"I want every inch of you, Kurt Hummel", Blaine said, giving Kurt a look that made him weak in the knees.

Kurt thought for a moment and carefully chose his words. "Blaine…I think I need to call my Dad real quick".

Blaine was confused but only for a moment. "Oh…you mean about curfew. Wow, Kurt…for just a second I was getting a little nervous that you were calling Burt for…advice…"

"Noooo…but if we are going to be spending the night together, I need he and Carol to not worry about me. I want them to know that I am in good hands", Kurt said with a smile. "We are going to spend the night together, aren't we?"

"I would say that yes, Kurt, we are most definitely spending the night together". Blaine gave Kurt a gentle kiss before he continued. "And please, Kurt…if at any point you want us to stop anything that we're doing, you have to promise to tell me, ok? "

"Agreed. And that goes for you, too, Blaine."

"Honestly, Kurt…I can't imagine anything that I would be doing with you that I would want to stop."

Getting flustered, Kurt said "Ok…hold that thought. I need to make a call".

Kurt slid out of bed to grab his phone from the other room. What was he going to tell his Dad that would make him be ok with him not coming home tonight? Car trouble? Doubtful. His Dad owns a car repair shop. He would be there in a heartbeat to resolve the problem. All night party? No. Normally, any party that Kurt would go to, the others, including Finn, would be attending. Kurt decided that he would tell his Dad the truth. That he was with Blaine. They had "the talk", and his Dad had said he just wants him to be careful. And to make sure that when the time came, that he was with someone that he cared about. And there was no one that Kurt cared about more than Blaine.

The phone rang twice before his Dad picked up.

"Dad…hey, it's me. Sorry if I woke you guys up. Listen…"

"Kurt, are you ok? Everything good?"

"Everything's great, Dad. So. I'm back at Blaine's place. And things are going really, really well." Kurt cleared his throat. "I was thinking that, you know, since things are going…so well…that I would maybe stay over here tonight."

There was some hesitation before Burt said, without much surprise in his voice "Is that so?"

"Yeah..I mean…remember when you said that…when…if…I was ready, that you wanted this to be a moment where I should really connect with someone? Dad…Blaine and I are connecting…a lot…" Kurt felt the redness in his cheeks before he even finished the sentence. What on earth had he just said to his father?

"Kurt…I can't say that I am completely happy about this… But I am also not completely shocked . Please be careful…remember what we've talked about…and tell Blaine that he better have you home in the morning for breakfast. And no dropping you at the curb. I want him to come in and show his face."

"Dad?"

"Kurt?"

"Love you Dad. And thank you for understanding."

And with a click on the other end of the line, Kurt knew that he had the rest of an amazing night ahead of him.

"How did it go?" Blaine asked as Kurt came back to the bedroom.

"Surprisingly well. I think my Dad likes you."

"Well, if he knew all of the dirty little thoughts I've been having about his son, he might rethink that. Now, where were we?"

"I think", Kurt said, some flush still apparent on his face, "I was right here" and slid back beside Blaine.

"You're blushing. It's adorable"

"I'm blushing because I think I just told my Dad that we were having sex tonight…or… something…" Kurt said, shaking his head in disbelief.

Blaine pulled Kurt closer, loving how his bare chest felt against his. "Well, we can't have you lying to your Dad, now can we?"

"Can I ask you something?" Kurt asked, finding himself staring at Blaine's beautiful mouth

"You can ask me anything, Kurt. Anything."

"It's kind of personal"

"Well, I would have to say, given our current state of undress and the fact that we are in bed together gives you the right to ask any personal question you want to".

Kurt didn't know how to make the question seem…well….

"Blaine…. when you're alone at night, do you think about me?"

"Of course I do. I think about your beautiful face, those amazing blue eyes…"

"Before tonight, did you ever think about…us…in bed?"

"Kurt, of course I have. If I'm being completely honest, I've had some pretty unholy thoughts about you since the day I met you. Remember before I sang that first day, and I took your hand to lead you to the parlor? And when I was fixing the lapel of your coat? Do you think I just randomly touch every guy that walks through the doors at Dalton? I could barely keep my hands off of you.

And do you remember when we were practicing the song over Christmas for the show I was doing? It was all I could do to look at those lips across the couch from me and not pounce on you. Looking back, I wish I had just done what my heart wanted me to do. We wouldn't have had all of this wasted time just pining away for each other"

"You know what I used to do at night? Kurt said quietly. When I was still at McKinley, right after I met you, I was just lay in bed and think about you lying next to me. We wouldn't be doing anything untoward. Just laying there holding hands and talking. It got me through some of the really rough times. And then at Dalton, I would just think that even though we just left each other, I couldn't wait to see you again. I would love how you would look first thing in the morning. I also had your picture up in my locker at McKinley. Your yearbook picture."

"I know" Blaine said with a smile. Mercedes had told him.

Kurt felt embarrassed about his honesty with Blaine. Would he think he was behaving like a love-struck kid?

"Any other deep dark secrets you want to share with me, my darling Kurt?" Blaine was teasing, of course, but in a way he was hoping to get more of a glimpse at his boyfriends thoughts.

"Well", Kurt hesitated. "There is something, but it makes me sound more like a creeper than a boyfriend. "

"Go on. I'm intrigued".

"Ok. Here goes. I remember the first time that I sat next to you, and you smelled amazing. Like, heaven. I spent the next week at every store I could find trying to figure out what you were wearing. And I found it. So, if you ever wonder why, in my wallet, there is a small piece of fabric that smells like Ralph Lauren Black…there's your answer". Kurt looked at Blaine, who was smiling. "I know what you're thinking…stalk much?"

A stalker wouldn't be here in bed with me. My boyfriend is here in bed with me. And I love him." Blaine leaned over and began to kiss the mouth that has been driving him crazy all night. Sensing that Kurt was feeling a little embarrassed about his confessions, Blaine made one of his own.

"Kurt, did you ever wonder where your red and black scarf went? When we were out for coffee one day, and you went to the restroom, I took that scarf and hid it in my briefcase. When we were getting ready to leave, you were upset because you thought that you had lost it somewhere. It's not lost. It's in my room."

A huge smile crept across Kurt's face.

They were both now sitting on the bed, cross-legged, talking to each other as if they were at a slumber party sharing the latest gossip. The only difference was that as they talked to each other, they would touch each others leg, or hand, or sneak in a kiss between sentences.

"Can I ask you something even more personal" Kurt said reluctantly. He loved this. Sitting here with Blaine, talking freely and sharing secrets.

"Kurt, I've already said you can ask me anything."

"Before tonight….did you think about what sex would be like with, you know…me?" As the words left his mouth, Kurt could feel himself shrinking, wanting to crawl under the blankets.

Blaine took Kurt's hand in his, and said, as sweetly as he could, "Yes, Kurt. I have thought about having sex with you on numerous occasions. I think about touching you all the time. But I think you know that. You know what you do to me, Kurt Hummel. Don't pretend that you don't", and with that, Blaine leaned in and kissed Kurt, pushing him back on the pillows.

Their kiss became more intense as Blaine moved the comforter and straddled Kurt, his hands holding Kurt's hands down against the bed. At this angle, Blaine could kiss Kurt deeper than he ever had before, and Kurt's sighs told Blaine that he was pressing all of the right buttons. Kurt began to move his hips slightly, causing him to rub against Blaine.

"Am I hurting you, baby?" Blaine asked while looking down at Kurt.

"No. This feels amazing. I want more, Blaine…please…."

Blaine kissed Kurt once more, then began kissing his shoulders….down his chest, which was rising and falling quickly as Kurt struggled to maintain control.

"Blaine….please…."

Blaine slid down, so that he was kneeling between Kurt's legs. He ran his fingers down Kurt's sides, feeling him laugh softly as he did so. Looking into Kurt's eyes, Blaine said in a low voice "Tell me, Kurt…."

"I want you to…"

Before finishing his sentence, Kurt felt Blaine slide is fingers into the band of the black silk boxers that had been teasing him all night, and he slowly slid them down, pulling them off completely. Blaine looked at Kurt with nothing short of adoration. "You are beautiful, Kurt. God, I want you so bad…all of you".

Blaine then slowly began touching Kurt, there, teasing him with gentle brushes of his lips, with the tip of his tongue, with his fingers, and then he slid his mouth over him, gently, feeling Kurt begin to move in rhythm with him. Blaine was taking his time with Kurt, not wanting to do anything that would make him uncomfortable.

Kurt looked down and watched as Blaine made love to him, feeling almost lightheaded as he felt like he was going to explode. He could not believe that he was here, with his Blaine, doing things that he had only dreamt about weeks earlier.

"Blaine"…Kurt could barely get the words out. His moans were driving Blaine's movements. "Blaine?…I think I'm going to…Blaine….."

"Just let it happen, Kurt….I've got you…."

Kurt held on to Blaine's shoulders as he felt a rush flood through his body, ending at the softness of Blaine's lips.

"Blaine?" Kurt said, sounding almost like a scared child. Blaine slid up and took Kurt in his arms, holding him tight, and Blaine felt the warmth of tears on Kurt's face. "Kurt, what's wrong? Why are you upset?" Blaine worried that he had hurt him somehow. This was all new to him, and he certainly didn't have any previous experience as a lover. He felt his heart start to sink.

"I'm sorry that I…so quickly…I wanted you to do that…what you were doing to me…forever. I don't think I'm very good at this", Kurt said with a sigh.

Blaine took Kurt's face in his hands and kissed him gently. "Kurt, my love, you are everything that I want. And you were perfect. Are perfect. And have I told you how sexy you are? And how amazing you….taste?"

As what he said began to sink in, Kurt pushed Blaine back on the pillows, sliding his hands down Blaine's chest.

"Your turn, Mr. Anderson…"