Chapter 38

"Oh, my big, strong husband," Kurt cooed as he inspected Blaine's bruised hand. Kurt was working hard to keep from cracking up as Blaine flexed this hand, testing the soreness.

Holding it in his own delicate hands, Kurt turned it over and back before carefully placed a Ziploc bag full on ice on the swollen knuckles.

"Ooouuuuch!" the doctor yipped, trying to hold still.

"Does it hurt much, honey?" Kurt asked, stifling a chuckle.

"Sss cold," Blaine pouted.

"And your right hand!" Kurt commented with a suggestive tone. "What are we going to do? Think of all the things you do with that hand. And I'm not talking surgery!" Kurt could barely contain his laughter.

The two men had returned to their penthouse shortly after the altercation. Jackets off, ties removed and shirt sleeves rolled up, they were standing in the kitchen in their sock feet. Kurt's concern was genuine even though he was having fun with Blaine.

"This is what happens when you defend my honor," Kurt sing-songed the words; then noticed Blaine's wince as he massaged the damaged hand with his thumbs a little too enthusiastically.

Sticking out his lower lip in a pitiful frown and using his best puppy dog eyes, Blaine was hoping to soak this for all it was worth. Blaine loved it when Kurt fussed over him. It worked as he elicited just the response he wanted when Kurt leaned to press a soft kiss to the corner of the down-turned mouth.

Earlier that evening…

Hushed exchanges passed through the party with many different versions of what had happened. No one had overhead Kent's vulgar comments leading up to Blaine's strike so the rumor mill was running rampant. Many of the party guests knew Kent and just assumed that he had hit on Blaine. They figured Kent had offended him so most were sympathetic to Blaine even though they didn't know who he was.

Blaine searched the room and found Kurt in a far corner, talking and waving his hands as he was obviously describing some design feature. Blaine could tell that the gossip hadn't caught up to his husband. He approached the group, getting Kurt's attention and discreetly motioned to him. Kurt excused himself to speak with Blaine, noticing that his husband was holding his right hand.

"Blaine! What happened?!"

"Tell your friends 'Good night,' Kurt. We're going home. I'll explain on the way. I've already called for Andrew," Blaine instructed firmly, placing his left hand under Kurt's elbow to guide him toward the door.

"Umm, okay." Kurt trusted his husband enough to know that there was a very good reason for Blaine's serious demeanor and he wasn't about to challenge it. He turned back to the group. "Well, it seems I must leave. Good night everyone! Thank you so much for this wonderful party."

Kurt paused to express his thanks to various individuals while they worked their way through the party to find the entrance. Blaine suffered through each delay, the pain in his hand increasing. Silently exiting the hotel, they quickly found Andrew. Once settled inside the car, Kurt turned to Blaine, eyeing the injured hand, and spoke. "Spill."

Present…

"I still can't believe you hit him!" Kurt was grinning broadly and still shaking his head in wonder at his husband's chivalrous act.

"I told you, my love, he was a complete ass! The way he talked about you! And he didn't even know who I was!" Blaine's voice was rising as he grew more indignant at the thought of the way Kent talked indiscriminately about Kurt. "I'll not have anyone talking about you that way! No one!"

"I love you for it, you know." Kurt batted his eyelashes, exaggerating his statement. "You're my hero!"

"Kurt, it's not funny!" Blaine exclaimed, seeing that Kurt was making light of the situation. "He could be saying those things to anyone. It just infuriates me. He was so smug, like you would fall all over him and take him back..."

"Wait a minute, big boy, he never had me. We dated. That was all."

"Well, he made it sound like you two were in a serious relationship. And the sex, ugh. The way he described you."

"What! There was nothing serious about it. Blaine, you know that was when I brought Rene to America. When I wasn't working, I was with Rene, going to doctors and hospitals. I had no time for a relationship."

"That's what he said ended it. Rene's illness and your time with Rene. He said that now Rene was gone, he wanted to start up with you again."

"Oh, Blaine, you know there's no way that would happen, right?" Kurt voice softened, seeking to reassure his husband. "You aren't jealous are you?"

"Not of him," Blaine immediately responded. Then he hesitated before adding, "Weeellll, maybe a little because of how he described you in bed."

"Blaine…."

"It's okay, Kurt. Neither of us were virgins when we met. I get that you had sexual relationships. But I don't want to hear about it. At all." He looked at Kurt whose serious expression told of his support for Blaine's feelings.

"I wouldn't want to hear about you with anyone else, either," Kurt murmured, eyes downcast. "It must have been awful."

"I'm not even going to dignify his words by repeating them, Kurt. But, yes, it was awful." Blaine insisted.

Kurt hung his head further, now filled with thoughts of Blaine and other men and how Kent must have made Blaine feel. Blaine could sense his lover's panic and slipped two fingers of his good hand under Kurt's chin to tip his head back. Their eyes meeting, watery azure and molten chocolate, they each sought comfort in their mate. Their steady, loving gaze led to a slow waltz as Kurt laid his head on Blaine's shoulder and Blaine's good arm circled Kurt's waist to pull him close, his injured hand held gingerly between them. With Kurt's hands resting on Blaine's shoulders, the married men rocked back and forth in place, feeling the music of their hearts.

XXX

It was the night before they were to depart for Lima. They had gathered the items that needed to go home with them and Kurt was making a final mental check of what was packed. He could hear Blaine on the phone with Andrew, confirming their pick-up time the next day. He smiled as he heard Blaine laughing, trading sports scores with Andrew. It constantly amazed Kurt how easily Blaine engaged the important people in Kurt's life. It reaffirmed his good fortune to have so many wonderful friends and associates. And most of all, what a perfect husband he was blessed to have.

Kurt was on a high, having accomplished so much during his days in the New York office. He even made an impromptu visit to the troublesome fabric distributor and had the man cowering in his imposing presence inside of the first ten minutes he was there. Kurt made it abundantly clear that he was powerful enough in the industry that he could make sure that no one else used this man's firm for fabric orders. He left that office, sure that man would never give his office grief again. In fact, Kurt was presented with the bolt of the desired fabric as a peace offering. The doltish man figured out quickly enough that he didn't want Kurt Hummel as an adversary.

Lisbeth had flown in from Milan when Michael told her that Kurt would be in New York. Kurt spent much of his time working with her on some new creations from his staff in Italy. He wrapped up their meetings knowing in his heart that he had made the right choice putting Lisbeth in charge of that operation. And, just as he suspected, Blaine and Lisbeth hit it off famously. Before the end of their brief time together, they were interacting like brother and sister. Kurt really loved his life now and was ready to go home.

Blaine entered their bedroom as he was hanging up. "Andrew's on board," he confirmed for his husband who was deep in thought.

"Good. What time did you tell him?" Kurt was still ticking off those invisible items on his check list.

"One o'clock. He'll take us to lunch, then the airport. I thought we'd go to your favorite café."

Kurt sighed, "You know me so well."

"Ummm, I do, my love. Will you be ready by 1? Is that enough time for my baby to get his beauty sleep, then get dressed and be beautiful for our trip?" Blaine teased his husband, knowing that Kurt insisted on plenty of time to get ready for any time he left their home and went out in public.

Kurt slapped at Blaine's arm, careful to avoid hitting the still-sore hand. "I'll be ready. And I'll only get my beauty sleep if you leave me alone." Kurt challenged Blaine by raising his nose in the air and huffed. "I need at least eight hours of rest to be my beautiful self!"

Blaine took the challenge, sensing the role play Kurt was encouraging.

"Kuuuuurt…" Blaine growled. He quickly grabbed the designer before he could duck away and pulled him close, whispering hot breath into his ear. "No way are you getting eight hours of sleep."

Kurt shuddered at the command, still trying to wrestle his way out of Blaine's grasp. "Blaine, you know how I need my sleep. Now, I have work to do. Let me go," he insisted weakly. He was ready to play the game.

"You cannot tell me to leave you alone. You are my husband and I will keep you up all night if I want," he responded with thrust to Kurt's thigh to emphasize his meaning.

"In fact, you will do as I say. Right now." Blaine purred into Kurt's ear causing his lover to quiver with anticipation of Blaine's next bold move. Blaine was feeling the heat rush to his groin and wanted to ensure Kurt's willingness to participate in this fantasy. Blaine was always careful to make sure Kurt was okay with his dominant personality when they were about to engage in rough sex.

Kurt was still struggling and slipped partially from Blaine's grasp, knowing his lover really only had the use of one good hand. But Blaine was faster than Kurt. Before Kurt could dart away, Blaine put out his foot and twined his leg between Kurt's, causing Kurt to fall backwards against him. Holding up the designer, Blaine pulled him hard, Kurt's back to his chest. Blaine turned them around so they were facing their full-length antique beveled mirror standing in the corner. Capturing Kurt's sex-glazed stare in the mirror, Blaine ensured Kurt's attention with his mouth, using it to tantalize and tease his lover in his most erogenous zones on his neck, nipping and sucking. All the time, Blaine maintained eye contact with Kurt using the mirrored reflection to gauge Kurt's response.

Blaine used his right arm to hold Kurt at his waist, careful of his hand, and snaked his left arm around to pull Kurt's tucked shirt out of his jeans. "You watching, baby? I know you love it"

Kurt's breathing became erratic as Blaine's fingers quickly found Kurt's nipple and gave it a hard tug. Twisting it, he mouthed into Kurt's neck. "Don't run from me." Twisting again for emphasis, his tongue swiped Kurt's ear ending with his teeth capturing the earlobe in a playful nip that turned into a demanding bite.

Kurt's uneven pants turned into moans as Blaine moved his left hand to massage his lover's growing bulge. "Look at you," Blaine commanded Kurt to look at himself. A particularly tight grip caused Kurt to momentarily lose his balance and he fell against Blaine, giving in to the immeasurable pleasure his husband was drawing from his heated body.

"Hmmmm. Like that, baby?" Blaine's tone demanded an answer. When Kurt didn't respond quickly enough, Blaine tightened his grip to the point of pain mixed with pleasure.

"Again, Kurt. Do you like that?" Still tightening, but this time biting into the soft spot below Kurt's ear, Blaine bit harder until Kurt mewled in acquiescence. "Speak, Kurt."

"Yes, Blaine."

"Yes, what, Kurt?" Blaine's tone was demanding, but loving.

"I like it. Don't stop," Kurt's voice was dripping with wanton desire. "Please…."

"Please what, Kurt," Blaine has loosened his hold and was holding his breath, waiting for Kurt to beg. "Beg for it, baby."

"Please, Blaine, please." Blaine knew when Kurt surrendered and he knew just how far to push this game.

"Not good enough, baby," he taunted Kurt. "I don't think you want it bad enough."

Kurt whined as Blaine released his grip. "Pleeeeeaaaase."

Blaine turned their two bodies to approach the desk under the window, Kurt a willing pawn in Blaine's game of control. On the way, Blaine grabbed a pillow while still holding onto Kurt, planning ahead for what he was about to do. Stopping at the edge, Blaine placed the pillow on the desk against Kurt's middle. "Wouldn't want to bruise that pretty tummy," Blaine uttered as he stroked Kurt's arousal before releasing the button and zipper on the tight jeans. Pushing them down, he noted the light blue strap of Kurt's chosen undergarment. Snapping it, he muttered, "pretty baby."

Pushing Kurt's jeans the rest of the way, he spoke in an adamant tone. "Step out, love." And Kurt did.

Placing his hand gently on the back of Kurt's neck, he pushed it lightly, checking for resistance before more firmly pressing his husband's lower half over the desk. Blaine was literally salivating at the sight of his lover's pale and unblemished ass, two firm globes of bouncing inducement. Smoothing his palm over one pale cheek, Blaine rubbed light circles, cooing his appreciation for the perfection. Kurt's legs were trembling when he felt Blaine's wet tongue slick its way between the tight cheeks. Snapping the thong strap still in place, Blaine knew the slight pain of the continued snap in the same place would drive Kurt to the point of unbridled passion. Stopping to bite in the spots where red welts appeared, Blaine's attention to Kurt's whimpers confirmed his goal. Using teasing tongue and fingers, he stretched and readied his husband for his final assault. Kurt's insistent moans let Blaine know it was time to proceed.

Standing up and lowering his pants and briefs, he moved to center his erection and drive it home. One hand on Kurt's back to hold him down, he didn't hesitate before driving into his lover. Once entirely sheathed, he paused to give Kurt a moment to adjust, but Kurt didn't need it as he arched back to meet Blaine's strong thrust. Back and forth, sweaty bodies met, hips rolled and the men engaged in the basest of desires. Drooping over Kurt's back, Blaine pulled and stroked his lover to a feverish finish. Pumping strong, Blaine was racing to one last driving push. Kurt took control and met Blaine with a hip twitch and gyrations that compelled Blaine to empty the consummation of his love into the tight, throbbing canal of his husband. Kurt growled, "Mine," as he asserted his unquestioned hold over his husband's body and mind.

"Yours. Ever and Always." Blaine affirmed as his soft lips kissed Kurt's back.