Kurt and Blaine sat on the couch with a bit of space between them.
When he opened the door, Kurt had needed that hug and Blaine had lovingly accepted it, because it was the only thing that could appease his fear. He thought Kurt wasn't going to want to see him, and Kurt thought Blaine was gone. Now, they knew they both wanted the same thing, and that was why they had to push aside the kisses and cuddles for now. The fight was still there, as was everything they had thrown at each other, so they had to focus on that now.
"First of all, I want to tell you that I called Dylan and Nate. I needed to vent and... well, you deserve to know." Kurt said, bitting his lips. He didn't want to hide anything from Blaine anymore, especially if it was about his friends.
Blaine nodded at that and gave a little quirk of a smile.
"I don't-" he was interrupted by his phone ringing in his pocket and he shot an apologetic look to Kurt before getting it out of his pocket.
He turned it to Kurt, to let him see Nate was calling him, before pressing the green button.
"Hey."
"what the hell is going on over there babe, Kurt was on the phone crying and..." As Nate went off on a tangent loudly down the line, Blaine held the phone away from his ear a little bit, but it was so loud that Kurt could hear what Nate was saying.
"...you'd best get over there and sort things out now, you can't-"
"Nate, i'm already here." Blaine interrupted him and there was a slight pause.
"Prove it."
Blaine rolled his eyes and put on the speaker phone, gesturing for Kurt to tell him he was there.
"Hey, Nate. He's here, you can stop calling him out now. But thank you."
"Great. I'll leave you to it then."
Nate hung up before Blaine could say anything and he hung his head a little as he placed his phone down on the table. He would have a real ear bashing from Nate and Dylan later.
"Erm...I don't know where to start." Blaine said nervously, "first of all...i'm sorry I called you a bitch, I didn't mean it."
Kurt sighed, leaning against the back of the couch.
"I know you didn't mean it, and I also know that I can be a bitch when I get angry, but hearing you say it wasn't pleasant." He admitted.
"I'd imagine it wasn't. So i'm really sorry for that...i'm also sorry for getting angry over all of it. I know you didn't mean to upset me, you were just trying to make me happy." Blaine turned to look at him and gave him another tight smile, "I know I've avoided conversation about my parents...but it's just that they aren't important to me anymore. They haven't been for years."
"I had no right to do what I did, although it's true that I was just trying to help. But from your reaction that day, when I said that I hoped to meet your parents one day, I must have imagined that the story was really complicated. And Brooke warned me... she was the one who gave me their contact information, but please don't be mad at her. She tried to make me change my mind." Kurt explained with a tense look in his face.
Blaine shook his head and took one of Kurt's hands.
"I'm not mad anymore...it doesn't matter. What matters is that we talk."
Kurt immediately squeezed Blaine's hand. That little touch made him feel calmer.
"You don't have to tell me about them if you don't want to, I'm serious. If you think it's none of my business, I'll respect that, but... having someone who loves you by your side means that you can share the good things with that person, but also bad ones. I'm in this to laugh with you and to dry your tears, don't forget it, and I'd really love to know every aspect of your life."
"I will tell you, I think after tonight we have a lot of things to talk about.." He replied with shining eyes, "but can I go get a towel and change first. I'm glad I left some clothes here, coz my underwear is wet."
He huffed out a little laugh as he made an uncomfortable face.
"Yeah, of course. Your drawer is the second from the right." Kurt told him with a shy smile.
"ok, i'll be right back."
Before Blaine got up he leaned in to place a kiss on Kurt's cheek and then stood up to go into the bedroom to grab his clothes.
When Blaine got out of the living room, Kurt brought his hand to his cheek, caressing the little spot Blaine had just kissed.
He had been so nervous when Blaine came in his apartment that he hadn't even thought about offering him a towel or worrying that his couch might be ruined if Blaine sat on it dripping. He was so eager to work things out with his boyfriend and not lose sight of him again that he had forgotten the about the rest.
Blaine came back a few minutes later with a little smile, happy to be in warm dry clothes again, only a t shirt and his underwear but with a towel around his neck because his hair was still damp.
He sat back down on the couch next to Kurt.
"What did you burn for our dinner? I'm so hungry I would eat just about anything." he made a light joke, smiling so that kurt knew he was teasing him.
"Do you remember my mom's recipe, the one I cooked for you the first night you came to dinner? I left it half done this morning but it had to finish cooking in the oven. But now it's inedible, so I'll have to improvise." Kurt grimaced before moving to the end of the couch. "Come over here, that part of the couch is soaked and your underwear is going to get wet... and not in an interesting way." He laughed a little.
"Now I feel even worse," Blaine said sadly as he moved over to the dry side, up against Kurt, "now I need to apologize to your mother too."
Blaine looked up and put his hands together, mouthing 'sorry' to the air above him.
"She might not forgive me until we've talked though."
Kurt brought Blaine's hand to his lips and kissed it repeatedly. The way Blaine behaved every time Kurt named his mom made him feel grateful and fall in love with him a little more.
"I think my mom is right. We need to talk." Kurt said without letting go of Blaine's hand.
Blaine leaned down to the table to get his phone, quickly typing in something, and pulling up restaurants on the screen. He went back down to one he had used previously, and remade an order they had before.
"If you don't mind," he said as he still typed on his phone, "I will order the same thing we had when we babysat the kids before."
He finished out the order and then input his credit card information and then placed his phone back on the table, turning his attention back to Kurt.
"You didn't have to." Kurt assured him. "I know you think everything that happened tonight is your fault, but I think we both crossed the line a couple of times."
"Well, that's what we're here to talk about now." Blaine told him, "where do you want to start? I will answer anything you wanna know."
Blaine had a serious look in his eyes, telling Kurt that he was ready to be honest and open.
"Why do you hate your parents?" Kurt asked directly.
"Tough questions first huh?" he teased a little before breathing in deeply, letting the air back out of his nose before frowning, "my mother and father were together for 13 years...and obviously when Brooke and I came along, we were a happy family."
Blaine furrowed his eyebrows.
"Erm...even though me and Brooke always believed in soulmates, and finding our own when we were older...my mother and father actually weren't soulmates."
"Oh." Kurt exclaimed in surprise, but he didn't say more. He didn't want to interrupt Blaine as he began to tell his story.
"Yeah, it was a big shock to me too." Blaine said as he avoided Kurt's eyes while he spoke, "I spent the first 6 years of my life...thinking that my mother and father were my heroes...I loved them so much."
He laughed a little nervously.
"She left. She found her soulmate when I was 6 years old and left."
Kurt's eyes widened. Fuck, this was a lot worse than he thought.
"She left you? I mean, I might understand that she divorced from your father if she found the love of her life, but you and Brooke? What mother does that?" Kurt asked in horror.
"Yeah, watching how my sister is with her children, the amount of love she has for them and knowing what background we both come from, she's my hero now." Blaine said softly, "she was 11 years old, and she needed her mother...girls stuff and teenage years you know? And she also had a father that wasn't around much, and a little brother that cried all the time. She became a really strong woman, i'm proud of her for that."
Kurt did love Brooke, but now he felt a new respect and admiration for her.
"She is wonderful." Kurt stated, his fingers entwining with Blaine's. "And ... your father? What did he do when your mother left? You said he wasn't around much."
Blaine shrugged.
"Threw himself into work, and when he was home he would drown himself in the bottom of a bottle." Blaine explained, "but I didn't blame him for that, it was easier to make him forget about my mother leaving. My nightmares started after she left though, I would scream in the middle of the night for weeks, and to my father's credit he was amazing back then, he took me to doctors and made me appointments with therapists."
Kurt shook his head. He was getting so much new information that he didn't know what to ask next.
"So you went to therapy as a child? Did that help you?" Kurt asked with real interest. There were no judgement in his eyes, just love for the man next to him.
"I did, I got a little better...it was all put down to depression and stress...but yeah it helped."
"And what happened next, when you grew up? Did your relationship with your father get worse?"
"Not really...he was very devoted to us. He helped with homework, he played with us, he cooked for us." Blaine said with a tight smile, "normal dad things."
He paused for a little bit and took another breath, his frown was back.
"Brooke is 5 years older than me, so she was obviously leaving for college first. I was 13 when she graduated...and beginning to figure out myself...my identity, sexuality."
Kurt's hand that wasn't on Blaine's went to rest on his thigh. Kurt needed to convey all the support he could.
"He didn't accept that you were gay, did he?" He said in a whisper.
"No, to put it bluntly," Blaine gave Kurt a smile, placing a hand over the top of Kurt's, "he had never given us any indication that he wouldn't be open to that kind of thing...he was always alright when we walked past a gay couple while we were out. He never frowned, never looked disgusted or anything."
He gripped Kurt's fingers a little tighter.
"When I was 15, I came out to Brooke first."
Kurt just nodded, encouraging him to continue.
"She didn't care, I knew she wouldn't. She loved me, she was like my mother and sister all rolled into one." Blaine smiled softly, "she talked me into telling my father. So I did."
Blaine blew out a shaky breath.
"And...it was like a switch had been flipped. he became cold, distant...he would never look me in the eye. He became a stranger."
Kurt took a deep breath, holding back the urge to cry. Blaine had been through so much... it wasn't fair.
He put his arm around Blaine's shoulders and pulled him close, not bearing the distance for another second.
"I know that some kids who come out to their parents, they get abused, they get kicked out...they get hurt." Blaine said sadly, "I didn't get any of that...but I think that's what made it worse. that he ignored me...that he never acknowledged my presence in the house...like I was invisible. And I felt alone."
"There are things that hurt more than a punch, especially if they come from someone who should be the one to protect you from all that." Kurt said as his arms wrapped tightly around Blaine. "I'm so so sorry. Now I feel like an idiot for contacting them. You had every right to be angry."
"It's ok," Blaine said softly as he rubbed one hand over Kurt's arm gently, "you didn't know about that. It's over now."
"You don't need them." Kurt said, trying to control the anger he felt towards those two people. "You have Brooke, Nate and Dylan, the kids... and me. It's their loss, not yours. They'll never know what it's like to have the wonderful man you are in their lives."
"Exactly, if you think i'm hiding anything from you baby, i'm really not. You've already met my family." Blaine gave him a grin.
"Now I know." Kurt gave him a small smile. "I think I lost my mom so young that something inside of me didn't let me understand why you couldn't fix things with yours. I'm sorry again, I should have asked you first. There is one thing I don't understand though."
"What's that?" Blaine asked curiously.
"If your mother left all those years ago, how does Brooke have her number?"
Blaine laughed a little.
"Brooke is kind of a detective herself sometimes, when she got engaged to Finn, she wanted to invite our mother, even though she had no idea where she was. My father helped her though, he had a friend who used to a private detective. He found her, but she ever answered the invite. Brooke has the number to send messages sometimes of the kids...but I don't think she's ever really spoken to her." Blaine explained, "but it's up to her. I don't ever want to talk to her, but Brooke's heart is a little softer than mine."
"She doesn't deserve you to be soft. It pisses me off that she listens to my voice message and may think that for a moment you want her at your party. I should call her again and say a few things to her, and send another email to your father and tell him that I'm not your friend, I'm your fucking soulmate, and if he has a problem with that, he can put his old ass on a plane and say it to my face!" Kurt ended up screaming and gasping for air.
Blaine sat back a little surprised at the fire and conviction in Kurt's voice and the rage in his eyes, and once Kurt took in a breath afterwards, he smiled widely.
"God, I love your possessive and protective side." Blaine said with a soft voice, "and I love you."
"And I love you so much. I will always protect you, hope you know that." Kurt said, leaning in to kiss Blaine's temple. "Now, I think it's your turn. Ask me anything you want, I'm listening."
"Did you really think I was going to sabotage the relationship by making up some bullshit story of being upset about this?"
"No, but I do think you feel insecure, and now I can understand it better. Some of the most important people in your life let you down, and it's hard for you to trust, it's hard for you to believe that you deserve something else, that you deserve pure and selfless love. I think you still believe that I'm too good for you and it's hard for you to handle this situation." Kurt blurted out with all the honesty he could.
"That's true sometimes I guess. But I think there is some residual hurt from before we got together that still has a place inside me you know?" Blaine said honestly too.
"I know. I made you believe that you were not enough." Kurt didn't ask, just stated. "I hurt you when I left that night and when I had doubts about my feelings for you. Baby, I can't change the past, but I can try to convince you every day that I love you more than anything and that I'm not going anywhere."
Blaine nodded with his eyes shining.
"Another thing?"
"Of course, go ahead."
"I know that I have my own fears about this, because it's a new relationship and all." Blaine said as he stared at Kurt, not looking away for a moment, "but does it make you think that some day I might leave, because I've never been in a relationship before?"
"No." Kurt answered without hesitation. "In fact, since we've been together, I never actually thought you could leave until tonight. What hurt me the most is that you really walked through that door, which I never thought you would."
He looked away from Blaine for just a second, before taking a deep breath and fixing his eyes on him again.
"Using that you've never been in a relationship against you was a low blow and I'm sorry. Sometimes I do that when I'm hurt, I try to build a wall around myself and hit back. I told you, it's true that I can be a bitch."
"I left because we were starting to take so many low blows, if I had stayed we both would have said so many things we probably would have never come back from...in a way i'm glad I left and got some prospective when I calmed down." Blaine gave him a smile, "but I am not obsessed with your ex boyfriend."
"Do you really feel like I compare you to him all the time?" Kurt asked with a frown.
"Yeah, sometimes it's really subtle but I can pick out certain looks of yours when you're thinking about your old relationship." Blaine said truthfully, not intending to hurt Kurt but he needed to say it, "like the very first time I brought you flowers, your eyes glazed over and I could see that you were struggling to comprehend why Jamie didn't ever bring you flowers."
He took Kurt's hand and squeezed his fingers gently before kissing the back of it.
"When we had our first date and you took me to the Mexican restaurant that Jamie never liked, I believe you were testing me, whether I would react the same way or not, you didn't know."
"I get your point, but it's not what you think. I've never tested you to see if you were better than him, I knew that from day one." Kurt said with a sad smile. "All those moments you talk about were me trying to believe that you were real, that I could aim for something else, and getting that I had been an idiot for settling for three years. You're not the only one with insecurities, you know?" He looked down at their joined hands. "When you buy me flowers or want to meet my family or don't reject certain things during sex, I also wonder if you won't be too good for me."
"Alright I get that. We both have shit to get over." He replied lightly, "the fact that we both hold each other up higher than ourselves is something we need to work on. We have to think of ourselves as equal value in this. Because I know you love and respect me, and care for me...and I love, respect and care about you too. But I think we lose love for ourselves in that."
"I've been working on it since I was bullied, but it's not easy. However, when you look at me and your eyes just sparkle, I think 'uh, I must be pretty awesome if I have that effect on him', so I guess being with you is great for me." Kurt muttered, leaning down to rest his forehead on Blaine's for a few seconds before pulling away. "And what I said during the fight, about Jamie and you and your family issues... well, I guess that part is true. Jamie didn't have a good relationship with his family, but there's a difference... he judged me for spending time with mine, and you held my hand and went to pick up my parents at the airport with me."
"I love your family. Your parents are awesome." Blaine said with a grin, before they were both interrupted by a knock on the door, and Blaine stood up to go answer it, like it was the most natural thing in the world to answer Kurt's door.
He walked back to the living room with two bags of take out Chinese, and sat back down next to Kurt.
"I think we deserve a break from talking for a while, let's eat."
For a few minutes they just ate in comfortable silence. They had gotten used to it and despite the stress of the fight, they both felt better now.
Kurt watched Blaine pop a mouthful of rice into his mouth. He looked at his curls, which were still a bit wet, his face, concentrating on the food, his slightly worn blue t-shirt, his underwear... then he laughed.
"Are you aware that you opened the door to the delivery man without pants?" He asked with a chuckle.
Blaine glanced at Kurt and almost laughed as he tried to swallow the food in his mouth. Afterwards he did chuckle a little though.
"It was a delivery woman, and I know." Blaine said with a wiggle of his eyebrows, "she appreciated it i'm sure."
Kurt rolled his eyes and took a few noodles with his chopsticks before popping them into his mouth.
"Poor woman, I'm sure she's walking down the streets of New York sighing for your legs. She will never be able to love anyone else."
"One thing about me is, I don't have any shame...I would walk down the street completely naked if it was legal. My body's in ok shape." Blaine shrugged.
"I like that about you." Kurt told him, tilting his head to look at him. "I'm more shy, I've always felt more embarrassment with my body."
Blaine grunted in disbelief.
"I can tell you right now, honestly, your body outshines mine any day." He told him and as Kurt gave him a sceptical eyebrow raise he continued, "I mean it. Your skin is smooth and soft, with zero blemishes...your musculature is so on point, it's perfect, just the mix between strong and defined and lithe. And your ass is so round and perfect, your legs are long...you are a walking wet dream sweetheart."
Kurt's whole face blushed and he took a sip of his soda to try and hide it.
"I appreciate it, and I love that you see me like this, but I've walked hand in hand with you, and I can assure you that it's not me that people turn to look at." He reached up to set the empty container on the table before looking back at Blaine.
"Now what did I just say about loving yourself?" Blaine turned to him with a smile as he took up another container of noodles, "People probably try to work out what I have, that attracted someone like you."
"I do love myself." Kurt said, though his voice didn't sound so confident. "And those people should know that what really attracted me is not seen at first glance."
"Are you telling me that I have a big cock?" Blaine asked with a teasing grin.
"Obviously." Kurt replied with a laugh. "Almost as big as your heart."
"Almost?" Blaine laughed with him, "not as big as yours, that's a fact."
"Are you talking about my cock or my heart? I'm lost right now." Kurt said, tossing one of the chopsticks at Blaine's arm.
"Both."
Blaine threw the chopsticks back at him.
Kurt giggled before heaving a sigh. His body was asking for more closeness to Blaine, but it wasn't all settled between them yet.
"Can I open the question round again?" He asked, turning the chopstick between his fingers.
"Sure baby, fire away." Blaine smiled at him, one of those dopey loving smiles that he always did. Even as he was filling his mouth with noodles.
"Have I ever really pushed you to do something you didn't want to do? Besides the damn party, which turned out to be the worst idea ever." Kurt looked at him with wide blue eyes.
Blaine sighed.
"No...you inherently try with all your might not to push me into anything...the party was not the worst idea ever. What was the worst idea was me not telling you about my parents before all of this blew up in my face." Blaine explained, "I think I push myself into things...but I took that out on you...I'm sorry."
"Baby, I know I can be a bit bossy and that I like things to be done my way, but I told you when we talked about meeting my parents... I'm never gonna pressure you to do anything you don't want to do, and I trust you to tell me if you ever feel that way." Kurt asked him, placing his hand over Blaine's.
"It's not pressure from you...it's pressure I put on myself...to be the best boyfriend I can be," Blaine said with a smile, "I've never done this before and I am always terrified of fucking it up."
"Then stop." Kurt said, smiling fondly at him. "Stop pushing yourself so hard, it's not necessary. You love me, you make me feel protected, you take care of me... I don't want anything else. We'll keep making mistakes sometimes, both of us, and the fight is a sample of that. But we're not gonna fuck this up, I'm not gonna allow it. So please, relax and enjoy what we have."
"It might take me a little while to relax into this." Blaine said with a nod, "it's just...I've never felt this way about anyone before, I've never had this level of care about anybody else in my life...Brooke and the kids come close...but you're now at the very top of my heart and I love it. But on the other end, it's scary."
"I've never felt like this before either." Kurt took Blaine's hand and placed it on his chest, right over his heart. "Do you feel it? That little thing that beats so fast is all yours, and that terrifies me. You could hurt me more than anyone else, but you also make me so happy that everything I knew before I met you seems ridiculous. And I choose to focus on the good."
Blaine smiled as he looked down at his hand on Kurt's chest, rubbing the spot gently with his fingers before curling them into the fabric of his shirt.
"I feel exactly the same. It's strange though isn't it?" Blaine asked curiously.
"Why is it strange?" Kurt's skin tingled as Blaine kept his hand on his chest.
"Think about it. We kind of hated each other at the start...and then we fucked...and now we have so much attraction and affection for each other, that other people spend years to build. We're in this domestic bliss versus honeymoon phase and I love you, but when you think about how fast it's gone, it is strange."
"Excuse me, did you hate me?" Kurt slapped Blaine on the arm, forcing him to pull away, though his eyes were shining with amusement. "I thought you were a smug and that you fucked everything that moved, but I didn't hate you."
"I didn't fuck everything that moved...I have a little class, give me some credit." Blaine laughed as he fell back against the couch with a big grin, "maybe hate is a strong word...I kind of disliked you, because I thought you were uptight and judgemental."
"Okay, I can forgive you for that." Kurt laughed, but then he sighed and looked at Blaine intently. "And yes, I guess you are right, everything has happened so fast, but... I feel that deep down it had to be like this. It's as if something had been dormant for years and after that night together that spark woke up and brought us together."
"It really was like a shock of electricity to the heart." Blaine agreed as he placed his hands across his stomach and relaxed into the couch.
"It's probably part of the soulmate bond." Kurt pondered. "I already had feelings for you before I felt it, I think it's obvious, but when it hit me everything took on a new meaning, as if a shrill voice in my head was screaming 'idiot, you had it in front of you, how did you not realize it before?'"
"You did just get out of a terrible relationship, I don't blame you." Blaine gave him a smile, "can I ask a question?"
"Of course, honey." Kurt replied, taking one more sip of his soda before putting the can down on the table.
"Will you cuddle with me?"
Blaine had a soft look on his face when Kurt looked at him, a small smile and eyes that had turned into warm honey under the lights in the living room.
Kurt's response was to come close to Blaine so slowly, without breaking eye contact until he had no choice. Then he wrapped his arms around Blaine's waist tightly and pressed his face to his chest, inhaling when his nose settled over the hollow of Blaine's throat. Kurt's entire body relaxed at the contact.
One of Blaine's hands found their way gently into the back of Kurt's hair, fingers pushing through the strands there, as his other hand settled on the small of Kurt's back. He didn't say anything as Kurt settled into him, chest slowly rising and falling, even as his heart thudded a little faster at the contact.
"Blaine?" Kurt whispered as his cheek rubbed over the soft fabric of Blaine's shirt.
"Mm?"
"I would have hugged you just the same if you had used the key." Kurt's voice was soft but firm. "I would never have kicked you out of the apartment, I would never refuse to fix things with you. I will always want you here with me."
"Even so, I wanted it to be your decision, not mine." Blaine replied as his fingers began playing with Kurt's hair.
"And I love you even more for it." Kurt lifted his head slightly so he could place a kiss on Blaine's neck. "But you will stay tonight, right?"
"I want to, if you want me too?"
"What do you think?" Kurt pulled away a bit and locked his gaze with Blaine's.
Blaine's face melted into a smile and then he groaned as he put his head back with a frown.
"Damn...I don't have my stuff."
"You have some spare boxers and a toothbrush, you don't need anything else for the weekend." Kurt smirked, hoping Blaine wanted to stay.
Blaine raised an eyebrow and looked back at Kurt with a grin.
"Cheeky fucker," He said and Kurt laughed loudly, "but I had my bag all packed to bring with me since this morning... I was going to put t in the car when I came to yours for the date and then I was going to ask you if I could stay...but everything else kind of happened..."
"Shhh, it's over now." Kurt let go of Blaine's waist and sat up straight next to him, though right away his hands were on his boyfriend again, one on his thigh and the other stroking his curls. "We've talked and we're fine now, don't give it any more thought. If you really need your things, we can stop by your place tomorrow morning and pick up your bag, but since we have no plans and it's hot and raining out there... we should stay here all weekend, and you can use whatever you need of mine."
"You sure?" Blaine asked with a small smile, "although you can always pack some stuff of yours and come stay with me?"
"Of course I'm sure, anything of mine is yours. Except for some very expensive clothes... if you put them on, I would have to kill you." Kurt joked, and when Blaine chuckled, Kurt's heart skipped a beat. "But if you want us to go to your apartment, we can spend the night here and go there tomorrow. I don't care as long as we're together."
"Ok. I like having you in my apartment, in my kitchen...that I have not looked at the same way since Sunday night...and my bed." Blaine said with a smirk, his eyes shining with playfulness.
Kurt's hand on Blaine's thigh slid up slightly, caressing the smooth skin beneath it.
"Okay. Then tomorrow we'll go to your apartment and we can, I don't know, spend some time in your bed, your kitchen... we might even try and pervert your shower too." He suggested, biting his lower lip.
Blaine looked down at Kurt's hand with another raised eyebrow before staring back up at Kurt with darkened eyes.
"...you planning on turning my apartment into a sex cave or something?" He asked as he leaned closer, placing his hand on top of Kurt's, and sliding it a little higher.
"I just want to get acquainted with all the rooms in your place, but if you say it like that it sounds... dirty." Kurt almost growled the last word, his eyes fixed on Blaine's lips as his hand reached the fabric of his boxers.
"How about we get acquainted with your living room first?" Blaine asked in a low voice, as his stomach clenched tightly at the feel of Kurt's fingers travelling slightly underneath the leg of his underwear.
His eyes were flicking between looking at Kurt's eyes and then his mouth, which was hanging open a little in arousal.
"Fine for me." Kurt gasped before closing the short distance between them and kissing him.
He moaned against Blaine's lips. They hadn't kissed since the fight and it was exactly what Kurt needed.
His lips moved hungrily over Blaine's as his fingers reached for Blaine's cock, which seemed to have reacted to their conversation.
Blaine hummed as he opened his mouth under Kurt's, wrapping his tongue around his boyfriend's as he moved his hips into Kurt's hand.
His arms wrapped around Kurt's neck tightly and he fell sideways, pulling Kurt down on top of him along the couch.
Kurt moved until his entire body was glued to Blaine's. Only his hand was between them, still stroking Blaine at the same pace as they moved their tongues.
Blaine gasped into Kurt's mouth, as his arms tightened around his shoulders keeping Kurt close to him.
His hips were thrusting up as Kurt stroked over his heated skin, tiny pin pricks of pleasure rushing from his cock all the way up his spine, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.
He pulled his mouth away as his breathing quickened, Kurt biting at his bottom lip gently as he moaned and writhed on top of him.
Kurt started nibbling along Blaine's jaw, first holding the soft skin between his teeth and then licking it with his tongue.
"I love your face, do you know that?" Kurt moaned, his fingers flexing a little harder on Blaine's cock, stroking the tip with his thumb each time his hand went up.
Blaine threw his head back and groaned in his throat, feeling as Kurt laughed darkly against his neck before licking a line down to his collarbone. His stomach clenched again as Kurt's hand paused around him to squeeze harder, and he bucked his hips up.
"Ugh...ah...I love you...just you...all of you." Blaine gasped out between moans that were getting higher and louder.
"I'm thinking that... I don't want to stain the couch." Kurt whispered before sucking a small mark on Blaine's collarbone.
Then he pulled his shirt up so he could slide his tongue down his chest, stopping to gently bite one of Blaine's nipples and then the other as his hand sped around him.
Blaine gasped out loud at the bite, and then hummed and placed his hands in Kurt's hair, carding his fingers through it as Kurt slid down his body, licking from his chest all the way down his abdomen, stopping every now and again to graze his teeth over every muscle on the way.
As Kurt spent some time pushing his tongue into Blaine's belly button, his hands grabbed the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down, giggling as Blaine kicked the air to get rid of them and they ended up hanging on the ceiling lamp.
"Now you are redecorating my living room?" Kurt groaned in a low voice as his mouth moved closer to his target.
"More decorating to come if you don't put your mouth around me." He answered breathily with a smirk.
"If you insist..."
Kurt first ran his tongue down the entire length of Blaine's cock, and after lightly sucking on the tip, he sank it fully into his mouth.
"Ah fuck!" Blaine moaned as both of his hands curled into Kurt's hair, clenching the strands in his fingers, and just holding.
Kurt's mouth was hot and wet, and after what had happened earlier tonight, it was intense and very much needed.
Kurt placed his hands on Blaine's hips, his fingers digging lightly into the smooth skin as his head bobbed up and down.
More confident since he had already done it before, Kurt felt bold enough for his tongue to lick and suck non-stop, trying different movements and studying Blaine's reaction to them.
"Agh, that's good." Blaine moaned out as his face scrunched up in pleasure, mouth hanging open and his chest moving rapidly as he tried to control himself, but he was already getting close, "so...so good."
Kurt hummed over Blaine, which sent an electric current through Blaine's body. He pulled Blaine's cock almost completely out of his mouth, leaving only the tip inside. He circled it with his tongue and sucked, as his hands moved to squeeze Blaine's ass.
"Kurt! Kurt...i'm gonna come baby..." Blaine breathed out as he felt the coil of tension in his stomach wind tighter and tighter, with a few more flicks of Kurt's tongue over the tip, the tension snapped and Blaine screamed.
Kurt pressed his lips even tighter around Blaine to get all his come in his mouth. He swallowed every drop with a satisfied smile, and wiped Blaine's cock with his tongue before pulling away and resting his chin on Blaine's abdomen, looking at him.
Blaine smiled as he caught his breath, just laying and basking in the afterglow of his orgasm for a moment, before his eyes sprang open and he grabbed Kurt's shoulders to pull him up, smashing their mouths back together.
His tongue pushed through his lips eagerly, tasting parts of himself on Kurt's tongue and then moaning as he turned them over so that Kurt was underneath him on the couch instead.
As he pulled away, Kurt was about to say something but Blaine placed a hand over his mouth and smirked down at him, while his other hand was busy opening the zipper of Kurt's jeans quickly.
"That was amazing baby, but I really need to return the favour, and don't tell me to stop because I really can't." He said in a low hushed voice, his tone rough from screaming and he felt Kurt's entire body shiver under the weight of his gaze.
Kurt bit Blaine's fingers playfully until he pulled his hand away from his mouth.
"I wasn't going to stop you..." Kurt said, though his voice came out so low that he had to clear his throat. "I just wanted to tell you that i may not last long, because you coming in my mouth is so amazing that I'm already close."
Blaine grinned like a predator as he pulled Kurt's jeans and underwear down his thighs roughly.
"That's ok darling, really."
He swallowed Kurt's cock whole as he leaned down, all the way to the base.
"Shit, baby." Kurt squirmed under Blaine, his fingers tugging lightly on his hair.
Blaine moaned around him as he felt the pull on his hair, and moved back up quickly, sucking quite hard as he moved back down. His tongue wrapped around most of the underside of Kurt's cock as he began to bob his head faster.
Kurt restrained himself from thrusting his hips until touching Blaine's throat. He wasn't going to last long and he wanted to let Blaine do it at his own pace.
Blaine moved his hands gently over Kurt's hips, squeezing around them a little and then sliding them around to the back, coming to rest on Kurt's bare ass. He used his hands to make Kurt's hips move into him as he bobbed down, pushing Kurt's cock into the opening of his throat.
The muscles in his throat were tightening and loosening around it as he swallowed, making his boyfriend gasp above him.
"Ah... ah... jeez, baby... I'm almost... almost there." Kurt gasped as he noticed some sweat drops running down his chest. "Your mouth is a fucking wonder... I can't..."
Blaine hummed and the vibrations ran through Kurt's cock, and Blaine knew one last trick to get his boyfriend to fall over the edge. He lightly scraped his teeth against the skin softly and waited.
The sound that Kurt made as he came would be forever registered in Blaine's mind. Kurt twisted his back as the orgasm swept through him, sinking his head into the couch cushion and gasping for air.
Blaine swallowed around him, not pulling off until the very last drops had disappeared down his throat. He pulled off slowly, releasing Kurt's now wilting erection with a tiny popping sound. He grinned as he placed little kisses against the skin around Kurt's pelvic bone and then over one hip as he made a path back up to his boyfriend's chest.
"You're so hot..." Blaine whispered out as he licked across one nipple and sucked on it lightly before sitting on Kurt's thighs and resting his forehead on Kurt's.
Kurt quickly wrapped his arms around Blaine, pulling him down until their chests collided.
"So this is what they call make-up sex... we'll have to argue more often." He laughed, his lips searching for Blaine's even though he was still breathing heavily.
"It was incredible, but I really don't want to fight anymore. I love you too much." Blaine whispered to him before placing a few gentle kisses against his jaw first before placing his lips onto Kurt's.
They kissed slowly, savoring each other for a while. When Blaine pulled away to breathe, Kurt didn't give him too much room, wrapping his arms around his shoulders more tightly.
"Don't move, please. I don't want to fight anymore either, I just want this... I just want you. I love you, baby." He felt suddenly vulnerable, even though he knew he didn't have to hide from Blaine.
"I'm not going anywhere, don't worry angel."
Blaine leaned back down and buried his face against Kurt's neck, breathing with him and snuggling against him.
Kurt turned his face to gently kiss Blaine's curls, until his eyes looked up and he chuckled.
"That lamp is designer, I bought it in a fit of temporary insanity and I left almost half of my salary in it... and now your underwear is hanging from it. I hope you have no doubt that I love you after letting this happen."
"No doubt at all." Blaine said with a grin as he moved back to pull the underwear down from the lamp, and then moved to put them back on, as Kurt pulled his underwear back up but took his jeans completely off.
There was no point in clothes anymore, if Blaine was walking around in his boxers for the rest of the night, then Kurt would too.
Kurt pulled Blaine back to him until his boyfriend was totally curled up on him.
He began to stroke Blaine's back as he threw his head back, his eyes closed and a relaxed smile on his lips.
"The plan for this weekend is to do this over and over again in your apartment, right? I think I'll only put in my bag some toiletries and a pair of boxer shorts."
Blaine laughed as he rested his cheek against Kurt's chest, just underneath his chin.
"You might need a pair of pants to go home in on Sunday, but other than that, we won't be needing clothes. Not even shirts." Blaine said as he closed his own eyes with a smile.
Kurt placed his hand on the back of Blaine's neck, and when he raised his head slightly, Kurt cupped his cheeks with his hands until he was looking at his face.
"Promise me one thing." He asked with a small voice.
"Anything."
"I hate fighting with you, but I plan on being with you for the rest of my life, so I don't think this will be the last time that happens. So I need you to promise me that every night that starts like today will end just like this, with you between my arms. If one of us needs a little time to cool down, that's fine, but we will always come back to each other, like you said you would do, like you did tonight."
"Whatever I promise you Kurt, i'll keep it. I promise to always fix things just like this." Blaine gave him a soft smile, eyes shining with so much emotion as he stared into Kurt's eyes.
"Thank you. I promise the same to you." Kurt kissed the tip of Blaine's nose. "Let's go to bed?"
"Yeah, i'm full, i'm in love...I had the best orgasm of my life...and now i'm tired." Blaine said with a grin and Kurt laughed as he pushed him up, making them both stand.
"Did you just push me onto the bed? You'll find out, baby." Kurt sat up until he could grab Blaine by the waist and pull him onto the bed beside him. He quickly straddled him and began to tickle him.
Blaine's burst of manic laughter, his face scrunched up and mouth open in a wide smile, making him look younger than his years, was a look that Kurt loved to see on his boyfriend.
Blaine began tickling him back after giving up on trying to get away, focusing on his task now and trying to stifle his own laughter.
"No, no, Blaine, stop!" Kurt screeched, kicking his feet as he cried with laughter.
They were playing like two little kids until the laughter led them to something else and they ended up making love, soft and sweet.
By midnight, they fell asleep hugging each other, Kurt cuddled against Blaine's chest and Blaine wrapping his arms tightly around him, and their last thought before falling asleep was that love could be difficult sometimes, but it was always worth it.