Dislaimer: Glee belongs to FOX, the writers, producers, actors, etc. I am making no money from this, and no copywrite infringement is intended. All quotes were found online and are attributed to their authors if I could find them.

AN: And so begins the first of several chapters all based on the same episode, because there was just so much here I wanted to do. Thanks to all who have favorited and followed, and especially to those who took the time to review. It's always slightly nerve-wracking as an author to break into doing a new show, especially one that is so incredibly huge in fanfic, and it's always nice to know that it's being enjoyed.

Still rated M, and the rating is finally starting to kick in.

Reference: Continuation of the "that's why they invented masturbation," scene in "The First Time"


Fade Into You

By Lady Callista

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"Whether it is with baby steps or giant leaps…doesn't matter as long as you are moving forward." -Unknown

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Chapter 7: Moving Foward

The kiss started out teasing. The cute face Blaine had made, and the accompanying sound effect, completely set the mood. The kisses were soft and gentle, and they took turns pulling away briefly to entice the other to follow. Noses brushed cutely, and kisses were dropped upon them as often as they were upon lips. Eyes opened occasionally as they made other cute faces at each other, and fingers began to trail teasingly over sides.

It wasn't a common mood for them when they were making out, but it had happened just often enough that they were starting to be comfortable with it.

But as had been happening more and more lately it didn't stay teasing, or soft and gentle, for long.

Kurt felt his heart stutter when Blaine shifted their positions, pushing him gently until he was laying on the bed with Blaine halfway on top of him, their lips still locked in an increasingly passionate kiss.

Their arms slid around each other, Kurt allowing his hands to slide under the back of Blaine's shirt and trail hotly up and down his spine. It was familiar territory now, as familiar as the arms wrapped around him, and the earthy scent of Blaine's cologne. As familiar as the lips brushing his, and the soft sounds of pleasure sliding from their throats. Even their hips sliding together was familiar now, and the tremors of arousal as their erections rubbed in the most exquisite way didn't cause the embarrassment or fear to rise as it once had.

They were just so familiar with each other now, and comfortable with how they chose to express their love.

Which certainly did not mean that it wasn't still wonderful and amazing and perfect.

No, familiar would never mean boring to Kurt, he realized as Blaine's lips left his and began trailing down his neck. Familiar meant warm, and comforting. It could still cause the heat to flood through him, still cause his heart to stutter and his stomach to coil. There was a part of him that felt he would never get over the simple wonder that Blaine loved him, or that they were allowed to touch and kiss this way.

Although he couldn't know it, Blaine's thoughts were running along similar lines.

Maybe they weren't quite as adventurous as he would have liked, Blaine thought absently as his hand tightened on Kurt's hip in response to the fingernails trailing lightly over his spine, but on the whole it really didn't bother him that their physical relationship was progressing so slowly.

It was new for both of them after all, and although he had read and seen much more than Kurt he still didn't have any firsthand experience other than what they had together. He might be more comfortable with it all, and willing to go further, but he didn't need to. What he needed was exactly what he had just told Kurt; for the other boy to be completely comfortable and enjoy whatever they did together.

It made things more important, more real, when you took the steps this slowly. When you fully explored each small expansion of intimacy instead of just rushing through everything with a single goal in mind.

"How could I ever find this boring?" He husked in Kurt's ear as he nibbled on it before returning his attention to the soft, pale skin of his boyfriend's neck.

Although it wasn't boring, he seriously thought he could just go on touching and kissing Kurt forever, he really did want to try other things as well. Not major things, just, well, different things. Nothing that would shatter the rules, just things that might expand them slightly. Something new that would bring a slightly different gasp from Kurt, or a moan, or make his voice go so enticingly breathy but oddly deeper than normal at the same time.

Blaine had discovered months ago just how much those small sounds turned him on, how sexy it was to see the normally witty and composed boy in his arms fall apart from such simple touches and kisses.

It wasn't just that it turned him on though, it was that it really was more important to him than anything that Kurt was enjoying himself, that he was both comfortable and aroused. Those small sounds that increased the lust coiled in his belly meant that Kurt was comfortable and happy and turned on, and he never wanted those sounds to end.

But he never wanted to push either, so he was always careful about what new little thing he chose to try; often times he even asked first.

Blaine didn't want to ask this time though; he wanted it to be a surprise. But he was going to be incredibly careful, he reminded himself as he turned the slow neck-nibbling that Kurt loved into a slightly harder bite. He'd had to stop himself from doing this the other week, when Kurt was making the most delicious moans and he had wanted more than anything to see if they would increase or decrease in pitch if he bit harder.

Blaine got the answer he was looking for, decidedly deeper; and wasn't that a turn-on, he thought even as the sound encouraged him to bite down again, still carefully but a bit harder.

He was unprepared for Kurt's reaction.

Kurt moaned loudly as a jolt of heat went straight to his already straining erection, and without conscious thought his hands shifted down to grip his boyfriend's ass and pull them closer together.

Blaine's hips jerked in reply even as he bit down again, much harder than he intended, as for an instant he lost all of his careful control. The sharp inhale and gasp he got in reply sounded almost pained, and he drew back quickly. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

Kurt realized belatedly where his hands were and shifted them up to Blaine's back as he tried to relearn how to breath. "Me too, I didn't mean to…"

"It's okay." Blaine whispered, shifting their positions until they were both laying on their sides facing each other, their hips now slightly apart. "You can touch me like that if you want; you can touch me however you want. God Kurt, that felt so amazing…" His blood was cooling slightly now, and the hesitant smile on Kurt's face was reassuring. Then his heart gave a jolt as he remembered why he had stopped in the first place, and it hadn't been because of the long, slender fingers gripping his ass.

Kurt's eyes widened slightly as Blaine suddenly shifted up onto his elbow, his fingers running with almost aching tenderness along the side of Kurt's neck, making a small oval shape. Kurt realized he had to be tracing the imprint his teeth had left, and just the thought of the surge of desire that had gone through him at that moment made Kurt shudder again.

Kurt realized that Blaine had misunderstood his reaction, not surprising since he barely understood it himself, when the boy immediately pulled his fingers away and began apologizing again. "Sorry, I didn't…"

Too uncomfortable to admit how much he had liked it, but unwilling to let Blaine continue to apologize, Kurt cut the words off with a hard kiss, letting his hand slide down to Blaine's ass again to pull their hips back together.

Blaine's eyes were wide with wonder when he finally broke the kiss this time, and his voice was a husky whisper when he asked, "So that was okay?"

"That was more than okay." Kurt breathed, an embarrassed flush rising to his cheeks.

"You made a sound like it hurt." A thread of worry laced through Blaine's voice even as he used one hand to nudge Kurt unto his back again. But rather than climbing on top of him again, Blaine curled into his side, laying his head over Kurt's heart. Kurt's lower arm wrapped around his back automatically even as his other hand shifted to Blaine's hip, fingers tapping in encouragement until Blaine's leg slid over one of his and their lower bodies were as twisted together as their upper bodies.

It was one of their favorite positions to cuddle in, and a position they often assumed when they were going to discuss intimate things. They drew comfort from the closeness even as the lack of eye contact made them less uncomfortable.

When Kurt remained silent, Blaine asked him outright, "Was it too much? Did it hurt?"

"It, it did a little at first." Kurt said softly, glad he didn't have to look into Blaine's attentive golden eyes as he tried to explain. "But it felt so amazing at the same time, it was like, I don't know, like it sharpened everything even as it made things go a little hazy. The pain sort of just slid away and turned into something, well, something good. It hurt, but it felt good." Kurt tried to remind himself that he was normally very articulate, but he could feel his words failing him. He couldn't think of any way to explain the sensation that was so unlike anything he had ever felt. "And that sounds stupid, and weird, but…"

"No, it doesn't. I've read about, uh, that some people get turned on by being bitten." Blaine dared to raise his head to look into his boyfriend's eyes, and off of Kurt's disbelieving look and the snarky comment he could see forming, he continued quickly. "And I don't mean like Twihards or any of the vampire fanatics or anything like that. Kurt, people get turned on by all kinds of things, and it's different for everyone. And it's not stupid or weird; if you like something you like it."

"You don't think I'm…I'm weird because I liked it?" Kurt hated the fragility in his voice even as he recognized that Blaine was the one person he trusted to see the shy and vulnerable parts of himself that he kept hidden from the rest of the world.

"I hoped you would." Blaine offered softly, "I wouldn't have done it if I thought it was weird. Kurt, there are… there are so many little things like that I want to try. We're both so new at this, baby, and we don't know half of what we'll like or not like. But we get to learn together, and I think that's pretty special."

The adoration and intensity almost beaming from Blaine's face caused a wave of love to sweep through Kurt as he nearly forgot how to breathe. Breathing didn't seem to matter, nothing did, except for the incredible boy in his arms. "You're special." His voice was tender, and everything in him still felt soft and floaty. "You're everything, and I… I can't wait to try everything with you."

"Everything?" Blaine raised an eyebrow.

"Well, eventually." Kurt conceded as he dropped a kiss on Blaine's forehead even as the other boy's head tilted back down, ear again coming to rest over his heart. "In the mean time, maybe we can start making our steps a little bigger."

"My baby penguin is learning to run." Blaine teased affectionately.

"I've been willing to follow you since the day I met you." Kurt whispered seriously, then lightened the mood again by adding, "In fact I did, and I love where I've ended up."

"Me too." Blaine said as he cuddled in, letting out his customary gentle sigh as their bodies molded perfectly together and they just relished the closeness.

"I want us to promise each other something." Blaine's said softly after they had lain there cuddling in silence for several minutes.

"In addition to always being best friends, and always loving each other, and never saying goodbye to each other?" Kurt's voice was teasing, but he immediately snapped to serious when he felt Blaine tense in his arms. "As long as it doesn't break any of those three, I can't think of a single thing I wouldn't promise you."

"I know we've always been able to talk about anything, but that's so important right now, Kurt." Blaine's voice was earnest, a contrast to his body relaxing back into his boyfriend's embrace. "I want us to promise that we'll talk about anything either of us wants to try, and that we'll always be honest about what we want, and what we like."

"Or don't like?" Kurt questioned softly, although he knew the answer.

"Or don't like." Blaine confirmed. "I never want you to do something you don't like, even if I like it. If one of us isn't into something, we don't do it. It just means we get to try more things until we find things we both like. Things we both want."

Kurt felt himself smile as Blaine's tone again turned teasing on the last sentence, and he took a deep breath, eyes closed as he remembered how it had felt when Blaine had bitten down over his pulse point. Although he had been embarrassed about it after, when they stopped to talk about it and he had time to think rather than just feel, the embarrassment hadn't come while it was happening. Neither had the panic, or the uncomfortable feeling that he was doing something he wasn't ready for.

If Blaine hadn't stopped things, Kurt knew he wouldn't have.

With that thought the only thing in his mind, he whispered, "What I want right now is to go back to how we were before we started talking."

"You're sure?" Blaine asked even as his breath hitched at the thought.

Kurt's answer was to grip shoulder and hip, shifting his boyfriend and pulling him more back on top of him. He kept eye contact, watching Blaine's pupil's blow wide as long, slender fingers again slid down his back to grip his ass. He smirked even as Blaine gasped, their groins grinding together and already regaining the hardness lost during their heart to heart.

Blaine's arms slid under him then, hands nudging under Kurt's shoulder blades before hooking over his shoulders from behind. He nuzzled their cheeks together for a long moment, even as their hips continued to undulate against each other gently. It wasn't until he felt Kurt draw breath to speak, likely to comment in a teasingly acerbic manner that he wasn't doing what he had been doing before they started talking, that he whispered softly, breath blowing hot in Kurt's ear and causing a shudder, "I'm going to start light, and work up to about as hard as before. From what I've read that's, well, that's the best way to do it."

"Like warming up your voice before belting out a high note." Kurt breathed, sentence fragmenting as Blaine began nibbling up and down the side of his neck and the heat began rushing through him again.

"Just like that," Blaine breathed back, "Although hopefully a little more fun than running scales." He wanted to shift, wanted access to both sides of the pale, sensitive neck, and slowly slid his arms out from under Kurt, hands resting on either side of his head and pushing up to support his weight.

Kurt's eyes opened at once as their chests separated, and he tilted his head slightly in curiosity as Blaine shifted.

Keeping their eyes locked and moving slowly until he had one leg on either side of the boy reclined beneath him, Blaine ended with his knees on either side of Kurt's hips, his hands and knees still supporting all of his weight. Before he could open his mouth to ask if this was okay he felt Kurt's hands return to his ass and squeeze lightly, one hand remaining there while the other slid to the small of his back and urged him closer.

He let himself drop until their bodies were fully pressed together, although he kept some of his weight on his forearms so he didn't crush the thinner boy as he began nibbling on his neck again. "Remember, tell me if I bite too hard." The sentence came out a word at a time, each word punctuated by a soft kiss or nibble, and he felt Kurt nod even as the first gasp slipped past his lips.

As he slowly started to slid away on the pleasure, Kurt had one final train of thought. He remembered Blaine's comment about his baby penguin running, and mentally corrected it. Penguins couldn't run, and the faster they tried to walk the more awkward they looked. No, he wasn't running; he was sliding. Cascading down the ice on the way to the water, preparing himself for the big plunge. He was picking up speed, and the excitement and thrill allowed room for only a trace of apprehension. And even that trace had been getting steadily less every week, every day, every hour.

The baby penguin was almost ready to swim.