It really has been too too long. So I wrote this chapter, hope you enjoy! Thanks go once to my amazing editor Mrs. Whitlockwannabe, she's lovely so give her some love!

And have some love yourself!

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Blaine woke as he felt Kurt's warmth shifting away from him, he kept his eyes closed and moved his fingers to caress the empty sheets where his boyfriend should have been. Blaine ran his other hand down his bare chest letting it rest lightly over his naval. A dip in the mattress announced Kurt's reappearance and Blaine's hand made contact with naked flesh once again. Kurt curled his body into his boyfriend's and sighed lightly. Blaine let his fingers trace light patterns along Kurt's exposed back and in that moment, wrapped in his boyfriend's warmth and smell, Blaine was at peace with the world, everything else fell away leaving a perfect nothingness. He let the moment hang in the air before allowing his eyes to open and the morning light to shatter the feeling.

"Mornin'." Blaine said running a hand through his loose curls.

"Hey." Kurt whispered lifting his head and flashing Blaine a lazy grin. They lay there in a comfortable silence for a while before Kurt rolled over and began preparing to get up. Blaine made a noise of discontent and snaked his arms round Kurt's middle, pulling him back down onto the bed and pressing light kisses over his shoulders and up his neck. Kurt laughed and batted him away.

"No, you big silly, it's time to get up."

Blaine grumbled but relinquished his hold on his boyfriend and climbed out of bed yanking on jeans as he went. Kurt watched as Blaine hunted fruitlessly for his shirt under the bed, giggling slightly to himself when he spotted it hanging off the bedside lamp. After pulling on his own clothes, Kurt pointed the shirt out to a now frustrated Blaine who took it gratefully.

After an eventful journey downstairs in which Blaine had lost his shirt again and Kurt was looking much more dishevelled than he had been 15 minutes ago, Blaine stood at the stove cooking Kurt some breakfast, Kurt watched his boyfriend with slightly hooded eyes. In the heat of the kitchen, a single bead of sweat trickled down Blaine's now exposed back catching on the slightly raised bump of one of his more violent looking scars. The song on the radio finished and the opening notes of super bass began causing Blaine to rock on his feet and sway in time to the different beat, the sun shone through the window onto him giving him a strange iridescence.

"You are so beautiful." Kurt breathed causing Blaine to glance behind him and stutter in the words he had been singing lowly to himself

"You would know all the words to this..." Kurt giggled

"Shush." Replied Blaine with a mock glare "We can always turn to a different station if this one offends your ears so, my love."

"Don't worry, it's fine, I deal with it."

Blaine shrugged and turned back to the breakfast; Kurt smiled to himself and stood up to set the table. The song changed again as Kurt placed plates and cutlery on the table, the opening was familiar and caused a wide smile to spread across his face. Blaine grabbed Kurt and spun him round; they danced in the middle of the kitchen floor twirling and laughing, lost in each other's arms. Suddenly the front door slammed loudly over the music and the pair sprang apart on impulse. Blaine pulled his shirt back on as Kurt turned the music down and started dishing up two plates of food.

To say that Finn was ruffled would be a massive understatement. He was returning from an unsatisfying night spent sleeping on Rachel's couch. When Rachel had invited him to stay the night Finn had expected so much more he'd thought that her dads would have been gone and that maybe he would have got a little action. But no, he'd been left out in the cold. Well at least he could get home to his video games now. Maybe Kurt would have cooked something for breakfast...

Finn burst into the kitchen only expecting to find Kurt. He glowered at the sight of the Blaine at his kitchen table eating HIS family's food. Didn't the kid have his own house? Why was he always hanging round here? Then a terrible thought hit him, Kurt had been in the house last night... on his own. Blaine had probably stayed over. Finn decided to ignore Blaine completely, maybe then he would go away.

"Morning Kurt." He said eyeing the food on the table.

"Good morning Finn." Kurt said

"That looks good," Finn hinted

"Sorry Finn," Kurt replied, "We didn't know that you would be back so soon, Blaine only made enough for the two of us."

"Oh," Finn said wrinkling his nose slightly at the plates on the table "Well I guess I'll just get some cereal or something."

Finn went into the pantry scowling at the injustice of it all. Fucking Blaine had to be so fucking perfect; didn't the guy have a bloody off switch? Finn studied the various cereal boxes intently, after seeing the cooked meal that the others were having nothing looked very appetising. He once again cursed Blaine for putting him in this situation and pulled a box down at random - not even glancing to see what it was. As he was going to exit the pantry, Finn heard Blaine and Kurt talking; he stopped short and pressed his ear to the door trying to hear what was going on.

"That was divine." Kurt said. Finn heard the low rumble of Blaine's chuckle and scowled harder.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"I'm going for a shower," Kurt lowered his voice and Finn strained to hear "Want to join me?"

Finn nearly dropped his box of cereal in shock. What had happened to the innocent boy he remembered. He could practically FEEL Kurt's eyebrows wiggling. He listened for Blaine's response anxiously.

"With Finn in the house? I'd rather pierce my nipples."

"Is that a threat or a promise?" purred Kurt

"Not that the idea isn't incredibly appealing."

Finn pushed the door open slightly and watched in abject horror as Kurt launched himself across the table at Blaine who shoved his chair back slightly and caught him.

"How about," Blaine said, running his fingers through Kurt's already tousled hair "You forgo the shower and we can have one together at mine..."

Finn felt it was about time to make his re appearance, he slammed the door open loudly causing Kurt to jump out of Blaine's lap with a loud squeak.

"Jesus Finn!" he shouted clutching his chest dramatically "You scared the crap out of me!" a shocked silence descended on the room as Kurt glared at his stepbrother. Suddenly a loud guffaw rang round the kitchen, Blaine was laughing uncontrollably, and two pairs of ice-cold eyes glowered at him.

"Oh shush you." Kurt smiled swatting his boyfriend with the back of his hand "I'm going to get my stuff and we'll go to yours, eh?" He sashayed from the room. Blaine watched him go with a soft smirk. His eyes were filled with Kurt's form.

A hand clapped down on Blaine's shoulders, he tensed, uncomfortable.

"Please don't touch me."

"Stay away from Kurt."

"Bugger off Finn. He's my boyfriend."

"I don't want you messing with his innocence Anderson."

Blaine laughed harshly and stood up to face Finn. Even standing up, Blaine was dwarfed by Finn.

"It takes two to tango Finn."

"I don't want to know, I just want you to stay away."

"What? You don't want to know? Why the hell are you sticking your nose in then?"

"Shut up Anderson."

"You don't want to know all the details then? Because you know, when you strip it all back, Kurt is a guy, and he gets horny like any other guy. I'm not always the instigator in these situations dear, who am I to say no? I mean, you obviously haven't noticed - he is fucking sexy."

"SHUT UP!"

"Mind your own business then." Blaine spat as he stormed out of the room.