Once he was sure that Kurt was buckled in, Blaine pulled onto the highway and headed towards the closest place where they could be alone. His house. His parents were out of town and they would uninterrupted all night. If that is what Kurt wanted.

Their drive was mostly silent, except for Kurt softly singing along to whatever was on the radio. Blaine didn't take notice of the song—he just took notice of the adorable person next to him, and knew that this evening was going to be one to remember. They pulled into the long driveway, and parked towards the back of the house. As Kurt unbuckled himself, Blaine came around to get his door. Finding the right key was difficult in the dark, but finally, the lock clicked open.

Stepping inside the door, Kurt stopped after a few steps. It was a smallish room, but warm and inviting, with a sofa, tables and a desk in the corner. Off to the side was another room, with the door closed. Kurt was assuming that it was a bedroom.

He was shaken from his thoughts but the feeling of Blaine behind him, with his hands on his shoulders. "Let's take this off", Blaine said, as he slipped Kurt's jacket from his shoulders and down his arms. He took care not to damage the boutonnière on the lapel—he knew that Kurt, who loved romance, would want to keep this memento of their night. He laid the jacket gently on the desk chair, and then turned to look at Kurt. Blaine removed his jacket slowly, as if doing so was shedding the last wall between them.

"What is this place?' asked Kurt.

"Just a guest house. My parents have people visit a lot during the summer, and having a place for them to stay makes it easier on them. This way, people can come and go without disturbing the whole household. I use it sometimes when I just want some time to myself. It is also for if I "want to entertain a friend", as my Mom would say". Blaine chuckled to himself. The translation of this is "if you want to bring a boy home, please do so here".

"Have you…entertained here?" Kurt felt a twinge of jealousy as soon as he asked the question. Did he really want to know the answer?

"I've told you, Kurt…I've never had a real boyfriend. So no…I have never had an occasion—or the desire- to entertain here. Until tonight."

Kurt felt his heart begin to flutter at these words. He was not sure how to broach the subject with his boyfriend. "I hope you won't be sorry…". He had barely gotten the words out when Blaine closed his eyes and realized what was troubling Kurt about them being here, alone.

Ever since Blaine's attempt to "sexify" the Warblers before Regionals, he had regretted every single day his words to Kurt about his "performance" in front of their sister school. Kurt, as innocent a person as Blaine had every met, had only what he had seen on television, and as Blaine would later find out, what he had seen in "those" movies, as a point of reference. Seeing Kurt trying to emulate the forced sexiness was almost painful. This is not who he is. But how could Blaine make Kurt realize that simply the act of being himself makes him sexier than anyone Blaine had ever met?

Blaine walked over the couch, sat down, and patted the seat next to him "Come sit next to me. We need to talk". The last time Kurt was invited for a talk, his father had handed him pamphlets and given him advice. He should have paid more attention, but he didn't think he would need to reference this new information so soon.

Kurt walked over and sat next to him, fidgeting with his still attached bow tie. Blaine reached over and unfastened the tie, tossing it onto the table. He then took Kurt's hands in his, and looked into those blue eyes.

"Kurt, I need you to understand something before this evening goes any further, and I want you to really listen. I know that you are nervous about…things. But this is all new for me too. What we need to realize, together, is that while we may have had crushes before, that is NOT what this is. Did you really see yourself spending your life with Finn Hudson? I know you Kurt. You would have tired of his lack of depth pretty quickly. Did I see a real future with someone that I'd had coffee with twice? Doubtful. And I know your reservations, Kurt. Because I inflicted them on you. How on earth could I have spent so much time with you and NOT have been honest about my feelings for you? I think longsuffering isn't even the tip of the iceberg when describing you."

"But to me", Kurt said, his glance never straying from Blaine's, "you have always been worth the wait". He could feel the beginning of tears touching his eyelashes as he tried to continue. "All I know is that I wanted you to be a part of my life, if not as my partner, then as my friend. I wasn't willing to risk losing that even if I had to watch you be with someone else…" Kurt closed his eyes and looked down at their hands.

Blaine's heart was heavy. He looked at the tears forming in his boyfriends closed eyes, and leaned over, slowly, and pressed his lips gently to Kurt's long lashes, wanting to kiss away the hurt and doubt. It felt bittersweet…. the softness of Kurt's skin against the salty sting of the missteps that Blaine had taken along the way.

Kurt opened his eyes, and Blaine kissed him, softly at first, then deeper, as he felt Kurt finally relax and melt into him. He could hear soft moans coming from his boyfriend and felt Kurt's hand slip from his. The next thing he felt was Kurt grabbing his tie, which still hung from his collar, and start to slide the knot down so that it would be easier to remove. "Better?"

Blaine nodded as Kurt slip the tie over his head, and put it on the couch next to them.

"You know that nothing will ever happen between us, Kurt, that you don't' want to happen, right?

Nodding yes, Kurt placed his hand on Blaine's face. He loved looking at him. The dark wavy hair, those hazel eyes, and that mouth. Their first kiss, weeks earlier, had taken Kurt by surprise, and he marveled every day about how he would still get a feeling like fingers up his spine when he thought about that kiss.

Blaine took Kurt's other hand into his, and pressed the fingers to his mouth. He began to kiss each of them, slowly, causing Kurt's hands tremble. Turning one hand so that his wrist was facing up, Blaine fumbled with the button on the cuff of Kurt's burgundy shirt, unfastening one, then the other. He pushed the now loose cuff up, and brought Kurt's wrist to his mouth, kissing it lightly, feeling his now racing pulse against his lips

"Blaine.."

"What, baby?" Blaine stopped for a moment, to give Kurt his undivided attention. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No. No, I don't want you to stop. I just..I don't know what I should be doing". Kurt felt foolish. Like a child.

Blaine was struck by the questioning, and innocent, look on Kurt's face. Was he trying too hard master the art of seduction? Seduction. He didn't even like the sound of that word. It sounded one sided. He wanted what was happening between he and Kurt to be about the both of them.

He placed his hand at the base of Kurt's neck, and pulled him towards him. Their kiss only lasted a few seconds, and then Blaine moved his mouth to Kurt's ear. "Tell me what you want to do, Kurt. Just say it…."

Kurt's face flushed as he found his voice. "I want this off", running his slender finger down the front buttons of Blaine's shirt. Without a word, Blaine began to unbutton his shirt, revealing a light dusting of hair whose trail Kurt followed down to the top of Blaine's belt. A slight smile spread across Kurt's face as he realized that he had often thought about this moment, and now that it was here, he could barely breathe.

Blaine looked at Kurt and said "Now…quid pro quo, Kurt …"

"Mr. Anderson, I'm impressed. No more Latin tutors needed for you".

Kurt began to undo his buttons when Blaine reached over to help him. Their movements were awkward and as they finally reached the last button, Blaine felt a sudden rush to his head of all of the things he wanted to say to Kurt.

Trying really hard not to sound like an old movie cliché, Blaine asked Kurt if he wanted to go into the other room to get more comfortable. There was a TV in there, and if Kurt just wanted to cuddle and watch a movie, that would be more than enough. Kurt nodded, and Blaine put his hand out to pull Kurt up from the sofa.

With his shirt hanging open, and his cuffs in disarray, Blaine had to admit it. Kurt—his Kurt…was….yes…..very sexy indeed.

Blaine turned the doorknob slowly, revealing a beautiful room with a large pillow covered bed. Kurt stood in the doorway, and Blaine stood behind him, pressing the length of his body against him. He wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist, sliding his hands up under his open shirt, feeling the warm, soft skin of the most beautiful person he had ever met.

Kurt leaned into Blaine so that the back of his head rested against his shoulder. It was a moment that they would always remember, as Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear-

"I am so in love with you, Kurt Hummel".

Kurt turned in his arms to face him, and with a look that Blaine had never seen before , took his hand and said –

"Then come with me. I have something for you."

END OF CHAPTER 3