This Chapter – M – was NC-17 originally (please see popcltrgeek on livejournal or tumblr to read the unedited version – I may have cut more than necessary, but you'll get more than twice this word count at one of those other sites)

They had to finish off that amazing date from chapter two, right?

Chapter Three: And We're Gonna Be Fine

This moment is yours, this moment is mine, and we're gonna be fine.

-The Lucky Ones by Brendan James

June 21, 2012

Blaine enjoyed the show, but not half as much as he enjoyed watching the expressions on Kurt's face, listening to him quietly sing along – not loud enough to disturb other audience members, but enough that Blaine could hear it. He could feel Kurt buzzing, the joy of being in the audience almost as strong as being on the stage. Kurt really came alive in theatre settings, no matter whether he was singing, dancing, acting, watching, designing sets and costumes – he loved it all, and it was obvious and one of the things Blaine loved about him.

They walked the few blocks back to their hotel, brushing hands once in a while, but otherwise not touching. Blaine kept reminding himself to focus on tonight and not think about the fact that Saturday morning just after sunrise, Kurt would be leaving the state and Blaine wouldn't get to be with him for nearly two months. His parents had agreed to a weekend trip just before school started for the fall, but that wouldn't be until August 10th. Kurt's hand brushed against his again, and they shared a sideways glance that pulled Blaine quickly back to this night, when he was here with Kurt and they would have no interruptions. They could forget about the outside world and just enjoy each other. Blaine fully intended to take advantage of that.

Kurt had barely closed the door when he felt his light scarf being pulled gently. He turned and felt his world shift in the heat of Blaine's gaze.

He enjoyed the pressure of Blaine pushing him against the wall as he slowly, ever so slowly, leaned closer, gazing deep into Kurt's eyes with the occasional glance at his lips, his neck, his ear. Kurt suddenly felt a flutter of nerves, as if he were that innocent, self-conscious, never-really-been-kissed boy he'd been before Blaine. It was almost overwhelming. He'd forgotten how exhilarating it was to just feel everything so intensely, and he was amazed and thrilled that Blaine could still make him feel that way after nearly a year and a half. He sighed and let his eyes flutter closed as Blaine's lips finally met his in a slow and frustratingly light kiss. It was sweet and gentle and romantic as hell, but it was also a horrid, torturous tease and Kurt tried to lean forward just a little to get more contact, more pressure, more Blaine. He whimpered – did I actually just whimper? – just a little when Blaine pulled back at the same rate, keeping their contact light and innocent.

Blaine loved knowing that he was driving Kurt crazy. It was probably his favorite part of their sex life – learning new ways to increase Kurt's enjoyment, to elicit new noises, and more of the actual sexy faces he made when he wasn't trying (though even when he was trying, he no longer looked ill like he had before they'd started dating). He knew Kurt wanted more, so he intended to tease, just a little at a time, building the tension so that by the time they actually got around to the traditional erogenous zones, Kurt would fall apart and be putty in his hands. He wanted to spend the whole night showing Kurt just how special and amazing and loved and wanted he was.

Blaine kept his torso and one arm holding Kurt against the door, but pulled his hips back to limit the contact there. It would be difficult to keep Kurt from grinding if he could get enough contact to feel how much Blaine wanted him. He raised his right arm and very, very gently brushed his fingers down the side of Kurt's face, over his jawbone, tickling at his earlobe for a moment. Kurt shivered as Blaine's fingertips caressed the length of his neck and slipped under the collar of his shirt. He pulled back a little, breaking the light contact between their lips. "Tonight, I want to really take my time with you. I have so much to show you Kurt. So much love for you," he whispered.

"You love me so much you want to torture me?" Kurt breathed as he reached for Blaine, one hand on his waist, the other on the back of his neck, rubbing lightly through the ends of his hair, encouraging the gel to loosen so he could play with it. He pulled Blaine towards him and they both inhaled sharply as their lips met. It wasn't a crushing, desperate kiss – not yet anyway – but it was filled with such love and desire it made Blaine's knees wobble. As they kissed, Blaine started slowly walking backwards, hoping he was heading in the direction of the bed. He backed into the desk, knocking the pad of courtesy stationary to the floor and stumbling over the corner of the desk chair.

"Maybe we should walk to the bed separately, you know, for safety's sake?"

Kurt laughed, "you're probably right, but I don't want to let you go." He did loosen his grip, though, and allowed Blaine to turn around so they could move toward the bed without further injury. As he leaned against the edge of the bed, Kurt started trying to undress Blaine, but every time he reached for the buttons, or the belt, or even the vest, Blaine gently captured his hands and held them still. "Whhhyyyyyy are you doing this, Blaine?"

"I told you. I want to take my time with you. Let me love you." He kissed Kurt again, quickly, but softly. "Please?"

"How can I refuse a request like that?" Kurt sighed dramatically before his smile snuck through. He was feeling overwhelmed, almost nervous about what Blaine might have planned for him, but he honestly couldn't say no when Blaine said such romantic things. "What would you like me to do?"

"Just sit, let me show you?"

**EDITED**

"Wow." It was just a whisper. Blaine was gazing into Kurt's eyes and seemed to have forgotten the rest of the world.

"What?" Kurt felt breathless. He often felt that way with Blaine anyway, even when they weren't being intimate, but this was more, somehow.

"Your eyes. I can't help getting lost in them. Sometimes when we're apart, I can't get your eyes out of my head. You know how they say the eyes are the window to the soul? Well Kurt, if your eyes are any indication, you have to have the most beautiful, complex, amazing soul in the world."

Kurt just blinked a little, and tried to catch his breath.

"I'm serious. Your eyes are like a sunlit lightning storm over the ocean."

Kurt felt himself turning red. "I still can't get used to the idea that someone like YOU would think of me like THAT."

"That's what I keep thinking about you."

"And that's why we're the lucky ones." Kurt pulled Blaine back down for another kiss, relishing the fact that they could take their time, that they wouldn't have to worry about family or curfews tonight.

**EDITED**

June 22, 2012

They were both blissfully worn out on the drive home the next day, having spent much of the night and part of the morning sharing their affections repeatedly. Kurt was perfectly content to ride along, eyes partly closed, relishing the feel of Blaine's hand on his thigh. He was looking forward to New York, but knew it wouldn't be home to him. Home was with Blaine, but thankfully Blaine would be coming to New York next May.

Blaine turned up the music just a little and started singing along.

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You and I / We will live differently / With our hearts in our hands / Like loaded guns / We're taking a chance / We're the lucky ones / This moment is yours / This moment is mine / And we're gonna be fine.