A/N: Bold/Italics is the dialogue in the dream that the boys are watching. Italics are the boys conversing as they watch the dream.
The boys rutted themselves into a frenzy quickly. "Wait," Kurt panted. "I…can we…I want to take my time with you."
"Do you want to take this little party up to my room?" Blaine suggested.
"Abso-fucking-lutely," Kurt said with a coy grin. "Oh, the things I want to do to your body," he thought as they rushed up to Blaine's room.
Not wanting to waste any time, Blaine stripped off his clothes and lay on the bed, not ashamed or anxious at all to be so vulnerable in front of his soulmate.
"Holy sh-shit, B," Kurt stammered as he straightened from undressing himself. "Warn a guy before he looks up if you're just going to be laying there in all of your naked glory." Kurt was grabbing at the base of his cock to try and stave off his orgasm.
"Good to know my body does that to you," Blaine said with a cheeky smile, not looking sorry at all.
Kurt growled, fucking growled, and pounced on Blaine. He placed a kiss on his lips that he knew would bruise them, but he didn't care. There had been so much emotional turmoil over the last 24 hours that he was ready to show Blaine some of the tricks he had up his sleeves. Last night seemed to be all about Kurt; tonight, it was going to be all about Blaine.
Where Blaine had licked and kissed at Kurt's skin the night before, Kurt nipped and bit at Blaine's. Sure, there were kisses and kitten licks interspersed, but the majority of the contact between Kurt's mouth and Blaine's body was with Kurt's teeth. By the sounds of the moans Blaine was producing, he had no qualms with the slightly rough treatment of his body, and when Kurt's mouth latched on and sucked a mark to Blaine's chest, he moaned even louder.
Kurt made his way down Blaine's body, making sure to note where he got the loudest responses from him. When he reached Blaine's hips, the moans became louder, so he heaped bites and marks on both of them, making a trail of hickeys to Blaine's very hard cock. He gave it a long swipe with his tongue and then took him all the way into his mouth, providing just enough friction to take the edge off before pulling back.
"Nooooo," Blaine groaned. "Please, go back."
"I will, sweetheart," Kurt chuckled. "Patience."
Kurt then kept going lower, taking each one of Blaine's balls into his mouth for a few moments before releasing it. He urged Blaine to lift his hips, using his arms to hold his legs up so that he could continue his journey down.
"Your ass is just as beautiful as the rest of you," Kurt whispered and buried his face in Blaine's ass.
"Fuuuuuccccckkkkk," Blaine groaned even louder than before. He panted and moaned loudly as Kurt licked, sucked, nibbled, and blew gentle air around his rim before diving as much of his tongue in as he could. After what felt like a lifetime to Blaine, Kurt finally, finally added a spit-slick finger. One finger became two soon after. Kurt expertly found Blaine's prostate, and, when he brushed across it the second time, he took Blaine's now steadily leaking cock back into his mouth and pressed hard onto Blaine's prostate.
"KURT!" Blaine screamed as he came down Kurt's throat harder than he ever had before in his life. He came so hard, in fact, that he passed out for several seconds, and, right as he came to, he felt Kurt rutting against his very sensitive cock, painting both of their stomachs in his cum.
When their breathing finally evened out, Kurt looked up to see the golden eyes of his soulmate looking at him in awe. "Nobody has ever made me cum that hard or feel the feelings you make me feel," Blaine softly said, afraid that this might all be a beautiful dream that he never wanted to wake up from.
They lay in bed for some time, reveling in the feel of the other beside them. After they had gotten out of bed and cleaned up, they journeyed downstairs to make some supper. It was a relaxed meal under the gazebo where they talked more about living in New York and their favorite places to eat and shop. They discovered that they didn't live too far from each other and liked the fact that they wouldn't have to travel clear across the city to see each other when they got back home.
Over dinner, they also talked about their sleeping arrangements and decided that unless one of them needed time alone, they would sleep together in Kurt's room for the remainder of the trip. After they were finished eating, they cleaned up and sat on the patio, simply just enjoying being next to each other and taking in the scenery.
That night, after they were cuddled up in bed, they shared one of Kurt's dreams in much the same way they had Blaine's the night before, as observers looking in and not interacting.
"He makes me feel good," Kurt told a petite brunette.
"I think this is one of those things that I need to show you to make it easier to talk about later," Kurt said to Blaine as they watched what was unfolding before them. "Please remember that I was young and have learned so much from this."
"I love Sebastian and-and Sebastian loves me, but he doesn't exactly make me blush with his texts right now. W-What's the harm of someone making me feel special if it's all innocent? Okay."
"Would you show Sebastian those text messages?" Rachel asked.
"Of course not," Kurt scoffed.
"Oh, well, then I guess it's not that innocent," she said and left it alone.
"This was a series of really poor choices on my part," Kurt explained to Blaine. Thankfully, Blaine was still holding his hand, but it didn't make Kurt feel good at all that he had unshed tears in his eyes as he watched the happenings in front of him.
"Who's Chandler?" Sebastian asked as he looked at the messages rolling in on Kurt's phone.
"Why are you going through my phone?" Kurt asked in a slight panic.
"I'm not going through your phone," Sebastian defended. "It's just that it keeps buzzing because Chandler won't stop texting you. 'When we go to New York, let's go to the front of the Plaza and reenact the end of The Way We Were.'"
"Give me that," Kurt demanded half-heartedly.
"'Can you sing into my voicemail? I want to make your voice my ringtone,'" Sebastian quoted yet another text, pain evident in his voice.
"Give me my phone," Kurt demanded again, this time with a little more force.
"There are literally dozens of texts between the two of you," Sebastian said. "Do you know how many times you've texted me in the past two days? Four. And three of them were about finding peach-colored shoe polish."
"Why are you getting so upset? This is, this is all innocent," Kurt said, trying his best not to lose his patience with his boyfriend and not seeing any problem with the texts.
"This is cheating, Kurt," Sebastian said.
"This is texting," Kurt replied. "Okay. He's just a guy that I met at the music store," he explained. "Nothing happened. You used to text Jackson all the time. You would call him, even."
"But, I didn't like him, and all of those texts were family-friendly," Sebastian replied and sighed. "You like this guy." He looked like he might cry.
"I like the way he makes me feel," Kurt defended. "I mean, when was the last time that you complimented me or told me how special I was?"
"I transferred schools to be with you!" Sebastian chuckled and raised his voice slightly. "I, I changed my whole life for you! That doesn't make you feel loved?"
"You don't know what it's like being your boyfriend, okay?" Kurt retorted. "You are the alpha gay! Even Rachel wanted to make out with you. I used to get solos every week in Glee. Do you know how many times I've had to sit on a stool and watch you perform since you transferred?"
"Then talk to me," Sebastian pleaded. "Tell me that you're unhappy, but don't cheat on me."
"I feel like I have taken crazy pills!" Kurt said loudly. "I didn't cheat on you! I'm, I'm really sorry if this made you upset, but it's, it's, it's okay."
"It's not right, but it's okay," Sebastian spat back. The scene morphed into a choir room where Sebastian sang, 'It's Not Right, But It's Okay,' by Whitney Houston. The whole room seemingly took his side, effectively ganging up on Kurt.
The choir room faded away after this, and the boys watched Kurt sit on a bench by himself in what looked like a cemetery, watching the trees blow in the wind. The scene didn't change for the rest of their dream.
"I came here to talk with my mom and think about everything that had happened that day," Kurt said in a voice so light, Blaine had to strain to hear him. "I realized that Sebastian was right. I was cheating. And that realization broke my heart." By now, both boys had tears streaming down their faces. Kurt's for what he had done to Sebastian and Blaine for fear of what Kurt could possibly do to him in the future. "The next day, I sang to Sebastian, and we were able to work things out. I stopped talking to Chandler because there was no reason to continue to put my relationship in jeopardy."
"You cheated," Blaine spoke for the first time since the dream started. He sounded upset and maybe a little hurt.
"Yes," Kurt admitted. "I did."
"Did it ever happen again?" Blaine asked, needing to know the answer.
"No," Kurt answered vehemently. "I never did it again. I realized the mistake that I made and never wanted to see that look of hurt on anyone's face again because of something I did."
"Trust goes both ways," Blaine explained, willing the tears running down his face to stop. "I don't think I could ever trust Eric again, no matter what. And I know, logically, that you and that guy were only texting, but it scares me. I'm not going to lie about that."
"I will do whatever I need to, for as long as I need to do it, to earn and keep your trust, Blaine," Kurt said, holding Blaine's face in his hands. He wiped at the tears streaming down Blaine's face with his thumbs.
"I'm not sure why this is hurting me so badly," Blaine admitted with a slight chuckle. "You haven't done anything to me that would make me think you'd cheat on me."
"I fucked up and made a huge mistake," Kurt offered. "And regardless of when it happened, the fact is it did happen and it's not something I can take back or go back and redo. I learned from it and haven't so much as flirted with another guy if I was with someone else, even on dates. You were hurt badly, so of course, it makes sense that this would affect you worse than it might someone else. Your trust in me being questioned makes sense."
"I want to trust you," Blaine said, looking deep into Kurt's eyes. "No, I do trust you. I trust you with everything I have and am."
"That is the most precious gift you could ever give me," Kurt said, tears in his eyes now. "I will guard your trust with my life and will do everything in my power not to break it."
"I know it's too soon to say this," Blaine said. "And if you don't feel the same way, that's fine. I've just been thinking-"
"I love you, too," Kurt said, grinning like the Cheshire cat.
"Wait, what?" Blaine said, grasping what Kurt had said. His eyes grew wide as he stared at his soulmate, shocked.
"Was that not where you were going with that?" Kurt panicked. "Shit, I'm so sorry. It's way too soon and-"
"Baby," Blaine interrupted. "That is exactly where I was going with that. I'm just somewhat surprised that you love me back."
"How could I not?" Kurt asked then kissed Blaine with all of the love, trust, and passion he could.
The boys woke up from their dream then, embracing and kissing. Their kissing continued, and neither man felt the need to take it further.
"I love you," Blaine whispered when their lips broke away from each other for the first time since they awoke.
"I love you, too," Kurt whispered back.
Looking at the clock, Kurt noticed that it was nearing time for the sun to rise. "Want to go make a nest of blankets and pillows and watch the sunrise from the terrace?"
"That sounds absolutely wonderful!" Blaine answered.
They gathered up all of the extra pillows and blankets they could find and made, quite literally, a nest on the terrace. Kurt sat down first and beckoned Blaine to get between his legs and lean back against him. Blaine did and pulled some blankets on top of them both until they were snuggled in their own little cocoon.
"Thank you," Kurt softly said into Blaine's ear.
"What for, my love?" Blaine asked.
"For that," Kurt answered. "For loving me in spite of what you saw in that dream. It means so much to me that you love and trust me."
Blaine craned his neck so he could meet Kurt's eyes. "We were born so that we could find each other," Blaine explained. "There is no way I'm going to let one brief lapse in judgment get in the way."
In the end, they missed the sunrise. They were too wrapped up in each other's eyes and lips to notice.
A/N: Parts of the dream sequence were taken directly from the show…which I still don't own.