"B-Blaine?" Kurt asked, rubbing his eyes so they could adjust to the morning sunlight.

Chandler looked at Kurt and then at Blaine, jealousy and anger building up inside of him. "The man you really wanted to wake up next to is here."

Blaine looked at Kurt with unmistakable glee. A goofy, but cool, smile appeared on his face at that statement. 'The man you really wanted to wake up next to is here.' Wow, Kurt wanted to wake up to Blaine and not Chandler. One Blaine, zero Chandler.

"You're right, now get the fuck out my house," Kurt snapped.

Chandler forced a smile and kissed Kurt's cheek before leaving. "Remember Blaine, I hit it first." And with that, Chandler was gone.

The look on Blaine's face after that statement was enough to kill Kurt a thousand times.

"You never hit this! Only in your dreams Chan!" Kurt yelled. He had to make Blaine see that Chandler was lying.

"Whatever Kurt, call me for the next party you want to go to because I know he can't take you," Chandler said before getting in his car and driving away.

Kurt pushed himself against a wall and slowly slid down to the floor and covered his eyes. "Shit!"

Blaine looked at him and sat down next to him, pulling him into his arms. Kurt wanted to push away but this is something that he has longed for with Blaine ever since they met.

"You probably hate me now," Kurt said softly, burying his head in Blaine's chest.

Blaine rubbed his back and kissed his head. "I could never hate you Kurt. But I want to ask you something."

Kurt looked up at him to stare in his gorgeous honey colored eyes. "Anything."

"Did you really want to wake up next to me?" a smile was playing on Blaine's lips as he asked the question.

Kurt blushed and looked away. "That's an obvious yes," Blaine chuckled.

"Can you blame me? We have this weird chemistry between us and we've only known each other for a week. But that kiss last night was something special," Kurt smiled.

Blaine beamed down at him. Kurt reached up to cup his face and pulled his lips towards his. For the second time in less than 12 hours, they kissed. This time it wasn't drunken or rushed. It was slow and passionate and full of want and need. Blaine put his hands on Kurt's waist and pulled him forward on his lap while Kurt's fingers were tangling themselves in his gel-free hair. After a few minutes, and a need for air, they pulled back.

"Sorry," Kurt muttered.

"For what?" Blaine asked, confused.

"That was an expectant kiss."

"Those are the best ones. Come on, let's get in the house," Blaine said. He helped Kurt up and got up himself.

Kurt grabbed his hand, closing the front door in the process, and led him up to his room.

"Kurt Hummel's room. I like," Blaine giggled.

"Shut up," Kurt smiled. He flopped on his bed and looked up at Blaine, who kicked his shoes and Letterman jacket off and jumped on the bed next to him.

"So this Chandler guy?"

Kurt sighed and sat up to gaze in Blaine's eyes. Blaine looked at him intently. Kurt grabbed his hand and started playing with his fingers.

"Chandler is, was, is my ex. He's the person I call when I want to go to a party and be able to make out with. Although he and I aren't together as an official couple, he makes me happy as if we are. Last night at the party he was on his jealous boyfriend shit when we kissed. If he had his way, you wouldn't be here right now. But he has good intentions and only wants what's good for me. I have to convince him that us, me and you, if this is going to be something serious, is what's good for me and that he can't be saying shit like 'he hit it first,' to you," Kurt explained.

"Did he hit it first?"

Kurt sighed and looked him in his golden eyes. "God no. He has never been inside me, I've never been in him. He has never blew me and I haven't blew him. He has however, given me a whack ass hand job."

Blaine gave him a confused look. "A 'whack ass hand job?'"

"Let me show you." Kurt let his hand go and pushed him down on the bed. He palmed Blaine's cock through his jeans and squeezed.

"Shit Kurt."

Kurt rolled his eyes and started stroking his cock in a fast motion through the jeans. Blaine's breath hitched and his eyes got wide.

"Did you….come…like this?" he panted out.

"Yup, but it was whack. I wanted an effective hand job. Skin on skin." Kurt let him go. "You don't have a change of clothes so I don't want to mess those up."

Blaine sat up and controlled his breathing. "So all he's good for is kissing?"

"And cuddling," Kurt shrugged.

Blaine looked at him with lustful eyes.

"Are you turned on?" Kurt asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Immensely," he murmured.

"Sorry," he sighed.

"It's fine. Um, so he was a good cuddlier and kisser?" Blaine was trying to change the subject to get his boner down.

"Yup, but after kissing you, you're way better."

"Well, let's see if I'm a better cuddlier than him," he smiled.

Kurt grinned and snuggled into his side. Blaine draped an arm around him and held him close, putting a leg between Kurt's.

"You can go back to sleep. When you wake up we can go on our date," Blaine said, kissing just below his ear.

"M'kay," Kurt yawned.

Kurt closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. Blaine smell amazing, like caramel and cinnamon and just like a man. Kurt was intoxicated by his scent.

"You smell amazing," Kurt mumbled.

"Thanks baby."

'Baby.' Are they together? Kurt has to know before he goes to sleep.

Kurt slowly rolled over so he was facing Blaine. "'Baby?'"

"Yes sweetie," he smiled at him.

"Are we together?"

"Is that what you want?"

Why couldn't he say yes or no? Damn, people are so difficult.

"Yes or no Blaine," he sighed.

Blaine chuckled and kissed Kurt. "Yes sweetheart."

Kurt beamed. "I can sleep happily now."

"Good."

Kurt buried his head in the crook of Blaine's neck and kissed it softly before closing his eyes and going to sleep. He now had a boyfriend that was the captain on the football team. How are they going to announce their relationship and keep Blaine safe from Karofsky?

Shit!