Just a short one today I'm afraid folks. I just finished a massive essay and my brain is wiped but I wanted to get this out. Honestly, I was thinking this was going to be the last chapter but... it just, got away from me again, so there will be more. Hurrah! Basically I'm going on the fact that Blaine didn't always know he was gay, but this was something he figured out just before the Sadie Hawkins dance incident. I hope thats believable, if not, just go with it. Please review, it makes my day. :)

"Mm Blaine," moaned Kurt as he backed into the house, furiously kissing Blaine and trying to untie his bowtie. "My dad and Finn will be home soon, we can't-" he was interrupted by a low growl and lips once again connecting with his own. As many times as they had kissed, it still felt as amazing, as exhilarating and loving as the first time back at Dalton. They planned to drive home from Mc Kinley at break neck speed, eager to have the house to themselves; after all, this was the day they had agreed to take things further... Finn was at football practise and his dad was working at the garage. But things hadn't gone to plan, due to being caught in a rather steamy make out session in a small alcove behind the stairs they had faced a thirty minute lecture from one of the more conservative and Kurt suspected, slightly homophobic, teachers. Their allotted alone time was halved and Kurt was sure their activities would have to be pushed to later.

"We can be quick..." murmured Blaine, his eyes hooded as he looked up at Kurt through his lashes and at Kurt's frown added "I just meant that, well..." his confidence was flailing, " we've never gotten this far and j-just don't be disappointed if things don't... well... last very long, know what I'm sayin'"

Kurt snorted but stopped laughing when he saw Blaine's face, he was seriously worried.

"I'm sorry Blaine, but-" he was struck by another set of giggles, his face turning red. Blaine stepped back, covering his face with his hands

"Erghhh, it's not funny!" but this was only met by an even louder burst of laughter from Kurt who now had tears streaming down his face, Blaine couldn't help a small smile escaping at the sight of Kurt laughing, but as he was now doubled up with laughter, holding the banister for support, Blaine thought it time Kurt explained. "Kurt!"

"I'm s-sorry I just... Can't talk about this without-"he tried to control the nervous giggle from escaping but failed, "without laughing."

"About what. Sex?" Blaine said the last word with a dramatic whisper and Kurt stopped laughing. Neither one of them had ever said exactly what they planned to do, they spoke in metaphors and innuendoes and though it was both clear to them that that was what today was for, the idea suddenly became real. They looked at each other for a moment, completely serious, Kurt's eyes red from crying, Blaine's bowtie still half undone and hanging from his neck, their lips swollen and their hair a mess. They took in each other's dishevelled appearances and thought about the reality of the situation before they both burst out laughing, hanging on to each other for dear life as they struggled to breath. They suddenly felt like children again, laughing whenever someone said 'penis' and shuddering when they thought of anyone actually having sex, I mean, how can that feel good? Yet here they were, all grown up and being cockblocked by their nerves.

Neither one of them noticed the door opening behind them. "Hey kids, wait- what's going on?" Burt Hummel said looking between the two boys who were just trying to stay upright, filling the hall with raucous laughter. At the sight of Kurt's dad they collapsed onto the floor, their laughter only growing louder

Through his loud laughter Blaine managed to say a few words, directing to Kurt and wildly gesturing in the vague direction of Burt, "We were gonna ... and then... and he would have..."

"I know!" Kurt managed to reply before they both resumed their hysterical laughter.

Burt looked confusedly on at the teenagers, shook his head and muttered "damn kids" on his way past, literally stepping over them to walk to the kitchen.

...

Kurt stood outside the door, Courage. Wait; don't think about courage... of high school... of Blaine, No! You are not making this easier on yourself. He screwed up his eyes and tried to summon every last shred of bravery he had, held his head high and walked long strides into the hospital room.

Blaine sat up at the sight of the new visitor, Kurt... was it? "What are you doing here?" Ouch, well that hurt more than expected, move on Kurt, come on, you can do this.

"The doctors said you can be discharged today and I know you don't remember me but we live together and there's no one else that can really come and pick you up... I mean, don't worry or anything, it won't be weird, I'll sleep on the couch, you can take the bed."

Blaine had been told that his father was on a business trip, and as childish of an idea as it seemed Blaine seemed to believe it. The doctors were hoping his memory would come back before they had to tell him the news of his father's death. Blaine nodded at Kurt's proposal, obviously still a bit mistrusting of the man, but accepting it as his only choice. He then looked confused and asked, "Wait. You're gay?"

Seriously? Oh, come on!

"Ah, yes Blaine." He said incredulously. Was there anything this boy remembered about him?

"Huh, Am I?"

"I-I think that's something you should figure out by yourself." And with that, tears yet again springing to the corners of his eyes, Kurt left Blaine to his thoughts and walked out of the room. The memory of their laughter all those years ago fading away...

I'm 19 and I still giggle when someone starts talking about sex... or poo jokes.

Ah dear.