"That tickles," Kurt squealed, slender fingers scrabbling at Blaine's arms as the stronger boy overpowered him and tickled his waist. "Stop it ohmygodBlaineSTOP!" Kurt was laughing so hard he was shaking.

"Alright," Blaine consented, releasing Kurt and leaning back into his chair. "But only because you looked like you were about to pee yourself." He ran a hand through his curly black hair, lopsided grin curving slightly over his face. "And I know how expensive those pants were."

Kurt gave an exaggerated sniff of disapproval, smoothing down the lapel of his dark green jacket and the wrinkles out of his fitted jeans. "It's the shoes you should be worried about, these Doc Martens cost more than the all the hair gel you've bought for the past four years put together, and if anything happened to them I would never forgive you."

Laughing, Blaine just shook his head, locking eyes with Kurt. All joking faded away as he became serious. "I bet I could convince you otherwise," he muttered. His hand found its way to his boyfriends and he began stroking it lightly. "There are things out there better than shoes."

Breath caught in his throat, Kurt tried to sound nonchalant as he shot out a reply, but the high pitch gave him away. "Like what?" he squeaked. There was no response as Blaine just continued to gaze into Kurt's eyes, the hazel penetrating all barriers between them. Blaine knew Kurt, was the only one who could truly see into him and recognize his emotions for what they were. Sometimes Kurt hated how easy he was to read to Blaine, how all walls seemed to crumble to pieces when he was with the boy. But mostly he was thankful, mostly he was happy to have someone he could share his inner most self with and be given to in return. Blaine smirked.

"How about we pay and I take you home and show you?" It was an innocent little suggestion, just a flirtatious comment with the promise of more to follow. But Blaine underestimated Kurt's inability to hold onto logic or reason when they were together. Kurt's mocha was downed and money thrown onto the table before Blaine even had a chance to register that Kurt had let go of his hand.

"Ready," Kurt replied breathlessly.

It had been a while since the boys had been given a chance to properly be alone together, a while since they'd had a chance to express their feelings for each other with more than just words and stolen touches. All too often Finn was downstairs watching television or Burt was checking in every two minutes. Blaine's house was not an option and Kurt was too proud to hide away and steal a few moments in public. No, that type of romance was beneath Kurt Hummel.

"Dad's at the garage this afternoon," Kurt assured Blaine as they entered the quiet house.

"What about Finn?" Blaine questioned, glancing around nervously as Kurt took of his jacket and hung it over the couch. He was always a bit afraid of getting Kurt into trouble for being over when he shouldn't have been, but there was no possibility of him denying himself and Kurt these private moments.

"Out or something," Kurt replied, patting his hair delicately as he peered into a hallway mirror. "Do you think I need a haircut? I'm getting a tad shaggy in the back and I don't want to end up as Chewbacca's gay twin brother." Blaine came up behind Kurt and nuzzled his face into his neck, kissing softly below his ear as his arms encircled his waist. Kurt's mouth went dry as his heart began to pound ridiculously against his ribcage so hard he feared bones might fracture. It was crazy, but no matter that they had been dating for nearly six months, any time Blaine touched him he couldn't help feel like it was the first time all over again. "So-what do you think?" he choked out.

"I think you're beautiful," Blaine whispered into Kurt's hair, tracing shapes into the soft flesh peeking out between the top if Kurt's jeans and his cashmere sweater. A shiver raced through his spine like a spike of electricity, setting sparks off in all the right places as the other boy continued to kiss his neck softly. "The most beautiful thing I have ever seen." His tongue began to trace lines along his collar bone.

Kurt gasped, a deep flush coloring his porcelain cheeks as the hair on his arms stood up. "You're the most amazing person I've ever met," he managed out in reply, angling his body so that his lips could find Blaine's in a more straightforward manner.

It was with fervor that neither boy expected that they kissed. Blaine's tongue dived instantly to meet Kurt's as he pushed him against the wall next to the mirror, fire coursing through their bodies in untamed waves of heat. His hands were under Kurt's sweater, cold fingers trailing lines of ice over the warm skin. Soon the expensive sweater was on the carpet, tossed away like a cheap accessory to join Blaine's button down. "Sorry about that," Blaine apologized as he positioned himself against Kurt so that any exposed flesh met the others.

"Doesn't matter," Kurt murmured into Blaine's jaw. "It's from last fall's collection anyway." Blaine chuckled, his hand releasing its grip of his the other boys slender waist and instead tracing the bones of Kurt's shoulders lightly, drawing the slender contours in deep strokes.

Sometimes Blaine didn't understand how someone like Kurt could stand to be with him, how someone so perfect and pure he was almost inhuman could ever claim to love him. He felt so unbelievably lucky to have this boy, to be able to kiss him and touch him and just be with him in ways that no one else on this earth ever had. Kurt was untouched, unbroken, spirited and untamed. Blaine held not only his heart within his chest, but Kurt's porcelain heart as well, and he had to protect it at all costs. Sometimes he didn't think he was strong enough, or that all his bones were held together enough to cage it all. But when he was with Kurt he felt like all his imperfect flaws fell away and that he would be strong enough for anything that came their way.

The electricity running down his spine began in Kurt's, Blaine knew it; and the spaces between his fingers felt like valleys without Kurt's to fill them and his chest felt like it would cave in without Kurt's to help hold him up and all Blaine really knew for sure in this world was that he needed Kurt within reaching distance so that neither could fall without the other to catch them ever again.

"You left your jacket here last week," Kurt told Blaine as his hands traveled to feel the shape of his jaw and chin. "So even when you weren't here I was still wrapped in your arms." Their eyes met, and with a mutual agreement their mouths clashed together in a frenzy of kissing and tongues and hands pulling at hair and learning the lines of each other's bodies all over again even though they were both already so familiar.

It was when they were lying on the couch, hands intertwined and hearts and breath in rhythm alike, flesh against heated flesh, that Blaine kissed Kurt's forehead tenderly and said, "I love you." Kurt cupped the back of Blaine's neck and leaned up, gifting him with the sweetest of kisses.

"I love you too." Blaine stared down into Kurt's turquoise eyes, seeing nothing but the truth in this glowing orbs that so held him steady. Yes, Kurt was pure and delicate, he had a porcelain heart. People became stronger through sorrow, through pain. Supposedly the more you break and the more you heal the stronger you get. But that didn't always apply, and most definitely not to hearts. Kurt's heart and spirit had been broken in the past, and though all was well now Blaine could never allow it to happen again. Kurt was the master of a porcelain heart, and Blaine had set himself the task of guarding it. He would never let anything touch it again.

Once more they began to kiss, bodies arching fluidly into each other in a dance that they both knew so well. It was natural and right and born from their love and the need to express it with such intimacy and closeness. It was unadulterated passion and love that Finn Hudson found himself, unluckily he would say, witnessing as he stepped through the front door.

"HOLY SHIT!" he yelled, stumbling backwards when he spotted the boys making out on the couch.

"FINN," Kurt screeched out, sitting up so sharply he and Blaine crashed foreheads and fell off the couch in a tangle of legs and arms.

"Oh my GOD, couldn't you have at least gone to your bedroom before. . . JESUS! We watch the games on that couch Kurt!" When he saw the shirts lying unceremoniously on the carpet his mouth dropped open and he covered his eyes.

Kurt was mortified. "WE WEREN'T HAVING SEX, SHUT UP FINN!" Blaine grimaced and rubbed his nose as Kurt scrambled to put his sweater back on, not seeming as bothered by this whole situation as Kurt was.

"Alright good," Finn replied, opening his eyes. "But please, go to the basement next time. I don't want to see my step-brother going at it with his boyfriend when I walk into the house.

"I really am sorry," Kurt told Finn, his voice so unnaturally high with embarrassment that even he winced. He was simultaneously apologizing and trying to put a shirt back onto an annoyingly amused and unhelpful Blaine. "Please, don't tell dad."

"I won't, as long as you don't tell him about anything you might accidentally walk in on with me and Rachel." Kurt shuddered at the very idea as he finally finished with Blaine's last button.

"Deal."

"I should probably go now," Blaine told Kurt, obviously bemused by the whole situation. He found Kurt's embarrassment to be far too adorable for his own good, and kissed him to let him know.

"You should," Kurt mumbled, cheeks flaming as he glanced at Finn and felt entirely awkward. Such public displays of affection were not common ground for Kurt and he wasn't sure how to handle it. "I'll get the jacket you left last—"

"Keep it," Blaine told him, grinning with those perfect lips he had. "That way you can still feel like I'm here when-" this time it was Kurt who kissed him, and they were so wrapped up in each other that they both forgot Finn's presence.

Finn danced from foot to foot for a few seconds before coughing loudly to remind them. They broke apart and Blaine whispered, "I love you Kurt." Kurt laughed giddily, still on a high from the kissing.

"I love you too." Blaine gave one of his exaggerated winks and doleful glances as he kissed his cheek and went toward the door.

"Nice seeing you Finn," he said, grinning as he opened the door.

"You too. But Blaine?" Blaine paused halfway out, confusion gripping his features as Kurt's ears likewise perked up.

Finn tried to sound intimidating as he spoke gruffly. "Don't get my brother pregnant, okay?" Laughter accompanied Blaine out the door as Finn's ears turned red.