Before I start, I just wanted to warn you all that this chapter has some smut in it. I know, that was probably the last thing you were thinking in a story like this, right? Well, you guess wrong. It's not the really sexy, slutty, kinky kind of smut because I get way too scared whenever I try to write that. It's more of the gentle, lovey-dovey smut. So, if you're into that like I am, huzzah.

Also, this chapter was inspired by 2 of Maroon 5's songs: She Will be Loved and Never Gonna Leave This Bed. I know they don't really sound like sex music, but this chapter had just as much emotion in it than sexy-times. Trust me, if you listen to the lyrics and read the concept of this chapter, it will fit perfectly. Especially if you over-analyse lyrics like I do. Anyways, enjoy me trying to write some smut. (:

The giant clock above the oven in Blaine's kitchen flashed in bright green numbers, 8:47, over and over again. The curly haired woman making dinner for her devastated son heard the sound of feet shuffling up above where her children's' beds were, and she stopped stirring the ingredients in the pot to listen.

Saturday nights usually means that her daughter Stacy was in her room, tapping away on her laptop and laughing with her friends. She understood that her son was going through the most difficult time of his life right now and he hadn't moved a muscle since yesterday night. She felt awful for him. She rather liked Kurt, with his upbeat opinions and sweet smile, his bright eyes and quirky personality making her son laugh and swoon with love. She thought Kurt Hummel was a sweet boy who certainly didn't deserve what was coming to him. Her motherly instincts kicked in when Blaine came in the driveway, sobbing and breaking into her arms. She didn't know what to do. But when she heard him coming down the stairs in a hurry, she smiled and turned around.

The minute Wes left the room, Blaine ran to his closet and changed into a pair of jeans, a grey T-shirt and a dark red sweater, his curls flying freely like an untamed animal. He knew he should have re-thought his appearance, but thought against it when he realized he couldn't wait any longer to see Kurt.

Blaine's mother came out of the kitchen and to the door where Blaine was pulling on his shoes, a giant spoon in hand and an apron tied around her waist.

"Where are you going?" she asked, crossing her arms but glad to see her son was finally moving and speaking again.

"I need to see Kurt," Blaine told her, grabbing his keys and thrusting them into his pocket. "I really screwed up, mom. I messed up so badly last night. Please, I know it's late, but I really need to go to him."

Blaine's mother gave a thoughtful frown that showed concern and worry. "Are you sure you'll be alright, sweetie?"

"Yeah," Blaine nodded certain for sure. "I'm sure. This is something I really need to do."

She smiled a motherly gesture. "Alright then. Do what you need to do. Just take care of yourself."

"I will," Blaine replied, giving his mother a kiss on the cheek. She slowly returned to the kitchen and a second later, Blaine's thirteen year old sister came down the stairs, stopping him before she left.

"Blaine?" she asked in a tiny voice that really didn't sound like her normal self.

He turned. "Yes?"

She hesitantly approached him and looked up at him with sad eyes. "I'm really sorry about what happened to Kurt. I really like him; he's always so nice to me even when I annoy you guys on your dates."

Blaine sighed and shook his head, gently smiling. "Thanks, Stace."

"Are you going to see him now?" she asked.

"I am," Blaine replied, "I made such an ass of myself in front of him last night and I'm pretty sure he hates me, but I need to make things right."

Stacy smiled. "Good for you. It's nice to know you can actually do something good for once."

He smacked her on the head playfully, and they laughed. They exchanged long hugs, a type of hug that you know means family, love, and support.

"Tell him I said I'm sorry," Stacy whispered. "Tell him I hope he can get through this. I know he can."

"I'll tell him," Blaine muttered into his sister's frizzy hair. "Thanks."

He waved goodbye to his little sister and out the door he was.

Blaine didn't pay any attention to the weather when he was locked inside his room, but boy, he wish he had. It was raining so hard that it almost hurt when it was thrown against anyone walking in it, thunder occasionally booming from the invisible clouds blended with the dark sky. Blaine got soaked just running to his car, but at least the spring air made it less chilly and the water actually quite warm for a storm.

The ride was long. Not in distance, but it seemed like a million years before Blaine reached the empty house with one body inside, the body he needed to apologize and shower in as much love as Blaine could give. Maybe it seemed like forever to get there because Blaine was so nervous. What would Kurt say to him if he showed up now? Would he want sympathy? Would be reject Blaine? Would they never be together again?

Did he think Blaine had betrayed him?

Arriving at the Hummel-Hudson residence, a huge, homey sort of place, Blaine was once again pelted with heavy drops of liquid, making his curls mated to his forehead and his shirt a little soggy. But he didn't care. He didn't care if he came to the door completely covered in mud; all he cared was if Kurt would ever forgive him.

Blaine stopped at the door. He knocked once, twice, three times. No answer. So he did it again. Even though he saw one of the lights on upstairs, there was silence from inside the house. He lay his head against the wet wood of the door and sighed, tears daring to jump in his eyes again.

"Please, Kurt," he whispered to no one, "Please open up."

A few long seconds later, the door slowly started to open, revealing light from inside the house. And there, like an angel perfectly placed, was Kurt. He was fully dressed, for some odd reason Blaine couldn't think of. Maybe he went out for a stroll or something to clear his mind, something Blaine probably should have done before he got mental therapy from his friends.

The sight of Kurt standing there at the door nearly took away Blaine's breath, partly because he was gorgeous as always, but because his heart broke when he saw his fragile state. Kurt's eyes were puffy and red, and it looked like he tried to cover that up before answering the door. One hand was placed on the door, the other clutched at a tissue that had obviously been crumpled and soaked with tears. Blaine felt terrible when he saw the pale face looking straight into his heart, broken and speechless when he saw Blaine soaking wet like an idiot and standing at the door.

They stood there, breathing in silence, an invisible barrier between them. And then, to Blaine's surprise, Kurt stepped back a few steps, allowing Blaine to come inside. Slowly and nervously, Blaine stepped inside, taking off his shoes quickly while Kurt closed the door so he wouldn't track water everywhere.

Blaine turned to Kurt, whose face was once again streaked with tears. He was the first one to speak.

"I am so sorry," he whispered, barely even audible with his thick voice and trembling bottom lip.

Blaine nearly shattered. He gently reached out to take Kurt's face in his hands, holding him like how he did on their first kiss. He wiped away the hot tears with his fingers, only to be replaced by new ones. He tilted Kurt's head up so he was shyly looking right into his icy eyes.

"You have absolutely nothing to apologize for," Blaine told him, "You did nothing. I'm so sorry Kurt; I shouldn't have reacted that way. I just...I can't even...oh god, Kurt. You don't deserve this."

And right then, Kurt suppressed a sob and ran into Blaine's arms, wrapping his arms around his wet body and sobbing into the already drenched material. Blaine responded right away, kissing the top of Kurt's soft hair.

"I don't know what I was thinking," Blaine muttered, "I was such an idiot."

"But Blaine," Kurt cried, his voice cracking on his boyfriend's name, "I- I lied to you, I wasn't honest about myself. I tried so hard to hide it, keeping my pain medication away from you when you first came over, telling fake stories about my doctors appointments and my fainting episodes...I didn't mean to, I-"

"Don't ever apologize for this again, sweetheart," Blaine soothed, hushing the frantic boy. "I understand why you wanted to hide it. And if it makes you feel any better, I won't tell anyone if you don't want me to. I could never loose you, and I only reacted so badly because I loved you too much."

Kurt looked up. "Do you...still love me?"

"Of course I do," Blaine confirmed with a huge, toothy grin.

Kurt smiled up at Blaine with happy tears instead of sad ones, and he seized Blaine's face, kissing him hard on the lips. This surprised Blaine, he wasn't expecting the make-up to be this short, but he gave in right away.

"I love you, too," Kurt whispered, "Was there, um...anything you wanted to know? About my condition, I mean?"

Blaine shook his head. "Only if you want to share it, Kurt. I won't force you to say anything."

"I want to," Kurt reassured, nodding. "Not right now, but...someday. I promise." Kurt kissed Blaine on the nose.

The stared at each other again, just looking into each other's eyes when Kurt slowly leaned in and kissed Blaine on the lips, slow and gentle that built up into a harder one. Blaine could feel the tears on his cheeks.

Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck and pushed himself a bit harder into Blaine. They weren't really that far in the physical process, there would be the occasional touch or grope, but nothing too serious that would be considered "sexy." Of course, they both thought this word about each other was completely true, but they didn't push it too far.

The both of them had no idea that one of the happiest days of their lives was about to happen in just a matter of minutes.

They weren't sure how it happened, but after a long time of standing near the door and exchanging long, deep kisses that were so persuasive and intriguing that it should be illegal, Blaine somehow managed to sweep Kurt off of his feet and into his arms, cradled against his chest that was slowly beginning to dry from the rain. Kurt was very light and pretty much didn't weight anything at all. Blaine didn't know if this was because he was naturally light or because of his sickness causing him to lose weight, but he didn't want to think about that right now. He focused on the feel of his boyfriend's lips moving against his, then breaking apart for a little giggle that came out of them.

"What are you doing, Blaine?" Kurt half whispered, half laughed as he lifted his head and stared at Blaine with wide eyes. Kurt used to have stupid, silly dreams as a child about a prince swooping him up like this and carrying him into his happily ever after, yadda yadda. But now that it was actually happening, and with the person that he truly cared about, it didn't seem like such a silly fantasy after all. He'd never been held like this before, never been so close to another human being like he was with Blaine… it was all so overwhelming.

"Holding you," Blaine cooed, "Is that alright?"

Kurt re-wrapped his arms behind the curly head, bringing their faces together once more. Blaine held on tightly to Kurt's back and held the backs of his knees as he slowly made his way up the stairs (which wasn't very far from the door, thank goodness) while still planting his lips right on Kurt's. He didn't even have to look where he was going, he'd been in this house so many times it was practically his own.

Suddenly, as Kurt allowed himself to be carried into his room, he felt…felt something strong. Something fierce and intimidating. Something he wasn't sure if he was able to contain inside of him…but something he most definitely wanted and was ready for. His adrenaline picked up rapidly, his cheeks becoming pinker by the second, his breath increasing. Yes, Kurt was for sure ready about this.

Blaine recognized that he was in Kurt's room when he felt his socks touch the plush carpeted floor. He set Kurt down on his feet and when he separated his mouth from Kurt's, Kurt didn't allow it. He grabbed the sides of Blaine's neck and brought his lips back again, emitting a small gasp from Blaine. He' so enthusiastic tonight, Blaine thought to himself as he felt himself topple over on the bed when Kurt pulled him down.

Reaching down with his right arm, Blaine wrapped an arm around Kurt's waist and hoisted the both of them up to the top of the bed so that their heads were sinking into the fluffy white pillows. They sighed together, gently caressing one another's mouths with their own. The tiny gasps, the gentle tugs and touches, hands and lips everywhere…it was enough to make a sane man go crazy. Especially if that sane man was Blaine.

He didn't understand why Kurt was being so much more spontaneous than he usually was. Maybe it was because they made up and everything could (attempt to) go back to normal, despite Kurt being sick and all. But Blaine certainly didn't fight what Kurt was giving him. He propped himself up on his forearms and looked straight at Kurt from underneath him, and Kurt actually whimpered when Blaine pulled himself away.

"Sorry," Blaine whispered quickly as his lips found Kurt's again. He groaned a little when he felt the nimble fingers combing smoothly through his messy, damp curls. Blaine didn't know how far this was going, his body was heating up fast and there wasn't much he could do to stop it. He thought any minute now Kurt was going to end the little session with a final kiss and then roll over and they'd talk or something for the rest of the night, which Blaine was alright with. But then…

"Blaine," Kurt whispered against Blaine's lips, "Make love to me."

Blaine froze.

Well, that was certainly not what he was expecting. He lifted himself a little off of Kurt so that he could look into those gorgeous blue eyes that were dazed with both love and lust. Kurt had never told Blaine that he wanted that before.

"What?" Blaine asked again.

Kurt looked up at him, confused and a bit hurt at the thought of rejection. He blushed and looked down, his eyes not quite meeting Blaine's until last minute.

"Don't…don't you want to?" Kurt asked in a hushed voice, like he was scared to speak. Blaine felt like a jerk as he mentally cursed himself as he leaned down and gave his boyfriend a small kiss.

"Of course I do, Kurt," Blaine's whispered gruffly into the warm, smooth crook of Kurt's neck. This made him shiver and moan in desperation.

"I've wanted you for the longest time. I… I want you right now. I just don't want you to feel pressured just because we've made up."

"No, Blaine," Kurt smiled and it took Blaine's breathe away. He shyly buried his face in Blaine's shoulder and giggled lightly, the sound reminding Blaine of wind chimes. Or angels.

"I want this. I really do."

Kurt giggled once more and kissed a spot behind Blaine's ear gently. He moved in much closer to his boyfriend so that their foreheads were touching, their bodies pressed together on Kurt's memory foam mattress. Even though the stuff was supposedly softer than a cloud, the last thing he was thinking about right now was the material beneath them.

"Are you sure, sweetheart?" Blaine whispered when Kurt moved his lips over to his cheek. Kurt smiled.

"I like it when you call me that," Kurt giggled, "And yes, I am. I've never been more certain of anything in my life. I really, really want this," he paused, "And I only want it to be with you."

Blaine looked at Kurt for a very, very long time, or at least it seemed like it. It was probably just only a couple seconds or so. He couldn't believe that this was going to happen. He loved Kurt very much and he'd dreamed about going this far with Kurt someday, but never had the courage to try and actually do it. Which was fine with Blaine, he didn't need sex to feed his hunger of lust. But now that it was actually happening, Blaine couldn't make the words come out, so instead he leaned down and kissed his boyfriend once more.

In no time, they were both gently whimpering and moaning into each other's mouths in the darkened room, moonlight spilling in from the window and rain and thunder faintly humming together from outside. Sure, it was the perfect setting for a crappy romantic flick, but perfect was perfect, and they couldn't have thought of a better place to do this than right here, right now.

After a couple more minutes of kissing, their lips becoming a bit bruised but never losing softness, Kurt grabbed hold of Blaine's wrists and led them to the top button of his baby blue button down. Without any hesitation. Blaine seemed to pause for a moment, too nervous to do anything. What if he did something wrong? What if he accidentally hurt Kurt? What if he scared him away?

"It's alright," Kurt whispered, comfortingly, making Blaine feel all tingly on the inside. "It's okay." Kurt thought it was adorable how chivalrous and nervous Blaine was being. But he was ready now. He was scared as hell and thought his heart would rip out of his chest, but ready.

Slowly, one by one, the buttons came loose on Kurt's shirt, Kurt shrugging it off of his shoulders and it was soon on the ground by the side of the bed. Blaine almost chocked on the breath caught in his throat at the sight of his boyfriend. Kurt was…beautiful. Gorgeous. His whole body glowed with a warm, pinkish-pale glow; his chest and stomach were so untouched, as if never been kissed by sunlight. He was flawless.

Kurt sat up then, capturing Blaine mouth in a long, needy kiss that made a low moan ooze out of Blaine's mouth. Once again they were lying down with Blaine on top of Kurt. Kurt gently kissed the side of Blaine's neck while he tried to unzip his sweater, but that made it a little hard when Kurt was distracting him so easily. Kurt noticed this, and he reached down and helped Blaine with the zipper himself, pulling down the little silver tab and watching as Blaine grabbed it by the sleeve and tossed it on top of Kurt's shirt on the ground. Blaine's fit arms were exposed and the outline of his chest was visible through his grey t-shirt that was still a little soaked. Kurt gasped when he felt the slight weight being returned on top of him and kissing his lips once more.

Blaine sat back up again for a few seconds, removing the t-shirt and revealing a tanned, toned chest that made Kurt swoon. They simply stared at each other, really taking each other in.

"You're beautiful," they said at the same time, and they laughed. Blaine lowered his body so that their bare chests and stomachs were touching. Kurt gasped and Blaine moaned at the heated touch, something that he'd never done with anyone else before.

Kurt's back arched off of the mattress and white sheets beneath him while he waited for Blaine's lips to return. The sigh of him like this, all flushed and his hair messy and his lips red…it took Blaine's breath away. Kurt was wild, a newer, sexier side unleashed from him, and Blaine loved every part of it.

When they were kissing again, Kurt was gasping so much that he was trying to catch his breath. He ran his nails all over the smooth skin on Blaine's shoulder blades, moving on of his hands to the messy, tangled curls. Before they both knew it, Blaine was peeling Kurt's jeans off, lifting his legs and moving his hips at the appropriate times. When they were both in their underwear and nothing else, pressed closely against each other with Blaine's strong arms wrapped securely around Kurt's small frame, was when they really started to become aware of what was going on. They were both about to loose their virginities.

"I love you," Blaine whispered as he trailed his lips along Kurt's throat, the birthmark over his shoulder, his pronounced collar bone. Kurt moaned loudly at this contact, bringing his lips up to Blaine's ear.

"Show me," Kurt whispered, a little dazzled. Blaine groaned and their lips were connected again.

Blaine ran his hand down Kurt's thigh, feeling the warm skin there, hitching his leg over his hip and taking hold of the black boxer briefs. This is it, they both thought as they look lovingly into each other's eyes and pulling down the thin fabric of the item of clothing.

The sight in front of Blaine was too much to bear. His boyfriend, completely naked and exposed, all for him. Kurt looked as if he'd been created by angels; ever small detail about him seemed so perfect. The pale freckles scattered carelessly, the pale skin becoming slightly pink, the way his chest rose and feel with every breath he took, Blaine couldn't believe how Kurt wanted to give something so precious that everyone is born with up to him.

"Kurt," Blaine whispered hoarsely, "I…You are so beautiful,"

Tears pooled in Kurt's eyes, no one had ever called him beautiful before. Kurt never really thought of himself as beautiful before until he met Blaine, who made him feel special everyday.

It was Kurt's turn to gaze and become speechless when he pulled down Blaine's boxer shorts. He was…everything Kurt ever dreamed he would be. Better than that, actually. Kurt reached up and ran a hand down the sculpted chest, feeling the little bit of dark hair, scratching his nails into it and feeling the stomach muscles. Blaine shivered.

"I'm a little nervous," Blaine admitted, laughing quietly.

Kurt smiled up at him generously, kissing the corner of his mouth. "That's okay. I am too. But at least we can do this together, right?"

Blaine leaned down and kissed Kurt hard on the lips, the both of them rolling around all over the bed and getting tangled in the paper-thin sheets, moaning and panting when they made contact.

This was the best Kurt had ever felt. Even better when he belts his voice out in front of an audience…Blaine made him feel much more superior than that. Every cell was alive in his body at the touch. This was the most alive Kurt had ever felt in his life. He was so, so alive then, and he never wanted it to stop.

"Are you ready," Blaine whispered into the semi-darkness.

"Yes," Kurt replied.

And before they both knew it, they were one. It hurt Kurt a little bit at first, to be honest, and it took several ramblings of "Are you alright? Should I stop?" from Blaine before they actually went all the way, but my goodness, it was glorious. Absolutely perfect.

Everything was on fire. Heat coursed through their veins, hearts beating together as one, the noises they made almost sounding like music, melody and harmony. Kurt panted in his breathy gasping voice, Blaine grunting every time he pushed inside of Kurt gently. He couldn't feel any pain anymore, all he felt was warmth and love surrounding him in an embrace.

They moved together on the canvas white mattress, the sheets binding them closer together.

"Oh god, I love you so much, Blaine," Kurt whimpered, bringing their lips back together again. Blaine was inside of Kurt, he could feel everything going on around him, as if his body was a magnified glass.

Then came the part where they both trembled, their bodies shivering closer and Blaine let everything go, colliding with Kurt. Blaine'd never had an orgasm before, or at least not with another person, but my god, it was the most pleasurable thing in the world. Blaine back muscles moved as he collapsed on top of Kurt, panting and trying to catch his breath. Kurt placed a small kiss to Blaine's jaw line, and they rolled over together so that they were side by side.

They stared at each other for a long time before Blaine broke the silence.

"That was amazing," Blaine said, and Kurt giggled.

"You're amazing," Kurt replied, "I love you. Thank you so much for…for everything."

"I love you too, baby," Blaine whispered as he kissed Kurt's lips softly.

They would talk more in the morning, but for now, the sleepy haze was taking over their bodies. Kurt fell asleep cuddled into Blaine's chest, his warm breath tickling the skin. Blaine looked lovingly at the beautiful, peaceful, sick boy. Blaine didn't care if Kurt was sick, all that mattered was that he was here now, safe and protected in Blaine's embrace.

One single tear fell from Blaine's hazel eye and he leaned down, kissing Kurt's forehead.

"I love you, Kurt Hummel," he whispered, "And I promise I'm going to be here forever."

And then the darkness consumed him, the light thunder and rain playing a lullaby as the drifted off into his dreams about the only person who mattered to him.