boys, boys, boys

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Blaine made sure everything was absolutely perfect for when Kurt was going to come over. It was Friday night, and his boyfriend had promised to come over at seven. It had taken a lot of convincing, but Burt had finally agreed to let Kurt stay over Blaine's house, as long as he swore up and down that there would be no sex whatsoever.

Normally they went over Kurt's house so that Burt could keep an eye on them and make sure there was no funny business. But not this time. This time Blaine and Kurt would have the whole house to themselves. Blaine's parents weren't home and would be gone all week. The two boys would be free to sing, eat, watch movies until the dead of night, and fall asleep next to each other.

Oh, how Blaine loved doing that. When Kurt fell asleep cuddled close to him, Blaine felt like he was in Heaven. Kurt looked like a little angel when he slept, and was so beautiful it made Blaine's heart ache. He would stare at Kurt as he too drifted off into sleep, his dreams filled with lovely dreams of the two of them together, forever. He definitely thought he was the luckiest person in the world to be able to call Kurt his boyfriend. Nobody else could do that.

Not even Sebastian. Jealously flared up inside him. He had never been jealous before he met Kurt, but since that day on the staircase every time he saw Kurt talking to another boy it just made him so incredibly jealous, even during the time he had denied his feelings for Kurt. When Kurt had been at Dalton, the other boys there had shown interest in him, and asked Blaine about him, but Blaine would always say that he and Kurt were going out. At the time he didn't know why he lied to all the guys who liked Kurt, but now he realized it was because he loved Kurt, and the thought of his angel with anyone else broke his heart. And seeing Sebastian kiss Kurt's hand, and hearing him shower his boyfriend with complements, had brought back that jealously.

He trusted Kurt but... well; Kurt had always been the one who went after the boys, not the other way around. He probably wasn't used to getting hit on. Sebastian would probably take advantage of that fact. Blaine had seen the way Sebastian was checking Kurt out with that look in his eyes. It had taken all of Blaine's willpower to punch that smirk off the boy's face. Blaine wasn't usually violent. He was more of the 'problems can be fixed by talking' type of guy. Yet, when Sebastian had looked at Kurt like that, god had he just wanted to show him whose boyfriend Kurt was. He had wanted to pull Kurt into a fiery, passionate kiss that would let Sebastian know that taking Kurt from him wasn't an option.

But he couldn't do that. Kurt still wasn't completely cool with kissing in public, no doubt because of the bullying he received in school. Blaine was lucky to get the occasional peck on the cheek, and only in secrecy did they kiss properly. And Blaine loved it when they kissed. Kurt's lips always felt so right against his own, so perfect. Kurt tasted like mint and coffee. Their tongues would battle for dominance that Blaine would win, and he explored every bit of Kurt's mouth. But all they did was kiss. Whenever Blaine would try to take it farther, Kurt would always stop him. But Blaine was okay with that, because it was what Kurt wanted. When Kurt was ready they would take it farther, and only then. And he held back, even though when Kurt wore his little outfits that where so tight they should be illegal he hardened at the sight. He held back even when Kurt danced and looked so sexy shaking his little butt. It was hard, yes, but worth it. Kurt was perfect, and Blaine didn't want to do anything to lose him.

Blaine straightened out the table, making sure the pizza was still warm, and that both of their glasses were filled. Everything had to be perfect. This was the first time Kurt would see his house. Oh god, this was the first time Kurt would see his house! He had to make a good impression. But his room was a mess!

Quickly as he could he ran up the stairs and threw open his bedroom door. There were clothes all over the floor and his bed was unmade. The trash bin was full and spilling over. Kurt would hate it! Without the morning inspections that had been mandatory at Dalton, Blaine had gotten lazy with cleaning. Mentally slapping himself, Blaine rushed around, shoving things under the bed and picking up scattered pieces of trash. After his room was up to par, Blaine checked himself in the mirror. Hair slicked back? Check. Tight fitting V-neck t-shirt? Check. Nice pair of skinny jeans? Check. Blaine admitted he was a bit underdressed, and knew Kurt would still be his fashionista self, but this was his house, and he just wanted to chill. Besides, Blaine had to prove he could look as good as any other boy Kurt saw. And he thought he looked pretty hot.