Please don't let this be a dream.

He crossed the room quickly and grabbed Kurt, kissing him so hard that it knocked them both off balance. He was never letting him get away. Ever.

"Kurt, I would suggest getting yourself into our bed. Now."

Kurt's heart felt like it was going to explode. Did he say "our" bed?

Blaine kissed him hard again, and began to unbutton Kurt's shirt, which was proving frustrating. "How attached are you to this?"

"Well, it's vintage."

Blaine pulled at the front of the shirt and they both watched buttons hit the floor. Kurt raised an eyebrow and gave him a fake look of anger.

"Sorry, Kurt…I only have 10 seconds, remember?"

"I want you right now, Kurt… wait, hold on a sec. I need to run out to my car."

Kurt grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the center of the room. "Blaine, no…. every time you walk away from me something happens."

"No, no, baby, it's ok. I just need to grab something from under my seat. Something we need." He pressed his lips to Kurt's, then ran out to his car to grab the Walgreens bag.

He came back in and locked the door behind him. Kurt walked slowly over to him, and wrapped his arms around him. It felt perfect. Kurt leaned Blaine against the door as he kissed him, pressing the length of his body against him, not shy about taking the bag from Blaine, and looking inside.

"I see we have a full night ahead of us."

Blaine laughed inside as he remembered the sales clerk saying the same kind of thing to him as she rang up his order the other day.

"Do you want to call your parents…let them know you won't be home tonight?"

"No. I think they know. Actually…they insisted."

"Kurt, I'm just curious. How did you get in here?"

"Let's just say it pays to have a friend named Noah Puckerman."

"Ahhh…remind me to thank him."

Kurt was silent for a few moments, then said, "I heard you sing today."

Blaine looked up at him and smiled. "You were there?"

"I was there with the girls. It was beautiful. You're beautiful."

"Kurt, I don't want to ever be away from you. These few days have been miserable, and I don't want to ever go a day where I can't kiss you, or hold you when I want to. Where I can't look at you and say wow, how lucky can I be? We need to do something about this situation. Soon."

Kurt blushed as he took Blaine's hand and pressed it against him. "I think we need to do something about this soon."

Blaine took Kurt's hand and led him to the bedroom. Their bedroom. "If I had known you were coming, I would have straightened up a bit." Blaine laughed as he looked down at the messy bed. "I just didn't want to…lose what I had of you here." His eyes were moist as he looked at Kurt. "Do you know how much I love you?"

"Show me." Kurt slowly began to remove Blaine's shirt, and looked at the mess that was his hair. He ran his fingers through it. "I kind of like this. I love your curls." All of these touches from Kurt were driving Blaine to distraction, and as he eased himself out of his shirt, he took Kurt's hand and pressed it against his heart. "Do you feel that…Kurt? It's been so broken that I never thought I would feel it beat again."

"I love you, Blaine. Even when we were apart, I kept saying it out loud to anyone that would listen because it gave me hope…that we would be here again…"

Blaine led Kurt to the side of the bed, and sat him down. Taking both of his hands in his, Blaine looked into the endless blue of his boyfriend's eyes. 'You know that I never meant to hurt you. I just couldn't bear the thought that, if you didn't want to be with me, and were with someone else, that they would ever do anything that would scare you in any way. You are so precious to me, Kurt. Everything I've done is out of love for you."

"My Dad said that he's sorry that he said what he did. About everything. He told me that…he thinks you're brave…"

"Kurt, when you told me to leave that day, I could not believe that everything I held dear to me was being ripped from me, beyond my control. Please, from now on, let's talk to each other first about this stuff—about anything—before we take it to someone else."

"You did try, Blaine. You wanted to talk about this. I was afraid to. Because I have so little, you know…experience."

"Ah, yes…my baby penguin." Blaine leaned in to kiss him, remembering Kurt referring to himself that way. It was adorable.

Holding Kurt's face in his hands, he said "We don't have to know everything, beautiful. We can learn together, ok?"

They had been here before, their mouths, their hands, pleasuring each other, but this time felt different….deeper…more passionate. As they were removing the last of their clothes, they looked at each other to take in every inch, the feeling they had at that moment burning into their memories. And now, each touch lingered, each moan gained momentum, and their bodies felt like puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together.

"Let me know when you're ready, Kurt. I promise I won't hurt you."

Kurt looked at Blaine's face, so full of love, and concern, and told him "Soon…not just yet." Blaine nodded, pressing his lips against his boyfriend's ear. "Whenever you say. I'm yours."

After making love with their mouths, hands and hearts for what seemed like hours, they snuggled together without saying a word. They didn't have to. Their touches had spoken volumes.

Blaine grabbed the remote and turned the television on, to let Kurt know that they had all night, and there was no pressure for anything else. He flipped the channels slowly.

"How about "Fargo?"

"The wood chipper turns me off. But that Steve Buscemi is a real looker. He won a Golden Globe, you know."

"Hmmm…maybe "The Sound of Music?"

"It's a little known fact that when they were filming that scene, the wind from the helicopter blades almost knocked Julie Andrews to the ground."

"Kurt?"

"Yes?"

"Are we playing movie trivia because you're nervous, or because you think I have a sudden need to look at Steve Buscemi and the hills of Austria in a new light?"

Kurt laughed, and took the remote from Blaine.

"Sound of Music it is. But I get to sing the Maria parts."

"I love that movie," Kurt says, still humming as the closing credits roll.

"I do too, but your rendition of "You are Sixteen Going on Seventeen" lacked conviction. And …"

Kurt pushed Blaine back on the pillows, and his kiss silenced any more talk of the movie. Blaine was a little taken aback by the suddenness of Kurt's attack, and made a face of surprise when Kurt finally had him pinned down.

"Now what?" Blaine reached up and ran his fingertips along Kurt's arms, sending shivers down his body. "It's not nice to be a tease, Kurt".

"I'm not a tease," Kurt pouted as the words came out of his mouth.

"No, not at all. You're sitting naked on top of me, kissing me like that, we are touching…there…no, Kurt…you're not being a tease. I believe you know exactly what you're doing. Now please continue."

"Can we do something?" Kurt said, almost in a whisper, as he moved from on top of Blaine to his side of the bed.

"We can do anything you want, Kurt. Anything." Blaine searched his boyfriend's face for some clue as to what was coming. "Are you ok?"

"Can I see what you bought the other day? I mean even Finn knows what's in there. Trust me, he made sure that I knew that he knew what was in there."

Blaine got up to grab the bag, and tossed it onto the bed in front of Kurt.

"Now remember, I was only going by what I read online would make things…most comfortable…for both of us."

Kurt reached into the bag and pulled out a small box that said "Astro-Glide" on it, and chuckled out loud as he held it up to Blaine, as if he was doing an infomercial. "This sounds like something I rode at Adventure-Land last summer. Do I have to be a certain amount of inches tall to use this?"

"Is that a dig at my height?" Blaine looked at Kurt, trying not to laugh.

"No, no…I just want to make sure that there are no ill timed mishaps. Let's see what else we have in here," Kurt said as he reached into the bag. "Huh...somebody thinks a lot of himself…"

Condoms. Extra Large. Blaine wanted to crawl under the bed.

"It was the first thing I grabbed. Don't judge me."

"Good thing you didn't grab a Slim-Jim or we'd be having a whole different conversation, my friend. Plus, I think our chances of an unwanted pregnancy fell to the wayside since neither of us is sporting a uterus."

"Are you about done?" Blaine readied himself for the last item in the bag to make its appearance.

"Is this a…sleep mask?"

"In case you were feeling adventurous." This is so not going well.

"Or swinging at a piñata." Kurt placed the items back in the bag and shook his head.

"I love you?"

"You must to have bought these things. My dad is right. You are brave."

"Do you want to get married?" Blaine pulled the blanket up to make it easier to snuggle.

"You mean right now?"

"No, I mean, after college, do you want to get married"?

"Sir, are you asking me this for any particular reason? Because, you know, my father would be really happy if you made an honest woman out of me." Kurt leaned up and kissed Blaine's cheek, wondering where this conversation was heading. "I don't really have any type of spousal discount to offer, if that's what you're looking for."

"Ouch". The GAP situation rears its ugly head again.

"Kurt, I'm serious. I don't want to think about life without you. We'll finish up high school, do the college thing, and then we can start our life together. I just wanted to talk about it."

"You know, of course, that you would have to deal with my beauty regimen every single day and night". Kurt was trying to lighten the serious mood.

"It was just something I wanted to say out loud to you, Kurt. So that you know I take this relationship seriously. That's all."

Kurt looked into those amazing eyes that danced when he spoke, and that melted his heart with their softness. He took the remote, and turned off the television that had been playing on mute in the background. Reaching over to turn the dimmer light on the nightstand down, Kurt kissed Blaine softly.

"I'm ready."