A/N So, I suppose it's time to make sure everyone who reads this is aware that I don't own Glee, I don't own the characters, I don't own Darren, or Chris or Riker or Curt or Grant or any of those handsome fellows...MUCH to my chagrin :( Although, I feel that I should note that it was brought to my attention that someone / someone's at Fox / Glee apparently read fan fics...Chris and Darren have both made references to it, and I have to say...adding lemons to my blueberry pancakes, RIB? Very clever way to avoid having to give me credit for Blaine making Kurt those delectable goodies for breakfast in bed this week! But let's be fair...we all know it was my idea first. Sigh...so unfair. *wink* Anyway...enjoy!

CHAPTER 66

Blaine dragged his bags up to his door at school wanting nothing but to go inside and collapse. He'd just been through the worst weekend in recent memory, and he wanted nothing more than sleep and more sleep. Mentally calculating the hours he would have to rest, he approached his door and found two notes on it, posted with tape on the outside, and dated on Saturday morning as well as earlier that evening.

Staff Members

As you are probably all aware, we are having issues due to the water main break just outside of campus. Please stay tuned to your email and / or texts for further instructions. Your assistance may be needed with organizing younger students with restroom issues. Temporary facilities have been put in place outside of the Science and Biology wing. Please attempt to be available to your students at all times should they require your assistance.

Thank you,

K. Marshall

then the second note:

Staff Members,

Clearly we are still in a bind with the facilities. Students will be bussed off campus to shower facilities at Roderick Hall this evening. I have been assured that the water situation should be back to normal by no later than tomorrow afternoon, however at this time, I think it is only wise to cancel classes in their entirety for Monday. The sewer odor that has permeated the air in Bldg A is noxious, and will not be conducive to hard work and good study habits. Thank you for your patience and cooperation.

K. Marshall

Blaine could have fallen to his knees in gratitude. No classes tomorrow…more time to sleep and catch up on all he'd missed this weekend….thank GOD! He took both notes down off the door and checked his phone. No texts from the school. He'd have to speak to someone about that…make sure they had his cell number for future important texts. Checking his email, however, he found the notice sent Saturday afternoon that reiterated what had been posted on his door, as well as the one posted there earlier that evening. Flinging his phone down on his bedside table, he threw his things in the door and fell face first onto his bed.

He was roused sometime later by voices in the hallway outside his door, then a knock. Groaning, he ignored it. As far as anyone knew, he wasn't back yet. He was just too tired to deal with it…with anything right now. The knock came again and it crossed his mind that perhaps one of his students might need some help, so just as he sat up and climbed from the bed to answer the door, it swung open slowly, and the sight that met his eyes made him break down and cry then and there.

"K-Kurt?" he said, tears already flowing freely. "What are you doing here?"

"I had to come. I was too stupid to see that you needed me…wanted me to be here…" Kurt began, but had the air knocked out of him as Blaine rushed into his arms, crying, almost laughing, clearly happy to see him. "I couldn't let you be alone if you needed me, B." Kurt told him, his own tears flowing down his cheeks now. They stood there holding on to each other for what seemed like hours, just swaying, Kurt kissing his head and shushing him softly.

"I can't tell you how glad I am that you're here." Blaine mumbled, his face still tucked up under Kurt's chin.

"Yeah…I think we still need to discuss that communication thing, Blaine. If you didn't want to be alone, you needed to say that to me. I'm too much of a dunce sometimes to figure it out on my own!" Kurt laughed.

"How'd you get here? Did you rent a car?"

"No, I'd planned to, but uh….I came in high style. Truth be told, I was terrified at first, but Nick let me borrow his car for the week. That thing is just….I've never in all my life seen anything like it. At one point I was pretty sure I could have taken a nap and still arrived here in one piece and on time. That's some car he's got there. No wonder Jeff loves it."

"I don't care if Air Force One dropped you off, I'm just ecstatic that you're here….there's only one problem? We have no water until tomorrow afternoon." Blaine told him, dejected. To say that Kurt wasn't prissy about his morning ablutions and such would have been an out and out lie.

"I'll live…don't worry about it. It's quite minor compared to what we dealt with this weekend, don't you think?" Kurt smiled, cupping his face now, and leaning down to kiss him properly.

"Minor…" Blaine mumbled, snuggling back into Kurt's neck again.

"You poor baby, you're dead on your feet. Let's get you out of these clothes and into bed. Have you eaten?" Kurt asked.

"No…I was going to stop and get something, but I was too exhausted. I just wanted to get here…I thought I'd grab something quick from the cafeteria downstairs, but without water…." He trailed off.

"No problem…I picked up some things on the way…it's not much, but it's probably edible." Kurt said, eyeing the doors on the opposite wall. "Which one's mine?" he grinned.

"Hmmm? OH! Uh…That one, there." Blaine said pointing. "Bathroom here, closet here…Kurt's room…here." He said, pulling on the door connecting their rooms and snickering.

"What's funny?" Kurt asked.

"Kurt's room…as if I'm letting you sleep alone tonight. And good news…with the water situation, they've cancelled classes tomorrow. If I'd been on the text list, I may have been able to stay another day at home!" he said, perturbed.

"Either way, we're together, and that's what matters. Now…do you want the chicken salad or the ham and cheese? I also have some chips, some peanut butter cookies and a 6 pack of water. Nothing fancy, but it'll do for now I hope." Kurt smiled.

"Don't care, you pick." Blaine smiled back at him.

They sat on the bed eating and making small talk until most of the food was gone. Kurt texted Jeff and let him know he was there and the car was unblemished. Blaine was picking at the spread on his bed and seemed lost in thought when Kurt pulled him from it.

"What's on your mind, B?" he asked.

"My uh…my mom's moving to New York." He said, and looked up quickly, smiling, only to refocus on the spread beneath him, yawning for the third time in as many minutes.

"That's great!" Kurt told him, seemingly happy, but Blaine didn't look all that happy about it at all. "It IS great… isn't it? Oh…but…does that mean…what about your dad?" he asked.

"He's not my father. He's dead to me now." He said quietly.

"B…what happened?"

"My mom found his journal when she tried to redecorate his office for him while he was away. When he realized she'd found it, and likely read it, he shoved her down the stairs. That's….it's why her arm was broken…she had a concussion, Kurt. He wasn't finished….if William hadn't been there…" he began, but broke off, sniffing again and shaking his head. "He's dead to me. I am NOT his son…never again. I just want her to be here away from him and happy again. But most of all, I want him to pay for what he's done to her!" he added with a bit more heat.

"When did you find all this out?" Kurt asked, his brow furrowed.

"Tonight…when I went back to Coop's for my stuff. She didn't want to pile on, but she didn't want to go back having not told us what she came to say. It was all just too much…." He trailed off.

"Oh…baby, here." Kurt said, shoving the food away and leaning over to grab Blaine, just holding him and rocking slightly.

"Kurt…can we sleep? I'm so tired and mentally exhausted. I'm sorry, I know you came all this way…" he said sleepily.

"We'll do whatever you need to do. I'm here for whatever you need, and if that's rest, then we rest. What can I get you? Pajamas? Let me move this stuff from the bed."

"There's a fridge over there….for th' leftover stuff…" Blaine mumbled, yawning again.

"K…" Kurt said softly, then walked over to the adjoining door. Blaine sat bolt upright.

"Don't go…please, Kurt.."

"Oh, honey, no, I'm just going to lock the door in my room that goes to the hallway and turn the lights out. Lay down, I'll be right back, baby, I promise. I need my pajama pants, too."

"Mmmmm, no pants…don't need 'em…." Blaine mumbled, grinning.

"Not tonight, Romeo, you're clearly too exhausted." Kurt smirked.

"Ok…" Blaine said, laying his head down again. "k…."

When Kurt returned Blaine was sound asleep and his mouth had fallen open a little, so he was snuffling softly. Kurt smiled, turned the lights off and crawled in next to him. Blaine immediately snuggled back into him and Kurt wrapped his arm around his man's belly, a contented grin on his face. Tomorrow they'd talk….tomorrow. For now, this was more than enough.

"Do you think they're ok?" Nick asked Jeff that night as they lay in bed like cute little spoons. They were whispering now since Trent and Thad were sleeping in Blaine's room.

"Kurt said he's there and he didn't damage the car" Jeff snickered. "I'm assuming all is well. I'll text him back tomorrow and make sure. I'm sure they're dead tired tonight, though."

"Yeah….listen, I know uh…I mean, we weren't here or anything, but are you ok with everything? I don't want to be an idiot and not address it, but I just really kinda want to know that you're alright…ya know?"

"I'm good, yeah. No worries, Nicky. I hate that it happened to them…I really do. I can't imagine how terrified they both must have been, but I really was brutal on Kurt during training. He was so convinced the guy was coming back after him, so I really made sure he knew what he was doing. I've never been so glad in all my life for having done something, really. I just feel bad that we weren't here to help. You know we'd have heard it all with the walls all paper thin like they are." Jeff said, rolling his eyes.

"Ok, well, I just wanted to check. I know Blaine's your best friend and you and Kurt have gotten so close lately that….well, I just wanted to be sure." Nick smiled.

"And this is why I love you." Jeff said, twisting toward him on the bed to kiss his nose. Nick just grinned and shook his head.

"So uh…if this is all happening, and Blaine's moving in upstairs and Kurt's moving in with him and then the guys are moving into Kurt's place….have you given any thought to um…maybe changing your address as well?" Nick said hopefully.

"Some." Jeff smiled at him, bashfully. "I don't know what to think any more about your dad. He's been quiet for too long…do you think he's even still worried about me being around with everything else he's having to avoid?"

"I don't know what he's thinking. He's not one to give up a fight, but you're right…with everything else going on, it may be the lowest on his list to get to. I hate that you feel afraid of him….I just hate it." Nick told him sadly.

"Speaking of your family, was your mom angry that you didn't spend any time there this weekend?" Jeff asked.

"No, she knew I wouldn't be home much…and she was here for work anyway. She said she and Bailey will be back in a few weeks for a longer visit. I hope that by then you might feel comfortable enough to hang out with us?" Nick asked hopefully.

"We'll see, Nicky. I'd like to. I haven't met Bailey, remember? She's the only one left to meet…." He trailed off. "Do you think she'll like me?"

"Oh my God, Jeff, she's going to absolutely adore you. In fact, I'm not so sure I want you to meet her. She'll probably try to take you away from me!" Nick laughed. "And the scary thing is that I'm serious…totally and completely serious! She'll think you're the shit and then drag you out shopping and want to hang out all the time…I know it." Nick laughed, shaking his head.

"I just want them to like me…" Jeff mumbled softly, but Nick heard him. "I know you're really close with her…I just…I just hope we get along."

"They all like you, Jeff. I've told you, nobody holds anything against you…nothing that's happened is your fault in any way, so don't you freak out about it, ok?"

"If you say so…" he paused, smiling. "I kinda love you, you know it?" Jeff asked, his back still pressed to Nick's chest.

"Yeah?" Nick smiled.

"Yeah…like…more than a little bit." Jeff teased. "Kind of a lot, really….cause you know…you're super hot…" he giggled.

"Au contraire….I believe you're MY smokin' hot boyfriend, blondie." Nick laughed, rolling Jeff under him and pinning him down, his hands above his head. The atmosphere changed that quickly and both of them were suddenly very aware of their positions. "God you're so beautiful, Jeff."

"Nicky….." Jeff breathed out, his heart pounding.

"I don't wanna wake them up…but God, Jeff…I want you so damn bad right now…" Nick panted, surging in to nip and suck at Jeff's neck. Jeff's eyes fell closed and he rolled his head back as far as he could, giving Nick as much access to his neck as possible.

"Please….Nicky, please…." Jeff pleaded, arching his hips up, searching for any contact he could get with Nick's hips. "I promise I'll be quiet…just do something…please. It's been too long." Jeff urged, his hips still searching. Nick snickered at him, working his way around his neck and collarbone, then leaning up to kiss his lips and smile.

"You can't be quiet and you know it!" Nick teased him.

"I will…I…God…Nick….hips, please…" Jeff whined, reaching between them and cupping Nick's cock in his hand, grasping firmly and groaning in pleasure when it made Nick bite his bottom lip and hiss. "You know, you could always gag me if I'm that loud?" he whispered in Nick's ear.

"Fuck….Jeff…."

"I'm certain that's what I was asking, yes." Jeff grinned, nipping Nick's earlobe. "You're gonna make me beg? I thought you loved me, Nicky? C'mon…see what a good boy I am? I can whisper if I need to…I can be qui- OH FUCK ME! OH GOD!" Jeff yelled when Nick quickly sat back, ripped his boxers down and immediately engulfed his cock in warm, wet heat. "N-Nick…oh shit…I was wrong…so, so wrong, you're right, can't be….fuck…FUCK! Can't be quiet. More…" Jeff begged, hands fisted in Nick's hair. He could feel Nick's smile with every word he uttered, knew he was grinning at him because no…he couldn't be quiet. Not with Nick's mouth on him anywhere. Nick's mouth was divine and any sound Jeff made just drove him higher, made him want to please Jeff more.

Nick continued to bob his head in a slow rhythm, slipping one arm under Jeff's thigh until he had him nearly bent in half, never leaving his cock unattended for too long. He didn't want Jeff to finish this way, though. No…if they were going to mess around, he wanted it all.

"I wanna be inside you, Jeff….can I ….can I be inside you tonight?" Nick asked, all breathless and huffing out short breaths. The answer was a long, drawn out hiss of "Oh yesssss….." which made Nick smile and bite his lip as he watched Jeff stretch his arms over his head like a cat laying in a shaft of sunlight on a big stuffed cushion.

"Mmmmm…." He whined when Nick was apparently moving too slowly. "Lube?" he said to Nick who was staring…watching him reach and stretch. Knowing Nick, he'd have him bent up like a pretzel hitting his prostate dead center in a matter of minutes until he….well, he knew where this was going.

"Of course…" Nick said, finally climbing off the bed to grab some. "Don't move…" he said with a firm tone.

"Mmm…well, yes sir…" Jeff answered with a bit of a tone of his own. Nick stiffened abruptly, then turned to face Jeff again.

"W-what did you say?" he asked. Jeff just smiled like the cat who ate the canary.

"I said yes…yes, sir." He grinned, teasing. Nick's breath hitched…..twice. Brain sizzling a bit, he grabbed the lube from the drawer and turned back to the breathtaking figure on the bed watching him. Stalking back to capture his prey, he straddled Jeff's hips and made sure their lengths were aligned before he slicked his hand with lube and grasped the two of them together, stroking slowly.

"Say it again." He demanded.

"S-sir…." Jeff half choked out, so close now that he thought he'd die if Nick didn't just let him come soon.

"I'm going to work you open now, Mr. Sterling…is that alright?"

"Yes….p-please…." Jeff said, eyes falling shut.

"Yes what?" Nick said, stopping his hand completely.

"Oh godddd, please don't stop now!" Jeff whined. "Yes sir…please sir…"

"Fuck Jeffrey, you'll be the death of me, but I will die one satisfied and happy man…."

"My only wish is to satisfy you, sir." Jeff smiled, wanting to see Nick fall apart. "If you please, sir, would you add another finger in my aggghhhhh!" he cried out in pleasure as Nick rubbed over his prostate. "Fuck….yes, Nick, there…please…"

"Please what?" Nick asked again, pulling all of his fingers out and stopping any and all play.

"Oh sir, please….I'm begging you, don't stop!" Jeff cried as he arched his hips toward Nick's fingers. "Please, sir, I promise I'll be your good boy if you just….ohhhhhh…." Jeff said, hissing at the blunt intrusion as Nick moved the head of his cock to Jeff's hole.

"Relax, baby…." Nick soothed, slicking himself up to enter when it occurred to him that he hadn't grabbed a condom. "Be still, love, I need to grab a condom…" he said, moving to slip from the bed. Jeff grabbed his arm, holding him there and intently locking eyes.

"No…please…just…I'm…do we need that? Can we um…can we try it this way…. sir?" Jeff said, lashes fluttering and eyes peeking out from beneath them. Nick's mouth went dry.

"You're um…you're sure?" Nick asked.

"Absolutely…so sure. Just make love to me, Nicky…just us, you and me, skin on skin?"

"Yeah…alright. Ok…lemme…uh…." Nick stumbled over his words, slicking himself up and finally lining up to breach the tight muscle that would keep him at bay. Slowly he inched in, watching Jeff's face for any sign of pain or turmoil, but Jeff was so relaxed and slicked up that he barely flinched until Nick was seated fully inside him. "You ok, love?" Nick asked. Jeff gave a big grin before answering.

"Just a bit full of your rather impressive, thick cock….sir." And that was it. Nick broke…all control lost.

"Jeff….FUCK!" Nick said, pulling back just to plunge forward once again.

Jeff was a moaning mess, hands fisting the sheets below him, head thrown back, sweat trickling down his face and chest. Nick was a machine, no doubt about it, and Jeff was certain, at the right pace, he could and would go all night long….and Jeff was certainly game for that.

"You'll take it because I'm your master and I say so, isn't that right, Mr. Sterling?" Nick growled. Jeff was beyond words, unable to put anything coherent together as Nick pummeled his sweet spot every time he surged back in. Nick held his legs in the crook of his elbows, leaning in and watching Jeff gasp every time he thrust inside him. Jeff's hands were up against the headboard now, holding himself away from it. Nick was slamming into him so hard he was afraid he'd eventually work his way up that far and end up with a concussion.

"Anything….anything you give me, I'll take it. I'm yours, sir…all yours…just yours….." Jeff chanted as Nick took him higher. He felt like he'd hit a point with Nick tonight where they'd never been, tasted something new for the first time, and decided he'd like more. Yes, indeed, Nick like this was something he wasn't willing to give up anytime soon. Making love…slow and easy and soft…it had its place, but this was something of daydreams and lust and just so much…so much more than Jeff had expected that he wasn't able to put words to it.

Nick had leaned down and was kissing his face now, yet avoiding his lips and only teasing the corners of his mouth here and there. Instead he focused on his eyes, his chin, the soft spot below his earlobe that made Jeff growl and whine. Jeff's body responded with heat and shivers, his hand coming up to cup Nick's face now as he felt the stirrings that brought him ecstasy, as well as release, beginning. He didn't want it to end, but he wasn't sure how long he could hold it back. Nick was relentless when he put his mind to something, and this time, 'something' was apparently making Jeff a tightly coiled spring.

"So close, Pretty Boy….c'mon…come for me…let me hear you scream…I can tell you want to…it's right there, isn't it?…if I just touch you…." Nick taunted, and as his fist closed around Jeff, the blonde arched his back and let forth a strangled scream that shot volts of white hot electric through Nick, his own orgasm tearing through him seconds later as he watched Jeff's eyes nearly roll back in his head. His hands were fisted in the sheets again and he was gasping for air, little grunts escaping him as his heart threatened to explode from the dizzying pleasure Nick had just thrust upon him.

Nick all but collapsed on his chest, both of them breathing unevenly, shaking and spent. They lay there together trading small, chaste, loving kisses all over shoulders, faces and necks, coming down from their love making. Whispered words of love and adoration were traded, smiles shared and fingers intertwined as they shifted to get more comfortable.

"I…I can't move. I'm dead, aren't I?" Jeff asked minutes later, still panting, causing Nick to bark out a laugh from where he lay beside him, pulling his fingers through Jeff's hair.

"Could be, baby. There seems to be an angel in bed with me, so I suppose it's possible…." Nick said softly, leaning in to kiss Jeff's forehead. "God I love you…." He breathed out as he twined his fingers together with Jeff's again. "I don't ever want to be without you….not ever."

"I'm totally down with that plan." Jeff smiled, pulling Nick's arms around him closer and snuggling down.

"We should clean up some…I don't want you to wake in the night all um…messy and uncomfortable?" Nick suggested. Jeff snickered and bit his lip. "What's funny?" Nick asked.

"Nothin'…." Jeff mumbled so softly Nick barely heard it.

"What?" Nick laughed again "What's funny?"

"I don't know um…where it went, but I know it's not on me." Jeff snickered. "I don't think I've ever…" he paused, and Nick knew, without seeing him, that his face was as red as could be now. He was trying to hide his blush and it was adorable.

"Tell me, Jeffie…"

"I've never come that hard in my whole life…ever. It uh…it went somewhere and…." He started snickering again and couldn't stop, the bed shaking softly. "I think we'd know if it were on the sheets or pillows by now?"

"Oh my God!" Nick laughed, trying to be quiet, but failing miserably. They were both chuckling and feeling silly now. "Ok, tomorrow….we'll look in the morning." He laughed.

Jeff woke first, just lying there watching Nick sleep for a while. His face was so serene Jeff found it hard to look away. He was stunning really, classically beautiful, his straight nose quite prominent, his cheekbones high and sharp, and his eyes so soft and kind, so clearly able to see into his soul. He was so in love with this man and it still took his breath away. He smiled when he thought of Nick's words the night before: I don't ever want to be without you…not ever.

He closed his eyes and let himself daydream of their life together if he could allow himself that indulgence. Waking up with Nick every morning in the penthouse, going to work with Kurt, coming home to find Nick waiting for him and discussing their days and what they'd accomplished. It was within reach. It was do-able. It wasn't what he wanted. Well, everything with Nick…he wanted that. The job, though….well, it had served its purpose until now.

Sure, he loved working with Kurt…for now. But he missed teaching. He missed theater. He missed working with the kids at his school. And most of all, he missed dancing. That's what he wanted…he wanted his old career back, but here in the city with Nick. Would Nick agree to that? True, he wasn't making a ton of money at his old job, but it was enough to live on…enough to pay his bills. No…no, Nicky wouldn't care if he didn't make a dime, in fact, he would probably tell him to quit working with Kurt if he didn't enjoy it and just hang out with him at home full time. But that wasn't him. He needed to be doing something, moving, teaching, dancing…it was him, and he needed to find him again, even if he'd miss working with Kurt.

His mind went back to the events of Saturday night and he shivered. He was so proud of Kurt for standing up to Jackson. He could have easily cowered in the corner…nobody would have blamed him. For God's sake, the man had nearly killed him last time. But he didn't…he fought his way out of that mold, he grew stronger and he fought back. He wasn't letting Jackson define the terms of his freedom. And wasn't that what Jeff was doing? Was he allowing David Duval to define the terms of his freedom? It was something to think about.

He slipped out from under Nick and watched him snuggle into the pillow Jeff pushed into his vacated spot. Quietly opening the door, he slipped across the hall to the bathroom, showered and went through his morning routine before heading out to the kitchen. There, he found Trent and Thad at the table drinking coffee, Thad dressed to start his first day on the job in the big city.

"Gentlemen…" Jeff mumbled, walking over to the coffee maker and grabbing a mug from the cabinet.

"Morning…." They mumbled back in unison, exchanging knowing grins with each other behind Jeff's back. Then Nick staggered out of the room, heading into the bathroom as well. "Fun night?" Trent asked with a wide smile as Jeff sat down at the table.

"Oh my God, Trent, do NOT…" Jeff said, dropping his forehead to the tabletop with an audible thump.

"Oh come on, but it's so fun, Jeffrey! I haven't been able to harass you in way too long and you know it!" Trent teased him, his sassy self in full effect. "Hmmmm, not since…what was that guy's name that cried every time he-"

"Enough…ew…stop. No…just…don't. That was ONE time, Trent. ONE time, and we never went out after that!" Jeff barked from his spot, staring at the wood finish up close and personal.

"Morning…" Nick said as he exited the bathroom and headed for the coffee.

"Morning, sir." Trent snickered. Jeff banged his head on the table a few times for good measure, groaning. "Sounds much like last evening…must have been a fun time!" Trent teased them once more.

"Fun…well, that's one word. Kind of like comparing blowing out birthday candles to a tornado, though." Nick said without turning around. "Jeff does nothing by half measure, so it was a bit more than fun, I'd say." Nick smiled as he sauntered over behind Jeff and ruffled his hair, the blonde's head still on the table in mortification.

"Oh my God, please…." Jeff whined, hoping they'd stop so his face could go back to a normal shade at some point.

"Hmmm, now where have I heard that phrase before recently?" Thad said, his finger to his chin as if he were thinking really hard about it. "Oh my God, please…." He repeated. "OH! I remember…it was last night sometime, right before 'yes sir, please sir' and 'don't stop now!' wasn't it?" he asked Trent. Jeff banged his head on the table a few more times, knowing he would never live this down while Trent giggled like a little girl and Thad snickered.

Nick let out a long sigh, still grinning and amused by Jeff's embarrassment.

"Well, Pretty Boy, we have some cleaning up to do this morning. In the bright light of day, I was able to find what you lost last night." He said, sauntering back to the bedroom. He stopped at the door, turned, and said "seems the ceiling fan paid for your over enthusiastic response to being my absolute pleasure for the night." And then he winked in their direction before going back into the room.

Snickering and biting his bottom lip, Jeff finally raised his head, still red faced and now smirking.

"Ce-ceiling fan?!" Trent stuttered out. "It hit the…?"

"What can I say, boys?" Jeff said, rising from his chair and heading back to the bedroom. "He's That. Fucking. Good." He stage whispered, then closed the door behind him, feeling quite smug after seeing their wide eyes.

"Do we have any reason at all to get out of bed today?" Kurt asked as they lay there in each other's arms, Blaine running his fingers softly over Kurt's back.

"None at all, except to eat, if we get hungry?" Blaine smiled. "And after that email from the dean this morning, bright and early…" he groaned, "I'll assume it's safe to shower now?" he said, grinning.

"I'm content right now…maybe later." Kurt said, turning to look up in to Blaine's face. "We do, um…we need to talk about some things, though, right? I mean…you were coming over Saturday to talk…about stuff…and then all that…that happened."

"We can talk all you want…about whatever you want." Blaine said, now sitting up some and leaning against the cool headboard of the bed. He reached behind him and adjusted the pillows so he'd be more comfortable. "It just seems so surreal, though. Like…after Saturday, nothing else seems to even matter."

"What do you mean?" Kurt asked.

"Well, when something of that magnitude happens, I guess, it sort of makes everything else pale in comparison. Everything from the previous weekend seems so insignificant now. I mean, don't get me wrong, there's still stuff we should get on the same page with…but it's like…I dunno…God, Kurt, I could have lost you. A misunderstanding like that night in the bar is nothing in comparison I guess…it just makes me realize how important you are to me, and how something that stupid doesn't even deserve time in our lives, ya know?" Blaine said, his eyes very serious and honest now.

Kurt thought a bit about that. He knew where Blaine was coming from, and he agreed, but he still thought there was plenty to talk about…to straighten out…to be sure that there were no lingering hard feelings. He needed that reassurance, if only for himself.

"Lemme up a minute, though." Blaine said, as Kurt raised himself, his head having been on Blaine's thighs. "Nature calls." He smirked, flinging the covers off.

Kurt laid there in the bed thinking, listening to the sounds of the birds outside, the kids who were enjoying their off day playing in what Kurt could see, in the daylight, was a courtyard of some sort outside of Blaine's third story window. Smiling, he let his eyes drift closed…until the door banged open from the hallway.

"Blaine, dude, I'm glad you're back, can you help me with—oh…I'm…sorry. And you are?" said the agitated man standing in Blaine's doorway staring at Kurt's very barely covered back side.

Kurt scrambled to sit up and bring the sheet over him.

"Clearly uncomfortable at the fact that you don't know how to fucking knock….and YOU are?" Kurt sniped at him.

"So, baby, I thought we maybe go into town and—" Blaine said, strolling buck naked into the room again. "Jesus fuck, Eli, what the hell?!" he yelled. "Close the damn door, man…or…get out or…what the hell?" he stumbled over his words, grabbing for a pair of sweat pants he'd thrown over a chair earlier in the week.

"Yes, well, no surprises with you, Blaine…not with those tight pants you wear, anyway." Eli smirked. "Very nice…."

"What are you DOING?" Blaine asked him. "And why are you standing in my room?!"

"You didn't answer…." He began, never tearing his eyes away from Blaine's lower half, the poor man trying desperately to get his pants on.

"You didn't knock!" Kurt said, snippy.

"Sure I did." Eli smiled at Blaine, avoiding looking at Kurt, as if he didn't matter anyway. "So, I know we're supposed to have the day off, but I thought we could keep working on the—" he began before Blaine cut him off.

"NO….nope. I have company, today…this week, actually, and it was a really….REALLY shitty weekend and I just want the day to relax with Kurt a little bit. It can wait until tomorrow, Eli." Blaine said tersely.

"And I assume that means you're Kurt?" he said, barely glancing at the man in question.

"Clearly…" Kurt said, not liking this guy at all, especially with the way he was eyeing Blaine.

"So you're going into town today? Mind if I hitch a ride? I've nothing better to do now that you're busy." Eli asked with such a hopeful grin that Kurt wanted to throw the lamp at him. Oh helllll no! he thought. He threw a look Kurt's way that probably should have been a smile, but it was clearly predatory. Kurt was having flashbacks of meeting Sebastian in the hallway. Nope. Not gonna happen. Not again. Blaine was his, and his alone…every bit of him…every inch, every smile, every hair on his head…every smooth expanse of skin, every groan, every….mmmm…yeah….Blaine groaning. Time to nip this in the bud.

Kurt swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood in all his naked glory, half hard now, and sauntered across the room in full view of Eli and a wide eyed Blaine whose mouth watered at the very sight of Kurt and his beautiful sashaying hips. It had been too long since Blaine had been with Kurt for the sight of him naked not to turn him into a puddle of mush inside and his jaw went slack.

"Well, Eli, it's been fun, but I hear a shower calling my name. Blaine, when you're done with your little friend, here, would you wash my back for me….and maybe some other things?" he said, every ounce of seduction he could muster poured into his words as he walked into the bathroom and closed the door.

Blaine stood stock still for a moment until he felt his cock twitch in his pants from the thoughts running through his mind. Then the shower kicked on…..

"OUT! Get out, go do something, but not here. I'll talk to you later, but now you have to go…so…out. Ok, thanks for stopping by…see you soon!" he said, shoving Eli out the door unceremoniously. He couldn't get those sweat pants off fast enough, nearly stumbling and crashing to the floor in his haste to fling them across the room and get to the shower.

Cris had planned to leave first thing Monday morning, but after the events of the weekend, she realized she hadn't accomplished some of the things she'd set out to do and decided to extend her stay. Unfortunately, Cooper had to work and Blaine had gone back to school, so she was on her own. It was lunchtime when her cell chirped with a text message from an unknown number.

11:47a from unknown: Good morning, Ms. Cris…it's Maggie! Have you had lunch yet?

11:48a from Cris Anderson: Oh Maggie! How lovely to hear from you. As a matter of fact I have not. Are you free?

11:50a from unknown: I am! I was hoping you might join me for lunch and maybe some touristy things?

11:51a from Cris Anderson: I'd absolutely love to!

11:51a from unknown: I'll come get you in about 20 minutes if that's ok? I took a half day at work and I'm heading home to change shoes?

11:52a from Cris Anderson: I'll be looking for you! Thank you dear!

Cris put Maggie's name with her number and saved it in her phone. She quickly put away the sandwich ingredients she'd planned on using and went in search of her own shoes. She fixed her hair and tidied up before heading downstairs to wait for Maggie. Right on time, a cab pulled up in front of Coop's building with a smiling Maggie inside. She jumped out and gave Cris a hug, the older woman holding her tightly for a moment before letting her go. Maggie just laughed.

"That was some hug!" she grinned.

"Well, I'm a firm believer that you can tell a lot about a person from the way they hug you…or someone else, whichever." Cris said, smiling. "Your hugs are firm and strong, and you mean them…you don't just do that fake 'pat on the back because I saw you at the mall in front of friends' thing that some girls tend to do. That makes me a little nutty…" Cris laughed and Maggie joined her, her eyes dropping to her lap with her grin still in place.

"Thank you…for that." She said to Cris, then leaned forward and gave the cab driver the name of the restaurant she wanted to take Cooper's mother to.

"Oh, don't thank me…it's your hug!" Cris laughed. "Why so bashful now?"

"Oh…I'm not, no, not bashful, just thinking, I guess. I just…it's nothing, really." She said, bashful, although she'd just denied it.

"Oh come now, you can surely share it with me?" Cris urged her.

"It's just that…well, you know I was married before, right? I'm sure Coop told you, and with the kids and all…" Maggie began.

"He did tell me. He says it was an amicable break and that he moved back to California with his family?"

"Yes…he uh…we just weren't right for each other…we wanted different things out of life, I guess. He was a West Coast kinda guy. The big city did nothing for him, and I think being a dad did even less for him. Don't get me wrong, he was a good guy…always respectful, responsible, always paid the bills on time, but when we moved here for his job…well, he wasn't happy with it right off. I should have seen that it wasn't the place for him. Anyway…that's neither here nor there…" she said, waving it away. "What I was getting at is that there's a very good reason that I did not want to move back to L.A. with him, and that's because his family is there….and his mother." She said, her tone a bit defensive now.

"Oh…and you didn't get on with her well?" Cris asked.

"She was the evil spawn of Satan himself come back from hell to carry us all away to Armageddon, make no mistake about it." Maggie bit out bitterly. Cris barked out a laugh and then threw her hand over her mouth, still laughing, but trying to hold it in.

"Oh….well…ok, then." She said, still giggling.

"Please understand, Cris, that I have always been taught to respect my elders, but I have learned that respect is earned…it's a privilege, not a right, and I have no respect at all for that woman…none whatsoever. She was never, not even for one day, never, ever kind to me in any way. She did not contest our marriage, mine and Greg's, but she made no bones about the fact that she didn't like me and she'd spend every day she was given making me miserable. I think that's why Greg agreed to the move when his company asked. It just didn't work out, though…and the thought of my kids being back with that wretched woman…well, it wasn't happening. They were both born here when we were living here…she's never met them, never asked for a picture of them, never called or sent a card on a birthday or Christmas, and believe me, I'm JUST fine with that. Greg sends his child support on time each and every month and it goes right in to their college fund, don't worry, but…." She paused.

"Yes, dear?" Cris asked.

"I just wanted to say thank you…for dinner this weekend…for allowing the kids to come and for treating them…and me…with such kindness. You certainly didn't have to, and they already adore you, but…I wanted you to know how very much that meant to me…that's all." Maggie smiled, still a big bashful at having said so much.

"Oh…oh, honey…here…" Cris said, leaning over to hug her tightly once more. "It wasn't up to me if the kids came or not…Cooper, he told me they were coming, and I was truly ok with that…grateful, actually. He wanted them there. He adores them, you must know that…" she said. "But I would have never told him not to bring them. As mothers, Maggie…our children are our lives, our everything. If someone cannot accept them as the most important thing in your life, then they are not worth your time and effort." Cris said with a gentle smile.

"I think that's what made me fall in love with Cooper so quickly. Don't get me wrong, he's amazing in his own right…he's just…wow." Maggie blushed. Cris just grinned at her. "I know….about his past. I know he's had a steady stream of women in his life, and I know people probably think I'm nuts for allowing myself to fall for him, but Cris, he seems so unbelievably sincere when he looks into my eyes and says he loves me, and God….I just love him back so much." Maggie said, getting choked up on her words. Cris rubbed her arm in comfort, her head cocked to the side grinning at the girl. Maggie cleared her throat and began again.

"Anyway, I just wanted to say, even though I'm certain I'm just a number in a long line of women Cooper has brought to meet you, I hope….God, I pray every day, that I'm the very last one he's ever going to introduce you to as his 'girlfriend'. I'm prepared to love him with everything that I have in me if he'll accept it…and so far he has." She smiled, but then looked up and saw the surprise in Cris' eyes. "Oh, Lord….I get a little…my mouth sort of…sometimes…." She fumbled.

"Just like Cooper, that silly fool!" Cris huffed, shaking her head.

"To pick a hopeless romantic like me?" Maggie asked.

"No! Oh honey, no…he needs someone just like you, believe me. It's just like that damn fool boy not to even let you know you're not the last in a string of women he's brought to meet me!" she said vehemently. Maggie startled, misunderstanding Cris' words and assuming the worst. Was Cris implying that Coop would continue to have girlfriends?

"I…I don't…um….?" Maggie stuttered.

"Maggie…honey, you're the ONLY one he's ever brought to meet me. The one and only." She smiled. "And I'm fairly certain, dear girl, that there's a very good reason for it… you'll be the last 'girlfriend', honey, and I'm more than ok with that.

A/N A big thanks, as always, to Christine who listens to me rant and sets me straight. I've started a new story and I've written chapter two abut 27 times and every time she says "It's fine, leave it be..." and I don't listen, and then I'm back to square one, where I should have listened! Sigh... Anyway, I'll finish this before I post the other, probably...and God only knows when that'll be! :D

Sooooo, you psychos all thought I was going to make one, or both, of them wreck on the way to Westindale! What is WRONG with you people! Did you read about the horrid weekend that they had? What kind of monster do you think I am? LOL (*insert sarcasm font here*) I'm kidding, you're not psychos...as far as I know, anyway. *wink*

You all have a great weekend, and I hope you enjoyed a bit of Niff smexy times! Thank you, as always, for your kind words and your reviews!