EDIT: See chapter 1
The weekend was chaperoned, but they were kind of okay with that. They spent it cuddling on the Anderson's couch and listening to Blaine's mom tell them stories about Blaine and Cooper's childhood. Mr. Anderson joined in every once in a while, but mostly let his wife talk. Kurt finally went home after dinner, leaving Blaine with a kiss on the porch.
Sunday Kurt popped into the garage to help his dad and just bask in the man's presence. Blaine came over for dinner and stayed until Carole gently had to throw him out so he wouldn't miss curfew. They spent a good ten minutes making out against Blaine's car in the near darkness.
As he was lying down in bed, after their reinstated nightly skin routine on the phone, when his thoughts turned dirty and he found himself fighting the urge to slip his hand down the front of his pants. He rolled over and tried to turn his thoughts in another direction, but Blaine was usually the thing he used to distract himself from his thoughts, and that didn't exactly help THIS situation.
In fact, it made it worse.
Soon enough he found his hands slipping down, thoughts of Blaine automatically running wild in his head, pictures flashing before his eyes, memories replaying. The memory of their night in the car crashed over him and Kurt nearly lost it there, just remembering it. More memories, from further back, came pouring through his head, following everything they'd done together backwards until…
Kurt jerked his hand away, phantom pain flaring.
"Fuck," he whined and flopped back on his pillows, arousal already waning. "I thought I was over that already."
On Monday night Blaine finished his Christmas present for Kurt and, despite it only being mid-December, already started getting impatient about giving it to him. At least it was the LATTER half of the month. He managed to refrain from bringing it to school on Tuesday, which was just as well, that's when everything went crazy with the conflicting schedules for the holiday season. Blaine kind of forced it from his mind the minute glee was over, it wasn't his deal to think about right then. He was more excited about the next day, the much anticipated Wednesday.
Kurt accompanied him home and they did homework in Blaine's room for a while before it became making out on Blaine's bed. About an hour in his dad came knocking on the door and reminding him to keep it open. Reluctantly Blaine got up to fulfill the request, opening the door the required six inches and they settled back down to do more studying. That only lasted another twenty minutes before they were daring to make out even with the door open. What finally made them break apart for good was Kurt's need to get home for dinner. Blaine kissed him goodbye against his bedroom door and walked him out to his car, carrying Kurt's messenger bag for him. He liked being a little chivalrous sometimes; it made him feel like a good boyfriend.
"I'll see you tomorrow," Kurt whispered in his ear and ran a hand down his chest slowly, it too Blaine's breath away. "Talk later?"
"Of course." Blaine gave in, leaning in to kiss Kurt one more time before he absolutely had to go. They might have lingered a bit long, but when he asked later Kurt said he wasn't late getting home.
"So…" Kurt started when they were almost at the end of their nightly phone call skin routine.
Blaine twisted the cap of the moisturizer Kurt had picked out for him. "'So' what?"
"So tell me how I can't masturbate anymore because all I think about is the opening night of the play?" Kurt blurted out, almost too fast for Blaine to comprehend.
"What?"
"Don't make me say it again," Kurt whined and Blaine laughed at him a little.
"Sorry," he apologized quickly. "Just… you can't?"
"I think about that night and I hurt," Kurt admitted and Blaine could picture the blush.
"I thought- I thought we were doing better. I thought we were okay now…" Blaine's spirits took a sharp nosedive.
"We ARE." Kurt's voice was very serious and genuine. "I'M not. I don't know… I just… every time I try it's all I can think about."
"Um…" Blaine didn't know how to handle that. What was he supposed to say?
"I'm sorry for just dumping it on you, Blaine, but I just can't stop thinking about it and I'm worried about how it'll make tomorrow and I just-"
"Kurt," Blaine interrupted, if he let him keep going Kurt wouldn't stop. "It's okay to tell me." Kurt sighed into the phone, probably relaxing some of the inevitable tension in his shoulders. "I, uh, I had some trouble too with that, until recently."
Kurt sighed again, longer this time, and Blaine could imagine all the tension dissolving. "Good, I'm not the only one."
"No, it wasn't… it wasn't our best experience." Blaine suddenly got an idea. "Um… so, you don't have a problem when I'm there right? Like, Friday night you didn't think about it at all?"
"Well we weren't going for that." Kurt's voice was pitched with confusion. "So no, I didn't think about it."
"Well, um… do you want to try mutual masturbation?" Blaine's voice shook something fierce. "Like, tomorrow we can try that together, see if it helps."
"How would that help?" Kurt's voice soared high and breathless.
"It'd be a new memory, and I wouldn't touch you at all, you could even pretend I wasn't there, and well… Hopefully it'll help make it easier for all the nights we can't be together," Blaine finished lamely.
"If you're over here, especially over here and NAKED, I'm DEFINITELY not going to pretend you're NOT HERE," Kurt asserted and the bitch stare was evident even on the phone. "But okay, we'll try it tomorrow, see how it goes."
"Deal," Blaine said and grinned happily, now more excited than ever for the next day. OH! And perhaps Thursday would be the ideal day to present Kurt with his gift; it'd be exactly ten days until Christmas. He could get his boyfriend a little something to open on the actual day too, get in more presents to physically show his love. Excitement rolling through him in waves, Blaine said good night to Kurt and let his mind drift even further into gifts and sex.