Kurt stirs in his sleep and reaches out, his hand trying to find Blaine in the tangle of bed sheets. He wakes fully as he realizes that he's not there, and Kurt is alone once more. Falling back onto the pillow, he pulls the comforter tight around himself for some sort of reassurance as everything in him sinks. He stays like that for the longest time, thoughts running through his head at such a fast pace he can't even begin to deal with them. When did he leave? And why? The last thing Kurt remembers is Blaine snuggling tight into his chest, arms wrapped tightly around his waist. He had listened as Blaine's breathing became deeper before he had fallen into the most contented sleep he had ever known. So what had happened between then and now to scare him away?

He jumps suddenly as the front door slams shut. "Blaine?" he calls out, more hopeful about his reappearance than worried at the prospect of an intruder. "Is that you?"

He hears footsteps in the hall, and the bedroom door opens. Blaine pokes his head in and grins.

"Good morning sexy. Sleep well?"

"No I fucking didn't." Kurt snaps. "Well, I did, but...shit Blaine! I thought you'd left me."

"What? Why would I leave?" Blaine scrunches his face up adorably as he speaks.

"I don't know, that's what I was trying to figure out."

"I just went out to get a few things." Blaine says as he walks further into the room. He is carrying two coffees and hands one to Kurt as he sits on the edge of the bed.

"You drove to the Lima Bean to get coffee? There's a machine in the kitchen."

"I know, but I wanted to get some other stuff so I stopped by. Did you really think I'd left?" Blaine asks, his voice gone suddenly small.

"I thought...I thought maybe it was all too much for you or something."

"Why would it be too much?"

"Everything we did...everything I said."

Blaine sets their coffees on the nightstand and scoots onto the bed to take Kurt in his arms. He drops a light kiss to his forehead and runs his fingers up and down Kurt's spine as he speaks.

"Kurt. Everything we did was incredible. I know having sex may not be a big deal to some people, but it was my first time and it was everything I could have ever wanted- because it was with you. But it wouldn't have mattered if we hadn't done anything, because hearing you say you loved me, and calling me your boyfriend was the happiest moment of my entire life. I know this is going to be tough. I really wish I could shout from the rooftops that we're together and in love, but honestly...Just knowing that you love me is enough, because I love you too." He tilts Kurt's chin up gently and captures his lips in a kiss that holds the promise of so much more...but then he pulls back. "Breakfast time." he announces as he stands, leaving Kurt to fall dramatically onto the bed with a moan. Blaine laughs. "I'll be back in a minute."

Kurt heads to the bathroom and brushes his teeth quickly before pulling on his sweats from the night before. Sliding back under the covers, he waits for Blaine's return, grinning like a lovesick fool and trying to refrain from bouncing on the mattress. He has experienced the rush of a new relationship before- the heady mix of lust combined with a desire to get to know this person who has suddenly become an intimate part of your life- but never like this. This time Kurt feels giddy at the very thought of kissing Blaine. When he listens to him talk, Kurt can feel every part of his body tingle at the sound of Blaine's voice. And every time Blaine looks at him with those amazing eyes, Kurt has the breath knocked out of him and is rendered speechless, because this time, Kurt is in love.

Blaine returns, carrying a tray and smiling widely.

"You look very pleased with yourself," Kurt remarks as he places the tray on the drawers and begins to unload the items.

"I am." Blaine says as he hands Kurt a bowl and puts a plate on the bed next to him.

"Pop tarts and Lucky Charms?" Kurt laughs.

"Not good? I just remember when I told you that I eat this in my bed at home you looked kind of...wistful. And I thought that one day I might get to share that with you."

"It's perfect, but only if we can find some cartoons to watch too."

"You don't think I'm childish?"

Kurt stops with the spoon halfway to his lips. "Blaine. Anyone as talented as you are with his tongue is most certainly not childish. Fun? Yes. Spontaneous? Definitely- only next time leave a note if you're going out while I'm asleep. Sweet, thoughtful, caring and utterly perfect, all of that and more, but definitely not childish."

Satisfied, Blaine and Kurt sit shoulder to shoulder on the bed and eat while laughing at reruns of old Tom and Jerry. Kurt clears the dishes, but hurries back to the bed, and the warmth of Blaine's arms.

"So what are your plans today?" he asks as he runs his hands gently along the small strip of flesh showing above the waistband of Blaine's jeans. "Oh my God, I forgot to ask- your mom is away, isn't she?"

"Yes!" Blaine laughs, "If she wasn't, she'd have the cops searching for me by now. She's in Japan for three weeks, she left a couple of days ago."

"So I get you to myself for three whole weeks?" Kurt says slyly raising one eyebrow.

"If you want." Blaine grins wickedly and leans in to take Kurt's earlobe between his teeth, his hot breath tickling and making all Kurt's blood rush south.

"Oh I want. I reallywant." he pulls Blaine's lips towards him, and tastes the sweetness of sugary cereal combined with the bitter hint of coffee as their tongues explore one another's mouths.

Blaine thinks he would be content to make out with Kurt like this forever, only there is the rather pressing problem of Kurt's erection pushing insistently into his thigh. He rolls on top of Kurt, and grinds down into him, making Kurt growl as he grabs Blaine's ass and squeezes roughly.

"Ow!" Blaine yelps and pulls back sharply. "Please Kurt...can we not? It's just..." he trails off, suddenly embarrassed and wondering how to address this situation with his new boyfriend.

"Too sore?" Kurt asks kindly, brushing a stray curl from his forehead.

"Um...yeah." Blaine ducks his head and hopes Kurt won't notice the heat radiating from his cheeks.

"Honey, it's ok. It's to be expected your first few times. And I was kind of rough on you. I'm sorry, I just got carried away. You are so damn sexy, and hot, especially when you're falling apart because I'm inside you."

Blaine moans and grinds himself into him once more. "Jesus Kurt! You can't just say stuff like that. It makes me...Oh fuck!" Blaine cries as Kurt's fingers deftly open his fly and reach inside for his hard cock.

"Too many clothes." Kurt murmurs, kissing Blaine's neck as he strokes him. "Need you naked." He pushes Blaine upright so he's kneeling on the bed and lifts his polo over his head. Taking his time, he slowly kisses a trail from one nipple to the other, running his tongue around each one and smiling at the whimpers coming from Blaine. He pushes the boy's jeans and boxers to his knees as he continues to stroke him.

Blaine grips Kurt's shoulder as he fumbles with his sweats and then his hand wraps itself around his hard dick and builds up a steady pace. Kurt stills him briefly as he reaches for the lube and pours some into both their hands. The sensation is strange at first to Blaine, the lube feels cold on his cock but is quickly warmed by Kurt's hand. He grabs Kurt's ass and pulls him closer as he moans into the warm crook of his neck.

"Kurt...love you so much," he moans squeezing Kurt's ass hard and trying to press into him even more, aligning their cocks and causing Kurt to double his efforts as he cries out.

The temperature in the room seems almost unbearable as the pair cling to each other, foreheads resting together, sweat dampening their skin and hands working at an almost frenzied pace. The only sounds are soft whimpers and moans combined with heavy, panting breaths and the slick sound of their strokes.

"Open your eyes." Blaine whispers hotly in Kurt's ear.

Kurt does as he's told, and groans at the delicious sight of their rigid cocks pushed together, Blaine's fingers curling deftly around Kurt and his own slender hand mirroring the pace on Blaine. It's too much for Kurt, whose hips stutter as he digs the fingers of his other hand into Blaine's shoulder and comes hard and fast over their hands and Blaine's cock.

Not giving himself time to recover, Kurt immediately lies on the bed underneath Blaine. Snaking his tongue out from between his wet, pink lips, he licks eagerly around the head of Blaine's cock as the boy pulls hard on Kurt's hair.

"I...shit...I'm gonna..." Blaine whimpers at the sight of his sensuous boyfriend spread out eagerly under him, a smug grin playing on his face as he fondles Blaine's balls.

"Go on baby, come for me." Kurt whispers, as he moves Blaine's hand to himself, encouraging him to jerk himself off over Kurt's face.

Unable to hold on any longer, Blaine comes with a shout, his hot white liquid spurting onto Kurt's partially opened lips. He moans deeply as Kurt licks his lips and uses a finger to catch what has dripped onto his chin.

"Mmmm." He moans as he sucks his finger clean and then pulls a quivering Blaine down into a sloppy kiss. "You taste as good as you look."

"Oh my God." Blaine moans as he collapses onto Kurt's chest. He lies still for a while, panting for breath before he opens his eyes and grins at Kurt wickedly. "You'll be the death of me Kurt Hummel."

"Death by sex...you've got to admit, it would be a good way to go."

Blaine chuckles and places a tender kiss to Kurt's stomach as he rolls off the bed. "Can I use your shower? I feel kind of...sticky." And the shy, slightly insecure Blaine is back as he rubs the back of his neck and somehow manages to look at Kurt from under his eyelashes even though he's standing above him.

"Of course it is, you don't have to ask, silly."

"Ok. Sorry. Just a bit nervous I guess."

"It's just a shower Blaine." Kurt laughs.

Blaine reddens slightly as he shuffles on his feet. "I've never been in this situation before, that's all."

"Well neither have I...with you. This relationship is new to both of us, please don't be nervous. Let's just work it all out as it happens, ok?"

Blaine smiles. "Ok. I think I might need you to show me where the shower is though."

"It's in the bathroom Blaine, where showers usually are."

"Is it?" Blaine asks innocently.

Brain still addled from his tremendous orgasm, Kurt is oblivious to Blaine's teasing as he looks at him in confusion. "Yes. You've used the bathroom, you must have seen it."

"No...trust me, I really need you to show me."

"Fine." Kurt huffs as he hauls himself from the bed and stomps down the hall. "Here," he announces, opening the door and flipping the light. "Shower."

"Uh-huh. Can you turn it on for me?"

Kurt stands completely naked in the bathroom, one hand on his hip and staring Blaine down. Eventually, wordlessly, he spins around and reaches to turn the shower on. He yelps as he is suddenly pushed inside, Blaine pulling the curtain closed behind them and wrapping his arms around him from behind.

"Now I'm gonna need your help with the soap," he whispers, pulling Kurt under the hot spray and turning him so they are facing each other.

"You...you..." Kurt stutters incredulously as he drapes his arms over Blaine's shoulders.

"What?" Blaine asks, fluttering his eyelashes flirtatiously.

"You are one sexy, beguiling, horny little bastard. You know that?"

But Blaine doesn't answer, just laughs softly as he falls to his knees under the spray and takes Kurt's cock in his hand.

Kurt moans in disbelief as he feels himself start to harden again. Holy shit, this is one of his fantasies coming true right now he thinks, as slowly, tentatively, Blaine runs his tongue the length of Kurt's dick before kissing the very tip.

Trying to find any kind of grip on the walls that he can, Kurt tries desperately to keep his hips still as Blaine explores him with his tongue. Licking and swirling, he looks up at Kurt through those sinfully long lashes again- only this time Kurt has no doubt that Blaine is more than aware what it does to him.

"Open." He commands, and Blaine smiles before opening his mouth ready to take Kurt in. He positions himself so the head of his cock is resting on the tip of Blaine's tongue, gently teasing as he wraps his fingers deep into the boys curls. A hint of nervousness shows in Blaine's eyes, which Kurt quickly eradicates by running a finger down the side of his cheek. "So beautiful...so goddamn perfect."

Blaine sinks his mouth down around Kurt's length and breathes in sharply through his nose, trying not to gag as the head hits the back of his throat. He pulls off slightly and then tries again, swirling his tongue around as he moves up and down Kurt's shaft.

"Holy shit Blaine!" Kurt cries out. "How are you so fucking talented at this?" He sees a smile playing at Blaine's lips as he continues to suck cock like he was born for that purpose. Unable to stay still any longer, Kurt thrusts shallowly in and out of Blaine's delectable mouth, using that delicious mop of black curls as leverage.

Blaine moves his hands up Kurt's thighs and rolls his pert ass in his hands. Carefully, he pushes into Kurt's crack with one finger and finds his tight hole, just waiting to be stretched. Heart pounding, and hoping and praying he's doing this right, he pushes against his boyfriends entrance. If the wrecked sounding "Fuck!" that comes from Kurt is anything to go by, he'd guess it was ok. There is a thump as Kurt's head falls against the shower wall, and he starts to fuck Blaine's face deeper and faster. Blaine pushes his finger in further and begins to pump in time with Kurts movements, boldly adding another which makes Kurt still for a moment for a sharp intake of breath before continuing. Blaine crooks his fingers, searching for that one spot which he knows makes everything so much better from all the times he's fucked himself on his own fingers.

"Shit Blaine! Yes, yes! There, oh my God right there! Don't stop, please don't ever stop." Kurt turns to a babbling mess as Blaine hits his prostate repeatedly, the sound he's making only turning Blaine on more and more, so eventually he reaches down with his other hand and begins to jerk himself off again.

"Come, Blaine...gonna...I'm" Kurt tries to warn him by tugging on his hair but Blaine is relentless. As Kurt stutters and spills deep into Blaine's throat he comes himself, the taste of hot come and the delicious tightness of Kurt's ass contracting around his hand sending him over the edge completely.

Exhausted and completely spent, Blaine leans back against the wall as Kurt falls to the floor beside him.

"Jesus. I just..."

"Yeah." A blissed out Blaine replies, draping one arm over Kurt's shoulders and kissing his damp hair. They sit on the floor for a while, until they feel quite sure their legs are able to hold them upright again. Then they stand and take it in turns to wash each other, caressing skin and placing tender kisses to the crooks of elbows and the backs of knees as they spend time worshiping each other's bodies and revelling in the warmth and security that being naked together and wrapped in one another's arms brings. They dry off in contented silence, Kurt tugging a sleepy Blaine back to bed..."just for a short nap."

The nap lasts over two hours, when they both wake feeling hungry, refreshed and overwhelmingly, indescribably happy. Kurt walks his fingers up and down Blaine's spine as he lies on his front, head resting on his folded arms.

"So...what are your plans today? I know I asked earlier but you never really got around to answering."

"Hmmm, my mouth got busy. I don't know. I was supposed to be going bowling."

"You can still go."

"Will you come?"

"And watch my brother swapping saliva with Rachel Berry? Ew. No thanks."

Blaine laughs. "I know, it's gross. But for me...will you come for me?"

"I already did." Kurt quips, earning himself a glare from Blaine. "But no. I'm not going to go. Firstly, I loathe the shoes. Secondly, my eyes may bleed if I have to watch them attempting to flirt with each other and thirdly- and most importantly- the whole Glee Club think we hate each other. You stormed out, remember? I chased after you and no one knows what happened since. It will look strange if suddenly I turn up and we're all friendly again. Besides which, I'm not sure I can watch your ass as you throw those balls down that alley thing and not want to do unmentionable things to you in a very public setting."

Blaine is quiet as he takes all this in. Kurt places a reassuring kiss to his shoulder and snuggles right next to him. "You should go. I'll be here waiting with dinner on the table when you get back."

"Are you sure? I mean, I don't want you to think I don't want to spend time with you..."

"Blaine, don't be paranoid. Go. Have fun with your friends. I have lessons to plan for next week anyway."

"Ok." He smiles and places a chaste kiss to Kurt's cheek. "I'll be back by six, is that ok?"

"Perfect. And make sure you bring back some spare clothes, cause once you're in I'm not letting you out again."

It takes a long time for Blaine to actually leave, they linger in the hallway and exchange sickly sweet I love you's until Kurt eventually pushes Blaine out and forcefully shuts the door. Laughing to himself, he gathers his books together and attempts to work.

Blaine stops at home briefly to change and pack a bag to take back to Kurt's, doing a small happy dance in the privacy of his bedroom- giddy with the sudden realization that he has a boyfriend who is waiting for him to return. A boyfriend who looks like he should be sculpted in marble by Michelangelo, who Blaine can make tremble and cry out in only the most intimate of ways, who loves him just as he is, and who Blaine loves back just as deeply.

It is only once he is on the way to the bowling alley that he allows his mind to wander to the events of yesterday. He finds it strange that nobody has been texting or calling to find out what happened. Had he stopped for to think about this for a second, he would have expected Quinn or Rachel certainly, to have been on his case all evening. But nothing. Which probably means they're waiting until they see him face to face to grill him, he thinks with a heavy heart as he parks up and heads inside.

"Blaine! You came!" Rachel bounds across to him and hugs him tightly.

"I said I would Rach." Blaine finds himself hugging her back warmly, still floating on his little love cloud.

"I know. But I thought you'd be busy. Come on, we're over here." Rachel tugs him over to the group, who all look surprised at his presence but say nothing of it. He gets introduced to Finn again, who looks confused- like he's trying to work out how he wound up spending his Saturday going bowling with a bunch of high school kids.

Once the game is underway, Puck walks over to Blaine and sits down. "Didn't think you'd make it dude."

"Why?" Blaine asks kindly. He likes Puck. He's perhaps a little intimidated by him, but on the whole he seems like a good guy.

"Thought you'd be busy."

"That's what Rachel said too. Busy doing what, exactly?"

"Homework." Quinn interrupts, before dragging Puck to the concession stand.

Despite Kurt's absence, Blaine enjoys himself. Nobody mentions the events of yesterday, and he is eternally grateful. He doesn't like lying, and he really wasn't sure what to say if they had questioned him at all. As they all return their shoes, Finn speaks to him.

"Blaine, right?"

"Um...yeah. We've been introduced like three times now." Blaine stares at the enormous man in confusion.

"Rach talks about you a lot."

"Does she? Right." Blaine rocks on the balls of his feet as he waits, unsure of what to say next. "So...you two dating?"

"I think so." Finn replies, sounding less than sure. "I mean, if that's what she wants. Is that ok with you?"

"What?" Blaine asks incredulously. "Finn, I'm gay."

"Oh right, right yeah, I forgot. Rachel told me that. Is Kurt coming?"

"Excuse me?" And he's really hoping Finn can explain, because honestly, he's completely lost.

"Bowling. Is Kurt coming bowling with us?"

"Um...wow. Ok. So. Firstly, we've finished bowling, so if he was I'd guess he was quite late. Secondly, why would you think I'd know if he's coming or not?" Blaine stares at him, heart in his mouth. Does Finn somehow know about them? If he does then he is sure to tell Rachel, and then it's all over.

"Because you're gay."

"What?"

"I just figured you probably all know each other."

"No, Finn. Just no."

"Oh." Finn scratches his head and walks away, leaving Blaine thanking God that although brothers, Kurt and Finn are not blood related in any way.

Blaine can't stop smiling as he takes the stairs two at a time up to Kurt's apartment. He knocks on the door, and it's only a matter of seconds before Kurt yanks it open, pulling him inside by his jacket.

"Hmmm, I missed you." He murmurs, nuzzling into Blaine's hair and inhaling his scent.

"How much?" Blaine asks before cutting off any answer with a deep, lingering kiss.

"A lot. Enough to make me want to rip your clothes off right here."

"Stripping in the hallway. It's becoming quite the habit." Blaine replies as he shrugs out of his jacket and kicks off his shoes. He wraps his arms around Kurt's waist and presses sweet butterfly kisses to his throat where the collar of his shirt reveals his flawless porcelain skin. "God I can't get enough of you."

Kurt yelps as he is lifted suddenly. Wrapping his legs tightly around Blaine, he pulls him into a frenzied kiss as he is carried into the living room. Blaine tries to be graceful, he really does. But Kurt is surprisingly heavy, and his arms give out as they reach the couch. He lands on top of him with an "oof," and an apologetic grin. Kurt doesn't care though. He's ready and willing to make this beautiful boy fall apart once more. He is just unbuttoning Blaine's shirt when the boys phone comes to life.

"Shit. I'd better get that." Blaine says as he pushes on Kurt's legs to sit up.

"You'd better not." Kurt says as he pulls Blaine back toward him.

All thoughts of the call disappear as Kurt pushes his shirt down and sets to work on his pants. Before long both are naked and trembling with anticipation as Kurt slicks his fingers with lube.

"You sure you're not too sore?" Kurt asks for what seems to Blaine like the millionth time.

"No! Now just fuck me with your fingers, please!" Blaine cries out.

"A dirty mouth will get you everywhere Blaine Anderson," Kurt purrs as he pushes into the wrecked boy lying pliant beneath him. He works him open as Blaine strokes Kurt's rigid cock, begging and pleading for Kurt to take him already, but he shakes his head no. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't. Please Kurt."

But Kurt just smiles in return and carries on pumping his fingers into the boy, watching the way his tight hole stretches even wider as he adds a third. Beyond desperate to feel Kurt's cock inside him again, Blaine begs.

"Kurt, I want you to fuck me with your huge cock. Now. I want you to fuck me until I can't see straight, so I won't be able to sit down for days. I want...Oh!" He cries as Kurt suddenly pulls his fingers out and flips him onto his hands and knees.

"I told you...a dirty mouth gets you everywhere." Kurt growls- actually growls- as he puts a condom on, grips Blaine's hips tightly and pushes inside. "Oh Jesus Blaine. You're so tight. So fucking perfect and tight for me." He stands between Blaine's legs, trying desperately not to come as he tries to move in and out of the tight, slick heat.

Blaine groans as he starts to stroke his leaking cock, desperate for everything and more, but not wanting this to ever end. He groans loudly as Kurt begins to move. Unable to keep still, he pushes back to meet each of Kurt's thrusts and before long he's coming hard. White spots appear before his eyes as Kurt continues to slam into him and he bites on his hand to stop from crying out as the over sensitivity becomes almost too much to bear.

Kurt's thrusts become erratic as he pushes into Blaine twice more. "Fuck! Blaine!" He cries and comes, filling the condom and falling forward to drape himself over Blaine's back. He stays there, panting hard before pulling out and tying the condom off. He goes to the bathroom and returns, holding two bathrobes and a washcloth.

"Oh honey. You came on your shirt and not on the couch. I knew I loved you for a reason," he quips as he balls up the shirt and helps Blaine put the robe on.

"I'm very considerate like that." He replies, pulling Kurt onto his lap and kissing his cheek. "Why do you have two robes?"

"I stole one from a spa I visited with Carole. Ooh, were we getting jealous for a minute there?" He plays with Blaine's hair as he pouts,

"No...just curious."

"Mmm hmm. Whatever you say sweetheart."

Blaine laughs and pushes at him playfully. "Be quiet. Anyway. If my memory serves me correctly, you said dinner would be waiting on the table when I got back."

"Well it was waiting for you in the hallway instead."

"Very funny."

"I'm sorry. I didn't get round to it. I'll fix us something right now." Kurt makes to stand, but Blaine pulls him back.

"Don't. Lets just order pizza instead."

"But I promised you. And the calories in pizza..."

"Kurt. You promised me food, you gave me sex. I know which one I'd rather. And who gives a damn about the calories when we're gonna burn it all off tomorrow anyway?" Blaine says with a wink, kissing the tip of Kurt's nose and squeezing his middle. "Now. Pizza. And then we discuss your brother."

"Finn?"

"Yup."

"What do you want to know?"

"How he has ever managed to exist in this world."

"Ah." Kurt nods understandingly, "I ask myself the same thing on an almost daily basis. Are him and Rachel dating now?"

"Looks that way."

"Ugh. That's gross."

"No different than us."

"Except they can go where they want, do what they want and be as public as they choose." Kurt answers with a bitter smile.

"But they don't get to have amazing, fantastic, mind blowing sex like we do." Blaine counters.

"True."

"Now can we please order pizza before I eat my own arm?"

They spend the evening in pajamas, eating pizza and watching mind numbing re-runs of Project Runway. Kurt leads Blaine to bed, thrilled at the prospect of another night in his boyfriend's arms. Before long they are wrapped up in each other, breathing deeply and sleeping soundly, as Blaine's phone lights up silently with its 7th missed call.