A/N: Ahhhhhhh, I'm always bad about updating. For the millionth time, I'm sorry.

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WARNING: SMUT SMUT SMUT. For those of you who don't like smut, I will put three asterisks at the part before the smut starts.

Kurt had seen the whole thing from his window. He had watched the Warblers steal the guns and disappear behind a building like they did this kind of thing every day. He sank onto his bed, letting his emotions wash over him. He didn't know what it was he was feeling; he was limp with relief that Blaine had survived, and at the same time he just felt hopeless. He'd never see Blaine again, he was sure of it. He fell back onto his bed and closed his eyes. He waited for the tears, but none came.

When he opened his eyes again, it was dark. He must've fallen asleep. He blinked sleepily, listening for the sound that had woken him. Yelling. He walked to the window, identifying the flickering light of torches. A search party. The men were looking for them. He felt a fresh surge of fear at this thought. Oh, Blaine, he thought desperately. Where are you?

Blaine had been sitting in the darkness for several hours now, and it had given him time to do a lot of thinking. He couldn't stay in the Warblers. He didn't belong with them anymore. There was something about the things they did that just didn't sit right with him now. He knew it was Kurt and all his goodness that had awoken these doubts in him. Kurt fascinated him. He was intelligent, and funny, and talented, and beautiful, and perfect. Blaine closed his eyes and hugged his knees to his chest. Whether he felt right about all this or not, there was no way he'd be able to escape the authorities now. They knew his face, and even if he wanted to live a normal life, he couldn't. Suddenly it was hard for him to swallow. He'd never see Kurt again. It hadn't really hit him until now, and as he held back the tears that threatened to fall, he thought that if he could just see him one more time, everything would be okay.

"Blaine," Wes hissed, yanking him out of his reverie, "Go check and see if the coast is clear." Blaine felt his way up the stairs to the door, poking his head out to check.

"It's clear."

"Now's our chance."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Thad asked anxiously. "What if they see us?"

"Then run, you idiot," Wes snarled. "We'll split up. Find your own way out of here. Steal only what you need and don't be seen. Meet at the trading post in McKinley."

There was a murmured agreement. McKinley was just the next town over. It wasn't far. They could be there by morning if they hurried.

"Good," Wes said gruffly. "If you're not there by noon tomorrow, we're leaving you."

Thad opened his mouth to protest, but Wes was already heading up the stairs. Blaine felt his heart start pounding.

Could this be the last chance he'd been hoping for?

Kurt awoke with a start. The first thing he registered were eyes. Hazel eyes, shining green in the moonlight coming in his window. The second thing he registered was the soft finger pressed gently to his lips. Someone was standing by his bed.

"Shhh," the figure whispered. "Kurt, it's me."

Kurt reached up, threading his fingers between Blaine's. "I know."

They just looked at each other for a moment, Blaine stroking his thumb across the back of Kurt's hand.

"How did you get past them?" Kurt whispered.

Blaine shrugged. "Comes with being a Warbler. You learn things."

"Like how to scale a building?" Kurt asked, the side of his mouth quirking up.

"You have a conveniently placed window," Blaine whispered, smiling. Kurt gave a soft laugh.

"I just came...to say goodbye," Blaine said, his voice catching at the end. Kurt's smile faded.

"I know that too, Blaine Anderson." Kurt reached up, moving one hand into Blaine's soft curls. Slowly, he guided Blaine's head forward, towards his own. Their lips met in the gentlest of kisses. Blaine placed a hand on Kurt's cheek, deepening the kiss. Their lips parted in unison, Kurt's tongue reaching out to poke curiously at Blaine's bottom lip. Blaine sighed, his hand moving slowly from Kurt's cheek to his neck, to his chest, and down. He moved his other hand up to join the first, his callused fingers catching at Kurt's nipples as they hardened under his hands. Kurt's breath hitched in his throat at the sensation. Blaine shifted his body onto the bed, one leg on either side of his lean body. He reached down to the hem of Kurt's shirt, glancing up at him for consent. Kurt nodded, his breath coming more quickly now. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, Blaine lifted the shirt, exposing Kurt's porcelain stomach. He bit his lip, just looking. Kurt was so beautiful. He smiled hesitantly, hooking his thumbs into Blaine's belt loops.

"Now you," he whispered. Blaine unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it to the floor before removing the thin undershirt. Kurt could do nothing but stare at Blaine's exposed torso, rippling with muscle and dark hair. He reached out to Blaine with shaking fingers, aching to just touch him. Anywhere. He placed his palm flat on Blaine's chest and suddenly, everything went up in flames. Delicious, dangerous flames. Heat coursed through them, connecting them, and Kurt sat up, knotting his fingers roughly in Blaine's curls and yanking him down on top of him, crushing and hot. His chest hair was scratchy against his smooth skin, and for some reason there was nothing more attractive to him. Blaine tasted better than anything or anyone, and Kurt would happily live on Blaine for the rest of his life if he could. It was heaven, lying beneath him, his hands pressed desperately to Blaine's back, pulling him closer and closer.

Blaine moved his waist into Kurt's, then, and both of them gasped, breaking the kiss. Blaine leaned his head slowly against Kurt's, staring into his eyes before doing it again. Kurt moaned, low in his throat, his hips twitching up to meet Blaine's involuntarily.

"Is that okay?" Blaine asked softly. Kurt could only nod. Blaine reached down to Kurt's pajama pants, tugging at the waistband. Asking permission. Kurt placed one hand against Blaine's cheek, moving him gently to look at him.

"Please," he whispered hoarsely. Blaine bit his lip, removing Kurt's pants bit by bit. First, just below his waist, exposing the top of the patch of dark hair. Lower. Lower. His fingers brushed against Kurt's cock, straining against the thin material of Kurt's pajamas and Kurt let out another moan, shoving his fist into his mouth to quiet himself. Then, his pants were off, lying at the foot of the bed, and Kurt was completely naked.

Blaine had never seen anything more perfect in his entire life.

Kurt's face was flushed, his cheeks a delicate shade of pink. His blue eyes were dark in the moonlight, his pupils blown with lust. His lips, his perfectly soft lips were parted ever so slightly. His graceful body sprawled out in front of Blaine, his cock hard and leaking onto his stomach with need. Blaine leaned down and instinctively swept his tongue across the small pool of precome there. Kurt bit his lip, trying not to moan again. Blaine trailed his fingers along the inside of Kurt's thigh, teasing.

"Kurt, you're so beautiful." Blaine leaned down, kissing Kurt's left hipbone, and then the right. "I...I want to taste you. Can I?" Kurt nodded vigorously.

"Please, Blaine," he moaned. "Please." Carefully, tentatively, Blaine closed his mouth around Kurt's cock. Kurt's eyes widened and he turned his head to bite his pillow, fighting the urge to scream at how amazing Blaine's mouth was. His hips twitched up again, and Blaine reached an arm up to hold Kurt down, adjusting his hold on Kurt's cock. He swept his tongue across the slit, pressing just under the head. His other hand wrapped around the part he couldn't reach with his mouth, squeezing. Kurt whined, his hands fisting into the covers and his back arching with pleasure.

"OH, Blaine," he groaned. Blaine pulled his mouth off Kurt's cock, leaning back up to Kurt's mouth. Kurt's chest heaved beneath him as he pressed a finger to Kurt's lips again.

"Shhhh," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Kurt's lips before sinking his mouth back around Kurt's cock. Kurt grabbed his pillow, pressing it against his face. Blaine sucked harder, taking Kurt as deeply as he could into his throat. He hummed, low in the back of his throat. The vibrations around Kurt's cock were too much for him, and he sat up, quickly pulling Blaine off. Blaine blinked plaintively at him.

"I wasn't finished," he said. Kurt laughed breathlessly.

"If you hummed like that anymore, I would've been." Blaine grinned at him, leaning forward to kiss him. Kurt's graceful fingers latched onto the button of his jeans, unbuttoning and beginning to pull. Soon they were off-along with Blaine's boots and socks-lying on the floor next to his shirt. Blaine fell on top of him, their bodies pressing together. Blaine sighed at how heavenly Kurt felt pressed against him. He kissed him, grinding his waist against Kurt's. They both sighed with relief at the friction, moving faster and faster. Then, Kurt stopped.

"What is it?"

"Blaine, I want you inside me."

Blaine stared, his heart pounding wildly at the thought.

"Please," Kurt added, his eyes begging.

"I...I've never done it before," Blaine said, casting his eyes downward shamefully. Kurt kissed him.

"I haven't either. It's okay." Blaine nodded, staring into Kurt's eyes.

"You or me?" Blaine whispered.

"You do it."

Blaine nodded again, his fingers trembling as he brought them to Kurt's lips. Kurt sucked them into his mouth, running his tongue around them, getting them good and wet. Blaine moved his hand down.

"You're sure?"

Kurt nodded.

Blaine's wet fingers traced over Kurt's hole once, twice. He pressed in, one. Slowly. Just the tip. Then farther. Farther. He was in up to the knuckle when it started to hurt. Kurt gasped, pressing his hand flat against Blaine's chest.

"You okay?" Blaine asked, pausing worriedly.

"Fine," Kurt gasped. "Just...go slow."

Blaine pressed in a little farther. "Just relax," he whispered. "Try pressing against my finger."

Kurt did, wincing at the burning sensation. After a few seconds, the pain began to subside as his muscles relaxed. Blaine withdrew his finger, slipping it into his mouth to get it wet again. Again, he reached in, slowly. Farther. Then, he turned his hand, hooking his finger gently upward, touching Kurt's prostate. His body jerked, a gasp escaping him.

"Holy shit," Kurt gasped. Blaine pulled all the way out before slipping another finger in. Kurt pressed against Blaine's finger again until the pain subsided. They did the same with three fingers. Blaine pulled out, then, moving to kiss Kurt's lips.

"You ready?"

"Yeah."

"Uhm," Blaine's voice shook, "It might be..do you want to turn around...?" Kurt shook his head.

"No. I want to see you." Blaine nodded.

"Right."

Gently, he moved Kurt's knees apart, brushing the head of his cock across Kurt's hole, stretched and waiting for him. They locked eyes, and Kurt nodded. Blaine began to push in. It was very different from Blaine's fingers. Blaine was thick and long and BIG. And it hurt. Kurt closed his eyes, bit his lip, and took it. Blaine's body trembled with the willpower it took not to press all the way in and fuck Kurt as hard as he could. He was so tight and wet and goddamn perfect. But he held out. And he waited. Minutes passed. Then Kurt leaned up ever so slightly and whispered one word in his ear:

"Move."

Blaine did, pulling out only a bit before pushing back in. Gently. Letting Kurt get used to it.

"Harder."

Blaine pushed harder this time, leaning his head into Kurt's neck. Kurt felt so good around him. Blaine began to move faster, and faster, pushing in harder with each stroke. He moved Kurt's leg, lifting it over his shoulder. With the angle change, he hit Kurt's prostate with every stroke, harder and harder and faster and faster. Kurt couldn't contain his moans this time, his knuckles turning white with the force with which he clutched the sheets. Their bodies slid against each other, slick with sweat. Blaine's hands clung to Kurt's hips, pressing hard enough to bruise. Kurt liked the idea of Blaine leaving marks. Something to remember him by. His leg slipped off of Blaine's shoulder, but Blaine kept going, his hips pounding against Kurt's. His head fell to Kurt's chest and his lips latched onto a nipple, sucking and biting gently. His hand wrapped roughly around Kurt's cock and squeezed. He whispered, then:

"Kurt."

Blaine's rough voice was enough to bring Kurt over the edge. He felt heat coiling in his stomach and he was coming, hot liquid pooling on his stomach. His body convulsed and he cried out, clenching around Blaine's cock. He felt Blaine's body sink into his, Blaine shaking as he came too, letting his cock slide of out Kurt. They lay against each other for a moment, just wanting one more minute with each other. Kurt traced Blaine's spine gently with his fingers, just holding him. He wanted more than anything to stay here forever. He'd do anything to just have this moment last forever. He felt his eyes fill as reality began to sink in. He was never going to see Blaine again.

Almost as if Blaine knew what he was thinking, he sat up, retrieving his clothes. He dug through the pockets of his pants, pulling out his handkerchief and cleaning them up. Kurt could only watch, blinking hard against the tears stinging his eyes. Blaine slipped his undershirt on and his boots, leaning down to pull the covers up over Kurt's waist. He pressed his lips to Kurt's, giving him one last kiss. Kurt swallowed hard against the lump in his throat. Blaine stroked his thumb across Kurt's cheek, just once.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I know," Kurt whispered shakily, smiling a watery smile. "I love you too." Blaine opened the window and slipped out as silently as he had come in. Kurt jumped out of bed and rushed to the window to watch him go. Blaine slid down the roof and onto the ground, looking back only once to lift his hand in a wave, as he'd done twice before. Kurt waved back.

When he had disappeared out of sight, Kurt turned back to his room, feeling empty and lost. He spotted something on the ground, then. An overshirt. Blaine's.

He lifted it to his nose, breathing in the scent of Blaine.

Kurt let the tears fall.

THAT. Was HARD. I've never written smut before, so I don't know how that went. Before you kill me, this is not the end. I can't do that to my characters (or rather, Fox's). It kills me that they don't get happy endings.

So don't worry! This story is Klaine, not Kurt and Blaine and Their Separate Lives Lived Separately. Phew. Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Byeeee3