AN: Inspired by lyrics from "Heartbeat" by Steps

My parents are out of town, they have been all week. Part of me wonders if Dad didn't plan this business trip, and decide to take mom with him, to coincide with the West Side Story performances. Just yet another excuse in the long list of excuses for not showing up to performances. I was use to it, and as I gripped Kurt's hand and led him up the walkway to my house, I was thankful for it. Tonight it would be just me and Kurt.

We don't waste any time making our way to my room, and I don't let go of Kurt's hand for a moment. Letting him proceed me into the room, I push the bedroom door shut with my foot, and then we're on the bed. Kurt is beneath me as our tongues exploring one another's mouths as if it's uncharted territory for us, despite the number of times we've done this. I reach up and run my fingers through his hair, knowing that it's only in moments like these, when we're in the privacy of one of our homes, that Kurt will tolerate his hair being mussed up. I can feel his heart beating fast beneath me as I press close to him and know mine is echoing that beat.

For so long, making out and maybe a hand slipped underneath of a shirt, has been the limit of our intimacy. Tonight that would change though and the passion of that thought made me bring my hands down from his hair. Kurt's arms are wrapped around my neck as I break our kiss, to let my mouth wander down the soft skin of his neck. I let my hands go lower, ready to explore south of the border as Kurt had put it. Fingertips find the metal buckle of Kurt's belt and as I undo it I feel the tremble that goes through his body.

Instinctively, I pause in my actions, breaking contact with Kurt's skin so that I can look up at him. His arms are still looped around my neck and he isn't trying to push me away but still I need to be sure. I was ready for this months ago, but I've been waiting for him to feel ready. I'd wait as long as need be for this moment as long as I got to keep him in my life.

"It's okay, Blaine. I'm ready," he whispers, not opening his eyes. "Nervous but ready," he adds with a small laugh.

"Look at me," I whisper softly, needing to see the look in his eyes.

Kurt complies, and his beautiful glaz eyes, pupils dilated with passion, stare up at me. "I want you, Blaine," he says in a breathless whisper.

It's all the assurance that I need.