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Kurt's POV

"Oh, oh," I gasped, "Blaine! That's hurts, oh, that hurts..."

"You know you love it."

"Oh, my God, Blaine. Blaine, it hurts!"

"You know you love it."

"Ahh..." All the tension left my body, and I felt a fantastic sensation. "I love you so much right now."

"See? See? You say that every time."

"We should wrap this up before Delilah wakes up. Ahh, my God! Keep doing it, come on, keep doing it!"

"But-"

"No, no. Keep it up, Blaine! Blaine! Blai- Ahhhh!" I pushed forward to enhance the pressure.

"We should grind more often." He squeezed my shoulder.

I bit his lip, then stuck my tongue in his mouth, licking the roof of his mouth, as he'd liked. I could feel him murmuring, breathing on my toungue. Romantic. As. Hell.

"Oh, God, Kurt! Wow... feels good." Blaine gurgled. "I'm coming, Kurt. Kurt, I'm coming, I'm coming."

"Me too!"

"Ahh!"

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"Daddy?"

I opened my eyes after feeling a small hand shake my arm. "What, sweetie?" I asked Delilah, sitting up.

She tossed her stuffed unicorn on the bed. "Can I sleep with you, Daddy?"

"Did you have a bad dream?" I lifted her onto my lap.

She nodded.

"Well, it's okay. Daddy's here." I laid her down next to me. "Let's get you covered up, now."

She grabbed her unicorn and snuggled into the blanket as I laid on my side, facing her.

I pulled her close, hugging her, cooing into her ear.

"Oh..." Blaine mumbled. I had probably woke him up. "What's going on?"

"Delilah just had a bad dream," I replied, "that's all. She's sleeping with us tonight. Hope you don't mind."