A/N

I would like to take a moment to reiterate the fact that this story is, in fact, rated M. It is rated M for a reason. If you're not into that kind of stuff, pirate voice ye better turn back now, matey, thar be slash in the waters ahead!/pirate voice (I'm kind of assuming that since you've made it this far you'll be fine… but I'm just sayin' is all.)

With that being said,

It is my pleasure to present to you the final chapter of Love and Learning.

Tonight found the pair of boys in a situation very similar to one that they had been in before. Kurt and Blaine sat on the couch in the Hummel-Hudson's living room, faces eerily lit by the television glowing in front of them. It was dark and raining outside, and the two had the house all to themselves while Burt and Carole went out on a "date" to the movies and Finn spent the evening with Quinn and her mother. And, once again, the boys were playfully squabbling with one another over the movie they were watching. There were really just two main differences in this situation, though, one being that the movie in question was from one of Kurt's favorite followings instead of Blaine's.

"How in the world can you say that William Moseley is more attractive than Ben Barnes?" Kurt protested.

"Wait, what? Who?"

"Oh my god, Blaine, Moseley plays Peter and Barnes plays Caspian. The attractive one."

"You can say whatever you want, but I maintain that Peter is way cuter than Caspian. By far."

The other difference in the present situation was that, instead of awkwardly sitting on almost opposite ends of the couch, the boys were now cuddled closely together on one end, Kurt leaning back against Blaine's chest. It was a welcome improvement.

"Okay, you know what?" Kurt said, leaning up to grab the remote off of the table in front of them, "Here." He skipped backwards in the movie, pausing on a close-up of a sweaty Caspian Ben Barnes. "Look at that. Look. At. That." Kurt pointed furiously at the television set. "Tell me he's not hot."

"Oh, I never said that he wasn't hot. I agree, he is. It's just that I find King William what's-his-face to be more attractive."

Kurt pressed play to resume the movie, giving an exasperated sigh as he flopped back down on the couch in his previous position. A thought hit him.

"I give up, Blaine. What in the world could make him more attractive to you?" He hoped that he could predict Blaine's thoughts enough for his quick plan to work.

"Oh, I don't know…" Blaine said as he draped an arm around Kurt. "Maybe… his cute little nose?" As he spoke he brushed the tip of Kurt's nose with the tip of his index finger.

Kurt couldn't help a small smile from creeping at his mouth. Success!

"And," Blaine continued, looking down to make eye contact with his boyfriend, "his intensely blue eyes. They're just magnificent." He spoke in an airy, breathy tone, as if a pair of "intensely blue eyes" could take his breath away (there actually was a pair that could, though it didn't belong to the Narnian King). He smiled slyly. "And what, may I ask, do you find so much more attractive in… that other guy?"

"Well for starters, I guess I have a thing for eyes, too. His are so dark and deep… the thing that really turns me on, though, is when you can see just a hint of stubble on his face." Kurt reached up and brushed his finger along the slightly scratchy line of Blaine's chin. Blaine's mouth hung open just a tiny bit, his eyes lost deep inside of the bright blue pair staring back at him. Kurt felt something move underneath his arm. He narrowed his eyes. "Speaking of turning things on…" He grinned mischievously as he slowly drew his arm up, putting a fair amount of pressure and friction against the growing bulge. Tangling his fingers in Blaine's hair, he pulled the older boy's face down to meet his in a deep kiss.

Holy shit. Thought Blaine, Where the heck did this Kurt come from? He wasn't complaining, though. Not at all. Whatever had gotten a hold on Kurt was making him act more, well, dirty in a way, and it was making Blaine horny as hell.

Kurt turned over on the couch to try and get easier access with which to suck on Blaine's face. They jerked apart, however, as the room suddenly filled with painfully loud noise. Heart racing (although not entirely from the shock of the noise), Kurt realized that, in turning over, his elbow had hit the volume button on the remote that he had dropped on the couch next to him only a few moments ago.

"Dammit!" Kurt spat as he picked up the remote and arbitrarily smashed buttons with his thumb. He eventually hit the power button and the television flicked off. The room instantly went dark. After a few moments the boys' eyes adjusted, barely able to see each other's outlines from the faint light coming in from somewhere in the next room. Kurt moved quickly back towards Blaine, once again attaching them at the lips.

Blaine knew that things might be moving a bit too fast and that he should probably try to slow them down, but it was really hard to do considering how much he was really enjoying their current situation and dear god did Kurt just… moan? He broke off the kiss, putting Kurt's face between both of his hands so he could look him directly in the eyes. "Wait. Kurt, are you… are you sure? This is getting pretty heavy and I just want to make sure that you're okay with it. I mean, you're usually not this… aggressive…"

"Blaine," Kurt's speech was breathily fast, "I've never done anything like this before but it's so amazing and all of the sudden I just really really want to. Move fast. As fast as you want." He paused briefly before leaning in to kiss Blaine again. And, once again, Blaine broke off after a second.

"You're sure? Completely comfortable with all this?"

"OH MY GOD YES, BLAINE! Can we just… make out now?"

Even in the dim light, Kurt's blue eyes were brightly visible. He looked possessed, but as far as Blaine was concerned, whatever demon was in Kurt's head could stay there as long as he pleased. "Sure. Why don't we… take it to your room, though?" Blaine smirked.

Kurt didn't speak an answer as he jumped off of the couch, dragging Blaine along with him while knocking over bowls of snacks that were on the table. The pair raced up the stairs, huge smiles stretched across their faces. They clambered into Kurt's room, managing to shut the door behind them before falling on the bed. The room was similarly dim as downstairs, the only light coming from a small lamp on Kurt's desk.

Blaine lay on top of Kurt, finally starting to let go of his reserves now that Kurt was (quite obviously) comfortable being more physical. They made out for what seemed like ages, arms and legs and tongues completely intertwined. They were anchored to each other, Blaine's hands wrapped around underneath Kurt's shoulders while Kurt's hands were wrapped around Blaine's neck. Blaine lay flush against Kurt, who didn't mind the weight of the shorter boy on top of him. In fact, it actually felt quite good.

Before too long, both boys could feel the evidence of the other's excitement rubbing against each other. Blaine slowly bucked his hips, grinding their erections against each other and creating friction through their jeans. He kissed down the side of Kurt's neck as Kurt let out an exasperated "Oh!" at the feeling coming up from where Blaine was grinding against him. Blaine moved his arm from underneath Kurt and toyed with the bottom hem of Kurt's shirt near his stomach. After a few seconds, he slid his hand up under the shirt, sliding across Kurt's stomach and chest, feeling the ever-so-slightly defined muscles flex under his touch. His hand came to rest on the left of Kurt's chest, and Blaine could feel the boy's heart pounding under his touch.

Blaine took his other hand out from under Kurt and mirrored the action of his other hand, coming to rest on the other side of Kurt's chest. A second later he grabbed the bottom of Kurt's shirt with both hands, pulling it up and sliding it off of the boy. Their mouths' contact broke as Kurt's shirt slid off, and after Blaine tossed it to the side he quickly disposed of his own shirt. He was standing on his knees now, which were on either side of Kurt who was still lying down. They stayed like this for a moment, panting, letting their eyes absorb the sight of the other's body which was even more accentuated by the angles at which the dim light bounced off of their skin. Slowly Blaine leaned down, cupping Kurt's face in both of his hands as the skin of their torsos pressed against each other.

"You're beautiful, Kurt," Blaine whispered, his breath softly brushing against Kurt's face, "the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

Though it seemed impossible, Kurt's cheeks flushed even deeper red than the blush caused by his current physical exertions. After a moment, he whispered back, "You, too."

They leaned forward to close the almost non-existent gap between their faces, but right as their lips touched they heard a faint thud. They pulled apart, eyes wide open.

Thud, again.

"Dammit!" Kurt breathed, "My parents are home!"

"Oh shit!" Blaine exclaimed as he jumped off of Kurt's bed, grabbing Kurt's shirt and tossing it to him before pulling on his own. Kurt ran to his window, looking down on the driveway to see where Burt and Carole had just closed the doors on the car and were now walking up the driveway. Luckily they were taking their time, walking slowly with their arms intertwined. Kurt judged that they had about one minute until they were inside the house. He looked in his mirror, frantically running his hands through his hair trying to restore some sort of order to it.

The pair ran as fast as possible, tripping down the stairs and jumping onto the couch in the living room. Kurt picked up the remote and flipped on the TV, which came to life with one of the final scenes of the movie they were watching earlier. Kurt wiggled in to sit close to Blaine (but not as close as they were earlier in the evening) and pulled a blanket over them, hoping that the little problems it was hiding would disappear before they had to stand back up. "Arghh the snacks are all over the place." Blaine realized in despair the mess that they had caused in their earlier excitement. Kurt came up with a plan. "Pretend we fell asleep during the movie. Hang your arm over the end of the couch and if they ask we can say that you dropped them when-" they heard the sound of the front door opening and instantly leaned in against each other, closing their eyes in a desperate game of 'possum.

Apparently it worked. "Burt, look," they heard Carole say a few moments later, "aren't they precious?"

"Hmm." Burt grunted his (semi-)approval.

"Oh, come on, honey. Don't you remember when we were dating and had movie nights and—um, actually, never mind."

Kurt gave a big yawn, slowly stretching his arms. "Hhrmnmhph" He made sleepy-sounds, milking his acting skills as much as possible and hoping that Blaine could do the same. He blinked a few times and squinted at his parents who were hanging up their jackets by the door. "You guys home already?" he said slowly.

"Hey, son." Said Burt. "Yeah, it's getting kind of late. It'll probably be time for Blaine to go here before too long."

"Oh, okay. Blaine. Blaine. Blaine." He said as he patted the other boy on the shoulder. "Blaine, wake up." Blaine inhaled deeply before blinking his eyes open himself. "Hmm, is it over already?"

"Yeah, you fell asleep."

"Hmm, okay. Oh no, I must have dropped the snacks while I was asleep. I will pick them up."

Kurt closed his eyes and mentally facepalmed. Way to be smooth and subtle, Blaine.

A few minutes later, Kurt walked Blaine out to his car. As soon as they shut the house door behind them, they let out a burst of laughter that they had been holding in and the all of the stress from earlier melted away as they linked hands and walked down the sidewalk. They reached Blaine's car and pulled each other in close for a hug. Pulling apart, Blaine looked into Kurt's smiling eyes. "Next time, Kurt." He said, pecking a quick kiss on his lips. "I promise." He reached up to cup Kurt's face in one hand. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

They leaned in for a sweet kiss, not rushed or needy like before, but still full of love and passion. A moment later they separated.

"Bye."

"Bye."

Kurt watched Blaine back out of the driveway and pull down the street, disappearing around the corner.

Walking back in the house, he met his parents in the kitchen and asked them how they enjoyed the movie. A few moments later, Finn walked in to join them. He gave his mother a hug 'hello' before walking over and wrapping his arm around Kurt's shoulders in a side-hug. "Hey," he said, tugging on the tag of Kurt's shirt, "did you know your shirt is on inside-out?"

Kurt's eyes widened in terror. "Oh, no, I didn't notice. This one's really easy to, uh… confuse which way is… right-side… out… haha…" He yawned again. "WELL, I'm really tired so I think I'll turn in for the night. 'Night, everyone. See you tomorrow." He hastily ascended the stairs and changed into his pajamas, hopping into bed. He could still slightly smell Blaine on his sheets, although it could have been his imagination as he re-lived what had taken place there earlier. He slowly drifted off into sleep with a smile on his face, clutching his phone to his chest with a simple message that Blaine had just sent him.

"3"

A/N

Yay! I finally remembered about having to finish came up with some sort of conclusion to this story – hope y'all liked it ok. As always, comments and friendly critical reviews are always welcome!

A final thanks to everyone who has liked and reviewed the story – you're AWESOME and I thank you so much for sending me words of encouragement. I have a lot of other material in the works, and I hope to get it posted soon.

Love you guys!

-RJ ;^)