A/N: I love you guys. I really do. You guys fill me with so much...glee. Pardon the pun, but there's no other way to describe the feeling that swells up in my chest when I get a review. :)

Rating: This is a hard one, but I'm gonna keep it a T, because nothing happens...not really. Okay, fine. T - M.

"This was my favourite place to go…when I was littler," Blaine grinned, presenting his tree.

Kurt stared at it with wide eyes. "You had a tree house?"

"I did," he smirked, and headed for the ladder.

"Blaine!" the tone of voice made Blaine stop in his tracks. "How long has it been since you've been up there?"

"Uhm…yesterday, maybe?"

Kurt let out a breath of relief. "Doesn't look like it,"

"It's perfectly safe, come on," Blaine leapt onto the first rung, and held his hand out to Kurt. "There be no place aboard this ship for the lily-livered,"

Kurt raised his eyebrow at Blaine, supressing a giggle at the coarseness of his voice. "What?"

Blaine shrugged. "I liked being a pirate up here,"

Kurt grinned as he imagined a younger Blaine, dressed up in full pirate gear. He stood a good meter away from the tree, his arms folded determinedly. The sun was sinking in the sky, casting a pinky blue glow over them.

"Please?" Blaine pouted. "This is kind of a big thing for me…"

Kurt glanced at the tree wearily. "And why might that be?"

Blaine stepped off the bottom rung and approached Kurt, taking his hands. "I didn't have many friends when I was younger," he said softly. "Just my father. We built this tree house together," Blaine looked back at the tree with…Kurt couldn't place it – admiration? "Now that I can't share it with my father anymore…I'd like to share it with you,"

Well how could Kurt resist? "Okay. But if I hear so much as a creaky floorboard, I'm out,"

Blaine grinned and nodded, leading him to the step ladder. Blaine went up first, swiftly hoisting himself onto the wood.

"You know I'm going to have to wash my uniform at least forty times, right?" Kurt winced as he touched the wooden planks.

He wasn't a climber. Hell, he wasn't an outdoorsy person at all. He wasn't unfit – he had weights at home that he occasionally used to keep his arms and stomach taught – just so they didn't go flabby, but climbing wasn't his thing. Especially not in his uniform.

He pulled himself up, glaring at Blaine who was lying over the side, contentedly grinning at him.

"You owe me," Kurt muttered as he hauled himself to the top. Blaine stretched out an arm, which Kurt accepted.

Together, they got him over the edge and into the tree house. Their legs dangled over the sides, and Blaine stretched his arm out around Kurt, nuzzling his shoulder gently.

"It's gorgeous up here," Kurt muttered, surveying the view. Blaine nodded and kissed Kurt gently on the cheek, then crawled further into the tree house.

Kurt turned too, finding the inside of the tree house quite pleasant. There were no windows, but there was hardly a roof – two sheets of plastic tied to a large plank of wood at the top stopped the rain getting in. It was well built - there were no cracks in the wood. Blaine was setting up a picnic rug in the centre. Kurt's eyebrows rose.

"You planned this?"

"I'm not really spontaneous," Blaine joked, "I just act like I am,"

Kurt crawled over, joining him on the rug. The two of them set up a mock formal dinner, using plates and forks. Blaine had brought sandwiches and salad, along with a couple of cartons of soft drink.

"Why so much?" Kurt questioned, peering into the esky.

"I'm planning on spending tonight up here…" Blaine grinned, biting a small piece of lettuce that was hanging off his sandwich. "Care to join me?"

Kurt beamed and nodded. "I'll have to grab some stuff,"

Blaine shook his head and put his sandwich down, crawling over to a pile of bags, blankets and pillows. He dug around before finding a specific bag, and then threw it over at Kurt. Opening it, Kurt found some of his clothes.

"What…?"

"Remember that night you stayed over…?" Kurt nodded. "You left your clothes here when we went to school,"

Kurt nodded and threw the bag back in the pile.

"How'd you know I'd say yes?"

"You love me too much to say no?" Blaine mused, and crawled towards his boyfriend, kissing him gently.

"That's gotta be it," Kurt kissed him back. "Go eat your dinner,"

Blaine laughed and returned to his place at the rug, taking his sandwich with one hand. He took a bite, and almost flushed when he saw Kurt staring at him.

"What?" he managed after he swallowed.

"Nothing," Kurt muttered, a blush creeping up his cheeks.

"No, don't do that to me. What?"

Kurt let out a breathy giggle. "You're cute when you eat. You…your lips turn up after each bite, as if you're really enjoying the food."

Blaine laughed. "I am really enjoying the food,"

They continued to eat in silence, Blaine grinning after every bite – just to tease Kurt. When the food was cleared, Blaine and Kurt got to work setting up the bed. They set it up in the far corner, away from the opening that served as a door. Blaine used a spare sheet to create a flap that concealed them from anyone likely to peer in.

"This is very homey," Kurt grinned, surveying their work.

Blaine moved up behind his boyfriend, wrapping his arms around his waist. He kissed his neck gently, nipping at his ear lobe. Kurt brought his hand up to stoke Blaine's curls, leaning his own head back onto Blaine's shoulder as he continued to suck on his pale skin.

A shiver went down Kurt's body has he closed his eyes, using Blaine has his support. Blaine's tongue licked around Kurt's jawbone, emitting a low moan from the boy. When Blaine stopped, Kurt made a small squeak of protest. Kurt could still feel Blaine's breath on his neck, and he waited for Blaine to make a move.

"I love you," he whispered into his ear and Kurt stopped breathing.

"I love you too," Kurt turned and pressed himself up against Blaine, breathing in his scent before giving him a tantalisingly slow and long kiss.

Kurt's hand snaked down Blaine's chest, pulling at his uniform. Blaine drew in a breath as Kurt's hand went lower, brushing the waist line of his pants until the hand rested on his hips.

"Kurt…" Blaine warned in between kisses as Kurt explored lower, his hand on Blaine's thigh.

Kurt grinned against Blaine's lips and rubbed Blaine's thigh through the Dalton pants.

"Kurt…!" Blaine hissed and bucked away, pushing Kurt slightly. Kurt looked lost for a second as Blaine turned away. "You get me started and I am not going to stop,"

Kurt smiled lightly and pushed himself against Blaine from behind, whispering low in his ear. "Maybe I want you to get started…" his whole face flushed, but he was grinning.

"Fuck,Kurt…" Blaine muttered as Kurt started to nibble Blaine's ear. "I'm serious,"

"So am I," Kurt whispered, pulling Blaine backwards. He turned his Warbler until he was pressed up against the wall of the tree house. Kissing him slowly, their hearts started to race..

"Are you positive?" Blaine muttered as Kurt started to trail kisses down his throat.

"Mmhm," Kurt mumbled, licking the skin over Blaine's Adam's apple.

Blaine wasted no time – it was if Kurt's mumble had flicked a switch in his brain. He got to work on Kurt's shirt, unbuttoning and sliding it off, along with his blazer. Blaine traced patterns over his bare torso, following them along with his tongue. Kurt shivered and his heart sped up even more – he could feel it drumming against his chest. Blaine made short work of his own shirt, throwing it on the floor and returning his attention to Kurt.

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"It's okay," Blaine muttered for the billionth time, rubbing small circles on Kurt's back.

"It's not," Kurt flinched away, his head in his hands. His face was beet red, spreading down his chest.

"It really is," Blaine muttered, kissing his shoulder gently. "I understand,"

"How could you…you were fully prepared for…" Kurt couldn't even say it.

The two of them sat on their makeshift bed, their shirts still off.

"I was freaking out too!" Blaine explained.

"Yeah but…" Kurt blushed. "You were ready…"

"What does it matter?" Blaine asked, sidling closer and squeezing his hand. "When you're ready, I'll be ready for you. I wasn't serious when I said I wouldn't be able to stop…"

"What made you stop then?"

"The look on your face. It was pure fear…nothing else. I don't want our relationship…" he took a breath. "I don't want our first time to be based on fear. You have to be comfortable…"

Kurt blushed again.

"I'm so sorry…"

Blaine huffed. "I swear, if you apologise one more time…"

Kurt laughed a little, still feeling insecure and awkward – his hands were still shaking. Blaine pulled him into a hug, their body heat warming each other up. It was getting cold.

"Bed?" he asked and Kurt nodded, retrieving his bag. When he found clothes that were suitable to sleep in, he turned around, which Blaine snorted at.

"I'm sorry," Kurt muttered, feeling self-conscious.

"Don't be babe," Blaine laughed. "You can be as shy as you want."

Blaine looked for pants and changed his Dalton ones, then found a shirt but ended up leaving his torso bare – managing to do so in the time it took Kurt to self-consciously change from his Dalton uniform to shorts and a shirt.

Without a word, Kurt climbed in beside Blaine, still blushing and shaking slightly.

"Kurt?" Blaine shuffled close to his boy, who made a small noise of acknowledgement. "You okay?"

Kurt didn't say anything for a while, fooling Blaine into believing he had truly scarred the boy for life. When he did talk, it was in a whisper.

"Every day…I'm amazed at you,"

"What?"

"I…I was going to do it you know. I'd psyched myself up…I was teasing you…and yet…you still knew I wasn't ready…and you stopped. That takes self-control…and you seem to have so much of it…and you're completely fine with us not…"

Blaine chuckled and rolled onto his side, draping his arm around Kurt's chest.

"I love you Kurt…I don't ever want to do anything that would make you…uneasy…or scared…or even embarrassed. I…" Blaine closed his eyes and took a breath. "You may think I'm crazy, but I want to spend the rest of my life with you…" his eyes flicked open and rested on Kurt. "…and to have the image of you – scared and afraid of me, because of something I've done…I couldn't live with that."

Kurt rolled on his side to look at Blaine, a wide grin on his face.

"I love you, and I…I want to spend my…my eternity, with you as well," Kurt kissed him again, no longer upset.

Blaine giggled a little breathlessly as they pulled away. Kurt turned over, pressing his back into Blaine. He wrapped an arm around him and pulled him even closer, letting Kurt rest his head on his other arm.

"Night Kurt," Blaine nuzzled him, resting his lips against his neck.

"Night Blaine,"

A/N: Kay. So...ugh...wow. I teased the crap out of you all, and it was probably all very anti-climacitc, but I needed to go to this place. I didn't see many fics out there were Kurt wasn't okay with having sex with Blaine, and I kinda needed to make sure that if Kurt said no, Blaine would be okay with it. I don't know why. It just seemed appropriate. It was actually supposed to go there, but I didn't feel in the mood, and it didn't feel right...it probably won't ever - I've only written a handful of smutty scenes and it's all because I've hated the characters and I didn't feel guilty about going places that were weird. With Kurt and Blaine, I feel like I'm imposing or something.

And by the way, I'll let you decide if this actually happened. _snigger.