I've decided to up the rating to M. Sorry if that means some of you aren't interested anymore, but I did warn you! I don't know what I was thinking really… I can't write T-rated Kurt and Blaine anymore :P

It's not too steamy or anything yet, but it could get that way and I want to be safe and tell you now. Thanks for reading and reviewing! I'm so glad you all liked Sam and Mercedes's chapter! I was a little worried as I've never written either of them and they aren't even my particular favourites, I just want them to have an opportunity to be a cool couple before Glee gets to them first :P

This chapter is Kurt and Blaine =D

"Blaine, pleeeeease?" Kurt whined, "I won't make you wear pants."

"Um, excuse me?" Burt huffed from the doorway.

Kurt blushed red and Blaine giggled.

Kurt was currently in a position that probably wasn't helping his slip of the tongue any; kneeling on the floor in front of Blaine with a tape measure wrapped around his middle.

"I meant, I wouldn't make him wear these pants, Dad," Kurt huffed and smacked Blaine's hand as he tried to escape.

"Burt, help!" Blaine laughed, "Your son's attacking me with haberdashery!"

Burt just grinned at the two boys. Kurt looked grumpy and cross when he had pins nestled in between his lips, but Blaine knew he was in his element right now, so a little gentle ribbing wasn't going to hurt him.

"Blaine, if you don't stand still I'm going to end up pinning this waistcoat to your abdomen, and then it would hang wrong, so, so help me God, if you don't stand still…" Kurt growled from Blaine's crotch, and Blaine suddenly didn't know what was funny. Then he realised Burt was still watching them. Fantasising about Kurt on his knees while his father was in the room was probably not the best policy.

"So, you don't care that if you pin it to my abdomen I'd probably bleed all over it? Good to know you care," Blaine grinned a little, still trying to ease the perfect image of Kurt growling at him from the floor from his mind.

"Shut up and stand still," Kurt huffed, "I'm not feeding your ego any more, your head won't fit through the door soon." His nimble fingers were working quickly, but every time they slid under the fabric, they grazed Blaine's belly, and he was having a hard time staying still.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Blaine said in mock outrage.

"Shhh!" Kurt hissed, "Nearly done!"

Burt chuckled and headed back down the stairs.

"Dinner will be ready soon, boys," he called as he left.

Blaine giggled a little as Kurt's fingers brushed his stomach once more.

Kurt looked up at him in wonder.

"Blaine Warbler, you aren't ticklish are you?" he asked wickedly.

Blaine paled and shook his head vehemently.

"No. No, Kurt! No!" Kurt was holding him in place with the measuring tape and Blaine could only back away slowly.

Kurt wriggled his fingers and let them slide under Blaine's half-pinned waistcoat to tickle his sides.

Blaine was stumbling backwards as fast as he could, but Kurt was walking on his knees after him, still pulling him back with the tape.

"Revenge!" he cackled, and Blaine's knees suddenly hit the edge of Kurt's mattress and he fell back on the bed. Unfortunately, Kurt didn't let go of the tape and his hand lunged forward, suddenly resting in Blaine's lap.

Blaine wasn't laughing now. Kurt didn't even seem to realise for several seconds where exactly he was touching Blaine, but when he did, he didn't pull his hand away, he just sort of froze in shock.

"Um, Kurt?" Blaine asked slowly, "It's okay, honey, it was an accident. I don't have the wrong idea, I promise," Blaine spoke softly in a 'Lets-not-spook-the-wildlife' sort of a way.

Kurt was curious. Fascinated. He'd never touched a boy there before. Hell, he barely touched himself there. It was scary and new, but it was also a little thrilling to look at Blaine – topless except for Kurt's almost-waistcoat- laying back on Kurt's bed, propped up on his elbows. Kurt felt in control, and he trusted Blaine, so he sort of wriggled his fingers a little.

Blaine nearly choked. What was Kurt doing? They'd been dating for a couple of months now, and they'd said 'I love you's that afternoon, but Kurt wasn't ready for this. Was he?

"Kurt," Blaine managed to choke out roughly, "What…"

But Kurt's fingers were moving more confidently now, starting to trace the outline as Blaine felt himself getting hard. He didn't want to. Kurt would freak out and think he wanted sex.

Blaine shot a guilty, embarrassed look at Kurt, but all he saw was wonder on his boyfriends face.

"Did I do that?" he asked softly as Blaine's jeans got tighter. Blaine nodded, speechless.

"Wow…" Kurt trailed off.

Blaine sat up roughly, and took Kurt's hand in his own, pulling it away from his pants. He pulled Kurt up to sit beside him on the bed and kissed him. It was a strange sort of a kiss. There was something about it that felt new and a little frightening.

"Blaine," Kurt breathed softly and Blaine felt his pants get tighter. What was wrong with him? They'd been having a lovely evening, and now Kurt was going to think he was some sort of sexual deviant!

Suddenly Kurt was squeezing Blaine's hand and pulling it towards him. Blaine gulped for air as he realised what Kurt was doing, lowering Blaine's hand closer and closer to his lap.

"Whoa, Kurt," Blaine said quickly, pulling his hand away and taking a few deep breaths. He couldn't see properly and he didn't know why, just that it had everything to do with what had just happened.

"What's wrong?" Kurt asked slowly.

"Um, well, your dad's gonna call us downstairs for dinner any second and I'd really prefer not to walk into your dining room with matching erections if that's okay with you!" Blaine was panicking a little and he felt idiotic. Kurt was the one who was scared of sex… right?

Kurt smiled softly.

"Blaine, it's okay to be nervous about that. I am too… I don't really know why I did it; I just really wanted to touch you. Is that okay?" Kurt looked a little worried and Blaine's face softened.

"Kurt, believe me, it was very okay, I just wasn't expecting it. Not here, and certainly not now. I just think you should make sure you're ready before we do anything like that."

"What if I might be ready now?" Kurt said hesitantly.

Blaine's heart skipped a beat. For all his talk about knowing about sex, he'd never actually done anything. It was like someone saying they knew how to swim because they'd watched a few Baywatch episodes and read a book. Blaine had never considered back then, when he gave that condescending little lesson about sexiness to Kurt that he would ever be having sex with him. He could feel superior and calm about it, because Kurt was never going to know the difference whether Blaine knew about sex. But things had happened since that day.

And now Blaine regretted ever making it seem like he knew what he was doing.

"I-I-I-I" Blaine stammered, "I think that if you think you might be ready to do that then we should talk about it first. But not right now." Blaine managed to sound collected, when really both his pants and his head felt like they might explode.

Kurt nodded.

"Okay."

Dinner was quiet. Kurt's family seemed to be taking their cue from Kurt and Blaine, both of whom were deep in thought. Their hands were entwined under the table and both of them were trying to eat their pasta one-handed.

Both of them were thinking about how to tell the other one something.

Kurt wanted to tell Blaine that he wasn't afraid of sex now, because it wasn't some nameless, faceless guy with a penis, it was Blaine. Beautiful, wonderful, Blaine and Kurt trusted him and loved him, and wanted to share that with him.

Blaine wanted to tell Kurt that he was terrified.

He'd acted all nonchalant about sex when he'd talked to Kurt about it, but that had been when it was the idea of sex with some stranger he'd not met yet. Not Kurt. Kurt was special, and wonderful, and loved him. How would he ever be able to make it perfect for him like he deserved?

"Okay, can we talk now?" Kurt said abruptly as soon as they escaped from the family dinner and made their way back to his room under the guise of re-pinning the waistcoat.

"Now?" Blaine sounded panicked, "Don't you want to re-pin the lapels? That'll take hours, Kurt," Blaine was frantically searching for an excuse, and Kurt saw right through him.

"Blaine, do you not want to have sex with me? Is that what this is about? That's not what I'm implying we would do straight away, just to be clear, but if you don't want to have sex with me, I'm a little worried, I've got to be honest. You were so open about sex, and then we started going out and now its crickets. We don't even do anything remotely PDA-worthy, and I get that its Lima, so I let that slide, but now I'm seriously worried."

Blaine took in Kurt's face. He was so strong. He wasn't crying, he was merely considering Blaine with those gorgeous eyes and waiting for a logical explanation. Blaine was glad he was calm, but it hurt him that Kurt had been thinking this way all through dinner.

"Kurt, I really want to do all those things for you and with you. I just want to make things perfect for you, and I made out like I knew all about sex, when really, I've not had any more experience than you. I just don't want you to be disappointed." Blaine hung his head a little then raised it quickly when Kurt laughed.

"Blaine, I like that you haven't done those things with anyone else. It makes it more special for when we do all that. I know that I'm going to get nervous and you're going to get nervous, and I don't want to have sex straight away or anything, I just think I'd be open to exploring that option."

Kurt smiled and sat next to Blaine on the bed, tentatively placing a hand on his thigh.

"Exploring, huh?" Blaine huffed a little as he stared at Kurt's hand.

"Yep," Kurt grinned and his hand started to slide up. Blaine didn't know where his innocent boyfriend had gone, but he thought he could probably get used to the flirtatious grin on Kurt's face right now.

Kurt pulled Blaine's hand across to his own leg.

"Together?" he asked softly, "Will that make it better?"

Blaine nodded dumbly and squeezed Kurt's leg a little.

"One…"

"Two…"

"Three…"

And Kurt's hand was back on Blaine's erection and Blaine's hand was resting on Kurt's. Wait? Kurt was hard? Blaine was a little shocked.

"Did… Did I do that?" he asked in amazement.

Kurt laughed and pulled both his hands away to cup Blaine's face and smile at him before kissing him softly.

"I love you," he smiled against Blaine's lips.

That night as Kurt was saying goodnight to Blaine out at his car, his phone rang in his pocket.

"Its Mercedes!" Kurt said excitedly.

Blaine groaned in disappointment.

"I want to hear all the gossip, but I have to get home or my dad will skin me alive. Tell me tonight?" he asked as he got in the car. Kurt knew what he meant. They always rang each other as they lay in bed before they went to sleep.

"Okay," Kurt said holding up a hand so Blaine would pause for a few seconds.

"Hello! About time! Just wait five seconds while I kiss my adorable boyfriend, and then I want details, woman!"

Blaine pouted his lips out the window and Kurt laughed, kissing them a little longer than five seconds then Blaine was pulling away.

Kurt almost forgot he was holding a phone with Mercedes on the line for a few seconds as he watched Blaine drive away.

"So! How was it?" he demanded.

Mercedes laughed.

"Better than the first time," she grinned into the phone, "But Kurt, you and Blaine can't tell a soul, promise?"

Kurt slowly shut the front door behind him as he made his way inside.

"Why? Does Sam not want to tell people he's dating you? He is dating you isn't he? You're not just meeting him for coffees and rendezvous make out sessions without a commitment are you?" Kurt demanded.

"Who's Sam meeting for make out sessions?" Finn spoke from the living room.

"Oh! Um… Nobody!" Kurt called to Finn, "Gotta go!" he hissed at Mercedes.

"Kurt, if you tell, I swear on Gaga…" Kurt heard Mercedes yelling as he hung up.

Finn walked into the hallway and followed Kurt upstairs, pestering him to tell.

"Is it Quinn again?"

"Is it Santana?"

"Britney?"

Kurt spun around angrily.

"Finn! It's none of your business who Sam was kissing and why! Haven't you got your own relationship stuff to work out?" Kurt snapped and stormed into his room.

He called Mercedes back straight away.

"Sorry! Now! Talk! Are you together? When did it happen? Ooh, was it when he took you to Prom?"

Finn burst through the door.

"Mercedes and Sam?"