Author's Note: This chapter is kind of a breather. Gotta move the plot along. I'll jump back into the violence and gore next time around. On the other hand, smut!
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- PART SIX: BEST LAID PLANS -
"Right there. Mmm, Kurt, please, baby. There!" Blaine bit down on the pillow, his arms braced in front of him. He was on his hands and knees on Kurt's bed.
Kurt had Blaine by the hips and was pounding into him, taking him in the rough way that had become more common recently when they made love.
"Oh my god, ohmygod ohmygod," Blaine moaned as Kurt found his prostate again and again. "I love you. So much. Don't stop."
Kurt bit his lip and dug his fingers into Blaine's hips. He swiveled his own hips, altering the angle and giving himself fresh leverage.
Blaine let out a high-pitched whine. "I'm close, baby. Come with me."
Kurt ignored the words, keeping up his pace until Blaine fell over the edge, coming hard and loud, and sliding forward on the bed. Blaine tried to prop his weakened body back up again, seeing stars and trembling from the aftermath of his orgasm.
Kurt stroked Blaine's hair. "Ssshhh, relax and enjoy yourself, gorgeous. It's okay." He pulled out of Blaine and removed the condom from his still-hard cock.
"It's not okay," Blaine mumbled, nonetheless stretching out flat and shuddering as relaxation and pleasure washed over him. "It's your turn... you need a... turn... You haven't had enough turns lately... it's my fault, I'm selfish."
Kurt knelt over his boyfriend, stroking himself languidly, and kissed Blaine's forehead where sweat was beading around his hairline. "Don't be silly. Did you enjoy yourself, sexy?"
"Always with you, baby," Blaine said, "...but I mean it." He was slightly more aware now. "Anything you want, anything to make you feel this good."
Kurt grinned wickedly. "All right, if you insist," he said, flipping Blaine onto his back and tugging him around so that Blaine's head was dangling off the edge of the bed.
Blaine lay there with his eyes closed, still blissed out and growing aroused again at the way Kurt was eagerly taking him up on his offer. His eyes were still closed when a piece of fabric was tied around his eyes. A heavy strap was looped around his wrists and braced to the bedframe.
"Kurt, baby," Blaine moaned, his cock twitching to life at the awareness that he was blindfolded. "Good fucking idea."
"Ssshhh," Kurt said from across the room. Blaine felt fingers trail up his inner thigh, cupping his balls and snaking down to his abused entrance.
Blaine whined at the sudden and unexpected touch on the oversensitive areas.
The fingers moved next to the trails of come streaked across Blaine's stomach. The fingers left and Blaine heard wet, sucking noises. When Kurt's fingers returned, to tweak his nipples, they were cold and wet with saliva.
The feeling pushed Blaine past the point of desperation. "Kurt, please, take me, now! I want you to come too, I know it's been hard for you lately," Blaine whimpered.
Kurt moved silently around the bed. Blaine lost track of his movements until he felt fingers prying apart his jaw, and Kurt's fully hard cock thrusting into his mouth. Blaine gagged, trying to relax his throat, as Kurt slid home again and again, until he was fully encased in Blaine's throat.
Blaine could feel Kurt's hands on his face, stroking his chin, running through his hair, and fingering the fabric over his eyes as he thrusted fiercely. Blaine struggled to breathe and keep his throat relaxed, desperate to give Kurt what he needed.
After a few minutes, Kurt changed his angle and thrust more deeply into Blaine's throat, quickly reaching his orgasm and spurting come deep inside Blaine's throat. He pulled out and collapsed on the bed panting, releasing the strap from the bed frame before curling up to enjoy the aftermath of his orgasm.
Blaine wiped off his mouth, wriggled his wrists free and tugged the fabric off of his eyes. The first thing he laid eyes on was the beautiful sight of naked Kurt in the afterglow, face flushed and pupils wide. The next thing he noticed was the bright red belt that had been holding his hands. Finally, his eyes fell to the bright print of the Hermes scarf that had been covering his eyes.
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Kurt stepped off of the back steps and walked over to where Rachel was seated in a lawn chair, handing her a soda and pulling up a chair next to her. Blaine sat on the other side of Rachel, and Burt was manning the grill. Finn stood by the fence at the far side of the backyard, trying not to be too obvious while staring at Rachel. The rest of the guests at the Hudson-Hummel's Second Annual Fourth of July Party milled about, eating and chatting over the sound of the radio.
"It's just so awkward still. I don't even know why he's here. He's the one who broke up with me!" Rachel exclaimed.
"Rachel, sweetie, he lives here," Kurt replied.
"I know, but still. Anyway, he could go inside or something. Watch stupid football, I don't know. But he just has to stand there... looking so adorable..." Rachel's eyes started to mist up as she looked at Finn while he wasn't looking at her.
"So, Rachel," Kurt said, trying to change the subject, "I bet you're ooking forward to New York in the fall? There will be lots of better guys than Finn falling all over you. He's my brother and I love him, but you know what I mean."
Rachel's eyes lit up. "Oooh, yes! But not as many as before. Although I think the guys that died were both gay. I'm not sure how many straight guys NYADA even has..." She bit her lip and pondered the thought.
"There's a whole incredible city out there, Rachel," Kurt said through slightly gritted teeth, "...it's not all about NYADA, you know."
"I know, I'm just so excited to meet all of my classmates. Well, all the ones that are left. You know the police are saying now that they think it was just a coincidence? They say we're, and to stop spreading rumors about the so-called "NYADA assassin."
"I'm sure they know what they're doing," Kurt said, placing a comforting hand on Rachel's shoulder. "If the police say there's no killer on the loose, there's no killer on the loose!"
"I'm sure you're right, Kurt. It's such a shame you won't be going to NYADA with me in the fall. I just don't understand it. Do you ever think about why you didn't get in? What you did wrong at your audition, what the other kids had that you didn't have?"
Kurt gazed into his drink. "I try not to dwell on such things, Rachel. But there's nothing they have that I don't have." An edge crept into his voice as he finished the thought.
"Rachel, I need to get something from the kitchen," Blaine said, "...do you mind giving me a hand?" The two got up and walked into the house as Kurt brooded, the expression on his face showing that his mind was a thousand miles away.
"Rachel, I can't believe you," Blaine shouted, slamming the kitchen door behind them. "How can you be so insensitive, how dare you? Don't you know that's ALL he thinks about? What went wrong and what could have been?" Blaine was completely worked up by now, balling up his fists and pacing around the room. "Do you know how much time I've spent over the past month, the things I've done, the lengths I go to just to keep him from spiraling into depression?"
"Blaine, you're an artist too. You know that constructive criticism is the only way to improve one's craft. I'm trying to help Kurt by prompting him to examine his shortcomings. I know you love him very much, but you aren't doing him any favors by pretending that he's perfect and God's gift to NYADA. He isn't." Rachel spun on her heel and went out the door to the back yard.
Blaine felt the rage boiling over inside of him. Weeks of frustration, doubt and fear that had been carefully contained were creeping past the edge of his self-control. He stormed up to the kitchen door, not knowing what he would do if he caught up with Rachel.
The sight of Finn Hudson, hovering protectively over Rachel, stopped him in his tracks.
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"That's it, THAT'S IT! I'm not going to wait any longer. It's time to call." Kurt stalked around the bedroom, throwing his hands up angrily and biting the inside of his cheek. It had been five days since the barbecue, and seeing Rachel Berry again had brought his plan back to the forefront of his mind.
Blaine was sitting on Kurt's bed, head swiveling as he watched his boyfriend pace. "Just calm down, Kurt. I know it's hard, but if it's meant to be it'll happen," he said, pressing his palms together in a pleading gesture and looked up at him with wide, dark eyes.
"I can't believe you just said that, Blaine," Kurt said, glaring. "If Rachel had taken that attitude after she completely screwed up her NYADA audition, there's no way she would have been accepted. I made that mistake before, I'm not going to make it again. Sometimes, believing in yourself just isn't enough. You have to make it happen, and I'm willing to do whatever it takes."
"You're right. I'm sorry," Blaine said. "You have my full support. Let's make the call."
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"...well, I'm sorry that I can't say the same, Mr. Smith. Goodbye!" Kurt threw his phone at his bed, sitting down next to Blaine and covering his face with his hands.
Blaine rubbed circles into Kurt's back and waited for him to say something. He had waited while Kurt argued with the man from the NYADA admissions office for over an hour, dread roiling in his stomach.
"What on earth are they thinking?" Kurt wailed, "Their freshman class will only have seventeen students now, and only one from this region. You would think they'd at least want an even number or something!"
"Shhh, it'll be okay baby," Blaine murmured.
"It's not going to be okay!" Kurt shrieked, standing up, "Nothing will ever BE OKAY again!"
Before Blaine could react, Kurt bolted out the door and down the stairs, his phone abandoned on the bed.
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Blaine stayed at the Hummel residence long past dark, waiting for Kurt to come home. Burt said goodnight around ten, not commenting on the fact that Blaine was still there or that Kurt was not. At midnight, Blaine left the living room and climbed the stairs to Kurt's room, lying down on top of the covers and drifting into a fitful sleep full of nightmares.
Blaine was awakened in the middle of the night by a soft hand on his shoulder. Instantly alert, he eagerly rolled over and threw his arms around Kurt.
"Hey, precious," Kurt said, nuzzling into Blaine's neck. His looked exhausted, and there was a hard edge of anguish in his eyes.
"Hey yourself. Where have you been? I was so worried about you. Please don't do that to me again," Blaine begged. He couldn't get the images out of his head: Kurt crying and alone, Kurt harming himself, or someone else, Kurt getting arrested and thrown into a dark cell.
"Blaine, honey, look at me," Kurt said, grabbing Blaine's chin and lifting it to make eye contact in the moonlight. "I was... very upset earlier. It was wrong of me to run off and try to deal with it by myself. You've been amazing and stayed by my side all along, and I promise I won't run out on you again."
Tears sprang to Blaine's eyes as Kurt's words let loose a flood of emotions he'd been tamping down all evening, along with all of the fear and worry that had been building up. "You have no idea how much that means to me, Kurt. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you." Kurt smiled response and lay down next to Blaine, their foreheads touching.
"Now, what can we do to put a smile back on your face?" Blaine asked. He caressed Kurt's waist, soothingly at first, then with more emphasis, sliding his hand lower and lower.
"I'm glad you asked," Kurt said, springing up from the bed and turning on a lamp. "I made it to the bank before they closed and was able to close out my college fund and transfer it to my checking account. Let's take a trip!"
Blaine sat up and squinted in the sudden light, his arm in front of his face. "What? Are you sure? You should save that money, Kurt. You can still go to New York. You can still go to college." Even before graduation, Blaine had resisted mentioning any alternatives to Kurt's NYADA plans, but he didn't want Kurt to give up on his future entirely.
"Blaine, we don't have to spend it all. But I want to be spontaneous, do something crazy and fun. I want to see a new city with you. Why don't you get out your laptop and we'll look at plane tickets together?"
As Blaine was occupied with starting the laptop and pulling up travel websites, Kurt pulled a small notepad from where it had been taped underneath the drawer of his nightstand.
