As per usual, practice Thursday had gone to hell.

"Okay! Take five!" Mike called out from where he and Brittany stood at the front of the stage, facing the others on stage. Kurt was in center stage, with Rachel and Santana to his left and Annie to his right. Sunshine was supposed to be on his far right, but for the second day in a row, she hadn't come to practice.

"Five what?" Brittany asked, blinking over at Mike. Kurt rolled his eyes and stalked off stage angrily, picking up his water bottle as he went. Both Rachel and Annie looked as though they might follow him, but with glances to each other decided that it was probably a terrible idea.

"Nice job up there, Princess!" Jesse said as Kurt passed. Kurt raised his middle finger up without even looking at the boy.

"Fuck off, St. James!" He bit back. Jesse had been tormenting everyone in the cast all afternoon.

"What? Or are you suddenly not playing Snow White? Because last I heard, that's a…"

"I'm pretty sure he just told you to fuck off. Which involves shutting up." Annie said, stepping up to the edge of the stage and crossing her arms. Jesse looked her up and down, smirking.

"Wow, pipsqueak, that's quite some language for someone who resembles the little tea-"

"JESSE!" Rachel said, spinning on him from where she was trying to explain the concept of five minutes to Brittany. Jesse instantly shut up as she took Annie by the hand and the two girls walked backstage. With a loud sigh, Kurt fell into the chair next to Blaine.

"This was the worst idea ever." He whined, turning his head toward Blaine on his very limp neck. Blaine grinned, putting an arm around Kurt's shoulder.

"I hate to remind you, but you're the one who wanted to do this with a plot surrounding Pippa Middleton."

"Yes, but with the girl playing Rosemary in the How to Succeed revival playing Pippa and an ensemble cast including Neil Patrick Harris as Prince William." Kurt said, and Blaine chuckled and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Kurt snuggled into his shoulder, making little whimpering noises. Kurt had been on stage for the past three hours, most of it spent working on this same dance. They had scheduled to learn it the day before, but had decided to put it off since Sunshine was absent. They hadn't given her such courtesy today, and had tried to learn the dance around the missing girl. Annie was holding up her belief that she couldn't dance spectacularly, to the point where Brittany had to physically correct her multiple times, getting Santana worked up. Jesse had been alternating between catcalling Rachel and taunting the others, sometimes managing to do both as well. All of this on top of keeping Blaine's secret was seriously zapping Kurt of all energy.

It really was a miracle that they had managed to keep the fact that Blaine was living with Kurt right now a secret. Despite his heart-to-heart with Mercedes, Kurt had decided against telling her because of the subsequent inevitable run through the gossip machine. That was one of the good things about Rachel: she was one of the few people in the Glee club who could usually keep secrets.

"I just wanna go home and sleep." Kurt murmured into Blaine's shoulder, and the older boy grinned and kissed the top of Kurt's head.

"Sleeping definitely looks preferable to whatever the hell Brittany and Mike are making you do on stage." Blaine said, loving the feel of Kurt's soft, silky hair against his cheek. He had worn it down today because he felt it went better with the striped wide-cut shirt he was wearing with his dance pants.

Actually, lately, sleeping looked preferable to most things. Because now that Blaine knew that he'd have a place to stay and wouldn't have to worry about being sent to live with his grandparents in New York, he could actually appreciate being able to curl up next to Kurt at night.

The night before they spent the night whispering and kissing until they finally giggled themselves to sleep. Blaine hadn't been able to stop thinking about how it was exactly how he wanted to end each night for the rest of his life.

But just because he was at the point where he was able to be that happy, he knew that soon enough he wouldn't be able to do that with Kurt for at least a year.

Because tomorrow Blaine planned to formally accept the Berrys' offer. If Rachel's constant probing about his decorative tastes were an indication, he'd be moved in within the weekend.

"It would be okay if they'd just move on since our first song is next." Kurt murmured. "It's slow so no stupid dancing."

"Which is why we're not going to get to practice it today, since it's a choreography rehearsal." Blaine said, grinning. Kurt pouted and pushed him.

"Whoa, leave room for Jesus, gentlemen." Santana said, walking up behind them.

"There's an entire armrest between us, Santana." Kurt mumbled as the two looked back at her.

"Doesn't cancel out the bedroom eyes." Santana said, bracing herself over them with her elbows on their respective seats. "Auntie Tana picks up on cues, boys." She continued, "And someone doesn't have a certain stick up his ass anymore. Or at least replaced it a different one."

"Oh my God!" Kurt leapt up in his seat, flailing his hands in horror. Blaine laughed and turned back to Santana.

"Does that answer your question?" He asked, and Santana frowned.

"You're really not fucking him?" She asked, and Blaine shook his head. She gave a scrutinizing look at the itsy-bitsy smirk he couldn't keep away while doing it.

"You know, you talk a lot about sex for someone who hasn't been getting her usual daily dose." Kurt said, primly sitting up in his seat. Blaine's mouth fell open a little bit.

"What makes you think that, Hummel? Just because Dave and I broke up doesn't mean that we aren't still…"

"You really expect us to believe that?" Kurt asked, raising an eyebrow. Santana blinked and looked at him.

"You know, don't you?" She asked, her voice much quieter than it had been. Kurt raised his eyebrows.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh my God, did you two hook up?"

"No." Kurt and Blaine both said forcefully, enough for Santana to back off a little bit.

"Sorry. But if you know, why was he able to run you out of this school?" She said, sitting down on the armrest of the seats behind them, still leaning forward. Kurt's hand took Blaine's and held tightly, willing him not to speak.

"He told me he'd kill me if I told." He said, fidgeting.

"Fuck." Santana said. "But you're not afraid now?" Kurt shook his head.

"No. But I'm still not going to out him."

"I don't see why. I would." She said, frowning and glancing at Blaine.

"Don't look at me. Kurt's a better person than I am."

"For the same reason I'm not walking around outing you, Santana." Kurt said, rolling his eyes.

"Shut up, Hummel! There's nothing to out me about." Santana said, glaring at Kurt and taking a quick glance at Blaine before looking back down.

"It's okay if you've 'gotta gay,' Santana." Blaine said, grinning. She scowled.

"What makes you…"

"I'm not that oblivious."

"Oh, yes you are." Kurt said, and Blaine scrunched up his face at him.

"Point is, gaydar applies to ladies as well."

"And he wasn't even there to see you sing to Brittany." Kurt reminded her.

"What is your point?" Santana asked, blushing.

"That it's wrong to out people, so don't out Karofsky." Kurt said.

"FINE!" Santana growled, standing up to walk away.

"Oh, Santana?" Blaine said, tipping his head backward to see her.

"Yes?" She bit out, tapping her bare foot.

"You and Brittany really make a cute couple." He finished, and Santana blushed and smiled before walking away.

"Oh, hi, Artie." Annie said as she and Rachel walked backstage to find him leaning over a prop desk, a notebook in hand.

"Hey, Annie. Hey, Rachel."

"Artie, you know you don't have to be here today, right?" Rachel asked. Artie nodded a little sadly.

"I know. I didn't have anything else to do."

"So what are you doing?" Annie asked, walking over to him. He leaned back so she could see the notebook.

"I'm working on writing lighting cues based on what's going on during the show. I have to redo it every time the choreography changes.

"Oops." Annie said with a giggle, looking up to Rachel who giggled, too. "Guess I'm giving you some extra work." She said, grimacing. Artie looked up to her, his expression confused.

"Yeah. What happened, Annie?" He asked. Annie's smile stayed the same, but her eyes fell just a little bit.

"It's been years since I've danced, Artie. I guess I've lost my coordination." She said, shrugging. Artie nodded, looking back at his paper.

"I forgot you took dance." Rachel said, thinking. "You quit when we were… what… ten?"

"Nine." Annie corrected, a sad little smile on her face. She shook her head, her curly ponytail tossing in the light. "Guess it's biting me in the butt now." She said, back to her bravado.

"Yeah, guess so." Artie said, a little quiet.

"Okay, that's five!" Mike yelled, and Kurt groaned, sinking back into his boyfriend's shoulders.

"I'm not going back up there." He mumbled, making Blaine laugh.

"Show must go on, kid."

"Don't call me kid, that's what my dad calls me." Kurt whined, and Blaine chuckled.

"Sorry." He said, leaning in and kissing him. Kurt hummed, kissing Blaine again as the older boy pulled back.

"Stay like this." Kurt murmured, and Blaine kissed him again, smiling.

"Guys!" Rachel yelled, her voice a bit of a squeak. Kurt glanced up to see Rachel, Annie and Santana back on stage, waiting for him.

"Kurt!" Annie yelled.

"Practice your song with Rachel, I'm busy." Kurt called back, making Blaine laugh.

"Clearly." Santana said with a snort.

"Come on, Kurt!" Mike yelled, looking a little frustrated from where he sat on the edge of the stage.

"I think you better go before they come rip you away." Blaine said, and Kurt sighed before standing up, leaning over to kiss Blaine one more time and starting to walk to the stage. As he walked, he felt everyone's eyes on him and he smirked.

"What?" He asked, hands on his hips as he stared back at all of them once he reached the stage. Santana looked him up and down.

"If you two really aren't fucking yet, I give it a week."

"TELL ME, HOW MANY FROGS DO I HAVE TO KISS?"

"Blaine."

"HOW MANY FROGS DO I HAVE TO KISS,"

"Blaine."

"UNTIL I FIND MY PRINCE? UNTIL I FIND MY PRINCE."

"BLAINE!" Kurt yelled, spinning back around on his boyfriend as the two walked back into the Hummel house behind Annie and Finn. Blaine grinned at him and Kurt had to resist the urge to tackle him right then and there. Instead, he fixed him with his very best bitch face.

"When I comment on not wanting to hear a song ever again as long as I live, that isn't a request for you to start singing it as loud as you possibly can."

Finn glanced at Annie. "I'm going to Rachel's. I suggest you run." He said. She nodded before scurrying out of the kitchen, leaving the two alone as Blaine continued to smile at Kurt.

"But you like to hear me sing." Blaine said, his voice low and teasing. Kurt tried to scowl, but he could feel the edges of his lips tipping up into a smile.

"Cocky bastard." He said, and Blaine smiled wider.

"You know there's so many jokes I can make out of that statement, right?"

"Then why don't you?" Kurt asked, blinking in an extra pretty way. It took Blaine a minute to remember what he was saying.

"Because you'll make fun of me." He pouted. Kurt smirked.

"Of course I will. But that doesn't get you off the hook." Kurt said. Blaine rolled his eyes and pulled Kurt closer by his belt loops, standing on tip-toe so he could whisper in Kurt's ear.

"Want to see just how cocky I can get?" He asked, voice cracking into a laugh at the end of his sentence. Kurt pushed him down on to his feet, laughing.

"That's pathetic." He admonished before pressing his lips to Blaine's. Blaine laughed as well before pressing his lips back to Kurt's.

"Sorry. I kind of lose my wit around you." Blaine murmured, and Kurt rolled his eyes.

"You're terrible!" He said, pressing his lips back to Blaine's.

"You obviously don't thi-" Blaine started to retort, but Kurt's mouth closed back over his and his tongue slid into Blaine's mouth, effectively cutting off whatever it was he had to say. Blaine kissed back, wrapping his arms around Kurt's back and squeezing that perfectly shaped ass the two heard heavy footsteps and quickly sprung apart right before Burt walked into the kitchen.

For his part, Burt did his best to keep a poker face as he looked at the two boys.

"Hey, Dad, what's up?" Kurt asked, flicking his hair back over his forehead. Blaine did his best to smile, though he panicked a little as Burt turned his attention his way.

"Well, I came in here to ask Blaine what Rachel said about him talking to her parents tomorrow." He said, and Blaine nodded.

"She said they'll be home tomorrow afternoon, so I can come over and talk to them then." Blaine said, sobering up a little bit. Burt nodded.

"Good. Making sure that's all well. Carole's out getting dinner." He said, looking back over at Kurt. "So she'll be home soon." He said before making himself a glass of iced tea, stalling so as to not leave the two alone for too long.

"Dammit, Blaine, I have that stupid song stuck in my head." Kurt whined from where he was slathering lotions across his face at his vanity. Blaine grinned from the bed; setting down a copy of The Scarlet Pimpernel he had borrowed from Annie.

"I only sang it once. The other five hundred times you have only Mike to blame."

"Yeah, but Mike's not here right now so you're the only one within blaming distance." Kurt said, turning and scrunching his face at Blaine, a streak of white lotion still showing on his forehead.

"I'm sorry?"

"You should be." Kurt said, wiping in the last of the lotion before getting up, shutting off the light and climbing onto the bed. He crawled over to Blaine, kissing up his chest over the fabric of his shirt. Blaine's breathing changed as Kurt did so, slipping his hands under the fabric and pulling it up over his boyfriend's head and off his arms. Running a hand down Blaine's bare chest, Kurt pressed his lips against Blaine's and the older boy moaned into his mouth as Kurt opened his mouth against Blaine's and slid his tongue into his mouth.

Blaine grabbed on to the curve of Kurt's ass tightly, making the younger boy moan into his mouth in return. Kurt grinded himself down against Blaine, making them both moan again. As Blaine released his mouth, Kurt slid down, kissing around his boyfriend's chin and neck.

"You… shirt… off…" Blaine muttered as Kurt ran the tip of his tongue around the various tendons of Blaine's neck. Kurt snickered, licking at his Adam's apple.

"Little demanding, don't you think?" Kurt asked, pressing his lips against the bump and moving his kisses down to Blaine's collarbone.

"Says someone regularly referred to by his friends as a prima donna." Blaine said, and Kurt nipped down on Blaine's skin. "God! Okay! That was terribly demanding of me and I'm sorry!" He said. Kurt released his skin from his teeth, lips turning up into a smile as he sucked at the skin, leaving behind a tiny purple hickey on Blaine's collarbone. Obeying Blaine's previous request, he pulled off his shirt, sliding his chest against Blaine's as he kissed down his torso.

Blaine became more impatient as Kurt drew lower, fidgeting under his touch. Kurt drew Blaine's drawstring down on his pants to allow himself to press a kiss right above what he imagined to be the band of Blaine's underwear, but found nothing but slightly hairy skin.

"Did you forget a layer here?" Kurt asked, running a finger over the newly exposed skin, making Blaine breath quicker.

"I usually just sleep in my boxers." Blaine murmured. "Two layers is too much."

"I hear that." Kurt said with a little chuckle, leaning in and licking the same stripe of skin, making Blaine hiss. Kurt could feel Blaine getting harder against his shoulder. He licked again and Blaine went to full attention.

Kurt pulled Blaine's pants away, leaving Blaine open to the colder air for a few long seconds before Kurt's fantastic lips were there, sinking over Blaine. He let out a low moan as Kurt licked at Blaine from inside his mouth, trying not to move. Getting the drift, Kurt put an arm down firmly on Blaine's hip as he began to bob on Blaine's length. Blaine dared to keep his eyes open as Kurt sucked on him: lips red and swollen around him, cheeks hollow with sucking, hair flopping around his face.

Kurt glanced up to see Blaine watching him and practically smiled around Blaine's dick. Blaine gasped, closing his eyes as Kurt gave a kitten lick to him from within his mouth. He opened his eyes when Kurt tugged almost a little sharply at his balls, bringing his eyes back to Kurt who slid his mouth off of him. He started licking up and down diagonal swipes before sliding his mouth back over Blaine for a few bobs before repeating the pattern.

"Kurt…" Blaine murmured, and the younger boy did the pattern in a more exaggerated pattern, sliding his tongue through the slit of Blaine's shaft both times before sinking down further than he had before. Blaine moaned out Kurt's name again as he came, peeking an eye open to see Kurt successfully swallowing him down this time.

"No choking." Kurt said proudly, and Blaine laughed and pulled him forward until his lips were on Blaine's.

Kurt kissed him softly as Blaine settled down. Before long, Blaine flipped them over, rolling on Kurt and making him giggle before pulling down the boy's pajama bottoms and underwear. But before he could focus on putting his mouth on this boy's very hard dick, he noticed something else.

Butt.

Kurt's butt was round and squished out from beneath him, turning slightly red with the pressure of the boy's body. Blaine was so distracted that he reached out a hand and stroked down one ass cheek with his thumb. Kurt gasped and Blaine did it again before flattening out his hand and putting it below Kurt, stroking his fingers up between his cheeks and swiping over the entrance, making Kurt almost yell he was so loud in response.

"Blaine…" Kurt said, a little timidly, breaking Blaine's distraction and bringing his attention back to what was going on. His hand retracted from Kurt like lightning.

"Oh! Sorry! I just… I won't…" He said, squinting his eyes up. Kurt sat up quickly, cupping Blaine's face in one hand and putting the other on his shoulder.

"No, Blaine… it's just… don't we need, like, real lube for that?" He asked, and Blaine's eyes flickered open.

"Oh." He said, eyes fluttering around the room as though looking for some. "I guess we don't have that."

"Nuh uh." Kurt said, staring at him with bright eyes.

No, Blaine thought, they weren't going to sit here and talk about this. Not while Kurt was hard and flushed and ready to be made to moan out Blaine's name and come in his mouth.

"Well, anyway." Blaine said, rolling Kurt's balls in one hand and making his breath hitch. With a smile he ducked down and wrapped his lips around Kurt.

The younger boy moaned and threaded his fingers into Blaine's curls, tugging. Blaine bobbed his head, and he had to admit that he liked doing this with Kurt sitting, the soft pale skin of his stomach against Blaine's cheek as he sucked at Kurt and bobbed his head. With a few well-placed licks and strokes, Kurt came, muttering incoherently and collapsing back onto the pillows.

Blaine crawled up next to him, kissing his forehead lightly. Kurt's eyes flickered open and he smiled at Blaine.

"So… tomorrow… do you think you could buy… real stuff?" He asked, and Blaine's breath stopped for a second.

"If you think it's a good idea." He said, looking into Kurt's bright, reflective eyes.

"Yeah, I do." Kurt said, kissing him gently and starting to put his pajamas back on.

The next day Blaine stood in the sweltering heat outside the Berry's front door for less than a second before ringing the bell, all apprehension gone. Hiram answered the door, his face lighting up when he saw the boy standing there.

"Blaine! Rachel told us you'd be coming over today!" He said, gesturing for Blaine to come into the home. Blaine came walked into the cool interior of the house, slightly familiar with the surroundings. He couldn't help but be almost calmed by the eccentricities of the house. After growing up in such a strict environment, everything about the Berry household and Lima in general felt like a breath of fresh air.

"How are you, Hiram?" Blaine asked, putting his keys down on a table.

"Things are good, Blaine. We're making a lot of progress in New York, but I won't bore you with the details. Leroy will be right in, he's out in the garden. Rachel's back in her room if you want to go get her." He said, gesturing toward his daughter's room. With a nod, Blaine started walking through the hallway.

As he came closer to her room, Blaine's ears picked up music. Rounding the doorway, he saw Rachel standing in front of her mirror, eyes closed and singing into her hairbrush.

"Come on, come on, don't leave me like this, I thought I had you figured out…" Blaine rapped his knuckles on the door and Rachel stopped singing, turning around quickly.

"Oh, it's you, not Finn." She said, exhaling deeply. Blaine cocked an eyebrow at her.

"Why don't you want it to be Finn?" He asked, leaning on the doorframe.

"Because I'm practicing breakup songs." She said as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. Blaine blinked.

"You're breaking up with him?" He asked, standing back tall. Rachel rolled her eyes, though she crossed her arms, looked a little uncomfortable at the question.

"I'm not breaking up with him now."

"But you plan on it?" Blaine asked, frowning. He had thought Rachel seemed excited at the renewal of her relationship with Finn.

"It's kind of the basis of how we're together right now." Rachel said, walking up to Blaine. "We're together for the year. Then I go to New York and it's over."

"So you're practicing songs for the end of your doomed relationship?" Blaine asked, squinting at her a little bit.

"Basically." She said, shrugging. "It's kind of how we communicate about these sorts of things."

Blaine thought back to all the different terms Kurt had used for Rachel and Finn's relationship. The one that cropped up most in his mind was "dysfunctional."

"Does that… work?" Blaine asked, a little hesitantly. Rachel sighed.

"Not really. But it keeps things interested, which is really all I care about right now."

Blaine nodded; he was starting to gather as much about Rachel. It wasn't a bad trait; hell, before he had an encounter with a certain bad spy, he had just been trying to amuse himself through high school and get on with his life.

Well, maybe a little bit after that entanglement with espionage. His pride wasn't getting over the Jeremiah incident anytime soon.

"So why a 'take me back' song?" Blaine asked, having placed the song easily. Rachel blushed, looking down.

"Because I don't know how I'm going to actually feel come May." Rachel said quietly. "So I'm preparing for as many situations as I can."

"You know the one that happens will be the one you don't have an option for, don't you?" Blaine said. Rachel nodded.

"I'm not picking a goodbye song or a forever song. Just everything in between." Rachel said. Blaine reached out and put a hand on her shoulder, and she looked up at him, big brown eyes shining at him.

"If you're going to live in the moment, do it, Rachel. Don't make yourself miserable for a year."

"You're really smart, Blaine." She said, and he laughed.

"Not when it comes to myself. Ask Kurt."

"Oh, trust me. I've heard of all of your shortfalls from dear Mr. Hummel, and let's just say that he can't even keep a straight face relaying them." She said, smiling. Blaine winced, and she genuinely laughed, linking their arms.

"It was a smitten kind of smile, Blaine. It was precious."

"Smitten?" He asked, blushing a little bit around his happy little smile. Rachel gave another laugh.

"You two are too cute! I can barely handle it!" She said, unlinking her arm just enough to squeeze his hand. "Now, are you here to tell my Daddies that you're going to be my new roommate?" She asked, and he nodded emphatically. Relinking their arms, she smiled.

"To Oz?"

"To Oz."

"So, yes. I would really appreciate being able to take you up on your offer." Blaine said, smiling and gulping. Hiram's face broke into an immediate smile, and Leroy's already-there smile grew a little bigger.

"We're glad to hear it, Blaine." Leroy said. "You're sure you've thought it all out?"

"Absolutely." Blaine said. And, really, what was there to think out? Blaine was sure that he could handle the Berrys' craziness, including extended time with Rachel. Actually, he was a little excited for it.

"Well, if you're sure, it's settled." Hiram said. "Starlet, when can the room be ready so we can take him off Burt's hands?"

"Well, I've bookmarked all the things we need to buy, and if we express-ship them, they can be here Monday."

"Sound good to you, Blaine?" Leroy asked. Blaine nodded.

"Perfect."

Blaine waved Rachel goodbye one more time and put the car in drive, pulling away from the Berrys' home and down the street. A store. He needed a store, but didn't know where to find one. What type of store did he need, anyway? He knew those stores carried that stuff, but he obviously wasn't going there. He wasn't even eighteen, so he couldn't. But where did? He knew they carried condoms at Walmart… would they carry lube, too? Surely they did. Wait, did he need condoms, too? Not yet, right? But if they were going to need lube…

Blaine's knuckles were turning white as he parked in the Walmart parking lot, throwing the car into park and pulling down the visor. He flipped open the mirror and stared at himself. Get a grip. He clapped his hands to his cheeks, shaking his head a little bit. Just go in and buy the stuff. This was silly. Kurt had asked him to do this. Kurt: his lovely, angel-faced boyfriend who happened to be really uncomfortable about sex stuff. He could do this for Kurt.

God, why couldn't Kurt be uncomfortable about something easy, like swashbuckling across pirate ships or leading a charge in battle?

Okay, those weren't very applicable situations to life in Ohio, so Kurt could very well be uneasy with those, too.

Aware of how distracted his brain was, Blaine swiftly got out of the car and locked it behind him before he could get back to dwelling on how much this was freaking out. Putting his keys in his pocket, he walked into the store.

He realized upon walking in that he had no idea where any of this was located. Avoiding the eyes of the greeter who he thought might sense his confusion and therefore ask him what he was looking for, he meandered over to the pharmacy area. That's where people bought this stuff in places like England, right? He didn't even know why he knew that, or even if it was true. Still, he started walking aisle to aisle, looking for what he needed. Upon coming across an aisle framed with lotions he didn't even want to think of the applications of, he knew he was in the right place.

He simultaneously knew he was in the exact right place and the exact wrong place when he saw the Mohawk on the back of the only other person in the aisle's head. Even worse, he was turning.

"Oh, hey, uh, Blair, right?" Puck said, smiling.

"Blaine." He responded, glancing around nervously.

"Right, Blaine, Kurt's boyfriend. What's up, dude?" Puck said, turning over a box in his hand.

"Umm… not much…" Blaine said, standing stock still. Maybe he could pass for just strolling through the aisle...

"Well something has to be up if you're buying this stuff." Puck said, and Blaine winced. "Guess Hummel's less of a prude than I thought he was. I was totally expecting Rachel to be the next person from glee club to give it up, but I guess not."

"Uh…er… well… uh…" Blaine said, his eyes growing wide as he began to panic.

"Dude, first time buying this stuff?" Puck said, and Blaine nodded, his eyes still wide. Puck laughed. "No worries. The important thing is to buy it. If there's one life lesson I learned from knocking Quinn up, that's it. I guess that doesn't apply, but still. And be honest about the size, because otherwise they don't fit." He said. Blaine nodded. "Don't worry, man. You're getting laid! See you around, Blaine." He said, and left the aisle. Blinking, Blaine took out his phone.

Please don't kill me. –Blaine.

So curly boy IS hitting that! -$antana

I can't believe Puck is going around telling everyone your personal business like that. So rude! Be careful, you guys. Do your reading first! –Rachel Berry

P ran into B buying condoms? –XOXO Mercedes

I better not hear any of what happens down there or I'll kill you and your boyfriend, too. –Annie

Call me if you need to hear about the dolphins and the unicorns! -Britney

Kurt groaned, looking up at Blaine from the kitchen table. Blaine swallowed, nervously shuffling from foot to foot.

"Sorry."

"It's not your fault." Kurt said, sighing and sliding his head down on his crossed arms on the table, the phone in front of him. "It's been a while since I've been first on the gossip chain. I had even forgotten Brittany misspelled her name in her phone signature."

"That's weird." Blaine said, scratching the back of his head.

"So you bought condoms, too?" Kurt said. Biting his lip, Blaine nodded.

"I just… uh… thought it might be a good idea to, you know, have them." He said a little weakly. Kurt nodded.

"No, you're right. I just, you know, would rather have found this out from you." Kurt said wryly, shooting an angry look at his phone. On cue, it lit up with another text. Sighing, he opened it.

You owe me 4 not telling ur dad. –Finn

Kurt rolled his eyes and tossed the phone back down on the table with a clatter.

"Welcome to McKinley, where no business is solely your own and privacy is a myth." Kurt said grumpily. Blaine's lips twitched up in a smile.

"You know it would have been the same way at Dalton. Worse, actually, since there's more out gay guys to stick their noses further up our business."

"Yeah, but at Dalton I doubt if you had run into someone in a condom aisle the whole school would have known about it within half an hour."

"Are you kidding? When Wes lost his virginity sophomore year it was the talk of the school for two days."

"Which ex was that? The blonde cheerleader from Crawford?"

"Yeah."

"That's why." Kurt said, rolling his eyes. "And, besides, Wes told everyone didn't he?"

"Yeah, I think he did."

"Totally not our style." Kurt quipped. Blaine nodded, trying to smile.

"Right."

Kurt lowered his eyes at his boyfriend, sighing.

"Get over here and kiss me and stop feeling so bad about this." He said. Smiling a little reluctantly, Blaine obeyed orders.

That night, Blaine once again sat in Kurt's bed with a book propped against his knees as the younger boy smeared lotion after lotion across his face. It would have been a direct repeat of the night before had Blaine been wearing a shirt or actually reading the words in front of his face.

"You know, you haven't turned the page in over ten minutes." Kurt said, turning sideways to glance at him. Blaine sighed, shutting the book and looking up, meeting Kurt's eye in the mirror.

"Are you upset your friends know that we're… doing stuff?" Blaine asked. Kurt set the bottle of lotion he was holding back down and spun around on his vanity seat, looking Blaine in the eyes.

"I told you I'm not upset with you."

"I know you're not. I mean… in general. I just… I mean…" he stumbled, sighing. Taking a longing look at his lotions, Kurt walked over and crawled up the bed, sitting down next to Blaine and putting a hand lightly on his chest.

"Blaine, what's wrong?" He asked, and Blaine sighed and tried again.

"I just… haven't been thinking of this stuff as… sex until this became a thing. It was just… us… doing… stuff… that felt good. But this is like a wake up call for me, and I know you were really uncomfortable with the concept of sex… and if this is a wakeup call for you, too, and it's too much I don't want to make you uncomfortable." He finished. Kurt smiled and lay down on Blaine's chest, looking him in the eyes.

"I'm okay, Blaine." He said, his voice happy. Blaine blinked, making Kurt snicker and press a kiss to his bare chest.

"You're… you…"

"It's still just us, Blaine. I've been doing the same thing. I mean, I guess physically it's… sex… but I'm totally okay with being with you like this. I like being with you like this. I kinda love it." He said, an evil little smile on his face that brought a smile to Blaine's face and caused him to wrap his arms around his boyfriend tightly.

"I do, too, Kurt." He whispered.

"And I definitely love you." Kurt said, drawing a little pattern on Blaine's chest with his finger.

"Yeah…" Blaine said a little breathily, unable to focus himself into returning the affirmation. Kurt giggled and leaned forward, pressing his lips softly to Blaine's.

"Can I finish my face and get back to you?" He asked. Blaine pouted.

"You know that whole face thing is totally unnecessary, right?" Blaine said, eyes still closed.

"You'll thank me for it in years to come." Kurt said, pecking Blaine on the lips one more time and climbing off of him, admiring the little smile that spread across Blaine's lips.

Years to come.

Blaine could live with that. This entirely new concept of referencing the future was working out really well for him.

Blaine watched Kurt finish his beauty routine before the boy stood up, turned off the light and slid up the bed back into Blaine's arms. Blaine couldn't help but run his thumb across one of Kurt's lotion-saturated cheeks.

Kurt swatted him away, making Blaine giggle.

"You'll mess up everything I just did!" Kurt pouted, pinning both of Blaine's hands down to the bed under his, looking into his eyes in the faint light tossed into the room from the nightlight Kurt had secretly bought when he realized how dark basements are at night.

"But it's so soft." Blaine pouted, and Kurt grinned and kissed him. "Oh, but it's okay if it's my face?"

"Yes. I like your face." Kurt said, kissing him again. Blaine grinned, rubbing his face against Kurt's and making the younger boy giggle. Wrapping his arms around him, Blaine rolled them over so he was above Kurt. He pressed kisses down Kurt's jaw and around to Kurt's other ear, nuzzling his face into Kurt's skin as much as possible. The younger boy squirmed beneath him, giggling the whole time.

"But you don't like my hands, Kurt?" Blaine teased, holding on to Kurt's wrists. Kurt gasped as Blaine slid his hands down Kurt's forearms, pinning him in place with his knees around Kurt's hips. He slid them up Kurt's upper arms, tracing down lightly over Kurt's shirt until he reached the boy's slender hips.

"Blaine…" Kurt whimpered, trying to arch up into him. Blaine grinned, sliding his hands under Kurt's shirt and placing his palms flat against his boyfriend's abdomen.

"Sure you don't like my hands?" He asked, smiling at the way Kurt was wiggling beneath him.

"Nnn-hh." Kurt groaned, shaking his head. Blaine responded by hooking his fingers into Kurt's stomach. Kurt moaned and looked up.

"Fine. I fucking love your hands." He bit out, and Blaine grinned. "Now will you please put them somewhere else?"

Quickly obeying, Blaine stripped Kurt of his shirt and pants, and slid his own pants off as well. He couldn't help but smirk when he realized that with those items off, they were both already naked.

"So, who forgot a layer tonight?" Blaine asked, stroking his thumb across Kurt's hip. The younger boy grinned.

"Sounded like a good idea to me. Why, would you rather I be wearing underwear right now?" He asked. Blaine groaned; they were both already getting hard.

"Definitely not." He said, running his fingers down Kurt's side and making him shiver. He leaned down and licked a circle around Kurt's nipple and the boy gasped and squirmed, wrapping his arms around Blaine.

Blaine looked down at his boyfriend. Kurt's eyes were closed, his lips were parted and sweat was beginning to bead at the top of his forehead. The entire sight of him was enough to melt Blaine's heart, and he kissed him tenderly as he ran his fingers up and down Kurt's hip. As Blaine drew back, Kurt's eyes flickered open and he smiled at him. Blaine smiled back before kissing him again, stroking his hand closer and closer to Kurt until his hand was around him and the boy gasped against his mouth.

Kurt was entirely hard now, and after a few soft strokes he paused long enough for Kurt to open his eyes. Blaine took a deep breath and looked at Kurt.

"Yeah." Kurt said, nodding his head. "But… Blaine.. I just want to…" he said, trailing off. Blaine nodded, taking another deep breath.

"Yeah. Not… yeah." He said, biting his lip and nodding furiously. He looked up into Kurt's eyes and took a deep breath when Kurt gave him a soft smile.

Before he could second-guess this, Blaine climbed off the bed and walked over to where Kurt had stashed what Blaine had bought in the bottom drawer of his dresser.

"You know, I don't get why you get to be so fascinated with my ass when yours is so nice." Kurt said, sitting up and watching Blaine bend over into the drawer. Blaine blushed, but turned and gave Kurt a wink.

Or, well, he tried to, but it probably came out more of a blink at the sight of his boyfriend sitting up in bed, completely naked and hard, with that confident little grin on his face that always drove Blaine wild.

"I don't even know how to respond to that." Blaine said, blinking again. Kurt smirked, tossing his head back in a way that was simultaneously all Kurt and all bare neck and confidence and sex and… yeah… sex.

"That tells me I'm doing my job if you're not even going to thank me for the compliment."

"Who said I wasn't going to thank you?" Blaine said, pulling out the little bottle of lube and flipping it up in his hand. Kurt fidgeted a little bit on the bed, rolling his lips together.

Blaine climbed back up on the bed, kneeling next to Kurt. He reached out and put his palm to his boyfriend's face, all previous reservation of where he was allowed to touch gone.

"You have to make me stop if it hurts you." He whispered. Kurt nodded.

"I think it's supposed to hurt some anyway, but if it's too much I'll say something." He whispered back. Blaine nodded in return, his tongue visible between his lips in concentration.

Slowly, gently, Kurt lay back down on the pillows and spread his legs, and Blaine crawled over between them.

"You ready?" Blaine asked, and Kurt nodded his head, biting his bottom lip and feeling particularly vulnerable.

"Yeah." He tried to say, but his voice cracked a little. Blaine glanced up into his eyes one last time for assurance and bent down, kissing his lips almost reverently before opening the bottle, squeezing some lube onto his fingers, and sliding his fingers through the cheeks of Kurt's ass to his hole.

Again, Kurt gasped as Blaine pressed his fingers bluntly against his entrance. Blaine slowly moved his fingers around the ridges and puckers, amazed at the thought that he was actually feeling Kurt's ass. Kurt's body tensed up as he moved, though, worrying Blaine.

"Baby, you're going to have to relax." He said, and on sudden inspiration reached up with the hand that wasn't occupied and took Kurt's hand. His heart completely flipped over when Kurt suddenly lost most of his tension, the exhalation settling him down visibly into the bed.

"I love you so much." Blaine said, leaning forward a little big and bringing Kurt's knuckles to his lips.

The two smiled at each other just a little bit, and with a swallow Blaine started to edge a finger into Kurt. The younger boy started to tense up again at the weird feeling, but Blaine squeezed his hand and he forced himself to relax.

Once Blaine's finger was in as far as it would go, Kurt blinked a few times. Well, this was weird. Sure, there was a little drag with a dry spot for a second, but it didn't hurt. It wasn't anything special, but it didn't hurt. Of course, this was only one finger… and Blaine was quite a bit thicker than just one…

"You okay?" Blaine asked, and Kurt nodded surprisingly matter-of-factly. "Okay." Blaine nodded, too, "I'm going to move it now." He warned seriously and Kurt chuckled.

"Okay."

Oh.

So, that wasn't expected. The movement and the pull of his muscles felt really kind of good. Kurt mewled a little bit, wiggling his hips up toward Blaine's hand.

It was Blaine's turn to blink a few times, gulping as he watched the look of enjoyment on Kurt's face.

"Feel good?" Blaine asked, slowing his hand. Kurt gave a little pouting groan.

"Yes." Kurt said, his hips starting to move as though by their own volition toward Blaine's finger even as he blushed at the thought of what he wanted.

"You… you want me to add another one." Blaine said, a laugh teasing to enter his voice as he watched his boyfriend's adorably bashful reaction to the fact that his body was reacting well to this. It was so Kurt that he would be physically overcome by the emotion if he kept thinking about it.

The same could be said for how unbelievably hot it was that Kurt was getting so much from having a part of Blaine inside him. But Blaine was really going to avoid that one for now.

"Mmm-hmm." Kurt murmured, nodding and blushing.

Slowly but surely, Blaine added that second finger. Kurt's eyes closed with a little whimper, and Blaine grimaced at the stretch he could feel around his fingers. As he got his fingers midway in, he stopped.

"You okay?" He asked, and Kurt nodded, though he didn't look it with his eyes still closed and his mouth clamped shut. Blaine waited, his eyes trailing over Kurt's skin, carefully watching the tension in his forehead, the squint lines beside his eyes, and the taut skin below his lip.

After a few seconds, the tension began to subside until Kurt peeked his eyes open and glanced at Blaine before wiggling slightly. Blaine finished sliding his fingers in until the base of them were at Kurt's opening. Kurt gave a contented little noise that encouraged Blaine, and he and he drew them out and pushed them back in again. Kurt hissed at the movement, but as his fingers reached into Kurt, the younger boy gave another contented moan, this time a little louder.

Blaine continued, a little worried each time Kurt grimaced at the pull, but was relieved at the little noises he made. After a little while he stopped fidgeting and started moaning at all of Blaine's motions, and hell if that didn't turn Blaine on all the more. Blaine started reaching his fingers, moving them around, wondering whether this would actually work or not, reaching… reaching…

"AAAAH!" Kurt nearly yelled, completely bucking. Blaine couldn't help but moan at the sight of it, but he stilled his hand.

"No, no, you don't get to stop." Kurt muttered, fidgeting and groaning and whining and God this was hot, Blaine thought as he leaned forward over Kurt, letting go of his hand to prop himself up.

"If your dad comes here, you'll be burying me under that tree next to Pavarotti." Blaine hissed, and Kurt giggled.

"Mmm, couldn't have that." Kurt said, clasping his hands behind Blaine's neck. Blaine smiled, but kept still.

"Really, Kurt, you've gotta be quiet." He whispered, and Kurt rolled his eyes and nodded, wiggling himself on Blaine's fingers, trying to return to that feeling.

"Okay! Just please don't stop!" Kurt whined, scooting down on him and letting his eyes flicker shut at the feeling. Well, he couldn't really argue with that.

"Fine. But if your dad comes in here and hangs me in your backyard before I get you to come, it's your fault." Blaine muttered, thrusting his fingers into Kurt and making him toss his head back as he giggled.

"That would be silly. Though if that happens when I come, I'm terribly sorry but at least I'll get to finish." Kurt teased, and holy hell, were they really talking about this?

Blaine leaned down, pressing himself into the sheets in order to get some friction on himself as Kurt just about drove him off the end with his little high pitched whimpers, the bead of sweat on his forehead, the completely wrecked look on his face, and most of all the way he was starting to basically fuck himself onto Blaine's fingers… and oh my God… this squishiness could be around Blaine's…

"More." Kurt whimpered after stifling a moan from Blaine pressing his fingers onto that particular area of Kurt extra hard.

"You sure?" Blaine asked, and Kurt nodded emphatically, rolling his hips onto Blaine's fingers.

Blaine gulped. This was going to hurt his boyfriend, he knew it. Two fingers had been uncomfortable, and maybe a little painful, but three would hurt. He knew this. He had done this to himself a few times to see if he could get anything out of it, and each time he had chickened out on that third finger.

Blaine spread the two fingers in Kurt, trying to make some room there for another, and rutted down into the sheet as he felt just how tight Kurt was on his hand.

"Blaine, please." Kurt whimpered, and it was all Blaine could do to just rut into the sheets and press his fingers a little deeper and stretch them a little wider.

"I can't put another one in yet, it'll hurt." Blaine said. Reason. Reason was good. Reason was good, and reason kept him from thinking of Kurt begging and writhing around him…

"I don't care; I want more. Please."

God, this was Kurt. Kurt, his proud, feisty, in charge boyfriend. And he was fucking begging Blaine right now. And, sure, he could be demanding, but he never begged. There was a huge difference there, and Blaine couldn't wait to explore that difference further.

"Fuck, Kurt, I…" He said, and took his fingers out, leaving Kurt swearing and thrashing about in frustration.

"Blaine, why, OH!" Kurt exclaimed as his boyfriend started moving three fingers into him. Kurt lunged his hips down onto Blaine's fingers and instantly regretted it, hissing terribly at the burning stretch.

"Shit, I told you it'd hurt you!" Blaine said, making to move his hand out, but Kurt stopped him.

"Don't stop. It'll stop. Keep there." Kurt rambled, willing his body to relax. He felt Blaine's other hand gently slip back into his.

"You're a stubborn idiot." Blaine murmured, pressing a kiss to Kurt's hipbone. "If you had listened to me, you wouldn't be in this much pain right now."

"Your scolding is turning me off." Kurt muttered, knowing it was a complete lie as he said it. Nothing could turn him off right now with three of Blaine's fingers trying to get inside him. Nothing. Not even the pain around the edge of his ass that was slightly beginning to fade.

"Oh, really?" Blaine teased, wiggling just the tips of his fingers so that they hit against the soft inside of Kurt and made him moan.

"Fuck of course not, just go further." Kurt said, and Blaine sighed exasperatedly and slid his fingers in a little more, pausing when the constant pressure of Kurt's hand on his grew tighter.

"I'm fine. Keep going." Kurt said, until Blaine's three fingers were as far into Kurt as they could go.

He had to get this over with, Blaine thought. One, he had to get Kurt off before he asked for any more, and two, Blaine really needed to come at this point.

Feeling that Kurt was squeezing his hand a little less at this point, Blaine let go of his hand and wrapped it around Kurt in front of him. Kurt, his eyes closed from the feel of those fingers inside of him, gasped and groaned at the sudden feeling.

"Blaine." Kurt whimpered as he moved his fingers into him and stroked at the same time.

"I've gotcha." Blaine whispered, doing it again and hitting Kurt right where he needed it.

"Blaine!" Kurt cried, grappling his hands back around Blaine's neck.

"Shh, sweetheart, I have you." Blaine said, continuing to move against Kurt's prostrate and stroke him in his hand until the younger boy clenched up violently and came, babbling Blaine's name over and over until he quieted.

Blaine shifted up to him in the bed, pressing a few kisses to Kurt's chest before reaching his face.

He was beautiful, really, with head tipped back limply on the pillow, his eyes closed and his breath still coming out in hard pants between his soft, parted lips.

"Kurt?" He asked, stroking across his boyfriend's hairline with his left hand. Kurt's eyelids fidgeted, but overall he remained still. Chuckling, Blaine pressed his lips to the corner of Kurt's mouth.

"Mmmm." Kurt moaned, fumbling his hand down and taking hold of Blaine in his hand. Blaine sucked in air with a hiss at the unexpected contact. Kurt stroked him almost roughly, his eyes still shut as Blaine moaned and dug his face into Kurt's collarbone.

Within a minute Blaine came, biting into Kurt's shoulder as he came across Kurt's thigh.

"Ouch." Kurt joked, and Blaine sighed and licked the mark in broad strokes until Kurt pushed him away giggling.

"No off-the-shoulders for you for the next week. Or at least not that shoulder." Blaine said, smirking. Kurt rolled his eyes, leaning in and kissing him gently.

"Now is not the time to call you an asshole, is it?" Kurt teased, and Blaine giggled and kissed him again.

"Not unless you want to open yourself up to some really bad ass puns." Blaine said, grinning, and Kurt kicked him in the shin.

"Ouch!"

"I'll just use that as my comeback." Kurt said, and Blaine was completely blown away by the way Kurt's eyes were shining and the little smile was playing on his face.

"I love you." He said gently, and promised himself to start saying it several times a day if it brought that look on Kurt's face. He wanted to keep that look on Kurt's face forever.

"I love you, too." Kurt whispered, kissing Blaine again. "Now go wash your hand so you can hold me."

"Really?" Blaine asked, laughing.

"YES!" Kurt nearly yelled. "Oh my God, Blaine, it's so gross." He said, and Blaine laughed and sat up.

"Ugh, fine. Germaphobe."

"There is nothing sanitary about that Blaine Anderson." Kurt snapped, though for some reason he was still smiling. "And bring me a washcloth. I'm completely covered in semen."

"Come get it yourself." Blaine teased, climbing out of bed.

"I still can't move." Kurt whined, and on second observation, Blaine could see that he was still rather limp.

"Oh! Uhh… are you okay?" He asked, trying to resist putting his hand to the back of his head. As much as he teased Kurt, it wasn't exactly the most sanitary thing in the world at the moment.

"I'm fine, I kind of just came harder than I have in my life, which you might have noticed if you weren't trying to get off in the sheets." Kurt teased.

"Oh, I noticed." Blaine said with a self-satisfied grin as he went into the bathroom.

Annie strode into practice ahead of the boys the next day with her hair in a long braid and her mind running over all the things she had to get ready since Kurt and Blaine were being a little too gooey to handle right now.

Or for them to do anything for themselves, she grumbled internally, seeing as she was holding all three notebooks. Kurt and Blaine had been so giggly and touchy that they had completely forgotten them in the car, and she had gone back to get them and started back for the building and still was inside the auditorium before them.

As she came to the base of the aisle, she realized Artie, Puck, Santana and Brittany were there, watching her. Feeling a little awkward, she walked up to them.

"Hey." She said, turning to all of them before directing her attention to Artie. "I was just going to find you about a change I thought of last night for the lighting and the ball scene. "

"Hold on, Dorothy, we want to hear what you know about what went down in your house last night." Santana said, smacking some gum.

"You know I'm not from Kansas, right? And I don't know anything. I didn't hear anything, at least." She said, shivering at the thought of it. It may be only a matter of months, but Kurt was still her little cousin Bugsy.

"Don't play dumb, Annie. San, Britt and I stalked out the house last night." Puck said.

"That isn't creepy at all."

"Well, Sannie and I were really in the backseat so we couldn't see anything." Brittany said, and Santana elbowed her.

"We saw plenty. Like the fact that after Puck saw Blaine in the sex aisle, he went to your house and didn't leave."

"Oh." Annie said, internally panicking. "Well, uh… umm…"

"Here they come, they can answer for themselves." Puck said, looking up and nodding at where the two boys were walking in, holding hands and whispering to each other.

Annie turned back to them, horror-stricken, making a face that she hoped conveyed don't come back until I've found a way to distract them.

Heedless, the two walked up until Kurt paused, looking confusedly between the panel in front of him with their arms crossed and eyebrows raised expectantly and his cousin who looked like her face really had frozen like that.

"Something up, guys?" He said as Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist.

"Wait, neither of them were even walking funny. No way." Santana said.

"Pardon?" Blaine asked, his jaw setting. He didn't like where this was going.

"One of them chickened out. I bet it was Hummel."

"Excuse me, what's going on?" Blaine asked.

"Dude I swung around and picked these two up and we saw you pull up to Hummel's. And you totally didn't leave."

"But in order for you to have gotten laid, one of you would need to be limping."

"Don't worry, I would have been afraid of a unicorn horn, too." Brittany whispered conspiratorially.

"You've had sex with more guys than anyone else in this school." Kurt said incredulously.

"Yeah, but not a unicorn!" She said.

"Wait, what? Ugh, nevermind…" Kurt said, putting his palm in his face.

"How'd you get your dad to agree to that? My parents would never be up for something like that, and they're no where near as protective as Burt." Artie said approvingly.

Kurt froze. He looked at Annie, whose eyes were wide. He glanced back and saw Finn and Rachel frozen behind them, too.

It's not what you think." Blaine said, sighing and dropping his hands from Kurt's waist.

"Sure it isn't." Santana said with a wink. "What'd you tell him? Your parents were out of town and you were afraid to sleep alone?" She said, swinging her legs from where she was sitting on the edge of the stage and mocking a pout.

"No." Blaine said, a little viciously. "I told him my parents kicked me out. A week ago, when they did." He said.

The four mouths in front of him fell open, and Kurt was grappling to hold on to Blaine as best as he could, and Rachel rushed up to them while Annie stepped over. Blaine just stood there, watching them all react.

Hey! Miss me? I missed writing this! I actually put off a lot of studying I need to do to finish this, but it NEEDED to be done and off my mind. I can't tell you when the next chapter will be up, though. I have a lot of exciting things going on in my life, but I won't forget about writing this. It will finish, though I have no idea when I'll get there.

Hope this slightly slutty chapter (or at least it felt that way to write) helps tide you over and keep you interested.

As always, thanks for the reviews, guys! I super appreciate it!

(Bye the way, isn't the new season FABULOUS? I have a few problems coughBlaineisnotajuniorcough*, but overall it's seriously so great, I can't believe it!)