Meant to upload yesterday, but something went wrong and the site kept crashing before I had the chance. Thankfully it's working now! This chapter is in Kurt's POV and takes place in the morning after. Mostly kinda cute, but be warned...

Anyways, read and review on whether or not you enjoyed this, because your guys' opinions really matter or else I wouldn't be on here. also, tell me whether a third chapter should be added! Enough of my blabbing. Just read and review.

Eyes fluttering open the light from the windows blinded me a long while. I blinked a handful of times until the room was only blurred. A low moan came from behind me and I turned my head as far possible. Elliot...

At some point in the night I must have turned over, seeing as now my entire backside was rested against his front, his one arm wrapped securely around me with his hand on my chest, the other stretched beneath the pillow my head rested on. I didn't remember anytime waking up or even falling asleep this closely knitted together with Blaine.

But Elliot wasn't Blaine. And that fact wasn't a bad thing.

I felt so much warmer and safer in Elliot's arms. His warmth was foreign, but so much better. To be honest I didn't want to move from this position. Ever.

Another low moan came from him as I turned away, his arm tightening around me and soon, tender lips on the back of my neck. My eyes fell shut at the touch, a smile pulling at my lips, hand drifting from the sheets over his hand. Our fingers laced, his legs brushing over mine while he shifted, his kiss deepening only a little. "Morning." I hummed, turning my head.

He gripped my chin, tender, pulling from my neck and lifting himself, hovering over me slightly and staring into my eyes. He leaned in, ghosting a kiss to my lips. I tried to deepen it, but he pulled away before I could, smirking lightly. "Morning." I smiled at the reply, turning on my back.

Stars danced in my vision and I arched slightly, a whimper falling as I bit my bottom lip. I cringed at the pain, but soon warm hands cupped my face, thumbs brushing over my skin to soothe me. My eyes fluttered open eventually, staring up at his softened blue eyes. He leaned in again, leaving a kiss to my forehead, my cheeks, chin and nose before my lips. I immediately relaxed once his lips pressed to mine, my hands coming to rest over his and slipping my fingers between his own.

He pulled away, resting his forehead on mine. "You okay?" He asked, staring kindly into my eyes.

"Yeah." I breathed, squeezing his hand a moment. "I'll be fine. Don't worry."

"Just..." He whispered, pulling away, "just take it slow." I nodded and he leaned in again, leaving one last slow tender kiss on my lips.

Pulling away he climbed over me then to the floor on his feet, grabbing my white boxers off the floor and setting them on my chest. I grabbed them and pulled the covers away, carefully slipping them on, wincing whenever I'd move my hips just a little too fast. But once they were on I relaxed once more, glancing over to Elliott who now had pajama pants on walking to me, slipping one arm beneath my mid-back and the other my legs.

Next thing I was in his arms held to his chest, being carried out of the bedroom into the living room and set gingerly on the large brown leather couch. With that he walked to the closet behind the couch by the bathroom and pulled out a large black blanket, returning to the couch. He sat next to me and turned, pulling me close while he laid back, draping the blanket as high as my shoulders once we were nestled in, my chest against his. He grabbed the remote off the end table as my eye caught the bag of food I brought from the diner, which we never actually got to eat. "I should put those in the fridge. Maybe we can have them for lunch." He mused, slipping out from beneath me and grabbing the bag and plates off the coffee table, walking across to the kitchen and setting them in the fridge. "Want some coffee?"

"You do have the best coffee." I mused with a smile and he turned to me, eyes softening as a tender smile pulled at his lips. With that he walked to the coffee maker and got started. I curled up on the couch as I watched him, "What are you doing today?" I asked.

His back to me he shrugged, "Sundays are my day off, so I usually do whatever." He explained, turning and walking back to the couch with two navy blue mugs. He set them on the coffee table before getting comfy once more, pulling my back to his chest. I grabbed his mug, black, holding it up for him to take before taking my own, a light creamy blend. I guess we'd spent so much time together, he knew exactly how I took my coffee down to the very last grain of sugar. "We could hang out here or go do something..." He continued, taking a sip before setting his mug back down, wrapping both arms around me.

I relaxed into his chest, taking a sip, eyes slipping shut a moment from the rich taste. I set it next to his, turning back to the tv and leaning back, resting my head on his shoulder. He kissed the side of my head, lingering longer than necessary. I didn't mind, though. I tilted my head back to look at him, kissing his chin. He looked to me, staring a long moment with such soft eyes. Reaching up, I cupped his cheek, eyes dropping to his lips, then back to his eyes, watching as he began leaning in. But just as his lips brushed mine he froze, whispering soft, "Maybe we should shower..."

"Didn't you have one last night?" I breathed, looking to his lips and eyes once more.

"That was different." he smirked, brushing the tip of my nose with his own, "I didn't have you to join me then." I smiled, reaching my hand past his cheek into his jet black locks and pulling him closer, kissing him soft. Soon enough he deepened it, his arms tightening around me a moment.

He pulled away from my lips, diving for my neck to leave deep kisses and teasing nips. I moaned at the touch, tugging once on his hair, only making him nip hard once on the skin and making me arch. "You'll have to-hnnng- carry me." I moaned. Just as I spoke though, he disappeared from behind me and suddenly I was in the air once more, only now my legs were locked on his waist, arms on his shoulders, forehead rested on his. "What a waste of coffee." I teased.

"Fuck the coffee." He retorted, walking into the bathroom and setting me on the chair next to the square walk-in shower. I waited while he turned the dial and adjusted the temperature, a nice steam escaping little by little. With that he turned back to me, his hands on the arms of the chair, leaning in. He kissed me sweetly, lingering a while as he reached for my underwear, tugging it off. While he did that I gripped the waistband of his pajama pants and pulled them down as far as I could reach, letting them drop the rest of the way. He cupped my cheek, our kiss deepening as he stepped out of his pants, sliding my boxers off and dropping it to the tile floor.

Soon I was in the air once more, safe in his embrace, holding to him as he walked into the shower, shutting the glass door behind us. Next thing I was against the wall, Elliot's lips on mine and one hand beneath my thigh and the other reaching for a bar of soap. I moaned, both from his taste and the warm water running down my skin. His lips moved to my neck, kissing and nipping at the skin a few times before he pulled away, bringing the bar to my skin. I relaxed as he ran the soap over my skin, resting my head on his as he cleansed me. Time to time he'd steal tender pecks and slight nips, pulling tired moans from my lips before he set the bar back down, running his hand over my chest.

I arched into his touch a little as his fingers brushed over my nipple and he momentarily paused. "Kurt..." He breathed, kissing me again. I moaned into his lips, one hand drifting down his chest and stomach, fingers brushing over the head of his already hard member. He growled into my lips, hand drifting along my thigh and suddenly a finger was pushing into me.

My lips tore from his as I threw my head into the wall, crying soft. My hand fell further to wrap around his shaft, stroking him slow, moaning and crying out faint while his finger moved within me, arching when a second digit was added. "Elliott..." I moaned as his lips moved to my neck once more.

"Want me to stop?" he murmured into my skin, punching a third into me. A soft cry fell off my lips, tugging hard on his hair with my free hand, tightening my grip a little with the other, stroking just a little faster. He growled against my skin, punching his fingers once more before pulling out. "Last chance to back out." He breathed, gripping my wrist and pulling it from his cock, resting my arm on his shoulder.

"Don't..." I breathed and his arm froze in the middle of reaching for something on the shelf. "Don't stop." I breathed, reaching my hand into his wet hair and gripping, eyes fluttering open to stare at him. His eyes softened, reaching for the shelf once more and retrieving a small bottle of clear liquid.

"You're sure?" He asked, voice soft. I nodded, pulling my head from the wall and leaning down, kissing him sweetly. He moaned soft into my lips, blindly squirting the clear liquid on his hand and soon I felt another moan vibrate on my lips, a faint squelching sound meshing with the calming hot downpour. "I need you to relax now, okay?" He breathed against my lips, wiping his hand on his thigh as my forehead rested on his. He pulled away from the wall slightly to pull me down some, the head of his member pressing between my cheeks, but not prodding. On instinct almost, I tightened on air practically, but his eyes fell a tick heavier at the reaction, kissing me again.

Slowly, almost agonizingly so, he started pushing into me and I cried into his lips, one hand gripping tight on his hair, the other digging my nails into his shoulder. The pain. The stretch. Being filled, filled by Elliott's size. To be honest, it was torture. But if it meant I'd be feeling the... Ecstasy I felt last night...

It was worth it.

Once he was fully encased within me, hips pressed tight to my backside, he let out a low growl and I bit hard on my lip, whimpering soft. "Kurt." He called softly and soon a hand rested on my cheek, my eyes cracking open a little. When I saw his face, how tender the look in his eyes were... "Baby, don't worry. It's okay, I'm here."

My hand drifted from his hair to his shoulder, moving along his long arms and eventually resting over his hand on my cheek, turning my head to kiss the side of his palm. "I'm all right." I breathed, leaning into his touch & looking to him once more. He leaned in, kissing my jaw, then my neck, hand moving past my cheek into my hair before pulling away, moving to my lips. I moaned into his lips, reaching my hand into his hair once more.

He pulled out a little and I tore from his lips, crying out, his hand stopping my skull from slamming into the wall this time. When he thrust back in I arched as a cry lodged itself in my throat, eyes wide with the sudden stars that danced in them. That was much faster than I'd expected.

He pulled out, a little further, then thrust again, repeating the process over and over, making me arch little by little each slow thrust, all until everything but the head was out and he froze. When he did my eyes fluttered open to stare at him in a haze of pleasure. He didn't speak. He only stood there holding me, waiting for some indication to keep going. After a long moment I nodded, resting my forehead on his.

He thrust again, fast and hard, and I threw my head back once more, stars dancing in my eyes as a cry of pure pleasure tore from my lungs, echoing throughout the small space. He thrust again, deep, causing me to arch far into him, my hands digging at his back and my heels into his thighs. He sped up only a little, but it caused more stars to dance in my eyes and ecstasy throughout my body. I was clutching at him, pulling him deeper, closer. As if I still wasn't close enough to him.

I dove for his lips once more, moaning into them as he sped more. His hand fell from my head to my chest, pulling from my lips and moving to my neck, sucking and nipping at the skin. I moaned loudly and he sped further, thrusting harder. All to soon I felt a familiar tightness in my lower- EH HEM- regions.

I was close.

"Elliott, I'm-" I cut off as he hit that spot within me, hard, throwing my head back as white painted my vision. I didn't cum though. But, god, if he did that again, I surely would. I almost screamed from the immense pleasure that single movement caused, arching far into him. "Oh god!" I whined when he started thrusting fast as possible, surely drawing blood with my nails lashing across this back. "Fuck, please!" I cried.

At my plead he thrust harder, harder than I could imagine possible. But the pain was almost nothing. I was so close, so dangerously close, I was even begging for the pain, drawing him deeper and closer and moaning if I was in some cheap tacky porn video until-

"Kurt?!"

"Kurt, please. Open your eyes, baby. Are you okay?"

Elliott...

"C'mon, Kurt, open your eyes. I'm right here. Please."

Answering to his plead, my heavy eyes fluttered, finding it almost impossible to crack. My breath heavy, weakly trying to make a fist with my hands. I felt so weak. Had I passed out or something?

A warm, wet hand rested on my face and I turned my head to lean into it, eyes finally cracking open some. He was blurry, I didn't care. I was just trying to find out what happened. "I'm okay. I just..." I replied soft, shifting a little. The moment I did though I hissed, biting my bottom lip. He was still in me. Wait. Did I...?

"It's okay, baby. Just don't move." He assured, waiting frozen for me to accommodate. Nonetheless I nodded, resting my forehead on his. "Just relax." He breathed and soon he was slowly pulling out. It stung a lot at first, but not as bad as last night. After a second it only felt strange, then I relaxed once he was finally out, breath fallen heavy with my suddenly faded strength.

Peppering my face and neck with such tender kisses before he pulled away and my eyes opened once more to find a kind smile on his face. "Wanna wash off?" he asked. A smile pulled at my lips, one hand drifting from his back to his forehead, my fingertips brushing the soaked bunches of hair from his face. After a while my eyes softened, leaaning in for a kiss.

Like I said, leave a review on what you thought of this chapter & this fic, and if I should move on to chapter 3, which will most likely be in Elliott's POV... While we wait, I'll just watch the preview for next Tuesday's Glee over and over again!

Oh and one other thing. Am I the only one imagining instead of a guitar shop, those two singing 'I believe in a thing called love' while in bed or in a shower together? Would make one hell of a music video...