Here comes the very last part. Thank you for your ongoing support for this fic, and now more than ever, your feedback is completely appreciated. As recommended a few people, I *might* branch this fic off a little bit more. I love writing in this universe, and the response I've gotten is even better than I ever expected :)

PART FOUR

Kurt and Blaine liked to giddily rationalize that, on top of being a lot of fun, taking mutual showers also improved their carbon footprint. The real truth, however, was that a week was only a week, and both boys intended to make the most of each of their days together before Kurt's inevitable departure back to reality. By the time they were soaped up and clean and the water had traveled its way back down the pipes, there was a mist of soapy fog that hung throughout the bathroom, giving the space a clean, fresh aroma for several minutes.

They stepped out of the shower blushing slightly, Blaine still glowing from more than the heat of the spray as he towel dried the back of his neck and tied it below his hips for decency. Kurt had confided in the shower that he technically had no obligation to come home that night, his family not expecting him until late Sunday afternoon. Blaine knew for a fact that his parents wouldn't care if he had Kurt over, not if he hid him under the sheets at least.

Once they were dressed and collected, they set out to watch a Christmas movie in Blaine's living room. It had been a toss-up between Love Actually and Elf, but they eventually settled on the former, Kurt's choice always winning out. Blaine was in no grand hurry to eat dinner, having binged enough in the last two days to last him 'til the 25th, but Kurt still scoured the fridge for a snack, needing something to munch on after so much exertion and hours of napping.

Blaine was already settled on the sofa and going through the DVD menu when Kurt set down a big bowl of green grapes between them, still fresh and plump and delicious.

"Are you serious?" Blaine groaned, giving Kurt a slightly incredulous smile. "I didn't fall off a roof and decide to become Santa Claus, you know. You don't need to leave a trail of bread crumbs for me to eat."

Kurt rolled his eyes and plucked a handful of grapes from the stem. "First of all, that's Hansel and Gretel, so that's a completely different analogy. Secondly, it's not all about you, I happen to be somewhat peckish myself. But since you asked so nicely, I'm more than willing to share."

"Share?" Blaine scoffed and reached forward, taking a few grapes and plopping them in his mouth one-by-one. "Honey, these came from my refrigerator."

Kurt stopped mid-bite and considered Blaine's statement, and as there was no refuting it, he simply grumbled under his breath and finished his grape. "Colin Firth is so cute with his cute Colin Firth accent," he mumbled, settling in a bit closer to Blaine and cuddling up to his warm, cozy sweater. Blaine sat up a bit to wrap his arm around Kurt's shoulder, stealing yet another grape.

"Hugh Grant is nothing to scoff at either," Blaine added, getting quiet as they rolled through the opening credits. He even stopped to sing the opening lines of "All You Need is Love" in the shell of Kurt's ear, not able to resist a classic Beatles tune… or weddings, for that matter. Kurt just batted away at his boyfriend's face and shushed him gently, whining that he just wanted to watch the movie.

Blaine pouted slightly, jutting out his bottom lip. "C'mon, Kurt, this part's boring. K-kiss me. Please?" He reached over to take Kurt's hand and gave it an affectionate squeeze. Kurt rolled his eyes, let out a labored sigh, and pretended to be bothered as he turned his head to brush his lips back against Blaine's. He followed the kiss up with a plump, juicy grape, pushing it past his boyfriend's lips and tucking it through his teeth.

One simple act, alone, was enough to make Blaine's stomach flip and his thoughts drift south once more. Prior to Blaine's influx of weight and slight change in lifestyle, the moment never would have left a remote impression, at least not like this. They'd always munched on snacks and popcorn together while watching movies, but something about that afternoon - something about the past few weeks, in general - had made a switch go off in Blaine's head. Despite the fact that Kurt was now riveted with the movie once more, Blaine spoke up, speaking just a little quieter.

"I had a lot of fun this afternoon, by the way. When you cooked for me, I mean." He blushed softly, bashfully ducking his head.

Kurt looked back over at Blaine's comment, quiet for a moment as he considered what to say. He knew they had agreed to talk about what had happened just hours prior and what it meant for Kurt to force feed his boyfriend and then follow it up with possibly the best sexual experience of their relationship, thus far.

Kurt had loved it. He'd loved every second of it. But it didn't mean he was entirely ready for that conversation or that he knew particularly what to say. Still, he had to say something. Blaine was looking at him and just… he had to be honest.

"I… I had fun, too, Blaine. More fun than I ever thought I would doing that sort of thing."

He glanced back up at the television, trying to use it as a distraction but failing. It wasn't that he was uncomfortable with Blaine's weight; not even remotely. He was more uncomfortable with how absolutely not uncomfortable he was with encouraging Blaine to eat whatever he wanted, however he wanted, despite the repercussions. It wasn't that Kurt was the most health conscious guy ever, but he liked to think he ate healthy and within his means and made good choices. He also knew that he kept an almost meticulous track record of his dad's diet, which made this whole scenario even more perplexing.

The truth was, Blaine was just damn attractive with a few extra pounds. It suited him like a big hug or warm teddy bear. Kurt wanted nothing more than to cuddle into him like a cozy blanket and fall asleep to the rise and fall of his full belly. Kurt had to stop himself from his own thoughts completely wandering, already tuning out the movie despite the fact that it was playing at regular volume.

"Watching you do that was… kind of awesome, to be honest," Kurt spoke up, raising his brow quickly. "You really know how to tuck it in."

Blaine couldn't help but giggle at the blatancy of Kurt's statement, his blush rising higher in his cheeks as his eyelashes fanned softly below his eyelids. "I've… had a little practice the last couple of months."

"No, yeah, I could tell." Kurt raised his brow, meaning no hard feelings as he took a chance and brushed his hand back over Blaine's belly, giving it a few reverent pats. He sobered up once more, trying to think through what he wanted to say next. "I know you keep asking me if I'm really okay with it, and I am. I don't want you to think I'm not. I loved…"

Kurt stopped himself, wanting to think this one through. He pulled his hand back to pick up the remote and pause the film, needing every bit of silence to process what he wanted to say.

"All right, I'm just going to come out and say it, because I know there's not going to be any judgement between us. I… really loved watching you eat. Whatever force took over you while all that was happening — it was… really hot, to be honest." He swallowed a lump back in his throat, briefly glancing back down into his lap. "It sounds crazy, but it moved me in some way. When I noticed you starting to put on a little weight, I honestly didn't care. I love you no matter what size you are, big or small. You're still the same Blaine. I just didn't expect to love you this way, to want to watch you eat, to… want to encourage it."

Kurt blushed a little bit more, his eyes darting up to look back at him. Blaine couldn't stop himself from smiling and fumbling with a loose string on his shirt, wired up to the gills with nervous, anxious energy.

"Are you… saying you'd be open to doing that again maybe? Sometime?" Blaine bit down on the bottom of his lip, hoping more than anything that he wasn't just reading into something that wasn't there.

Kurt hesitated for a brief moment. "M-Maybe not every day, but yes, I want to do that again. At least a few more times before I leave again, and especially when you come visit me in New York next time. Which is going to be a lot more, by the way."

Blaine's heart raced faster in his chest, a wide smile bursting across his lips as he attempted to catch his breath. He had to stay calm, but inside he was screaming, more overjoyed with this revelation than he ever thought possible. "I'm so… I can't tell you how happy I am. That you're on board with this, that it's something we're—"

"Wait. I'm going to stop you right there." Kurt brought his hand up to brush his index finger against Blaine's lips, hushing him with another soft "shh." Blaine crinkled his brow, noticeably deflating within seconds. "No, honey, don't look at me like that, of course I'm on board with this, but I just wanted to say: if this is really something we're going to do, there need to be ground rules."

Blaine breathed a silent sigh of relief before bobbing his head up and down again, his breath practically lodged in his throat as he anxiously awaited Kurt's next response. God, he really had scared him though.

"Yes, anything. I understand that, rules are important. I know I haven't made the best choices with you gone, but I want to experience this together. Anything, Kurt, I swear."

Kurt gave Blaine another gentle smile. "Rule number one, and I'm not saying this in any way to hurt your feelings or make you think I don't like the new you, but if you've been slacking on an exercise regime, I want you to try and get back on one. I don't know if you have or not, but when you move to New York, I need my yoga buddy."

Any other time, any other person, and Blaine might have been slightly offended. But Blaine knew that Kurt had his best interests at heart, and given Blaine's quick influx of weight, it was likely a given that Blaine had been slacking off in the exercise department. And honestly, doing yoga with Kurt had its perks, namely involving watching Kurt bend into those various positions and hold them for long periods of time.

Yes, Blaine could do that. He could make that work.

"Exercise regime, jogging, yoga. Ab… absolutely. I think that's important, too." Blaine nodded his head a few more times, still holding his breath for what was to come next. Kurt smiled once, giving Blaine yet another loving and sincere squeeze.

"Thank you. Second of all, and most important… please don't kill me, but. I…I don't want you to binge when I'm not here."

Blaine's breath hitched quickly in his throat, but before he could get a single word out, Kurt cut him off with another soft "shh," needing him to understand. "No, honey, before you say anything, hear me out. I know that might be more difficult, but if we're in this together, I want us to be in this together. It's a trust thing."

Kurt turned slightly more to face Blaine, setting the bowl of grapes aside before his hands slid back around Blaine's waist and eased him a bit closer. Blaine's gaze dropped back into his lap as he closed his eyes, just trying to process how he was going to do this.

"I can give it a go, Kurt, but you don't know how hard it is when you're not here. I don't know how I'm supposed to just…"

"I want to feed you, Blaine," Kurt interrupted, hating that he kept doing that, but he didn't want Blaine to feel threatened by his proposition or feel as though he was abstaining from anything without good reason.

A heavy silence fell between them as Blaine took in another shallow breath, blinking slowly back at Kurt. Whatever insecurities Blaine may have been feeling were quickly fading away. He crinkled his brow, opening his mouth to speak, but he didn't even know what to say. "Y-you want to…"

Kurt closed his eyes, hoping he wasn't coming on too strong. "I… I want to feed you. I really want to feed you. I want to make you dinner and big breakfasts in bed in sometimes. I want us to munch on popcorn and spoon feed each other ice cream while binge watching episodes of Cake Boss on Netflix. And every now and again, I want to keep feeding you. Relentlessly."

"Relentlessly…" Blaine shivered at the thought of it, his eyes closing as he wrapped his arms around himself and thought through all the possibilities. He could already feel himself getting hard again and he breathed out an almost agitated sigh; they were trying to have a conversation, damn it.

If that wasn't bad enough, he felt and heard his stomach lurch once more despite the fact that he had only stuffed himself silly hours beforehand. It was loud enough for Kurt to take notice, too.

"So I take it you're fine with the idea?" Kurt murmured with a fond smile, taking both their hands and pressing them to Blaine's soft, squelching belly.

Blaine was frozen in place for a moment or so, as if someone had just offered him the key to Disneyland and a lifetime of pure, unadulterated happiness. He knew it came with sacrifice and moderation, and over the next six months or so, he would have to watch his intake and start exercising again and be honest with both himself and his boyfriend. But with the way Kurt was presenting it, it had to be worth it.

"Kurt, you… honestly don't even know how long I've fantasized about this." Blaine blushed softly, playing idly with Kurt's fingertips. "It's going to be a long six months without the life I've built myself up to and without you, especially, but I know a lot of the reason I did it was because I was lonely and missing you. All that matters is what we'll have when I move to New York. And I… I want to share this with you, too."

Kurt hummed quietly and gave Blaine a soft smile. "If you look on the bright side, it's only six months," he reminded, pulling his hand away to run his fingers up and down Blaine's arm. "And if there's any point you can't handle it on your own, at any point it gets too much for you, we can make arrangements. Skype exists for a reason."

Blaine nodded his head a bit more calmly, trying his best not to think about the time apart but rather the life they would spend together once he finally graduated high school. "I want to do this the right way. Not to sound creepy, but I want to get big and stupid on your original devil's cheesecake recipe and warm, homecooked bread. I want you to feed me too much, to cook a four course meal and make me eat every last crumb on my plate, no exceptions, and then I want you to give me the best belly rubs known to man. Amongst other things."

Kurt grinned at that as his stomach gave a small flip, getting lost in the various fantasies of preparing their meals but always leaving a bit more on Blaine's plate, of baking batches of cookies on a whim for Blaine to munch on between classes, of using Blaine as his taste tester for new recipes, of cuddling up to his boyfriend's warm, soft body in the winter months.

"You're seriously dating the right person, just so you know. I can hem your jeans and shirts in between sizes in ten minutes flat, and you know I love to cook. But don't think I won't still drag your ass to yoga and cardio at seven in the morning even when you're bitching and moaning about it."

A giddy, delightful laugh spilled out from Blaine's lips as he nodded his head and brushed his fingers back along Kurt's forehead. "I think that's a fair enough trade, Mr. Hummel."

And so it was decided. Blaine would abstain from binging for the next six months. He also agreed to pick up an exercise routine and cut back on his snacking, which he soon realized was a big trigger for his frequent gluts. Most importantly, he had to actually stick to it, something that took discipline and concentration, especially in the midst of all his graduation stress.

Before Kurt left back to New York, Blaine managed to squeeze in three additionally large meals (one big breakfast and two large dinners, all with Kurt's help). His last hoorah, however, was Christmas, which took overeating to an entire new level. If Carole and Burt noticed Blaine's obvious increase in weight, they didn't say anything, merely making up for lost time and asking Blaine how he was doing in school. In between the Hummel-Hudson's perfectly seasoned ham, an obscene amount of mashed potatoes, two slices of Kurt's delicious pumpkin pie, and an innumerable amount of other sides, Blaine seriously needed to lie down. He excused himself to use the restroom in Kurt's bedroom upstairs before lying back down on his boyfriend's bed, using those extra few moments to spread his legs, unbutton his jeans, and rub his plump, round belly. If Kurt joined him a few minutes later to see what was going on, that was clearly out of concern, not his own personal deviances.

By the time New Year's rolled around, Blaine was brushing the twenty pound mark faster than he ever thought possible. Gaining more only increased his appetite even higher, making him hungrier and hungrier nearly all the time. He'd made a promise to Kurt, however, to hold out while he was gone, and hold out he would attempt to do.

As a consequence to Blaine's complete optimism about what he and Kurt were about to embark on, not to mention his busy schedule, putting off excessive eating was a little bit easier than he originally thought it would be, not counting the agonizing first few weeks of constant hunger. It also helped that Blaine took the time to visit New York a whopping five times throughout the spring, which more than made up for the previous year.

In that six month period, Blaine had even managed to shed a few pounds, just six pounds shy of his original weight by the time graduation rolled around. Trips to New York usually stuck a cork in that process, leaving Blaine so exhausted from sheer glutting that he learned to schedule an extra day in the city just to sleep off it all off. Kurt always somehow managed to kick Rachel and Santana out of the loft for at least one night, using that time to lavish Blaine with his favorite recipes and an always decadent dessert. Kurt also shared at least one lunch hour with Blaine during every visit, always ordering his man a big meal that was always on the house.

It was only a taste, in more ways than one, of what was to come, but it was always thrilling, like a mini vacation from reality dedicated to complete over-indulgence. Even Blaine knew, come the time they lived together, that full-on eating sessions would have to be a little bit more spread out or he could wind up resembling a real life Hobbit. Or Peter Jackson, on the more extreme spectrum.

… Which is precisely why he and Kurt had agreed, at least for a few months, to not live together right away. Explaining the whole food concept to Rachel and Santana - as well as sneaking around - was not a thing either of them were ecstatic to take on, and with Sam actively pursuing a career in modeling and actually succeeding, Blaine frequently had the apartment to himself. Blaine and Sam had also found a place within blocks of the loft, and on those rare nights when Kurt and Blaine's schedules correlated and allowed them some privacy, they took complete advantage of it.

Still, Blaine wanted more. That six month Lima stint of going on a full exercise regime and watching what he ate, plus moving in New York, eating on a student budget, and walking to-and-from everywhere, lent itself to dropping back down to his original size almost completely. That and those special nights they had promised to make time for were fewer and further between, almost to the point of being nonexistent.

By a certain point, they were more like two ships passing in the night than actual boyfriends, to the point of being completely miserable. After a long heart to heart with Sam, Rachel, and Santana, it was decided that Sam would take Kurt's space in the loft, while Kurt would officially move in with Blaine. On top of just pining to live together and start and end each day in each other's arms, neither of them could even recall the last time they had shared a memorable meal together, not counting occasional lunches at Pret A Manger or meals at the loft.

Their second night living together soon put a full stop to that.

Blaine had almost forgotten how much he could tuck in until Kurt innocently wagged one finger over and convinced Blaine to try his new cupcake recipes. Little did he know that Kurt had been planning this for weeks as an early birthday present. All Blaine really had to do was sit back, get comfortable, and be fed - by hand, even - several sinfully delicious cupcakes. The first was topped with mocha caramel frosting, the second filled with light, fluffy cream center and a smooth honey glaze, and the third a tart apple mint with tiny flecks of shaved green apple on top. The best of the best, however, remained Kurt's rich chocolate cream, just as delicious as Kurt's original devil's cheesecake recipe.

All in all, Blaine managed to consume a total of five and a half cupcakes, sharing the very last one with Kurt. And even that was pushing it. By the fourth one, he already felt huge and stuffed and completely outdone. How he'd managed to shovel in two more was a complete mystery even to him. He was too lazy and tired for anything else as he pulled Kurt's hand into his lap for a slow belly rub, his taut tummy poked out just a few centimeters as he took heavy, labored breaths.

That entire night set the curve, so to speak, for what was to be a glorious future. The next passing months became a roller coaster of rich meals, tantalizing sweets, awesome belly rubs, and even better sex. Blaine's birthday dinner was unforgettable, a whopping four course meal featuring a fresh garden salad, creamy macaroni and cheese, two pieces of seasoned T-bone steak, and chocolate cake, which nearly sent him to the moon and back.

He ate every bite, so thankful to have a boyfriend that respected him no matter what he looked like and only lavished him with even more of what he loved. Kurt's new habit of resting his head right on Blaine's tummy and handing him bites of food only made the experience that much more intimate.

Inevitably, the number on the scale began to ease up once more, but not as rapidly as before. He supplemented his huge binges with regular exercise and yoga, but even all the cardio in the world couldn't stop that belly from reappearing. Blaine was even more proud of it than before, always absentmindedly petting it or stroking it during everyday mundane activities. Even in his sleep, to the point where Kurt sometimes called him Buddha and occasionally rubbed it for good luck.

Around the two month mark, Kurt began to sneak his boyfriend bits of food almost constantly, whether that be popcorn, fresh baked goods for class, or simply his butter and toast when they stepped out for breakfast every now and again. There wasn't a day that went by when Blaine didn't have some sort of munchable within reach. Six months into living together and Blaine had piled on ten pounds, lending itself to tighter clothes, a slight double chin when he turned his head, and a small belly that almost always poked out. Blaine ate so much that he almost always felt and looked full, but he didn't miss one single yoga class with Kurt. If anything, he found that regular exercise stretched out those abdominal muscles and made binging even more long lasting and satisfying.

Over summer break, when nearly everyone stops what they're doing to obtain the perfect bikini and summer body, Blaine used the extra hours to fill himself out even more. By August, in the heat of the dead heat of the summer no less, Kurt and Blaine had saved up enough money from the diner to join Kurt's family in Florida for a ten day summer vacation, four days of which were spent at the Magic Kingdom and all of its various parks.

Blaine's parents had given him extra money for the holiday, which Blaine mainly spent on too many clothes (he took the chance and moved one size up to accommodate his fuller figure), churros, and one of the best funnel cakes he had ever devoured in his entire life, which he gleefully split with Kurt (Kurt was more than willing to let Blaine enjoy the bulk of it).

On their last day at the resort, Blaine popped the question under the fireworks with a ring and a full speech. To no great surprise, Kurt accepted without hesitation, giddily showing off his ring to anyone who happened to stare at his hand for a few extended seconds.

The last remaining days were spent laid out on the beach, baking in the sun or - in Kurt's case - under an umbrella. The last thing Blaine needed was a tan, but he was more than willing to show off his round tummy, still full from a big lunch, as he flipped on his back and adjusted his sunglasses.

At a certain point, he'd awoken from a quick catnap to Kurt pushing a fresh strawberry between his lips and feeding him idly, occasionally stroking his fingers through his hair and massaging his scalp. Blaine's lips were berry pink and extra sweet as Kurt snuck a few kisses and kept feeding him, always stroking his belly affectionately.

Eating under the blaze of the Florida heat, even at nighttime, was a new challenge, but Blaine relished in the feeling of a tight, expanded belly over lobster and gourmet salads, happily eating bits of food of Kurt's fork whenever offered to him. As a consequence, not to mention a lot less exercise, Blaine ended the summer a whopping twelve pounds fuller, bringing his total New York weight gain to twenty-two pounds in a year and two months.

Come the fall semester, Kurt modified his wardrobe and let out the seams on his tops to accommodate his chubbier figure. Blaine also didn't have any other choice but to buy some new clothes, and if anyone thought anything about his weight, they remained polite - at least to his face. A few snide comments from Santana and a couple of school rivals were not enough to deter him or burst his confidence, not when he had an incredible fiancé who hand fed him glorious meals and reminded him constantly how beautiful he looked.

Blaine's weight yo-yo'd only slightly over the next following years. With the wedding soon approaching during Blaine's senior year, he dropped an extra ten pounds simply to look slightly trimmer for the photos. Kurt left the decision up to Blaine, only requesting that he didn't overdo it if he was doing it for show. Before his "diet," Blaine's weight had leveled off at thirty pounds bigger since moving to New York, and for the most part, he remained the same weight through college, much to his parents' horror, dismay, and disappointment.

At that point, ten pounds really didn't make much of a dent. Blaine still had a slight double chin and those love handles and a constantly present muffin top, which always dipped over his belt and made him look about four months pregnant. No matter what he did, he still looked chubby standing next to Kurt, but he didn't mind, not when Kurt threw him those loving glances, kissed underneath his chin, and thanked him for making him the happiest man alive. The only person who should have been doing the thanking was Blaine for reasons he couldn't even sum up into words - and hell, if the reception speeches were any indication, he really did try.

More than anything, both Kurt and Blaine learned that true love and marrying your soul mate wasn't a faraway, distant, fairytale concept only meant for frothy Disney movies. Having it all - a loving partner, a great job, mundane arguments about leaving the light on in the bathroom, a shoebox apartment in New York with a cat and a fire escape - could be an actual, tangible reality. And it was better than either man could have ever envisioned.

Married life also lent itself to a slightly more comfortable lifestyle; it wasn't long until Kurt tipped the scale four of five pounds heavier, too, not like he'd ever mention it. If every now and again Blaine snuck Kurt a few extra pieces of popcorn and let him finish the bowl, that was okay, too. They were "old marrieds" after all.

"Honey, have you seen my black leather belt? I can't get these trousers to stay up and they're from the Marc Jacobs ready-to-wear spring-summer collection and I need these for my consultation with Isabelle or else I'm going to walk in looking like a travesty."

Kurt hiked up the trousers a bit higher one late fall afternoon, sighing as they brushed just below the barely noticeable curve of his tummy. Blaine really had created a monster.

Blaine smiled fondly back at his husband and paused his game of Cut the Rope on his iPad to consider Kurt's question. He still had one-quarter left of a stack of second grade music worksheets that needed to be graded (he'd considered acting as a career but his degree in music lent itself to teaching so well; he hadn't been doing it very long, but he absolutely loved it - and the kids - so much), but all that work didn't deter him from whiling away the hours a little bit longer.

"On my side of the closet, in the second drawer down. And Kurt? Don't stress, you look fabulous. Isabelle is going to love your ideas for the website, just like I do."

Kurt let out a heavy sigh, hinting at a smile and a slight blush. "You can't just say that, Blaine, you give me no other choice but to want to kiss you. And as you know, I'm already ten minutes behind schedule." He stepped into the closet to root through the drawer, finally recovering the belt with a celebratory "aha!"

Blaine couldn't stop grinning and didn't move from the bed as he blew Kurt a kiss from across the room. "A real kiss and so much more will be waiting for you after you knock them dead in that staff meeting. Now don't be late. And pick up Chinese from Wonton's on your way home with those little spring rolls."

"So bossy." Kurt grunted softly, adjusting his belt quickly and finishing off his look with a striking, teal Tom Ford suit jacket and a vintage heart-shaped brooch. "Yes, Buddha. As you wish, Buddha. Do you have any other special requests, Buddha?"

A crinkly, wadded up old sock flew through the air, bonking Kurt on the top of his head as Blaine focused his attention back to his app, grinning in spite of himself. Kurt let out a sound of disgust and tossed it back, ready and waiting with a clever response, but mostly just amused as hell.

Yeah, so their lives were completely ridiculous, but neither one of them could, or would, ask for more. Not in this lifetime or the next.