Kurt tightened the towel around his hips as he left the small bathroom. Rachel crouched over their small dining table, in their small living/dining room, which was connected to their small kitchen and small bedrooms. She was scribbling on a small piece of paper with regularly sized pen. "Oh, you're out!" she smiled, straightening back up and dropping the pen "I was writing you a note, but since you're here. I'm going out. Grocery shopping."

"Oh… huh, ok. I guess."

"Do you need something?"

"Hmmm… no. I don't think so." He muttered, rubbing his neck as he thought, the water from his hair dripping over his hand "Well, maybe you could pick me up some… mmm… condoms…? Since you're going out."

"It's already on the shopping list, please, Kurt! Who do you take me for? I'm more than well aware Blaine comes back tomorrow." She giggled "I'm torn between staying here getting to know him as well as I can or leaving you two alone to make gay babies."

"You will go." Kurt said at once, but the blush was immediate as he realized the forwardness of his words "I mean… not that we… well… we will… maybe… I hope. But."

"Kurt." She beamed sweetly stepping forward with an understanding hand on his shoulder "Your boyfriend is coming, after spending most of your relationship apart, you'll finally be together again. And he's hot. He's really hot. You get to be excited. And horny."

"Rachel!" He gasped "Go… leave now!" he took her shoulders and spun her around, finding himself more amused now than embarrassed and chuckled as Rachel giggled and gasped.

"Are you going…? Now? You just showered, Kurt!"

"Rachel!"

"Naughty you!" She shot over her shoulder just before Kurt shut the door right after her and sighed, rolling his eyes.

He made his way to his bedroom shaking his head and smiling. Rachel was so very right when it came to Kurt being horny and excited and everything he could be about Blaine coming back the very next day, but she was naïve to think he hadn't already taken care of some of that excitement in the shower. She was naïve to think he needed her out of the house for that (they'd lived together for one week now, and with the amount of time she spent home, he had given up by day three, and instead chose to find successful ways to make it go by unnoticed. So what if he had to take his showers a little longer? Or put his bedtime music a little louder?).

Of course had he know she was heading out he would've waited, and he would have actually taken all of the liberties he was dying to take. Alas, no such luck… he had a lot of cleaning and unpacking to do anyway, and now he might as well use his time alone to do it as he very well pleased and taking a break from all the show tunes that had been blasting in their home for the last week. Don't get me wrong, Kurt loooved show tunes, but so did Rachel and as a result they always played show tunes. He hadn't even noticed how much of a break from them he needed till he was presented with the possibility to chose something for himself and himself alone.

He opened his 'home alone' clothes drawer and gasped as he noticed it was practically empty. He had taken way too many liberties with Rachel. How was this possible? Were they really that comfortable with each other? Between confused, alarmed and amused Kurt sighed and picked up the only pair of short available (which were short shorts, like really short shorts) and his Likes Boys T-Shirt from New Direction's Born This Way performance at Regionals his Junior Year.

In less than ten minutes he was rocking out to Lady Gaga, broom in hand serving as a microphone rather than actually sweeping the floor.

"I want your loving, I want your revenge, you and me could write a bad romance!" He sang along, top of his lungs, hopping on one of their kitchen stools. "Ohowowoohoho Caught in a bad roma- Rachel? Are you back already? Did you forget something?" the front door closing, audible somehow over the loud music. Kurt hopped of the stool just as the music was turned off. "Rachel, just yell something so I know it's not a ser-" He stopped dead on his tracks as he rounded the door frame from kitchen to living room and found, right there, standing by their stereo, hand still on it, none other than Blaine Anderson. "… Blaine…?"

"Hi!" He beamed, holding his hand in a shot but excited wave "Rachel's lovely, by the way."

Kurt stuttered and gasped and looked from Blaine to the door, next to which was big black bag and only slightly smaller red backpack, to Blaine, to everywhere. "You… Tomorrow… what… here."

"You're eloquent." Blaine chuckled, starting to move towards Kurt.

Kurt was moving before he knew it and his arms threw themselves around Blaine and held him tightly, burying his nose in Blaine's hair and inhaling deeply. He felt as Blaine's arms wrapped themselves around his waist, squeezing strongly. The broom slipped out of Kurt's weak grasp and brushed against his leg and it clicked and he remembered. He was wearing short shorts, and a stupid T-shirt. And his hair was still damp and not even properly combed… And… "Oh no!" he gasped and threw his hands in front of himself, keeping Blaine away "I look like an idiot!"

"What?"

"Oh god!" he groaned hiding his face in his hands and took off sprinting towards his bedroom.

"What Kurt?" Blaine called after him as Kurt threw himself on top of his bed pulling a pillow over his head.

"DON'T COME IN HERE!" but it was too late as Blaine was climbing on top of Kurt and dropping his full weight on him with a grunt and a chuckle. "Ilooklikeanidiot."

"What are you talking about?" Blaien laughed, trying to pry the pillow out of Kurt's unyielding grasp "You look perfect!"

"My clothes are stupid, Blaine." He chanced peeking and found Blaine smiling, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Well, I haven't seen you in more than a month, Kurt, so you could be wearing a garbage bag and you'd be perfect in my eyes." He cooed, finally taking Kurt's pillow away, and throwing it aside "Besides… I love the T-Shirt…" he smirked "and I worship these shorts."

Kurt his face in his hands "They're ridiculous! This is why you can't surprise me!"

"I can prove objectively and without a shadow of a doubt they're awesome." Blaine smiled. And Kurt felt Blaine's body shift slightly, before he suddenly felt a careful, tantalizing hand coming to rest on his thigh. "If you'd been wearing pants, I wouldn't have been able to do this." He smirked as his hand pressed a little more firmly, fingers digging slightly into Kurt's flesh as Blaine's other hand combed through his hair gently.

Kurt's breath hitched slightly and he moved his hands to find Blaine's amazingly bright eyes staring at him amused, sweet, passionate, caring, fun and sexy. He managed to gasp out "You have a point…" somehow.

Blaine laughed, and his breath tingled Kurt's lips. Kurt's hands moved of their own accord as gentle fingers came to caress Blaine's cheeks and neck.

"Hey…" Blaine breathed.

"Hi…" Kurt beamed, finally realizing what had just happened. Blaine was right there. a day earlier. Lying on top of him, in his bed, so incredibly real. He reached up and captured Blaine's lips in his, feeling his smiling into the kiss and smiling just as much because of it. He wrapped his arms tightly around Blaine's neck pulling him closer, and he felt Blaine's hand on his thigh slide over to his hip holding on in a gentle grip. It was everything he remembered and then more. And when they pulled apart, Blaine sucking on Kurt's lower lips until the very last second they were both grinning like a pair of big idiots "You're back!"

"I'm back…"

"How… I mean, I know how… but what… I…" Kurt sighed and laughed "Never mind, I can't make sense right now."

"I don't really need you to…" Blaine muttered before diving back in for Kurt's mouth, his tongue darting out almost instantly to lick at his lips, and Kurt complied instinctively. Blaine's tongue mapped out the hoot inside of Kurt's mouth, before it retreated followed closely by Kurt's, and for a while they danced a little bit, until Blaine's urgency got the best of him and he sucked between his own lips. It went straight to Kurt's groin and he bucked, pulling away to gasp and breathe sharply.

"Blaine…!"

Blaine didn't really let him get that much oxygen before he crushed their lips together again. He took Kurt's lip between his teeth for a second or two before letting go, pressing another gentler kiss on the abused skin and moving on to press open mouth kisses over his jaw, tongue always coming to lap at the skin, tasting it. Kurt buried his hands in Blaine's hair, silky curls around his fingers.

Kurt could feel Blaine's arising erection pressing against his hip and he knew it was impossible for Blaine not to feel his on his own hip. He moved his hands to grab at Blaine's ass, holding on to it tightly and pushing their hips closer, gasping at the friction. Blaine moaned, his mouth faltering against Kurt's Adam's apple and his hands suddenly going to grab Kurt's thighs, pulling them up, and Kurt's muscles moved of their own accord as they wrapped themselves around Blaine, replacing their hands as a means to keep their hips together and moving. Before they knew it, their cocks were aligned and they had a steady though fast growing rhythm.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Blaine gasped out pulling back and freezing their movements. His lips looked deliciously swollen, his cheeks were flushed and his eyes were dark "How.. How far?"

"I don't… I… Rach- I don't have condoms… yet." Kurt sighed, trying desperately to communicate that that was the only reason why isn't answer wasn't a flat out "All the way."

"I… I h-have." Blaine panted out. It was almost like a question. Like he was making sure this wasn't just Kurt's excuse.

Kurt barely stopped himself from laughing at Blaine before almost pushing off himself "Then go get them!"

Blaine grinned before jumping to his feet and scrambling away, tripping over himself quite a few times. Kurt rolled over to bury his face in the sheets, laughing. He was still chuckling as he heard Blaine running back, kicking his shoes off without pausing to do so. Soon enough strong hands had taken a hold of his legs, just above the back of his knee and a mouth was pressing open mouthed kisses up his inner thigh. Kurt's chuckles were gasps and moans without him even registering the change. He was torn between flipping over, or letting Blaine continue to dig his fingers into his thighs like that, inching higher and higher, pushing his legs further and further apart with each kiss. Blaine's fingers slipped under the cotton fabric of Kurt's shorts, and briefs, and they both gasped as his hands grabbed the smooth, form skin of Kurt's ass. The only warning before Blaine's teeth scraped against the back of his upper leg was the hot ghost of his breath and Kurt squirmed and bucked against the mattress. The friction was delicious, but it was also not enough and that was what it took for Kurt to turn himself over to face Blaine once again, who now found himself with his face close to Kurt's crotch, and didn't even blink before burying his face, mouthing at Kurt's clothed cock.

Kurt gasped before grabbing Blaine's shoulders and pulling him up for searing kiss, his hands reaching down to Blaine's ass to press their hips back together and once again wrapping his legs around them. He brought his hands up Blaine's back, bringing his T-shirt with them, and Blaine did the same to his. As soon as they'd yanked them off over each other's heads they were crashing, bare chest to bare chest, hungry lips to hungry lips.

Kurt pulled them backwards, letting Blaine practically collapse on him in his haste to follow Kurt's movement without losing any point of contact. Their chuckle over the clumsiness of the whole thing died short as their hips found their place and rhythm again. In a swift movement he flipped them over, straddling Blaine now and sitting up to watch as his hands travelled, exploring Blaine's chest like it was one of the seven wonders of the world. Blaine took one of his hands in his and brought it up to his mouth to kiss the palm, and the fingertips and smile in a such a way that was almost chaste, were it not for the setting, but so overwhelmingly beautiful in its sentiment and genuine feeling.

Kurt returned the smile just as honestly before sinking to press open mouthed kisses over Blaine's chest and shoulders, his hands sneaking down south to unbutton Blaine's jeans. Upon this, Blaine made sure, as well, that Kurt's shorts were just as ready to come off, and they were soon in their thin briefs as pants and shorts collapsed in a heap on the floor.

Blaine gasped as Kurt's hand palmed him, only separated by the thin layer of cotton, and his hands shot instinctively to grab Kurt's ass, slipping under and pushing briefs down carelessly. He grabbed it and kneaded its flesh with intensity, like it was all his hands ever wanted to do, as the pressure brought their hips so close Kurt's hand had to leave for lack of space. Blaine was vaguely aware of Kurt fumbling for something on the bed before Kurt pulled back a little bit. "Give me your hand."

Blaine complied without questioning and as his hear the plastic click of a lid popping up he actually bucked up at the thought. Kurt squeezed a generous amount of lube onto his fingers. He clicked it shut, and threw it back to some far off place in the bed, before taking Blaine's wrist and guiding it around his back. He stopped as they were almost there, his eyes searching for Blaine's a little nervous and uncertain "I… Hum… Is this… Is this ok?"

"What?" Blaine frowned, but as soon as he did he understood and immediately nodded frantically "Yeah, yeah, whatever you want, I want. I don't – Yeah, that's , that's… ok."

"I just… I wasn't sure if you'd want to… top." Kurt smiled, seeming to relax a little, his hand on Blaine's wrist a little loser.

"It…" Blaine breathed, wanting nothing but continuing to move his hand towards its rightful place "It's not… always. I'm not… I don't… Not only." God, he his way with words was amazing!

Kurt almost laughed as he relaxed even more "Good…" he dipped down to kiss Blaine, hungrily, eager to return both of them to the discovery and reverie of their bodies. He gave Blaine's hand one last tug in the right direction before moving to push his underwear all the way down, kicking it off, stopping as gasping halfway through it when Blaine's fingers started teasing at the tender flesh of his entrance.

Blaine reveled in the sound and with one hand gripping Kurt's waist flipped them over once more, loving how Kurt's legs seemed to fit perfectly around his waist, wide open and inviting. He paused just enough to in a swift movement discard of his own underwear, before going back to tease Kurt's flesh and taking his lips to suck gently at Kurt's nipple. The feel of Kurt coming undone under him was a little too much for him and he thrust his finger into Kurt a little too fast. He froze as he hear Kurt's sharp intake of breath "I'm so sorry! God!"

"No, no, no. It's ok. Keep-keep going."

"But I- But you!"

"Keep going!"

Blaine didn't really need telling twice and after one last worried glance at Kurt, who was three his head back and sucked his lower lip, trapping it under his teeth, he started to move his finger. He pumped it only a few times before Kurt was actually moving his hips down his finger and gasping "More! Blaine! Please!"

"Oh god, oh god, oh god…" Blaine muttered, over and over again as he complied, adding another finger and watching in wonder as Kurt was quick to once again take it all, writhing beneath Blaine, fisting the bed spread in his hands as if he was looking for some kind of hold on life.

"More!"

As Blaine added the third finger he understood just how soon Kurt would be asking for yet more, and that when he did, it would be his cock, and not his finger in Kurt. In that warm, tight heath. It made Blaine lose all inhibition and concern – well if Kurt was literally and of his own accord fucking Blaine's fingers, then who was he to be concerned? He pumped hard and with just as much conviction as Kurt's movements, and Kurt groaned louder than ever before.

"God, yes!"

Blaine was torn between keeping it going, steady and hard, and stopping just to watch. This was, by far the most puzzling, unexpected and, well, dirty thing he'd ever witnessed in his sexual life (which, maybe now he would've thought a little boring, in retrospect, if something as simple as Kurt liking it rough and hard could actually count as that kinky) – but it was also one of the most amazing and spectacular things he'd seen. The way Kurt couldn't seem to stand still, always looking for something to hold on too, or another way to feel things, like nothing was ever enough but in the best way possible. Blaine had never known how much he craved this kind of abandon until now, until having his fingers inside of Kurt, and having him under him so raw, so instinctive.

He moved his fingers slightly, angling them and knew he'd done it as Kurt let out the highest gasp – or was it loud enough to count as a scream? He watched as Kurt's hand flew to cover his mouth, his teeth digging into his own flesh and He immediately took hold of Kurt's wrist and pulled it away, pinning it over his head "No… scream if you want… I wanna hear… you…. Oh god!" he gasped as Kurt surged forward pressing his mouth to his neck, sucking and licking it.

"More… you… more. Please… now!" Kurt mumbled against his Blaine in ragged breaths, desperation seeping through.

Blaine didn't need asking twice – he was never one to make people beg. He pulled himself away just enough to grab the condom, rip it open and pulled it over himself, slicking it up with lube. In no time he was surging forward again, moving to hover over Kurt, aligning their bodies. Kurt didn't look way from his once, not even for a split second, as he took Blaine's cock and guided it towards the right place. He moved on hand to Blaine's ass, and pushed him in, just slow enough not to hurt, but fast enough that Blaine's was gasping and groaning at the sudden rush of sensations. Once he was all inside, both of them throwing their head backs and holding their breaths, he only waited a few moments before pulling back, almost all the way. He paused, opening his eyes and making sure he could see Kurt's gloriously flushed face, and then he thrust inside – watched as Kurt's eyes fell shut once more, squeezed tight as he gasped. The hand at Blaine's ass holding on tight as for dear life. He did it again, and again and again… Every time Kurt's gasp would get louder and louder and his was barely aware that he was also on the verge of screaming

As he was about to pick up some pace, unable to control himself for much longer, Kurt's hands came to stop the movement, holding his hips in place, before pushing them out, all the way. He didn't even have time to frown or be confused before Kurt pushed him around and in a swift movement Blaine was lying on his back, Kurt throwing his leg over him. "My turn…" He muttered, his voice hoarse and a breathy. He reached behind, as he held his hips away from Blaine's flesh. Slow and tantalizing Blaine felt Kurt's grip be replace with tightness and heat and he squirmed and whined, moving his hands to Kurt's thighs just so he could hold on to anything.

Kurt built a low steady pace at first, taking Blaine's hands into his and pinning them on each side of his face, hovering just close enough for Blaine to kiss his neck every time he felt too overwhelmed by everything and needed something, anything!

"Kurt… KurtKurtKurt…." The name tumbled out of his lips as if it was the only thig he was ever meant to say.

He felt as Kurt angled himself and his breath caught and he paused for a millisecond in his movement, biting his lip down and burying his face Blaine's neck "Blaine…" he moaned.

He did again and again, and he was starting to go faster and Blaine was torn between loving the sweet, deliciously torturous pace that had now, and wanting it faster, and harder, and more.

"Blaine… I have to… faster… harder… ok?"

"Yesyesyesyesyes!" he gasped, Kurt's low, needy voice making any and all decisions for Blaine in a split second. Immediately Kurt started increasing the pace, not able to hold out himself now, every time Blaine hit the spot. Blaine remembered vaguely of liking… loving, worshiping the rhythm they had going before but now he didn't exactly now why, because this was everything. And he wanted to clasp his hands around Blaine's hips, bury them in his ass, hold on to him tight and hard and help him ride him, like they were born to do it, but he couldn't because Kurt was holding them so tight, against the bed, and Blaine didn't know what he wanted more – have control back over his body, or letting Kurt have it all and never do anything else but surrendering it to Kurt.

They kissed, a messy crash of lips and teeth and tongue, but in the middle of everything else it wasn't anything but perfect. Kurt sped up even more and if Blaine wasn't coming so undone and losing all sense of awareness or conscious he might have worried about his muscles being sore later on.

Suddenly the hold on one of Blaine's hands was gone and Kurt was fisting himself, pumping his own cock fast and rough and Blaine groaned at the sight, torn between watching and doing it himself – after a particularly loud moan from Kurt the latter won and he barely remember to lick his own hand, making it wet and slick, before wrapping it around Kurt and thrusting just as vigorously.

Kurt screamed "Oh God Blaine!" he held their heads together, forehead against forehead, his now free hand tangled in Blaine's dark curls "I'm gonna, I'm gonna… I can't…"

"Me too…" Blaine had time to gasp as much before one incredibly hard thurst into Kurt and he was arching his back and tensing every muscle in his body crying out a string of nonsense and Kurt's name and he barely even registered as he cried out "KurtGodKurt! I love you, I love you, I love you!" It tumbled out of his lips so naturally, so effortlessly… And he was more concerned with watched Kurt threw his head back, fisted Blaine's curls, tightened his hold on his wrist, arched his back and cried out, clenching in waves around Blaine and coming into his hand and across their stomachs.

They stood quietly and in place there for a few moments, breathing harshly, trying to regain their groundings, trying to come off their highs. Kurt smiled sweetly, his eyes half closed but with just as much expression as ever, as he slowly rose, Blaine slipping out of him. He carefully took out the condom and tied a knot to it as he made his way out of the bed and out of the bedroom.

Blaine looked lazily around himself for the first time. There was still a few boxes lined up against the window wall, And he realized with a tinge of shock that the window was wide open, and with the noises they'd been making there was no way in hell they hadn't just gave a spectacular show to the streets of New York. He couldn't bring himself to care more than to blush slightly and giggle.

"What're you giggling at…?" Kurt smiled slipping back inside with a moist towel, his stomach already perfectly clean.

"Your window was open the whole time. We were… loud… so."

"So, now my neighbors are horny." Kurt shrugged, climbing next to Blaine and tenderly cleaning him "They'll thank me one day for the wonders we will do for their sex lives."

Blaine laughed as Kurt put the towel away and moved to snuggle into Blaine's arms. Blaine held him close, burying his nose in Kurt's soft hair, breathing in deep. Kurt smiled and wrapped his arms tightly around his waist before holding himself up just enough to look into Blaine's eyes and saying softly "I love you too, by the way."

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So, yeah, he's the epilogue, I hope you like it and I hope you've enjoyed this little story as well. Tell me what you thought of it, please ;)

Now that I've written a lot of pages worth of porn I'm going to go watch the most pornographic movie in theaters (Shame with Michael Fassbender) alone because it would be really awkward to go with anyone.

Again, I'm sorry for how long it took to finish and keep updates coming steadily, but… yeah. So, it's been fun. I have one over two ideas I'm turning around my head at the moment, but I don't think I'll post them unless I finish or am like two pages away of finishing them because I don't wanna risk having this happen again. I know how terrible it is to start reading a WIP and then it's abandoned and you're like… what? why?

So, thanks for everything, have fun, enjoy and have lots of klainbows, klisses and klugs!