Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. I don't own Blaine, or Kurt. (Which is probably for the best, all things equal.) No money is being made off of this work. It's a work of fiction, and it's going to potentially contain triggers for all sorts of squicky stuff. So please, if you're easily triggered by mentions of rape, suicide, depression, I won't be at all offended if you go find another story to read. I'd appreciate it, however, if you do read it, please review! The more reviews, the faster I post the next chapter.

Note: This is an interlude which explains why Blaine and Kurt were all over each other, so soon after everything happened, and perhaps, a bit of the Andersons' attitude towards the whole Kurt/Blaine relationship. I hope it helps explain the last chapter a little better. It takes place the night Kurt was attacked.

Innocence Lost - An Interlude

The Night IT Happened

"Oh my God, Kurt!" Blaine breathed. "You…holy…Kurt!" He squirmed against Kurt's lips.

Kurt smiled shyly. "Let's slow down," he said. He stopped nibbling on Blaine's neck, keeping his hands firmly on his boyfriend's hips.

Blaine nodded, taking a deep breath. "Get up, let's dance. We need to move."

"Yes!" Kurt clung to the idea. He strode across the room and turned on Blaine's stereo. Of course, his boyfriend's iPod was on the 'Katy Perry/Pink' Playlist, and Last Friday Night kicked in.

"I was thinking something a little slower," Blaine laughed softly. He pressed a few buttons on the remote, and an acoustic version of Hey Monday's Candles began. It was the only song they'd sung as a duet together in competition as Warblers, and it was a beautiful song that they both loved. He wrapped his arms around Kurt and moved slowly against him.

"Mmm," Kurt murmured, basking in the feel of Blaine pressed against him. They moved together, so in sync, so natural in their movements. There was nothing awkward about their dancing, fluid, and yet, both were holding back. Lovers not yet consummated.

"You feel so good against me," Blaine whispered. "I want to lie you back down on that bed, strip off your clothing, one piece at a time, and make love to you."

"Stop," Kurt said, freezing. "No no no, we're not doing this, Blaine. I'm…"

"I know, baby. I'm sorry for bringing it up," Blaine said, whispering against Kurt's neck. "I just…I want you so badly. I know it embarrasses you, and you don't want to talk about sex, I just wanted you to know what you do to me."

"I…I feel…I feel it too, I think," Kurt whispered. "But as much as I want to…"

"Something's holding you back," Blaine said. "And I respect that. Just…please don't make me wait until your thirtieth birthday." He remembered what little Kurt had told him about 'the talk' he'd had with Burt Hummel.

"I don't think so," Kurt said. "I want to. I really do. But I have to be home in two hours, and I'm still scared, and we haven't talked about this all that much, and…"

"And I understand that," Blaine said, pressing a finger to Kurt's lips to silence him. "You're the love of my life. And as I've said before, I want you to be comfortable, so I can be comfortable. So we're going to dance, and we're going to kiss, but we're going to keep it at that. But one day soon, we're going to have the talk that you so desperately want to have before we go further. So that we're on the same page, and there aren't any surprises when we decide to finally make love."

"Most teenagers talk about having sex," Kurt said.

"I don't know if you've noticed, but we're not most teenagers," Blaine smiled. "Now, dance with me."

The two boys danced together through several more songs, until finally, Kurt pulled away. "I gotta go," he said. "I'm going to need to stop for gas."

"Come back tomorrow?" Blaine asked. "Parents will still be out of town, and I need help on my French homework."

"Uh-huh. You want more French kissing," Kurt countered.

"Probably," Blaine agreed. "But I really do need help with my conjugation."

"I'll be here," Kurt promised. "I'll see you tomorrow." He kissed Blaine one last time, shouldered his messenger bag, and headed for the door. Blaine followed him down the stairs, and out to his Navigator, waiting until the engine was started and the vehicle warming.

"Bye," he said. He wouldn't kiss Kurt outside his house for his parents' sake. In their affluent neighborhood, it wasn't seen as appropriate for gay teenagers to kiss on their parents' driveway. And his parents were having enough trouble dealing with him and Kurt being together, without reports from his parents' friends that he'd been 'inappropriate' in their house. "I love you."

"Bye," Kurt smiled. "I love you." He blew Blaine a kiss from inside the vehicle, then drove off. He was debating crossing a line with himself that evening when he got home, doing something he'd never done before, just wanting to ease the ache Blaine caused in him. Lost in thought, he forgot to stop in Blaine's town for fuel, and made it to the outskirts of Lima before the low fuel light came on. Combined with his full bladder, he decided to stop at the truck stop….

Within minutes of Kurt leaving, Blaine's cell phone rang. "Hello, Mom," he said, answering the phone.

"Blaine, darling, did you have that boy over again?" Maria Anderson asked. "Mrs. Caine called me to say she'd seen that showy vehicle in our driveway again."

Blaine sighed. "Mom, Kurt's been coming over to do homework with me while you're away. This is a big house to be nearly alone in for days on end. But he's left for the night. I respect you and Dad, and your rules. Kurt and I would never do anything like you're thinking here in your house."

"So you save that for his house?"

"Mom, Kurt and I are dating, yes, but that's it. We're not doing anything you wouldn't approve of, anywhere. I swear."

"I still don't like it. I don't want him over at our house anymore."

"Well, he's coming over tomorrow," Blaine said. "I'm struggling in French and need his help. He's been tutoring me."

"Well, don't let him stay long, and don't you even think about kissing him in our driveway, or where any of our neighbors can see. Do you understand me?

"Yes, Mom," Blaine said. "We'll finish my French homework, work in the studio for a bit on some choreography for our next competition, and then he'll leave. Is that fair?"

"I suppose if you've already made plans, and you need help with your French, that I cannot say no. Just, keep in mind how it looks when you and another young man are alone in our home."

"We're hardly alone. Cora is here, or have you forgotten." The housekeeper. She'd been staying in the guest room while Mr. and Mrs. Anderson were out of town. But what Blaine's parents didn't realize was that the Hispanic woman doted on Kurt and would have let them spend the night together had they but asked.

"I haven't forgotten. And I'll be asking for her report as well when we get home on Monday. I love you, Blaine. I just wish you'd make different choices."

"I understand," Blaine said. "This is who I am. I'm sorry if that bothers you, but this is who I am. And Kurt and I are as discreet as possible, without giving up seeing each other completely. I love you, Mom. I'll see you Monday."

"See you Monday, darling," Maria said. She disconnected the line, and Blaine laid back on his bed, shaking his head. He hoped Kurt's drive home was going well.

After everything that happened, when Kurt arrived home, it was after curfew, but a shout of "Sorry, Dad, had to stop for gas!" had Burt leaving him alone. Kurt breathed a sigh of relief as he locked himself in his bedroom and stripped off his clothing, tossing the designer items in the back of his closet into a pile on the floor. He scrubbed his body until the hot water ran out, pulled on old sweatpants, wrapped himself in towels, and dove under his duvet. He cried himself to sleep.

Kurt begged off from breakfast with the family, citing too much homework. Then, he headed for Blaine's. He knew what he had to do.

Now, back to our regularly scheduled chapters. Except that they have no regular schedule whatsoever. Blaine's trip home comes next, but I may wait a few days for that one...