Hello, again! Thank you all so much for the hits and alerts. I'm so flattered. Here's the second chapter.

And, since I forgot last chapter, my disclaimer. I don't own anything that you recognize. I just like controlling them.

"And then she said, 'You know, Kurt. There are other schools in New York that you could apply to. Just in case NYADA expected more extra-curricular activities. Not that it's your fault. I mean, you just weren't right for Tony, and the election was totally rigged.' Rachel makes me so mad."

"You would have been a perfect Tony, Kurt," Blaine responded, placing his hand over Kurt's on the table. Blaine had to miss school that day for his weekly therapy session. Ever since the Sadie Hawkins dance, his parents drove him two hours every week to a therapist that they deemed suitable, regardless of the fact that there were plenty of others much closer. Dr. O'Hara usually met with Blaine on Sundays, but she was leaving for vacation on Friday and had to see Blaine sooner. After Kurt got out of school, he had driven to Blaine's house so they could go to the Lima Bean for coffee so Kurt could fill him in on what he had missed during the day. After, they had planned to go to the movies with Mercedes and Sam, who had managed to work things out between them, even though they still insisted they were just friends. After the movie, they would drive back to Blaine's, where Kurt had left his car.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you came here just to see me," a snide voice commented from behind Blaine.

"Go away Sebastian," Kurt snapped, slamming his cup down onto the table.

"I just want a quick word with Blaine. So if you would excuse us," Sebastian answered, sneering at Kurt.

"You're not allowed to have a quick anything with my boyfriend."

"No, Kurt, it's okay. I'll be out in a minute. Call Mercedes and see if she and Sam decided on a movie yet," Blaine said calmly, standing reluctantly and giving Kurt an exasperated eye roll. Although his raising made it impossible to be rude to someone's face, he knew Kurt wouldn't judge him if he did it secretly.

"Bye, Kurt," Sebastian smirked.

"What's up, Sebastian?"

"Now that Kurt left, the level of attraction in this dinky little coffee shop. I swear. Can't Kurt afford to take you anywhere else? Good thing we're here, or everyone would probably die of boredom."

"I choose to bring Kurt here. It's a special place for us."

"Isn't that… cute. Either way, you could do better."

"No, I think I'll stick with the Lima Bean. They have the best biscotti in Ohio."

"I meant that you could do better than Kurt. I mean, he'll have wrinkles by the time he's 28, it sounds like he keeps a helium tank in his trunk, and it looks like he's been raiding the Salvation Army. I mean, who wears combat boots anymore?"

"That's enough Sebastian," Blaine warned.

"And, his hair. Do you really think-" Sebastian's snide comments were cut off by Blaine backing him into the wall, ignoring the customer's shocked stares.

"Why, Blaine, I didn't know you were such an exhibitionist."

"Listen to me, Smythe. One more comment about my boyfriend, and I'll make sure that you don't talk for a week."

"I think he's rubbing off on you. I know your parents wouldn't teach you to behave like that. It must be the slum that he lives in. I don't blame you, though. Come back to my place. It's in the new development in Westerville. High class, instead of Kurt's working class hovel."

"Kurt has more class than you could ever hope for. He is my boyfriend. You will never replace him, and I will never want you a fraction of how much I want him. All day, every day, it's only Kurt," Blaine seethed, picking up his bag and walking briskly towards the door, "Oh, and Sebastian? I never go back on my word. See you tomorrow."

"Hey, babe. What did he say now?" Kurt asked, hanging up with Mercedes.

"I'm going tomorrow. I want you there," Blaine said through clenched teeth while digging his phone out of his bag.

"Hey, Nick. Yeah, I'll be there tomorrow. And remember what I said. I want to be his first," Blaine said, locking eyes with Kurt over the hood of his car.

"We're skipping the movie," Kurt blurted as soon as Blaine hung up the phone.

"What, why? Are you sick?"

"No. We're going back to your place. Now, if you don't mind."

It was only then that Blaine noticed how dark Kurt's eyes had become and how he was breathing heavily with his lips parted.

"Call Mercedes. Tell her your my blew," Blaine said, his voice rasping as he threw his stuff carelessly in the backseat and gunned the ignition.

"Hey, 'Cedes. Yeah, I know, but we were on our way and Blaine's tire-" Kurt cut off with a gasp. Blaine's hand was suddenly on his thigh, entirely too close to his obvious bulge to be accidental.

"Tell her, Kurt," Blaine muttered, pressing firmly into the firm muscles of Kurt's toned leg.

"It uh, blew. Yeah, his tire. Uh, no! We'll be fine. Am I okay? God, yes. Shit," Kurt groaned as Blaine cupped him firmly through his tight black pants.

"Sorry. Uh, turns out that Blaine has all we need in his trunk. But it doesn't look like we'll make it for the movie, so I'll see you later! Igottagobye," Kurt rushed, hanging up the phone without saying goodbye. He'd apologize later. For now, he was too preoccupied with the fact that Blaine wasn't even acting as though he was doing anything out of the ordinary.

"God, Blaine. Drive faster, please."

"I can't break the speed limit, Kurt."

"Then pull over. Something, anything."

"Can't. Have to be home by 4:30," Blaine said calmly, popping the button on Kurt's jeans and lowering the zipper teasingly slow.

"Blaine."

"I'm waiting for a delivery. And I need to be the one to sign for it. Are you sure you're feeling okay, Kurt? You're looking a little flushed," Blaine commented, teasing the soft skin above the waistband on Kurt's underwear before slipping his hand into his dark purple boxer-briefs.

"What?" Kurt gasped, looking at Blaine incredulously. Where was this coming from? Blaine had never been like this during any of the times that their hanging out had progressed further than gentle kiss. Blaine was very fond of making sure Kurt knew everything they did was out of love, and not lust.

"Your face is a little red. And you seem to breathing kind of heavily. Maybe you should lie down for a little bit when we get back. I'd hate for your dad to worry about you though, so maybe you should call him and let him know that you aren't feeling well," Blaine said simply, shooting Kurt that look. The look that would usually have Kurt naked and on the bed in less than ten seconds if they were alone.

"I can't talk to my dad on the phone right, ungh, god, right now, Blaine," Kurt groaned, his head falling against the head rest.

"No time like the present. Besides, I think I'll be able to make it worth your while later if you call now."

"Mmm, shit. Fine," Kurt whined. Trying not to jostle Blaine, Kurt fished his phone out of his pocket and scrolled through his contacts until he found his Dad's number. Pressing the spot that said mobile, Kurt raised the phone to his ear. One ring… two rings… maybe it'll just go to voicemail, Kurt thought hopefully.

"Hey, kiddo."

Damn.

"Hey, dad," Kurt answered, his voice shaking slightly.

"You okay, Kurt?"

"Uhm, actually, I'm not really feeling too great. I'm going to try to get some sleep at Blaine's before I come home, but, I, uh, should be home by curfew, okay?"

"I guess. You really don't sound good though. Are you sure you don't want to just come home, have Carole look at you?"

How was Kurt going to explain that he'd rather have his boyfriend take care of him than a nurse?

"I think I'm just tired. Over, overstressed," Kurt's sentence broke as he tried not to moan. Blaine's thumb had rubbed the sensitive part on his dick, right below the head.

"Well, I hope you feel better. Is Blaine coming to dinner tomorrow night?"

"No, I don't think he'll be coming. But, uh, I was wondering if I could sleep over Mercedes' after dinner. We haven't hung out in a while, and she has plans the rest of the weekend."

"Sure, bud. Well, I have to get back to the shop. See you when you get home. Remember, curfew's eleven."

"Bye, Dad," Kurt responded as levelly as he could. After pressing the red button and putting his phone to sleep, Kurt moaned loudly and bucked his hips onto Blaine's fist.

"You're going over Mercedes'?" Blaine asked conversationally as he continued to pump his fist up and down Kurt's dick.

"Mmm, no. Needed an excuse. Fuck, Blaine, please," Kurt begged, turning his head to the side and hoping the oncoming traffic didn't have enough time to look at him properly.

"Please, what?"

"Please, let me cum, please. Fuck, please, I'm so – ungh- so damn close, please," Kurt moaned, his hips thrusting wildly before the pressure around his dick was suddenly gone, leaving his hips thrusting into the air.

"Blaine, why-"

"It's not time for you to come yet. Wouldn't want you to mess up those pretty little jeans of yours. I want you to wear them tomorrow so everyone can see how hot you are," Blaine said, turning to look at Kurt.

Kurt gasped, a sharp pang of arousal shooting through him. Blaine's pupils were almost completely blown, a slim sliver of hazel showing how much Kurt's reactions affected him.

Desperate for friction, Kurt placed his own hand on his dick without thinking, gently stroking himself. Suddenly, Blaine's car pulled off the road, dirt blowing up from the tires.

"Fuck, Kurt. You can't do that to me," Blaine gasped wildly, unbuckling his seat belt and leaning over the center console to kiss Kurt.

Kurt eagerly responded, placing his unoccupied hand on the back of Blaine's neck, urging him to kiss harder, begging for more. Blaine moaned, swiping his tongue across Kurt's plump lower lip, thrusting his tongue in when Kurt's mouth parted immediately.

"You're so hot, and you don't even realize it. God. If we didn't need to be back soon, I'd fuck you right in the backseat. I don't care who'd see. I want you so bad right now," Blaine said, pulling back from Kurt's lips to suck and bite his neck, leaving a series of small red marks that would fade by the time Kurt had to leave to go home.

"Blaine. Take me to your house, now, and finish this," Kurt ordered, his nails digging into Blaine's shoulder.

Moving back to his seat, Blaine leaned across to kiss Kurt's reddened lips one more time before putting the car back into drive and pulled back into traffic, going much faster than was legal.

By the time they arrived at Blaine's house, both boys were uncomfortably excited. Without bothering to grab their bags from the back seat, they walked as calmly as possible to the front door. Blaine's parents still weren't completely accepting about Blaine having a boyfriend, and didn't want their neighbors to find out. Since Kurt and Blaine often relied on Blaine's house to ensure their privacy, they didn't want the neighbors telling Mr. and Mrs. Anderson that they had seen the boys kissing in front of the house. They always made sure to wait until they were inside with the door shut and locked. Once inside, however, it was impossible for the boys to control themselves.

That day had been no different. Once Blaine turned the deadbolt, he pushed Kurt's back firmly against the wall, slipping a leg in between Kurt's thighs before attacking his mouth, immediately pushing his tongue into Kurt's mouth, feeling a moan vibrate from his boyfriend. Blaine's hands slowly trailed down Kurt's sides, leaving a trail of fire and goose bumps to Kurt's hips, where he gripped firmly, rolling his hips against Kurt's slowly. Pulling back slightly, Blaine unbuttoned Kurt's pants again, sliding them down his hips and moving away just long enough for Kurt to kick them away before moving back, his body flush with Kurt's. Impatient, Kurt wrapped one leg around Blaine's hips, waiting for Blaine to hold it before jumping slightly and hooking his feet together behind Blaine's back, making Blaine press even harder against him. Groaning with pleasure, Blaine pushed Kurt harder against the wall, grinding their hips together with more vigorously, arousal spreading through his body and settling everywhere from his toes to his hair. Everything was Kurt and Blaine, pressed together and thrusting.

"Blaine, fuck, Blaine I'm close, please," Kurt moaned, his voice high and needy.

"God, me too Kurt. Come with me," Blaine answered, rocking faster and harder against Kurt, fire pooling low in his stomach. Kurt always reduced him to this. Half the time they were alone, they didn't even make it to the bed, too caught up in their lust to make it further than the hallway.

Gasping for breath, Kurt pulled Blaine closer with his feet and ducked his head to suck the spot behind Blaine's right ear that always drove him wild. The night they had first had sex, they'd spent hours kissing and discovering. Finding out what turned the other on, where they were the most sensitive. In the months after, they had become experts at making each other fall apart.

"Kurt, shit, I'm com- god, I'm coming," Blaine moaned loudly, his hips bucking into Kurt's erratically as Kurt keened, his body tensing as he came hard.

Once they'd both come down from their post-orgasm highs, Blaine backed away enough for Kurt to put his feet firmly on the floor before folding him into a tight hug.

"I love you," Blaine murmured, rubbing his thumb gently against Kurt's side.

"I love you too. So, were you really waiting for a package, or was that just a terrible innuendo?" Kurt laughed, laying his cheek on Blaine's shoulder.

"Oh, no. I really am waiting for one. They should be here soon. Want to watch a movie while we wait?"

"Sure. You pick, I'm gonna go grab some new pants," Kurt responded, walking up the stairs towards Blaine's room.

"Get me a pair too!"

Kurt's acknowledgement was shouted down the stairs as Blaine headed towards the living room to pick out a movie from their favorites. After watching Moulin Rouge for a while, the doorbell rang and Blaine unfolded himself from the couch reluctantly. If UPS hadn't been late, then he wouldn't miss Elephant Love Song again. No matter how many times they watched the movie together, something always came up during that scene.

After signing for his package, Blaine walked back into the living room where Kurt was staring transfixed at the screen. Distracted, he completely forgot about the small box he was holding in his hands and stared adoringly at Kurt, a small smile playing across his face.

"Are you going to tell me what's so important about that box, or are you going to just stare at me for the rest of the movie?" Kurt joked, breaking Blaine out of his reverie.

"Oh, yeah. C'mere," Blaine answered, setting the box down on the floor, "Now, it's nothing special, but I just wanted to help you understand what to expect tomorrow."

Reaching into the box, Blaine pulled out a few rolls of white tape, a pair of gloves, and several packages of gloves.

"Now, obviously, the tape is for my hands. Keeps me from getting too beat up. The gloves are for myself. It's one of the rules the club made, but mine are about to fall apart and I figured I may as well get a new pair. The gauze is probably the most important though. I'm probably gonna get a little roughed up, and I'm going to need your help to treat them," Blaine explained, even though Kurt had pretty much figured everything out by himself. He was, however, touched that Blaine wanted to make sure that Kurt felt involved in what would happen tomorrow. They'd never talked about the club. It was, after all, the major rule. However, it was more of the fact that Kurt had never had any desire to go. Tomorrow was a completely different story. While Kurt wouldn't partake in the activities, he would certainly enjoy watching.

That night, when it was time for Kurt to go home, Blaine grabbed him into another tight hug.

"You're sure about this, right? It's not going to be a problem?"

"Absolutely. I want you to go, and I want to be there to watch. What time do you want me to be here?"

"Whenever you can after your dinner. It starts at 7, but it doesn't matter when you arrive. Just like it doesn't matter when you leave."

"Okay. I'll talk to you in the morning, yeah?"

"Of course. I'll bring coffee if you promise to wear those pants tomorrow night."

Kurt sighed and smiled, "If I didn't like the fact that you wanted to show me off so much, I'd be pissed that you're making me wear the same jeans two days in a row."

Smiling back, Blaine leaned in to place a gentle kiss on Kurt's lips. When they pulled away, Kurt headed out into the cold night air, pulling his coat tighter around him. After letting his car run for a few minutes, he put the car into reverse and backed out of Blaine's driveway, waving and smiling even though it was too dark for Blaine to be able to see him from the doorway where he always stood as Kurt left.

That night, when Kurt had finally gotten into bed, he smiled at the thought of what was going to happen tomorrow.

He couldn't wait.

A/N: So, there's chapter 2. Again, thank you all for reading this. It really means so much to me. My finals start on Wednesday, so I probably won't update until the weekend, and if it's after that, then it'll be the 21st or so. Sorry.