"Just please don't hump and dump Kurt's friends. That's all I'm saying." Blaine and Santana were sitting on a couch in the recording studio. Blaine needed a break. He had been working on one of his songs for a few hours and couldn't find what was missing from it.
"I won't. I actually like her. She's not just some straight college chick looking to experiment."
Blaine side-eyed her. "Okay, but don't make Kurt angry. He can be pretty terrifying."
"I would say I'm not scared. But I can see pretty boy being a boss bitch when he needs to be."
He laughed at that then stood up. "I'm gonna give him a call. You can go home for the day. I'll probably be here for a while."
"Don't have to tell me twice." She grabbed her phone and nearly sprinted out the door.
Blaine put the phone to his ear and smiled when Kurt answered.
"Hello, darling."
"How's recording going."
"It's good. Hit a bit of a roadblock actually. Do you want to come in? I need a break and I want to see that lovely face of yours."
"Sure, just text the address. I'll head over."
Blaine messed around with a few things on his guitar as he waited for Kurt.
He ran down to the street and took Kurt up to his studio. He gave him a quick tour before taking him into the recording room.
"Here's where the magic happens." He chuckled. "Well where the magic usually happens. Kind of lacking in magic right now"
"This is so—wow." Kurt sat down on one of the nice chairs in the room. "I didn't expect there to be furniture in here."
"Yeah. There usually isn't but with my kind of music I guess Hunter Clarington, the CEO, thought it would make it more genuine." Blaine plopped down on to the couch next to Kurt and grabbed his guitar. "I don't suppose you want to sing in a recording studio?"
"Ooo what a privilege."
"I'm serious. Sing a duet with me. Any song you want."
Kurt smiled and looked up at the ceiling trying to pick the perfect song to sing with Blaine.
"I don't know. What's a song you would never admit to liking or wanting to sing?"
Blaine grinned and looked away. "I think it's too early for that."
"For what?" Kurt nudged him and smiled softly. "You can tell me."
"I actually really love rapping."
"Oh God. Not you too."
"What?" Blaine smirked at him as Kurt rolled his eyes.
"Our choir teacher Mr. Schue always rapped and it was awful."
"Okay fine I won't rap but you still have to pick a song."
"I never said I wasn't going to let you rap. I want you to rap and I want to take a video so I can hold it against you for the rest of your life."
"You're going to blackmail me?" Blaine put his guitar down and turned toward Kurt who was already pulling his phone out.
"Not if you're good."
"Alright get up Hummel, I'll show you good."
Kurt hid a blush, flirting with Blaine Anderson while sitting in his recording studio felt unreal.
"How about American Boy?"
"Hey Wes. Can you give us the instrumental of American Boy?"
"Sure, man." Wes went to work on his laptop and Blaine and Kurt eyed each other competitively until the music started playing.
This a number one champion sound
Yeah Estelle we bout to get down
Who the hottest in the world right now?
Just touched down in London Town.
Bet they give me a pound
Tell them put the money in my hand right now
Tell the promoter we need more seats
We just sold out all the floor seats.
Blaine looked over to Kurt who picked up Estelle's part with practiced ease. Blaine beside him and Wes at the soundboard both leaned back, impressed by Kurt's range.
They continued on with the song, Blaine started dancing and Kurt picked up with a similar move. They could easily have been performing together on a stage. They finished the song and Blaine pulled Kurt in.
"Amazing." He murmured in his ear.
"Not too bad yourself. You can actually rap." Blaine just laughed, he knew he wasn't great, but it was always fun to mess around in other genres.
Wes spoke into the microphone from the other room. "You guys sound great together. You had a perfect harmony going." Wes nodded and gave them the thumbs up. Then Kurt watched a lightbulb go off above his head. He perked up and smiled. "Oh my God Blaine that's it!"
"What Wes?" Blaine was still grinning over at Kurt.
"The song. It needs a harmony." Wes was basically slapping his hands on the soundboard in excitement.
"We tried that Wes. I harmonized the chorus on a second track."
"No, we need an actual harmony. We need him." Wes pointed at Kurt who was still astonished to be standing there let alone being discussed as a potential harmony.
Blaine turned all the way towards him. "We could give it a try if you're up for it. With how good you are I'm not a huge fan of shoving you behind me to sing ooos and ahhs. But if you want to give it a go it couldn't hurt and I'm sure it would be kind of fun."
"Blaine and the Pips." Kurt laughed. "Blaine I would be honored to be the harmony just tell me what you need me to do."
Blaine pulled him into a tight hug. "You're the best. We will just play the track once and if you want to just hum the bridge then echo the chorus on the second time around we'll get you down and put it all together. Twenty minutes tops."
He kissed Kurt on the cheek before stepping out. Kurt looked around nervously as he stood observed on the other side of the glass. He felt like an animal in a zoo. Like a bear about to ride a unicycle to make little kids laugh and throw popcorn.
"Relax Kurt." Blaine leaned toward the microphone and Kurt tensed a little when the soothing voice rang from every corner of the room. "Just listen first then do what feels right."
The track started playing and Kurt closed his eyes picturing the rhythm and the lyrics floating through the air.
They're cleaning up the confetti, it's an empty room
Plastic cups in the corner.
Many times you have carried me
Higher up than I can reach
But this time you're on my shoulders
And while there's something to talk about
And while there's something to say
I promise you
I won't be gone
On the day that the dance is over
I will be your song
Keep holding on
On the day that the dance is over
I will be your song
The song continued on and Kurt held back tears. As soon as it ended he turned away from the window. The door opened and closed quietly and he felt an arm wrap around his waist. Blaine leaned in and whispered in his ear.
"I wrote it for you. I started the lyrics yesterday. They were rattling in my head all day, but I finally finished it this afternoon. It all came to me when I knew that I would be able to sing it to the world."
Kurt turned and kissed Blaine, it started slow but he kept pressing into it. His eyes were pouring down tears and Blaine was stroking his arm as they kissed. A knock on the glass broke them from their moment. They looked over to Wes who was pointing at his watch.
"Just do what you think it needs."
Kurt smiled and put the headphones on. He waited until the music started and took a quiet breath.
Twenty minutes later as Blaine had said, Kurt was finished singing and Wes had already cut the two recordings together.
Kurt and Blaine smiled at each other as he played it for them to hear.
"You were right. It needed a harmony." He rubbed circles on Kurt's hand with his thumb.
"I think it's great. Let's call it a day, we can get back at it tomorrow."
"Sounds great. Thanks Wes."
They watched as he turned off the equipment and closed the door behind him.
"Thank you for doing that. Your name will be credited on the album and everythin-"
"Did you actually write it for me?" Kurt interrupted. Looking away to hide the glistening in his eye.
"I've been dragged around from bar to bar and party to party. It's always the same things. Spilled liquor, and loneliness. Even if the room is full of music and people, it just seems so empty." Blaine slid his fingers through Kurt's. "You showed me that it doesn't have to be that way. Then you took me in and accepted me as the work in progress that I am. For God's sake, Kurt I was drunk and climbing up your fire escape like some sort of backwards Shakespeare character." Blaine laughed through the few tears that had pooled in his eyes. "You've helped me more than you can imagine in just a few days more so than my friends have in years. If the only way I can pay you back is to make music about you, then that is what I will do."
Kurt pushed him into the couch and straddled him, pressing their faces together. He slid his tongue between Blaine's lips, then nibbled at his bottom pout.
"Kurt." He breathed. "Maybe we should get out of here."
"Too far." Kurt moved from his mouth down to his neck, his body crashing into Blaine's.
"My penthouse is just a few blocks away."
"You want to take me to your house?"
"I've been to yours and as you already stated, it's too far away." He stroked down Kurt's side before pushing him up and off his lap. "Can you keep it in your pants for at least twenty minutes?"
"Can you stop being handsome and talented for that long?" Kurt leaned for another kiss and Blaine put his hand up pressing his fingers against Kurt's soft lips.
He guided Kurt out of the building and tugged on his hand as they walked down the street.
"Blaine you're not wearing sunglasses or your hood or anything. Are you sure we should be holding hands?"
"It's two blocks, Kurt. I just want to hold your hand and be normal for two blocks."
"If you're sure."
They swung their arms, hand in hand as they strolled the nearly dark streets of Manhattan.
"Here we are." Blaine said, stopping in front of a particularly ornate entryway with a nicely dressed man standing at the door.
"Mr. Anderson." The doorman said by way of greeting as he opened the door. "Your guest, I presume."
"Paul, this is Kurt. He is a very special guest and is welcome here anytime without consulting me."
"As you wish, sir. Great to meet you, Kurt."
"You too, Paul." Kurt said as casually as he could manage with his jaw hanging open.
Blaine just laughed and pulled him through the door. He tugged him all the way to the elevator, an elevator conductor inserted a key and closed the doors.
"Seriously, where are we?" Kurt looked astonished at the well-dressed man pressing elevator buttons.
"Have a good evening, Mr. Anderson." The elevator man said as the doors opened to his apartment.
"Thank you, Robert. You too." He patted Robert on the shoulder before guiding Kurt into the room.
"Sorry it's a little messed up right now." Kurt looked around at the huge room before him. The ceilings were three stories tall. There was a large living room area that was almost entirely empty aside from a few furniture pieces covered in plastic wrap. To the right was a large fireplace with entries to a white kitchen on either side.
The dark wood floors were interrupted by a large curved set of white tiled stairs that led up to a second level hallway. In the corner by the giant windows was a startlingly white grand piano.
"Wow." Kurt didn't know if he should step into the room or not. It felt so fancy he didn't think it would be okay for him to walk on it.
Blaine edged around him and headed for the couch that was covered in plastic wrap. He began peeling it away. "I just ordered it earlier. I didn't think they would deliver it so soon."
"You got to pick your own furniture this time?" Kurt smiled, and Blaine looked away shyly. Still a bit embarrassed he had told Kurt about his rage against the Sebastian looking furniture.
"I just wanted something more homey. This place is nice, but it seems so sterile."
"I'm sure we could do something to make it less sterile."
"Mr. Hummel, one evening and now you are an addict."
"It's hard not to be when it was like that." Kurt inched toward Blaine eyeing him through his lashes.
"Well I suppose—" Blaine let an arm trail around Kurt's waist. "We could break in the sofa." He pulled Kurt down on top of him and nuzzled his nose into his neck.
"You're amazing. You know that right?" Kurt whispered and Blaine got chills. All these things he had heard before from screaming fans and strangers and they never really meant anything to him, but Kurt whispering them to him on a couch in his living room gave them actual meaning.
"I want to tell people about you someday." He looked up into Kurt's eyes. "When things calm down. I want to share all this with you. Backstage. Live chats. Tours. All of it."
"Someday, Blaine."
"Someday soon?"
"It's a big change."
"I'll do whatever I can to make it easier. I'll buy you a car so you can drive into the city instead of taking a train, I will hire security for you at home or work or wherever."
"Why do you want this so bad right now?" Kurt moved off Blaine. "You didn't seem so urgent before."
"I don't know. Having you here makes me realize how empty this place usually is. Being at the studio all day singing into a microphone didn't have the same effect as singing to you from your tiny keyboard at home."
"You feel lonely?"
"I told you about the song. Being in a room full of people doesn't make you any less lonely. Your apartment is filled with picture frames full of memories. I see the way you can just talk to the same customers over and over without worrying about spending too much time with any one before moving on to the next."
"You envy my life?" Kurt didn't understand how someone living in a penthouse with a view of Central Park could possibly wish he lived in the warehouse that Kurt called home. Maybe it's the fact that I can call it home and not a house.
"Of course, I do Kurt. I want to share my life with you not just because I want you to have all these experiences but also because I feel like then you will see how truly amazing your life is."
"It's not that I don't like my life, Blaine." Kurt was beginning to get a little offended maybe Blaine didn't understand why Kurt would be upset about his job, maybe he didn't realize that working 5 or 6 days a week all day and hardly making ends meet wasn't always great.
"I know you probably think I'm a jerk for saying things like that. I know I sound like a jerk, but I guess sometimes I'm overwhelmed by the desires to go back to a quiet life of singing in the senior commons to a group of 30 rather than singing in a stadium to a group of 50,000.
Kurt rubbed Blaine's shoulder. "Why don't we start by making your apartment more habitable? I'll help you decorate tomorrow." He stood and pulled Blaine up. "If you want, I can stay here tonight to make the loneliness more bearable.
"I really don't deserve you."
"I'm still deciding about that."
Blaine laughed and guided Kurt by the lower back up the stairs toward his bedroom.
Blaine pushed Kurt into his room and flicked on the light. Kurt had expected it to be just like the living room and kitchen, empty and untouched. He was genuinely surprised to see the superhero and Harry Potter posters on the wall. The comforter on the bed was rumpled and a few books were laying across the side table.
Though it was generally pretty clean, there was a few shirts thrown on a chair in the corner and sheet music spread across the floor on the opposite side of the room. This room made Kurt smile, this room was Blaine.
"Do you need to take a shower?" Blaine gestured toward a far door.
"No, I did right before I came over."
"Well, I definitely do so are you okay in here until I'm done?"
"Yeah, I'll find something to do." Kurt shook his jacket off and tossed it on the chair before sitting down in front of the sheet music.
"Perfect." Blaine backed up into the bathroom. He didn't shut the door and Kurt chuckled, apparently they were already at that point in the relationship.
After the shower had started, Kurt heard Blaine humming. A few minutes later he was singing. Kurt couldn't help but inch closer to the door. Pretty soon, he was leaning against the wall with his head back and his eyes closed, listening to Blaine sing Hopelessly Devoted to You.
As his voice echoed through the bedroom, Kurt felt his stomach warming up, he was still getting butterflies from Blaine. He recalled the first day Blaine had showed up at the Lima Bean, it took every ounce of control Kurt had not to scream or flirt with him. There's no way he would have had the same control if he knew that just a few weeks later he would be sitting in Blaine's bedroom listening to him sing in the shower.
He was so taken with his daydream that he didn't realize the song was over and the shower had been turned off.
"Like what you hear?" Blaine smiled down at him, holding a towel at his waist. "You could have joined me."
"I think we've had enough harmonizing for one day."
"I didn't mean the song." He strolled over to the closet door. Kurt watched as he reached up to a high shelf to grab something. His back muscles flexed, and Kurt gulped. The towel slipped down his backside just enough and Kurt was losing his willpower.
He ran into the closet and pressed into Blaine, throwing his towel down and smashing their lips together.
"About time." Blaine whispered as he let Kurt pull him from the closet, completely naked.
He helped Kurt take off his many layers as they backed up toward the bed. Once they were both stripped, Kurt pushed Blaine down on the sheets. He scrambled up to the pillows as Kurt crawled after him his eyes nearly black with desire.
Kurt slid up Blaine's body and pressed a kiss to his lips before trailing back down slowly. He paused and kissed Blaine's neck, then chest, then stomach, making Blaine's breath heavy.
"Kurt, if you're not comfortable you don't have to."
"I want to." He looked up at Blaine with a reassuring smile as he slid a finger up the underside of his growing erection.
"Oh God." Blaine threw his wet hair back on the pillows. Kurt grinned and leaned down, letting a hot breath out over the head. He pressed his tongue to the base on the underside and drew up before putting the whole thing in his mouth.
Blaine gripped the sheets.
Kurt bobbed his head first just up and down, then he started twisting. When he got bored of that he added a second hand. The muscles in his jaw were already starting to hurt.
Blaine was flexing and unflexing his feet. He moved his hand over to Kurt's head and slowly pressed down. Kurt let go and let Blaine control the pace. He pushed too far a few times making Kurt gag, but he stayed with it.
Blaine was moaning when Kurt started to hum. The little vibrations sending him nearly over the edge. Kurt took control back and pumped with his hand as his head bobbed. His tongue flicked over the tip as he went, and Blaine was grabbing onto the headboard for support. Kurt looked up at him, his back was arched, his head thrown back, and the muscles in his bicep bulging from squeezing the headboard so hard.
Kurt sped up, his face was almost numb from the work and there was spit everywhere. It took only a second more before Blaine's muscles were pulsing and he released into Kurt's mouth. Kurt swallowed it all with a little difficulty. Blaine pulled him up to his face and crashed his lips into Kurt's.
Kurt listened to Blaine moaning his name as he kissed and grinded against him. "I think I want to try and be on top this time."
"Anything for you." Blaine nipped at Kurt's neck. "First, would you like me to return the favor?"
"Will I be able to handle it?"
"Hopefully not." Blaine grinned mischievously.
"I suppose you are famous for what your mouth does."
"I hope you mean singing." Blaine growled.
"What else would I be implying?" Kurt sighed as Blaine took his cock in hand. He gently stroked it for a minute before leaning down and kissing it. First at the base, then along the shaft, and finally right on top of the head.
He moved his lips as he kissed it, then let them slide open along the sides taking the whole thing in his mouth in one slow swallow.
Kurt was already starting to come unraveled. He had his arms folded in front of his face and he was biting down on the back of his hand. If he watched Blaine do it, he wouldn't last.
Blaine kept his lips tight as he pulled back up, going the length each time. Kurt was amazed at how far he could go. As if Blaine wasn't great enough, he also didn't have a gag reflex. Fuck.
Kurt slapped one of his hands down on the sheets and squeezed at the mattress. His eyes were closed but he looked down when he felt Blaine's hand grab his and place it on his head. Blaine looked up at him with his huge eyes. He let go of Kurt and Kurt ran his fingers through Blaine's hair before gripping the damp curls and moving his head.
Each time he pressed Blaine's head down he met it with a thrust up. He was scared he might be going too far but Blaine just looked up at him through his eyelashes gauging his reactions. Kurt was too busy enjoying himself to realize Blaine was strategizing. When Kurt was just about there, Blaine took the rhythm back. Kurt left his hand on his head, running his finger through Blaine's coils.
Blaine mixed up his pace, staying fast like Kurt had been going then slowing down and applying more pressure. Each time Kurt was about there, Blaine would ease off what he was doing and do something else.
"Blaine, please." Kurt mustered the energy to say it weakly. He looked down, but Blaine only smiled around his cock. "Are you torturing me?" Blaine reached up with a free hand and pushed Kurt back against the pillows. He let that hand snake back down Kurt's body until it was on top of his other hand. He sped up and kept going when Kurt was clenching his fists against his own mouth.
Kurt tried to give Blaine a warning, but it only came out as a moan. Blaine kept his lips squeezed tightly around it as Kurt shot off inside him. He pushed it back and kept moving his mouth along Kurt until he was nearly begging him to stop.
"Are you—" Kurt took a deep breath in. "Oh my God—" He dropped his arms which were still quivering, "Are you trying to kill me?"
Blaine was kneeling by Kurt's legs. "The opposite actually. I was kind of hoping to really bring you to life."
Kurt just rolled into the pillow, his entire body flopping with him. He mumbled something into the pillow and Blaine laughed at the effect he'd had on him.
"What was that, love?"
Kurt rolled just enough for his mouth to be off the pillow, "I said I need a minute."
"Take your time, I'll be waiting." Blaine rolled off the bed and left the room. Kurt would have followed right after him if he had the energy to even sit up. A minute passed, and he heard the sounds of the piano vibrate from downstairs. His curiosity got the best of him and he tip toed down the steps to catch a look at Blaine.
He was entirely naked sitting on a blanket on the piano bench. He was hunched over playing the same tune in different chords until he finally smiled and continued on. Kurt leaned against the wall and folded his arms. He could watch Blaine compose for hours.
Blaine was halfway through the song when he heard a creak on the stairs and turned around.
"Are you ready?"
Kurt thudded the rest of the way down the stairs and sat beside him on the bench. "I was just watching you compose. It's beautiful to look at."
"It's probably the least attractive part of the whole process, all the wrong notes and restarting."
"All the things you work through and fix. I guess I just find it appealing."
Blaine smiled and blushed. "You're using metaphors again."
"Life imitates art."
"I thought it was the other way around." Blaine pressed Kurt back against the keys and they thundered throughout the living room. He leaned over Kurt and kissed him. Pulling him up then pressing him back down so the keys rang out a different noise. "Why don't we make some music together?"
"I suppose I wouldn't mind hearing you turn my name into a song. Let's get back upstairs."
Blaine's eyes flicked up above the piano. "No, let's stay down here."
"On the piano, Blaine? Really?"
"I've always been curious."
He pulled Kurt off the keys and tossed the blanket from the bench onto the piano spreading it out so the corners dangled over the edge. He lifted Kurt up then let himself be pulled up beside him.
"Why do I feel like it's going to break?"
"It won't break."
"You've never done this before?"
"No, you're my first." Blaine booped his nose then laid back on his elbows. Kurt turned so he was almost on top of him. He trailed his hand up and down Blaine's side as he kissed him.
"Wait. We don't have lube or anything down here." Kurt sighed, already past the point of wanting to detach himself from Blaine's body.
"Hold on." Blaine hopped off the piano and padded toward the kitchen. He returned a moment later with everything they would need.
"All that was in the kitchen?" Blaine tossed it up to Kurt and frowned a little before hopping back onto the piano. Kurt let it go, bringing his past up now was not going to get either of them in the mood.
Blaine laid all the way back on the piano and Kurt took in the sight before him. Blaine Anderson spread across a white grand piano with a beautiful view of Central Park right out the window. "Amazing," he whispered, and Blaine smiled.
"Just like you." Kurt looked nervously down at him. In truth, he wasn't quite sure what to do. He had read a few things about this, but not enough to feel like he could impress Blaine who had probably been with more men than Kurt would be able to keep track of.
Blaine noticed the expression on Kurt's face. "Hey." He put a finger to his chin. "I'll talk you through it okay?"
Kurt nodded and let his hand roam down between Blaine's legs. He massaged around relaxing the whole area. He reached over for the lube and applied it generously. Blaine gasped when Kurt put a finger in. With each new finger Blaine squeezed Kurt's arm and side harder.
Kurt spent a lot of time on Blaine somewhat surprised by how tight he was. Then again, Kurt didn't really have a point of reference, so he didn't ask questions.
"I'm ready." Blaine whispered reaching down and helping Kurt lube up. After he was ready, Blaine turned over and got on all fours.
"Are you sure you want to do it this way and not facing me?"
"And miss the view?"
"Pssh." Kurt positioned himself. "I am the view."
Blaine's laugh was cut off as Kurt pushed into him.
"Ow. Fuck." Blaine let the front half of his body collapse down and he pressed his face into his arm.
"Blaine, are you okay? What's wrong?" Kurt started to back up. "Do I need to pull out?"
"No. no. no." Blaine reached back and grabbed Kurt's arm to keep him from backing out. "It's fine. Just wasn't expecting it is all."
"Sorry." Kurt moved slowly, positive he had just destroyed Blaine's asshole.
"It's fine. Let's just start really slow okay?"
"Of course." Kurt took his advice and kept inching slowly in and out never pulling all the way out or pushing all the way in.
After a few minutes of the slow and steady pace, Kurt leaned down and blew a stream of cold air on Blaine's back. The cold air on the sweat gave him chills and his body shook a bit. "What can I do to make it better for you?"
"It's great. Keep doing what you're doing."
"Well just to check in. I have like a minute left. So in the meantime if there is anything I can do."
"Don't worry about me, Kurt."
He pressed down further into Blaine. "Just because I'm new to this doesn't mean I'm the only one that gets to enjoy it." Blaine bit his lip.
"Just do what feels good to you." Kurt took this advice and went with it. He sped up but stayed gentle, only moving a little bit. He gripped Blaine's ass with both of his hands and looked out through the window. Right outside was dark, just the black blobs of trees and beyond that was a line of sparkling lights. Kurt sighed at how beautiful New York was compared to where he grew up. Sure, you could see the stars in the Midwest, but here they made their own stars with city skylines.
Kurt was so taken with the city that he didn't realize Blaine was harshly gripping the edge of the piano and reaching down for himself.
"No, let me." Kurt wrapped a hand around Blaine and pumped. Before he could finish Blaine off, he felt his skin heating up. He tried to hold off as long as he could, but to no avail. He finished inside of Blaine and kept his hand moving until Blaine joined him. They both toppled over on the piano. Kurt falling one way and Blaine the other. Their legs were intertwined, and they were facing each other.
"How did I do?"
"Well as it was my first time as bottom I must say not too shabby." Blaine winked then closed his eyes and smiled.
"You didn't tell me it was your first time that way. Oh God I probably hurt you really bad at the beginning then." Kurt slapped Blaine's shoulder weakly. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I figured it would make you more nervous. Plus, you probably wouldn't have believed me." Blaine looked over at Kurt, "You know because of who I am."
Kurt snuggled up closer to Blaine, despite them both being covered in many warm and sticky substances. "I won't judge you based on your past. If you tell me that you've never done it that way, then I believe you okay? That's how this has got to work. There has to be honesty and trust."
"It's true though."
"May I ask why? I'm just a little surprised is all. Not even with Sebastian?"
"There was never anyone I felt deserved to do it. No one I could trust."
Kurt kissed Blaine's chest and started to drift to sleep. "Thank you for trusting me to do it."
"I would trust you with my life, Kurt Hummel." Blaine let his head fall all the way back against the piano as he joined Kurt in the realm of dreams.