Sequel to "The Lazy Song" – This is my attempt to create a multi-chapter story out of this one shot based off Canon Glee and the future lives of the characters mentioned already in the one-shot. You don't really need to read The Lazy Song to get the story, but it will help.
Future!Fic featuring our boys living in New York City. Glee keeps changing its mind about place/time continuity but in this story the year is 2015, we start in about April and Kurt is a junior at the Fashion Institute of Technology and Blaine is a senior at Fordham. Canon up until Prom Queen/Funeral with Kurt/Blaine in some sort of age/grade vortex that just makes sense b/c it's Glee.
This is intended to be fairly light, with tons of fluff and smut. I'm sure if this gets long enough bits of drama and angst will make their way in – but this isn't Shakespeare – it's just fun, hopefully. Mostly pure KLAINE with family members and New Directions friends and the occasional OC - but mostly just Klaine.
Mid April. Winter had finally melted into spring in Midtown Manhattan. Instead, it had rained nearly every day for the past week. Currently it was raining buckets as Kurt pressed the down button on the elevator in the hallway of the 9th floor outside their apartment. He tapped his foot impatiently; Blaine was waiting for him in the lobby. The two were taking the night off from studying and homework to take in a movie downtown. Finally the down buttons light clicked off and the doors to the elevator creaked open.
The doors to the elevator opened to the bright lobby of their apartment building. Kurt gripped his umbrella tightly as he stepped out and walked towards Blaine, whose thick curly hair was wet and falling in his eyes as he chatted easily with the pretty young woman at the front desk.
"Mhmm, and his spring portfolio got picked to be featured in the showcase over the summer…" Blaine explained.
Kurt smiled; a slight blush appeared high in his cheekbones. He leaned towards Blaine to kiss his cheek, "Hey."
Blaine turned and smiled back at Kurt, "Hey! Oh good you brought an umbrella…it's raining."
Kurt brushed a lock of Blaine's damp hair out of his eyes, "so I see."
"Congrats about your portfolio Kurt," Amy, the front desk receptionist said.
Kurt smiled broadly at her, "Thanks Amy! It's really exciting and it's the only menswear line in the showcase so that's pretty cool."
Blaine laced his fingers through Kurt's, "we better go if we wanna make the early show."
With a wave goodbye to Amy Kurt and Blaine walked out the door of their apartment building and stood under the awning as Kurt opened the umbrella. Sheets and sheets of rain poured down from the sky and Kurt looked at the flimsy umbrella warily. His poor hair.
Blaine glanced over at Kurt and noticed the skeptical looks he was giving their cheap umbrella. "How about we take a cab instead of the bus?" he offered.
"Oh thank god. I know they're over priced but…" Kurt trailed off as Blaine took the umbrella from him and ventured out into the monsoon to flag down a cab for them. Best boyfriend ever, thought Kurt as he stood under the protection of the awning.
Thankfully Blaine was able to hail a cab within a minute or two and he and Kurt scrambled inside. Blaine told the driver the address of the movie theatre and they were off.
It was warm and dry and nice inside the cab. Kurt snuggled into Blaine's side but pulled away when he was poked by something sharp from the inside of Blaine's jacket.
"Ouch. What's that?"
"Oh! The mail. I forgot I picked it up before I started talking to Amy, her sister had her baby finally and they named him Jakob and-"
"The mail?"
"Yeah...the mail..."
"The mail! Blaine! Did you look to see if-"
"Holy crap I forgot, how could I forget? No I didn't check to see if NYU-"
"Well, look!"
Blaine unzipped his jacket and gingerly removed the mail from the hidden inside pocket. There were several pieces of mail. The cell phone bill, an ad for a new Thai restaurant, a postcard from Wes who was studying abroad in Spain this semester, Kurt's credit card bill, and….and something from NYU's School of Law. Blaine's breath caught in his throat. He had been waiting for this letter for months now, letting him know if he'd be attending his first choice of law schools in the fall.
Blaine's hands shook as he looked sadly down at the envelope. It was awfully light and thin. "I didn't get in…" he said softly.
Kurt placed his hand comfortingly along Blaine's forearm, "You don't know that! Just open it already."
Blaine looked at Kurt with wide eyes, "I can't. You do it, please," He handed Kurt the envelope.
Kurt kissed Blaine softly, "no matter what, I love you, so much. I'm so proud of you. We are in this together Blaine," he whispered against Blaine's lips.
Kurt carefully opened the envelope, indeed there was only one sheet of paper in inside. He read aloud:
"Dear Mr. Anderson:
After a great deal of consideration I am very pleased to inform you of your acceptance to New York University's School of Law class of 2018. You have been admitted to the Constitutional Law focus of the NYULaw curricula…"
Kurt trailed off and looked at Blaine who was smiling, looking slightly dazed. "Blaine! Baby you did it! You got it, and they gave you the focus you wanted and everything!"
Blaine let out a choked laugh and threw his arms around Kurt's neck.
"Blaine! Blaine that's not all…" Kurt said hurriedly, still scanning the letter, "It says there's more info online that they didn't include in the letter because they're going eco-friendly…and Blaine! Blaine baby they gave you a partial scholarship – I think over half your tuition is covered!"
"What?" Blaine asked, shocked. He unwound himself from Kurt's neck to finally look at the letter himself.
Indeed, the letter said he had earned a scholarship based off his academic record at Fordham as well as his many diverse extracurricular activities and that he'd need to maintain at least a 3.25 to maintain the money the school was giving him. Blaine was stunned. His parents had plenty of money, but three years of law school was expensive for just about anyone. This would help so much.
Blaine carefully folded the letter and put it and the other pieces of mail back in his breast pocket. Kurt gently placed his hands on either side of Blaine's face and leaned in close.
"I am so proud of you Blaine. You are going to make such a good lawyer." Blaine jerked forward to close the gap between himself and Kurt and kissed him fiercely. Kurt kissed back eagerly as Blaine's hands clasped his back and pulled him in closer so their chests were touching. Blaine's tongue pressed against Kurt's lips, pushing its way inside to lap against Kurt's. Kurt's mouth was warm and welcoming, he tasted like his afternoon latte and the unique slightly sweet taste that could only be described as Kurt.
Blaine was too happy and overwhelmed to really think about the fact they were in a moving vehicle on the way to the movies and instead broke the kiss and began attacking Kurt's neck and jaw line with kisses and nibbles.
"Blaine…" warned Kurt, slightly frozen in place due to the magical things Blaine was doing to his neck, "Blaine…" Blaine seemed perfectly obvious as he started unbuttoning the top buttons of Kurt's dress shirt and breathed against the shell of Kurt's ear, "Want, you. Want you inside me. Now." A shiver of desire ran through Kurt and he tangled a few fingers in Blaine's curls.
The cab driver coughed loudly at this and Kurt smiled embarrassedly at the older man, "Um, hmm" *giggle* "Could you, could you please take us home instead of to the theatre please?"
The cab driver let out a gruff laugh and made a wild U-Turn. They made it back to the apartment in a few minutes and Kurt threw a twenty at the driver as Blaine pulled him by the hand from the cab.
They dashed back inside and Kurt squeaked out a quick "He got in!" to Amy's confused face as Blaine pulled him into the open elevator.
Blaine's mouth was on his the moment the elevator doors closed. Kurt was grateful the elevator was empty as it sped towards the ninth floor and a breathy moan escaped his lips as Blaine's hand found his ass and cupped it roughly.
Kurt mirrored the action on Blaine's ass, earning him a low groan of approval from the shorter boy. Blaine's hand dove into Kurt's front pocket and groped around until he found the keys to their apartment (and perhaps a few "accidental" palms at Kurt's rapidly hardening arousal), and he fumbled with the lock outside their door, desperate to get inside but unwilling to take his mouth and eyes off Kurt.
Finally the door opened with a click and the two young men stumbled inside. Shoes were kicked off hastily followed by jackets (Kurt managing to land his jacket rather gracefully on a chair while Blaine's jacket lied crumpled on the ground) and Kurt was wrenching off Blaine's scarf as Blaine guided them into their bedroom.
Kurt pulled Blaine's shirt up and over his head, exposing his toned chest and dark trail of hair. Blaine smiled at him, expression caught between lust, excitement and laughter. Blaine reached forward to finish unbuttoning Kurt's dress shirt. "I love you."
"I love you too Blaine," said Kurt, shrugging the shirt off his shoulders. "I am so proud of you, you're going to do so well and now we know you'll be in New York with me in the fall and-"
Blaine hushed Kurt in a soft kiss, their lips moving in sync with each other. "Even if I hadn't gotten in, I couldn't leave you. I wouldn't even be here without you. All those nights where you cooked and cleaned and did everything while I was shut away studying for the LSATs last fall, and I know I made you look over my application essays about ten millions times and-"
It was Kurt's turn to interrupt Blaine, "All worth it. You're worth it. I love you Blaine, and as nice as it is to be appreciated, I believe I was about to fuck my soon-to-be-law-student-boyfriend and I'd really like to get back to that," Kurt said with a wicked smile.
"Would you?" Blaine questioned, raising a triangle shaped eyebrow at Kurt as he sat on their plush queen sized bed.
Kurt climbed on top of Blaine, straddling him. He pressed their chests together and licked a line from the base of Blaine's neck to the underside of his earlobe, causing Blaine's Adams Apple to bounce up and down. Kurt panted into Blaine's ear in the most obscene way, "Yes, and I know you want me." He jutted his hips forward and they came together with Blaine's, both men's hardness' pressing insistently against their tight pants, begging for friction.
"Gah," whined Blaine, "yes, please, oh god Kurt…" mumbled Blaine, his nails clawing at the soft skin of Kurt's back.
Kurt growled as he unbuttoned Blaine's jeans, "why do we never remember to take these off before we get in bed?" he asked to no one in particular. Soon enough however both Blaine and himself had shimmied out of their jeans, and were kissing heatedly, legs intertwined, clad only in pink boxers (Blaine) and silver boxer briefs (Kurt). Kurt's thoughts were hazy but happy as he licked and sucked at the delicate skin around the shell of Blaine's ear and his hands, one twirled in Blaine's soft curls and the other rubbing one of Blaine's sensitive nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Blaine's eyes were closed and his mouth hung open as his breath came in shallow gasps.
"Kurt…Kurt…Kurt please, touch me, fuck me, something, anything…" Blaine begged, thrusting his hips forward into Kurt's.
Kurt tugged at the waistband of Blaine's boxers, hand ghosting over the prominent bulge of Blaine's erection as the boxers slid down his legs and off completely, "That, I can do," he said. He reached over Blaine's side and into their nightstand, taking out their lubricant (which was nearly empty, he really needed to buy more next time they were out) and a pink condom.
He tore the wrapper on the condom and slid it onto himself. He poured a generous amount of lubricant onto his hand and slicked himself and his fingers up with it. He told Blaine to lie on his side and he lifted one of Blaine's legs up and over his own hips. With a graceful arm Kurt reached between them and closed his lube slicked hand around Blaine, eliciting a sharp gasp from the slightly shorter man. Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's shoulders, pulling him tightly to him. Kurt pumped his hand tightly up and down around Blaine, rubbing the swollen head of his cock with his thumb. "I love touching you," whispered Kurt honestly, he did love the feel of his soft hand around Blaine's wet, hot and hard member, knowing he was hard because of him.
Kurt pumped Blaine's cock with one hand and used the other to massage his balls, earning him a series of "fuck fuck fuck"s from Blaine's lips as he pressed against the pulse points and extra sensitive nerves around Blaine perineum. He ran his nails against Blaine's inner thighs, gently urging Blaine's legs further apart. Kurt prodded his fingers backwards slowly until his index finger came into contact with Blaine's tight entrance. Blaine thrust gruffly up against Kurt with a moaned, "please" and Kurt swirled his finger around the opening, teasing Blaine.
Kurt pressed a finger into Blaine and felt the muscles tense and relax around him. He pushed until he was knuckle deep and the tight ring of muscle grew accustom to Kurt's intrusion. Blaine's face was flushed and slightly sweaty. "Love you so much," he choked out before burying his face into the crook of Kurt's neck, sucking and nipping at the skin. Kurt eased his finger out before gently pushing two fingers and then a third into Blaine, scissoring him and stretching out the tight ring of muscles. Blaine bared down as his muscles relaxed, allowing Kurt to curl his fingers enough to find Blaine's "ah, ohgodthereyesthereohKurt" prostate.
Kurt thrust his fingers into Blaine as Blaine shifted up and down to thrust against Kurt's hand, "more" he cried out. Kurt couldn't wait anymore either, his skin felt like it was on fire and he needed to be inside his boyfriend this very second. He withdrew his fingers, added more lube to his arousal and rearranged some pillows on the bed to better align Blaine.
"Do you wanna be on your stomach?" Kurt asked. Blaine often favored that position when Kurt was penetrating him.
Blaine shook his head, "Nuh, wanna, wanna look at you."
Blaine gazed up at Kurt with his beautiful hazel eyes, eyes full of lust and love. "Okay baby."
Kurt grabbed another pillow and shifted Blaine around so his ass was lifted several inches off the bed. He positioned himself at Blaine's entrance and leaned forward to kiss Blaine's forehead. "Love you."
Blaine wrapped his legs around Kurt's back and Kurt pushed himself into the tight heat that was his boyfriend. No matter how often they had sex (which was fairly often, not including the March midterms drought) Kurt didn't think he'd ever tire of the exquisite feeling of being inside his boyfriend, the muscles inside Blaine engulfing him, wrapping him in delicious friction and heat.
Kurt gave Blaine a moment for the slight pain to dissipate as the countertenor filled him to the brim, and within a few moments Blaine was moaning, "move, move, move" to Kurt.
Kurt pulled almost entirely out of Blaine before thrusting gently back in. Blaine's cock rubbed against the tight muscles of Kurt's stomach as Kurt increased his pace on his thrusts into Blaine. Blaine kept his eyes locked on Kurt as the two rocked back and forth, Kurt's strong leg muscles propelling him forward and Blaine's hips pushing him backward, each meeting each other thrust for thrust. "Ungh, Kurt, Kurt, oh god" Blaine groaned as Kurt rubbed up against his prostate.
"Yeah?" Kurt asked teasingly.
"Yes, yes, oh fuck, yes."
Oh and fuck yes it did feel good. It was true the angle was usually better for Blaine when he was on his back but Kurt had positioned himself just right so he was hitting Blaine's prostate with nearly every thrust and Blaine felt so full and the pressure was incredibly good. Every nerve ending in Blaine's body seemed to respond light an electric wire each time the head of Kurt's penis found that special spot inside him.
Kurt's hair stuck up in a hundred directions, pushed out of place by their rolling around and the light beads of sweat that covered both of them. Blaine couldn't get over how hot Kurt looked, his eyes wild yet focused, biting his lip in concentration, he was obviously trying to make this feel as good as possible for Blaine. He was succeeding.
Kurt ground his hips into Blaine, pushing himself as deep as he could into his lover, Blaine's slippery cock leaked beads of pre-cum as it jutted against Kurt's stomach and hips. He could feel the tight coils of orgasm building within him, he couldn't hold out much longer, he'd keel over and die if he tried. Kurt pulled Blaine earlobe into his mouth and raked his teeth against it. His breath hot and low in Blaine's ear, "come for me."
It was too much. Blaine felt himself tensing and catapulting over the edge as his orgasm hit him and he came hard between himself and Kurt. His inner walls contracted around Kurt and within moments Kurt was coming as well.
Kurt slumped forward, collapsing forehead to forehead with Blaine as they both came down from their respective highs. After a few moments, a deep breath and a chaste kiss Kurt pulled out of Blaine and rolled the condom off himself, tied it and threw it in the direction of their wastebasket. Blaine reached an arm over to the night stand for tissues to clean himself and Kurt up.
Blaine's hands found Kurt's face and he pulled him close, still panting slightly, "that was…you were…I love you Kurt."
Kurt wrapped a leg around Blaine and lazily ran his hand up and down Blaine's chest, "I love you too. You weren't half bad yourself babe."
Blaine stifled a yawn and shook his head, trying to fight the sleepy feelings that always seemed to befall him immediately after sex. "I need to call my parents," he said, kissing Kurt's forehead.
Kurt smiled at him, "I'm gonna call mine too!" He pressed his flushed lips to Blaine's and bounded out of bed in search of his cell. Both his and Blaine's were in their respective owners pants pockets and he tossed Blaine his.
"Thanks," Blaine called as Kurt pulled his boxer briefs back on and walked out of the room into the kitchenette.
Blaine dialed his parents home number, but was unsurprised when it rang several times before going to voicemail. He dialed his mother's cell phone as he heard Kurt chirping happily from the kitchenette to…Carole, Blaine guessed it was Carole. The phone rang and rang before he heard:
You have reached Perla Anderson. I am unavailable currently, please leave your name and a brief message and I will return your call at my earliest convenience.
Blaine sighed, his parents were never mean to him or anything, but they never seemed to be available when he needed them, "Hi Mom, it's me Blaine, I'm calling because I got my letter from NYULaw today finally. I got in, and they gave me some money so I think we should be able to handle the costs okay from what dad and I discussed. Kurt and I are really excited. Call me back. I love you."
He pressed end before dialing his dad, whose phone went straight to voicemail. Kurt giggled loudly from the kitchenette. He left a similar message for his dad as he had for his mom before getting out of bed, pulling on his boxer briefs and following after Kurt into the kitchenette.
Kurt squealed happily as he saw Blaine enter the room, "Hold on dad he's right here!" Kurt held the phone out to Blaine, beaming at him.
Blaine took the phone and heard the gruff but pleasant voice of Burt Hummel fill his ears, "Blaine! Congrats kid! Law school! You'll do great."
"Thanks Mr. Hum-Burt," (it had taken Blaine ages to stop calling Mr. and Mrs. Hummel by their last names though they both insisted upon it), Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine and snuggled in close to him, sighing happily. "Yeah I'm really happy."
"Did you call your parents yet?"
"Yeah, I left them both messages."
"Oh. Good. Well we're really proud of you kid."
A lump formed in Blaine's throat at Burt's kind words. "Thank you Burt, that…that means a lot to me."
"Law school is a big deal. You're going to be insanely busy and overworked the next three years."
"I know. But it'll pay off in the end, did Kurt tell you the school offered me a partial scholarship?"
"He did. Which is so great. I'm sure that'll help a lot and – oh hold on Carole wants to talk to you…"
"Blaine!Law School! NYULaw! That is so wonderful sweetheart. We are so proud of you! First Kurt's showcase news last week and now this! You boys are doing so well out there in New York."
"Thank you Carole. I'm really excited about Kurt's show; it's going to be really amazing I'm sure."
Blaine wouldn't ever admit to it but he loved talking to Kurt's parents. They were so open and expressive and they were there. Burt and Carole asked several more questions about Blaine's program and the Constitutional Law concentration and what Blaine wanted to get out of law school.
Eventually, Kurt took the phone from Blaine and chatted happily for a few more minutes with his parents before putting the phone on speaker so he and Blaine could say their goodbyes.
Kurt took his phone back and began a mass text to his "Favorites" Contacts list which included Finn, Rachel, Mercedes, Sam, Quinn, Mike, Tina, Brittany, Santana, Puck, Lauren, Dave, Mr. and Mrs. Schuester, and his FIT friends Mateo and Gil, informing them that Blaine had (finally!) been accepted. Blaine took out his own phone to send texts to David and Thad, as well as his Fordham buddies Morgan, Kevin and Amber. Within minutes each boys phones were abuzz with congratulatory texts. Blaine swelled with happiness. Sure his parents were pretty distant, but he had Kurt and Kurt's family and all of their good friends. This was a supremely good day. His stomach rumbled.
Kurt giggled at the gurgling sound, "How about we go get something to eat? Celebrate?"
Blaine smiled at him, "That sounds nice."
"I'll see who else can join us?" Kurt said, his thumbs already clicking away at his cell.
Blaine kissed Kurt's cheek, "You're wonderful." He turned and walked back to their bedroom so he could get dressed and fix his wild hair.
Kurt returned to their bedroom shortly afterward and quickly dressed in clothes designed from his own hand. He wore well fitted silky grey pants with a light green button down, a grey vest and a lavender bow tie. Blaine opted for a slightly more casual look, dark blue jeans and a cobalt blue polo. Kurt's phone buzzed several times as he fussed over his hair, trying to recreate the pre-sex perfection it had been when he had gotten in the elevator to meet Blaine earlier that afternoon.
"Okay so Mercedes, Jay, Quinn and Tina are joining us along with David, Morgan and Kevin, and we're meeting them at that new Thai place on 6th Ave in half an hour."
Blaine crossed the room and straightened Kurt's bowtie, "Thank you for everything" he said, leaning in to kiss Kurt on the nose.
Kurt smiled broadly and giggled, "It's nothing. OH! Yay! It finally stopped raining!" he exclaimed, glancing behind Blaine to look out their bedroom window.
Thankfully for Kurt's hair and expensive designer shoes the rain had indeed stopped and the boys made the easy trip by bus to the new Thai restaurant just in time to meet their friends.
Mercedes, Jay and Quinn waited for them outside the restaurant. Mercedes pulled Blaine into a tight hug and Jay clapped him on the shoulder. "Congratulations Baby! We knew you could do it! Plus," Mercedes said, releasing Blaine from her grip, "you're gonna need that law degree to keep White Boy here in designer duds."
Blaine laughed, "I think Kurt's going to be wiping the floor with the other designers by the time I finish school."
"Damn straight."
Kurt and Blaine each hugged Quinn, who also congratulated Blaine though she didn't seem as happy to be there as Mercedes and Jay. Kurt offered her a concerned tilt of his head but she shook him off mouthing "later." Tina turned up a few minutes later with David and Morgan in tow, having ridden the subway over with them. Last to arrive was a harassed looking Kevin who mumbled something about hating the subway as the eight of them made their way into the restaurant.
It was nice that so many of them had been able to get together so spur of the moment, thought Kurt. He knew Mercedes (and Rachel) were rehearsing in earnest for their yearend concerts at Juliard, Jay was working night and day managing a Foot Locker to support himself while he finished school, Tina was busy working on an anthology of her poetry and Quinn kept busy with school and maintaining her title of Miss New York. David also attended Columbia, but for business, and was currently interning with…IBM Kurt was fairly sure. Morgan and Kevin were friends Blaine had met in his sophomore year at Fordham, Morgan was older, about 25, a tall bisexual man of Italian descent who had traveled extensively in Europe for two years before attending school, and Kevin, who Kurt was pretty sure was 22 and majored in Anthropology, and looked vaguely middle eastern.
They all ordered and fell into easy animated conversation. Most of them were either already good friends or in David's case, used to hanging out with the old New Directions crew from the many parties and get-together's Kurt and Blaine had thrown over the years. Morgan and Kevin were relatively new to the fold but fit in well. Jay, who Mercedes had been seeing for quite some time, got along swimmingly with Kurt and Tina, but often was at odds with Mercedes roommate, Quinn.
Blaine worked the room like a pro. His years of private school and natural dapperness allowing him to charm everyone in the room, though he kept his eyes on Kurt much of the night, smiling at him adoringly.
They stayed for desserts and coffees and chatted, sharing professor horror stories, as well as Morgan, Kevin and David's plans for after graduation (No idea, Grad School and MBA program respectively). The waiter bitched emphatically about splitting their bill but was eventually mollified with a few moments of fake flirting from Tina.
After many congratulations and hugs everyone said goodnight and Kurt and Blaine headed towards the nearest bus stop to go home. Kurt's phone buzzed.
Me: Blaine got into NYULaw!
Finn: That's awesome! Sorry it took me a while to text back, I was in the w8 room. Puck and Dave say congrats to Blaine 2.
Me: It's cool. We went out for Thai with a bunch of people to celebrate. I'll tell him you said congrats.
Finn: Thanks. When r u guys coming home? Rachel told me, but I forgot and she's scary if I ask again.
Me: We're flying out with her and 'Cedes about a week after Blaine graduates. The 23rd I believe. Blaine's parents are coming the weekend he graduates along with mom and dad.
Finn: Oh good. Thanks Kurt. How R U anyway?
Me: I'm good Finn. My line is going to be in the showcase this summer. How're you?
Finn: Ur Line? Like a pencil line? I'm okay, ready for summer.
Me: No, my *clothing* line….the clothes I designed and made. Nevermind. I'm glad you're good. I gtg we're home now.
Finn: K. Love ya Bro.
Kurt smiled.
Me: Love you too Finn.
The bus came to halt about two blocks from their apartment and they got out hand in hand. The sky had finally cleared and the moon shone brightly across the Manhattan sky. Blaine thought Kurt's skin looked particularly delectable in the moonlight. He pulled Kurt's hand up to his mouth and kissed his knuckles. Kurt giggled and blushed. "I love you."
"I love you too Blaine," Kurt answered, pulling Blaine into a long lazy kiss. They were both yawning now, it was late and the adrenaline of the last several hours was beginning to wear off. The waved sleepily at Donald, the night receptionist as they made their way into the building of their apartment and into the elevator.
Blaine quickly changed into pajama pants and fell asleep moments after hitting the pillow on his and Kurt's bed. Kurt on the other hand changed slowly before heading into the bathroom for his nightly moisturizing routine. He climbed into bed about half an hour later and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, enjoying being the big spoon.
With a final kiss to the back of Blaine's neck Kurt's eyes fluttered closed and he too fell into a peaceful slumber.
The end of chapter one. Worth continuing? Only way to know is if you Review!
Chapter Two: Blaine's graduation.
I'm thinking this story will highlight significant events in Kurt and Blaine's lives over the next few years. I have a lot mapped out in my head but don't know where the "end" will be yet. Love it or hate it please review! I'm always looking for suggestions about how to keep their sex life interesting (without immediately delving into extremes) so any ideas are appreciated greatly. Not everyone can write smut like beautifulwhatsyourhurry - but I try to keep things hot and lovey.