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Okay, no more pure porn chapters for a while. We're getting back into the plot. There will still be smut, they're teenage boys and once Blaine is pregnant he's gonna have hormones and they're gonna be telling him he needs sex and lots of it so... don't worry. :) So from now on we will have some plot and then some smut and some plot and some fluff and maybe more smut and then some more fluff with a big splash of plot and a sprinkle of more smut. :)

Thanks so much for all the gorgeously wonderful reviews. You guys are awesome and I'm glad the porn was to your liking and to the guest reviewer skeptical of the time frame, they had the sex over a couple of hours, not like one session right on top of the other and they're teenage boys, they have pretty good stamina, a forty year old man probably couldn't have sex that much in one afternoon but two teenage boys? Yeah, they can. And there will be more riding and definitely pregnant sex ^.^

Alright, enjoy xx

Sunday and Monday flew past in a blur of pure bliss. All Kurt could remember from the forty-eight hours was Blaine. Blaine's skin. Blaine's mouth. Blaine's taste. Blaine's sweat. Blaine's moans and whimpers. Blaine screaming his name out so beautifully when Kurt hit that spot just right and made him come with his head thrown back, mouth open in a perfect 'O'. It was the most perfect sight Kurt could imagine.

Even more perfect than the sight on Monday morning when Blaine sat on the kitchen bench in a pair of Kurt's boxers and one of Kurt's oversized shirts that was even more oversized on Blaine so it slid off his left shoulder, teasing and beckoning Kurt to attach his mouth there. It had been so tempting that Kurt had proceeded to fuck Blaine right there on the bench. He spent ages washing it thoroughly while Blaine went to shower afterwards and vowing never to mention that act to anybody, lest he be flayed alive by Carole for doing something like that not only in the kitchen but on the bench where people often prepared food.

But he couldn't help it.

He was not looking forward to four o'clock that afternoon when Finn would be arriving home and they would have to return to spending their days in clothes and hands in modest places. He wasn't sure how he was going to cope being unable to just climb onto Blaine and begin to suck hickies into his skin, stretch him open slowly and lovingly before fucking him into oblivion until the younger boy was writhing and crying out in pleasure. Or to throw him down wherever he felt and make slow, worshipful love to him, taking as much time as they wanted to explore each other's bodies, to enjoy the feeling of being so close and feeling their love passing through each other.

They also couldn't have loud, rough shower sex after slow love-making sex in bed when other people were in the house which was probably even worse because both of those things took place in the privacy of their en suite where they should be allowed to do what they wanted but Kurt was sure nobody wanted to hear the expletives that came out of his mouth or the cries of pleasure escaping Blaine when they were together.

They had retreated to their room on Monday afternoon so that they could put off the clothing of their bodies as long as possible.

Kurt's index finger was making slow, slow circles around Blaine's rim as he sucked and bit his nipples into hardness, the younger boy wriggling underneath him, trying to get Kurt's slick finger to push inside of him already. He tangled the fingers of one hand into Kurt's hair and pulled him up for a kiss, needy sounds escaping his mouth as Kurt finally started to push his index finger inside of him, very, very slowly.

"Kurt," Blaine groaned. "You're teasing me."

"Yep," Kurt replied with a smirk, leaning down and nipping under Blaine's jaw. "It's fun when you get all flustered and desperate."

Blaine glared. "You're so cruel."

Kurt laughed a little and continued the slow movement of only one finger in and out of his willing boyfriend. Blaine stopped moving all together and glaring away from Kurt who laughed again at the expression on his face.

"So you're just going to lie there and not do anything?" Kurt wondered.

"That's right?"

"Ooh, that means I can have my wicked way with you then."

Blaine rolled his eyes. "And you haven't been doing that all weekend?"

"Mmm... good point." Kurt leant over to kiss the corner of Blaine's mouth gently. He was getting ready to add a second finger at the same excruciating pace when they heard the loud roar of Finn's truck pulling into the driveway and Blaine cried out in frustration. Kurt grimaced and removed his hand, wiping his fingers clean and leaning back against the headboard.

"I suppose that means it's clothes time," Kurt sighed unhappily.

"No! He's not going to come in here," Blaine complained. "If we can't have sex with him in the house, at least let us stay naked." He pulled the covers up to their waists. "There, now we're a little more modest."

Kurt smiled lovingly and leant over Blaine dropping little kisses over his face and neck.

"You're so cute," Kurt crooned. Blaine's arms snaked their way around his shoulders and he pulled Kurt down until he was on top of him because despite the arrival of Finn they were both still hard and it was uncomfortable. Kurt slotted one of his legs between Blaine and rolled his hips so that their erections slid together as they kissed languorously, trying to keep quiet in case Finn came upstairs, hopefully not dumb enough to look for them.

Blaine turned his head and pulled the edge of the pillow up to muffle his moaning as Kurt thrust harder against him. Blaine bucked his hips up in response causing Kurt to gasp into his skin.

As it turned out, Finn was very much dumb enough to look for them.

"Kurt! I need your – shit! Sorry!" Finn had opened their door and spun around immediately. Kurt mumbled a few swear words into Blaine's neck, trying to get control over his breathing before he rolled off his very unhappy boyfriend to address his brother.

"Finn, knocking is something I've been trying to tell you is essential since we started living together," Kurt reminded him.

"Sorry... I didn't realise you guys would be doing... that," he mumbled, face bright red from the sliver Kurt could see of it.

"What do you think we've been doing for the last few days?" Kurt wondered. "We are trying to get pregnant, you know."

"Yes, I know, I didn't think. Anyway, there's something wrong with the oil in my truck. I wanted you give me a hand. Could you?"

Kurt looked at Blaine who was glaring at him but it was clear both of them no longer had an issue to take care of since Finn's arrival had pretty much put a damper on them. Blaine tilted his head in acknowledgement.

"Thanks, baby, you stay right here and I'll be back," Kurt promised. "Finn you need to leave so I can put clothes on."

"Okay... yes... thank you. And sorry." Finn left, shutting the door behind him and Kurt got out of bed, going to his wardrobe to find something to wear for the first time since Friday. Blaine rolled onto his stomach and watched him, still looking disgruntled.

"Oh don't be like that," Kurt teased. "We'll have plenty of time in the future to be alone. You just have to learn to control your desire to be naked with me."

Blaine smiled a little at that. "Yeah, I know. I just didn't realise how much I was going to like having sex with you."

Kurt laughed as he finished dressing into casual clothes he wouldn't mind getting oil on. He kissed Blaine swiftly.

"I will be back, don't put any clothes on," he ordered. Blaine nodded and snuggled into the pillow his head was on. "I love you."

"I love you, too," Blaine responded.

Kurt skipped downstairs and out to Finn's truck. His brother still looked incredibly embarrassed.

"Finn, it's alright, we weren't do anything serious anyway," Kurt half lied. "We were just kissing."

Finn nodded as Kurt leant over the engine, fiddling around a bit.

"So, is he pregnant yet? Or wait... it's too early isn't it?"

"We don't know. I bought a test but he decided he'd take it on Sunday." Kurt held his hand out and Finn passed him a wrench.

"Why Sunday? Aren't you supposed to wait two weeks?"

"Thursday is the peak of his fertility cycle so he's supposed to do the test three days after that. It's different for carriers than it is for women," Kurt explained. "But he should be considering how much we-"

"TMI! TMI! Don't want to hear about it!" Finn covered his ears but he was smiling teasingly. Kurt playfully hit him lightly with the wrench and Finn took his hands away. "So... he's okay then? He didn't freak out on you?"

"Nope. I've ruined him. He's now a horny teenager like everyone else." Kurt rolled his eyes good naturedly. "I'm glad. I think I would be in tears right now if I'd hurt him at all. But we took it slow and made sure he was comfortable every time we did something new. He's good. I think this is a good step to his recovery too. If he can get past what Sebastian did to him like that then he should be completely better soon."

Finn looked relieved and happy. "That's great, Kurt. Man, I can't wait to be an uncle... I mean, you know if Sebastian doesn't take your kid away."

Kurt's heart panged and his stomach flipped unpleasantly. By silent agreement he and Blaine hadn't spoken about that. It was too horrible to consider. They were both just silently praying for a baby girl so they didn't even have to worry. He knew they'd have to talk about it eventually, find a way around Sebastian's stupid contract but right now they were more stressed about actually getting pregnant than the gender of the baby.

Finn seemed to realise he'd put his foot in it because he fell silent and let Kurt fix his truck before returning inside. Kurt went up to the room he shared with Blaine, tossed off his clothes and we got into bed. Blaine frowned at his expression as Kurt wriggled up to him, holding him close.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Blaine questioned.

Kurt just shook his head. They both looked up when Finn's loud footsteps echoed down the hall and then loud music started blasting from his room after the door slammed shut. Kurt was still for a moment before grabbing Blaine and rolling over so the boy was sitting on his hips, pulling him down for a long kiss.

"He's giving us a chance to finish what he interrupted," Kurt growled, reaching over for the lube and pouring some onto his fingers as he kissed Blaine roughly, practically having the boy melt on top of him.

"We'll need to be quick," Blaine gasped as Kurt worked a finger inside of him. "Carole w-w-will be home – holy shit Kurt! – soon."

Kurt pumped three fingers in and out of Blaine, crooking them to rub against his prostate on every other thrust, stretching them out wide to open him up. He was being rougher than usual but Blaine was letting out wanton moans at the feeling so his guilt was eased by the begging that followed.

"Need you," Blaine said, pulling Kurt's hand away and grabbing the lube to coat Kurt's cock. Kurt shut his eyes whining happily as Blaine took over, positioning himself and sinking down until he was sitting on Kurt's cock, panting and letting out little whimpers as he got used to the feeling again. This was definitely Kurt's favourite way of doing things. He loved watching Blaine bouncing up and down above him, head thrown back as he let out the most sinful sounds that would probably make the Madam of a brothel blush.

Kurt met Blaine's bounces with thrusts so that he was hitting his prostate on every movement, Blaine shouting out gibberish sounds with Kurt's name and some swear words mixed in.

"Harder," Blaine gasped. "God Kurt! Harder, right there! Fuck, shit thatfeelssogood!"

"God, I love you," Kurt grounded out, thrusting up harder into Blaine making him cry out more babbling nonsense. "So fucking hot. Built to take my cock." Kurt froze, clapping a hand over his mouth as he said it.

He hadn't meant to dirty talk Blaine. He knew that was probably something he could never do considering how he used to get spoken to. But he used to dirty talk with James and it was something he just did in the heat of the moment. It was hot when he had a guy on top of him, taking him like they were desperate for it and moaning out his name. He couldn't help it. He loved the sight and he loved to say so.

Blaine was eyeing him curiously and a little annoyed, wondering why he had stopped moving.

"Kurt? Seriously? I need you to keep going right now. Say whatever the fuck you want just fuck me!"

"But... I..."

"Can we talk about it after?" Blaine glared at him slightly.

"Jesus... look what I've turned you into." Kurt smiled a little and Blaine ran his fingers down over Kurt's nipples, tweaking them as he pushed himself up and slammed back down. The heat immediately started overtaking Kurt's body again as Blaine's whines returned and he returned to meeting the boy's bounces with thrust of his own, gripping his hips tightly to keep him at the speed he wanted him at.

Kurt bit down on the need to comment about how he loved watching Blaine take his cock, seeing him desperate and needy above him. He really wanted to say those things, to encourage Blaine by telling him he was a good boy, so willing to be fucked but the last thing he needed was to send him on a relapse by slut-shaming him the way Sebastian used to.

When Blaine started to shudder above him Kurt took his hard, neglected cock and stroked it roughly in an opposite rhythm to his thrusts and Blaine gasped, shuddering into the stillness as he spilled over Kurt's hand. Kurt kept stroking him and kept thrusting hard through his orgasm, eventually releasing him and lifting his hand to lick the come off. Kurt moaned at the taste and spilled into Blaine, thrusting gently through it before stilling, still holding Blaine's hip with his other hand. Blaine slumped forward onto his chest, panting and shivering.

"Love you," he mumbled.

"I'm sorry," Kurt whispered.

"Later," Blaine mumbled. "Basking."

Kurt giggled but stroked his back with his clean hand, relaxing as he softened inside of Blaine before making him lift himself off. Kurt went into his bathroom and grabbed a wash cloth, cleaning them both up before tossing it aside to snuggle with his boyfriend. Blaine pulled Kurt to him this time, resting him on his chest and running a hand through his hair.

"Okay, you want to talk about it, now's a good time," Blaine hummed.

"I'm so sorry. That kind of slipped out," Kurt groaned. "I've been able to control myself so far because we only started using 'fuck' in reference to sex in the kitchen at lunch when you asked me to, quote-on-quote "fuck me hard and fast" on the bench."

"So... it's something you used to do with your boyfriend?" Blaine wondered.

"Well... yes. I loved dirty talking to him when he bottomed," Kurt shrugged. "Actually... I dirty talked to him when I was bottoming too. I just... I liked doing it. It's hot and it's, well, it's dirty which is... something I like. But I know Sebastian used to say horrible, degrading things to you and sometimes dirty talking can sound degrading so I never wanted to do that to you and I am so-"

"Don't say sorry again," Blaine laughed. "I get it. You didn't want to hurt my feelings so you silenced something you like. Well... we already discovered I like being bitten and like calling you Master, two things I thought I would always despise. Maybe I'll enjoy it too. Next time, go ahead and I'll tell you if it's too much."

"Are you sure?" Kurt wondered.

"Positive. After all, we're supposed to be testing out things to see what we like, right?"

"Right. You're incredible, did you know that? If I was in your position I don't think I could ever be so brave and trusting."

Blaine blushed as Kurt turned his head and kissed his chest, moving slightly to lap at his nipple.

"Well, I love you so it's easy for me."

"I love you, too."

Thursday passed with Kurt taking the day off school again so they could make one last effort on his highest fertility day and then the waiting started and the nerves set in. They both got so nervous that on Sunday morning Kurt didn't speak to anyone over breakfast and Blaine was shaking, drinking a dozen glasses of water because he was panicking about taking the test.

"So... they have a special test for carriers but it works the same as for a woman?" Burt wondered once Blaine had gone off to take it.

"It does except carriers take it sooner. They take it three days after their fertility peaks because that's when the pregnancy hormones – if they're pregnant – are strongest because they're working at building the proper environment for the growing embryo."

Burt raised his eyebrows.

"I do research when I get nervous," Kurt reminded him, blushing. "I like knowing facts because it helps me feel in control."

"Do you feel in control now?" Burt wondered.

"Hell no. I did my best to get... Yeah, that sounded really bad. Basically I'm terrified it'll be a negative." Kurt looked down at his toast and pushed the plate away. "I'm not hungry. I'll go check on him."

He left the table, hands shaking a little so he hid them in his pockets.

Kurt stepped into their room to find Blaine pacing back and forth, tapping one fist into his other palm as he stared at the towel covering the pregnancy test on Kurt's vanity. He looked so frantic and upset. Kurt walked over and stopped him, grabbing his hands and squeezing them.

"You need to relax," he murmured.

"This is the longest ten minutes of my life," Blaine groaned, eyes still on the towel not Kurt. Kurt raised a hand and turned Blaine's face gently so he could look into his eyes with Blaine looking back.

"Calm. Down."

"I can't!" Blaine cried desperately. "If that test is negative what the hell are we supposed to do? My fertility is on the downhill slope of the cycle. It won't be high again until the end of the month and he is going to be here at the end of the month to take me away if I'm not pregnant!"

Kurt pulled Blaine in close and rocked from side to side, crooning a soft song into his ear as he rubbed his back.

"We did everything we could," Kurt reminded him. "But I won't let Sebastian take you away. I'll do anything. I'll give him another million to give us another month to try if I have to. Anything. You're not going to be taken from me. I promise."

Blaine nodded, shaking. They continued to hold each other, rocking gently from side to side until the egg timer buzzed. They looked towards the towel.

"Can we look with the others?" Blaine requested. "I suddenly need more hands to hold."

Kurt nodded and picked up the wrapped test and carried it downstairs where the others were still eating breakfast. They all looked up expectantly and Kurt put the test down on the table.

"We wanted to be with you when we looked," Blaine said. Kurt sat and pulled Blaine onto his lap. Carole came to stand behind Burt, gripping his shoulders, and he put his hands over hers. Finn put down his bagel and leant over so he could see. They all exchanged looks and Kurt nodded at Blaine who was froze, staring at the towel.

"You do it," he whimpered. "You do it, Kurt. I can't."

Kurt took a deep breath and reached around Blaine, taking the edge of the towel in his fingers.

"Two lines is positive," Blaine whispered.

Kurt breathed in deeply for a few seconds and flipped the towel off the test. They all leant over to see the little window which showed the result.