Hello everyone! I hope you had a great week.

I'm sure you won't mind this early update - I might be busy tomorrow and I didn't want to keep you waiting until Sunday to know what happens after Kurt and Blaine finally took the next big step!

Thanks for all the lovely reactions to the last chapter.

And once again, thanks to Christine for checking this chapter for typos and my crappy grammar :)

Enjoy!

A ray of sunlight fell right on the middle of Blaine's bed. The clothes that last night had been thrown all over the floor were now folded in a neat pile on top of the dresser, and the room still smelled of sex mixed with Blaine's cologne.

Kurt was still asleep. His face was buried on a pillow, and he breathed peacefully and deeply, his sated, naked body covered from the waist down by the sheets. His arm stretched towards the left side of the bed almost instinctively, and when he found nothing but emptiness, Kurt woke up slowly, like the absence was pulling him from his dreams.

He knew exactly where he was, and even if he had had trouble remembering who this room belonged to, the scent of Blaine's skin and the unforgettable flashes of what had happened only a few hours ago were fresh all around him. His backside, also a reminder, was slightly sore, but not uncomfortably so. It was more like his body remembered exactly what Blaine had done to it, and needed it again so urgently that it was screaming for it.

However, not finding Blaine right beside him sent a little pang of worry through Kurt, who stretched his arms over his head and sat up.

He didn't have much time to freak out – did Blaine regret this already? Had he not intended on taking things so far? Was he worried about what would happen if someone at work found out? Did he think Kurt was terrible in bed? – because the door opened and Blaine walked into the room on his tiptoes, as if he didn't want to wake Kurt. His hair was wet and still curly, and he was wearing a pair of boxers and an old college t-shirt.

When he saw Kurt was awake, he smiled so brightly every worry Kurt had ever had flew out the window and straight into the sun.

"Good morning," Blaine said, heading towards the bed.

"Good morning," Kurt replied, as Blaine pressed a knee on the mattress to get closer to him for a kiss. Kurt's eyes widened and he covered his mouth with his hand. "Morning breath!" He warned.

Blaine chuckled, and pulled on Kurt's hand. "I don't care," he murmured, and gave him a mint-flavored kiss.

Kurt forgot about his breath immediately, and when Blaine pulled away, he tried to chase his lips, making him laugh again.

"Did you sleep well?" Blaine asked, and it looked like the smile was perpetually stuck on his face now.

Kurt smiled back. "Never better," he answered. He looked down at his hands, and then added: "I did worry for a moment when I didn't see you in bed. I thought you might…" He allowed the phrase to hang in the air, letting Blaine fill in the obvious blanks.

"I don't regret a single thing," Blaine assured him immediately, and grabbed one of Kurt's hands. "In fact, I may be having trouble behaving knowing you're not wearing anything underneath that sheet."

His words seemed so unexpected that Kurt let out a loud laughter, before controlling himself. "Mr. Anderson, you're insatiable."

Blaine groaned and leaned his head on Kurt's shoulder, dropping a kiss to his bare skin. "If I didn't have a one year old about to wake up any minute now, I wouldn't let you leave this bed for the rest of the weekend."

"That's a great plan, and I demand a rain-check," Kurt teased. "But now I think I need a shower. I'm all disgusting." He wrinkled his nose as he looked down at the dried come on his chest, which he had just noticed. He felt his cheeks heating up.

Blaine, thankfully, didn't make any comments about it, and simply told him he had already set things up for Kurt in the bathroom, including a brand new toothbrush that he could keep here. He blushed a bit too as he said that, and Kurt felt so happy he could have danced his way to the bathroom.

He only allowed himself a little shimmy once the door was safely closed behind him.

By the time he walked into the kitchen, Max was awake and sitting on his high chair. He smiled widely when he saw him.

"Hi Urt!" He screamed happily.

Kurt smiled and kissed the top of his head. "Good morning, Max! Is that a new word?"

"He's on a roll today," Blaine said, from where he was standing by the stove, cooking breakfast. He lifted a carton of orange juice. "What's this, Max?" He asked.

Max clapped. "Juice!"

"That's right!" Kurt exclaimed excitedly. "You're the smartest little boy I've ever met!"

"Isn't he?" Blaine said, pride dripping from his words. He glanced at Kurt for a moment, eyes shifting over the comfy clothes he was wearing, darkening for a second. Kurt filed away this new knowledge that Blaine liked to see him in his clothes, even if they were a little short on him. "I'm making pancakes, is that alright?"

Kurt hummed in contentment as he headed straight for the coffee pot. "That sounds great."

The three of them had breakfast together, pointing at all the different things on the table and trying to teach Max how to say their names. By the time Kurt was on his second cup of coffee, the little boy had added milk and spoon to his repertoire.

Once they were done, Kurt insisted on doing the dishes, and Blaine, after giving him a quick peck on the lips in thanks, said he would give Max a bath in the meantime. Kurt had trouble avoiding the fantasy that took shape in his head, where this was normal and usual and completely out of the ordinary, where Kurt hadn't stayed for the night, but actually lived here, where he was part of this little family…

He was shaken back to reality by the insistent buzzing on his phone, and completely forgot about it when he realized he had two dozen texts from Rachel, who was out of her mind with concern because he hadn't gone home the previous night.

Kurt texted her back, apologizing for not letting her know he was staying at Blaine's, and telling her he would be home later. However, when she replied with a million excited emojis and asked for details, Kurt decided to go back to ignoring his phone for the next few hours.

Blaine walked into the kitchen with Max in his arms, wrapped in a towel and holding a rubber ducky with a bowtie (of course. Of course the ducky has a bowtie, Kurt thought). For a moment, Kurt wondered what he was supposed to do. Now that breakfast was over, was he supposed to just go back to his apartment? He really didn't want to leave, but he knew he had to at some point, and he didn't want to overstay his welcome, either.

"Hey, I was thinking…" Blaine said. "It's a really lovely day to take Max to the park."

"Oh," Kurt said, interpreting that as Blaine politely saying he wanted to hang out with his nephew. "Sure…"

"What do you say? We could take him, maybe grab a bite somewhere for lunch?" Blaine asked, watching him as if measuring his reaction. "Unless you have other plans…"

Kurt grinned at him, relieved. "Nope. No other plans. I'm all yours."

Blaine's eyes morphed into that golden shade Kurt had discovered last night at those words, and Kurt felt a shiver run down his spine. "Really, now?" He asked in a tone of voice that seemed completely inappropriate while holding his one year old nephew.

Kurt decided to change the subject, or he would have to drag Blaine back to bed, even if that meant Max would have to fend for himself for a while. "Do you want help dressing him?"

Blaine accepted the change of course and passed Max over to Kurt. "Of course. I'll let the expert take care of it."

Since Kurt dressed Max in the red shirt with polka dots he had made for him, paired with jeans and red sneakers, Blaine dressed with a navy blue button down and the red bowtie with polka dots that matched Max's outfit. Kurt gave him a long, sweet kiss when he saw him: he looked so handsome he could hardly resist him.

"I only have yesterday's clothes," Kurt said sadly, as he got dressed himself. "You two look super cute and I'm like an old trash bag."

"If that's what a trash bag looks like, then I want to be a trash bag, too," Blaine said, rolling his eyes. "And don't say you're old. I'm nine years older than you. I'm the old one in this relationship."

Kurt stopped caring about his clothes, because the amazing tingle he felt when Blaine said the word relationship was the best distraction in the world.

It truly was a lovely day to be outside. They walked to the park hand in hand, as if it was something they did every single day, Max bouncing happily in Blaine's arms and babbling in excitement. Other families seemed to have had the same idea, and the park was filled with children running around, chasing each other, playing hide and seek, and making their parents push them on the swings.

As always when he was surrounded by a crowd, Max suddenly quieted down and studied the situation around him. He didn't seem exactly eager to join the loudest of kids, but he did point at the slide and stared at Blaine with big blue eyes. "Baine," he said eagerly.

Blaine placed Max on the top of the slide and Kurt kneeled at the end to catch him. The kid slid all the way down while laughing and threw his little arms around Kurt's neck when he got there. Blaine was smiling so much it looked like his face was going to be split in two.

When Max got bored and decided to run off to the sandbox, Blaine reached for Kurt's hand, and they followed him a few steps behind, keeping an eye on him as they sat on a white bench. Max planted his butt on the sand and shyly reached for a little red plastic bucket that seemed to belong to the little girl sitting next to him. She smiled encouragingly and they began to fill it with sand.

"There goes my beautiful and carefully-planned outfit," Kurt sighed, watching Max getting sand all over himself. "Why do children enjoy such horribly filthy activities?"

"Are you telling me you never played in a sandbox when you were a kid?" Blaine asked, teasingly.

"Never," Kurt replied with his head high. "My Dad once tried to make me play in one and I cried so loud the other parents thought he was trying to abduct me. I think they even called the police. So he just took me home and we had a perfectly civilized tea party in the garden."

Blaine shook his head as he chuckled. "You are one of a kind, Kurt Hummel."

"Glad you noticed, Blaine Anderson," Kurt whispered, and kissed his cheek. They watched Max in companionable silence for a while, and then Kurt asked: "Do you always bring Max to the park on weekends?"

"Not really," Blaine answered. "I didn't want to expose him all that much to the cold during the winter. But I've been trying different outings. He didn't like going to the movies that much: he started screaming when the lights went out. I think he's just too young. I took him to the zoo, and I've never seen a kid look so bored in front of a lion before, so…" Blaine shrugged. "At least here he can socialize with other children."

"He seemed to like story time at the library, too. Maybe I can take him again one of these days," Kurt suggested, thoughtfully.

"Mm, sure. And you can see that guy again, huh?" Blaine teased, raising an eyebrow as he looked at him. "What was his name? Nick? Noel?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Noah. And in case you haven't noticed, that definitely didn't work out."

"At the risk of sounding incredibly selfish…" Blaine said in a low voice, leaning in very slowly. "I'm very glad it didn't."

They kissed for a few seconds, feeling happy and warm, before turning their attention back to Max, who was now emptying the bucket so the little girl could fill it again.

"Well, it looks like he likes the park," Kurt commented, resting his chin on Blaine's shoulder. "You have a winner."

Max stood in the middle of the sandbox and looked around for them. When he found them, he raised a little plastic shovel over his head and screamed: "SPOON!"

Kurt had to press his mouth against Blaine's shoulder to stop himself from laughing. Blaine beamed back at his nephew and gave him a thumbs up. "Well done, kiddo!"

When Max went back to playing with his new friend, Kurt turned to Blaine. "Did you talk to Sam today? Do you know how he's doing?"

"We texted a bit this morning," Blaine said. "He's doing a little better, though he's still disappointed. But he's spending the whole weekend with Mercedes, so I'm sure he'll be fine by Monday."

Max began crying because the little girl's mother picked her and her toys up to leave. Blaine gave Kurt a quick pat on the knee and stood up to go to him. Kurt saw him chat with the woman for a moment, as he tried to calm Max, then he came back and sat back next to Kurt, with lap full of pouty one year old.

"Guess who just got a play date for next Saturday!" Blaine exclaimed excitedly. "Max made a new friend!"

"Oh, honey, good for you," Kurt kissed the top of Max's head.

"We exchanged phone numbers, and we'll meet here again next week. Her daughter, Lola, was pretty unhappy to leave Max as well, so it sounds like it could be the start of a nice friendship," Blaine explained smiling.

"Sounds really nice," Kurt said, as he tried to brush the sand from Max's clothes.

Once Max forgot to be upset, he pulled on Kurt's hand and took him to the swings. They stayed at the park for a little while longer, and then decided to go for a walk, before stopping somewhere for lunch.

It was so incredibly beautiful and extraordinary, Kurt thought, to walk hand in hand with Blaine, with Max in his arms. He remembered his little fantasy from earlier that morning, and for a moment, it felt like it had come true, like they truly were a family. He couldn't remember being so happy before.

They finally walked into a diner and found a table by the window. It looked like the place was straight out of Grease, and Blaine swore their burgers were to die for. He fished some of Max's toys out of the diaper bag and gave them to Max, who was sitting on a highchair, so he could entertain himself for a little while.

As they ate, they chatted about nothing and everything. There wasn't a single moment of awkwardness, and Kurt was so glad and relieved that they still got along as well as they had before having sex. Nothing had changed, and yet everything was the best kind of different.

Blaine popped a French fry into his mouth, looking nonchalant. "You know, maybe next time you'll let me take you on an actual date, without any tiny third wheels," he said, looking quickly at Max and then back at his food.

The way he said it, Kurt realized Blaine had been trying to say it for a while, and wondered if he was worried Kurt was going to say no. Who in their right minds would say no to Blaine Anderson?

"I would like that," Kurt said, his blue eyes fixed on Blaine's.

Blaine beamed at him from across the table, and reached for his soda.

By the time they made it back to Blaine's apartment, Max was tired and sleepy, ready for his nap. Blaine took him to his bedroom, and Kurt stood at the doorway, watching him as he tenderly put the kid in the crib, humming a random melody. Max was asleep within a minute or two, and when Blaine walked out of the room, they looked at each other.

They didn't need to speak a word.

Kissing fervently, they went into Blaine's room, already pulling at their clothes, trying to reach the skin they so maddeningly hid. Soon they were naked and rutting together on the bed, already panting and moaning into each other's mouths, the urge licking at them like flames.

"God, you make me feel like a kid again," Blaine grunted, as he grabbed Kurt's ass with his hands, trying to get him even closer. "This is ridiculous."

"This is perfect," Kurt replied, his voice hitching when the head of his cock caught against Blaine's.

They came muffling their cries with their mouths pressed together.

In the end, Kurt didn't go home later that day. Instead, he texted Rachel to let her know she was staying at Blaine's again, and they spent the rest of the day cuddling on the couch with Max and watching Disney movies, simply enjoying being together.

Kurt insisted on cooking dinner, and Blaine couldn't resist the idea, so he played with Max on the living room floor while Kurt made lemon rosemary chicken, mashed potatoes and salad. While they ate, Kurt once again had the feeling that he was part of a family, that this was what a perfect life was like. He had never felt like he belonged before, not even when he first arrived in New York and realized he was in a city where his differences didn't matter. It was here, in this apartment, with these two boys, where Kurt truly belonged, and that scared him and excited him at the same time.

After the dishes were done, and Max was asleep, they were once again compelled to run back into Blaine's bedroom, like their bodies were calling each other. They just couldn't get enough, and there were so many new expanses of skin to explore. As Blaine laid there staring at the ceiling and working hard to breathe, Kurt kissed every little inch of his body, becoming familiar with the crook of his elbow, the hair on his chest, the dip of his hipbones. He allowed his tongue to taste and mark, until Blaine was so desperate he was begging him to just do something, and Kurt was only a man – he had to comply.

Slowly making his way down, giving Blaine enough time to pull away if he wanted to, Kurt pulled Blaine's legs apart and kissed the inside of his thighs, before pressing his thumbs on the sides of his entrance. He glanced up at Blaine once again to make sure this was okay, and when he saw the fire in Blaine's eyes, the lust flushing every inch of his face and making him look so desperate, he leaned his head down, and licked.

The previous night, they both had been quiet, like what they were doing was so special and relevant that they didn't want to taint it with needless words. Tonight, however, as soon as Kurt's tongue was pushing past the ring of muscle, Blaine was babbling uncontrollably, rocking his hips and begging shamelessly for more.

"Oh my god, Kurt, yes, yes, yes, right there, don't stop, don't ever stop, oh god." He rocked his hips, trying to get Kurt's tongue deeper. "Please, please, Kurt."

Kurt was so hard just by listening to him that even the contact with the mattress was driving him insane. He pushed his ass up to free his erection, which bobbed heavily between his legs, and focused on Blaine, on his pleasure, on the way his body vibrated with every little push of his tongue.

He noticed Blaine reaching to touch his shoulder, and he looked up. Blaine was handing him the lube and condoms with his eyes blown so wide, he could barely see their whiskey shade. They were all black, deep and lustful.

Blaine was so far gone, he didn't let Kurt stretch him too much. As soon as he had pushed three fingers in, he swatted him away, sat up and pushed Kurt against the headboard, before straddling his lap.

"God, Blaine," Kurt moaned, watching him in awe. He had never guessed Blaine could be so eager, so desperate in bed. "You're so…"

"Fuck me," Blaine practically whined, sliding the condom onto Kurt's cock. "Fuck me, Kurt."

Kurt could have come from the tone of his voice only, but he luckily managed to hold back. Blaine positioned himself and then lowered his hips, firmly and quickly, until Kurt was buried so deep inside of him that they had stopped being two separate men.

Kurt matched with a sharp thrust every wave of Blaine's body. He ran his hands over Blaine's thighs, marveling at how strong they looked as the muscles shifted. He got lost in the absolutely focused expression on Blaine's face, who had his eyes closed and his lower lip caught between his teeth. It was too good to be true, wasn't it? But still, here Kurt was, watching this perfect man come undone, and he was allowed to be the one to witness it, to be part of it.

Blaine came so suddenly, with a loud cry that seemed to echo against the walls, that it almost shocked Kurt, who had been so mesmerized by Blaine that he had barely noticed he was approaching his own climax. He grabbed onto Blaine's hips and thrust up into him hard and fast, his wide blue eyes appreciating the view in front of him: Blaine's face, full of bliss, the sweat gathering on his hairline, making his hair curl; the streak of come between their chests; Blaine's untouched cock bobbing against Kurt's stomach.

Kurt's orgasm was so intense, he blacked out for a moment. One second he was pushing hard into Blaine, and the next he was laying back against the headboard, panting and spent, with Blaine still on his lap, dropping kisses on Kurt's shoulders, neck, cheekbones…

"You're incredible," Blaine murmured, pressing their foreheads together.

Kurt wanted to reply. The words were on the tip of his tongue, perfect and so sure, but he knew it was too soon. So instead, he kissed Blaine with all the passion he held inside him, and hoped that conveyed, just as effectively as words would, how much Kurt loved him.

As you can see, I'm making it up for that really slow build-up ;)

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Thanks for reading. See you next week!

L.-