Ehm, okay, so this is my first attempt at any semblance of a plot, and even that is pretty much centered around my need to write Klaine smut. So, if you don't like boyxboy action, don't read any of my fics, 'cause I'm pretty much incapable of writing anything rated below M or involving straight sex. Chapter 1 is just fluff and setting up the story, but the rest of the fic is essentially gonna be hardcore porn, with kinkiness starting in Chapter 3. Suggestions are always appreciated, and if I can't fit it into a current fic, I'll come up with an excuse to write another and include that kink. So, yeah, enjoy, and reviews/suggestions are always appreciated. Oh yeah, and I don't own anything mentioned in this fanfic, Glee, or any characters from the show. I would not mind owning Darren Criss, though.

Kurt checked himself in the mirror one more time, and brushed back a hair only he could see. An invisible wrinkle was smoothed out in his shirt, and he double-checked that his jeans were tight enough. Gaga, I hope Blaine likes this. These jeans aren't exactly comfortable... He brushed off some microscopic piece of dust, and mentally went over his plans. Blaine was picking him up at 7, exactly 32 minutes and 16... 15... 14 seconds from that moment. He would be watching TV in the living room, assuming Finn wasn't playing Halo. If he was, Kurt would be rereading the latest Vogue magazine (for the third time) in his room. Burt or Finn would probably answer the door, and then call for Kurt-Gaga, I'm overthinking this. Kurt double-checked that he knew what he felt he should. Blaine's... favorite color? Yellow. Favorite food? Sushi. He loves guava juice- I still don't know what that is... the pale-skinned boy thought. He brushed his hair, not from necessity, but for something to do, and walked to the living room. He checked his watch. 6:35. His worrying wasted 7 minutes. Careful not to wrinkle his outfit (not an easy task), he sat down on the sofa and flipped on the TV.

"Hey, Kurt. You ready so early? You've got like 20 minutes before Blaine's gonna be here." Kurt turned around as he heard Finn's voice drift from the doorway.

"Weren't you ready five minutes after you were supposed to leave to pick up Rachel last Friday?"

"Shhh..."

Kurt smirked as he looked to see what was on. Not much... he settled for the end of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Thank Gaga for ABC Family.

Twenty minutes later, Kurt heard the doorbell ring and he swore his heart stopped. As expected, Burt opened the door and saw a rather short, very proper boy of seventeen standing on the doorstep.

"Hi, Blaine. Lemme go get Kurt." Blaine nodded and patiently stood outside.

"Hey, Kurt, Blaine's here." Kurt flipped off the movie- there were just credits left, anyway, and tried to slow his heart back down to a safe rate as he walked to the door.

The shorter boy was wearing a simple gray-green V-neck t-shirt under a leather jacket. It wasn't fancy, but it looked great. Kurt's eyes glanced downward at Blaine's skinny jeans (not nearly as tight as Kurt's), and black Converse. Again, simple but perfect. Glasz eyes met hazel, and Kurt could see Blaine's hair was, for once, free from gel.

"Hey, Kurt. You look great."

Kurt smiled softly. "You look amazing too, Blaine. We should probably go, I'm hungry."

Blaine laughed softly, and Kurt's heart skipped a beat. "Now that you mention it, food does sound really nice right now. Let's go."

Blaine waited for Kurt to close and lock the door. Carol and Burt were going out later and Finn had a date with Quinn in half an hour; the house would be empty when Kurt got home. The two boys walked together towards Blaine's car, hand in hand. Kurt could feel electricity surging up his arm. He was holding hands with the boy he loved. He looked up at the stars. Thousands of pinpricks of light shone down on the lovers, and a full moon bathed them in a silvery glow. The light turned Kurt's eyes a light silver, and Blaine's were shining golden brown. They stood like that, holding hands, looking into each other's eyes, for just a moment. Blaine opened the door for Kurt- Always the gentleman- he thought as he climbed into the car and looked around. It was nice, but nothing too expensive. He assumed Blaine had refused his parents' money and instead worked summers to pay for his own. The driver's side door opened, and in an instant Blaine was next to Kurt, the shorter boy's hand covering the perfectly manicured one.

Blaine turned on the radio, and hunted for a station he knew the younger boy would like. Eventually he found one, and they started talking. Nothing important, just the usual lighthearted topics they both loved.

Fifteen minutes later, they were at Breadstix. "You know, the only time I've been here was when we sang Silly Love Songs. Remember?"

"Oh yeah, I was still a little upset because you sang to Jeremiah. I figured we had no chance, but look where we are now."

Blaine let out another small laugh. "You're never going to let me forget that, are you?"

"Nope."

"That's what I figured. Let's go."

They ate slowly, enjoying the time they were able to spend together. Their conversation ranged from Lady Gaga's latest outfit to who they think will win American Idol to Blaine trying to explain why Harry Potter is so incredible to a very unimpressed Kurt.

"So, you're saying guys running around, waving sticks and shouting in Latin are incredible?"

"Well, when you put it that way I sound crazy. But I'm obsessed with how hot Tom Felton is-"

"Wait, who is that?"

"He plays Draco Malfoy, one of the most pathetic characters ever invented."

"And he's hot because..."

Blaine sighed and pulled out his wallet. He unfolded a picture of Tom Felton leaning against a motorcycle.

"I see your point, but isn't keeping a picture of him in your wallet a bit stalkerish?"

"Touché."

"You know that means 'touched', right?"

"Right..." Blaine looked defeated, and a light blush spread through his cheeks.

They finished their dinner and paid, Blaine flashing one of his charming smiles at the waitress.

"What was that?" Kurt asked as soon as she had left.

"What, I'm not allowed to smile?"

"You were SO flirting with her."

"Thanks to a certain Rachel Berry, I know I'm gay. You don't need to worry."

"But our waitress doesn't know that."

"Good point." They left and returned to the car.

Blaine remembered something and started to speak. "Hey, so, my parents are out of town until Tuesday. I was wondering if maybe you'd like to stay for a night or two at my place. I mean, if it's all right with your parents of course."

"I would love to, but I'll check with my dad first. I'm sure Carole won't mind, but I don't know about him."

He scrolled through his contacts until he found his dad and called his cell phone.

"Hey, Kurt. What's the occasion?"

"Blaine was wondering if I could stay for a night or two at his place. His parents are fine with it if that's what you're concerned about. His mom wants to meet me and his father is out of town for work, so there won't be any problem."

"As long as you two don't share a bed, I'm fine with it. Thanks for letting me know, and I take it you'll be back by Sunday afternoon?"

"Yeah. I'll call tomorrow morning and again when I leave on Sunday."

"Alright, Kurt. And if anything does happen... well, I gave you this talk a while ago. Use protection, 'kay?"

Kurt raised an eyebrow, and tried to make the expression show through his voice. "Those pamphlets have permanently scarred me, Dad. I do NOT need to be reminded."

"Just making sure."

"Alright. Love you, Dad. Tell Carole I say hi."

"I will, love you too. Bye."

"Bye." Kurt pressed the little red button and turned back to Blaine.

"Can we stop by my house? I need to get some clothes, my moisturizing stuff, and a few other things."

"Okay, Kurt. Do you really need your moisturizing stuff? It's two nights, and your skin is flawless anyway."
"Yes, I do. Perfect skin doesn't take care of itself, Blaine. I can't afford to miss two nights. One, maybe, but never two."

Blaine sighed in defeat as they pulled into Kurt's driveway. They got out and their hands were interlocked in an instant. Kurt fumbled with the keys and eventually opened the door, running upstairs to grab everything he would need for the next two nights. He didn't pay much attention to what clothes he had grabbed, figuring he could wear Blaine's clothes if he absolutely had to. Wearing BLAINE'S CLOTHES. That would be heaven. I might just have to "forget" pajamas. Hastily, he stuffed the various articles of designer clothing into his duffle bag, and grabbed about half of his moisturizers as well as shampoo and conditioner before racing back to Blaine.

"You're... eager." Blaine commented as he saw Kurt, out of breath, hair disheveled from running.

Kurt replied by racing out the door and jumping into Blaine's car. His bag was tossed carelessly into the backseat and it was a minute before Blaine joined him.

"You forgot to lock the door." he pointed out as Kurt madly fixed his hair.

"Dad and Carole will be home soon, they said they'd be back by ten."

"Half an hour. You're sure it's fine?"

"Absolutely. There isn't a high crime rate in Lima and we're not nearly rich enough to be a target."

"Alright, then." Blaine started the car and carefully backed out of the Hummel-Hudson driveway.

They plugged in the shorter boy's iPod- Kurt was somewhat ashamed of some of the artists he had on his own- and set it to shuffle. The first song was Strut by Adam Lambert.

Kurt blushed lightly. Awkward... he thought, hurriedly skipping the song and smiling when he heard Bad Romance begin to play.

"We did this in Glee a while back. I was the only guy singing... the others did a Kiss song because they were so opposed to Gaga. I still think they should have tried it. It was fun."

"I'm not sure you want Finn attempting to dance after what happened to Rachel's nose."

"Right. I didn't think of that." He shuddered at how hard it was to convince Rachel not to get a nose job.

They sang along until the end of the song, and Blaine blushed slightly when Fever by Adam Lambert began to play.

"Uhm, Blaine? Why is there so much Adam Lambert on here?" Kurt asked, scrolling through Blaine's song list.

"I'd... rather not say."

"I'm assuming you're completely in love with him."

"Not exactly. I mean, he's supermegafoxyawesomehot and all, but he's a great artist and I really look up to him."

"Okay, just making sure you aren't obsessed."

"Ehm... thank you?"

Kurt smiled at Blaine's struggle to find an acceptable response. Neither was sure exactly how, but somehow Kurt and Blaine had intertwined fingers and Kurt just wanted to kiss Blaine but he knew it would be a stupid reason for a car crash. So he settled for holding hands and singing along to Blaine's iPod until they arrived at Blaine's house- well, to Kurt it was like a mansion.

"This place is... absolutely incredible. That's the only way to describe it." Kurt took in the perfect landscaping, the carefully painted exterior, the sheer size of the house.

"Glad you approve." Blaine looked up at the navy sky, littered with trillions of tiny flecks of light. The moonlight gave Kurt an angelic glow, gave his eyes a silvery tint and made him look like some sort of god.

Kurt smiled as he saw how the moonlight made Blaine's eyes shine a golden brown. They were stunning. Absolutely stunning. Before he could stop himself, he voiced his thoughts. "You're beautiful."

"You're perfect."

"I will not let this turn into a cheesy compliment war."

Blaine sighed. "I wish you would. It would take forever for me to run out of compliments."

"This is too cheesy, even for me. Let's go inside, I really wanna see your house." Kurt pulled on Blaine's hand, racing to the door, and watched as the shorter boy fumbled with his keys. After a minute of awkward key-fumbling, Blaine had successfully opened the door and followed Kurt in.

AN: I really need to stop writing Darren instead of Blaine. It's very, very confusing. Well, I'm gonna stop here 'cause it's over 2000 words and I was planning on having this posted over two weeks ago. Stupid life, always getting in the way. Reviews make me warm and fuzzy and encourage me to write faster. And I promise, smut in the next chapter and everything else, with kinkiness starting in chapter 3 (and I really need suggestions because I don't have a clue what kind of things you guys wanna read)

Love you all! XOXO - CatCompanion09