Blaine's mouth was delicious. And it didn't taste like burgers like Brittany had told him once… why was he thinking of Brittany? Kurt tightened his fingers in Blaine beautifully coarse curls and practically moaned. His back hit the door. How did that happen? One of Blaine's hands squeezed Kurt's ass. Oh fuck, what did he care how it happened? Blaine's tongue was in his mouth and… yeah, that was definitely a moan Blaine let out. The last person he'd heard moaning was Brittany, and that hadn't been very fun for Kurt.

Fuck! He was thinking of Brittany again.

Blaine's other hand slid down Kurt's side and to his stomach.

"Ow!" Blaine yelped as he hit the ground.

"Oh fuck, Blaine. I'm so sorry." Kurt gasped and knelt down to him. "Are you okay? Blaine? Are you hurt? I have painkillers and bandaids, are you bleeding? I'm so sorry, Blaine. I really am. I'm sor…"

"Kurt!" Blaine interrupted with a yell. "Shut up." Kurt's mouth snapped shut. "Thank you, giliw." One of Blaine's hands cupped Kurt's face. "Why am I on the floor?"

"I… pushed you." Kurt admitted and blushed.

"And you did that… why? Did you not want me to kiss you? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. It's just, I thought that's what you meant about 'saying goodnight' and…" His hand left Kurt's face and the coolness that replaced it was almost unbearable.

"Blaine!"' Kurt interrupted, now Blaine was rambling. "Stop, no, I wanted you to kiss me. I like you… I like you so much. I… you like me right? That's why we're here? That's what you meant?"

"It is…" Blaine nodded quickly. "I do like you." He cupped Kurt's face again. "I like you quite a bit." He pulled Kurt closer, pressed their lips together again. "I could kiss you forever."

Kurt hummed happily. "Me too." He kissed him again.

Blaine pulled away gently. "And we will, after you tell me why I'm on the floor."

He blushed. Why did he do that? Blaine was probably pissed. "I don't know… I just…" Kurt looked away.

"Hey… hey…" Blaine pulled his face back so he was looking at him. "It's okay. I don't appreciate being thrown on the floor, but… well… I'm kind of too happy about you liking me back to care right now. So, how about you help me up and we can talk about it?"

"That'd be perfect." Kurt said and sighed a breath of relief. Blaine wasn't mad at him!

He pulled the curly haired man up and they sat on the steps. "So… Kurt, any idea why we went from making out against the door, which was really nice by the way, to me on the floor?"

"Well… I… I don't know. I kind of… panicked." Kurt admitted. His heart was still beating so fast. Blaine tilted his head and Kurt curled his fingers in a fist, digging his nails into his palms. He wanted to kiss Blaine again, but… they did need to talk before they did that again. A kind of giddy excitement shot through Kurt, they could do it again.

"And you panicked because… why?" Blaine asked and bit his lip. Kurt dug his nails in harder; he'd never been so envious of teeth before. "Was I moving too fast for you or something?" Kurt just stared at Blaine's mouth. Why did he have to be so beautiful? It was so hard to not kiss him now that Kurt had a taste. "Kurt, are you even paying attention to me?" His lips were redder than usual. Everything good was red. "Kurt!"

Kurt jumped. "What?"

"You're not listening to me." Blaine frowned. Damn, even that made his lips look good.

"I'm sorry." Kurt forced his eyes to close. "I'm sorry." He repeated. It was easier to think when he wasn't looking at Blaine.

"Okay… well… as I was saying; why did you panic? Was I moving too fast?"

Fast… Kurt remembered Blaine's hand on his stomach and the adrenaline still pumping through his system soured. Blaine's hand had been so warm but…

"Brittany." Kurt murmured.

"What?" Blaine asked.

Kurt risked looking at Blaine. "Brittany. Mary's mom. She's… I've only had sex twice… ever. Not just two people, two times." Kurt explained and ignored the blush heating his face. "I'm not… hell, Blaine, you're the first guy I actually remember kissing. The other one… I was too drunk to remember. I'm just guessing I actually had sex with… whoever it was." Kurt shrugged. "I woke up in the appropriate type of pain."

"Kurt?"

"I think I panicked because… because I haven't had the best experiences with… intimacy. My first time I get a girl pregnant, the second time I'm too drunk to remember. It's not exactly the best track record. So… I think that's why." Kurt hated explaining this. He'd only done it once before, to Mercedes, and it had sucked then too.

"Well…" Blaine nodded slowly. "That is… different from anything I was thinking." He bit his lip. "I had no idea. I just… really didn't."

Kurt looked away finally. "Yeah, well… I'm a stunted individual."

"No, it's not… we're twenty five, it's not that bad. I've only been with three people, and that first time… it wasn't so great. I still know some virgins our age too. You're not terribly far behind everyone." Blaine took Kurt's hand. "Most of us, but not everyone. You don't have to feel bad about it or worry. If… if we're together, which I really want, then… I won't be pushing you or anything."

Tension Kurt hadn't even known he had left him. "Thank you."

"No, what's really surprising me here is that… let me show you actually." Blaine fished his phone out of his back pocket. "You… a little while ago, called me at about… oh, three a.m. and left me a message."

"I did what?" Kurt asked. He had no recollection of this.

"I saved it on my voicemail because… well I was too embarrassed at first to try listening to it again and then I… I don't know. I just didn't want to delete it. Probably my subconscious being really pleased that you seemed to like me."

"Blaine, what are you talking about?" Kurt demanded.

"You, Kurt Hummel, drunk dialed me at your friend's wedding." Blaine said and held out his phone. "Take a listen."

"Blaine? Blaine? Are you there…? I can't hear you? Is your phone on mute? That's a funny word 'mute'. It sounds like 'cute'. Oh… cute. You're cute. Blaine… did you know you're cute? You're so fucking cute I kinda just wanna throw you down and maul your mouth. Oh… your mouth. I just thought of kissing you. I'm so horny now. I really want to kiss you and put my hands in that stupidly handsome curly hair. Oh! And your EYEBROWS! I wanna trace 'em. They're triangles. Did you know that? Hey, Blaine? Blaine? Why aren't you answering me? I don't like the silent treatment. Blaine! BLAINE! Fine! Don't talk to me. Stupid beautiful devil who doesn't talk to people. See if I ever talk to you again! Blaine? Blaine?" Then it was silent and the message was over. Kurt's mouth was hanging open.

"So you see why I'm a little surprised that you're so… not into doing things right now." Blaine took his phone back. "I was going to mention it to you when you got back but… you didn't seem to remember and I wasn't about to tell if it wasn't pertinent."

"I was so whiny." Kurt said just to say something.

"And impressively comprehensible considering how many sheets to the wind you must have been." Blaine nodded. He reached a hand out and cupped Kurt's cheek. "Can I kiss you again now, giliw? It's been way too long."

"Okay." Kurt said. And then Blaine's mouth was back on his and Kurt forgot to be embarrassed about his near virgin-ness and drunken idiocy. Blaine's mouth tasted so good.

But… Kurt pulled away. "Wait… I just have one more thing."

Blaine sighed. "What?"

"Why have you been so… distant this week?"

"Denial." Blaine answered. "Self-denial. Mel put it in my head that I might like you more than just a friend and, like I said, I need my stupid 'moments' to understand things. I was trying to convince myself it wasn't true, so I stayed away more than I probably would have. Can I kiss you again now, giliw?"

Kurt laughed and nodded. Blaine's mouth was on him in an instant, devouring his lips in the best way possible. "What does that mean?" Kurt asked between kisses. "I keep forgetting to ask."

Blaine pulled away again. "You're making this kissing thing very difficult you know." He shook his head, but he was smiling so Kurt figured it was probably alright. "It's a term of endearment. Technically I means something like 'beloved', which should have been a clue you know. But I've been using it more casually than I probably should have, as something like 'dear'. I… I've always liked the word, and it just sort of came out when I was talking to you."

"Okay." Kurt nodded. "That's it."

"Are you sure this time?"

To answer him Kurt leaned forward and captured his lips.

"Are you dating, kid?" Burt asked.

"No." Kurt answered. "I don't have time, what with Mary and my job. I don't meet new people."

Burt sighed. "That's a shame."

"You want me to date someone and potentially neglect my daughter?" Kurt asked and narrowed his eyes. Even if Burt couldn't see him over the phone he did it anyway.

"No, of course not, Kurt." Burt swore. "I just don't want you to go through life alone. I've never wanted that for you, kid."

"I'm not alone, Dad. I have Mary."

"That's…" He trailed off. "Okay then. Tell her Grandpa loves her alright?"

"Will do." Kurt nodded. "Listen, I gotta go Dad. Mary'll be out of dance practice in a minute."

"Alright, have a good day, Kurt."

"You too, Dad."

"Kurt, you gotta calm down. They'll think you're waiting for a bomb to go off or something." Blaine put a heavy hand on Kurt's shoulder to hold him down.

"I'm sorry if I'm excited. I haven't seen my baby in two weeks." Kurt glared over his shoulder at his boyfriend who just chuckled.

"You can be excited without checking your watch every two seconds and jumping like a crazy person." Blaine said evenly and wrapped an arm around Kurt from behind. "Now chill." He kissed Kurt's neck, just under his left ear and Kurt relaxed marginally. He'd thought Blaine was handsy before they started dating; he was even more so now. It was like he wasn't comfortable unless he was touching Kurt in some way.

"I'm sorry." Kurt apologized. "I'll keep my feet on the ground now."

"All the better for me to sweep them out from under you." Blaine murmured in his ear. "You smell really good right now."

"Thanks." Kurt as distractedly. Was that a flash of blond hair? He broke free of Blaine's grasp to check.

"You see her?" Blaine asked.

Yes! That was her! Kurt almost squealed like a teenage girl. Instead he just waved like one to get Mary's attention. After what felt like forever she noticed him and a giant smile spread over her tiny little face. She ran then, leaving her chaperon in the dust. "Daddy!" She jumped.

"Mary!" Kurt called and caught her in mid air. "Mary, I've missed you so much. I'm never letting you go again. Never." He spun her around. "Never."

"Daddy," Mary laughed. "I can't breathe."

"You don't need to breathe, you're home. Oh, Daddy missed you so much." He squeezed her one last time and then put her back on her feet. He kept one hand on her shoulder, after two weeks he needed to keep some kind of contact. How the hell did his own father deal with him leaving the state permanently?

"You're Mr. Hummel I presume?" The chaperone said. "I'll need to see some I.D." Kurt showed her his license. "Alright, you check out. Have a nice day."

"Bye Ginger." Mary waved.

"Thank you." Kurt nodded and then she was gone. He turned back to Mary. "So, how was your flight?"

"It was okay. Daddy? Why's Mr. Blaine here too?"

Kurt had forgotten Blaine was there at all.

"Hey, Mary." Blaine squatted down in front of her. "Can I have a hug?"

"Okay." Mary nodded and threw her arms around him. Blaine stood up while she clung on.

"And down now." Blaine wheezed and put her on the ground. "Okay, I need to go to the gym."

"Why're you here too, Mr. Blaine?" Mary asked.

"Well… I'm…"

"Mary, I have something to tell you." Kurt interrupted. He took Mary's hand. "You know how Mommy and Auntie Santana are dating?" Mary nodded. "Well… I've just started dating Mr. Blaine. Is that alright?"

Mary looked up at Blaine through narrowed eyes. Blaine fidgeted under her stare. Kurt had told him, in no uncertain terms, that if Mary had a real problem with them dating then they were over. He didn't think she would, but he wasn't about to jeopardize his daughter for a relationship. "Can I call you Uncle Blaine now then, instead of Mr. Blaine?" Mary asked. "'Cause you're dating Daddy now like Auntie Santana's dating Mommy. So that would make you my new uncle."

Blaine's eyebrows rose and Kurt burst out laughing. He looked ridiculous. "Sure… sure, Mary." He stammered.

"Good. Uncle Blaine, Daddy, can we go home now? I miss my bed." She grabbed both of their hands and tugged. "Please?"

"Of course, baby." Kurt said. "Let's go home."

AN: Ah, the ending. There's just the epilogue left. I hope you've all enjoyed this story.
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