Blaine, Monday July 18th 2012, 7.04 pm

"I know you guys probably want to sneak down to Kurt's room, but first I have two things I want to talk to you about." Burt gets up from the dinner table and starts clearing the dishes.

I've been spending the entire weekend with Kurt and Burt, pretty much ignoring our friends. I've talked to Sam once to tell him about what happened on Friday, but other than that, I have ignored texts and phone calls. Being here with these two is where I've needed to be. Here I can be myself, and I don't have to pretend that I'm someone else. I really thought I was going to be okay with telling everyone about me and Kurt, and sometimes I really think that I am. But at other times, I realize that I'm not,that I just want to hide away here forever.

Kurt has been very sweet and patient towards me these past few days. He knows what I'm going through. It's not that we have talked a lot about it, he just knows. He knows that I've needed time to think - time alone with him, time with Burt to just talk about everyday life - and he has given me that. If I believed in a God, I would be thanking him right now for sending Kurt my way. But I don't. I just believe that it's faith that we met when we were ten, had eight years to get to know each other and build this strong friendship. A friendship that then evolved into this rare and beautiful thing that we have now. Maybe they've been there all along,my feelings for him. Maybe in some way, I've always felt this pull towards him, maybe that's why I approached him that first day after I transferred schools. I've been thinking a lot about that lately. He was so shy, yet I felt drawn to him, and there was something about him that made me want to protect him. I saw how everyone ignored him, and I couldn't understand why. When we were alone, he was the funniest, kindest, most caring person I'd met. Maybe it started already back then. I needed someone like him in my life. He always hugged me when I cried because of my mother and the way she always chose her men over me. He always knew the right things to say to make me feel better, he still does,and he just knew when I needed someone or when I needed space.

Sometimes I feel like I haven't been the best friend I could have been to him though. I've been distracted by girlfriends, social statuses and keeping up the appearance that everything is just normal in my life. I should have been more attentive at times. Maybe then I would have seen the struggles he went through when he realized he was gay. It pains me that I didn't see that something was going on with him. It must have been obvious that something was different, that he was changing. I've told Kurt this, but he told me not to blame myself because he did his best to act normal around me. He didn't want me to know he had feelings for me. He didn't want it to become something that got between us and messed with our friendship. In hindsight, that was not something he needed to worry about.

We've been helping Burt in the garden during the days this weekend, and during the nights, we've crawled up in bed together were we have been talking and making love and then some more talking. Talking about New York, about all the things we're going to experience once we move there all we want to do, all we want to see. Talking about all the packing we need to do, what to bring, what to leave behind. Talking about the things we will miss. Talking about Burt. I know Kurt worries about leaving him behind, worries about him being lonely in this big house. I just know I'm going to miss the hell out of him. He's my dad, too, and we've kind of adopted each other.

I love my little talks with Kurt, love snuggling up next to him with my legs tangled around his, my head fitting just right in the crook of his neck, my fingertips tracing the skin of his body. Love how relaxed Kurt is, how he paints a beautiful future for us with his words, how he makes me feel that as long as we have each other, there's nothing we can't do. It's all there, within reach, I just have to take the final step and claim it.

Kurt wouldn't go near my ass the day after he first topped. No matter how much I tried to convince him that I was okay, that I wasn't hurt, that I wanted him to be inside me again, he refused. He said he knew that I was sore no matter how much I tried to tell him that I wasn't. Instead I convinced him to ride me, that way he would still be the one in control. I don't really understand way I like it so much, it's just drives me crazy when he is. Maybe it's because I have to be in control in so many other aspects of my life, but with Kurt, I don't have to. This morning, however, I managed to convince him that I was ready for him. Feeling him inside me like that, I can't find the words to describe what it does to me.

Today I spent the day with my guitar, writing songs. Or at least started on several songs. I have so many words and feelings that I need to get out of me, but sometimes it's hard to write them down on a piece of paper. I managed pretty well though, have almost one song finished and started on at least two more that could turn into something good.

Kurt didn't mind me spending the day with my new guitar. He said he had made plans with Tina to go shopping and later on to meet up with Ali. I don't really get their friendship, but it's cool. She knows about us but has promised not to tell anyone, and so far, I think she has kept that promise. For that reason alone, I like her even though I don't know her.

Kurt has been sending me cute texts throughout the day letting me know what he's doing, wondering how I'm doing, letting me know that he loves me. I've missed him. So yes, I do want to sneak down to Kurt's room and be alone with him, but Burt is important to me, too, so I don't object when he wants to keep us up here for a little while longer.

We help with the dishes and then end up in the living room. Kurt and I cuddle up next to each other on the couch, my back against his chest, while Burt remains by the doorframe.

"Stay here. I'm just gonna go get something," Burt says and leaves first after we promise not to go anywhere.

"Do you know what this is all about?" I turn my head to ask Kurt.

"I have no idea," Kurt says while looking away from me and trying to hide a smile. It makes me think that he does know.

"Come on tell me."

"What? I have no idea what's going on."

I give him a look that says that I know he knows, but he just raises his hands and shrugs. Before I can dwell on it, Burt returns. I expected him to return with something, but he returns empty handed. He remains by the doorway.

"Okay, so Blaine, your birthday is tomorrow, and since I know you two lazy birds won't be up when I leave for work tomorrow, and you probably have plans for tomorrow night, I want to give you your present now," Burt says.

"You didn't have to get me anything, Burt. You're practically letting me live here, that's more than enough."

"Oh shut it, Blaine, you know I always get you something. Not because I have to, but because I want to. Besides you're turning eighteen, and you'll soon be moving away from me and start what I know will be a promising career. So as a help to get you started, I got you something." Burt walks back into the hall and returns seconds later with a guitar case. He holds it up towards me. "Happy birthday, Blaine!"

I'm stunned. That can't be a new guitar. It looks like it, but it can't be. It's too much.

"Are you gonna come and get it or what?" Burt asks.

"Burt… you can't…" I start.

"Yes, I can," Burt states.

"Go on Blaine," Kurt shoves me lightly up from the couch.

I walk over to Burt and take the outstretched guitar case. I place it on the coffee table and kneel beside it. I open the clasps one by one and then slowly open the top of the case. And there it is a beautiful new electric-acoustic Ibanez guitar. I pick it up and hold it in my hands.

"It's beautiful, Burt. But it's too much."

"No, it's not. You're like my son, Blaine, and you make me and Kurt very happy. Nothing that I give you could ever be too much."

I then realize that the color of the guitar matches the color of the guitar pick Burt gave me for graduation. I put the guitar down in the case, shove my hand in my back pocket and pull out the guitar pick. "They match," I say stunned.

"I know. I got them at the same time so that they would."

I get up from the floor, practically run over to Burt and throw myself in his arms. "Thank you! This is the best birthday present."

"You haven't seen mine yet." Kurt huffs from the couch.

"Whatever it is, it's not gonna top this one." Burt quickly replies and thrusts out his chest, proud of himself for giving me this great gift.

I let go of Burt and look at him. "I love it. Thank you." I walk back to the couch, pick up the guitar and start strumming it. I already love how it feels in my hands.

"So what's the second thing you wanted to tell us?" Kurt asks after a while.

Burt draws in a long breath and walks over to sit down on the armchair. He looks nervous more nervous than I have seen him in a long time. I put away my guitar, sensing that this will require my full attention.

"Okay…" Burt starts. "So here's the deal…" But he doesn't continue.

"What is it, Dad? Did something happen? Are you okay?" I hear the worried tone in Kurt's voice.

"Yes, yes, I'm okay, everything is okay," Burt says.

"What is it then?" Kurt asks, still worried.

"For the past couple of months I've been seeing someone," Burt says, still looking slightly nervous.

"What do you mean? A doctor?" Kurt asks, but I'm sensing it's not a doctor.

"No, Kurt, not a doctor. A woman. I've been dating someone," Burt says.

"Dating?" Kurt says, his mouth dropping. "How…? When…? Who…?" Kurt appears to be lost for words.

"That's great, Burt," I tell him. "Who is she?"

"Her name is Carole. She's a few years younger than me, but she's sweet, and I think I really like her. We've been seeing each other for about three months, and I think it might turn into something serious."

"Three months?!" Kurt says. "When did this happen? Why haven't I known this was happening?"

"Well, you have been pretty busy with graduating high school, and then there's the guy sitting next to you. It's not like I've seen either of you much these past weeks. I know you sleep in my house, but other than that, I don't know where you guys are."

"Why didn't you say anything?" Kurt asks. "We have been working together every day for the past two weeks."

"I wanted to make sure it was serious before I mentioned it. We've been alone you and I, Kurt, for so long, and I didn't want to bring anyone new into our lives if I wasn't sure it would become something. I didn't know how you'd react..."

"I'm happy for you, Dad! Oh my God, this is so exciting!" Kurt claps his hands and bounces on the couch.

"Really?" Burt asks as if he doesn't quite believe Kurt is taking the news so well. "You're not upset?"

"No, why would I be upset? I want you to be happy, Dad," Kurt jumps of the couch and hugs his dad. "When can I meet her? Carole was it?"

Burt nods. "I was thinking I could invite her over on Friday. We can cook her dinner. You're also welcome Blaine."

"I can't on Friday," Kurt says and sits down again. "Blaine is performing on Friday, and it's an important gig for him. People from the record label are coming to listen to him."

"I've actually already invited Carole..." Burt says.

"It's okay, Kurt, you don't have to come," I say.

"But I want to."

"I know, but my mom is actually taking some time off to come and listen to me, so you don't have to feel that you need to be there for me," I say smiling at the feeling I got yesterday when she told me during our Sunday night dinner that she wanted to come and hear me sing.

"She is?" Kurt asks in surprise, and I nod. "Why didn't you tell me? Why is everyone keeping secrets?"

"I didn't keep it a secret," I say and smile at the cute pout on his lips. "I just forgot when I returned here yesterday. I got kind of distracted…" I take his hand in mine and stroke my thumb across his knuckles. It had been quite a sight I walked in on.

Burt clears his throat from the other side of the room, and I feel myself blush. How could I forget he was standing there?

"Are you sure it's okay if I don't come? You know I really want to," Kurt says and saves the situation from becoming awkward.

"I know, but really, it's okay. You should stay here and meet Carole. You've heard me sing a thousand times before, but this is your first chance to meet her."

"Okay, I guess I'm meeting Carole on Friday then," Kurt says and turns to his dad. "I'm actually excited about it, Dad."

"Me too," Burt says and smiles again as the nervousness has disappeared.

We stay there and watch TV together. There's an MLB game on between the Cincinnati Reds and Minnesota Twins that Burt and I are both interested in. Kurt curls up to next to me on the couch, not really paying attention to what's on TV. I can soon hear his light snores. The past couple of weeks have been rough on him working all day and me being here each night wanting to spend as much time with him as possible. Resulting in him not getting enough sleep.

When Burt calls it a night at around ten, I let Kurt continue to sleep and find a movie to watch. It's not a particularly good movie, but I don't have it in me to move yet. He looks peaceful, and I don't want to wake him up. Besides, I kind of love having him sleeping in my arms. I let him sleep until the movie ends. I stroke his arm with my fingers, enjoying the feeling of his smooth skin under my touch. A little disoriented, he looks around the room until he realizes that he is lying half on top of me. When he sees me, he breaks into a huge smile. That smile always makes my heart melt and all my concerns disappear.

"Hi, sleeping beauty."

"Hi," Kurt says and yawns. "I thought we were done with finding me nicknames." His smile turns into a cute little smirk. "How long have I been sleeping?"

"Not that long."

Kurt looks at his watch and then he looks back up at me. "Liar." I only smile in return. "Sorry for passing out like that."

"Don't worry about it, you needed it," I tell him and ruffle his hair.

"Hey, don't do that," Kurt says and pulls away my hand. "What do you say about moving downstairs instead?"

"Sounds good. I'm quite tired," I say as I yawn and stretch my arms above my head.

Kurt gets up from the couch and extends a hand to help me up. I take it, and when we're both standing, he leans in and gives me a kiss. Without letting go of my hand, he then takes me to his room.

"Come here," Kurt says and sits me down on the bed next to him. He looks at his watch but stays silent. I'm about to say something, but he holds up his index finger to quiet me. After a few seconds, he lowers his hand, turns his face towards me and gives me the brightest smile. "Happy birthday, baby."

"Aww, snuggy, thank you." I say and see Kurt roll his eyes at that name.

"I have something for you," Kurt gets up from the bed, walks the few steps to his nightstand and opens the drawer.

"Shouldn't I be lying down for this?" I ask and smirk.

"Oh, shut up, it's not that," Kurt reaches down the drawer and pulls out a small box with a bow on it. My mind starts spinning. The box looks suspiciously like a small jewelry box. I don't know what it contains but I can guess. I don't know if I'm ready for this.

He holds out the box to me.

"W-what's this Kurt?" I ask him holding my breath, my voice probably letting on my wariness.

Kurt lowers his hand and looks at me. "Okay, so I know that it looks like an engagement ring box, but it's not. So you can start breathing again. I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, but I don't think we're ready for that."

"Okay," I say and let out my breath.

"Here, open it," Kurt says and holds out the box for me again. I can hear the excitement in his voice.

I take the box from him, and he sits down next to me. I slowly open the box, unsure what to find in there. When I remove the top, I find a gold-plated key. It makes me a little confused. And curious. What does this key open? I look up at him, unsure how to react.

"This is the key to my room in New York," Kurt says.

"You've already got the key to your dorm room?" I ask in confusion. How did he get that?

"Okay, so it's not actually the real key to my room, it's more of a symbolic key. But when I get the real keys, you will get a copy. At the time when we decided not to live together when we move to New York, it seemed like a good idea, but now I think it kind of sucks. I would love to live with you, but with this key, I want you to know that wherever I live, it's your home, too, and I want you to come and go just as if it were."

"Aww, Kurt…" it's all I manage to say because I'm so moved by this gesture. It's so simple yet so profound. I can't stop looking at the golden key in the box. Even though it's not the real key to his room, I already love it and want to carry it with me everywhere.

"Do you like it?" An uncertain Kurt asks.

"I love it! Thank you," I lean over and kiss him. "This means so much to me, you have no idea. I wished we had figured us out before, so we could have searched for a place to live together because I don't want to spend a day without you."

"Baby…" Kurt says, and I can see that he is moved by my words. "I guess we could look for a place together when we get there."

"Yes, let's do that!" The thought of living together really excites me. I don't know why because we're practically living together already. "I need to get a chain, so that I can wear the key around my neck. I want to have it with me all the time."

"Well, actually," Kurt says and smiles, "I got you a leather necklace in case you wanted to do just that, since it actually doesn't open anything."

"You did?"

Kurt reaches over to the night stand and pulls out a black leather necklace. He takes the key from the box and threads it on the necklace. He tells me to turn around and then places the necklace around my neck. The key lands on my chest. I stroke the key with my hand and then lift it up to look at it. "I got you a little longer necklace in case you wanted to hide the key under a t-shirt. I mean, if you want to wear it but not want people to see it."

"It's perfect, I love it. And I love you."

I kiss him again, a slow, deep, tongue-rolling kiss.

"I love you, too, birthday boy," Kurt says, and we lie down on the bed. I lie on my back, and Kurt turns over to his side, rests his head in his hand and looks at me. "How was your day today? I feel like I haven't gotten the chance to talk to you at all, besides a few texts."

"It's been okay, I guess. I managed to get a good start on a few songs. But I've missed you, like crazy much. Is that crazy? Have you turned me into a softy?"

Kurt laughs a little. He takes one of my curls and runs it between his fingers before he puts it behind my ear. "You know, I had a great time with Tina and then with Ali, but I kept thinking about how much I wanted to have you by my side. So I guess that makes me a softy, too."

"I just never want to be without you," I say and draw him in for a kiss. When we break the kiss, I look him into his eyes. "Never." Lying here next to him, I can't picture my life without him I don't want to picture my life without him, and I don't think that I need to either. My future is looking so bright right now, and I don't think I've ever been this happy. I'm in a good place with my mom, I have an amazing boyfriend, we're moving to New York in three weeks, starting our lives together. It's almost too good to be true. I keep waiting for something bad to happen because life can't be this good. But it doesn't feel like anything can throw me off course.

"I'm always gonna be by your side," Kurt says and kisses me. "You're not getting rid of me," he adds teasingly. He rolls over so that he's lying on top of me. "As it is your birthday, I'll let you decide how you want to do this."

"Do what?" I ask trying to play clueless.

Kurt thrusts his groin against mine. "This," he says with a smile.

"Oh, you mean this," I say and push back up at him. "You know how I like it, snuggy, just like this with you on top of me."

Kurt kisses me once, twice, and then sits up, his crotch against mine, and starts running his fingers along my arms. "I like it when you wear these tight tank tops." His fingers move over to my shoulders and then trail down to my chest. "They're tight enough so that I can picture what's underneath but not tight enough to make me want to rip it off the moment I see you."

I smile at him and make a mental note to go shopping for tighter tank tops. I want to experience the day when Kurt rips off my clothes just because the sight of them drives him crazy, because he wants to have me naked.

"I like that I can see your pecs-"

I can't help but laugh "I don't have pecs."

"Yes, you do. Shush now, I'm trying to set a tone here, so don't laugh, or I won't give you what you want."

I know he's only joking, but I do keep quiet from here on because I don't want to risk anything, and I want to see where he's taking this. Also I'm sensing this is payback from last week when we were interrupted.

"Good boy," Kurt says when I refrain from saying anything else. "I like how it clings to your stomach, how when you stretch your arms, it raises from above your waist so that I can see the smooth skin of your stomach." Kurt's fingers find their way down my stomach and under my tank top. The tank top rides up as his fingers trail up my stomach.

"I like how it makes me want to do this." Kurt bends down and licks his way from my lower ribs, to my bellybutton and down to where my shorts begin. I shudder at the sensation of his tongue against my skin. Kurt unbuttons my shorts and starts sucking at the sensitive skin he just revealed. It makes my dick come alive. Having Kurt's mouth this close to my dick always has that effect.

"Oh, you like this?" Kurt says smugly when he sees my reaction.

"You know I do," I say in a shaky voice as he traces his hand down my hardening cock.

"Is this for me, baby?" Kurt asks innocently.

"No, it's for the guy down the block," I say and roll my eyes.

"Oh, you mean the burly Mr. Henderson. I better leave it alone then," Kurt says pretending not to hear the irony and removes his hand and rolls off me.

"Don't you dare, Kurt," I growl and pull him back up on me. "It's my birthday, remember."

"True. So, do you want me to continue?"

"Yes, please. I want some part of you near my dick all night."

"Your wish is my command, baby," Kurt says and grabs my cock with a firm hand. He starts stroking me above my boxers. "Like this?"

"Yes," I moan, "exactly like that." I grab his ass and try to squeeze one hand inside his jeans. It's a fruitless attempt. Why does he insist on wearing these skintight jeans all the time? Not only don't I understand how he gets into them, but I also don't understand how I'm supposed to get into them. And I really want to get into his pants tonight.

"You know what," Kurt says. "I think we're wearing too many clothes."

It's like he's reading my mind. Without saying anything, we both get up from the bed. Soon our clothes are laying on the floor, and we're standing across the bed in just our underwear. Kurt's wearing a pair of tight, white boxers that clearly shows off his growing erection. Without even thinking about it, I trace my tongue across my lips. Kurt's biting his lower lip in a way that makes me incredibly turned on. The moonlight shines in through the window, falling on Kurt, making his blue eyes sparkle and accentuating the highlights in his hair.

"You look like a mythical creature tonight, you're so incredibly sexy," I say to him, and I see a slight blush creeping up on his cheeks.

"Come here," Kurt says and gets up on the bed. I sit down on my knees across from him on the bed. He takes my right hand and places it on his forehead. He slowly moves my hand down, so that it's tracing down his nose, his mouth, his jaw, his neck, his chest, his stomach, his erection until it lands on his thighs. "This is all yours. If I'm sexy, it's only because you make me feel sexy, because you make me feel loved." He leans in and kisses me, and I capture his face with my left hand, cupping his cheek, deepening the kiss.

"When we're close like this, I get mesmerized. When you kiss my lips, I get hypnotized," Kurt sings. It's the lyrics from my song, and I shiver when I hear him sing them because I realize that the words are true for both of us.

"Our love is a beautiful mess, it's you and me against the world. Our love is untouchable." I sing back to him.

"You make me feel like I'm the only one. The only one that matters to you." Kurt says. "You always have. Ever since that day in fifth grade when I traded you my chocolate chip cookies. You've always taken care of me. You've helped me grow into the person that I am today, and that I get to have you like this… it blows my mind."

My heart does that weird double flip that it has done a lot lately when I'm around Kurt. There are no words to describe how much I love him, how much I can't be without him. He's my air, without him I can't live. I feel the tears stinging at the back of my eyes, but I do my best to fight them off. "I love you. Make love to me."

From that moment on, we both stay quiet. Kurt takes my hands in his and intertwines our fingers. We kiss for a long time, and slowly we shift, so that we are lying next to each other on the bed, chest to chest, thigh to thigh, with our erections aligned next to each other. As our hands let go to explore each other's bodies, our legs intertwine instead.

Kurt starts to kiss his way down along my jawline, down my neck until his lips find the spot on my neck were he loves to suck and leave a beautiful mark. His mouth worships the spot for a while before he continues to kiss his way down my body. He sucks on my nipples, making me moan loudly, licks my belly button and kisses the skin just above the waistband of my boxers. My cock twitches with anticipation with Kurt's mouth being so close.

Slowly Kurt pulls down my boxers and continues to kiss his way down. He places a kiss on the top of the head and then lick his way down until he reaches my balls. He takes one in his mouth and sucks on it, making me moan with pleasure. Letting go of my ball, he continues to trail his tongue down to my entrance. I shudder when it runs over my hole the first time. He does it again and again. I try to lie still and just embrace the feeling, but he's making it hard, and I desperately want to push my ass closer to him, needing him to push into me. I tell myself to be patient and just let Kurt set the pace, to just relax and enjoy everything Kurt is doing to me.

He takes my leaking cock in his hand and starts to slowly stroke me at the same time that his tongue finally pushes through the first barrier. I relax and spread my legs, loving the feeling of anything of Kurt's inside me. His tongue keeps licking and penetrating in the most delicious way, and I find myself moaning and writhing with pleasure.

He stops and crawls back up to place a soft kiss on my lips. He reaches over to the nightstand, the drawer still open from before and pulls out lube and a condom.

"Turn around baby." He whispers close to my ear, and I comply instantly.

He moves back down between my legs, pulls my hips up so that I'm resting on my knees and chest, leaving my ass on full display for him. I can't see him now, can only feel what he is doing to me, and somehow, that makes it even more sensual.

He places a kiss on each cheek, before he separates them, and I feel his tongue on my entrance again, licking and pushing. I hear him opening the lube bottle, and soon his tongue is replaced with a slick finger. Without much warning, he pushes it deep inside me. I let out a sound that is a mix of deep pleasure and slight pain. He moves his finger in and out of me, and soon he adds a second finger. There is a slight burn as he pushes in with two fingers, but it's soon gone and from there it's all pleasure.

He twists and spreads his fingers to prepare me for what's coming. He pushes his finger as far in as he can, tracing his fingertips against the walls until he finds that one spot. I shout fuck into the pillow as he trails his finger over that spot again and again. My cock is in desperate need of some attention, but I leave it alone, not wanting this moment to be over already.

Just when I think I'm about to come anyway, Kurt pulls out his fingers and adds a third one. With three fingers, he doesn't reach as far in, but it's needed for the stretch. I push my ass back against him, wanting to have as much of him inside me as possible, showing him that I can take more.

He pushes and stretches until my muscles have relaxed around his fingers. That's when he pulls out, and I hear the familiar sound of a condom wrapper being opened. I wait for a few seconds, and then I feel the tip of his dick sliding up and down my entrance. Then he stills, and I feel how he's dick is gently pushed against it.

Kurt grabs my hips, and I try to relax, but there's still a burn when he pushes into me. Kurt was right though, it gets better each time we have sex, and it's nowhere near as bad as the first time. Kurt goes slowly, pausing occasionally to give me time to adjust, until he bottoms out. I feel full, and I love it. I love having his dick inside me.

He pulls out and pushes into me again, in a slow, agonizing pace. I push back when he moves back in, so that his dick slams harder into me, giving him the sign that he can move faster. Kurt picks up his speed, and soon he's moving in and out of me in a much more delightful speed. When he picks up the pace, the tip of his dick hits my prostate, and I moan loudly every time.

Kurt leans over me, and I tilt my head so that our lips meet in a kiss. He rests his chest on my back as he keeps pushing into me. Every glorious thrust driving me closer. I break the kiss to let out a string of moans of pleasure. I'm sure there are other words leaving my mouth as well, but I can't recollect what they are – I'm too far gone in this insane pleasure Kurt is bringing me.

Kurt takes my dick in his hand and starts to stroke me at the same pace as he is pushing into me. The pleasure is too much, the repeated stimulation of my prostate in combination with his hand job soon has me spilling cum all over the covers. I don't think I've ever come this hard it's like there is no end of cum spurting out of me.

Kurt lets go of my softening dick and grabs my hips as he pushes hard into me a few more times until I hear him moan and feel his dick twitch inside me, as his orgasm hits him. He collapses on top of me, sweaty and panting. I drop to the bed, stretching out my legs, not caring about the wet mess underneath me. Kurt just lies there, catching his breath, coming down from his high. I can feel him slowly slip out of me as his erection goes down.

"I'm glad you're not worrying about my dad hearing us anymore," Kurt whispers in my ear and I can hear the smug smile in his voice.

I laugh a little at his remark. "I hope he's a sound sleeper. I don't understand how every time we have sex it just gets better and better. You know just all the right spots, when to hold back and when to let go. You're some kind of sex god. I can't help it if I'm loud when you do that to me."

Kurt laughs. "Sex God. I should add that to my resume. Kurt Hummel, Sex God. I'm sure that would get me into all the right places in New York."

"Well, it's the truth. If it was up to me, we would stay down here and just do this all the time. Who needs to interact with the rest of the world when you can have sex instead?"

"How would we survive though? Wouldn't we starve?"

"No, we wouldn't, we would eat ass and cum."

Kurt laughs so hard that he rolls of me. He lands next to me, turning his head so that he's facing me. "You're crazy."

"And also full of good ideas. Just imagine what that would be like. Just you and me pleasuring each other all the time, no interruptions, no need to write songs, no need to start packing for our move. No need to do anything, but just focus on new ways to bring each other to orgasm," I say in a dreamy voice. I mean, what could be better than that?

"Okay…" Kurt rolls his eyes as though I have totally lost it. "As tempting as that sounds, we need to get cleaned up. You have a big day coming up, and you need to get some rest because I have an awesome day planned out for you."

"You do?" I say surprised. "But you already given me the best birthday gift. And the best birthday sex."

"It's your birthday, Blaine, of course, I have. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I hadn't planned the most spectacular day for you?" Kurt smiles and kisses me on my nose.

"What are we doing?"

Kurt huffs. "Like I'm telling you that. It's a surprise, you have to wait and see." I pout but Kurt only laughs and kisses my pouting lips. "Come on, let's shower and change these sheets so that we can go to sleep."

Kurt gets up from the bed, taking care of the condom that's still hanging on his dick. I sit up and look down on the sticky mess on my chest. A shower sounds like a good idea. We shower together, taking turns in washing each other. I like this part of our post-sex routine almost as much as the sex itself. We're both so relaxed, and Kurt always comes up behind me and hugs me. He holds me tight, his arms wrapped around my chest, and rests his head in the crook of my neck. I squeeze his arms and tilt my head to rest on top of his. We stand like that and let the hot water splash down on us.

I change to sheets when Kurt spends an extra ten minutes in the bathroom doing his nighttime skin care routine. When he gets back from the bathroom, there are fresh sheets and a naked me on his bed. He curls in next to me so that we are facing each other.

"Thank you for an amazing start to my birthday," I say and kiss him.

Kurt runs his finger through my damp hair. "Do you think life can get any better than this? Because I honestly don't."

"No, life is pretty good." I'm too tired to argue or point out that there are some things that I can change to make our lives perfect.


Notes:

As always, this wouldn't be nearly as enjoyable for you to read without all the help I'm getting from roxymusicandlayers. Thank you for always making me smile :)