A/N- Sorry that I didn't upload this sooner D: Real life got in the way and then I swear I was going to do it but then the Darren Criss Sex Riot got in the way and I had to save every picture. Oops. Also I wated "8". Most inspiring thing ever. In the universe.

I've only got another 2 chapters written so far and they're not that great. I've had a severe case of writer's block, so I think I need to write out a plan of what's gonna happen.

Once again thankyou for the positive reviews, it REALLY means a lot to me that people actually have taken time to read this. thankyouthankyouthankou

Blaine had barely stepped out of the kitchen when he was being dragged up the stairs and into a room. He didn't have a chance to register which room he was in as Kurt's lips were against his with urgency and need.

"K-Kurt. What? Why?" Blaine managed to get out when he could breathe between kisses. Kurt's mouth moved from Blaine's down to his neck. He kissed the sensitive skin there a few times before pulling back and staring into Blaine's eyes. Kurt only needed four words to explain himself.

"I love you too"

That was all Blaine needed to hear. He smashed his mouth back against Kurt's, licking along his lower lip to gain access to Kurt's mouth. Kurt moaned into Blaine's mouth as his tongue made its way into the other boy's. They ended up on the bed, Kurt straddling Blaine's hips, their lips never not touching.

It was a few minutes before Blaine realised what was happening and what was most likely going to happen. He rolled Kurt off him and jumped out of the bed, moving towards the wall furthest away from Kurt. Blaine stood there, shaking, not saying a word. When Kurt had had a couple of seconds to establish what had just gone on, he slowly got up and walked over to the near-convulsing figure across the room.

"B-Blaine?" Kurt whispered breathlessly, the fear showing in his voice. Kurt reached a hand out to Blaine, who flinched away.

"I c-can't, Kurt. I-I-I-" Blaine fell onto the floor, wrapping his arms around his head and legs. He started to cry, hicupping after every one or two sobs. Kurt noiselessly slid down next to Blaine, pulling him into his chest to let him cry it out, whatever it was. Carole must've heard the thud of Blaine falling as she came up to see what it was. She caught Kurt's eye as she walked into the room, and she knew that this was no time to disturb them, glancing at the broken boy on the floor next to her step-son. Eventually, the sobs slowed down. Slowed down until they became quiet snores. Kurt gently carried Blaine over to his bed and lay him down, covering him with a blanket. Blaine let out a soft whimper, before cuddling up in the blanket. Kurt tip-toed out and took a deep breath whilst he walked down into the living room, where he was sure that his family were going to be staring at him. He was right. They were looking at him concerned. Well, Finn also looked confused, but that was normal. Kurt sank down into the sofa next to Carole, who pulled him in for a hug.

"Kurt." Burt said, and Kurt looked at him. He knew that his dad wanted to know what had happened. But where could he start? He couldn't exactly say that he had nearly had sex with Blaine. He opened his mouth, waiting for some words to come out and explaine the situation.

"Well, I-I.. He-.. We, um, kissed. And then got a bit more um..." Kurt searched for the right word "heated?" Burt's eyes widened and then narrowed, and he cocked an eyebrow.

"Did he try to take advantage of you, bud?"

"N-No" Kurt stuttered. 'Quite the opposite' he thought. "He suddenly pulled away and then broke down. I have no idea what happened. Honestly. I want to know, but he wasn't in any state, so I let him cry until he fell asleep. He's on my bed now, snoring away" Kurt smiled, remembering how peaceful Blaine looked, even with the furrowed brow, in his sleep.

"Ok. Well, someone better contact his parents, to let them know where he is. It's getting late and we don't want them going crazy with worry" Carole said softly. Kurt looked up at her; he hadn't even thought of that. He had no idea what Blaine's relationship was like with his parents. Were they ok with him? Did they know Blaine was gay? Did they know about Kurt? Millions of questions flew around in Kurt's mind, but he knew that it was better for him to do it, rather than his dad or Carole.

"I'll do it. His phone's probably in his coat." Kurt announced, getting up and walking to where Blaine's coat was by the door. Burt nodded, Carole smiled and Finn turned to the tv and put on a football game.

He searched through Blaine's pockets, inhaling the amazing scent that was on his jacket. It was so Blaine, and Kurt would recognise it anywhere. He found the cell and walked into the kitchen, where he hoped nobody could hear. He didn't want to make this anymore awkward. Kurt scrolled through the contacts until he found what he was looking for: Home. He sighed before pressing the call button. 'Here goes nothing' thought Kurt. The phone was picked up after a few rings and there was a happy, female voice on the other end.

"Hello?" said the woman

"Um, hi. Is this Blaine's mom?" This was the moment of truth. This woman was either going to still be cheery at the mention of her son, or hang up.

"Yes, it is. Who's speaking?"

"I'm Kurt. Blaine's boyf-" Kurt mentally cursed himself. "I mean, Blaine's friend"

"That sounded a bit like boyfriend" Mrs Anderson giggled. 'Oh thank God' thought Kurt. "Blaine's spoke about you a lot. He really should bring you over one day soon. Anyway, what was it you wanted to talk about? If it's Blaine you're looking for, then I'm afraid that he boards at Dalton, even at the weekends."

"Oh, sorry, I forgot he boards there. But no. Well it's just, Blaine's asleep in my bed" He heard Blaine's mom laugh again. "It's not what you think. He sort of, um, had a breakdown and wouldn't stop crying" Kurt finished that sentence quickly and heard a gasp on the other end.

"Oh, God. You weren't by any chance... kissing or getting 'intimate' were you?" Kurt froze, whilst mentally cringing at Mrs Anderson using the word 'intimate'.

"Well, yeah. Well, the kissing part anyway" Kurt said stiffly. Mrs Anderson sighed. What did she know about this?

"Well, I'm not going to tell you why what happened, happened. That's something for Blaine to tell you. But of course he can stay. Thankyou for letting me know. It was nice to talk to you, I hope we'll be meeting you soon. Goodnight, Kurt."

"Goodnight, Mrs Anderson"

"Bye, sweetie" And the line clicked.

Kurt collapsed into one of the chairs. On the plus side, Blaine's parents (well, his mom at least) knew about him and Blaine. Negatives? Something had happened to Blaine, and his family knew about it. Kurt needed to know. Partly from curiosity, but primarily because if it was going to happen everytime that went on and Kurt had no idea why, then it was seriously going to ruin them.

Kurt walked back up to his room after putting the phone back where in Blaine's coat, saying goodnight to his family, who were obviously still curious about what the phone conversation went like, but as they saw that Kurt wasn't having a panic attack, they decided to leave it.

Kurt creaked open his door, to see that Blaine was still asleep. He grabbed some pyjamas and went into the bathroom to get ready for bed. While he was moisturising, he had time to think over everything. He was glad he did, because it meant that when he stepped out of the bathroom and walked over to his bed, he had a clearer mind. He lay down next to Blaine as gently as possible so he didn't disturb him, but Blaine shuffled and rolled over, ending up with his head against Kurt's chest. Kurt didn't mind. He snuggled down and made himself comfortable, before falling asleep against the person he loved.