Note from the author, nearly 2 years after this was uploaded: Wow, so this story is embarrassing for me to read now. My style has matured so much since this fic that it actually pains me to read F,F&F sometimes. Forgive me, dear Klainers, for i have grievously sinned here. However, i shall keep this on the site for the foreseeable future, no matter how it pains me, because i know some people do still put themselves through reading this. For that i salute you.

So, if you are brave enough, read on. And look into the mind of a 14 year old girl who had just discovered internet fandoms. It is not pretty. I am so sorry.

A/N Hey Guys! This is my first fanfic, so please don't kill me if its rubbish. I plan on adding chapters in the near future but don't hold me to it!

'We should ... we should practise.' Blaine gazed longingly into Kurt's eyes. Kurt felt his entire body melt, he couldn't hear anything over the pounding of his heart against his ribs. It felt like it was going to tear straight through his shirt and jump straight over to Blaine. , where his heart truly belonged. He opened his mouth to speak, no words came out. He couldn't tell if he'd been sitting in that chair for minutes, hours, even days. All he could focus on was his lips, where Blaine's lips had been just moments ago. He was gaping like a goldfish; the amazingly gorgeous boy in front of him was still blushing, beetroot red. After starring for an obscene amount of time, he managed to force the four words from his lips.

'I thought we were.'

Kurt smiled lovingly back at Blaine. Seconds later Blaine launched himself at Kurt and they were engulfed in the kiss again. Blaine raised his hands to cup Kurt's cheeks as his lips moved skilfully around. Kurt felt Blaine's tongue snake out and brush against his lower lip, it sent shivers throughout his body. He whimpered into Blaine's mouth. He was melting. Melting. He could stay like this forever. Just having Blaine's arms holding him, loving him.

This. Was. Heaven.

This kiss ended all too soon however, as David and Wes came storming into the room, cheering loudly.

'He finally did it.' Wes called pointing at the two boys who had jumped almost 3 foot apart as soon as the door began to open. 'Our Blainey boy finally did it.'

'Remember our deal Blaine.' David piped in. 'If you get him to kiss you then you stop playing Teenage dream on never ending repeat, and start listening to other music. I am this close to strangling Katy Perry.'

The two new additions to the room stared at the boys in front of them, who were glancing worriedly at each other.

'No need to stop the show just because Wes and I showed up. Feel free to kiss to your heart's content, but if you take it any further, I will ask you to go to your dorm. I don't want to see that.'

David grinned maliciously at the boys and winked (incredibly obviously) at Blaine.

'Where...what...how did you see?' Kurt asked.

'Mate, has no one ever told you to block keyholes when you're having make out sessions.' Wes smirked. 'We saw everything.'

'Everything' David chimed in.

'Oh... you move me Kurt... I've been looking for you forever.' Wes and David pulled dreadful puppy dog faces and puckered up their lips, making awfully sweet kissing sounds. 'This duet would just be an excuse to spend more time with you.' The pair began to sloppily kiss the backs of their hands, moaning into their skin.

'Oh Kurt, Baby.'

'Oh Blaine. '

Blaine and Kurt where just sat, gaping open mouthed at the pair.

'Now that did not happen.' Blaine stated, giving the two boys a disapproving glare.

'That doesn't mean you didn't Want it to happen.' David gave the boys another wink. 'Come on Wes; let's leave our little love birds to it.' The pair began to walk back towards to door. As they were about to leave, David spun on his heels so he was facing Blaine again.

'Just one more thing. You better heed my warning boys. If I so much as hear one Note, from that wretched Teenage Dream song again. I will not be held responsible for my actions. Actions which may or may not, involve the burning of a certain guitar and Gucci jacket.' He gave the pair the most evil of smiles and turned back to the door and walked out with Wes.

'You wouldn't d-'Blaine called after the pair.

'Goodbye boys.' Came the sound of Wes, walking slowly away with David. Fist pumping as they turned a corner down the corridor.

Kurt and Blaine remained seated, staring at the doorway through which the other boys had come and so rudely interrupted their little kissing practise. They glanced quickly at each other before turning back to the doorway and bursting into fits of hysterical laughter. Blaine had to lean on Kurt's shoulder to prevent him falling off his chair and onto the hard wooden floor. Although Kurt didn't protest. Instead he allowed his hand to subtly creep up behind Blaine until it was resting on the other boy's waist and let his head drop onto Blaine's soft cushion of hair. Once the laughter had died down, Blaine gazed up at Kurt through a fan of long thick eyelashes.

'You know, sometimes I think they're the gay couple around here.' He said, gesturing to the door. 'Always together, secretly watching two other guys kiss, something a little fishy about it, don't you think?'

Kurt began to giggle quietly; Blaine could feel his IQ drop. How did one boys laugh turn him into a vegetable?

'Well, I can understand why they wanted to watch. It was pretty hot.' Kurt boasted, squeezing Blaine's waist a little tighter but dodging his kiss.

'Tease.' The other boy replied, smirking.

He lifted his head from Kurt's shoulder and let his hand glide towards Kurt's. He allowed their fingers to slowly entwine as he pulled Kurt's hand from his waist and forced the other boy up so he was standing. Blaine followed and jumped eagerly to his feet.

'Now good Mr Hummel, May I request that we continue this "practise" session, somewhere a little more ...Private.' He winked slyly at Kurt and pulled the other boy towards him, until their torsos were cushioned together. He leant in pecked Kurt ever so softly on the lips. The other boy took in a deep breath, the air catching in his throat. Blaine pulled slowly back, keeping an ideal air of peace and perfectness in the room. Kurt still had his eyes closed. Blaine stood watching him as his eyelashes fluttered gradually open. He held Kurt's hands close to his chest for a moment before pulling the younger boy out of the room with him.

The pair ran down the corridor, hand in hand, just like they had done on that fateful day when they met. A meeting both boys felt was destiny, a meeting that changed things forever. A meeting that may well have been one of the best days of either of the young boy's lives.

The rest of the evening was spent in Blaine's dorm. It wasn't all kissing though. A lot of time was spent in silence, or just talking. Kurt loved talking with Blaine. Everything seemed so open, no secrets, nothing he couldn't say to the other boy, nothing they couldn't talk about. Kurt poured his heart and soul into every word he said, and Blaine listened.

He held Kurt tightly to his chest. He could feel every breath the younger boy took and he watched as his chest heaved, the exhalations echoing ever so slightly off the painted walls. Kurt could feel Blaine's warm breath on the back of his neck. It made his hairs stand up and quiver as every new breath skimmed his skin.

With every sip of air they took, the pair became closer and closer together. They fitted together like a jigsaw. Like their bodies had been made for each other.

A warm flush came from Kurt's heart right down to his toes when he thought about it.

Blaine began to nuzzle his nose into the top of Kurt's spine, carefully caressing his shoulders and neck with soft, tender kisses. There was no space of visible skin that Blaine didn't paint with kisses. He slowly made his way up Kurt's neck. He twisted the other boy slightly, so the two could look each other in the eyes. Hazel locked with blue. Blaine kissed each of Kurt's cheeks once, then his forehead, then his nose, and finally his planted a delicate kiss onto Kurt's trembling lips.

Blaine was so full of confidence; he moved his lips with such majesty and grace. He could feel Blaine's tongue on his lips, beckoning him to open his mouth and allow the tongue to slip inside. Kurt let it and began to deepen the kiss. He allowed Blaine to completely take over.

This was the complete opposite of any of his other kisses. The one he had shared with Brittany, in the lumberjack outfit that made him wince, was no more meaningful than Kurt kissing a pillow. And that "incident" with Karofsky was no kiss. It was mouth rape. Cold, dark and meaningless. This was his first true kiss. There may be breaks in between the touching of lips but it was all the same movement, the same emotion.

Blaine's tongue ran across Kurt's teeth, it tangled with his own, like a tongue waltz in his mouth. Blaine could taste the coffee the younger boy had been drinking earlier in the day, still fresh on his taste buds.

Coffee was something so definitively them. It was the first actual thing they had done together. (bar the incredible serenading of Kurt via teenage dream) They always got coffee together. At weekends they went to the Lima Bean where they would sit for hours and talk, whereas on school days they collected hot steaming mugs of the brew and sipped it slowly as they walked to first period.

But Blaine had decided he was willing to completely give up the drink its self if he got to have Kurt like this every morning. Kurt and Coffee tasted really really good.

Kurt managed to stay with Blaine until 11pm when he finally glanced at his watch and freaked over the alarming time on the watch. He leapt of off Blaine and grabbed his coat, blowing Blaine a sweet kiss goodbye, before dashing out the door and down the corridor, until he was out the building and into his Navigator.

He arrived back at his house at around 11.40. All the lights seemed to be off, Kurt just hoped he could sneak in without waking anyone up.

He got out of his car and slammed the door. An ear-splitting thud echoed around and Kurt swore at himself for being so loud.

He tiptoed slowly up the path to his house, taking the upmost care in ensuring the heels of his Jimmy Choos didn't click against the cold stone. Kurt fumbled with his key chain when he got to the front door, he was barely able to see the wretched thing in the thick darkness of the night. When he finally found the correct key, he attempted to slot it into the lock as quietly as possible. He heard the latch slot out of place and hurriedly opened the door and bounded in side.

A cold breeze followed him into the house, rustling the coats on the stand near the stairs. The soft clink of the door closing caused a previously un noticed figure laying on the couch to stir, snorting slightly in his sleep.

Kurt had whipped around at the sound, frightened that someone had heard him. He saw the sleeping figure, positioned awkwardly on the couch in the lounge. The TV was still on, bright vivid pictures blaring into Kurt's eyes, but the sound was muted, the only noise in the room was deep snoring coming from the sleeping figure but this hopefully wouldn't wake anyone up.

Just to be on the safe side, Kurt crept over to the screen, silently pressing the off switch and turned around to see Finn lying on the couch. Haha so Finn snored, he could definitely use this against him.

The sleeping boy was hunched up so that his humongous form was slotted tightly between the arm rests either side of the large seat. In his arms like a teddy bear was the remote control for the TV. God, where was a camera when you needed one Kurt thought to himself. He nipped over to the Finn and carefully positioned a pillow over his nose, to stop the deafening snores. This was not well received. Finn snorted, then began to cough and splutter. Kurt took this to mean that giant was waking up, so he ran. Not caring about the loud crashes his shoes made against the wooden panelling. He was half way up the stairs when the lights downstairs flickered on and a croaky voice sounded.

'What the hell is going on?' Finn was standing at the base of the stairs, gazing up at Kurt, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

'Kurt, what the hell are you doing? It's like 3 in the morning. Don't you need your beauty sleep or something?'

Kurt snorted, he'd never heard Finn refer to it as beauty sleep, but it was nice to hear the correct term being used.

'Actually its just before midnight Finn. I'm just going to bed now. No need to-'

He was cut short by a disapproving glare from Finn.

'Dude, you just got in didn't you?'

Kurt stood stock still for a moment, not daring to answer.

'Didn't you!'

This time Finn was more forcing with his words. He was demanding an answer. Kurt just nodded silently and stared down at his shoes.

'Haha i can't wait until your dad hears about this! He'll go-'

'You can't tell him. Please Finn.'

'Why not?'

'Because then he won't trust me to be out late again. He's not as easy going as Carole. He will actually do it.'

Kurt was right. Burt may be accepting and understanding of most things, but if there was any possibility that his son could be doing something...inappropriate then he would put a stop to it. Burt was very protective, unlike the calm and easy going Carole.

'Fine dude' Finn stood, hands on hips, looking more of a diva than Kurt at this point. 'But in the morning you owe me a Full explanation of why you're so late in, an why you thought it was a good idea to suffocate me with a freaking pillow.'

Kurt laughed, but quickly gagged himself with his hand to stop his parents waking up.

'Okay Finn. But you promise you won't tell?'

'I promise, but if you don't spill tomorrow, Burt will hear Everything.'

'Fine.' And with that Kurt continued up the stairs to his room, followed eventually by Finn, who was still clutching at the remote.