A/N - Someone, somewhere rec'd my story, so for that, I thank you! The increase in readers...well, as far as I can tell with follows, etc, has been awesome, and I can't thank you guys enough for sticking with me :) I'm beyond thrilled that you're enjoying the story. It makes me sad that I'm coming to the "ending" in my thought processes for Crowded House. Depending on where I end it, there may be ...more? Who knows ;)

Again, a huge thank you to all of you reading and telling your friends about CH. Hugs to all of ya! Let me know what you think of this chapter if you have a spare minute?

CHAPTER 45

"I'm so glad you guys came to visit, Dad, and I'm sorry I had my phone turned off and made you worry. When can you come back?" Kurt asked.

"We'll see, kiddo. Things have been pretty busy at the garage, and since Larry retired, I'm a man short. I'm interviewing some guys this week, so hopefully we'll be back up to speed and Carole and I can come back soon." Burt told him.

"You're always welcome, anytime, you know that, right?"

"I know, bud, I know. I miss you, and I don't want you to forget that planes fly into Ohio as well, hear me?" Burt said, squeezing Kurt long and hard in a hug that needed to last until his next visit.

"I know about airports, dad. I'm aware planes fly into Ohio." Kurt replied, giving his dad a look and rolling his eyes.

"Well, you boys come visit soon, you hear? There's plenty of room and we'd love to have you!" Carole added, grinning as Blaine realized she was including him in the travel plans.

"Blaine…a word?" Burt said, walking away a bit and leaning in closer to Blaine. "Any more on Jackson? Has he seen him, or thought he's seen him anymore? It's been a few days, I just wondered because he never mentioned it to Carole or me?"

"He hasn't said anything. Don't worry, Burt, I'll keep an eye on things." Blaine tried to assure him.

"Yes, well, I'd very much like to exchange phone numbers if that's alright with you. When I couldn't reach Kurt I was really worried, and now it'll be worse. At least if I can get you and you tell me you just saw him safe and sound I might be able to sleep at night!" Burt chuckled. They exchanged phones and input their numbers, trying hard not to let Kurt see. He'd know something was up, and Blaine didn't want to be grilled about it. He'd felt bad after telling Burt about the possible Jackson sighting. Maybe it wasn't for him to say?

"OK! Well, we're on our way, I think our cab is here!" Carole said excitedly, but the sadness was evident in her eyes. "You boys take care of each other, and if you can, try to keep Finn out of trouble as well, alright?" she beamed. "Love you, Kurt." She said, hugging her step son, and then whispered in his ear. "I really, really like Blaine, and so does Burt. Don't tell him I told you, though!" she giggled, letting him go. She then grabbed Blaine in a tight hug as well, telling him to keep an eye on Kurt and how glad she was to have been able to meet him.

"You guys take care!" Burt yelled as they went out the front door.

"We will, dad!" Kurt yelled back, rolling his eyes again with a grin. The door closed and they stood together in the hallway awkwardly before turning to head back up the steps.

"So what's on your agenda for today?" Blaine asked.

"I have to work on David's suit. He needs it finished this week and I still need to get far enough to do the final fitting. He's very closed off about why he needs it, but I'm assuming he has a wedding or something to go to. Who knows. Either way, the better he looks, the better I look!" Kurt laughed. "What on your to-do list?"

"Not a lot. I have some bills to pay, need to run to the grocery store later for a few things, and I thought I'd work on a few songs I've been toying with. Nothing big or important I guess."

"I um…I'm just sewing what I've already cut, so…if you want company, feel free to stop over…if you want…you know…you don't have to if—" Kurt stammered.

"I'd love to. Let me make you dinner?" Blaine asked.

"Um…is that safe?"

"Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny, Kurt!" Blaine deadpanned, giving him a whack on the arm. "You tell me what you want and I'll make it. Anything at all!"

"Hmmm…interesting. Let me think on it. I'll text you within the next few minutes."

"Sounds good, then I'll grab what I don't already have at the grocery and head over to cook at your place. I like to watch you work." Blaine grinned. Kurt blushed, but opened his door and stepped inside.

"I'll see you soon, then." He grinned, and blew Blaine a kiss before shutting the door and immediately looking through the peephole. He was glad he did when he saw Blaine do a little jig down the hall to his own door and shake his rear end in the process. Leaning back against the door, Kurt let out a long sigh, smiling at the turn his life had taken, and liking it quite well.

Back in his own apartment, Blaine's phone was buzzing on the living room table and he grabbed it to see who was texting him.

1:18p from Nick: Man, I might need a little help from you.

1:19p from Blaine: I'm glad to hear from you. I've called Jeff and texted him as well and he's not replying. Have you heard from him?

1:20p from Nick: Yeah, he's passed out on my mom's sofa. It's a long story, but we're coming to NY later tonight. Will you be able to spare a few minutes?

1:21p from Blaine: Sure. I'm having dinner with Kurt, though, so later would be better.

1:21p from Nick: That'll work. Bring Kurt along if you'd like. I'll text you my address and a time. If that works, I'll see you then. If not, let me know. Jeff's gonna need a couple of shoulders to lean on for a bit, I think.

1:23p from Blaine: Nick, is he ok? Is Jeff alright?

1:24p from Nick: Physically, he's fine. We'll talk tonight.

1:24p from Blaine: ok. Take care of him, Nick. He's pretty important to me.

1:25p from Nick: Will do. He's pretty important to me, too.

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"Mrs. Duval, I'm so sorry." Jeff said, still a bit woozy. "I have issues with anxiety sometimes…my life's been turned upside down a little lately and I know this is just stress. I'm so embarrassed…." Jeff trailed off.

"Jeffrey, there is no need for any of that. You have every right to feel stressed, and I'M the one who is embarrassed as it's MY husband causing you this grief. When I get my hands on that man—" Janet Duval said, before Nick cut her off.

"Mom…I think we're going to head home. I don't really have any interest in staying here until he comes home and makes a bigger scene." Nick said to his mother.

"Alright. Ok, baby. Just….please Nicholas, let me speak to him. Maybe I can talk some sense into him! I can't imagine what in the world he's thinking. I'm truly appalled!"

"You're not the only one." Steven said from across the room. The brothers had all retreated to one side of the living area while Nick sat with Jeff and his mom. "Nick, I know you want to go home, but we really have to talk about all of this. What dad does effects all of us…every one of us, in every aspect of the business. We can't have him going off all half-cocked doing stupid shit because he didn't get his way! We need to have a discussion about what's going on here. I'm afraid for you and Jeff at this point. I can't believe we didn't know what the hell was going on, and I don't mind telling you I'm a bit pissed that you didn't say something before now!"

"I tried to handle it by myself. I saw no reason for you all to be dragged into things. His fight was with me, not you." Nick stated.

"Well, he's made it a family issue now. From what I can tell, he's using company security to hang around Ohio, for what good reason and for how long? How is that relevant to our business? He's also withdrawn large sums of money from the bank and has no record of what for. I can only imagine what he's doing with it and who is being paid. Again, this is from the business account. Not acceptable." Alex chimed in. "This is about all of us, Nick, and we're not going to stand by and let him try to ruin something you care about because he's being stubborn."

"I appreciate your concern, guys. I really do, but imagine how awkward things are going to be with me around from now on. Do you really want to jump into that and make things even more uneasy? If he's going to come after me, he'll surely come after you as well." Nick stated plainly. He was more than glad his brothers were standing up for him and Jeff, but he was fearful of his father's wrath against them when he found out.

"All for one and one for all, Nick." Robby said, sadly, but with a twinkle in his eye. They all laughed, remembering how they'd join together to gang up on their parents when they were younger. Much of the time it worked. They ended up with a new game system when they all refused to speak until it was granted to them. They'd done chores all summer to earn it and then their father had denied them their prize. David Duval was a hard man.

"Thank you guys, all of you. And mom, I appreciate that you tried to talk to him. I'm not going to hold my breath, though. He's made up his mind, and at this point, he's angry only because I've defied him. He'll push me until I scream 'uncle' and he won't be happy or relent until I do. He's in for a long ride." Nick said, giving them all grateful looks. Jeff sat silently on the sofa, saying nothing during the exchange. Because of him, this family was being ripped apart. And now they were going to take it a step further. He still felt lightheaded and sick.

"You look tired, babe." Nick told Jeff as they boarded the plane.

"I am…very."

"How about you lay down and try to rest while we're on our way. It'll be a bit before we take off. You just look worn out." Nick told him, giving him a loving look.

"I think I will." Jeff said, walking toward the back of the plane where he knew a large bed was sectioned off. "Nicky…I'm really sorry. I truly never wanted this…this mess with your dad. I'm sorry it's come to this." Jeff said sadly.

"You have done nothing wrong, Jeff. Remember that. He is his own worst enemy."

"Yes, but now he's become mine…and yours I fear."

"I'll handle it. Get some rest, babe. Love you." Nick told him as Jeff shut the door.

Nick was on his phone to his brothers as the door closed. They had to come to some kind of decision about their father. He was secretly thrilled to have them on his side. He didn't want to drag his family into it, but having quit the family business, they all stood up and took notice. Things weren't right, and they needed to be set straight again.

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"I apologize for ever doubting you, Blaine. That was, hands down, the best lasagna I've ever eaten…as you can tell by the way I've nearly licked my plate clean. Delicious!" Kurt beamed.

"I used my mom's recipe. I'm glad she was home when I called and my dad didn't answer." He chuckled.

"Do you look like her?" Kurt asked.

"My mom? Yeah, very much so. I have pictures in the apartment. I'll have to show you. One's on my dresser in my bedroom."

"I was a bit distracted the one and only time I was in your bedroom. I believe I'd just been ratted out by a four year old and I was considering dying of embarrassment!" Kurt grinned, now forking up bites of lasagna from the pan in the middle of the table. "This is freaking amazing, Blaine." Kurt said, having another bite.

"I'm glad you like it." Blaine smiled at him across the table. "Oh! So Nick called me this afternoon. He wants me to come by his place later. Jeff's in town with him and he sounded kind of odd. He really didn't say why, only that Jeff was going to need a shoulder to lean on. You're invited to come as well if you want? Have you done enough on the suit?"

"Um…ok, sure. When?"

"He said around 8 pm. If we leave in about 30 minutes we'll have plenty of time to get there."

"Don't you have to work tonight?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah, but not until later. I don't think we'll be at Nick's long. Do you want to come with me? Hang out backstage again?"

"Blaine, I'm beginning to look like a groupie!" Kurt laughed. "I'll think about it. I'm not sure yet. That whole 'thinking I saw Jackson' thing really threw me." He said, a bit more serious now.

"It's not doing much for me, either. I kind of want to keep you close by until we figure out where he is, Kurt."

"You don't need to babysit me, Blaine. I'm a big boy now. It's ok!" Kurt said, rolling his eyes.

"I know I don't, but I worry. I care about you an awful lot and I don't want someone I lo-" Blaine said, cutting himself off when he realized what he was about to say. " I mean, you're important to me and…um…I…don't want you to be alone if he's around, you know?" he stuttered out.

Kurt wasn't sure if he'd heard correctly, but he thought Blaine had almost said….had he said that? Was he going to say that word? He made no mention of it, and began to clear the table, wanting desperately to do a happy dance in the kitchen, but knowing Blaine would see him. He'd happy dance later when Blaine wasn't watching.

"You're kidding, right? Nick sent you THIS address? He lives here?" Kurt said, unbelieving.

"That's what it says. I'm as dumbfounded as you are!" Blaine replied as they rode the elevator up. The man at the door said 'Mr. Duval was expecting us', which wasn't weird at all. Mr. Duval?" Blaine said, giving Kurt a skeptical look.

They stepped off the elevator in stunned silence looking around the grandly appointed hallway. The door swung open and Nick stood there in his suit, not having changed yet as they'd just gotten in themselves. Jeff was scrunched up on the sofa in a ball, his eyes unfocused.

"Hey guys, come on in." Nick said without energy.

"Geez, Nick, I barely recognize you! What's with the suit, dude?" Blaine commented.

"Yeah…well, I guess that's the other side of Nick Duval you'll have to meet. I hope he meets your approval." Nick grinned.

"Jeffie?" Blaine said, walking over to Jeff on the sofa. Jeff's head snapped to the side when he heard his best friend's voice.

"Blaine! What are you doing here? Hi Kurt, what's up, man?" Jeff said, surprised.

"I…uh…I asked them to come. I thought…well, I know how you are, Jeff, and I know you probably haven't unloaded any of this onto anyone else. We've talked plenty about it, but I know you need someone else to bounce things off of. I'm going to go change for work. You can come with me tonight or stay here. You're perfectly safe here if you decide to stay, don't worry. I wish I'd thought to get someone else to cover for me tonight. I just didn't foresee all of this bullshit going on. I'll uh…yeah." Nick said, motioning toward a long hallway and retreating to his bedroom.

They watched Nick walk away before Blaine spoke, his eyes darting around the room.

"What the actual fuck, man? Who lives here? Whoever it is has to be loaded!" Blaine rambled out. Jeff just snickered and shook his head.

"Nick lives here. This is his place. Seriously. I know you're going to say 'shut up!' but I'm totally serious. There's a whole lot going on that you don't know about. How 'bout I fill you in?" Jeff said, and Blaine didn't miss the complete lack of emotion in his voice. This was not the Jeff he knew, and it frightened him.

"Jeffie, what's going on, man? You're kinda freaking me out."

"Ok, from the beginning then…." Jeff said, and proceeded to tell Blaine and Kurt the whole story…every little thing up until they'd gotten home tonight.

Kurt was stunned. Blaine was furious. In fact, he was ready to rip Nick's head off for putting his best friend in this position, but he knew it wasn't actually Nick's fault. He also knew how his friend felt about Nick, and he wouldn't have changed anything if he could. They were great together, and since Nick had made the decision to stay with Jeff and leave his father behind, Blaine wouldn't complain.

"Sooooooo…." Nick began, coming back down the hallway. "How much do you hate me right now?" he said sadly.

"I can't hate you, Nick. Jeff loves you, that much is clear. But I won't say I'm not worried. This shit has gotten out of hand, man!"

"Yeah. Yeah it has. My brothers and I are trying to fix it. I don't really know what to do. I've told him off, I've quit my job…my whole family is ready to lynch him. It's a huge clusterfuck." Nick admitted.

"Clearly." Kurt sympathized. "And this is all because he didn't want you to date Jeff for no apparent reason and you decided to do so anyway?"

"Yep. He's absolutely adamant about having his orders followed to the letter. Always has been, since we were kids. One of his sons disobeying him in front of anyone looks bad for him, so he lashed out. It's the stupidest thing, really. But he's like a dog with a bone now. He won't let go until he feels he's 'won' the battle." Nick explained. "He's always been this way, but this is the farthest he's pushed it. Even my mom is furious with him."

"Yes, and with good reason, I think." Kurt replied. "You guys, I'm so sorry. I wish I had some great words of wisdom to help you out of this, but I'm just kind of stunned really. I can't even imagine…"

"I agree. If there's anything at all we can do to help, please, by all means, just say the word, but I don't know what it would be." Blaine said.

"It's enough that you're here, and you know what's going on." Jeff said, not making eye contact. His eyes were far off and unfocused again. Kurt watched him, sympathy evident in his eyes. He couldn't believe a father would do this to his son. But, then again, not everyone had a dad like he did. He was truly blessed and he was thankful for Burt every day.

"Babe, I have to get going. Do you want to go with me tonight or just hang out here?" Nick asked Jeff, not wanting to leave him alone. He loved playing guitar, but he really didn't want to leave Jeff tonight. He was hoping Jeff would agree to go with him.

"I think I'll crash here, Nicky. I'm not really up for it. Is that ok?" Jeff answered.

"Yeah…yeah, it's fine. Listen, Joseph is right downstairs, and Terrance is on the door tonight. If you need anything…anything at all, you can call either one of them, ok? And I'll leave Phillip's cell phone number on the counter. He'll gladly get you anything you need. You need to meet him while you're here, anyway! You're gonna love him!" Nick said excitedly. Jeff wasn't so sure.

"I'll be fine." Jeff said without much conviction behind it.

"Um…Jeff, I really don't feel up to the Dive tonight, either. Would you mind a little bit of company?" Kurt asked. He wasn't sure how Jeff would feel about him sticking around, but he didn't want the man to be alone, either.

"You're welcome to stay, Kurt, but I can't guarantee I'll be good company." Jeff said, a half smile on his face.

"Then I'll just watch TV if you don't feel like talking. I'm not up for much more than that. It's been a long weekend with my family in from out of town." Kurt replied. Jeff looked so sad that he didn't have the heart to leave him alone.

"Ok, then, we'll be on our way I guess…" Blaine said, trailing off, watching Kurt look sadly at Jeff. Jeff looked defeated and broken. Kurt looked up as he spoke. Nick caught his attention and mouthed "thank you!" behind Jeff's back and Kurt knew he was secretly thrilled that Kurt was staying with his boyfriend. The two musicians headed out the door and Kurt went to the fridge for a drink.

"I hope Nick doesn't mind if I grab a drink or something?" Kurt said.

"No, he won't mind. Go ahead and get anything you want. You'll be amazed at the size of that refrigerator, believe me." And Kurt was. It was enormous. He'd seen restaurant walk ins smaller than Nick's fridge. There wasn't anything he wanted that he couldn't find in there. He was stunned. Pulling out a can of Coke, he asked Jeff if he wanted anything and brought him one as well. They sat and watched TV quietly for about 30 minutes before Jeff spoke again.

"Thank you, Kurt. I know you just stayed so I wouldn't be alone. I appreciate it. I'm sorry I'm not much good for conversation tonight." He said.

"You're doing me a favor as well. I wasn't looking forward to going out. The last time I was there I thought I saw…well, someone I knew, and …well, I was kind of …." Kurt stammered out.

"You've gone kinda pale, Kurt. You ok?" Jeff said, sitting up from his scrunched up ball on the sofa.

"I'm…yeah. I'm ok. Just…I have anxiety issues sometimes. I don't always deal with them well. I'm sorry." Kurt said, shaking his head.

"No need to be sorry. Care to talk about it?" Jeff offered. So they did.

Hours passed and Kurt told Jeff his story, including everything about Jackson and his move to New York to escape everything. Kurt wasn't sure whether he was thankful Blaine hadn't told his story to Jeff or concerned that he hadn't bothered. He didn't have time to think about it now, though. Jeff was telling his own story, which Kurt had already heard most of.

"And I think, more than being told I might not have a job, what I was most mad about was missing the play. They worked SO hard, Kurt, and I feel like I let them down. I just wasn't there." Jeff said, clearly agonized over missing the performance. "And I kept waiting for a text or something…a clip or a video from Ebony, but then it dawned on me, with my new phone, she'll be sending it to an account I no longer have. My number has changed and everything, so God only knows when or if I'll ever see them perform. It just pisses me off, Kurt!" Jeff said, finally some emotion and heat in his voice.

"I'll tell you what. I'll call the school myself if I have to and request a copy of the performance. You said they were filming it, right? Surely they'll have copies for sale? I'll get one if it's the last thing I do!" Kurt said, a smile on his face. Jeff smiled at him and shook his head.

"I see why he cares for you so much, Kurt. You're a pretty good guy." Jeff smiled. "I hope you guys are happy together. I really do. He's been through so much, and…well, that's not my story to tell. I'm sure he'll get around to all the good stuff at some point." Jeff smirked, knowing very well that 'the good stuff' he spoke of wasn't good at all, but deciding he didn't want to have Kurt returning home with concerned questions if Blaine wasn't ready to talk about it.

Jeff's phone buzzed and he checked it, assuming it was Nick. Nick and his mom were the only ones with his new number anyway. He was shocked and angry at who the text was from, though. How David Duval had already gotten ahold of his new cell phone number was anyone's guess, but the man seemed to have a knack for invading privacy and getting what he wanted. Nick's father continued to text him for the next few hours as Jeff tried to hold a normal conversation with Kurt. His words were angry and manipulative and Jeff was a basket case by the time Nick came home. There was no way he was poking a stick into the beehive and telling Nick about the messages. He'd only make things worse if he did, so he kept them to himself.

Kurt went downstairs to the cab Blaine was holding and they went home in the early morning hours. Kurt was physically and emotionally exhausted and almost fell asleep on Blaine in the cab. They climbed the stairs together and Kurt was nearly asleep on Blaine's shoulder when they got up to their doors.

"Don't go…" Kurt mumbled out.

"Hmmm?"

"Don't go. Stay with me?" He said again, clearly tired.

"Kurt?" Blaine asked, wondering if his boyfriend even knew what he was saying.

Kurt just opened his door and dragged Blaine inside with him, dropping his keys on the table inside the door and locking it. He took Blaine's hand again and pulled him slowly down the hallway to his bedroom, slipping out of his jeans immediately and crawling into bed in his boxers and the t-shirt he'd had on under his vest. Almost as soon as his head hit the pillow he was out, but not before reaching out for Blaine and saying "snuggle?" before he sighed and shifted getting comfortable.

Blaine was stunned. He was in Kurt's apartment, in his bedroom, and Kurt had just shed all of his layers and asked him to crawl in bed with him, totally uninhibited. He was not going to stand around waiting to be asked twice. Quickly, he shed his own clothing down to his boxers and a t-shirt, but then realized it smelled like smoke, so he shed that as well. The last thing he wanted was to smell up Kurt's sheets. Slowly, so as not to jar the bed, he crawled in next to his sleepy boyfriend and softly pulled Kurt's back to his chest, laying one arm over the sleeping man's midsection. Within minutes, they were both softly snoring.

"So how'd the night go with Kurt?" Nick asked.

"It went well. He's a good guy. I like him. I think he'll be good for Blaine, and if Kurt can break out of his anxious shell, I think Blaine will be good for him too." Jeff replied.

"Yeah, I've noticed he's a little jumpy. What's up with that?"

"Not for me to tell, but I will say, he's been through some super traumatic shit and I don't know that I could have handled it as well as it seems he has. He has a ways to go, but he's a trooper, that's for sure. I will say this though, he thinks he saw an ex-boyfriend who caused all this bullshit recently…at the Dive…and it scared the living shit out of him. Will you keep an eye out?" Jeff asked.

"Absolutely. Does Blaine know?"

"Yeah, he told him. The more eyes on the situation the better, though, right?"

"Yep. That's a fact. So how about you. How was your night and how are YOU holding up?" Nick asked him, so much love in his eyes that Jeff almost broke.

"It…it was ok. It was…long…without you." Jeff said softly. "Nothing's quite the same without you, Nicky." He smiled.

Jeff's phone buzzed and he jumped a mile, reaching for it. It was, again, from Nick's dad. He had no intention of telling Nick about the messages. Nick was under enough stress from everything his dad had done, and he didn't want to talk more about it all tonight anyway.

"Well, it's not me, and I'm sure it's not your mom at this hour…" Nick stated, trailing off.

"It's…uh…it's Kurt. Just letting me know they got home ok." Jeff smile, reassuringly.

"Good to hear. You ready to turn in?"

"Yeah. I absolutely am ready for some good sleep, and we all know how I feel about your mattress!" Jeff smirked.

"Baby, if it keeps you in my bed, that's all I'm worried about." Nick grinned back at him, pulling him up from the sofa and heading down the hall to the bedroom. They took turns in the bathroom and finally snuggled down in to bed together, neither having the energy to do anything but hold tight to the other and drift to sleep. The last thing Jeff heard before he slept was his phone buzzing again from the other room.

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Kurt's neck was warm and soft, and Blaine's lips probed and sucked little spots, feeling Kurt shiver beneath his fingers and his mouth. His hands roamed Kurt's chest and stomach and he was pretty sure he'd woken Kurt completely at this point if his breathy, soft moans were anything to go by.

"..this ok?"

"Y-yes…" Kurt sighed, his heart pounding. He hadn't been touched this way in so long he wasn't sure what was going to happen. At any moment his body and mind could short circuit and he'd freak out, jerking away from Blaine…but OH GOD, his hands…and his mouth. Kurt was in heaven for the time being and he didn't want it to stop.

"I thought I was dreaming." Blaine began. "I woke up with the sun in my face, warm and comfortable, with an absolutely hot body next to mine, and thought I'd be a damn fool not to take advantage of that." He giggled. Kurt's response was to arch his back and grind into Blaine's hips, making his boyfriend grit his teeth and suck in air. "Kurrrrrtttt….." he ground out.

"Hmmmmmm?" was all the reply he got.

"I don't want to push too far. Tell me...ohgod…tell me if I'm…if you're uncomfortable, ok? Promise you will?" Blaine asked, concern evident in his voice.

"Mmmhmmmm…." Kurt said, arching again. "Just keep doing that….please…" Kurt purred. Blaine didn't hesitate, nipping Kurt's neck and shoulder, keeping his hands below the arms so as not to set Kurt off. The last thing he wanted was for this to stop.

Blaine kissed and licked and touched Kurt until he thought he'd pass out from the heady pleasure of feeling and tasting his beautiful boyfriend. Kurt was doing so well, but Blaine was absolutely terrified to move his hands away from their small comfort zone that he'd found.

"Kurt…" he panted. "Tell me what you want…please…" Blaine begged.

"..want you…so much…want to touch you…" Kurt breathed out.

"Take what you want, Kurt. You know how I feel. Do as you please." Blaine said, offering his permission to do whatever Kurt wanted.

"Yeah?" Kurt questioned, a feral smile on his face. "You um…you're aware that it's been….awhile…and I may be a bit…out of practice on some things…I hope that's…..oh yes, there…." He trailed off.

"Anything, Kurt. Do whatever makes you happy. Please!" Blaine whined, out of breath from holding himself back. He wasn't ready for what happened.

Kurt turned and immediately flipped Blaine onto his back on the mattress, slanting over him provocatively, leaning in so close to his lips that Blaine could see every freckle on his nose, every fleck of color in his beautiful eyes.

"... fuck, Kurt." Blaine barely breathed out, so turned on his body was near to igniting.

"Well, I don't think I'm quite ready for that much yet, but uh….we can improvise if you don't mind?" Kurt grinned, leaning in again to kiss Blaine softly, then with much more heat. His tongue traced Blaine's bottom lip, then slid to part them, slipping his tongue inside. Blaine grabbed Kurt's ass, yanking him down to grind their hips together. Kurt let out a moan that was pure seduction and Blaine was lost.

Kurt's mouth moved down over his boyfriend's ear, to his neck, then across his collarbone, all the while, fitting their fingers together and pinning Blaine's to the bed.

"Your arms are so….kiss…fucking….kiss…beautiful…." Kurt teased, placing kisses all over Blaine's biceps. He was dizzy with the feeling of Blaine beneath him and his mind was in chaos. What was he doing? He hadn't done anything this sexual in so long that he'd likely embarrass himself. Was it like riding a bike? Did one forget how to be sexy and provocative? It seemed like he was doing fine so far, and Blaine wasn't complaining one bit, so he took the plunge, working his way down over the fine, curly chest hair, searching for Blaine's belly button.

Kurt nibbled and licked around Blaine's belly, breathing cool air onto the places he'd marked and making the beautiful man above him shiver and writhe on the bed. His moans were incoherent now and Kurt was ecstatic. He was doing this. He was pleasing Blaine. He wasn't frigid, no matter what Jax had said. No matter how many times he'd screamed at him that he was. Nibbling further down, he grabbed ahold of the waistband of Blaine's boxer briefs and tugged with his teeth. A strangled cry left Blaine's throat and electricity shot through Kurt's body, head to toe.

Slowly working the briefs down over Blaine's hips was a tall order and a slow process, but he was determined to do it…with just his teeth. He kept eye contact with Blaine all the while, the curly haired man straining his neck to watch Kurt's every move. Kurt stayed to the sides, not wanting to get too close to his target yet and worked the fabric down, down, down until Blaine kicked them off and began to basically beg Kurt in no uncertain terms.

"…Kurt….dying…please….your beautiful mouth…don't tease me anymore….baby…." but the crowning glory was the guttural cry that left Blaine's mouth when Kurt sunk his mouth slowly, slickly, warmly over Blaine's shaft, taking his time moving down and just as slowly moving back up. He pulled off with a wicked, wet little pop and grinned at Blaine as he stuck his tongue out to tickle the slit he was eye level with. Sinking down on his favorite new toy again, Kurt gave it everything he had, never losing eye contact. Blaine tried to pull his hands free once, and got them all the way to Kurt's hair before he realized how the man had stiffened under his touch.

"…please...don't…" was all Kurt had to say before Blaine twined their hands together again and the moment was forgotten. Kurt was so hard he was in pain and grinding against the sheets beneath him. He picked up the pace of his sucking, swirling his tongue as he went and nuzzling his chin down to graze Blaine's balls as he sunk down lower, lower, lower until he felt Blaine hit the back of his throat. He was pretty sure Blaine was cutting off any little bit of circulation to his fingers now, and he gripped just that much tighter when his hips jolted up and he grated out two words…gonna…come.

Moment of truth, Kurt, he said to himself, continuing to suck and swallow around Blaine. He felt himself climax into his sheets with such force that it sent a jolt of pure bliss up his spine. He hummed his own pleasure and it sent Blaine spiraling out of control. A keening whine left his boyfriends throat as he felt the hot, salty wetness bathe his mouth and he laved at Blaine's cock taking every last drop that was offered before collapsing on Blaine's chest, sated and feeling like a bowl of Jello.

If he'd had the energy, Kurt would have laughed and made a joke about how much he was enjoying the ride with Blaine's chest heaving up and down at such a pace. Instead, he slipped his tongue out and licked Blaine's left nipple, whispering "…you taste so good….", before Blaine hoisted him up further and devoured Kurt's mouth.

"…never….again…" he mumbled out between kisses, and Kurt was momentarily confused. He didn't want to do that again? Was it that awkward?

His chest still heaving, his breath warm in Kurt's ear, Blaine managed to get the sentence out completely. "Never again doubt yourself and your sexual prowess, Kurt. I am a slave to your talents…" he trailed off, taking Kurt's mouth again.