Author's Note: Wow, I whipped this chapter out faster than I thought I would! I know, I know, I've been bad...I wrote a Klaine one-shot while I was supposed to be working on this. (Shameless plug: It's called Take It All. Go check it out and let me know what you think!)

I'm hoping to have ending #1 for you by the end of the weekend. Fingers crossed!

The song in this chapter is "Let Go For Tonight" by Foxes. There is a wonderful stripped version on their Vevo channel that I came across too...love it.

Big thanks to Gleeful Darren Criss FAn whose reviews have been so helpful and encouraging throughout this process so far. She's writing one called Dueling Duets right now. Check that out too!

Sorry that was so long...Thanks a bunch!

Another Life

Chapter 10

Sleep did not come easily to Kurt that night. He was so worked up over what had happened and what was to come that he tossed and turned for hours. After reading Blaine's letter, he had a heart-to-heart with Sebastian over the phone. Kurt gave him the need-to-know explanation of what was going on, and made him promise to protect Blaine in the coming days and weeks. Sebastian, surprisingly, listened without asking too many questions, and agreed to help Blaine find his way if Kurt was lost to him. That was all Kurt needed to hear to put his mind at ease. Kurt hated to admit that he needed Sebastian's help, but if he was being honest with himself, he was glad to have someone on his side, and someone who cared for Blaine almost as much as he did, at that. Even with this reassurance, his mind and body remained restless.

At around 1:00am, Kurt couldn't take it anymore. He decided sleep wasn't coming. He got out of bed and sat down at his desk. Kurt wasn't much of a writer, but reading Blaine's feelings spilled onto a piece of paper had been so healing for him that he thought maybe it could work the other way around, too. He collected his thoughts, then poured his heart out into a letter for Blaine. He sealed it, pressed a kiss to the envelope, and set it aside for the morning.

Feeling infinitely better, Kurt decided to try chasing sleep again.

He did actually doze off for a little, but woke up not even 3 hours later from a heavenly dream where he was back home and making love to Blaine.

He sighed, rolling off of his aching hard-on. He missed his Blaine fiercely. He was yearning for his companion, his counterpart. The person who understood his desires. The one who could give Kurt everything he needed without him having to ask, both physically and emotionally. Memories of the last night they had spent together on Kurt's birthday took over his mind and clouded his head with sinful thoughts. Showertime, then.

The pain of missing his soulmate and the pleasure of remembering the way his amazing fiancé could make him feel combined into a confusing state of sad arousal. It definitely wasn't the first time that he thought of Blaine while he jerked off, but it was the first (and hopefully last) time that he thought of Blaine and cried while he jerked off.

After Kurt was satisfied and had taken enough deep breaths to calm down, he shut off the water, dressed, and tiptoed into Rachel's room.

He wanted to say goodbye, just in case.

"Rach?" He whispered.

She opened one eye.

"Is everything okay?" She asked sleepily.

"Yes. I'm going to try to make up with Blaine. I wanted to say thank you." He walked over carefully and placed a kiss on her forehead.

"Are you sure you're okay?" She tried to sit up now, worrying.

"Yes, I'll be fine. Go back to sleep! Love you."

"Love you, Kurt!"

Kurt wandered around his neighborhood for a while before heading back to the front of his building, where Sebastian was set to pick him up.

He saw the sleek black sportscar pull up with Sebastian hanging out the driver's side window, dancing to the music that was blasting from the speakers.

"Morning, Hummel!" He called.

"Um...hi. Do you know it's 6:00 in the morning? Are you drunk? Because if you are, I am not getting in that car with you."

"Relax. I'm not drunk. I'm just a morning person, and you're killing my buzz. Get in the damn car."

Kurt followed his instructions, deciding that Sebastian was harmless, and they zoomed off to their destination, stopping to pick up a bouquet of roses on the way.

Back in the car, Sebastian said "remind me again why you won't tell Blaine any of what you told me last night?"

It was something Kurt had wrestled with himself, knowing that giving Blaine an explanation would make things infinitely easier.

"I want him to know that this was real. That when I'm gone, he doesn't have to feel like he's starting over again with someone new. The connection and memories will still be there for him, linked to whichever Kurt is with him."

Sebastian looked at him like he was crazy, but deep inside he did understand.

"You know, I won't be home tonight, so if it goes well and you want to take it back there, you're welcome to."

"Thanks. That's nice of you, I think."

"Hey, I'm not a douchebag all of the time."

"I think that's definitely still up for debate."

The car rolled slowly through the city all the way to a large lot where Blaine's movie was filming. Acting in movies had never appealed much to Kurt, but having a closeup look at the set excited him a bit.

"Here we are. I'm on Blaine's approved guest list, but you're not. We're going to pretend that you're a costume design assistant who was just hired. Here's hoping it works."

"If not, you can cause a diversion by flashing the guard, and I'll run in."

"One of your better ideas, Hummel. My goods have been known to stop men in their tracks." Sebastian chuckled at Kurt's look of utter disgust.

They drove up to the security gate built around the set and Sebastian rolled down the window, handing the guard their IDs.

"Hi. I'm Sebastian Smythe and this is Kurt Hummel. He's not on the list, but-"

The guard looked up from the paper he was holding. "He's on the list. You may proceed."

The boys looked at each other, stunned, but glad they didn't have to lie or reveal what was beneath their pants.

Kurt felt a pang of happiness. Blaine had put him on his visitors list. That meant he thought he would be bringing him around the set at some point.

"That was easy," Kurt said with a smug smile.

Sebastian nodded happily, pulling into a spot to park.

"Grab the flowers and let's move," he said. Blaine was supposed to be filming already, so Sebastian, who had visited the set a few times already, would lead Kurt to Blaine's trailer where he would wait for the actor.

Luckily, all was going according to plan and Blaine's trailer was abandoned when they arrived.

Kurt looked around curiously. In stark contrast to the apartment, the trailer was neat as a pin. A guitar sat in the corner, and pictures scattered the magnetic strip on the wall. Kurt frowned when he realized he wasn't in any of them, and vowed to make a point of snapping some pictures with Blaine today.

Kurt placed the flower bouquet in the middle of the room, and Sebastian slipped a bottle of wine into the mini fridge in the corner.

When he straightened up, Sebastian announced "I'm gonna go hit on some cute extras!" And bounced out of the room.

"Asswipe," Kurt mumbled under his breath.

He settled in on Blaine's vanity stool and waited.

A good amount of time later, the trailer door creaked open.

Blaine's gaze was down, so he didn't see Kurt right away. He looked terrible, like he was just barely keeping it together. He threw his cell phone onto a table by the door and looked up.

"Oh shit!" Blaine shouted, startled to see someone in his room.

In the next breath, he realized it was Kurt waiting for him, and his sad eyes lit up.

True to the words he had written, Blaine held out his arms. In two large strides, Kurt was across the room, both boys falling into the other's embrace.

"I'm sorry," they both said in unison.

Blaine pulled away and looked deep into Kurt. How could he have ever run from those eyes?

They spoke together again. "For what?"

This evoked a small smile from Blaine. "This is all my fault. I'm sorry. I don't even know how to explain myself."

Blaine fidgeted with his hands, trying to come up with the words to say.

"You don't need to. You already did," Kurt showed him the letter that was clutched in his hand. "Sebastian took it from your room and gave it to me."

Blaine's eyes widened in panic. "That letter wasn't supposed to be read by you. Not yet! I'm going to kill Sebastian!"

Kurt laughed softly, the sound of it alone seeming to calm Blaine. "Sebastian might be a sneaky little shit, but this time, maybe we should be thanking him."

"Thanking him? You mean…" Blaine tried to hide the hope in his expression.

"I mean that now I see. It was my fault for walking away from you at that airport. But, Blaine, now I see that I can't stay away from you no matter how hard I try. I don't know what will happen 2 months from now, or even 2 days. But for now, I know that you are exactly what I want."

Blaine smiled shyly and wrapped his fingers around Kurt's.

"I am?" His heart pounded. Every word Kurt said was exactly what he needed to hear.

"Absolutely. But there's something you should know...this is going to sound crazy and confusing, so you just have to trust me." Blaine gulped and nodded warily. He knew better than to hope that something so good could happen to him. This was obviously the catch. But Kurt was right. He had to trust him. He loved him, and there was no other choice. He steeled himself for what Kurt was about to say. "There might come a time when I'm not...me. I'll still be Kurt, but just a little different. When that time comes, you have to f-fight for us." Slow tears were streaking down Kurt's cheeks. Blaine reached out a hand and wiped them away. "You have to...have to help me remember the good times we had and why we belong together. P-please don't let me forget…"

Blaine's brow furrowed. He grasped at Kurt's forearms, a sympathy tear running down his face. "Kurt, what's wrong? Are you sick?"

"No, nothing like that. Please don't cry. Just...promise. Promise me you won't let me go." He reached up and brushed his thumb across Blaine's cheekbone.

"I promise!"

Kurt smiled, dug in his pocket, and pulled out a folded piece of paper in a small envelope. He pressed it into Blaine's hand.

"You inspired me to write something too. But you can't read it yet. Hold onto his until you need it. You'll know when that is. And when you need to connect to me, to hear what I have to say, it'll be here, written in this letter for you."

Blaine nodded, but was still upset. "I'm worried."

"I am too. That's why I ran. It's not because you aren't good enough for me. Because you are. You are wonderful and beautiful and you have a good heart."

Blaine attacked Kurt, pushing him back until he was sitting on the stool once more, with Blaine straddling his lap. "You're perfect for me," he cooed against Kurt's lips.

Blaine kissed him deeply and hungrily. Kurt melted into it.

Blaine flicked his tongue down Kurt's neck and paused, sucking at the soft skin there.

Kurt squirmed under him, the pressure Blaine was causing in all the right places was unbearable.

"Blaine," he whispered into his ear. Blaine either didn't hear or didn't care.

"Blaine," Kurt tried again a little louder, pushing at his shoulders this time. "If you don't stop, I'm going to have a very messy and uncomfortable ride home."

Blaine sat up, licking his reddened lips and breathing heavily.

"Ugh. You're right. This is amazing. And I've always dreamed of movie star trailer sex. But we should stop. I have to get back to hair and makeup before my next scene. You see...I had this surprise make out session and it kind of ruined my hairstyle…" he motioned to his curls that were now sticking out at all angles.

Kurt giggled. "Okay, okay, I'll agree. But only if you promise we can continue this tonight."

"Oh, I promise."

The rest of the day, Kurt stayed on the set with Blaine. Kurt's presence worked wonders for Blaine's performance. He nailed his takes, and his director complimented his acting multiple times throughout the day. Blaine thanked Kurt for this profusely, but Kurt insisted that it came from inside Blaine, and that he merely helped bring it to the surface.

Kurt had every intention of taking Blaine to bed the instant they got to the apartment, but when they walked in the door, Blaine yawned and fell into the couch cushions with a sleepy look on his face. He saw Kurt watching him and smiled apologetically. He opened up his arms and Kurt scampered into them, curling up and falling asleep, comforted by the intoxicating smell and feel of the boy beneath him.

Kurt was disoriented when he woke up. He wasn't sure how long he had slept, and there was a vacancy on the couch where he had been sure that Blaine's beautiful body had been when he fell asleep. He looked around the room, enticed by the tinkle of piano notes filling the air. Blaine was seated at his and Sebastian's shared baby grand, tapping out a beautiful, yet unfamiliar tune.

Kurt stretched and got to his feet. He made his way over to Blaine and settled in next to him on the bench.

Blaine smiled brightly at him. "I'm sorry I didn't wake look so peaceful when you sleep." He kissed his cheek and Kurt blushed.

"What song is this?" Kurt wanted to know.

"It's one I'm writing."

Kurt was always amazed at what Blaine could do musically, but he took pride in the fact that what they could do together was even better.

As he listened, the notes shifted and transformed into a song Kurt recognized. They looked into each other's eyes and began singing. Their voices together sounded angelic, and the song spoke to both of them deeply.

Fell from the sky

We fell from the sky and started walking

Leavin' our footprints on the ground

It might be a prayer

Or maybe a piece of conversation

Wherever we go we make a sound

So I call your name, the only thing I know

Is I need you here, will you be gone forever?

All that I know, all that I know is we're here tonight

Turn off the lights

Let go for tonight baby

Let love in your life and be shown (turn off the lights)

Let go for tonight baby, who needs sleep tonight?

I need to let it go, let it go

Let it go, let it go, turn off the lights

Let love in your life baby, who needs sleep tonight?

I wanna drive

I wanna drive into the open

Lookin' for reasons I can't find

So I call your name, the only thing I know

Is I need you here, will you be gone forever?

All that I know, all that I know is we're here tonight

Turn off the lights

Let go for tonight baby

Let love in your life and be shown (turn off the lights)

Let go for tonight baby, who needs sleep tonight?

I need to let it go, let it go

Let it go, let it go, turn off the lights

Let love in your life baby, who needs sleep tonight?

I need to let go, let go

Let go, let go

I need to let go, let go

Before we're gone, gone, gone

So I call your name, the only thing I know

Is I need you here, will you be gone forever?

All that I know, all that I know

Is I need you here, will you be gone forever?

Let go for tonight baby

Let love in your life and be shown (turn off the lights)

Let go for tonight baby, who needs sleep tonight?

I need to let it go, let it go

Let it go, let it go, turn off the lights

Let love in your life baby, who needs sleep tonight?

Let go, let go

Let go, let go

I need to let go, let go

(Before we go, go, go)

Fell from the sky

We fell from the sky and started walking

Leavin' our footprints on the ground

Blaine tried to keep from trembling as his fingers played the last note. He could feel Kurt's stare on him. That song had been a fire slowly burning through the two of them, igniting a screaming passion. Blaine knew that as soon as he touched Kurt, it was all over. He wanted him so badly that he was tingling. So far, he'd only had one taste of Kurt's body writhing in pleasure beneath him, and once wasn't anywhere near enough. Blaine thirsted for him like he hadn't for anyone else before. Without warning, his fingers danced up Kurt's arm to his face.

Kurt groaned at his touch, which Blaine found irresistible. Their lips came together in a harmonious collaboration. The desire behind their kisses was obvious-Blaine was practically crawling on Kurt trying to get him closer and closer.

They broke apart only when the piano bench swayed back dangerously on two legs from the uneven weight it held. They stilled and shifted their weight, trying to level the bench. Through laughter. their lustful eyes met.

"Bedroom," they both said with husky voices.

It was as if they were racing. The moment they hit the bed, clothes were shed and discarded left and right. Hands were holding, exploring, teasing. Tongues tasting, twirling, ravishing. The pair was bold and deliberate and unapologetic in their movements, trying to show rather than tell each other how they felt.

Kurt ran his fingers across the sensitive skin above Blaine's collarbone while Blaine began stroking him.

"I was thinking…" Kurt began. His mischievous tone caught Blaine's attention. "I want to make you feel as amazing as you make me feel. Do you trust me? Can I try something?"

Blaine's eyes glowed with a guarded excitement.

"Anything. Of course I trust you."

Kurt smiled and flipped Blaine over onto his back, hovering over him. He traced his fingers up Blaine's thigh to his entrance.

Immediately, Blaine clamped his legs together and looked at Kurt with scared eyes. "Anything but that."

"I'm not asking you to bottom or anything, I just want to show you how good it can be." I know how much you love it, he wanted to say.

"I'm sorry. My first-and last-experience with…that...was traumatic. I don't know if I can-"

Kurt removed his fingers from between Blaine's legs instantly.

"Never mind, then. I would never push you to do something you weren't comfortable with." He kissed a line down Blaine's neck to his chest. Kurt's tongue flicked out over a nipple, causing Blaine to groan loudly.

Blaine was powerless. But what's more-he wanted what Kurt was offering. He was afraid, but he did trust Kurt. He couldn't explain it, but he felt he could trust Kurt with his life.

He groaned once more as Kurt tugged light on his nipple with his teeth.

"Okay. Yes." Blaine breathed.

Kurt paused and looked up.

"What?"

"Yes. Touch me. There. Please."

Kurt moved slowly so that Blaine could anticipate his motions. A lubed finger traced its way down to the entrance it sought.

"Okay, but you have to be honest with me. If you don't like it, just tell me to stop."

Blaine nodded his assent.

Kurt brushed over Blaine's pucker, sending Blaine into quivers. He pressed his finger to the entrance. Blaine tensed, but when Kurt looked up to check on him, he was smiling down at him. Blaine's white knuckles as he clenched the sheets next to him told another story, though, and Kurt knew he needed to be mindful.

He eased his finger inside, and when it was all the way in, he stilled and gave Blaine time to adjust and relax.

When Blaine's hands gave up their death grip on the sheets and moved to Kurt's back to pull him closer, he took that as a signal to move.

"Don't...stop…" Blaine growled.

Kurt froze. His head whipped up to look at Blaine, who looked confused.

"Why did you stop?"

"You said 'Don't. Stop.'"

Blaine laughed, releasing some of the tension in his body. "I was trying to say don't stop, but you had me a little incoherent!"

Kurt's laugh was muffled by his contact with Blaine's skin. His finger moved back to its previous position and he kissed every inch of Blaine's neck and chest, sucking temporary marks into his skin while he pumped his finger slowly in and out.

Blaine was breathing heavily and squirming at Kurt's touch, but Kurt knew how to make him go wild. He crooked his finger, not having to search for the spot that would do it.

When he brushed up against Blaine's prostate, Blaine bucked his hips wildly and shouted out Kurt's name.

"Oh my god! Fuuuuu...Kurt!" He cried as Kurt hit the spot again and again.

Suddenly, Kurt removed his finger and left Blaine feeling empty.

"No! Why did you do that?" Blaine mumbled, reaching to pull Kurt's hand back down.

Kurt smirked. "Because. Did you want to come just from me doing this?" He slipped his finger back in to swipe across Blaine's prostate once more.

"Yes yes yes yes," a string of words fell out of his mouth. "I did."

Kurt pouted. "But I want you inside of me when you come."

Blaine growled, transforming from pleading to predatory instantly. "Who am I to say no to that? Side of the bed," he commanded.

Disappointment flashed across Kurt's face. He climbed off the bed and turned to face it, placing his forearms on the mattress. Blaine's bed was much taller than his own at home, so this position was actually possible. He blinked back the disappointment he had felt a second before. He had already pushed Blaine into something new today, he didn't need to push him to make love face-to-face again, when it was clearly not what Blaine wanted. And it wasn't that Kurt didn't like that position, he just thought Blaine would want to connect with him again.

"What are you doing?" Blaine asked, coming up behind him.

"Um...you said side of the bed. I thought you wanted to take me from behind like you're used to…" Kurt looked over his shoulder at Blaine and blushed.

"No, silly," Blaine grabbed Kurt's hips and turned him around. "I meant like this." He pushed Kurt's shoulders backward onto the mattress and pulled him up by his thighs, so that they were perpendicular to each other, Kurt's ankles hooked behind Blaine's back. The coolness of Blaine's ring pushed into Kurt's skin, a reminder of the token that was his only connection to his other life.

"Ohhhh gaaaahhh Blaine that's hot."

"I've always wanted to try it," he winked. An already slick finger made contact with the inside of Kurt and he cried out. Blaine made quick work of prepping him, because he was dying to fuck the hell out of the gorgeous man in front of him.

In a few minutes, the condom was on and Blaine was inside.

The angle was exquisite for Kurt. This may have been his new favorite position.

He keened as Blaine pushed into him, working into a rhythm that they both flowed with. Beads of sweat dripped off of Blaine onto Kurt's smooth, glistening stomach. Kurt's legs gripped Blaine closer and closer and harder and harder as he rose to his climax.

Blaine was so close. He rolled his hips, watching Kurt's eyelids flutter closed in anticipation.

One of Blaine's hands pawed at Kurt's ass, lifting him off the bed with each push, while the other reached between them to stroke Kurt's hardened cock.

Kurt's moans escalated to breathy screams. "Ah! Aaah! Ohmygodfuck!"

Kurt came onto his own chest, hoping that Blaine was close behind, because he didn't think he could hold up his legs any longer.

On cue, Blaine exploded into him, letting loose a cascade of profanities, then leaning down to cover Kurt's body with his own as he came down from his high. He could feel Kurt's legs shaking against him. He knew the feeling-his legs felt like jello. He pulled out of Kurt and maneuvered them both so they were laying against the pillows.

For the longest time, nobody spoke. The boys cuddled together in their blissed out states.

"I don't know how these crazy things keep coming out of my mouth, but something about you makes me speak my mind…" Blaine led in. "I am so glad I've let you in my life. I'm actually happy. I feel so fulfilled now that I'm with you. Like...I thought I was the best I could be before, but when I met you, it was like a shadow shifted and I could finally see what my true potential was. There are things I can only do because of you."

Kurt, who was draped across Blaine, head laying on his chest, snuggled him closer in response. The words were soothing, and helped Kurt come to terms with what he had been struggling with all along-the idea that he and Blaine could be holding each other back. He now knew that was crazy.

"I had no idea it could be so wonderful." Blaine whispered against Kurt's hair.

"What? Sex?"

Blaine chuckled. "Well, yes, but that's not what I meant. I meant being in love. Did you know it could be like this?"

Kurt smiled broadly. "I had an inkling."