AN: Hello all. Thank you so much for all the feedback.

This chapter took alot longer than I was expecting as it just would not flow and I false started on it three times. I'm quite happy with it now though.

Fluff and smut (mostly!)... enjoy!

Chapter 26

A few days passed surprisingly uneventfully in what Blaine termed to Kurt "the uneasy truce". The Glee kids minus Jack and Mike had been called in to a sit down with the Director of TH to discuss the unacceptable bullying that had occurred. Each kid had been assigned chores and sanctions to make amends for their part in the fiasco. They also each had to write a note to Jack and Mike, apologising for hurting them both and getting involved in an issue that had nothing to do with them.

At first, when Kurt heard about that piece of the consequence he laughed out loud. There was no way he could imagine these kids writing any kind of apology letter at all. Blaine had smiled at his amusement and then wagered him twenty bucks that not only would each kid follow through but that each letter would be appropriate if not heart felt. Kurt scoffed at him openly and took the bet, assuming that this was the easiest money he had ever earned.

Needless to say that he was totally floored when two days later Blaine produced eight handwritten notes to Mike and Jack. Kurt was even more impressed when he read the contents of the notes and it was clear that some of the kids, admittedly not all, had actually put a great deal of thought in to what they had written. There were even two that brought a tear to Kurt's eyes when he read about how guilty and ashamed the kids felt. Blaine explained that if the expectation is set that the kids will be respectful to each other and enforce it through sanctions then usually that is what happened.

Kurt had turned to Blaine after reading the letters and then asked if the incident was now all over but Blaine had responded noncommittally and seemed surprisingly disheartened. Jack and Mike too continued to appear quieter and more withdrawn than usual. In fact the whole energy of the Glee class was weird. Kurt couldn't help but feel that something was about to give.

That Thursday morning Kurt sauntered in to his Dad's tyre shop in his overalls. Burt was leaning over the engine of a car and messing with the carburettor. He stood up quickly when he saw his son.

"Hey Dad. Do you want a hand?"

If Burt was surprised by the question he did not comment but instead pointed to two cars in the back of the shop and outlined the specific issues that needed fixing. Kurt just nodded and went to work quickly. He had forgotten how therapeutic he found messing with cars could be. It always made him think about happy long summers spent with his Dad learning and bonding over the finer points of auto mechanics. So he whiled away the next few hours replacing brake pads, spark plugs and running basic MOT checks.

It was not until a hand shot out under his nose with a cup of coffee that Kurt even realized how long it had been since he had stood up straight. He groaned a little as he righted himself and smiled up at his father gratefully.

"So what are you doing here?" Burt asked bluntly. "Don't you have that class of yours in a bit?"

"Yup. I just thought I would give you a hand. It's been a while and I missed it."

Burt looked at him as if he had taken leave of his senses. "Kurt, you only ever come here when you are upset or stressed and need something physical to take your mind off things. What's up?"

Kurt thought about denying these sentiments but then sighed.

"It's this kid at TH. His name's Jack. I mentioned him to you before after the Wicked event a few months ago."

Burt nodded and took a drink of his own coffee.

"He's a really good kid but he seems to have been born under an unlucky star. I really thought that Blaine and I were getting through to him and that he was finally in a safe place where he could start have things go right. Instead things have blown up at the home and the other kids have turned on him. I know Blaine is worried that he's going to leave and go back to the streets."

"Can he do that?"

"Yeah, supposedly. I didn't know this but although the official age of majority in Ohio is 18, it seems that once you are over 16, unless a parent actively steps forward to stop you, you can pretty much make your own choices. The police will not force you to do anything against your will unless you are at immediate risk of harming yourself or someone else."

"So where are this kid's folks?"

"His Mum died a few years ago and his Dad has dropped the ball. He has two other children to worry about and I think Jack is just kind of collateral damage. Also he's gay and I don't think that went down too well. It's so sad."

"Hmm…so he can walk on to the streets at any time?"

"Yes, that's what Blaine said. I know it's really bugging him. He's trying to play it down and pretend that he's not worried but I know he is."

Burt nodded. "Jesus… the stuff kids go through these days. At least he's got Blaine… and you too Kurt. I hope you know how proud I am of you in the last few months. I know it hasn't been easy – even if Blaine has sweetened the ride a little."

"Dad!" Kurt blushed a little and then smiled a bashful grin while chewing his lip awkwardly. He felt about 16 again. He wondered if the teenage angst that he was subjected to daily was rubbing off.

Burt just grinned at the awkwardness of his son and then moved on back to the car he was working on. Kurt watched him go and reminded himself once more just how lucky he had been. In the roulette wheel of fathers he had definitely hit the jackpot. Slowly he turned back to the engine he was working over and continued plotting his afternoon Glee class in his head.

That night Kurt pulled up outside Blaine's apartment. He was more excited than he wanted to admit as it had been a few nights since they had been together. Kurt was reminded of the sleepovers that he would have with Blaine in High School after Kurt had returned to McKinley from Dalton. This was a small case of role reversal as this time he was the one who had packed the overnight bag. He was also more than a little amused to be sleeping over on a school night. It all felt very taboo.

Kurt smiled broadly when Blaine appeared at his front door looking freshly showered, with wet hair and his glasses on. Even in comfortable, casual mode Blaine was smoking hot. He grabbed Kurt by the front of his shirt and pulled him towards him in a hungry kiss smooshing their lips and teeth together hard.

When he was released, Kurt raised up a brown bag of takeout. "I believe the bet was $20 so we are feasting like kings on Chinese food."

"Perfect," Blaine took the bag from him and immediately started rummaging through it while leading Kurt up the stairs. He let out a holler of delight when he found the prawn crackers, and shoved the rest of the bag under one arm, while he chomped noisily all the way up the stairs.

"Honestly, no one would ever believe that you are worse than Finn when it comes to Chinese food."

Blaine turned to him in mock shock, "Nobe, I'b nod…" he tried to get out around his mouthful of crackers.

Kurt scrunched up his nose, feigning disgust. "Gross…" He turned to the counter and started to unpack the rest of the bag, hunting through Blaine's cupboards for plates and utensils. "And to think I was just telling myself how amazingly hot you are. What a sorry disappointment."

He suddenly found himself grabbed from behind and swung around in to Blaine's arms. Blaine meshed his lips with Kurt in what was meant to be a toe curling kiss, but Kurt quickly pulled away laughing. "Mushed up prawn crackers are not selling your case Blaine… yeuch!" Kurt swiped at his mouth with the back of his hand dramatically.

Blaine rolled his eyes at him and then took a swig of his beer that he had left on the side, before grabbing Kurt back once more and trying again. "Better?" he asked coyly with one eyebrow raised. Kurt looked at him lovingly straight in the eyes. "Perfect," he answered.

Blaine smiled again and then went back to kissing Kurt's neck and nuzzling his hair while Kurt continued to set out dinner. Kurt was just about to give up and ask if Blaine just wanted to skip the food and go on to dessert in the bedroom when Blaine's stomach growled loudly. Both men burst out laughing. "Let's eat quickly," Blaine said. "I'm not sure that I can keep my hands off you for too long."

Kurt flushed but happily obliged and dished up a large plate for Blaine and a smaller plate for himself. They settled on stools at the breakfast bar and ate at a respectable pace, in companionable silence, holding hands and smirking at each other whenever they made eye contact. The sexual energy in the room fizzed tangibly between them and both men seemed happy to let it build while working their way through a delicious assortment of kung po chicken, mushu pork and vegetarian spring rolls.

When Kurt stood to clear the dishes Blaine jumped up with him. "Oh hell no…" Blaine said, channelling his inner Mercedes. "That can wait."

He pulled Kurt backwards with him to the couch and sent Kurt sprawling on to the cushions. Then he pulled off his own shirt and walked towards Kurt looking dangerous. Kurt heard an involuntary whimper escape from his own lips and quickly removed his shirt before settling back along the couch and holding his arms out to welcome Blaine to him.

Blaine launched himself at Kurt and landed on top of him looking ready to eat him alive. Kurt felt his insides turn to mush. He leaned up hungrily and pulled Blaine face close to his, pushing his tongue in to Blaine's mouth and relishing the tastes and sensations that his explorations caused.

He felt Blaine's fingers move to his chest and caress and pinch his nipples. He growled in to Blaine's mouth and began biting on his bottom lip in return. Quickly Blaine pulled back. "You are so fucking hot," he said as he began to move down Kurt's chest, biting and kissing as he went. Kurt tangled his fingers in Blaine's curls with one hand and ran his nails gently over Blaine's back with the other.

Blaine looked up at him with a smirk when he reached Kurt's belly button. Their eyes met as Blaine moved his tongue slowly and began to stab it rhythmically in to Kurt's belly button. Kurt groaned and arched his back up in to the sensation, throwing his head back and biting his lip. This was one of his lesser known hotspots and Blaine was working it like magic.

Kurt found himself getting harder and began trying to rub his groin against Blaine's shoulder while Blaine continued to circle, lick and bite at his navel. He heard himself whimper aloud at the stimulation and felt himself becoming increasingly turned on. Then he felt hands at his hips pushing his pelvis back in to the couch, denying him the friction he was craving. Kurt groaned and looked down at Blaine in frustration.

Blaine gave one final swipe of his belly and then looked up Kurt with laughing eyes, before licking his way to the top of Kurt's pants. He then took the button in his teeth and managed to undo it without using his hands. Kurt was transfixed. He was certain that he had never seen anything sexier. His breath hitched when he then watched Blaine take the zipper in his mouth and pull that down slowly.

"Where the hell did you learn to undo a button with your teeth?" he asked.

Blaine laughed and yanked off Kurt's trousers and briefs in one quick move. "It was just a trick someone showed me once and I have been practicing. What did you think?"

"Fucking hot."

Blaine smiled and moved up to kiss him soundly on the lips.

Kurt could still feel the denim of Blaine's jeans between his legs and so physically manhandled Blaine over so that he was pressed in to the back of the sofa and made short work of removing his clothes.

He pinned Blaine roughly in the same position leaning his body weight against the other man to hold him in place and then sprawled along the couch in the other direction. He heard Blaine whimper when the realisation hit him that Kurt had moved them to the perfect 69 position.

"Is this OK?" Kurt asked, trying hard not to become fixated with the beautiful groin in front of him. He licked his lips and then bit at them as Blaine answered by taking one testicle in his mouth and sucking gently. Kurt groaned and moved forward to return the favour mouthing and sucking at all the skin he could find. He moved his hand up and down Blaine's cock until the desire became too much and the leaned up to take the beautiful length in his mouth.

This blowjob felt so different from that first one all those months ago. Now he could feel that his body was responding to every muscle flicker, shudder and sound that Blaine made. He let the sensations of what Blaine was doing to him merge with the care that he was giving back and became totally engrossed in the beauty of the connection that was fizzing between the two men.

The need and desire flared quickly and when Kurt felt Blaine gently push a finger inside of him, he knew that Blaine was getting close. He began to suck harder on Blaine's cock and massage his balls, rolling them gently in his hand. As he began to see white spots in front of his own eyes, he pushed his finger in to the patch of skin and nerve bundles just behind Blaine's balls. He heard the answering groan vibrate deep from within Blaine's throat and up and around his cock, now being worked expertly by Blaine's mouth. The vibrations, the sounds, the smells and the emotions sent a wave of nervous electricity shooting through Kurt's body and he felt his orgasm uncurl from deep within him. Blaine's finger pushed hard against his prostate and he felt himself shooting deep in to Blaine's mouth and throat.

He kept just enough conscious awareness going to receive the answering orgasm without choking and remembered to swallow hard around Blaine. Every drop tasted like coming home. It was a musky mixture that was all Blaine and so familiar that Kurt felt his eyes well up with emotion.

Gently he licked up all the remaining drops from the tip of Blaine's cock and then let him go, breathing heavily. He felt hands reaching down and urge him up and around. Slowly he pulled together enough energy to flip himself over and fell in to Blaine's arms holding the other man tight to him. Blaine responded by kissing him sloppily.

"Thank you Kurt, thank you… that was amazing."

Kurt smiled sleepily and returned the kisses allowing himself to float away drowsily on a post orgasmic high.

About twenty minutes later, he woke to Blaine gentling his fingers through Kurt's hair and peppering his jaw with kisses.

"Hey." Kurt yawned and stretched as best he could while cramped on one side of the couch.

"Hey yourself" Blaine smiled. "Are you lying on my glasses by any chance? I'm sure I was wearing them when we started this but I have no idea where they are now."

Kurt smirked. "I guess cuddling is over, huh?" He shifted his body weight around on the couch and experimentally attempted to feel if there were any bits of metal sticking in to him. "Nope, I don't think I'm lying on them."

He shifted slowly out of Blaine's embrace and rolled off the couch to a standing position before taking in the beautiful image of the thoroughly debauched man lying in front of him. He had red marks all over his torso and thigh area where Kurt had got a little carried away. Kurt found himself staring and hoping to capture this image in his brain for ever. Blaine gazed up at him completely confidently and then raised his hand signalling for a help up. Kurt obliged and then spied the glasses poking out from under one of the pillows.

"Here. All safe and sound."

Blaine leaned up and kissed him on his nose. "Perfect."

After the shower and a quick kitchen clean up, both men were lying on Blaine's bed listening to music. Blaine was idly reading some work documents and Kurt was resting his head on Blaine's chest and dreaming up a set list for the February concert.

Suddenly the peace and quiet was disturbed by Blaine's phone ringing. Kurt looked at the clock. It was now past midnight and he suddenly felt a strong sense of foreboding. It was unlikely that a call at this time would be good news. He looked over at Blaine, who had swung up off the bed to track down his phone.

"Hello?"

"Yes."

"When?"

"What time was he last seen?"

"Have you called the police? No I know… have you tried Mike? Are you sure he doesn't know anything?"

"OK."

"You'll keep me posted? Is there anything that I can do?"

"I know. OK. Will do. Thanks."

Blaine hung up and looked over at Kurt. Kurt's eyes filled with tears at the defeated body posture and devastated look in Blaine's eyes. He waited for Blaine to confirm his worst fears and found himself holding his breath. Blaine confirmed them in two words.

"Jack's gone."

AN: *cackles evilly at the cliffhanger* Please review.