AN: So this is earlier than I had planned, but we are having really bad storms here and Im a bit paranoid. Also SMUT at the end, beneath the break if you don't want to read it. Thanks for reading and reviews and follows, and everything! Hope you like it.

Chapter Fifteen

Blaine was a mix of emotions, he was still hyped up from having Kurt pressed against him, but also sad and worried that he'd upset Kurt with the eminent talk about Nick. He knew it wasn't bad, but then again maybe it was a little bad, since it was illegal and all. Kurt didn't know that yet, he just knew that Blaine was talking to someone from high school and that it was a boy, so it probably looked worse. Hopefully this conversation would clear everything up.

Blaine could feel Kurt's eyes on him, they had moved from having Kurt straddle him to where they were sitting next to each other on the couch. Blaine wasn't exactly sure where to start, not knowing exactly how much Kurt wanted to know, he'd tell him everything if necessary.

Blaine turned his head so he could look at Kurt fully. "I don't know where to start, how much do you want to know?"

He heard Kurt take a sharp intake of breath, and wondered why. "I thought you said you guys were just friends?"

Blaine frowned, of course they were only friends…and oh Kurt didn't know about the reasons yet, he'd have to explain that. "I'm sorry, that came out really wrong. We are 'just friends', it's just, well Nick has done something, something that he needs my help with."

Kurt sighed, hopefully out of relief, though Blaine isn't sure he should be relieved quite yet. "Ok, is it something to do with your work, or your other work?"

Blaine smiled, actually giggled a little. "It's my other work, yeah, though it could possibly be going to my regular work too. He's got into quite a rough spot. If you want to know everything I'm doing I'll tell you. Nick is worried about you knowing, but I told him I wouldn't lie to you or keep anything from you." He said the last part, looking at Kurt, hoping to get it across how deeply serious he was about never lying to him.

"I'm not sure, is it safe for you? For me to know all of this?" He said waving his hand around a bit.

Blaine considered it; he wasn't sure, not completely. Everything that Nick had told him so far was a little crazy, and while Nick thought his part of it would be simple, you never know what could happen. Of course, Kurt knowing wouldn't cause any safety issues for Blaine, more that it'd cause them for Kurt. "For me, no it'd not cause any more problems than I already have, I trust you. The thing is though, you knowing could cause problems for your safety, but I want to give you the option."

Kurt nodded, the expression on his face was thoughtful, but he wasn't frowning. "Is it bad? The thing that he's got himself messed up in."

Blaine nodded, not going into detail, not unless Kurt asked.

Kurt hummed in acknowledgment. "Right, well I think I want to know anyways, but I'm going to go order us some food. I've worked up quite the appetite." He said cheekily.

Blaine couldn't stop the red flowing on his cheeks; he really needed to stop doing that every single time Kurt said something even vaguely sexual. When he thought about those things he couldn't help but imagine Kurt sexually. He couldn't wait though, to see Kurt, maybe that was wrong of him, but he thinks Kurt feels the same. Kurt got up from the couch and moved into the kitchen.

"What would you like? I've got menus from Thai, Chinese, Italian, Domino's, and a coffee house. That's weird; why the fuck do I have a menu to a coffee house?"

Kurt had yelled from the kitchen, and Blaine thought he meant to say the last part to himself. Grinning, Blaine got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen to find Kurt frowning down at the menus. "Anything is fine with me, you can order whatever."

Kurt turned to him, he was still frowning, but Blaine figured it was more at him thinking about the menus. "You sure?"

Blaine just nodded.

"Okay, then I think we'll have Italian, is there anything you don't like or are allergic to?"

"I don't much like onions, but I like the flavor, just not the texture. Not allergic to anything you eat."

Kurt smiled. "Onions texture is a bit odd, what are you allergic to that you don't eat then? I'm curious."

"Well pollen is one, but who isn't allergic to that? Then there's ryegrass, maple, and ragweed, I'm no good to be around in the spring." Blaine said with a grin.

Picking up the menus Kurt walked over to Blaine, and cupped his cheek, rubbing it a bit. "Aww don't worry, I'll take care of you. I'm going to place the order now, okay?"

Blaine nodded, his brain had stopped, Kurt wanted to take care of him, take care of him in the Spring, meaning he'd still be with him come Spring. Blaine couldn't help the giant smile on his face, even if he tried.

Kurt had walked into the living room, probably to get his phone, because he was talking on it now. Blaine followed him again, moving to sit on the couch; he didn't think they were quite done with the conversation yet. After a few minutes Kurt joined him.

"Okay that's done, it'll take thirty minutes to get here, and I've ordered you a parmesans sauce with pasta, that alright?"

"Yeah that's good, I'm not too picky, and cheese is always good."

"It is." Kurt smiled, and then his face turned serious. "So I do want you to tell me details, forgive me though, because I can't stop thinking about the text you got from him. I know it's a little possessive of me, but you smiled and it's bugging me. I'm being irrational about it, but I can't help it."

Blaine felt bad, he hadn't realized it could be taken that way, but of course Kurt didn't know anything about Nick. "It's alright that you want to know, though yes it's a little possessive but I really don't mind that. Do you want to read it?"

Kurt nodded, then shook his head, "No, but yes. I want to, but I feel like I shouldn't."

Blaine smiled in sympathy; he pulled out his phone and brought up the text from Nick. "Kurt, really it's fine. I want you to read it, you're not forcing me."

Kurt nodded then. "Okay."

Kurt leaned into him to read the text. I can't believe you have a folder called sneaky surfs! That's the most proper, but weirdest thing I've ever read. No one would look at it, probably someone would think you miss typed spelling smurfs. –Nick

"Oh, well now I feel a bit stupid." Kurt said after reading it.

Blaine turned abruptly to look at him. "What? No. Your feelings are completely understandable, you don't know Nick at all, and I'd feel the same way in your position."

"Yeah? I guess you are right, I don't know Nick, hell he could be completely straight. Though I do agree with him about the folder, except I find it more adorable than weird."

Blaine blushed, but was smiling; he'd take Kurt calling him adorable any day. He'd also enjoy Kurt calling him sexy, or anything vaguely complimenting, he wasn't picky. "I know, but I started calling it that in high school and changing it would just be wrong now, I knew leaving Nick alone would be trouble though. He's not a very good roommate; I had to room with him once at Dalton."

"Wait, roommate? And what do you mean leave him alone? Where is he at?" Kurt's voice became a little high pitched in his worry.

Blaine cringed, he was actually a little worried about this, telling Kurt that he'd offered Nick to stay with him, but hopefully he could explain it all. "Oh well, you see with everything that I found out, I didn't feel comfortable with Nick staying at a hotel. So I offered him to stay at my place."

"You offered him to stay at your place? Don't you only have a one bedroom?"

Blaine went to answer but Kurt held up his hand. "Wait don't answer, I'm over reacting to this. It's your place, your friend; you don't need me dictating your entire life. I'm sorry."

Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand, lacing their fingers together. "No I want you to, and you can know anything at all. Even the most weirdly invasive things, I want to tell you everything. Yes I do only have a one bedroom; Nick is staying on the couch."

Kurt's hand gripped his tightly. "Okay, I'm still sorry. I shouldn't just do that, god I feel like one of those abusive boyfriends already and it's only been like an hour since we've said we were boyfriends."

Blaine laughed. "Kurt, really it's fine. It's not abusive if I ask for it, or offer it, or say its okay. I promise I will tell you if it gets like that, or even close to it."

"Okay, thank you. Why is he living there though?"

"Well, this is the part that probably becomes a safety issue for you; do you still want to know?" Kurt just nodded. "Right, well the thing is, Nick does the same thing I do, the hacking. He just wasn't as picky about who it was, he doesn't have as many people looking over his shoulder. He got messed in with the wrong people, found out some highly incriminating information and the people found out he had it. They took it back, but are asking him for a lot of money, well not asking so much as demanding. He's trying-"

"Wait money, I could help, I have a lot saved and-"

"Oh Kurt, no, I mean that's so nice of you, but it's a lot of money. And unless you're a billionaire and didn't tell me yet, then I don't think you can afford it."

"Oh fuck. Well no, I don't make quite that much, is it that much?"

"Umm, no, well its millions, still quite a lot to just give away."

Kurt nodded in agreement. "Yeah, okay, so he owes them money, and what they are going to kill him if he doesn't get it in a certain time frame?" Kurt said that in a joking manner.

"Pretty much, yeah."

Kurt abruptly stopped, expression turning shocked. "You cannot be serious?"

Blaine winced; he really didn't like how bad it'd gotten for Nick. "Yes, sadly, which is why I want him staying with me, I have weapons for protection if necessary."

Kurt jumped up, turning around. "Blaine you can't do that! This is crazy!" Kurt turned back to face Blaine. "Wait, how are you helping him? Just keeping him safe?"

"Oh, well that part. That info he had, well it's on a hard drive, he wants me to help him retrieve it, off the computer not actually physically retrieve it. He's going to get the hard drive from them, which will be kind of difficult. I just need to help him with the technical parts, he thinks it's been deleted, but it's hard to completely delete a file, if you don't know what you're doing."

Kurt started pacing. "So what you are saying, is your friend, Nick, he's gone and got messed in with hard ass criminals that want millions from him. Those same criminals are going to kill him if he doesn't get it soon. So he's going to try and steal a hard drive from them, so you can get a file off of it, and what use as blackmail, turn them in?" Kurt's voice was starting to get shrill from the excitement.

"I'm not sure about the last part, Nick hasn't decided yet, but mostly yes that's it." Blaine said wincing.

Kurt ran his fingers through his hair. "Oh God it's like I'm living in a freaking movie! I told Santana last week about this stuff, but nope she didn't believe, and now look what's happening!"

"I'm sorry." Blaine looked down, feeling horribly guilty for making Kurt feel like this.

Kurt stopped, looked at Blaine, his face softening. "No, don't be sorry, I know I'm a little dramatic right now, but I'll calm down. It's just a lot to take in. Are you sure you're going to be safe though, because Blaine this sounds insanely dangerous."

He sighed. "Okay, I don't really know to be honest. It doesn't seem like I'll even have to be anywhere near the dangerous parts, but I can't say nothing could happen. I just can't leave Nick in this position, not when I can help."

Walking back over to the couch, Kurt kneeled in front of Blaine, and picked up his hand. "God Blaine, you are so perfect. You're a really great friend for doing this, and if it gets dangerous, well I want you to stop, but I won't ask you to. In all honesty this is kind of exciting." Kurt laughed.

Blaine laughed with him. "Yeah, that's why I do this, it's the adrenaline rush."

Kurt moved forward and hugged Blaine tightly, pressing a gentle kiss to his neck too. "Just please be safe, I don't want you to get hurt."

Blaine hugged him back just as hard, breathing in his scent. "I will, and it's not like I'm not prepared, I have a knife in every room, a gun in the bedroom, and tomorrow I plan to go get a couple more."

Kurt pulled back, furrowing his eyebrows. "What? I thought you said you didn't carry a gun, and knives? You have knives now too?"

Blaine frowned; he thought he'd already told Kurt, but maybe not. "Well I don't carry the gun, but I have it, and I've been collecting knives for a while. They aren't really for more than decoration, but I keep them sharp and can use them if necessary."

"Right I see, well I find that a lot sexier than I should. That does make me feel better though, at least about your safety in all this."

"I'm glad, I know I just sit at a desk mostly, but I've taken classes for defensive and then we-"

There was a knock at the door, Kurt got up from the floor. "That's the food I bet, I'll be right back." He leaned down and pressed a kiss to Blaine's hair, causing Blaine to smile.

Blaine looked over his shoulder to watch Kurt at the door, he was glad Kurt was taking this so well. He hadn't been overly worried about Kurt understanding, but it'd been there. It was more the Nick thing, Blaine thought, and that had Kurt worried at first and of course his safety. Kurt came back and placed the food on the coffee table and taking the food out of the bags.

"This one is yours, we have bread sticks too, the good kind, not those shitty pretzel ones. We had this restaurant back home, they had the worst food, and the breadsticks were just hard sticks."

Blaine smiled, listening to Kurt. "What was it called?

"Funnily enough, it was Breadstix, though it was like one of the only nice places there. Well that wasn't completely run over by jocks and cheerleaders." Kurt ended with a scowl.

"I know how you feel, well mostly, I never went on dates though back home anyways. So I didn't have to worry much about nice places to go to."

"I don't believe that for a second, that you never went on dates. And isn't Dalton a private school?"

Blaine nodded. "I swear I didn't, believe it or not I was shy at one point. And yes, but I had gone to public before, though we still had jocks at Dalton, and the cheerleaders were a mixture from Dalton and our sister school."

They had both started eating, taking turns talking. "Oh that's kind of surprising, about the cheerleading at Dalton. I was a cheerleader myself in high school, that's kind of how Santana and I become good friends. We did fight a ton back then, but usually we did it for each other, rarely against."

Blaine had become caught in his thoughts as soon as Kurt had said he was a cheerleader, first it was the calligraphy, then the knife throwing and now cheerleading. Was there anything he couldn't do?

"You are a very talented person you know that?"

Kurt laughed. "Not really, I just get interested in stuff, and then want to learn it. I wouldn't say I'm overly experienced in much, except fashion, but I kind of have to be with that. Personally, I think you're a lot more talented than me. You work for the FBI, hack into computers regularly, can shoot a gun apparently, what else is there?"

Blaine ducked his head, blushing and playing with his fork. "It's not really all that great, most of it I had to do for work."

Kurt raised his eyebrows at him. "No I think it's because you're really smart actually. Oh and you sing too! Can you dance? If so I'm never breaking up with you."

Blaine looked at Kurt and smiled. "Maybe a little and I hope you never do."

Kurt smiled too; they ate quietly for a while until Kurt spoke up again. "You were saying something before the food came?"

"Oh, umm. I think it was about the training we had to take. That we had the basic self-defense class, and then you take a gun class, you have to pass tests for that every so often. There are other class options you can take if you want too."

Kurt's eyebrows rose in interest. "Oh really, like what?"

"Well they have driving, survival skills; I took that one and really liked it. They also do a law class, behavioral science, terrorist relations, communications, that's all I can remember though."

"Wow, that's a lot of stuff to learn, is it required for all?"

"Depends on your field, agents have to take almost all of them."

Kurt frowned. "I thought you were an agent."

"In a way, but not like what you would normally think of as an agent."

"Damn." Kurt pouted.

"What?" Blaine asked in confusion.

"Oh, it's just the other day I was arguing with Santana about whether or not you were an agent or not. I insisted you were, and now I feel like I lied. Oh well, she doesn't know that." Kurt finished with a smug grin making Blaine chuckle.

"Don't worry, my mom insists I'm an agent to all of her friends."

"Oh God, I sound like a proud mother!" Kurt said exasperated at himself.

Blaine giggled at him. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

Kurt just hummed at him; he was finishing the rest of his food, prompting Blaine to finish his. Kurt stood up and started gathering the trash, sticking it in the empty take out bag. "Are you done? Sorry I'm not meaning to rush you to finish."

Blaine shook his head. "No, it's fine, I'm done. Here, do you need any help?" Blaine stood up and put his trash in the bag Kurt was holding. Kurt looked down out the now empty table.

"Um no, I think we're good."

Blaine glanced down too, and laughed.

"So I'm going to go and get the stuff, if you want to still work on it? For the gift-card."

Blaine nodded. "Of course, do you need help carrying anything?"

"Nope, think I've got it, it's not that much stuff. Oh though, could you go into the kitchen and in the drawer closest to the door, the scissors are in it, want to grab them?"

"Sure."

Blaine walked into the kitchen, it was really nice, clean, there were a few dishes in the sink, but not many. Blaine wanted to look at everything, but he shouldn't, not without permission. He had brought the trash with him and looked around for the bin. He found it underneath the sink, tossing it in quickly, Blaine then looked around for the drawer he needed. Finding it he pulled it open, Blaine found the scissors easily and pulled them out, then walked back to the living room. Kurt wasn't back yet, so he sat down on the couch.

"Blaine can you come here for a second?" He heard Kurt from what he assumed was his bedroom.

Blaine jumped up from the couch, going in the direction he had seen Kurt go earlier. It wasn't hard to find him; there weren't that many rooms in the apartment. Once he found him, Blaine asked. "Something wrong?"

Kurt turned to look at him; he was standing by his bed, with all the gifts they had bought yesterday and the craft supplies lying on the bed. "Oh no, I've just decided I do need your help with this stuff."

Blaine thought, since all of it was so small, it'd just fit in the purse Kurt had gotten her and he could carry it that way. Blaine wasn't sure if he should say anything, Kurt was smart enough to know that, maybe he just wanted Blaine in there.

"You've got a look on your face like I'm crazy." Kurt said, he was grinning though when Blaine looked up at him. "I know it'll fit in the purse, but I want you to help me decide which item should go where. The purse doesn't have a ton of pockets but there are a few."

"Oh, does it make that much difference though?" Blaine didn't think it'd really matter, sure some of the stuff was nicer, but ultimately she'd find everything.

Kurt sighed. "I guess maybe it doesn't, I don't know, I might be putting too much thought into this."

"That's a good thing though, I'm sure she appreciates everything you do. You just want to make sure she has the best gift." While Blaine had talked, Kurt sat down on the bed, once finished he pulled Blaine to sit with him.

"Thank you Blaine, and that's very true, I want her to have the very best. I also think I feel a little guilty about forgetting it, not that she knew, but I did."

"I'm sorry." Blaine wasn't sure what to say really, he felt bad for him, but sometimes he wasn't good with words.

Kurt smiled at Blaine, and then pulled him into a hug. "Thanks, but you don't need to feel bad for me, I do it enough for myself." Kurt pulled back and got off the bed. "Let's go ahead and get this done, we still have things to discuss."

Blaine got off the bed too, and started helping Kurt gather up the stuff. He was thinking about what else they needed to discuss, maybe Kurt wanted to know more about Nick, or how in-depth Blaine would be working with him. Oh yeah, he also needed to tell Kurt about Nick wanting to talk to him. Blaine glanced at Kurt, wondering what he'd possibly say to Nick if he was going to talk to him.

Once they had everything in either a bag or the purse, they each grabbed one and went into the living room. Kurt sat his bag on the table, so Blaine did too, he watched Kurt pull the table away from the couch and sit on the floor.

"Sit Blaine." He sat down quickly, which caused Kurt to wince. "Sorry, I shouldn't have said it like that."

"It's fine." Blaine replied, he really didn't mind Kurt telling him what to do.

"Okay, if you're sure." Turning his attention to the table Kurt frowned, looking over everything. "I've just realized I need a box for the purse, I have shoe boxes in the closet. I'll be right back." Kurt got off the floor and left the room. "If you don't mind, would you take the supplies out of the bag for me, please?"

So Blaine started pulling out the stuff from the scrapbooking store, and then setting out the stuff neatly. It didn't take long, but Kurt was back before Blaine had even finished.

"Thanks baby, I really don't think this will take all that long. I do need you to do something for me though." Kurt sat back on the floor, facing Blaine.

"Sure whatever you want."

Kurt smiled. "I need you to pick the pattern paper for me."

Blaine laughed, he had a feeling Kurt would ask him something like that, he had so much trouble deciding on it earlier. "Okay, think I can handle it."

"Great!" Kurt reached for the papers and handed them to Blaine, and then he grabbed the plain cardstock and scissors. "Damn, okay, so I actually need to figure out what I need to write first, so I know how we should cut it."

"Do you have a list of the activities?"

"Yeah, I can pull the website up on my phone. Think I should just write this gift certificate is good for and then write the activities and for how long?"

"Yeah I think that'll be alright, she'll like it whatever you put." Blaine replied.

Kurt nodded; he grabbed the gift receipt out of one of the bags and started writing. Blaine turned his attention to the patterns, so he could pick one out. He wasn't as in-decisive as Kurt was, but he wanted to put some thought into it. Blaine picked one that had a deep dark burgundy as the background color, with ivory lines that weaved to make diamond shapes. He held on to the patterns until Kurt was finished writing, he only had to wait a few minutes.

"There, okay so I'm going to write them a little bigger, so we need to cut it about a quarter inch more for the first layer, actually no, let's do an inch at the top, so it's more rectangular. I want to add something like an insignia there."

Blaine nodded, and went about cutting the first part. He gave that to Kurt, so he could start writing on it, and then cut the other two layers. He went ahead and glued the pattern paper to the biggest piece of cardstock, but then he didn't have much else to do. So he watched Kurt, and wow, Kurt's writing was gorgeous. He was using a pencil very lightly, you could hardly even see it, and Blaine assumed he'd use the ink to cover it, but wanted to make it perfect first.

Blaine sat and watched Kurt for a good five minutes before Kurt said anything. "I'm sure this is interesting, but if you wouldn't mind, can you put the other gifts into the purse for me?"

"Right sorry, of course."

Kurt stopped and looked up. "Blaine, no more apologizing, I don't mind you watching me. I just want to get this done quicker, so we can do other things."

Blaine smiled at him, and then put the other gifts in the purse. He put the perfume in one of the outside pockets and the charm bracelet in the other one. The picture frame had to go in the middle, as it was too big and the scarf too. The iPhone case went in one of the inside pockets, the gift certificate for Godiva went in another one, since it was one of those that looked like a credit card. The only thing left was the one Kurt was working on, so Blaine started watching him again.

Kurt had just finished writing with the pencil and was setting up what looked to be a writing kit. He had the ink pots opened, and was using, what Blaine thought was, a quill. It wasn't a feathered one, so Blaine wasn't sure if those were still called quills or not, he only knew about quills because of Harry Potter, and he didn't think he could use that as a reliable resource.

Watching Kurt write was more intense than Blaine thought it'd be; his hands were so beautiful though, slim and long fingers that held the pen just so. The way his arm tensed and loosened as he was writing out each word so very carefully. How he'd bite his lip in concentration, and every time he ran out of ink, he'd look over the paper, and then look at Blaine and smile. And every time that happened, Blaine's breath caught in his throat for a moment.

Soon enough Kurt was finished with the writing, he held it up for Blaine to see. "What do you think?"

Blaine was in awe, he could see it from where he had been sitting before, but that had been at an angle. This was amazing. "Wow, Kurt this is perfect, it's so beautiful! I can't believe I just watched you make this."

Kurt actually blushed. "Thank you. It needs to dry for about three minutes, let me see the pattern you picked."

Blaine handed over the paper. "Oh I liked this one! You are now officially picking out everything I can't make a decision on." Kurt said with a laugh.

"I'm not sure that'd work out to well for you at work."

Kurt pouted. "Damn, you have a point, if only I could just take you with me. Oh well, so do you think dusting it with glitter is too much?" Kurt asked he looked to be completely serious.

"Um, well, you could, but wouldn't that kind of take away the elegance of it?"

"You don't think glitter is elegant?"

Blaine didn't know what to say, but he wanted to be honest. "Umm, well no, not really."

Kurt grinned. "Good, neither do I. I'm glad you also can tell me no."

"Oh" Blaine realized Kurt might have been doing that on purpose.

"Let's pick the ribbon while it dries, I want to put two on it in each corner, one on the top, one on the bottom. Then I have these little jewels I got ages ago, I'm going to put it on the top, the large one in the middle, and two small ones."

The jewels Kurt held up were flat on the back, but were diamond shaped on top, the large one was ruby, the two smaller ones a sky blue.

"This is going to look amazing."

"Yeah? I think so too, should we pick one of each color for the ribbon, or the same?"

"I think maybe the same, that way it kind of ties in together." Blaine answered.

"Okay, good, because the one I want to use is breaded and it's red too, so it'll go together really well."

After getting the ribbon cut to the size he'd need, Kurt checked the ink to see if it was dry. It was enough that Kurt would be able to glue the ribbon on, and the jewels. By the time that was done, Kurt was able to glue the rest of it together. The finished product was amazing; Kurt hoped Carol would keep it. He stuck it in the middle of the purse, and then the purse into the shoe box.

"How good are you at wrapping?" Kurt inquired.

"I'm decent enough; do you not want to wrap it?"

Kurt bit his lip in thought. "Actually yeah I do, I was going to let you, because I wanted to talk at the same time, but maybe you shouldn't be distracted."

Blaine wasn't sure what he meant by that. "Okay."

Kurt smiled to let him know it was fine. "Nothing bad, I just wanted to talk about what we had on the phone last night."

"Oh that. We can do that." Blaine coughed, and then cleared his throat, nervous to talk about that.

"Okay good, but first, pick which paper I should use, and then the ribbon too, please?"

Blaine nodded, picking one of the rolls, and then taking a moment to pick out the ribbon for it too. He handed them both to Kurt.

"Thank you."

Kurt started wrapping, and talking. "Right so did you think about it last night?"

"I did, and I'm sorry, but I need to tell you something else before we start, I don't want to forget."

Kurt looked up and at him, with a confused look. "Go ahead."

"Well you know how we were talking about Nick earlier? Nick was worried about you knowing, because he doesn't want to go to prison and-"

"Does he think I'll tell or something? I'm just assuming you told him you were going to be telling me."

"Yeah basically, I didn't want to keep something this big from you. It's not that he thinks that so much as he just doesn't know you. I did tell him, I also told him it was more of a worry for him going to prison from me knowing than you knowing."

"I get that, is that a problem for you though? I don't want you to go to jail either."

Blaine adjusted himself on the floor pulling his knees to his chest. "No, not any more than it is on a normal basis."

During their talking, Kurt had been focusing on wrapping, but he looked up when Blaine stopped talking, noticing how he was sitting. "Blaine, are you ok?"

Blaine looked up and over to Kurt. "Yeah, why?"

"Well you are kind of sitting in a closed-off way."

Blaine looked down at himself, blushing because he hadn't realized he'd done that. "Oh, sorry, it's not what you think. I just like sitting like that, it's comfortable."

Kurt smiled. "Okay, whatever suits you, so does Nick want to talk to me or something?"

Blaine grinned; loving that Kurt just got it. "Yeah, you could come over anytime. I know you leave on Thursday, so maybe before then?"

Kurt nodded. "Yeah I can do that, anything else about that stuff?"

Blaine shook his head, but didn't answer vocally.

"Okay, well back to the other stuff, thoughts?"

Blaine took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. "Okay, I have, and I even thought about a safe word for it too." Blaine paused, considering what he wanted to say. "We can always talk about this though, right?"

Kurt looked up from his wrapping again. "That's good about the first part, and of course we can that's the important part of it, the communication. Are you having second thoughts?"

Blaine shrugged. "No, but yes, I mean I still really like it, but it's weird for me. For instance today, I know that I wasn't nearly as talkative because I was thinking about things, mostly you, but other things too."

Kurt grinned at him. "I noticed, though can't say I knew you were thinking about me, but I like it. You can tell me anything Blaine, don't worry about being nervous."

"I'm not, well I'm not at the moment, and you do make me nervous at times. It's just while I like having you take direction, and having you possessive over me, I'm also a little scared of it. Do you understand?"

"Yeah I do, it makes sense, and you haven't been in a relationship for a while, right?"

Blaine shook his head. "No, I've dated, but nothing serious. This is serious isn't it, me and you?"

"Yeah, I want it to be. It's early yet, but I think we've connected really well, and we both know what we want. We don't need to label it, if you don't want to do any of that stuff, the Dom and sub stuff, we don't have to. We can forget the whole safe word business. Anything you want."

Blaine sighed; he hated this, well him not knowing what he wanted. He knew he wanted Kurt, he wanted the way Kurt's been with him, but he didn't know if he wanted everything that came with it.

"Blaine, if you don't know now, don't push yourself. This really isn't something that's make or break on us being together. We kind of went about it fast, but like I said, it's our relationship and we can do it however we want. If you want to put a hold on it now, we can, and then if you want to talk about it again later, we can do that too."

Blaine smiled softly at Kurt, a little awed about how well Kurt was with talking about these things. "You're perfect, you know that?"

Kurt laughed. "Not really no, personally I think we just go together really well. So we both think each other is perfect."

Blaine thought about, he could see it. "I think you're right."

"Of course I'm right." Kurt said indignantly, as if he'd be anything but right. "Now I need your finger."

Blaine choked on air. "What?"

Kurt looked at Blaine, he was smirking. "For the ribbon, Blaine. Where is your mind at?"

Blaine blushed, but moved over to Kurt so he could hold down the ribbon for him. "Sorry."

Kurt just laughed. "Thanks."

Kurt had to loop the ribbon multiple times before he was happy with the finished product. "Looks great doesn't?"

"Yeah, it really does, I think your step-mom will really love it."

Kurt sat the present on the coffee table, so it wouldn't accidentally get damaged. "Me too, hopefully it makes it through the flight in good condition. Maybe I should have waited to make the bow."

"You could take some of the ribbon, just in case it gets damaged." Blaine suggested.

"I could, but who'd hold the ribbon for me? Shame I can't take you with me."

Blaine blushed and smiled.

"Oh that was too soon wasn't it? I shouldn't talk about us meeting parents yet, that's really weird. I'm going to stop right now." Kurt said with just a hint of red on his face.

Blaine couldn't help laughing. "It's fine Kurt, really I don't mind. Yes I'm surprised, but it's not bad at all."

"Okay, I'm glad you think so, I know sometimes I can be pushy and I don't want to do that with you."

"I'll tell you, I promise. I know I've been a lot more quite today, part of it was me thinking about all the, well it's not sex stuff, but you know?" Kurt nodded in agreement. "Also, I think maybe I'm more worried about Nick than I had thought; right now I know he's okay, but it's a really big mess. I don't want anything bad to happen to him."

Kurt pulled Blaine into a hug, almost pulling him into his lap in the process. "Oh Blaine, I'd say don't worry, but this is something to actually worry about. Just know that you can always come to me and talk about anything."

"I know, thank you Kurt."

They sat like that for a few minutes, eventually though it got to be uncomfortable so Blaine moved. "We should probably clean this up?"

"I can think of something better." Kurt was smirking when Blaine turned to look at him. "We could go into my room, I never did give you a tour, and I have to say my bedroom is the nicest in the apartment."

Blaine gulped at the look in Kurt's eyes. "I, um, you've already shown me your room."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Blaine, I do believe you're missing the point here."

"I am?"

Kurt stood up, and held his hand out to help Blaine get up too. When they were both standing, Kurt pulled Blaine into him tightly. Blaine could feel Kurt's breath on his face, and when he looked into his eyes, he knew he was going to enjoy the next few hours without a doubt.

….

As soon as they got into Kurt's bedroom, Blaine was being pushed onto the bed, Kurt climbing on top of him. Blaine was breathing deeply, knowing what was going to happen and really wanting it to happen soon. Once Kurt was completely on top of him, he pressed his weight onto Blaine, but kept his head above him. Kurt placed his hands on Blaine's face, running his fingers up and down the sides, sometimes moving to his hair. Blaine felt himself start to get hard; he loved when Kurt touched his hair.

"So I'm going to get all the gentlemen crap out of the way now. Are you sure? Are you comfortable with me fucking you? Are you reading for me to spread you out and take care of your every need? Are you able to handle coming apart under me? Are you ready?"

While Kurt was talking, Blaine could feel his breathing pick up more, his heart start racing, and he'd never felt so hard in his life. He could barely focus on the words Kurt was saying, his voice was so soft and sultry, he could be saying anything and Blaine would just go with it.

"Blaine, answer me." Kurt said firmly.

He went to answer, but got stuck on the words, so just nodded, hoping that would be enough for Kurt. Kurt rubbed the side of Blaine's face again, softly at first, and then started scratching a little. "Baby, I need you to speak, it wouldn't be very nice of you to be quiet, now would it?"

Blaine cleared his throat harshly, stuttering out his answer. "Yes, s-sorry. Yes, please Kurt, you can do anything, just please do something."

Kurt grinned and moved off of Blaine and what the hell? Where was he going? Blaine had said yes dammit! Kurt must have noticed something in his expression, because he stopped halfway off the bed. "We can't exactly do this with clothes on you know?" he said cheekily.

Oh! Well of course they couldn't wear clothes; Blaine knew that, he just didn't want Kurt to leave in the process. Blaine nodded, not sure if he was answering or not, but Kurt had started to take off his shirt; he couldn't focus on much else. There wasn't anything overly sensual about Kurt removing his clothes, but really it was what was underneath that Blaine was enthralled by. Blaine had leaned up on his elbows, so that he could watch better; Kurt was looking at Blaine watching him. "Blaine, you too." He said motioning down at him.

Blaine looked at Kurt in confusion. "Hmmm?"

"Clothes Blaine, take yours off, unless you have other ideas?"

And no, Blaine did not have other ideas, he wanted to feel Kurt's skin on his, he couldn't wait for that. He quickly took off his shirt, glad that it was just a t-shirt today. He kicked off his shoes, and then swiftly took off his jeans and underwear, not really giving him time to be embarrassed about being naked. Once off, Blaine looked up at Kurt, who was standing staring at him. Kurt was licking his lips, and he had his hand on his own cock, squeezing it at the base. Blaine's chest constricted, because fuck Kurt was gorgeous, biting his lip hard Blaine had to grab himself too, just to keep from coming.

Kurt moved, almost like he'd needed Blaine to do something before he could, he went to the dresser and pulled something out. "It's lube and a condom, I don't want to have to look while we are busy."

Blaine gulped and nodded he was being distracted again; Kurt was walking towards him, even if it wasn't meant to be, it was still a sexy sight. Kurt tossed the items on the bed, and climbed on from the bottom, moving up towards Blaine. He was tingly all over; everything seemed extremely intense, every time Kurt would brush against his skin his breath would hitch. Every time Blaine felt Kurt breath he felt his heart race. Every time Kurt looked at him, he felt his stomach clench.

Soon enough Kurt was above him, he wasn't pressing down yet though, and Blaine really needed him to do that, but he wanted Kurt to take the lead. Something must have shown in his eyes, because in the next second Kurt had pressed fully on top of him, and was kissing him intensely.

It started out slow but passionate, Kurt licking into Blaine's mouth as soon as Blaine opened it for him. Kurt then began nipping at Blaine's lips, and then sucking on his tongue. Blaine let him take control, opening himself fully to Kurt. Kurt pressed his groin harder against Blaine's and started grinding against him. Soon enough the urgency started to build up and Blaine felt his hands starting moving of their own accord. First he was grabbing at Kurt's back, rubbing up and down. Then he moved to the back of his head, right at the hair line, and started tugging. At that touch Kurt started moving his hips faster and pressing more insistently into Blaine, wanting to get as close as possible. Blaine pressed up into him, wanting the friction, and to feel as much as he could.

It seemed like the air around them was sparking with electricity, like the more they moved the more intense his need became. Blaine kept wanting to get closer to Kurt, but he couldn't, not until Kurt was in him. He opened up to him, leaning whichever way Kurt wanted, spreading his legs, leaning his head to the side, when Kurt wanted to kiss his neck. Blaine was overloaded with feelings, Kurt was so hot, and every kiss was hard and just made Blaine want more. While Kurt was sucking into his neck, Blaine was panting trying to catch his breath, he needed Kurt inside him. This wasn't enough. "Kurt, please. Can you? I need you, please."

He knew the words weren't right, but his head was a complete mess. Kurt just kept sucking his neck, biting and licking at it, causing Blaine to moan loudly and thrust his hips up. He finally started talking though, in-between each touch. "What do you need, baby?" Kurt bit into his neck roughly, pressing his hips down harshly and dragging them up and down.

Blaine felt his whole body move, his thighs tightening on Kurt's hips, his hands piercing Kurt's back, his toes curling, he groaned lowly in the back of his throat. "Fuck, Kurt, please. I want you. I need you. Please. Fuck."

Kurt lifted his head to look into Blaine's eyes, which were glazed over with lust, but so were Kurt's. He nodded his head, taking Blaine in. "Yeah, baby. I've got you." He sat up, running his hands down Blaine's sides, causing him to shiver.

Kurt moved his hand to reach for the lube on the bed, he made quick work opening it and squeezing the liquid onto his fingers. Kurt grabbed Blaine's leg with his non-lubed hand, pulling it up enough so that he could expose Blaine's hole completely. He didn't draw it out, knowing how bad Blaine wanted and needed it, he rubbed and circled Blaine's rim once, before pushing one finger into the knuckle.

Blaine tensed for a half a second before sighing, because this is what he wanted, and fucking hell it felt great. Blaine clenched his eyes shut just for a moment, taking everything in; how he felt right now, how close he was going to be to Kurt, nothing would top that feeling. He opened his eyes again, and looked at Kurt, who was watching his own finger go into Blaine's ass. Blaine bit his lip, his stomach tightening at the look of hunger on Kurt's face.

"More." Blaine breathed out.

Kurt looked up at him, and nodded. He put another finger in, and spread them, then hooked them searching for Blaine's prostate. Blaine almost screamed from the suddenness of it, it felt so good, everything felt so good right now, and he wanted it to never end. He pressed down on Kurt's fingers, which hadn't stopped moving, he still wanted more though. Kurt must have known because soon enough there was another finger added. Kurt then leaned down onto Blaine, so he could press kisses to his chest, neck, and mouth. While he was pumping his fingers in and out of Blaine, Kurt started talking, whispering into his ear.

"Is this enough? Do you want more? Or do you want to get off like this? I bet you could come just from this, nothing else. What do you think; do you need my cock still?"

"Fuck yes, Kurt please, need it!" Blaine couldn't breathe Kurt's words and hands, everything was all over the place and he couldn't process anything. He needed Kurt, so much, he felt like screaming or crying or anything at all. He just needed something. "Please, please. Need you so much, please Kurt? Please." He was just moaning, his words disjointed and only half making sense.

Kurt pulled his fingers out, and Blaine almost cried, he had tears in his eyes from the intensity of it all; he was so hard it hurt.

"Shh, baby, it'll be fine, I got you."

Blaine wasn't sure what was happening, he just knew Kurt wasn't on him or in him anymore, and that sucked. He was breathing deeply, every part of his body was either tense or plaint; his brain was only full of thoughts of Kurt, and how he made him feel. He rolled his head to the side trying to find Kurt, not seeing him; he looked back in front of him. Kurt was there, kneeling in-between his legs, putting a condom on, which made Blaine glad. Kurt's fingers had been so good, and his cock would be better, Blaine just knew it.

Blaine blinked, and the next thing he knew Kurt was an inch from his face, kissing his mouth gently. "You with me, baby?"

Blaine nodded, not being able to do much more; he raised his legs enough to push the back of Kurt with his knees, hoping to get him to do something.

"Yeah, I know, I'm getting there." Kurt said with a grin.

He leaned back again, and he gripped Blaine's thighs, pulling them up so Blaine was resting on Kurt's thighs, before he gripped his cock and lined himself up with Blaine before he started pushing into him slowly. Blaine was gripping the sheets tightly, it stung just a little when Kurt passed the rim, but the pleasure exceeded it by quite a lot. Once Kurt was all the way in, he leaned down towards Blaine so that he could speak right into his ear.

"You good baby? This is what you wanted, yeah?" Kurt asked his voice deep and raspy from the exertion. "You love having my cock in you, don't you? Do you want me to move, baby?"

Blaine just moaned in answer, pressing his hips into Kurt as much as he could. Kurt finally did, he started at an even pace, not wanting to drag it out too much more, but he wanted it to last too. Blaine was breathing heavily, he wanted to be closer, though he knew that was crazy, there was no way they could be closer than this.

Kurt started kissing his mouth, licking into his mouth, pulling him as tightly to his chest as he could. Blaine's hands had started to run down Kurt's back roughly, turning into scratches, and then deep red lines appeared on Kurt's back. Feeling the nails on his back, Kurt started thrusting into Blaine faster, kissing him more deeply, more roughly. Both of them moaning in-between kisses, each pulling at each other as much as they could. Kurt was pulling at Blaine's hair, causing him to cry out into Kurt's mouth. Kurt moved from Blaine's mouth to his neck, sucking roughly. He adjusted his position a little, causing his cock to start hitting Blaine's prostate.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. Kurt. Oh God!"

"I know, fuck, you feel so good Blaine, fuck."

Kurt thrust once more exceedingly hard, and Blaine came yelling Kurt's name, neither one had had to touch him. Blaine's orgasm was so intense, everything was stars and lights, and Kurt was still moving inside him, making it feel even better. Blaine kept holding onto to Kurt, riding out his orgasm, because it all just felt so good still. He didn't want it to stop.

Kurt thrust into him twice more before he came too; he was quieter than Blaine, just letting out a low moan. He leaned down, resting on Blaine more, pressed small kisses onto Blaine's neck, coming down slowly from the high. They held each other for a few minutes, neither wanting to really move from this position. Kurt eventually moved enough to get off of Blaine and pull out. Blaine moaned it felt weird feeling empty all of a sudden, like he was missing something important.

Kurt sat up on the bed to remove the condom and tossed it into the bin. He laid back down, and pulled Blaine into his chest, making him rest his head on it. He started to run his fingers through Blaine's hair, which was curly and wild, Kurt loved it. "You okay?"

Blaine sighed, and smiled into Kurt's chest, he looked up to see Kurt watching him. "I've never been better."

Kurt smiled too. "Me neither."