WFL

A/N: I think I write too many fics at once. I keep calling Logan 'Charles' lol. Some of you know what I'm talking about.

Anyway, I just wanted to thank everybody reading and reviewing for doing just that. I'm pleased to know that people like to read the crazy things I write. This chapter is a mix of things so I wish you all happy reading and hope you forgive me for mistakes.

I did write the lyrics used in this chapter, and I apologize if they're bad because I'm not a poet at all, but besides that,

I own nothing.

Chapter 9

"Let's go inside."

Blaine held out a hand for his boyfriend to take and Kurt gladly obliged. The singer used his keys to gain access to the condo and wasn't at all surprised by what he saw.

Rachel, Santana, and Puck were looking at the couple entering, all three wearing rather guilty expressions. Kurt rolled his eyes slightly as he and Blaine entered hand in hand, the older teen closing and locking the door behind them.

Blaine was almost afraid to ask what they did but he knew he needed to incase James somehow found out before he did. Before he could ask, Santana spoke up with a knowing grin. He took the time to grab his and Kurt's jackets and hang them on the rack.

"Hello lovebirds. What took you two so long?"

Kurt scowled at his fellow junior as Blaine blushed a little. He decided to ignore the question completely.

"What have you guys been up to? You look incredibly guilty and Rachel you're clearly hiding something behind your back."

The three remained quiet, exchanging glances before returning their focus to the pop star.

"Rachel-" he warned.

"Fine." she stood and emptied the contents in her hands; colorful wrappers falling onto the coffee table. Kurt looked at them quizzically.

"We... well Noah... found your hidden Starburst stash and he convinced us to have some. It was all his idea, him and Santana!"

The girl pointed between the two of them, another candy falling out from her sleeve as Santana rolled her eyes and Puck smirked at the floor. "That, Berry, is the reason you don't have any friends." Santana said.

"I resent that statement!"

Puck cut in before the two could continue their back and forth banter. "So we ate some candy. Look at this place..." he gestured to the huge screen television and expensive furniture, "you can afford to replace some little candies."

Blaine looked at them blankly. At least it wasn't something so horrible that James would have a bitch fit but those 'little candies' meant a lot. They were delicious, and the tropical packs were his favorite.

Kurt saw the sad expression his boyfriend wore but chose to ignore the whole situation. All of them were incredibly insane. "Can I have a tour please sweetie?" he questioned before he got impatient.

"Of course, beautiful." the singer responded, leading the coiffed boy back towards the many rooms. But before they escaped, Blaine turned back quickly when realization smacked him in the face.

The tall one was missing.

"Umm... guys?"

The three on the couch who were still indulging in bite size candies and watching a ridiculously loud and flashy horror movie turned back to the sound of the 16 year-old's voice.

"Yes, Blaine?" Rachel asked with a curious look.

"Where's Finn?"

Kurt noticed the boy was missing too and frowned. He was probably somewhere breaking something and the last thing he needed was his step-brother clumsily destroying this beautifully modern styled condominium. No need for anyone to be embarrassed today, especially himself.

"Oh yeah," Puck started, "he went to the bathroom. He's back there."

Blaine nodded. "So you guys want a tour or...?"

"We showed ourselves around hobbit." Santana said shortly, ignoring Rachel's death stare that followed the comment.

"And about that," Puck added, "we decided this place is fucking awesome and we'll be moving our things in later. Just wanted to give you a heads up."

Kurt watched as Blaine laughed pretty heavily and turned red in the process. He couldn't help but smile at the goofiness that was Blaine Anderson.

However, the famous boy stopped soon after when Santana and Puck only deadpanned as a response.

After clearing his throat he decided to ignore them. "That's really cute, guys. We'll be back."

He led Kurt to the first room where all the games and arcade merchandise was and Puck warned them that if there was any sex taking place in his game room, there would be consequences and repercussions.

"You spoiled brat." Kurt said plainly as he opened the first door. Blaine smiled with a little shrug, stuffing his hands in both pockets as his boyfriend took a stroll around the room.

He stopped at the pool table and smirked a little, an action that Blaine didn't fail to notice at all. And suddenly he was excited.

"Do you play?" Blaine questioned, joy overflowing from his vocal chords. Kurt smiled back at shyly.

"I used to kick ass back at Dalton. Nobody could beat me."

Blaine was a little surprised that Kurt played pool but nonetheless, very excited. He made a little proposal.

"I've always wanted to learn you know." he said, walking closer to where the blue eyed teen stood.

Kurt flirtatiously raised an eyebrow. "Oh really?"

Blaine nodded as his hands left his pocket and he rubbed his palms together. "Maybe... when they leave... you can give me some pointers?"

When Kurt saw how Blaine was licking his lips and staring at the way he held the cue stick, Kurt took the hint and nodded. "Y-yeah we can do that."

Blaine started moving closer with a sexy grin painted on his face. His eyes raked over Kurt's body and the nicely fitted outfit he was so gracefully sporting, and then his hand was on the small of Kurt's back… a little reminiscent of what occurred at the auto shop. The taller teen turned to face Blaine. He reached up to cup his cheeks, leaning in and placing his lips against the singers. When Blaine pulled him closer, reveling in the sweet, chaste kiss he was sharing with his incredibly talented, attractive boyfriend, Puckerman burst into the room.

"No. Sex. In. My. Game. Room."

The noise startled both boys and though they were only there a few minutes, Kurt had had enough.

"Noah get the hell out!" he shouted at him, seconds away from throwing the 8 ball at his nuts before a laughing Blaine guided them away from the pool table and against a wall. The curly haired teen turned around to try and coax their buddy out of the room.

"Puck, please..." he said, still holding back his boyfriend and giving the mohawked teen a pleading look.

Puck nodded, retreating from the doorway with folded arms. "Just remember what I said."

Both boys sighed but the singer had to laugh at his extremely annoyed boyfriend as he guided them to the next room. Kurt nudged him for making fun of him but Blaine didn't stop smiling, pausing after they closed the first door to kiss the blue eyed junior on the cheek. "I'm sorry, you're just too adorable."

"Whatever jerk…. We're skipping a door." Kurt pointed out after blushing terribly after his boyfriend's lips left his skin.

Blaine nodded, continuing to walk past it. "Yeah, I know. Kind of saving that one for last."

He smiled at Kurt and opened the door to a new room instead, and the boy couldn't help but wonder what was in the room he was holding off on showing. "Why are we going there last, exactly?"

"Shhh..." Blaine said as he closed the door to this room behind him.

Kurt rolled his eyes at the secretiveness of his corny and sexy as all hell boyfriend but smirked at the room they were in.

"Ha, this is a classroom. You have a classroom in your place. That sucks a little."

Blaine smiled because yeah, he wanted to torch this room… but he brushed past his boyfriend seductively and took a seat at his desk.

"I figured you could teach me a few things while we're in here. A little sex education, you know." he wiggled his eyebrows up and down suggestively, slowly unzipping his hooded sweater and tossing it away, leaving him in a Ralph Lauren crisp white tee. "I'm willing to learn everything you know."

Kurt smiled, probably more turned on than he should be by his boyfriend's ridiculousness, but what the hell. He was sixteen. He decided to play along.

"I'm a real strict teacher you know." he took a few long strides over to the singer, stopping in front of him and placing both hands on his desk as he leant over to look in his eyes. "I'm not easy on the punishments."

Blaine smirked as he grabbed the lapels of the boy's black blazer drawing him closer, "That's good Mr. Hummel, because I've been really, really bad."

His warm breath ghosted over Kurt's lips and the boy was seconds away from undressing before he remembered he was supposed to be in control. He couldn't lose to Blaine aka Mr.-Oh-My-God-I-Have-a-Boner-Quick-What-Do-I-Do?

He removed Blaine's hands from his blazer, straightened himself out and turned to head towards the door.

"Maybe if you wouldn't have laughed at me earlier you'd be enjoying a little lesson in 'moi' if you get what I'm saying…"

Kurt motioned to himself, running his hands down his body. Blaine gulped hard as his hazel eyes followed Kurt's hands up and down his body. The coiffed teen saw the boy's hungry eyes but remained indifferent, continuing on with his statement.

"Now be a good boy and finish showing me around. I've yet to see your room and I really want to see your room..."

Blaine nodded a little harder than he needed to as he hopped out of his seat and jetted towards where his boyfriend stood. Kurt smirked, opening the door and not failing to notice the way Blaine adjusted himself in his jeans as walked.

"This is just the spare room where Rachel will probably stay if she wants." he said, quickly opening the door for Kurt to peek in and closing it after the boy gave a satisfied nod. Blaine grabbed the countertenor's hand and led him to his bedroom which was on the other side of the hall. He opened it up and peered in.

"And here's where I... What the hell? Finn?"

Finn was sprawled out on Blaine's king sized bed, light snores emitting from his face as he clutched one of the pop star's huge pillows.

Kurt face palmed immediately.

Blaine released the boy's hand to try and shake the boy back to consciousness. Kurt followed behind him, prepared to give his step brother a piece of his mind.

"Finn... dude... you're like drooling in my bed. Seriously."

Finn blinked his eyes open and was startled by the sight of two confused Blaine's and two enraged Kurt's.

One enraged Kurt was bad enough.

He quickly shook his head as his vision became aligned once more and wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his American Eagle shirt.

"Hey Blaine. Hey Kurt." he said, sleep thick in his voice. "Umm... your bed is very comfortable man."

"Thanks." Blaine said simply, not sure what else to do really.

"Do I even have to explain to you the level of creepy, disturbed, and not okay this is you over grown Goldilocks?"

Blaine tried not to laugh and did a pretty good job as Finn got up off the bed and smoothed down his sleep-wrinkled outfit. "I'm really sorry, god dude be easy-"

"Don't call me dude, Finn. What possessed you to come back here and take a nap on Blaine's bed? I mean-"

"Babe, it's alright-"

"Is it? He freaking drooled all over what I'm sure is nine hundred dollar cotton. I mean look at this material Blaine!"

Finn's eyes went wide. "I'm just gonna go..."

Blaine nodded, staring down at the drool spot as Finn rushed back into the living room, tripping over his own feet a few times. The curly headed teen turned back to his boyfriend.

"You were a little rough, Kurt."

Kurt shook his head and walked around the room. "Carole taught him better than that, you know. She did. Now every time I come in here you know I'm going to think about Finn in your bed. Do you think that's a vision I enjoy while I'm in here with you?"

Blaine laughed as he went up to his boyfriend and wrapped his arms around him from behind.

"Baby, come on. It's not that bad. I'll change the sheets. Have them dry cleaned. Whatever makes you comfortable."

Kurt shrugged, turning around in the boy's arms so that they were face to face. "You make me comfortable." he said, placing a slow kiss on Blaine's lips before pulling back to look into his eyes. "You make me really happy."

Blaine smiled. "I'm happy, too baby... you know what," he grabbed the boy by the hand again and guided him to the room they skipped initially, "I know I said this would be last but it can't wait." he turned the knob to go in and Kurt smiled at their twined hands.

"Besides," the singer continued, "that's just a stupid recording studio in the last room. Nothing spectacular."

Stupid recording studio?

"Umm... what?" Kurt asked incredulously.

Blaine led them inside and Kurt's jaw dropped at the beauty of it all. He quickly forgot about the studio as he observed this room.

The grand piano was placed aesthetically in the center of the room. Plaques were hung on the wall with all of Blaine Anderson's achievements in music, being the first in his age group to sell this many or have this many songs on the pop charts at once. There were a few guitars placed around the room as well and Kurt remembered that one time over summer vacation Rachel made them watch Blaine's cover of Part of Your World where he plucked at the strings soulfully, a little more into a Disney song than the people who wrote them probably were.

And look how far they had come, though.

Now he was next to the boy himself, being sat a lovely piano and seconds away from being serenaded by the very same guy. He couldn't still his racing heart if he tried.

"I... umm..." Blaine paused to laugh a little at his bashfulness, "remember when we were at the arcade... a little while before we first kissed?"

Kurt nodded, blushing down at the boy's hand as they began to play gracefully, his fingers elegantly moving along the ivory keys. "How could I forget that, honestly? I loved that day so much."

Blaine smiled. So did he. "And I told you I wrote you something, but you needed to be patient..."

Kurt blushed. "Yeah. I said you were worth waiting for."

"Well you don't have to wait any longer... I umm..." he stopped and exhaled deeply, "I want to play it for you and I hope you like it."

Kurt lay his head on the singer's shoulder to hide his burning cheeks as he watched the boy play.

Blaine cleared his throat once more before singing, starting off slowly.

I can remember always searching

and not knowing what I was looking for

They told me I have everything

They told me I could want no more

Kurt nestled closer, his eyes closing as the melodic voice of Blaine filled the air. He took in each word, each syllable carefully and held on to it. Though he heard the boy sing tons of times before, especially with fangirl #1 Rachel Berry as a best friend, it had never had the effect on him as it did here in the flesh... probably because this song was meant for him.

Sleeping in the lap of luxury

Waking in Paris on a winter's eve

They told me I have everything

I told them that just couldn't be

Blaine leant down and placed a kiss to Kurt's head, not even caring if he'd get in trouble for messing up the perfect styling. This moment meant so much. It must've been the same for Kurt since he didn't flinch, instead he moved closer.

Blaine continued to sing, playing a little bit harder now and his voice rising slightly. Kurt lifted his head to look at him and smiled at the beautiful boy next to him. His head bobbed slowly as he belted out the next notes, getting lost in the music.

At times I thought of giving up

They said I'm never satisfied

See I've been told I have everything

And I learned that it was a lie

Maybe one day I'll have your heart

That's when I'll know for sure

Maybe one day I'll have your heart

I know what I was looking for

He closed off with a few quiet notes but before he knew it, Kurt's lips were on his. Kurt's hands were running though his hair and pulling him even closer. His heart began to knock against his chest.

Blaine breathed out into the kiss before placing both his hands on the other teen's waist and deepening it. Kurt tasted like chocolate, he realized, once his tongue met with his boyfriend's. He taste like Lindt milk chocolate truffles to be specific. Blaine loved those truffles, and apparently Kurt loved how he tasted to because his tongue was making its way around Blaine's mouths; over his lips and around his teeth before sucking on his tongue lightly.

A few minutes of sloppy kisses, gasping for air, and battling for dominance was interrupted by a very nosey Santana and Rachel. Neither boy realized the girl's had entered the room; both drunk off of each other and falling in love with the sound of the other's soft moaning.

"Look Berry… wanky piano lovin'."

Rachel leant against the doorway with a smirk, winking at her brother and best friend once they finally untangled themselves from each other and acknowledged the girls' existence.

Kurt's head collapsed against Blaine's shoulder in defeat. They just couldn't win. Constant disturbances. And it was only their second day together. My. Friends. Suck.

"Erm... how can we help you ladies?" Blaine questioned, in haste to get back to what he was doing.

"Movie time. Let's go." Rachel replied as she walked over to the both of them. "Kurt I respect your relationship but we have to share him so up, up we go."

The brunette dragged them both out of the room and they grumpily obliged, trekking into the living area with everyone else. Santana followed behind them, ordering a few pizzas as they all plopped down on the couch.

Blaine sat at the end of the sofa with his arm along the top so that his boyfriend could cuddle into him. Kurt leant his head on Blaine's chest and smiled when he felt a hand on his waist.

"We're watching Insidious? You guys are such girls." Puck said when Rachel popped the Blu-Ray in. She scowled back at him.

The other four continued to have petty arguments with one another when Kurt looked up at his boyfriend and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

"I didn't get to tell you I loved the song baby." Kurt whispered against the singers cheek, placing another sweet kiss there. Blaine smiled.

"I'm happy you did. Maybe we can record something in the studio one day… or make out in the studio one day… when it's less populous here of course."

They both laughed a little and made a silent deal to do so. I mean, come on, they're 16 year-olds.

Everything seemed perfect, but that was only because Kurt's phone was off. If it had been on, he would've noticed a few missed calls from Logan and even a couple texts.

The texts that said it all.

Well, Kurt, you aren't picking up so I guess you two are busy. -Logan

If that's the case, I'll just keep it short and sweet. I know his secret. I've always wanted to blackmail someone. So when you get the chance call me back so we can discuss my… terms and conditions. Love you. -Logan