"

"Oh." Kurt was a bit surprised by that. He tried to remember the last time they had one, was it September? August? It was before they all got too busy with boys, well, except for him and Mercedes (who wouldn't find boys until mid-October) and he ended up doing more sleepovers with the unholy trio in that time period, or the girls individually. "Let's group text a date. Who's all going to come?"

"Let's discuss that through text too." Mercedes suggested, aware that Kurt was not exactly a night-owl, he was usually the first asleep and the first awake. He functioned on very little sleep, actually, she was always amazed that he was so cognitively there and looked flawless. She'd seen the dark circles of sleep deprivation at the hospital though she hadn't said anything, he really had to have lost out on a lot of sleep then.

Blaine left his side for a moment, Kurt was glad he didn't impatiently tap his foot waiting for him. It was something Kurt might do, but for Blaine he would at least try to curb that trait. He didn't like it in return though. Blaine gathered up both bags, wrapping them across his body one at a time then came back over to Kurt. He gestured for Kurt to keep talking but he still bent toward Kurt. Kurt thought that Blaine was just going to kiss him on the cheek and then head off to bed, thinking Kurt would follow soon. So he didn't think anything of it and turned his head to make it easier for him.

The next thing he knew was that one of Blaine's arms was under his knees and the other had slid between his back and the wall and he was up in the air. He automatically locked an arm around the back of Blaine's neck and shoulders. For a brief – so brief that it was almost like it hadn't happened and was totally out of place but a learned reaction – he thought Blaine was going to throw him somewhere. It was an irrational fear and on the back of that one was anger directed toward him for touching in response, daring to try and hold on or ruin that plan. It disappeared just as quickly as it came though and his heart rate slowly settled again and he knew Blaine wouldn't. He really had to work on that reaction.

He wasn't sure why Blaine decided to carry him but he wouldn't argue at this point. It wasn't even close to the first time. He murmured something more to the girls and they all dropped the call with a chorus of goodnights. Kurt slid his phone into his bag's outer pocket where he normally kept it. Then he wrapped his other arm around Blaine. "I can walk, you know. You could have gestured for me to get up and walk with you while I talked."

Blaine smirked. "But then I wouldn't be able to hold you in my arms for the required minimum of 8 hours a night."

"You're such a joker." Kurt buried his head into Blaine's shoulder, breathing through his nose and his heart settled down into a comfortable rhythm. Blaine had a naturally crisp and clean scent with just a hint of some kind of wood. Kurt was still working it out, his body and hair care products didn't have that smell, it was something uniquely Blaine. "I can walk now."

"Are you uncomfortable?" Blaine asked softly against his hair and Kurt shook his head no. "Then I'm going to continue to carry you. It's not far, if you're worried about my strength or stamina."

Kurt smiled against the bare skin beneath him and Blaine shivered and goosebumps skated over every inch of his skin. That was a new reaction, and Kurt wondered how far he could push it. He placed a small kiss against that same patch of skin and Blaine shifted him up higher into his arms. That wasn't fair, he'd moved Kurt out of his new favorite spot on Blaine's body.

Oh yeah, Kurt flamed bright red as he realized that he'd only seen small glimpses of Blaine's body and it was arms, neck, upper chest/shoulder area and feet. Blaine had worn pajama pants and a muscle tank to bed every night. Whereas he'd seen far more of Kurt than Kurt had bared to anyone, ever. Even just that dress Santana had shoved him into was a lot more skin than he'd shown, as far as he could remember. But then Blaine had – he'd given Kurt a blow job. Kurt hadn't forgotten, of course not, but it was so unbelievable and sudden that it was regulated to fantasy for most of the day until Kurt remembered that it had been real.

He didn't feel awkward about the blow job so much but that Blaine had seen more of him than Kurt had seen of Blaine, and that they skipped the rest of the body and went straight to his privates.

"Woah, why are you so red?" Blaine asked looking down at Kurt who had until then had been playing with him and his reactions but then all of a sudden, he was the one reacting.

"I'm just remembering Monday morning..." Kurt was feeling bold and he kissed his way up Blaine's neck, over his chin, across his cheek, then back tracked. "You said that I could return the favor."

Blaine had been hoping Kurt would catch his drift about that last night, and he had, just later, but Blaine had stuck his foot in his mouth and stopped that line dead. He did not want to ruin the mood tonight and it was getting harder to walk, the more Kurt pressed his mouth against his skin; and his words really didn't help with that end goal. Still, he wouldn't put him down and he gave Kurt an out, he didn't want to push him or have him feel like everything had to be equal. Kurt could do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted; Blaine would take whatever he got and give Kurt what he thought he needed. They weren't keeping score. "You don't have to."

"I wouldn't be offering if I didn't want to. I know you're not expecting anything, but I want to do this for you, want to learn, if you're willing to teach me."

Blaine faltered and almost ran into the wall as all of a sudden he couldn't do any of the things he was just naturally doing all at once anymore. His breath had cut off, his vision went hazy, his coordination and even being able to put one foot in front of the next all short-circuited at the same time. The only thing he could do was hold onto Kurt as a flash of red hot desire zinged through him. He was breathing heavier and the idea was pleasing, very pleasing. He tried not to imagine it or else he wouldn't be able to function at all and he didn't want to drop Kurt.

"What was that?" Kurt asked but he had a knowing smile on his face, for someone who had never partaken himself in the pleasures of the flesh, he certainly had a good read on Blaine and why he reacted the way he did and what it meant.

"You're... you're really just the sin, Temptation, aren't you? I can't even say wrapped up in something deceiving because I'm pretty sure I knew it the second I first saw you because even the wrapping is temptation incarnate. Will you be overly creeped out if I tell you that you became the staring role in my dreams that first time I caught sight of you on those tapes?"

"No, I'm flattered, really flattered, actually." He hadn't even needed sexual chemistry of an in person meeting or conversation to desire Kurt. He desired Kurt on looks alone and while that was a totally guy thing, it was something more to Kurt. While he was vain about his looks, he'd been dressed in a stage costume that matched all the others on stage. It meant that Blaine had seen him amongst the sea of all others. With how little Kurt viewed himself as a top 100 option, someone this attractive and sexy and experienced had seen him and wanted him, was staggering to his self-esteem. Kurt hadn't been able to work on impressing him with his style or sass or intelligence or any number of things he prided himself on. He hadn't even heard him sing or dance by then, last year Kurt had been put firmly in the background at every competition they attended. He hadn't seen any of the McKinley tapes.

"I'm going to embarrass myself over trying to get you, you understand that, right?"

"You already have me." That statement, Kurt really didn't understand.

"Get to you, get you to my room, get you to stop talking to your friends and focusing only on me, get to the room with you before I can't anymore, before it's too late. If I ever lose you, I'm going to get you back with every trick up my sleeve and some that have never worked before and will learn every single new one out there until I do. I'm going to embarrass myself over trying to keep you."

"You don't have to, it's not likely to happen, you losing me."

Blaine shifted uncomfortably, he was able to walk a bit more now. "That's not quite what I meant, but that too. More that than what I meant but right now the blood is all pooling in one area and that's all I can think about, that area and what can be done to relieve it."

"Oh." Kurt wiggled in Blaine's arms. "Then let me down, this is just making this worse for you."

"Nope, not happening. You in my arms is sweet pleasure and pain. It's exactly what I want. I'll teach you about it some day. Not any time soon though-" Blaine warned. "That's for later, when we've worked through all the kinks and move onto the kinks." Kurt turned so much darker of a red all over his exposed flesh that Blaine groaned and had to stop for a second. "That's definitely one of them." Kurt grew even redder, somehow, impossibly, but Blaine had to leaned with his back against a wall to help hold him up. "You have to stop that, it's only making it worse, and I can't go into that one yet, I'm not even close to being there, I won't last and when I get to that one, I really want to last."

Kurt wanted, well, wanted was too strong of a word, but his body attempted to get even redder but he worked on cooling himself down, breathing slowly. Worked on sending the blood back to where it belonged, back to his veins and not just below the surface of his skin. Honestly he wondered how his heart and brain didn't stop functioning when he blushed so deeply, they couldn't be getting enough blood if it all rushed to the surface like that. He couldn't help but tease Blaine though. "When do you think you'll get around to that one?"

Blaine's arms tightened around him, but not bruising – excitingly. "When you're ready."

"So... when we get to your room?" Kurt pressed his chest up against Blaine's more.

"No." Blaine shook his head. "You may think so, but you're not ready. Not ready for me, not in that way."

"I'm pretty sure I am." Kurt countered. "I think I've proven I know myself pretty well. I'm an adult and you're-" He froze as he realized what he was saying. "You're not."

"Kurt..." Blaine shook his head. "That doesn't matter with us."

"Legally it does." Kurt felt cold all of a sudden and that blush had receded into the far corners of his body, buried deep and hiding in caves and caverns.

"Not at our age difference of only a few months." Blaine dropped his head back against the wall, he was such an idiot. Most guys got less talkative when they got turned on, especially with the promise of sex. He had always thought it was weird but now he realized it was because they smartly knew not to talk otherwise they ended up into a situation like this; like last night; where they ruined their chance to get lucky. "It's legal, I've looked into it." Not for the purpose of sleeping with Kurt, no, but because he'd tried to seduce a guy 5 years his senior when he was a Sophomore in high school. The guy had wisely said no. The younger of the two had to be at least 16 and it had to be consented and no more than a difference of 1 year.

Kurt was shaking his head. "God, I'm taking advantage of a kid."

"Kurt."

"Put me down. I need to figure out the legalities of just kissing you or holding your hand. I'm the perverted adult lusting after a high schooler."

"You're a high schooler!" Blaine let Kurt down because it was looking like he was very serious in this matter. Blaine was starting to get a headache and it wasn't because his blood flow was restricted to a certain part of his body. It was still, but it was slowly fading. Kurt was such a tease and he didn't even know it. It wasn't even his intention, he had been planning on going through with it, until Blaine opened his big mouth. He should have at least waited until after they had sex, so then Kurt couldn't say no based on age alone, because then he could point out that they'd already done it, why not do it again?

"Oh my, what about what you and I have already done-?" He was working himself up into a tailspin and Blaine decided to risk it.

His hand slid into Kurt's hair, held him steady and kissed him deeply and distractingly. Kurt had gone rigid for all of a second before he was sinking into the kiss and responding. More than just responding actually, being an active participant instead.

Blaine reluctantly pulled away and reluctantly asked a question he knew could backfire on him. His brain had already lost so much blood flow and did stupid things, why not do it while he was a modicum more lucid? After that kiss, he definitely couldn't say he was thinking all that rationally or logically or even clearly. Kurt was at least calmer now and appeared as if he was willing to listen. "Kurt, you and I can do whatever we want together, I've had older dates before and you're really not one, it's just a few months, that's all. You're the closest in age I've ever dated. Do you regret it?"

"No."

"Then I never want you to bring it up again. It's a non-issue between us. Is my being so experienced now that I've spelt it out a little bit clearer going to be a problem?"

"No." Kurt really didn't have a problem with Blaine being with a 'number of guys'. A 'number' could be anywhere from 0 to infinity and it was more about how Blaine made him feel, what their relationship was like, the other relationships were just that, not his. Blaine wasn't the same person he was five minutes ago, much less 5 months ago; and neither was Kurt. Fundamentally, yes, sure, but both were capable of change and that was good as long as their core values didn't change or if they did, then at least communicate it, especially if their life goals changed.

"Are you going to keep me away from you? Be honest." Blaine's hands were far more possessive on his body than they were a second ago and Kurt loved how they felt on him. Could he really go any length of time without this? He shook his head and Blaine smiled before leaning in and kissing him again.

This time Kurt didn't actively participate, he sagged into the kiss and responded but let Blaine fully lead it.

Kurt placed both hands against Blaine's chest and leaned back from him, but only a little. "So are you able to walk again?"

"After that kiss? What do you think?" Blaine teased.

There was a mischievous look in Kurt's eyes. "Mind if I try to carry you back to your room?" Blaine looked a little doubtful about it, it wasn't because Kurt was so small alone, but because Blaine was a lot of heavy muscle and Kurt didn't really lift weights.

"Bridal style?" Blaine wasn't sure if he could even help Kurt lift him by jumping up into his arms to do it at this particular point.

"I'm thinking more piggy-back style?" It was the first time either of them thought about why it was called that.

"We can try it." Blaine still had both bags crossed over his body and Kurt suggested handing them over but Blaine shook his head, this was going to be hard enough to figure out as it was. It took a few tries and Blaine finally got onto Kurt's back, his legs wrapped around Kurt's waist rather than use his shins to help hold him up or readjust. He did it because he feared bruising Kurt but this wasn't much better as his legs were too long for Kurt's slight form. Kurt didn't complain, just helped hold Blaine up as much as he could with his hands, the bags were pulling off their balance a little but Blaine just leaned forward more into Kurt to counteract it. Pushing into Kurt more though meant that Kurt was well aware of why Blaine couldn't walk.

Thankfully they were already far more than halfway down the hall to his room, he only had to walk maybe a hundred paces but it was enough. Kurt was struggling and Blaine reached around Kurt to unlock his room and Kurt stumbled in. He nearly dropped Blaine once they were through the door, he didn't have the neat kick it shut behind him while seamlessly continue on his path like Blaine did.

Blaine dropped his legs down though so he could relieve Kurt of his burden and Kurt staggered the opposite direction without meaning to. Blaine grabbed him before he tipped over. "So that was harder than I thought it would be." Kurt admitted as Blaine pulled him onto the bed with him so they were both sitting on it.

"Honestly, I'm a little surprised you wanted to." Blaine admitted too, he wasn't going to tell Kurt no when he wanted to try something.

Sheepishly, Kurt grinned. "I wanted to keep things balanced. You carried me to bed a couple of nights ago and tried to do so now too."

"I told you, we don't have to keep a tally or be perfectly balanced in everything, we balance out in other areas too. Instead of being apple for apple, we can be apple for orange or whatever." Blaine slid his hand over Kurt's where it rested in his lap and caressed it lightly.

"That's not what this is about." Kurt held Blaine's eyes. "I want to be able to do this well, I want to do it with you, for you, for me."

Blaine slid his other hand up to Kurt's hair and brushed the backs of his fingers along the grain. "Maybe we should start with something else."

"Because it's so complicated and difficult?" Kurt didn't know why Blaine could start with that on him but when Kurt was finally here to do it, Blaine was backing out, wanting him to do something else.

"Not necessarily, but because I think I'm going to hurt you if we start with you between my legs." He was too keyed up, knew too much about what it would do to him to have Kurt's mouth on him. He had excellent control but he didn't think he could promise being patient with Kurt at this moment, not the way Kurt would need it, he just didn't understand. It wasn't about Kurt's skill but it took time to stretch and Blaine wasn't ready to give him that time. He wanted Kurt on him, helping ease that ache, but not his mouth, his hand, that would be enough for now. Once Kurt did it, he would understand but not now, not today.

"So what do you suggest?" If Blaine said whatever you want or feel comfortable with, then Kurt would be right back to wanting to give Blaine a blow job.

Blaine needed to come up with an answer. So instead of saying it, he took Kurt's hand from his own lap and placed it on his yearning member and closed Kurt's hand so it cupped it and moved it up and down long the seam of his pants. "Open me up when you want to."

Kurt grinned and brushed Blaine's hand from his own. He had long wicked fingers that were quick, firm and sure, but could also be light, slow and deliberate or really any combination of those things or more. Blaine came undone before Kurt even released his top button. And he came, and came and came and came and he didn't know he had that much inside of him as he unraveled and released what had been pent up within him.

"Wow, you really don't have any stamina, do you?" Kurt teased. He was also a little disappointed, he still hadn't gotten to see Blaine whereas Blaine had seen practically all of him already.

Blaine flopped down onto his back. "Only with you." He admitted weakly. "You change everything." Kurt's hand was still pressed up against him and it was starting to soak through the layers, warm, wet, maybe even a little sticky. Kurt didn't move his hand even then, just stroked very, very lightly, hoping to entice Blaine back to standing. His words though were very telling and flattering, yet again and again Blaine didn't realize how much so.

Kurt was just about to lay down with Blaine, keeping his hand where it was and snuggle in when Blaine jumped to his feet and twirled around to kiss Kurt. "I'm going to be back shortly. When I come back, will you be terribly offending if I'm wearing just a fresh pair of boxers?"

"Why would that offend me?" Kurt looked at him in confusion. He'd been working on getting Blaine naked for at least a week now, it just hadn't worked out the way either had hoped.

"Thank god, because the sweats have lived up to their name. I never wear anything while sleeping." Blaine kissed him again and headed to the bathroom.

"You can come back nude too, I won't be offended!" Kurt called after him and laughed when Blaine froze and turned his head over his shoulder to look at Kurt. "What? You never had to wear pajamas for my sake. I thought you always wore those."

"You do, you got offended when I offered you anything but full length sleeves and pants."

"Because I'm. Always. Cold." Kurt repeated for his benefit. He didn't know how many times he had to say it for Blaine to finally understand. Hiding the bruises were a big part of it too though. He also didn't like skin to skin contact, except with Blaine.

"I see." Blaine disappeared into the bathroom and by the time Kurt thought to just follow him in, help him clean up, Blaine was back, and in boxers. He shrugged when Kurt raised an eyebrow. "I thought about it several times. I settled on the boxers in the end." It still gave Kurt a lot more to look at than he used to and he gestured for Blaine to turn slowly so he could look his fill. Blaine gave him a saucy grin and nod and did as requested. Once he was back to facing Kurt, he lifted a brow, wondering what Kurt would demand next. He didn't disappoint and motioned him over.

He came over and Kurt wrapped his hands around the back of Blaine's neck, pulling him down, intentionally overbalancing him so the two fell back onto the bed and Kurt's mouth was on Blaine's. On his mouth, neck, chest, shoulders and when he started kissing his way down, Blaine pulled him back to his mouth. Blaine's hands for their part were removing Kurt's uniform, one piece at a time. He would get distracted halfway through a task and move onto another item. He finally slid the tie through his collar and tossed it to the corner of the room. Kurt pulled his own blazer from his body and tossed it the way Blaine had thrown his tie.

Blaine pressed the shoulders of Kurt's shirt down his shoulders but forgot about it halfway down his arms. It was ok because the buttons were not released beyond the top half a dozen. Kurt's actions were restricted and got tangled up in them. A brief flash of panic stopped his reactions while they kissed and Blaine kissed him again, helping him get free. Kurt had been very vulnerable there for a second, trapped and unable to do anything. "Sorry." Blaine whispered against his mouth, working the buttons free and then pulled off one sleeve then the next.

Kurt didn't respond with words, just kept kissing Blaine, with first one arm free, then a shift and the other arm free, his hands slid back over the new bared ground of Blaine's chest and abdomen and back. Blaine was incredibly muscular. Not big obnoxious muscles, but cut and defined still.

Blaine's hands had been at his belt, pulling it open but got distracted by pressing his hands into the space between the white beater and the T-shirt and worked the latter up Kurt's chest and forgot about it just before Kurt's armpits and went back to the button of Kurt's pants. Kurt jerked and pressed hard into Blaine's hip with a small gasp.

Blaine's mouth covered his again while his hand reached in between his pants and his underwear and slid his palm along Kurt's shaft before pressing down with the heel of his hand and Kurt spasmed against it. Blaine stroked him more with first a light touch that got increasingly firmer and Kurt arched into him with a sounds that Blaine wanted to pull from him again and again.

It was Kurt's turn to fall limp for a moment before logistics made him move before he was fully back to himself. Blaine's hand was still between his underwear and pants and he quickly pulled his pants off so it wouldn't get stained or dirty or be obvious to anyone what happened in Blaine's bed. They joined the rest of his clothes and somehow Blaine managed to keep his hand on his crotch the whole time. Now without pants, Blaine stroked him lightly some more, less restricted without the material trapping him. He pulled out those same sounds once again and more.

Blaine kissed Kurt briefly before disappearing back into the bathroom and Kurt tossed the forgotten t-shirt bunched up around his armpits over into the corner too and worked on standing up without making a huge mess. Blaine was back before he could figure out the logistics and grinned a bit cheekily as he slid a towel under Kurt's hips before he pulled Kurt's underwear completely from him. Then he wrapped the towel over his hips before going back to the bathroom with the underwear. Kurt heard a plop sound from there but he decided he didn't want to know and would find out what Blaine did with his briefs at a later point and deal with it then. Already he was thinking about what to do with the clothes they had hazardously thrown into the corner. There were going to be so many wrinkles.

He wanted to get up and clean himself up but after two orgasms he was feeling decidedly boneless. He'd give it another minute and then he'd go and clean himself up.

He didn't recall Blaine coming back, but he did jerk when he felt a warm wash cloth brush against his lower body. He was out of sorts for a second and Blaine froze, he pulled the wash cloth away, slid into bed with Kurt and laid on his side, looking at Kurt, talking softly and reassuringly, pressing kisses over Kurt's closed eyes, forehead, cheeks and finally his lips. Once Kurt responded, he felt reasonably comfortable with continuing his ministration on Kurt without startling the pale male.

Kurt practically purred this time while Blaine's hand behind the wash cloth cleaned him up. His cock hardened within his grasp. Blaine chuckled. "You have an incredible recovery period." Blaine's warm breath whispered over Kurt's lips before his lips were gone from Kurt's general vicinity. It didn't take him long to understand, even before he opened his eyes to look for Blaine. He didn't need to when that mouth settled over him again, just where his hand had been. Kurt was already overly sensitive and it didn't take long for Blaine to get whatever remained out of Kurt but he tried to coax even more out but at last he was satisfied that Kurt was empty.

He licked Kurt clean just for good measure and then the wash cloth was back on him but no longer warm and Kurt recoiled from the cool touch. Blaine's mouth was back on him as an apology, his warm lips kissing him and then he was working Kurt's legs into a warm pair of sweats and Kurt helped him.

The lights were out and Kurt felt a warm button up shirt slid against his arm and he shifted and opened his eyes to help Blaine but didn't see much. It was warm, very warm and comfortable. Blaine helped him button it up.

His fingers were sure and he accomplished his tasks in order, unlike before when he was frantic and couldn't focus on one single part of Kurt that he had to touch. That frantic need was calmed but always resided within him, it was just sleeping in a corner of his body, always there, waiting, but peaceful at this point, content.

It allowed him to do what he needed to, to ensure his mate was taken care of in other ways.

Blaine tucked Kurt in and kissed him on the forehead. "I'll be right back, sleep."

"Mmm, not without you." Kurt murmured but Blaine only smiled against his forehead, knowing Kurt lost that battle nearly nightly. It was reassuring in it's predictability, there was even more of a reason for Kurt to sleep soundly tonight.

When Blaine slipped into the bed after yet another trip to the bathroom, but today not because of his gut, he was right, Kurt was out. Blaine slipped his arms around Kurt's hips and snuggled in, his hand slipping between the warm shirt and the even warmer white beater beneath. Everything was perfect.