Author's Notes: Here it is! After a bit of a break, I've returned to write some more in the MtKYBW 'verse. Here's the fulfillment of the first prompt: the extended version of Kurt's graduation night. This begins right where chapter eight left off. Warning for very happy Blaine and fairly vanilla sexy times (there's explicit content that was not previously present in this 'verse...I hope it's not too much). Although this is a little different in tone than the other writing in this 'verse, I hope you still enjoy it :)

"Kid, where's Blaine? Is he gonna meet us at the restaurant?" Burt asked when he looked back at Kurt through the mirror. "You look a mess – did something happen between you two?" he continued hesitantly.

Kurt was no longer crying, but his face was puffy and his eyes were red. He met his father's eyes in the mirror now and smiled. "Everything's okay, dad. I just – I have a lot to think about."

"You're a college graduate now," Carole said, smiling back at Kurt. "I'm sure it's a bit scary trying to figure out what comes next."

"Yeah. But it's not only that," he paused, "Dad, Blaine wants me to move in with him."

Burt swallowed and furrowed his brow as he tried to understand where Kurt was coming from.

"You two have been seeing each other for a few months now, huh? Are you two pretty serious? It seems like he cares a lot about you from what you told me."

"Yes, he does."

"This is hard for me, Kurt. I'm still trying to be okay with the fact that he's a grown man compared to you. I still see you as my kid, the baby I held in my arms not too long ago – but, I know. You're an adult now…it's just gonna take some getting used to."

"I love him, Dad, and I think I want to accept his offer. And he's so good to me –"

"He makes you happy. I get it. You think you have a future with him?"

"I can't imagine one without him."

"Yep. He's head over heels," Carole teased. "You're a smart kid, Kurt. If it feels right in your heart, then I think you should go for it."

"Thank you, Carole."

Burt sat in silence for a moment as he pulled the car into the parking lot of the restaurant and put it in park. He turned around in his seat to face Kurt.

"You know I don't want you rushing into things. I'm going to tell you something, and it's going to be difficult, but I mean it." He sighed heavily. "If you think this is right for you, then you have my blessing. You're my kid, and I know you well enough by now to know that once you've got your mind set on something, there's no stopping you. I think you'll be alright, and I trust that you'll make a good decision." He paused again. "But, listen. Just know that if anything doesn't work out, you're always welcome home."

"Thanks, Dad. I love you so much," Kurt said, eyes shining.

"Love you too, kiddo."

-s-

Over dinner, Kurt explained in detail his plans for after college. He wanted to stay in New York, of course, but he wasn't sure how or where he'd begin his job search. The career center had set him up with some sites where he could connect with businesses and employers in the area. He'd try that out and hope for the best. But as they talked, Kurt's mind wandered back to the key that was now in his pocket.

He had been spending so much time with Blaine and at Blaine's apartment that he felt like he was practically already living there. But, actually living there would be completely different. He knew this was a huge decision and that it required a commitment larger than he had ever been asked to make before, but nothing ever felt as easy as this decision. Kurt patted the key in his pocket.

When they finished their dinner, Kurt climbed back into the SUV. A bout of nerves overcame him, but he took a deep breath, and they soon subsided. He knew Blaine would be home tonight, and he would go there. He wanted Blaine to know that he had made the decision, and that he was all he wanted.

Kurt was free. His gown now discarded in the back of the rental SUV, and he was on his way back to his studio apartment to grab a few bags and fill them with the essentials. The conversation with Rachel was the next thing he had to worry about. But she wasn't home when he walked in the door, so, after he gathered his things, he sent her a text.

I won't be home for a few days. Don't wait up.

Ok, Kurt. Have fun ;)

-s-

Kurt stood outside the door to Blaine's apartment laden with bags of his belongings and a suitcase of his clothing, and, yet, he felt weightless, like he was floating. He took a deep breath. This was it. He didn't know what to expect, or how he'd feel when he set foot in the apartment. Kurt placed the key into the lock and turned the handle. He gently pushed the door open and entered.

Blaine was standing, already in his pajamas, in the kitchen area over by the cabinets, clean plates in hand, about to put them away, when he turned to see Kurt entering. His heart stopped for a split second and he lost his grip on the dishes in his hands. They crashed to the floor and shattered as he ran towards Kurt.

"You're really here – you came. Give me your bags. I – I can't believe it. Does this mean -?" Blaine was ecstatic and unable to form complete phrases.

Kurt nodded. "For good. You're stuck with me, mister."

Blaine tossed the bags to the floor, and adrenaline suddenly surged through his body. He threw his arms around the back of Kurt's neck and brought their mouths together. After a heated moment, he broke off the kiss and inhaled the scent of Kurt's skin. He still couldn't believe that Kurt was here, and he wanted to be sure this was real, so he gripped tightly onto Kurt's back, pulling him in close and digging his fingers into the fabric of his shirt.

"Don't worry. I'm going to get a job as soon as possible. I don't want you to think I'm a freeloader," Kurt said quietly.

Blaine was taken aback. "What? Oh - no, Kurt. I would never - I don't think that. I made the offer, and I'm completely aware of your financial situation. But none of that matters. What matters is that you're here, that you want to be here. We'll figure the rest out soon enough," Blaine said smiling.

Kurt looked into Blaine's eyes and knew that he meant everything he said. He grinned and then wrapped his arms around Blaine's shoulders and began kissing him again, but this time more slowly and full of want. Soon, it was all becoming too much. A wave of heat rushed through Blaine's body and into his extremities. He wanted to feel Kurt, he wanted to be with him and celebrate every inch of his body, and he wanted Kurt to feel how grateful he was to be with him.

"Kurt - can I -?" Blaine gasped in between kisses.

Kurt cut him off by kissing him harder and ran his hands down Blaine's back, stopping to rest them on the curve of his lower back. He pulled him in closer to his body, and pushed his tongue inside Blaine's mouth. Blaine let out a soft moan into Kurt's mouth. This was enough to answer his question. Kurt was good with words, but he was also extremely good at communicating without them, and Blaine always received the message.

"Do you want to go somewhere more comfortable?" Kurt asked, pulling away. There was that look, Blaine didn't see it often, but when he did, he knew that Kurt wanted exactly what he did.

"Kurt - I - I want you to be comfortable. I - god, I just want to be with you right now," he groaned.

"I know." Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine again. He kissed Blaine's neck, then moved up to plant kisses along his jawline, and, when he reached his ear, he stopped to nibble gently on his earlobe. Kurt was driving him absolutely crazy. They had only been intimate a few times in their relationship, but Kurt had learned all the spots and everything that could make Blaine fall completely apart. "I want you too."

And with that, Blaine brought their mouths together again, and they stumbled towards the bedroom, wrapped up in each other, never letting their kisses cease.

They fell back onto the bed, Blaine falling on top of Kurt. He kissed the corner of his mouth, along his jawline, and then his neck, stopping to suck on a patch of skin. Kurt moaned and writhed slightly underneath him. He began working at Kurt's shirt, unbuttoning it as he planted kisses down his pale chest. Kurt was already hard, and he bucked his hips up grinding his erection against Blaine's.

"Just relax, Kurt. I want to go slow tonight," Blaine said, trying not to whimper at the touch.

"But -"

"I just want to make you feel good. Don't worry about me."

Kurt nodded and laid back against the pillow. Blaine lowered his head again to trail kisses down Kurt's chest and abdomen. When he reached Kurt's pants, he began undoing them, and then pulled them down and off. Blaine gently kissed Kurt's erection through the fabric of his boxer briefs, and then slid his fingers under the waistband and pulled down to remove them.

Then he sat up for a moment and pulled off his undershirt. He wanted to feel Kurt's skin against his own, so he shifted his body up, pressing his chest flush against Kurt's and began kissing him on the mouth, sucking at his bottom lip. Then he shifted his body down again on the bed until his head hovered above Kurt's hips.

He slowly lowered his mouth onto Kurt's cock and sucked lightly on the tip. Kurt moaned and tried to thrust his hips up to push himself farther into Blaine's mouth, but Blaine held his hips to steady him, and gently pushed him back into the mattress. He pulled off and ran his tongue up the length of Kurt's cock. Then he moved his head down and began kissing Kurt's inner thighs which caused Kurt to elicit a sound that made Blaine's cock twitch. Blaine was aching for release now, and he couldn't ignore it much longer.

He continued to kiss and massage Kurt's thighs with his one hand, while he slid his other hand into his pajama pants. He shivered and let out a muffled groan at the touch. Then he took Kurt into his mouth again, but this time, he sank his mouth all the way down and began moving his head up and down until he found a steady rhythm as he listened for all of Kurt's telltale noises. Kurt couldn't help it, so he grabbed Blaine's head and ran his fingers through his curls. Then Blaine slid his one hand down to grasp Kurt's ass, squeezing as he continued.

"Blaine - I'm so close already," Kurt uttered brokenly.

Blaine pulled off. "It's okay," he said gruffly. He then took Kurt into his mouth again, quickening his pace and sucking harder, and his strokes grew more rapid as he jerked himself off in time with the movement of his mouth on Kurt's cock. Kurt was emitting moans and gasps that were bringing Blaine closer and closer to climax. Kurt's hips jutted up hard as he let out one last noise, calling out Blaine's name as he came into his mouth. This was enough to push Blaine over the edge, and he came apart, spilling over his hand in his pajama pants. Blaine swallowed, pulling off of Kurt, and rolled over, collapsing onto the bed next to him. They both lay there catching their breath.

Blaine grabbed some tissues and cleaned himself off while Kurt lay there with his eyes closed, still coming down from his orgasm.

When his breathing steadied, he rolled over on his side and gazed tenderly at Blaine. He reached over and lazily ran his hand across Blaine's chest. Blaine rolled over to face Kurt and grabbed Kurt's wrist, holding it between their bodies. He shifted his body closer and brought Kurt's hand to his mouth, kissing his knuckles, and softly dragged his lips up his fingers to kiss his fingertips. Kurt giggled.

"You're quite the lover," Kurt said quietly.

"You make it so easy."

"If this is any indication of how life is going to be with you, then I'm glad I made this decision," Kurt mused.

Blaine let out a muffled laugh, his body shaking slightly.

"No, but really. I'm glad you gave me that key and that I'm here now. It means a lot to me."

"I knew I had to do it. You mean a lot to me, and I couldn't risk losing you. I love you, Kurt," Blaine said.

"I love you too."

They lay there in silence for a moment, gazing into each other's eyes.

"C'mere," Blaine said, wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist and pulling him in closer. Kurt rolled over to face away from Blaine and nestled into him, his back pressed against Blaine's chest. Blaine rested his hands on Kurt's belly and his chin on his shoulder and then spoke softly into his ear.

"I know I made a lot of promises to you, but I'm going to make yet another. I don't want you to feel pressured to stay here, but I want you to know that, no matter what happens, you have a place to come home to," he faltered, "if you want to call this home. You're always welcome here, Kurt."

Kurt was overwhelmed, and he felt like he might cry. But he didn't want Blaine to think something was wrong. He was overjoyed but didn't know what to say. Instead of speaking, he grabbed Blaine's arms and pulled him closer against himself, allowing no space to exist between their bodies. Blaine understood what this meant, and he nuzzled his nose into the side of Kurt's neck.

"This feels like home, here, in your arms," Kurt said drowsily, broken by a yawn. "I think I could call this home," he practically whispered.

Blaine closed his eyes, grinning and pulling Kurt against him, and not long after, drifted off to sleep.

-s-

Sunlight streamed in through the window, casting a beam of light across Kurt's bare torso. The covers were pulled up just above his waist, and he was sprawled across the side of the bed.

Blaine was already up and about the apartment preparing breakfast. Because now he had a reason to cook, had someone to cook for. The bacon sizzled in the pan and the pancakes began to bubble as Blaine grabbed the turner to flip them. He sang softly as he continued preparing the food. The coffee pot was now filling up, and the smell of the fresh roast permeated the kitchen, mixing in with the other delicious scents.

The aromas of Blaine's cooking wafted through the apartment and hit Kurt's nose. He slowly opened his eyes, and blinked at the light shining in. He rolled over and sat up slowly. Oh, god did that smell good. The last time he woke up to breakfast like this was when he was back in Ohio. When he was home. But now, Kurt thought, this could be his home. It would be his home.

He glanced over and noticed a pair of pajama pants had been laid out for him, so he slipped them on, stretched, and rubbed his eyes, and then made his way out of the bedroom towards the kitchen. Blaine stopped singing when he turned around and saw that Kurt had finally emerged.

"Hey, sleepyhead. Have a seat. I hope you're hungry," Blaine said, laying out a plate, mug, and silverware at the counter.

"You have no idea," Kurt said, his voice still gravelly from sleep. He made his way over and climbed onto one of the stools.

Blaine laughed. "Good, because I got a little carried away and made a little too much," he said, beaming. He turned off the stove and brought the bacon and a large stack of pancakes over to the counter and sat down across from Kurt. They made up their plates, and Blaine poured them both a cup of coffee.

They sat there in silence, mostly because their mouths were full as they ate, as Blaine took in the moment and how perfect it all was. Kurt was here. He was most likely here to stay, and he knew now that Kurt truly loved him too.

And his apartment would never be empty again. And Blaine knew he'd never have to fear coming home to being lonely again.