Sorry it took so long to get this posted! I honestly don't know why it took me so long to write. I have midterms next week, so the next update might be a bit slow, too. :/

Also, huge huge huge thank you to Jackie (muchacha11) for the beautiful artwork inspired by this fic, which you can find on her blog on Tumblr. 3

In the reviews, someone told me that the two weeks quote was actually from Dear John. In the interest of full disclosure, I haven't seen either movie, and a friend of mine had said it was from The Notebook. So, you know, mock me at will.

"No, you can't call it fucking; they'd be making sweet love!"

As it turned out, they did have opinions on the Kurt and Blaine Sex Situation.

"God, Wes, now I'm thinking about Blaine fucking someone. There's just… no. There is just no way," Nick said, shaking his head.

"There's a distinction?"

"There is definitely a distinction."

David sighed, rubbing his temple. "Before this gets too awkward and inappropriate, can we just be clinical about it? You know, since we're clearly discussing this and Kurt and Blaine are our friends—"

"When you say clinical," Jeff asked, "are we going to be saying rectum?"

"Oh my god," Wes commented, shaking his head. He frowned up at the clock, rubbing the back of his neck. "So, where is that pizza guy? It's taking forever!"

"I see you over there, trying to change the subject," Jeff commented.

"I am not talking about rectums."

"I'm feeling Wes on this one," Nick said.

"Thankfully not literally," Jeff put in brightly.

David sighed and mumbled, "No, Mom, my friends and I have quiet study evenings, and we never talk about our friends' sex lives, I swear."

"What is life without a little gossip, David?" Nick asked. "And they love each other, so really it was an inevitability."

"Unless Blaine said no," Jeff put in.

"He didn't say no!" Nick insisted. "Wes, David? Thoughts?"

"I don't see any reason why he would say no," David said.

Wes blinked. "Keeping in mind that David ships Kurt and Blaine harder than Kurt and Blaine do."

"Ship?" Jeff asked.

"It basically means he likes them as a couple," Wes said with a sigh.

"Oh," Nick said. "Well, we all do that."

"True," Wes conceded. "But out of all of us, David probably does most."

"You say as if you don't have a secret shrine to Kurt and Blaine in your closet," Jeff said. "I know I do."

"Isn't that called Kurt and Blaine's stuff?" Nick asked.

"Hush, you," Jeff said, glancing at the clock. "No, seriously, the pizza guy should have called us down by now. He's probably lost."

"You could go down there and see if you can find him," David suggested.

"I'm not going alone," Jeff said. "It's dark outside."

"Are you afraid of the dark, Jeff?" Nick teased.

"No, it's just cold and dark and because you said that, Nick, you get to come with me."

Nick sighed and held out his arms for Jeff to help him stand up. "Boot up the Wii while we're gone," he said.

"Sure," Wes said, watching them leave.

"I'm really not sure that their relationship is a hundred percent healthy," David remarked once the door had closed.

"Jeff and Nick?" Wes asked. "No, maybe not. But they seem alright with it."

"They'll never be able to have girlfriends."

"They have each other for that, I suppose."

"Right."

The Mario Kart screen had come up and both boys sat through a few minutes of wanting to dance to the oh so catchy title screen music before Wes caved and declared that they were starting without Nick and Jeff.

They got through a grand prix and a half before they returned with the pizzas.

"Motherfucker!"

"Language, Wesley," Jeff said as he entered the room. Setting the pizzas down on the desk, he added, "You keep using that type of language and I'll take away your pizza privileges."

"Okay then, Mr. Six Auditions and Counting," Wes replied with a grin.

"Rude."

"Anyways, did you see what he did?"

"What did he do?" Nick asked, grabbing a slice of pizza and pulling a pepperoni slice off of it.

"I was in first, and I was about to cross the finish line, and David over here throws a blue shell. And so neither of us won the race. Who does that?"

"David does," Nick said, "obviously."

David chuckled, leaning over to high-five Nick.

"Starting without you!" Wes announced.

"Oh right! We came here to talk about sex!" Jeff yelled, gesturing dangerously with a slice of pizza in his hand.

"Actually, I came here to play Mario Kart," Wes put in, "and I also live here, but same difference, right?"

"Exactly," Jeff said. "Mario Kart, residency, sex… it's all the same, really. So, the consensus was that Blaine agreed, right?"

"Probably," Wes said.

"See, see, even Wes admits it," Nick said. "They're in love."

"They are, but that connection was a jump," Wes said, glancing away from the television to give Nick an odd look.

"Speaking of jump, you just fell off of Rainbow Road," David said. "Eyes on the prize, Wes."

"But the more pressing issue here is who would be the, ahem, pitcher," Jeff announced.

David snorted and in his surprise drove his kart off of the side of the road.

"Eyes on the prize, David," Wes remarked.

"Haha," he replied, sparing another glance at Jeff. "Why do you care so much?"

"I have an attachment to them," Jeff said. "I'm curious about everything that is Kurt and Blaine's relationship, including the Sex Situation."

"It's creepy."

"Well, you can say that after you've spent a few months trying to do your homework and ending up getting distracted because your roommates are cuddling and it's super cute."

"Wait, you watch them cuddle?" Nick asked.

"Yeah, but I mean, it's not like—"

"I have a thought. Who's the big spoon?"

"Kurt, usually. I think it's the wings," he said with a shrug.

"Also, Blaine's a bit shorter," Wes added.

"A bit?" Jeff snorted.

"He's not really that short, Jeff," David said.

Jeff nodded. "Just keep telling yourself that," he said.

"Jeff's trying to start a Napoleon complex in Blaine or something," Nick said. "Won't work, though. Blaine's too nice."

"Anyways, you're thinking Kurt'll top, then?"

Nick shrugged. "I mean, it could happen. Physically, it might be easier. I don't know. I don't think about that, really, but I think that they're going to talk about it before it actually happens, you know?"

"Emotions over physicality, is what you're saying?"

"Definitely," Nick said. "And I can't be more specific than that. I have no idea what goes on in their heads."

"Probably a good thing, too, I mean, Blaine does have—Wes, swerve!" Jeff called out.

Heeding Jeff's suggestion, Wes swerved, sending him flying off the edge of the track.

"Totally fell for it!" Jeff grinned. "I did not expect that."

"This race is taking forever," Nick whined. "I just want to play Mario Kart."

"Maybe if Wes stops crashing and falling all the time," Jeff said, shaking his head in mock disapproval.

"No respect," Wes sighed. "Can you believe this, David?"

As the game sounded to signify that David had come in second, he nodded. "Yeah," he said, "I think I can."

Nick grinned, grabbing a Wii remote from the desk and throwing himself onto the bed next to David. "We are playing the Star Cup now. I will make Maple Treeway my bitch."

Almost a week had passed since Kurt had brought up the topic of sex with Blaine, and Blaine had yet to say anything one way or the other.

Whenever Kurt tried to approach the issue, Blaine would always stop him and simply say, "I have a plan." He had taken it to mean that, true to his usual style, Blaine was trying to plan it so that it would be as romantic as possible. After some thought, a cynical part of his mind was starting to worry that Blaine's 'plan' was to put it off indefinitely because he didn't want to have sex with Kurt but didn't want to say so. Realistically, he knew that Blaine would have told him if he didn't want to have sex, but still, not knowing was slowly killing him.

It wasn't a decision he had come by lightly, either. Even though Blaine might have thought that while they watched crappy daytime television it occurred to him that there was something else they could to do be close to each other or entertain themselves, but it had not. He had been thinking about it for a while, and he had finally decided that he was done acting like it wasn't something he thought about.

Obviously, it was something that he had known about for several years. Sex was an inevitability, had been and would be for as long as he had wings, and he had been graciously given the right to not only consent to it but also to choose when it happened. If anyone but Blaine had chosen him, then he would not have had that option.

And, of course, he knew that Blaine would never pressure him. If he never mentioned it, Blaine wouldn't, either. Blaine would gladly sit around and smile in spite of his blue balls for potentially years if it meant that Kurt was happy, and he knew it. That was one of the reasons he loved Blaine: he respected Kurt, and he had from the very start.

That was what had gotten him thinking about it in the first place; he loved Blaine. He loved Blaine enough to put up with the way he stuck his foot in his mouth half the time he talked; to put up with his crazy roommate and said roommate's equally insane best friend. He loved Blaine so much that it hurt sometimes. When they kissed, he sometimes got an overwhelming feeling of how right it was and how he wanted to never stop because when he kissed Blaine he felt completely and utterly safe. When they inevitably pulled away or, on occasion, stopped because one or both of them was getting too into it, he had to ask himself why. They were young and in love, so why not?

The words 'completely and forever' echoed in his mind. Blaine had the intention of loving him forever, and he wanted to love Blaine forever. When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with someone, you want the rest of your life to start right away. Having sex sounded like a pretty good first step. There was a closeness, an intimacy to sex that was unlike any other and he couldn't imagine ever doing that with anyone but Blaine.

He wasn't sure when exactly he had made the decision that he needed to have sex with Blaine, but somewhere along the line between whispered assurances and daydreams about forever and accidental, embarrassing hard-ons during make out sessions, Kurt realized that if he didn't have sex with Blaine, he might actually die.

Kurt was stuck in quite possibly the thousandth inner monologue about why he needed to have sex with Blaine when the door opened to reveal the very same boy that had been occupying his mind more and more with each passing day.

"Blaine," he said, looking up with a grin, which fell as soon as he saw the serious look on his boyfriend's face. "Blaine?"

"Kurt," Blaine replied, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"What's wrong?" he asked, a million possibilities running through his head. Whatever it was that Blaine was about to say, he knew that it wasn't going to be anything good.

"I heard that Nick and Jeff told you about what happened with me and Jeremiah," he said.

A shock went down Kurt's spine. He had intended to tell Blaine that he knew; he really had. Part of him was just sort of putting it off because he knew that it wasn't great of him to go behind Blaine's back to try to find out. "I'm sorry, I just—"

"Why didn't you just ask me?" he asked, a look of hurt in his eyes.

"You wouldn't have told me," Kurt said.

"Why do you think that?"

Kurt blinked, hesitating. "It… I knew that something had happened to you in the past but you never said anything to me about it, so—"

"Was it that obvious?" Blaine asked.

"What?"

"Was it that obvious that I'd had a bad experience with a guy in the past?"

Kurt sighed before answering. If he was going to be admitting his sins to Blaine, he might as well try to get it all out there. "The first day we were here, I heard Jeff say something to you about how it was good that you were happy again and—"

"So what you're saying is that you were eavesdropping?"

"Why are you so upset about this?" Kurt asked. Blaine was usually so polite; he wasn't one to interrupt anyone, even if he had something that he needed to say. He had known that Blaine wouldn't exactly react well to this, but he hadn't expected this.

"Because right now it really seems like you don't respect me," Blaine said, his voice lowering and sounding a bit defeated.

"Blaine, no, no… what do you mean? I love you and I respect you so much."

"Then why didn't you just ask me?"

"I didn't want to upset you!"

"So you thought that going behind my back and asking Nick and Jeff without so much as saying a word to me about it would make it better?" he asked. His voice was raised a bit now, not shouting, but definitely harsher than Kurt had ever heard it.

"I don't know," Kurt said. It took everything in his power not to pull his wings around him and possibly even take them into his hands just to pull them tighter, snugger, safer around his body. He had no idea what to do. He had always been under the impression that if he misbehaved, he would face punishment, he would learn his lesson, and it would be done and done. But that wasn't happening. "I just wanted to know."

"You just wanted to know. Okay." Blaine's voice was tired again, and he let out a long sigh. "Then ask me. Kurt, I'm never going to get upset with you for asking me a question, okay?"

"Okay," Kurt replied. He wanted to say something else, but he wasn't sure what to say.

"I love you, Kurt, you know that, right? And that I want this to work out between us in the long run? Not just now, or the next few years, but, really, honestly, for as long as we possibly can be together? Leave Ohio way behind us and run off to, like, San Francisco or something where nobody will even think twice about seeing two guys—one of them with wings, no less—walking down the street holding hands and settle down and have kids and a dog or maybe a cat because you seem like a cat person?"

"I want that too, Blaine."

"Then we need to be able to have questions about each other and ask them. Even if we're scared that it'll upset the other."

"I promise to always go to you first," Kurt said quickly. "I never meant to upset you, I'm so sorry."

"It's not just… you understand that goes both ways, right?"

"W- what?" Kurt asked, his brows furrowing.

"Until now, we have pretty much been on even ground concerning each other's lives before we met," Blaine explained.

Kurt blinked, opening his mouth then closing it again, trying to figure out how to say what he wanted to say without making Blaine upset.

"I know what you're thinking," Blaine said. "But please just bear with me for a moment." He looked at Kurt for a second, as if waiting for permission to proceed; even when he was upset with Kurt, he was still ever the gentleman. When Kurt blinked, he started, "I know about your parents and how worried you are about your dad. You know that I have a…" he paused, looking for the right word, "strained relationship with my father. I know that you have been up for grabs in a godforsaken facility since you were nine. You know that I've been at Dalton for about two years since," he blinked, "since an unfortunate night at my old school."

He paused as they both flashed back to a night where Kurt had started ripping at his feathers because the world sucked and people make assumptions about me, about us without knowing anything and how do you handle their stares and glares? And Blaine had grabbed Kurt's hands to stop him and they wrapped their arms around each other and he just started talking as he stroked Kurt's face, telling him story after story. Once Kurt had asked him in a quiet voice how he could be so brave, before he knew what he was even saying, he started telling Kurt that story and how he had ran and how he wasn't brave, Kurt was.

The memory of the night with whispered reassurances and stories paired with the frustration he was feeling was making Blaine tear up. "I've tried to be an open book for you, Kurt. If you ever wanted to know anything, I'd tell you. Half the time you wouldn't even have to ask, I'd just tell you. I don't know anything about you, really, aside from what you told me about your parents.

"I don't really know about anything that happened to you between then and when we met. I don't know how bad things were for you, I don't know how scared you were, and how it affected you. I don't know, so my mind fills in the blanks for me. I have nightmares, Kurt, because I know that it couldn't have been good and what would have happened if it hadn't been me? What if some other guy had come and the rest of your life had been terrible and I wouldn't have even known.

"But I haven't asked, Kurt, because I know that no matter how bad it hurts for me to try to imagine it, I know that you had to live it and I don't want to have to make you relive that."

Kurt stared at him, his mouth held slightly open as he tried to process what Blaine was saying enough to respond.

"And I'm not saying that it's bad for you to want to know or ask stuff about me or my past—always ask. I just want to know, right now, that if I were to ask you, you'd tell me."

"Of course I would, Blaine," Kurt said, his voice thick with tears that Blaine hadn't fully realized were there until now.

"Alright," Blaine said, standing up. He rubbed the back of his neck as he turned away. "That's all I needed to know."

"You're leaving?" Kurt asked, his voice that same one that always made Blaine want to pull Kurt into his arms and protect him from the world. Except right now it wasn't the world that was making Kurt upset.

"I can't… I can't stay right now, Kurt, okay?" he said with a sigh. "And I… I'm not going to turn around and comfort you right now."

"Okay," Kurt said. "I don't think I really expected you to. You don't always have to."

"Except I do, Kurt, I really do. I always end up comforting you and I don't even care, because you're the love of my fucking life!"

He left the room then, already regretting some of the things he'd said but knowing he couldn't own up to it yet.

Kurt was still laying on his side in bed when the door opened.

"Hey, Kurt, have you seen—oh, oh. Is everything okay?"

He looked up to see Jeff frowning down at him. Not really caring what Jeff thought at that moment (hell, he had just walked in to see Kurt crying alone in bed, there wasn't much going downhill from there), he pouted, saying, "No. Everything is terrible."

"Should I find Blaine?" Jeff asked.

"I'm the love of Blaine's life," Kurt said.

"Yeah," he agreed. "He really loves you. But, like, should I find him for you?"

"He's mad at me," he offered. "Because I went to you and Nick instead of him about Jeremiah. He is extremely upset with me. And when he left he was still mad, and he told me I was the love of his life and that's not how something like that is supposed to come up."

"Oh," was all Jeff could think to reply.

"Yeah," Kurt agreed, sighing.

Jeff frowned. "Kurt, I like you. And I'm sure when I say that, you hear, 'You're a good boyfriend for Blaine.' But that's not what I said."

Kurt looked up at him curiously.

"And from what I gather, this is partially my fault," he said.

"It's not," Kurt said. "It was all me. You just answered my question."

"Sure," Jeff said, not at all convinced. "Obviously I can't do anything to fix what happened between you two. But mark my words, he'll come around, 'cause I'm sure you apologized—you're an apologizer, Kurt, you know that?—and Blaine is head over heels for you. But I still wanna do something for you."

"Oh?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah," he affirmed. "We're going to Wal-Mart."

"Wal-Mart?"

"Nothing heals wounds like a good trip to the Wal-Mart."

"Here," Jeff said, pulling out a shopping cart and holding it still, "get in."

"Why?" Kurt asked, looking at it. "I'm not a little kid or a Wal-Mart product."

"It's super fun, though," Jeff argued. "And I want you to have fun."

"I can't," he replied.

Jeff frowned, his mouth falling slightly open. Today was going to be an exercise in how attached he had become to Kurt over the past few months and he knew it. He couldn't let Kurt know he was upset by it, though. "Are you going to be like this all day?" Jeff asked. "'Cause right now you're being a bit of a downer."

"I was perfectly fine where I was," Kurt argued.

"Oh, right. I lay in bed and sob when I'm perfectly fine, too, my bad." Jeff sighed, frowning as he looked between Kurt and the cart. Looking up at Kurt abruptly, he came to a decision and moved around the shopping cart to Kurt. "I honestly wanted to do this the easy way."

"What are you talking abo—Jeff Sterling, put me down right now!"

"I'm trying to help you!" Jeff said. "And this is super hard because you have wings and I don't want to crush them or anything but lifting you is hard enough but now you are struggling and this is extremely inconvenient!"

"You could just put me down."

"Friends don't let friends walk when they can ride in a shopping cart!" Jeff said.

After a bit more struggling, Kurt finally relented and got into the cart on his own.

"People are staring," he commented.

"Well," Jeff reasoned, "Nick says you're quite pretty."

"Because I can always trust Nick's judgement."

"If it helps, Nick also thinks I'm pretty."

"That definitely helps, thank you, Jeff."

They fell into a companionable silence as Jeff navigated through the aisles of the Wal-Mart, occasionally stopping to inspect something and once in the candy aisle to pick up some assorted chocolate bars.

"Okay, I give," Kurt said. "What are we doing here?"

"Shopping, I suppose," Jeff said, shrugging.

"Why?"

"Because it's what I do when I'm bored or upset," Jeff said. "And besides, Wal-Mart can be an adventure of its own."

"How?" Kurt asked, frowning. It didn't really appear to be anything special.

"Like this," Jeff said, speeding into a run down the empty aisle.

"Oh my god, we are going to crash into that DVD bin, we are going to crash, what are you—"

Suddenly, they jerked to a halt just before reaching the aforementioned DVD bin.

"Why did you do that?" Kurt cried, looking back at Jeff, frowning.

"Because it's exhilarating!" Jeff replied brightly. "Your heart's going crazy right now, right?"

Kurt nodded.

"It's an adventure. It seemed dangerous, right? But in reality I had the situation under control."

"What if someone had come out of one of those aisles?" Kurt asked.

"We would have died."

"Cheery."

"Very."

They had been at the Wal-Mart for an hour and a half and Jeff had yet to manage to even make Kurt crack a smile. He had tried everything he could think of. He had pointed out odd Wal-Mart goers, had told Kurt stories about the Warblers (though he had been cautious to avoid mentioning Blaine) and even his childhood, but nothing so far had helped. At this point, it was just becoming more and more upsetting to him to not be able to help Kurt.

Kurt had requested a trip to the bathroom, and Jeff figured at this point it was the least he could do.

He pulled out his phone, figuring that if anyone could help him feel better, it would be Nick.

"I feel bad, Nick, and you should, too," Jeff said in lieu of a greeting as soon as his friend answered.

"Why?" he asked, frowning.

"Kurt and Blaine had a fight because we told Kurt about Jeremiah," he explained.

"Oh, I guess that would explain why Blaine is sulking," he said, frowning. "Did they break up?"

"I don't think so… I hope not? Or, how 'bout this, I mean, usually I don't tell people they're the love of my life if I'm breaking up with them." He paused. "Wait, did you say Blaine is sulking?"

"I did," Nick affirmed. "But what's that about the love of someone's life?"

"Oh thank goodness Blaine is upset. I couldn't handle it if he wasn't a wreck right now—not that I want Blaine to hurt or anything, I just… Anyways, love of his life. Right. Apparently Blaine told Kurt he was the love of his life. Not sure where that fits in in a fight, really, but their relationship is nothing if not abnormal, eh?"

"How's Kurt doing?"

"He's been in the bathroom for ten minutes, though he's probably not pooping."

"That sucks," Nick sighed. After a moment where he was sure he heard Jeff sigh over the background noise of wherever he was, he added brightly, "But it sounds to me like they're both pretty torn up about it. Chances are they'll be back together by the end of the day."

"You think so?" Jeff asked.

"I hope so, anyways," Nick said.

"Oh, there's Kurt. Thanks for comforting me."

"No problem, man," he said. Grinning, he added, "You're the love of my life."

Jeff chuckled. "Hey now, hold your horses. We're not fighting," he said, "But yeah, see you later."

Once Jeff had returned Kurt to Dalton and (after much insisting that he could leave on Kurt's part) left to go find Nick, Kurt spent the rest of the day laying in bed and waiting for Blaine to return. He didn't.

By the time Blaine returned to their room the next morning, Kurt was still in bed, lying on his back with his eyes closed but facing up to the ceiling.

"Um, hi," he said nervously, looking down at the bed.

"I'm sleeping," Kurt replied.

"You can't sleep on your back," Blaine answered immediately, sitting down on the edge of the bed, reaching over and gently running his fingers over the brown feathers of Kurt's wing.

"For all you know, Blaine, I'm practicing," Kurt said. "I always seem to end up on my back with you." There was a smirk on his face that Blaine could tell he was trying to hold back.

Blaine didn't say anything for a moment, just watched Kurt breathing in and out. "Have you been here since I left?" he finally asked.

Kurt shook his head, his eyes still stubbornly closed. "Jeff took me to Wal-Mart yesterday."

"He didn't."

"He did," Kurt affirmed.

There was a long pause before Blaine said, "I'm sorry."

"Something tells me that you're not just apologizing about Jeff taking me to Wal-Mart," Kurt commented.

The only answer to Kurt's question was silence.

Kurt took a deep breath. "Are you still mad at me? Because if you are, I might actually try to sleep because I don't want to fight with you," Kurt said, his voice the same vulnerable one that before that morning Blaine hadn't heard since the first week he had spent with Kurt.

Blaine blinked. "I'm not mad at you," he said after a moment. "Didn't I just say sorry?"

"I'm sorry," Kurt said. "I really sh—"

"No," Blaine cut him off, shaking his head. "You should not have to be sorry. And besides, I repeat, didn't I just say I was sorry?"

"What reason do you have to be sorry?" Kurt asked.

"I overreacted," he said.

"No you didn't," he replied. "You had a right to be upset."

"Will you look at me?" Blaine asked.

Kurt opened his eyes, looking curiously up at Blaine.

"Thank you," he said. "We're okay, right?"

Kurt's answer was immediate. "Of course we are."

"Can we cuddle?"

"Is that a question?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

Blaine shrugged, smiling as he moved towards Kurt. There was one inconvenient thing to having a boyfriend with wings, he decided. Whereas other people could just turn their significant other on their side, Blaine always took special care to lift Kurt and move his wings so they didn't get tugged or pulled awkwardly.

Once they were both lying on their sides facing each other, Blaine leaned forward and pressed a quick but firm kiss to Kurt's cheek. "I really am sorry."

"I still don't understand why you're sorry when you are the wronged party."

Blaine sighed. "I just… it's hard to explain, but I just… I think I got mad at you because I was scared and I get that I shouldn't have been, but I just really love you, you know?"

"I… what?" Kurt asked, frowning. "Scared of what?"

Blaine sighed. "Upon further inspection, I realize that it was silly. But I just… I was thinking about the series of events in the past few weeks. I mean, just… I didn't know it at the time, but you had just found about the fact that I have this great big terrible love life, and then shortly after you come to me saying you want to have sex with me, it just…"

"That's not what it was about at all, baby, I swear," Kurt whispered, leaning forward and lightly nuzzling his face against Blaine's.

Blaine let out a loud exhale that was almost a laugh. "I get that now," he said. "But you get what I'm saying, right?"

Kurt nodded slowly. "I think I do," he said.

"I mean, I had just gotten past thinking that you were doing this because you feel obligated to—"

"I would never," Kurt said quickly. "I'm not a thing to be had."

Blaine smiled. "I know you're not," he said. "And I'm so glad you know that, too. But, I mean, you still have these little habits, these quirks… I don't think they'll ever go away completely." He sighed. "But this morning I found out that you knew about what happened with Jeremiah, and part of me just thought oh, that explains it. I thought you, like, felt bad for me or something."

"You didn't actually think that, did you?" Kurt asked, frowning.

"I…"

"Blaine," he whispered, reaching out to hold his boyfriend's face and kiss him, mumbling against his lips between quick, fervent kisses, "I love you so much, so so much, and if we have sex you better believe me when I say it's because I love you and you love me and not because some asshole cheated on you or because some assholes said I should have sex with the guy who bought me. We are better than that. Our first time—I say first because you aren't getting rid of me anytime soon—is going to be romantic as shit."

"Sounds romantic," Blaine murmured, smiling against Kurt's lips. "Are you sure we can manage that?"

"I have faith in you," Kurt said with a laugh, moving his hand down to wrap his arm back around Blaine's waist.

"I'm not very good at romance, though," he said.

Kurt chuckled, shaking his head. "The best part is that you're serious."

"What?" Blaine asked.

"Maybe it's my admittedly very small frame of reference, but if you ask me, you're the king of romance," he explained.

Blaine smirked. "Well, I'll have you know, Kurt, that this is part of my master plan. I decided I'd get someone who has no idea what romance was like and then they'd think I was amazing at romance and they'd never leave."

"Really," Kurt said.

"Definitely. And it's working, right?"

Kurt laughed. "Well, I'm definitely not leaving, though I'm not sure that it's working."

"But, see, it already did work. Because you thought I was such a smooth, romantic guy that you fell completely in love with you."

"Completely and forever," Kurt said, almost silently, pressing his face into Blaine's shoulder and saying, "I'm so glad you're not mad at me anymore."

"Me too, honey, me too."

"Don't be offended if I fall asleep," Kurt said, his voice muffled by Blaine's shoulder. "it's just that your body is one of the nicest things I've ever slept against."

"That's a huge compliment," he said with a grin.

Kurt made a noise of agreement, pulling himself tighter against Blaine. "So tired."

Blaine didn't say anything else, just absentmindedly hummed to himself as he felt Kurt's breathing slow as he fell asleep.

I tried to keep them apart longer. I couldn't. I'm admittedly terrible at angst. Sorry!

Additionally, when I post the deleted scenes, among them will be an extended version of Kurt and Jeff's trip to the Wal-Mart and Blaine's first trip to Wal-Mart with Jeff. :)