Okay, so this is a little bit of an exploratory piece, based on a prompt from the Glee angst meme: (5th prompt post, "Blaine sex issues"- I would link, but ffnet doesn't seem to want to let me) and my own experiences. In this story, Blaine suffers from a sort of mix of asexuality and sexphobia, which I hope doesn't confuse people.

The POV jumps around a tiny bit- this chapter starts in Burt 1st person, then for the rest of the story will move between third person and Blaine's 1st. I'll let you know if this changes. Hope you enjoy!

I don't own Glee or the characters.

"It's so romantic," Kurt was gushing to Finn as I entered the kitchen. Finn sighed, stirring his cereal moodily. Since his eyes were pretty glazed, I figured Kurt had been going on about this, whatever it was, for a while.

"What's romantic?" I asked, crossing my arms. Kurt whirled around, face red.

"Nothing," he replied, clasping his hands together. "Just Blaine."

I raised my eyebrows. "Your boyfriend Blaine? You'd better elaborate on that 'romantic' bit, then."

The blush darkened. "We didn't do anything, Dad, just kissed." His expression softened and I coughed slightly before he got too far into his… reminiscing. He glared at me.

"Don't worry," Finn chimed in, getting up to put his bowl in the sink. "They were kissing for hours… trust me." He left the room, Kurt's glare now directed at his back. While Finn's expression vouched for him, I had to admit that was a bit odd. What normal teenage boy contented himself with just making out for two, three, however many hours?

When I asked, Kurt just groaned in that "get out of my business" way that's standard for teenagers. I ignored it and kept staring at him like any good, nosy parent should. He sighed loudly.

"I don't know, Dad, but I'm not going to complain about it. I thought you'd be happy that I'm not going out and having sex-"

I cleared my throat again. "Yeah. Real happy. Just… just be careful, okay?"

He nodded, rolling his eyes. There. Parental duty satisfied.

Saturday night. No one was home; Burt and Carole had gone out on a date night, and Finn was at Noah's. Blaine was on his bed, kissing him, exactly as he had been for the past half hour. The door was locked in case Finn came home, and the fan was on to hide any accidental moans or loud breathing. Kurt sighed happily as they broke apart again. This was perfect. Blaine was so gentle, and not at all desperate to get into his pants like he'd been worried about.

He brushed his lips across Blaine's, ready to begin the next round, but the other boy didn't respond. Kurt frowned.

"What's wrong?" he asked in a low voice, searching Blaine's face for any sign of pain or discomfort. He was flushed. "What did I do?"

Blaine's grin seemed a little forced as he glanced up at Kurt and shook his head.

"It's nothing, beautiful," he replied, stroking Kurt's cheek. "You just took my breath away for a second."

Though the comment made Kurt blush, he was not deterred. "Are you sure you're okay?" he tried again. "We can stop if you want."

Blaine shook his head. "No, I'm just…" He avoided Kurt's eyes, suddenly looking embarrassed. "I'm close," he whispered, blush deepening.

Kurt gulped. "You're… close?" he asked in what was most definitely not a squeak. "From kissing?"

Blaine nodded, squirming uncomfortably. "Just give it a minute, it'll go-"

Suddenly, against his better judgment, Kurt pulled Blaine closer and kissed him, cutting him off.

"It's okay," he murmured. "Did you want to… do something else?"

He hadn't planned on this… Well, maybe getting a little turned on was normal, but that didn't constitute "close," did it? He wasn't really familiar with all the terms for this yet. And he definitely hadn't known how easily satisfied Blaine was. He giggled inwardly, nervously, at the thought. Blaine didn't have to know how little he actually knew about everything. Getting a guy off wasn't too hard, was it? He started to reach down-

Blaine shuddered. "N-no, no, it's okay, Kurt. Really." He grabbed Kurt's wrist and placed their hands back over the pale boy's cheek. "I'd much rather just keep kissing you."

Their lips met again and Kurt hummed happily. Sufficiently distracted, he didn't notice Blaine slip a hand down between them and the quick hiss that followed.

Nor the fact that that happened twice more in the hour and a half that followed before Blaine finally had to return home.