Look, I'm Moving On

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Warnings: TYPOS, Angst, Smut, Trigger warning: there's cutting and vague explanation of homicide, Slash- male|male pairings, that's all I can think of right now.

Disclaimer: I don't own these fckn characters yo they all belong to Mr. Murphy and Fox and shit.

[It's been heavily revised]

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Chapter One: Teenage Dream (Acoustic Version)

"Blaine… who is Elliot? You have a missed call from him…" Kurt called out to Blaine.

Momentarily startled by Kurt's question, Blaine faltered while wrapping the towel around his waist. Why was he calling? Their next meeting wasn't for another week. Shaking his head, Blaine quickly tied the towel and made his way to his bedroom. Stepping through the threshold of his en suite, he nervously ran his hands through his damp hair while casually stating, "He's… he's just a class mate, honey."

Slightly relieved by his answer, Kurt gracefully sat himself on Blaine's bed after returning his boyfriend's phone to the dresser. Uncertainty about the current standing of his relationship with Blaine had plagued Kurt throughout the entire plane ride home resulting in a mild panic attack and an emotionally wounded Aviatrix. The consequential tension during Thanksgiving dinner with Blaine, Rachel and family, was so palpable that Kurt swore he could cut through it with his butter knife. Luckily, the next morning Burt understood that he and Blaine needed their time alone to sort things out, so he allowed Kurt to leave with Blaine for an isolated reunion. While Blaine was asleep, Burt made Kurt promise to spend the last day of his break with him and Carole, which was readily agreed to.

Mid-afternoon after a nice quiet breakfast, they were finally on the road. The drive to Blaine's house was incredibly awkward due to Blaine's unnerving distance—his out of character silence. Finally seated in Blaine's bedroom, they managed to have civil small talk until Blaine deemed himself filthy and in need of a shower. This left Kurt in a state of mild distress. The little pep talk he gave himself helped a little because really, this was nothing a Hummel couldn't handle. When Kurt finally heard the water pelting against the shower walls, he was startled out of his lazy sprawl when out of nowhere Blaine's phone rings and some strange guys name shows on the screen, a guy that Kurt wasn't familiar with. He trusted Blaine, but distance did tend to put strain on relationships… and he was so far away from him, not able to satisfy or console him. With Thanksgiving dinner and everything that had happened when he'd landed, he didn't have time to sit and really think about all of this. His little reprieve with Blaine was definitely what they both needed to square away their issues.

"I'm so happy to be back here with you, Blaine." Kurt shyly peered at Blaine through his lashes. "I've missed you so much. It's fantastic out in New York, believe me, but… it's not the same without you there."

Feeling his recurring guilt rear its ugly head for all of the things he'd been keeping from Kurt, Blaine slowly made his way to his boyfriend and leaned down to kiss him, hoping to distract and reacquaint himself with his lover. Something he wasn't able to do under Burt's watchful eye.

The kiss began as a simple and sweet chaste press of lips, but soon progressed to the couple's usual passion and fervor as Kurt gently ran his fingers through Blaine's freshly washed curls and deepened it, nipping at his bottom lip to gain access to his mouth. Blaine moaned as he opened up to Kurt's inquisitive tongue, gently pushing him onto his back to straddle his waist. After ten luxurious minutes of reveling in Kurt's attention, Blaine reluctantly pulled away.

"I've missed you too, Kurt. The Skype dates and texts can only do so much…" Blaine leaned down to Kurt's ear to nip at the lobe, drawing a breathy moan from Kurt's swollen lips.

"I've missed touching you here," and he trailed his hand down Kurt's chest and around to his hip, resting it there to gently massage the small amount of exposed flesh.

"And kissing you here," His lips slowly made their journey down Kurt's ear to ghost tender kisses along the shell of ear then down to his jaw where he peppered Kurt's jaw with gentle presses of his lips and finally to his neck to draw the delicate skin into his mouth, endeavoring to once again mark Kurt as his.

His efforts elicited a whimper from his beautiful glassy-eyed boyfriend.

"But most of all, I've missed your scent and taste so much… vanilla and strawberries."

Kurt pulled Blaine's mouth back up to his, to show Blaine just how much his words meant to him, and how much he'd missed Blaine's intoxicating kisses.

"Make love to me, Blaine?" Kurt mumbled against Blaine's mouth, his lips lightly brushing Blaine's as he spoke.

In response, Blaine released a throaty groan before he fully untucked Kurt's shirt, pulling it over his head whilst ignoring Kurt's indignant growl at mussing his hair, and throwing the article across the room. When the beautiful pale skin of Kurt's chest became exposed to Blaine's hazel stare, the thoughts and feelings that overwhelmed him made him weak with desire.

"You're so perfect, Kurt. I still can't believe you're mine, even after all of this time…" and with this claim Blaine lightly pressed his lips to Kurt's, once, twice, then trailed his tongue along the edges of Kurt's lips.

Allowing Blaine's tongue into his mouth, Kurt sighed in contentment as he felt the little muscle take small gentle swipes at his own tongue. He'd missed having his boyfriend with him every day. Blaine had been a huge part of his life for the past two years, after all. He'd even missed glee club. Growing up and making a life of his own was tough work, but it was worth it. His internship at Vogue was going really well. He had an amazing boss, and he had his best gal, Rachel. What more could he ask for? His subconscious kindly gave an answer: Blaine… at the reminder of his boyfriend, Kurt was drawn back to the present when he felt Blaine unbutton his pants.

"Blaine… I want you in me so badly." Kurt said in-between a breathy moan, loosening the knot on Blaine's hip that held him from his lover's swollen cock.

When Blaine was stripped out of his towel, he stopped their progress to slowly undo the zipper on Kurt's skinny jeans and sidle them down his thin, pale thighs, purposefully skimming his knuckles down the tent in his Calvin Klein briefs. Feeling Blaine's knuckles teasingly run down his hardened member through his briefs caused Kurt to release a sound that startled him; a sound stuck between a moan and yelp, which making Blaine more eager for the prize that awaited him hiding under the layers of fabric. Blaine made quick work of completely disrobing Kurt to marvel at the beautifully sculpted contours of his boyfriend's lean body.

He loved to admire Kurt.

The way his alabaster skin glistened with a thin layer of perspiration from the intimate way their body heat entwined to escalate the temperature in the room, the temperatures of their bodies, and his pert little pink nipples that lay on lightly defined breast bones… but he specifically adored the way the lean muscles of Kurt's stomach quivered whenever he ghosted his hand over his most private parts.

He truly was a work of art in Blaine's opinion, and his hardened cock gave a twitch as he looked down to see Kurt's reddened member throb and leak pre-cum.

"I'm going to make you feel so good, Kurt. You don't understand what you do to me."

Blaine reached over to his night stand to get the lube and condoms he had stashed away for them. Getting the bottle open soon showed a difficult task as Kurt's relentless hands kept grasping his body, tenderly caressing his erogenous zones until he was just a panting mess.

"Kurt... I won't be able to make love to you if you keep touching me like that." Blaine said in a tone that spoke his sexual frustration.

He was so hard and all he wanted to do was take Kurt dry and hear the pretty little noises his perfect little bow mouth would release when he was jack hammering his prostate, but his very imaginative visual was halted when he heard Kurt's horrified whisper.

"B-Blaine, why… why are there cuts… in your inner thigh? They… they look pretty new…" Kurt said, a little frightened by the sight.

The fear and mortification that shot through Blaine's system at the realization that Kurt had discovered part of his secret made Blaine shoot off the bed and across the room to the restroom.

What could he say to Kurt? "Hey, Kurt, I cut and there's a lot more you don't know about me that I've been hiding since we met. The only problem is, I didn't tell you because it wasn't a problem at the time." Not likely. So he hid in the restroom as he tried to formulate a plausible lie, but as soon as he had the door closed and looked to his still wet shower where his razor sat; he had it.

"Blaine… Blaine baby, please. I'm sorry… I didn't mean to scare you… it's just I didn't know you…" Kurt tried through the door, not in the least bit worried about his nudity, but was cut off when Blaine came out of the restroom smirking while holding his razor.

"Kurt, what are you talking about?" Blaine gave a convincingly cheerful chuckle. "I cut myself yesterday morning when I slipped in the shower. I was trying to be as freshly groomed as possible for you." Here he kissed Kurt's nose, "But I clumsily fell while trying to get into my shower and my razor was just sitting there." Sigh. "It's completely embarrassing, but you know me..." Blaine gave a sheepish smile to try and convey a playfulness that was the farthest thing from what he was actually feeling.

"Oh. Oh, Blaine! Why'd you run away like that? You scared me half to death! I thought that... that you cutyourself purposefully. That's ridiculous. You would never."

The slight disgust at the prospect of Blaine intentionally harming himself was overlapped by the relief that was clearly shown in Kurt's opulent glasz eyes as he accepted Blaine's lie. Kurt obviously didn't want to believe Blaine capable of any type of duplicitousness, even more, purposefully hurting himself, so he played along and tried to forget about the fact that even if you did fall against a razor it would not only pierce the flesh, but cut a layer or two off if there were any leverage for the little device.

"Well since we've gotten that worked out. I think we were in the middle of something before we were so abruptly interrupted?" Kurt gave Blaine a heated look, albeit, the sentiment was a little forced.

"Yes," Blaine inched forward until his naked chest was touching Kurt's and his re-hardening cock was pressing against Kurt's stomach, "yes we were. We definitely have some unfinished business I'd like to discuss with you over here at my bed." And they definitely had a nice talk with one another over the next several hours.

-?-

"You awake, Blaine?" Kurt whispered later that evening as they lay in bed exhausted and satiated from their extensive and very thorough discussions throughout the day.

It truly was their best love making. Blaine typically topped when they made love, but they'd alternated as the day progressed causing them both to soar to new heights of ecstasy. They'd experimented with new learned positions and after they'd orgasm harder than they thought humanly possible, they'd cuddle and doze off only to wake up and make love again or grab snacks.

Blaine lay on his back staring at the ceiling, especially glad that it was Saturday and his aunt and uncle wouldn't be home until Monday morning. He didn't know if he'd be able to give up having Kurt all to himself for school and his family. There were certain things teenage boys needed—sex being a number one priority. He was called from his musings when he felt, rather than heard, Kurt's soothing voice whisper a breath of air across his shoulder as he spoke.

"Mmm? Yea…" Blaine's voice came out heavy with disuse. Or more correctly, abandonment of legible, coherent English to monosyllable moans and whines.

"I... love you. I'm so glad I have you." Kurt tightened his arm around Blaine's waist and kissed his shoulder lovingly. "I-I know I haven't been the best boyfriend as of late… because I've been busy with work, but I want you to know that I do care. I care a lot about what's going on here with you." After a moment's pause, Kurt continued. "I'm so proud of you for winning the election, baby."

Hearing Kurt admit he was wrong and that he did care, reaffirming his love for him, made Blaine's heart constrict and he turned over on his side to face Kurt and stare into his adoring gaze.

"I-Kurt. Thank you. It means a lot to me to hear you say that. I just… I want to make you proud to call me your boyfriend. Proud of me. I did this all for you. I came to McKinley for you. And I've gained so much more than I thought I ever would have if we hadn't met… and gotten to know each other. You're my first love. My only love. It hurt me to the core when you weren't accepting my calls. I thought you were moving on. Growing up in New York and forgetting about your young small-town boyfriend; but hearing you say this just confirms that we can do this."

At the end of Blaine's speech he took a breath and realized that he'd been looking down as he spoke. When he felt Kurt gently take his chin in his hand and raise his head up to look him in the eyes, his breath caught when he saw the raw emotion in Kurt's eyes. The love, sadness, pride, and so many more emotions he couldn't even place.

He felt his eyes water and a tear slip free and slide down his cheek at Kurt's words, "You have always made me proud, Blaine. I love you more than words can describe and I want, I need you to understand that. I'm so sorry that I made you feel that way. It was not my intention, and in the future I will try and call you back as soon as I'm able to."

Kurt stopped to take a shuddery breath, "You are my true love and I can't see myself without my "young small-town boyfriend". Don't you ever doubt my feelings or the strength of our relationship. It'll be rough with the distance and everything, until you're there with me, but I'll always be here. Fighting for us, and I hope you feel the same." He gently wiped the tears away from Blaine's cheeks then brought their foreheads together and linked their fingers.

"Kurt…" Blaine was speechless.

Kurt just gave him a small smile and squeezed his hands.

"Of-of course I feel the same. I love you. I love us. I want a family with you someday…"

"And I want the same thing." Kurt touched their noses together, pulled their clasped hands to his chest and softly whispered, "Promise me one thing?"

"What's that?" Blaine said a little breathlessly. Kurt always made him dizzy with all of the emotions he evoked in him.

"That if you're ever feeling insecure about… about yourself or us that you'll think about our future. If I'm not able to talk or come home to you, think about our family, okay?" He waited patiently for Blaine to reply.

"Yes. Okay."

A heavy silence descended upon the couple as they lost themselves in their thoughts. The waning tendrils of sunlight the only source of light for the room as they thought over everything they'd discussed. Blaine didn't know if the ever-growing tension he was experiencing was due to the prospect of not having contact with Kurt in the future, or if it came from the never-ending lies he'd been spinning for years, more recently—today. This was essentially the first time he'd ever lied directly to Kurt and he didn't like the possibility of it continuing. Yes, he felt insecure and frightened of how his revelations would be conveyed… but would it be so bad to let the man of his dreams, the man he'd been waiting his life for, know that he was less innocent than he was originally thought to be? Would it be so bad to tell Kurt what really happened to his parents? Kurt, the most kind-hearted caring man he'd ever met. Surely, Kurt wouldn't fault him for events that were beyond his control.

Sighing in defeat Blaine gently shook his head and let his mind wander to other less depressing topics.

Some fifteen minutes later, the sun had settled neatly beneath the horizon, leaving Blaine and Kurt in a calm darkness.

"Blaine?"

"Mmm?"

"You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream." Kurt softly sang.

And with those last words they wrapped themselves in the blankets and became entangled in limbs as they fell asleep more in love with each other than they'd ever been. Even if the look in Blaine's had seemed a little melancholy.

A/N: Okay. Well, that was fun. Review and tell me what you think. Thanks for reading.

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