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4:25 AM

Blaine had finally fallen asleep around 4 AM. He had heard Kurt, shuffling around the house, prior to finally shutting his eyes from the emotional exhaustion. He had kept hoping Kurt would decide to come back. He didn't. After so many hours, Blaine hadn't cared if Kurt just came back in to sleep next to him. Spending their first night apart was too tough. Spending their first night apart, while upset, was monumentally tough! Blaine had chastised himself, in all sorts of different ways, for all sorts of different things, before the blessed sleep came and rescued him from replaying everything, from the night before, for the millionth time, in his head. Blaine blamed himself for everything and wished he could go back and not've pushed Kurt. Kurt may have still been mad, but up until Blaine pushed and begged for more, he was going to lay down next to Blaine, share the space with him, at least. Blaine'd spent time with the absence, he knew he'd dislike it, but had no idea how much he'd actually loathe it. As the night drug on, Kurt's side of the bed became a deep, dark, black hole of a Kurt sized absence. And Blaine could only focus on needing it desperately filled. So, when sleep had finally come, it had been a welcomed relief.

7:33 AM

Blaine felt a weight around his middle, heat along his back, and a puffs of breath at the back of his neck. Legs were tucked in, knees behind knees, and the comfort of it all was entirely dreamy. That's it! -this was a dream - the best kind of fantasy where everything that had ever been topsy-turvy had been righted by one man's presence, by one man's arms wrapped around him. And he hoped, against hope, that the Sandman would show him pity and stay and work overtime. He only dared to snuggle the tiniest of bit closer into the warmth, afraid of breaking the spell.

9:55 AM

The Sandman, had indeed, did Blaine a solid. He felt two strong, but gentle hands rubbing his shoulders, applying the right amount of pressure to his sore muscles there. Just, wow! The touch felt so good. So relaxing. So real! His eyes remained closed and his body pliant under the treatment. A ghost of hand ran down the length of his back, then it softly massaged its way up than back down again. The warm hands continued on this way, for an unmeasurable amount of time, before a whisper accompanied them.

"Feel nice?" The whisper asked.

"Mhmm," Blaine acknowledged.

Kurt chuckled. And Blaine started to be pulled from his slumber and slowly back into reality.

The more the hands ran over his shoulders and back, the more Blaine realized this reality was far better than the one he'd fell from earlier that morning. He cracked his eyes open to Kurt's voice, no longer hidden behind a whisper anymore.

"Sorry for waking you, but I couldn't go another second without touching you. I feel so badly about last night, and I missed you. Very moouoch." He'd buried his mouth into Blaine's soft skin of his shoulder and puckered his lips there into a gentle kiss. He kept massaging his skin, hoping he could rub his apology completely into every part Blaine. He peppered his back with small, delicate kisses.

Blaine leaned back into the ministrations, into the care he felt spreading there. A smile of relief bloomed on his face, as he laid there, still tired, but very much content.

Better. Than. Any. Dream.

Kurt pushed himself closer, pulling Blaine flush to him. Blaine could feel Kurt's erection against the back of his thigh. Kurt hugged him tighter and said into the room, "I know I screwed up royally last night." He kissed into Blaine's curls and dropped his head down again onto the pillow, not pushing things further, not turning up the heat, but just enjoying the perfect warmth of their closeness. He'd occasionally rub softly over Blaine's skin, then ended up holding Blaine's hand, their fingers entwining, and pulling his other one up to run his fingers through Blaine's curls.

It felt blissful and like balm being soothed onto the wounds he'd felt from the night before.

10:35AM

Kurt started talking low and slow, obviously with purpose. His breath heated Blaine's shoulder with each expelled word. "Like I said, I know I screwed up royally last night and I should have talked with you about how I felt."

"Master..." Blaine almost cooed. But Kurt stopped him with a feather light touch, of his fingertips, to his lips, which Blaine kissed chastity before Kurt took them back, to hold Blaine's hand again. Kurt settled back down again and pressed on.

"Im disappointed with myself for not reassuring you that we would talk later, for not telling you that I just needed time. Uh, I just needed the night to think. I'm so sorry I wasn't able to be the Dom you needed then, and I don't want what happened last night, to scare you from asking me for what you want. Please know, I'd usually encourage you to initiate things between us. Really I would. I didn't ever want to discourage you from that. But then, last night happened, and I did just that, and, and I've been up all night worrying about it, and I just feel awful. It's not an excuse, for how I handled things, but I had so much on my mind and I was just as upset at myself, probably even more than I was upset at you. I was confused, and totally pissed off, that our night ended up the way it did. So badly did I want to set things right, but I knew I couldn't, and I just felt like the rest of the night was ruined. I need our first time together to be like we planned, to be just right. You know? It needs to be something special, not hurried or rushed. And especially not used as a means to try and repair an otherwise horrible night. It means something to me, because you mean something to me, Blaine. It's just that I feel so deeply, and strongly, it scares me sometimes. I love you so much, I feel it so deeply, that when I get upset about things between us, I guess, that I feel that really deeply too. Please tell me that we'll be able to work this out? That you'll talk to me and trust me again? Please, Blaine, May I have a do over?"

Kurt's voice had been pleading and he ended it with another soft puckered kiss to Blaine's shoulder. He didn't look into Blaine's eyes, too afraid he'd find the pain he'd left there, behind the hazel and the gold. What if he didn't find forgiveness in Blaine's expression? He'd poured out all that he could, of himself, into words, and he just couldn't bring himself to take that last step, of putting himself out there, to perhaps find rejection there. He laid his head back down behind Blaine and held onto him for dear life, hoping Blaine's next words wouldn't wound him to deeply.

Blaine would have none of that, and managed to twist himself over, while still being held in Kurt's arms, to look at Kurt. To Kurt's huge relief he found only concern and affection hidden behind the mixed colors of his eyes. The expression he wore was soft and comforting. It made Kurt's stomach flutter with the strange combination of eagerness and reassurance. Kurt's expression softened only after Blaine ran his hand down the side of his face. It was such a sweet gesture, and a conveyance of forgiveness, without a single word. Blaine reached out to Kurt and they both held each other. The relief swelled in both their chests and a few silent tears ran down each of their cheeks. It felt wonderful, but Kurt still needed to hear Blaine say it. "Blaine? Do you forgive me?"

"Kurt..." He said with such emotion, Kurt thought he'd not be able to hold back the wailing of tears daring to come forth. Keeping his gaze, Blaine spoke to him, "It's ok to make mistakes, here and there, along the way. That you care so deeply, about making it right, is what makes you a good boyfriend and an excellent Dom. Of course I forgive you. And..."

Kurt couldn't take it another second, his lips tingled too much for Blaine's. He dove in and slammed their mouths together. Blaine was thrown off guard, for just a second, before he also found what he needed in the kiss. It was the best kind of, wet and slippery, promise that they'd be alright.

They kept their kisses leisured and sweet, lapping their tensions and worries into non existence. After some time, when it felt right, Blaine broke away. He observed Kurt's kiss swollen, pink and puffy lips, and had to keep himself from diving right back in.

Instead, he inhaled a deep breath, "I need to ask for your forgiveness, too, and for your understanding. I really need to explain what happened with Sebastian, the Dom at the bar. Will you hear me out?"

"Of course. But let's discuss it over some breakfast. I'm thinking something special and sweet - donut?" Kurt suggested with a smile.

"Cronut?" Blaine smirked and wiggled his eyebrows, for good measure.

Kurt laughed, "Ok, a cronut for you, and a donut for me."

"Ok, thank you, Sir." And he meant it for far more than just the cronut.

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They'd been sitting at the table for over an hour, full of their sugary treats and milk. Blaine had filled Kurt in on how everything went down at the bar and how Blaine had tried so hard to keep from showing any kind of weakness, like he knew Kurt would've wanted. He explained his embarrassment of his arousal, and how he'd been so overwhelmed, not only with what the Dom was proposing, but with his eagerness for what he and Kurt had planned for that night, together. It had all been too much and as soon as he'd seen Kurt, he gave in to the fight within himself and let himself kneel, not for the other Dom - not really. Kurt had listened and nodded and seemed to let the unease, of the whole affair, fall away from him. He should of let Blaine explain all of this last night. But with the combined stress of having had the run in with Thad, in the restroom, which had kept Kurt from Blaine, allowing Sebastian the time to corner him, it had all been to much.

They decided to move over to the couch, where they could be more comfortable, and touch each other. Kurt finished explaining his absence, from the scene with Sebastian, and Blaine was shocked, to say the least. He spat his disapproval at his friend's gall and told Kurt he'd talk with Thad, and set him straight. After so much rehashing, they looked at each other with the shared knowledge that they were now both on the same page. They empathized with each other, and understood so much more of where the other was coming from. It was nice to bask in the relief, that flowed through the air, between them there. The ease that they felt then emboldened Kurt to share more, opening the vault - that was Kurt - to Blaine.

"I guess my insecurities are partly because you didn't get to choose me. You know? I just swooped in, picked you up, and brought you here to be my Sub. That didn't really leave you much of a choice." Kurt's eyes bore into Blaine's begging, once again, for his understanding and empathy.

Blaine moved in and grabbed both of Kurt's hands in his.

"Oh, Kurt, please listen to me. I want you to get that I HAVE choosen you! I choose you every single time I kneel for you. I choose you every time I return a smile at you - and that's a whole lot! I choose you with every ounce of my being, because you've given me the power to do just that. Surely you must know you've hinted at this same issue, this same concern, before. I don't want you to let it gnaw at you anymore, or it'll consume you to a pile of uncertainty and skepticism. You should stop doubting the truth of who you are, which is, consequently, who I see as. You're a kind man, a caring man, a giving man, and a beautiful man! You've rescued me, Kurt, not imprisoned me. You've helped me, not hindered me. You've gotten to know me, and you've listen to me, and you don't tell me that my thoughts are not important or valid. You make my needs feel important to you, so much so, that you see them equal to your own. In the light of all of these wonderful things, I think you have a pass at being upset, from time to time, even to the point of being irrational, if you're emotions get the better of you. I'm not going to stop loving you, and wanting to serve you, just because there's instances, where you have to put what you're working through, ahead of being the perfect Dom to me. I understand that that's what happened last night."

Kurt lunged at Blaine, feeling amazed at this wonderful, understanding boy. "You just told me exactly what I needed to hear. You mean it right?" He through his arms around Blaine and squeezed.

"Every word. I love you. And I love you more than this beautiful body of yours. He felt emboldened, himself, and reached around and grabbed Kurt's ass, over his paints, and squeezed him there, digging his fingertips in. Kurt yelped, and forced the gesture to the back of his mind - for later.

He chastely kissed Blaine's lips and said, "I love you too, and I love you more than your hot body, too. Thank you for believing in me. I'll try to remember all the things you've said, in times like last night, and hope that they'll keep me from failing you ever again. I want to conquer my fears. Though, I'm concerned by the intensity we share, I'm more worried about us being hurt because of it. I'm trying to find the right balance between Master and boyfriend. Desiring to give you the freedoms I believe you deserve, and yet limiting how far I let you go without having to discipline you. My heart and my head have been at odds, with each other, not just last night, though that had been the peak of the conflict, but ever since we discovered that the special bond we share, the true pairing, could inadvertently harm us. Ruin us."

Blaine had moved into Kurt's space, and sat with his back to Kurt's chest while he listened to him speak. Kurt had crossed his arms, over Blaine's middle, and they held hands there.

"Master, don't carry all of this weight on your shoulders alone, I've got two perfectly good shoulders right here, begging you to let me carry some of the burden too. Sometimes I feel like you're carrying my share of the burden, along with the weight of me, seeing me as someone who's handicapped and needs to be carried, when what I really am, is someone who's willing to pull his own weight, and his share of the burden. I need you to let me be that person- that Sub. For you. For me. For us!"

Kurt hugged him firmly and squeezed his hands a little bit tighter and agreed. "I know, your strong, but you're my Sub, and I've carried you since the first day I'd met you. I carried you right on out of there, and I suppose I feel like I should still be doing that."

"You're right, there's going to be times when I'm going to need you to carry me. I'm a Sub and I require direction and dominance. The thing that's different from me then, is I'm YOUR Sub, I've been, for months now, and that's what's made me stronger. I'm capable of more than you may think, but I'll always need you, because it's in you that I find my courage. I believe, together, we can muscle through anything. We'll figure out our true pairing. It may take time, and it might feel like a bump in the road right now, but I wouldn't trade it for anything else in the world. It's what makes us - us."

"And I like us." Kurt kissed him. "I like us a lot." Kurt kissed him again. "I like us a lot, a lot." Kurt kissed him one more time, before his little game was interrupted by Blaine, who held him there and deepening the kiss. He pulled Kurt down on top of him and proved to Kurt, that he need not worry about having scared Blaine off from initiating things. He was quickly escalating things, sending a strong message, letting Kurt know he, very much, wanted them to take things to the next level. He slid his down between them, under Kurt's waistband and pulled on Kurt's half hard cock. Kurt moaned into Blaine's mouth and it caused Blaine to become fully erect. "Will you fuck me, Master?"

"Gawd yes, Blaine!" He continued pushing himself down into Blaine's hand until Blaine stilled it. "Let's go into the bedroom, huh?" Kurt suggested.

"Yes, Sir." Blaine replied and Kurt slowly pulled himself away and off of Blaine. Blaine missed his heat immediately. But he had little time to think about that, before Kurt was hoisting him up, and throwing him over his shoulder.

Blaine squealed in laughter, "Master?"

"What? I see this as one of those times that you need carrying. Because I want to, and because you should save all your energy for our vigorous bedroom activities." He answered through giggles and the effort of carrying Blaine's weight up the stairs. Half way up, he spanked Blaine's ass that was laying on his shoulder.

"Ahh!" Blaine yelled and wiggled. Kurt stopped his assault, returning both his hands, to assure he wouldn't drop a wiggling Blaine, sending him toppling down the stairs.

"I love us, Sir." Blaine giggled when they reached the landing.

"I love us too, Blaine." Kurt answered, when Blaine was in mid flight, from being thrown into the air, to the bed. "You're so beautiful." Kurt told him after he laid back, comfortably. "Now, remove those pants because I can't wait to prepare you. Then I'm going to do you so slowly it'll drive you mad, and make you cum all over yourself. Then I'm going to flip you over, and do you over, and over again."

Blaine's eyes bulged and so did his pants. "Yes, Sir!" and he got rid of the latter.

sorry to stop here. I promise the boys will continue their vigorous bedroom activities next chapter. I hope you enjoyed the angst and the fluff in this chapter. Thank you for reading and sticking with this story so far. Thank you to all who have reviewed, especially those of you that have reviewed consistently, or more than once. I appreciate hearing your thoughts on this story and our boys. If I get a good turn out of readers on this, I have a couple more Klaine stories I could pull out, from the dust bunnies, and edit/ finish. Thanks again, for putting up with my errors. I hope I'm getting at-least the tiniest bit better with editing my own writings. *