A/N: I know it's been quite a long time since I updated. I toyed with the thought that this story was done but I always felt like it was missing something. Well, I finally figured it out. Here you go, the last chapter of Utopia Threatened.

P.S. This was my first time writing detailed smut. Please be kind!

Warnings for this chapter: smut, talk of self-harm

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.

Chapter Four: How Far We've Come

Friday November 21, 2031

"Kurt, have you seen my –" Blaine's voice trailed off as he entered the master bathroom to find Kurt standing in front of the mirror staring at his reflection. Blaine knew he was getting ready for work and was surprised to see that he wasn't dressed yet. He had an hour to leave, or he would be late. "Kurt, are you okay?"

Kurt's attention snapped from his own reflection to that of his husband's. Blaine relaxed a little when he was Kurt smile, though he didn't turn around to face him. Instead, his eyes drifted back to his own face before flickering back to meet Blaine's golden-hazel gaze.

"I'm fine," Kurt replied. At Blaine's unconvinced look his smile widened. "Really, I am. I'm just thinking of how far we've come."

"I think you mean how far you've come," Blaine corrected. He crossed the room until he was standing behind Kurt, wrapping his arms around his waist and standing on his tiptoes to hook his chin over Kurt's shoulder. "Don't give me credit for all of the work you've done."

"But it wasn't just me," Kurt disagreed. "If you had found me staring into the mirror twenty years ago you would've jumped to conclusions. You would have assumed that I had been about to hurt myself or had already done so." Kurt drew in a deep breath and shook his head. "But you didn't. You trust me enough to come to you if I have an urge to hurt myself in any way. So yes, I've come a long way but so have you."

"You did most of the work," Blaine said, pressing a kiss to Kurt's cheek. "You earned my trust back. You went to rehab and therapy. You take your medication every day and if you feel a bout of depression, you tell me and your doctor immediately. All I've done has been here for you."

Kurt turned around in his arms, his eyes finally meeting Blaine's for real. "Don't dismiss what you've done either. I couldn't have done any of this without your support. I don't know where I'd be without you." Kurt paused. "Actually, I do. I wouldn't be here today."

Blaine's mouth darted forward to press a hard kiss to Kurt's mouth. "Don't say that. Don't even think that."

"It's the truth. If you hadn't found me that day –"

"But I did. I found you and you lived. And I don't want to imagine a day without you in it." Blaine's voice broke as he choked back his tears. "I am so proud of you, Kurt Elizabeth Anderson-Hummel. You are the best thing that ever happened to me and everything that you have gone through has only made you stronger."

This time Kurt surged forward, kissing Blaine slowly. Blaine's arms loosened from around Kurt's waist and soon his hands were cupping Kurt's jaw, tilting his head to allow him to deepen the kiss. Kurt moaned as Blaine's tongue caressed his own. And just as suddenly as Kurt had initiated the kiss, Blaine was sinking to his knees, his hands stroking Kurt's semi-hard cock through his boxer briefs.

"Blaine, there's no time," Kurt admonished but didn't pull away. His cock hardened fully, his hips instinctively pressed forwards and Blaine pulled his underwear down and took him in his hand.

"I'll make it quick," Blaine promised. He looked at Kurt through his eyelashes and Kurt knew there was no way he could deny him. At Kurt's nod, Blaine took his cock into his mouth, stopping to suck at the tip.

"Blaine," Kurt gasped in pleasure.

Blaine sunk his mouth down until his nose was nestled against the carefully maintained pubic hair at the base of Kurt's cock. He pulled back slowly, using his hand to caress his length as he went. Kurt's hand tugged at his curls, guiding him as he began to thrust his hips forward.

"Blaine, please," Kurt begged, not sure of what else he needed. But Blaine knew. He always knew.

Blaine stuck one of his own fingers in his mouth alongside Kurt's cock as he continued to suck him off. Once he was sure the finger was coated in saliva he reached behind Kurt to his entrance and slowly pushed his finger in. Kurt's hips surged forwards and it was only thanks to years of experience that Blaine didn't choke. He crooked his finger, knowing he had found Kurt's prostate when the man cried out about him. Blaine could tell he was close by the way his pace quickened as he thrust forwards into Blaine's willing mouth and then back, fucking himself on his finger. The only warning he got as Kurt climaxed was a broken "Blaine!"

Kurt slid down the bathroom cabinets, ignoring the way the handles dug into his back. Blaine smiled at him as he made a point to slowly swallow. Kurt groaned, his cock making an effort to get hard again but not succeeding.

"You are so good at that," Kurt said tiredly. Blaine's only response was a smile. Kurt looked down at where his husband's pajama bottoms were tented and reached to take his hard cock into his hand.

"There's no time," Blaine said as he moved away from his husband's reach. Kurt looked at his watch and sighed in disappointment, knowing he was right. Even though he was now thirty-eight years old, it still took Kurt a long time to get dressed.

"I'll make it up to you tonight," Kurt promised.

"This wasn't about me," Blaine said. "I wanted to show you how proud I am of you."

Kurt's hand wrapped around the back of Blaine's neck, pulling him forwards until their lips met. His tongue licked into Blaine's mouth, and he moaned when he tasted himself. Blaine finally pushed him back after they had kissed for several moments.

"You have to get ready."

"Don't remind me," Kurt groaned. He suddenly had no interest in going to school, especially not on the Friday before Thanksgiving break.

"Come on," Blaine said. He stood up and helped Kurt to his feet. "The girls will be ready soon."

Kurt allowed Blaine to lead him from the room, knowing the sooner he got dressed and went to work the sooner he would be home.

K/B

Kurt's head began to throb as he answered the last of his emails from student's parents. He was waiting for Blaine to bring him coffee. The lunch bell had just rung, and he was sitting in his office, fighting against the headache that was threatening to form. The emails didn't help anything.

A knock sounded on his office door. He looked up, expecting to see his husband, and was surprised to see Jess Huntley instead. She wore a jean jacket over a black Star Wars T-shirt. Her long brown hair was in a messy bun, a pencil holding it in place. A few curls had escaped from the bun and framed her face.

"Jess, shouldn't you be at lunch?"

"I'm going next," Jess answered, lifting a purple paisley lunchbox in her right hand. She stepped into the room. "I wanted to thank you."

Kurt waited for her to continue. When she didn't, he asked, "For what?"

"For everything. Getting me help, showing me that I'm not alone, that there is hope."

Kurt pushed back from his chair and moved around to the other side of his desk. He gestured for Jess to take one of the chairs there as he perched himself on his desk. Kurt folded his hands in his lap, looking at the girl carefully.

"You don't have to thank me, Jess. You know I care about you. You're like a daughter to me. I'm just glad to see you doing so well," Kurt said.

"It's been two weeks since I hurt myself." Jess paused, seeming to consider her next words. "Does it get easier?"

"The depression or the urges?" Kurt asked.

Jess looked at him earnestly. Her brow furrowed as she thought before finally answering, "Both, I guess."

"The depression depends on your diagnosis. Some people have depression once in their life and they fully recover. Others, like me, deal with it for longer periods of time. I have Major Depressive Disorder. I can go months without feeling any depressive symptoms. I can go years on the same medication and have no issues. The important thing with depression is to know your own self. You have to recognize when you're starting to feel down, and when that depression is lasting longer than it should. That's when you need to make an adjustment to your treatment." Kurt paused. "As for self-harm, I haven't hurt myself in twenty years. I can go months, even years without feeling a single urge. And the urges don't tend to be as strong as they used to be. I think my mind knows that sometimes my first instinct is to hurt myself, but it also knows that I have other options. And those options are much better than taking up arms against myself.

"Any form of self-harm is a vicious cycle. You feel bad so you cut or burn yourself." Jess let out an astonished gasp. Kurt smiled sadly. "Yes, I used to burn myself. But it's the same as cutting. You do it because you're in pain emotionally and it helps for a while. But that emotional pain always comes back, so you do it again and the cycle continues. The only way to get through the emotional pain is to face it head on."

Kurt knelt down in front of the girl, taking her hand in his. He saw she had tears in her eyes, and he knew all too well the pain she was feeling. He wished he could take it from her but knew there was no magic solution.

"It gets better, Jess. I swear it does. It just takes time."

The sound of someone clearing their throat came from the doorway and both Kurt and Jess started. Blaine was there, coffee in one hand and Zac on the opposite hip. Zac immediately demanded to be put down and ran to Kurt. He pulled his son into his arms, pressing a kiss against his black curls.

"I should go to lunch," Jess said suddenly. "Thank you again, Dad."

Kurt stood up and pulled Jess into a hug. Her body stiffened at first, but then relaxed as she wrapped her arms around her surrogate father. Blaine set the coffee down on Kurt's desk and placed a comforting hand on Jess's back. She released Kurt and hugged Blaine next, followed by Zac.

"I'll see you later."

Jess left with a smile and hope in her heart. Kurt watched her go, trusting her to come to him if she needed to talk. Blaine pressed a to-go cup of coffee into Kurt's hand, drawing him back to his husband and his son standing before him.

"Are you okay?" Blaine asked in concern.

"Never better," Kurt answered.

And he was.