Notes: So this is it, we've reached the final chapter of this story (well not really if you count the epilogue), and as it should be, it's filled with sweetness, fluff and smut. Enjoy!
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Chapter 30 - The End
The days before flying back home to Ohio for Christmas, Kurt and Blaine spent either alone or together with their friends. Spending time alone with Blaine was always a treat, that's when Blaine was his most relaxed and carefree. It didn't matter what they did or where they were, Blaine would forever be his favorite pastime.
Spending time with their friends was different, but just as good. Kurt got to see another side of Blaine then, one he enjoyed to watch. Blaine would be silly, he would goof around and make jokes with his friends, but he never wandered too far away from Kurt. He was always close enough for fingers to touch or for lips to meet. And Kurt loved it. He loved the attention and that Blaine wasn't shy to show his affection with their friends around. Kurt stayed close to Blaine, too, because he simply didn't want to miss out on time he could spend with Blaine. He had missed enough.
Their friends teased them, told them they were insufferable and if they were only going to show up to have interest in each other, they might as well stay at home. But Kurt knew better. He knew they loved that the Blaine they knew was back, that he was happy and that he had found someone he loved.
When they were alone they talked a lot. Mostly they made plans for the Christmas holidays, what they would do and who they would see, but they also slipped into more serious conversations. Kurt knew there were things he didn't know about Blaine and what he'd been through, but when he tried to ask, Blaine didn't want to talk to him about it. He said he did that enough with his therapist. He said he wanted to be happy now, that this time belonged to him and Kurt and not to those men. Kurt accepted that. Maybe he would never know, but maybe that was just as good.
They spent a lot of time outdoors, Blaine wanting to soak up as much sun as possible before returning to Ohio. They took walks through the city and along the coast, just enjoying being together. Blaine was a different guy than six months ago when he couldn't even look at Kurt for the fear of someone finding out his true feelings. Now he held Kurt's hand as they strolled along the beach and stopped to kiss him whenever he felt like it. Kurt felt loved and so, so very lucky and did what he could to make Blaine feel the same.
The nights were spent in Kurt's bed just holding each other. The urgent need for a sexual connection wasn't there after their first night together. Being in each other's arms, feeling each other's presence was enough. Kurt still wanted Blaine in that way, there was no question about that, but he also sensed that Blaine needed to take a step back and take time to let what happened between them sink in, even if Blaine didn't say so.
The three days they had together in the city went by fast and soon it was time for them to fly back to Ohio, to Burt and Carole and three weeks of Christmas holiday together. When the airplane broke through the clouds above John Glenn International airport in Columbus and Kurt saw the snow-covered ground, he felt an inner calm. This was where he belonged, in the northern part of the country. He didn't necessarily see himself living in Lima for the rest of his life, but somewhere up here where the sun wasn't blasting all year around.
Burt picked them up from the airport. He opened up his arms and welcomed them both with a big hug. He already knew about their relationship. True to his habits of calling Kurt every Saturday morning, he had called Kurt the morning after David's party and it hadn't taken him more than five minutes to figure out that something had happened. In all honesty, Burt had sort of figured it out before Blaine left for Florida. Figured out that there was something more than David's party that pulled Blaine south. He was happy for them, and it warmed his heart to see them both beam. The concerns he had about things progressing too fast, those concerns Burt kept to himself.
Carole waited for them at home with homemade pizza and warm hugs, happy to have them both home, and happy to see them finding a way back to each other. They ate while drinking red wine, ignoring Christmas for one night and perhaps starting a new Christmas Eve tradition.
After dinner they moved into the living room. Blaine disappeared for a minute and came back with a small box. The box contained his selected Christmas ornament for the tree. It was a hand painted silver ball with a beach and a sunset motive. Written across the ball were the words Beach of Palmetto. Blaine explained to Burt and Carole that he grew up in Palmetto and that he had many fond memories from that town.
It only took Kurt one look at Blaine to know that wasn't the whole truth. The motive on the ball was the beach Blaine had taken him to their first night together. It was a symbol of the start of their journey, a journey that had tested them both but had inevitably led them there. Later, in bed when they were alone, Kurt showed Blaine just how much he appreciated Blaine's choice by kissing him senseless.
Carole told them that even though they each had a room in the house, she and Burt had no opinion on their sleeping arrangement. Burt grunted disapprovingly but when Carole gave him a pointed look, he kept his thoughts on the matter to himself.
"I've slept in your bed, I think it's only fair you sleep in mine now," Blaine whispered softly into Kurt's ear.
So Kurt did. He moved into Blaine's room and slept there for the rest of his days at home. Listening to Blaine's little snores and holding him in his arms was like stealing a piece of heaven.
"I think your Christmas ornament was very sweet," Kurt said that first night with his arm wrapped around Blaine.
"You know that's our beach, right?"
"I figured," Kurt smiled into Blaine's hair. "I have some very fond memories from that place."
"Mmm," Blaine agreed. "That night didn't turn out like I had thought."
"What? You didn't intend to blow me against your bike?" Kurt teased and placed a kiss on Blaine's neck.
Blaine chuckled quietly, making his body move in Kurt's arms. "That was exactly what I intended to do, blue-eyes. It was the rest I hadn't planned."
"But it turned out pretty okay anyway," Kurt said, snuggling closer.
"It did." There was warmth in Blaine's voice and Kurt could picture him smiling. "That night changed my life."
"I only have one regret from that night," Kurt said.
"Really?" Blaine shifted in Kurt's arms and turned to look at him. "What is that?" Blaine was curious and perhaps a little surprised.
Kurt smiled mischievously at Blaine. "That I didn't get to blow you. I would like to do that some time."
Blaine lightly traced his fingertips down Kurt's arm. "You can."
Kurt sat up and leaned on his elbow. "Really?" Excitement started to bubble inside him and he unconsciously licked his lips. This was something Kurt had wanted, well, ever since that night.
"Not right now," Blaine hurried to say, "but I would like that, some day." Maybe Blaine saw the disappointment in Kurt's eyes even though Kurt did his best to hide how excited he'd gotten when he thought Blaine might have meant tonight, maybe Blaine had meant to add what he said anyway. "I just think I need a little more time to process everything. These last few days have been a bit overwhelming."
"Of course," Kurt said and laid down again, kissing Blaine lightly on his lips. "I understand."
It had been intense days for Blaine, going from nothing to everything. From being out to a few trusted people to being gay in front of his friends, kissing Kurt openly at a party and walking hand in hand with him through the city. Then there was that night in Kurt's bed where Blaine had trusted Kurt to touch him even though it was scary for Blaine to give away that trust. Adding being back in the city where he'd been used and abused and it was no wonder Blaine was overwhelmed.
"I have something for you though," Blaine said and got out of the bed. He wandered over to his desk, opened the top drawer and pulled something out. When he turned back around Kurt saw that he was holding a box neatly wrapped in Christmas wrapping paper with a red ribbon tied around it.
Kurt sat up and turned on the bedside lamp. He leaned his back against the wall and pulled the cover around himself, wondering what Blaine was up to.
"It's after midnight, so..." Blaine sat down on the edge of the bed. "Merry Christmas."
"Blaine," Kurt said softly as he accepted the gift from Blaine. "What is this?"
"It's nothing much because I'm saving my money to move out of here, but I wanted to give you something."
"You're leaving?" Kurt stiffened as worry moved into his chest. He remembered Blaine's painful wish to flee, to escape his life and leave everything, including Kurt, behind. Weren't they past that?
"Only this house," Blaine said and laced his fingers with Kurt's. "I'm saving so that I can move into my own apartment here in Lima. Burt and Carole have been so kind to me, but I don't want to become a burden."
Kurt exhaled again when he realized Blaine wasn't running anywhere. "I think they really like having you here, Blaine. They thought the house became too quiet when I moved out. I don't think you need to leave on their behalf."
"Maybe it's me needing my own space. Needing to feel like I can manage on my own. I love living here, Burt and Carole are great, but I'm soon 22 and I want my own place. I still plan to work for Burt though, but I also plan to finish high school and figure out what I want to do with my life."
"You're going back to high school?" Kurt asked. This was news to him, too. He couldn't quite picture Blaine in class with a bunch of teenagers.
"Yes, to McKinely. I heard that's where you used to go, too."
"You're going to McKinely?" For some reason that made Kurt feel like laughing. It made sense, of course, as it was the high school closest to their house, but it was still a bit unreal.
"I start in January. Apparently Burt is well acquainted with the principal since your time there, so he pulled some strings to make it happen. I only have about a year left, and maybe if I work really hard, I can do it in half the time and graduate this spring. That's my plan anyway," Blaine said. He sounded excited about it, like it was something he'd wanted to do but never thought he'd have the opportunity to.
"Wow, this is really exciting news, Blaine!" Kurt leaned forward and gave Blaine a hug. "I'm so proud of you for doing this, for taking control of your future."
"Thank you," Blaine said. "I'm trying to at least."
"You're not only trying, you're doing it. That's impressive. I hope you still have time to see me. One year of high school in half the time, that's quite a feat. And then you plan to work as well."
"I will always have time for you. You are my favorite thing to spend time on. But with you in Florida and me here, I believe I will still have plenty of time to study."
Kurt didn't want to think about the time when he'd had to leave and go back to Florida. So he did the easy thing and pushed it out of his mind.
"You're my favorite person to spend time with, too," Kurt answered truthfully. Blaine leaned in and kissed him then, sticking his tongue deep into Kurt's mouth and the intensity caught Kurt by surprise. "Especially when you do that," Kurt said a little out of breath when Blaine sat back. His cheeks were hot and when he met Blaine's eyes, he might have blushed even more.
Blaine's eyes were dark, the way they only turned when he wanted Kurt. Tonight Kurt knew that want wasn't lust or heated desire though, tonight it was about the connection between their hearts and souls, the fact that they were finally in sync.
"So," Kurt said and fanned himself. It caused Blaine to giggle and look away for a moment. "What are your plans for after you've finished high school?"
"I think I want to go to College, but I haven't figured out what I want to study yet," Blaine admitted. "If Burt still needs me in the garage, maybe I'll take a gap year while I figure it out. But open your gift now!"
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Kurt exclaimed and looked down. The gift lay forgotten in his lap. Talking about Blaine's plans and hearing the excitement in his voice had made Kurt forget. Now Kurt opened the gift with eager hands.
Inside the beautiful wrapping was a book. On the cover was a picture of a place familiar to Kurt. It was the Lima town square, which made him a little confused, but when he opened the book he realized that it was a photo book with pictures from places around Lima. It was all pictures of places Kurt knew, but each picture was taken from an angel, or focused on details Kurt hadn't seen before. It made every picture unique and as Kurt flipped through the book he felt as if he was discovering Lima anew.
"It's nothing special," Blaine apologized. "I know you grew up here and have seen these places millions of times before and you're probably wondering why I'm…"
"This is amazing, Blaine," Kurt said without really listening to what Blaine was saying. He flipped to another page. "Have you taken all of these photos?"
"Yes. With my phone so they're not the best quality, but..."
"They are beautiful!" Kurt looked up from the page and saw the shy smile on Blaine's lips. "And so special. Thank you."
"I just wanted to show you Lima the way I see it. I've become quite fond of this little town and even if it's cold as hell, I like living here. It's like I can breathe for the first time in a very long time." Blaine looked peaceful where he sat on the bed, the tense crinkles by his eyes that had been there the past few days in Florida were gone. "Anyway, like I said it's nothing much but I wanted to give you something."
"I love it," Kurt said. "And I love you."
"I love you, too." The smile on Blaine's lips grew wider and he was grinning by the time he leaned in to kiss Kurt.
The book fell to the floor as Kurt slid one hand up Blaine's cheek as he kissed him back. Kissing Blaine had always sent thrills through Kurt's body and this time was no different. It felt like fireworks and hot chocolate and strawberries all at the same time.
"I have something for you, too," Kurt said a little bit later when the kiss had faded and the need to express their feelings had slowed. "But you'll get it later because it's downstairs and right now I just want you to come back to bed so that I can hold you again."
Blaine didn't need to be told twice, he willingly crawled under the cover to Kurt. Blaine's skin was cold and Kurt wrapped his arms and legs around him and held him until they had the same body temperature.
Kurt's gift felt shallow compared to Blaine's thoughtful one. It was just more colorful clothing items he felt Blaine needed, and it didn't feel right to give that gift now after receiving Blaine's.
"When you're figuring out what it is you want to do after high school," Kurt started. Blaine shifted in his arms and turned so that they were looking into each other's eyes. "You should add photographer to your list of possible options."
"No, I'm not nearly good enough for that," Blaine answered with fondness as if Kurt was being sweet but silly. He placed a light peck on Kurt's lips and then wrapped one leg around Kurt's.
"You are," Kurt insisted. "Those photos are amazing and unique. You've got an eye for this and it's obvious that you like to photograph."
"I believe you are biased about my talent, blue-eyes."
"And I believe you are scared of trusting that you have a talent for something."
Blaine laughed a little at that. "Maybe you're right. But right now I'd rather kiss you than talk about my future."
"You can kiss me on one condition," Kurt teased, because he would never say no to kissing Blaine. "That you will at least consider it as an option."
"Fine," Blaine agreed. Mainly just to quiet him, Kurt suspected.
The kiss, or the kisses, that followed were tender and full of love. Some were heated and lust filled but it didn't move past kissing. Blaine's fingers trailed Kurt's skin, touching him delicately and setting his skin on fire. Kurt loved Blaine so much. He'd never felt love like that before, never knew he could love like that, and every day with Blaine he loved him more and more.
Kurt was happy, his heart full, and his mind peaceful when he fell asleep that night.
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Christmas Day was a day of joy. Burt and Carole greeted Kurt and Blaine in the kitchen on Christmas morning, each wearing a silly Christmas jumper and a wide smile. They urged Kurt and Blaine to put on the jumpers they had bought for them and made them promise to wear them all day. Kurt grunted something about liking the nice clothes he was already wearing, clothes he had selected and bought specifically for Christmas Day. But when Blaine smiled, put on his jumper and told Kurt not to be a party pooper, Kurt decided to just go with it and have fun.
That day they made everything together, the four of them: cooking dinner, eating, taking a walk on the snowy streets of Lima when the sun was setting, opening gifts and singing carols. Blaine was happy and chatty throughout the day, making jokes and pulling Kurt in close in his arms under the mistletoe. It was such a stark contrast from the Blaine Kurt met in the house during Thanksgiving weekend and Kurt's heart was so full it was overflowing.
Kurt didn't mind kissing Blaine under the mistletoe with his dad and Carole in the same room. Nor did he mind walking hand in hand with him through his hometown, pulling him in for more kisses when his feelings for Blaine came over him. Being with Blaine felt new and like he'd known Blaine forever at the same time. It was exciting and comfortable, a swooping feeling in his belly and a steady, sure beating of his heart. Kurt was madly in love and did everything to make sure Blaine knew it.
A smile spread across Blaine's face when he opened Kurt's gift. He joked about Kurt wanting to change him but then reassured Kurt that he loved the clothes and admitted that he was tired of wearing all black. It didn't feel like him any longer and he was looking forward to a change.
Burt and Carole gave Blaine a camera that momentarily rendered him speechless before he protested and said he couldn't accept such an expensive gift. Carole insisted that of course he could. She had seen the photobook Blaine had made to Kurt and she saw the talent and the interest that he carried. Burt said that such talent should have room to grow and Blaine running around with his phone was no good for that.
Kurt suspected that his dad and Carole were that generous because Blaine had grown on them these past months, so much that they almost considered him as a son.
The gift left Blaine emotional and unable to express how he felt, but he got up and hugged both Burt and Carole for a very long time. Kurt got emotional, too, watching them together and seeing the bond that they had formed. He almost felt a little jealous, but he knew better than that.
Blaine spent the rest of the night reading the manual and taking photos. For some reason they all awed Kurt. It was just something in them - if it was the light falling just right, or the angle, or something else Kurt couldn't tell - but they all made Kurt see that this was what Blaine should spend his future doing.
Later, when Burt and Carole had gone to bed and Kurt and Blaine were lingering on the couch, watching another Christmas movie, Kurt looked at Blaine and said with awe, "You're amazing, do you know that?"
Blaine smiled warmly. "You're pretty amazing yourself."
Still, Kurt didn't think Blaine understood how impressed he was with him and how proud he was of him. Or how Kurt loved him with all that he was.
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In the days that followed, they met up with Kurt's friends, went out for coffee with Tina and Mercedes, and went ice skating on the river. Wherever they went, whatever they did, Blaine's hand was never far away from Kurt's - to hold a door or pull out a chair or actually lace his fingers with Kurt's. Kurt had never felt so cared for, so appreciated. Blaine, who had once said he wasn't boyfriend material, was everything Kurt had ever wanted in a boyfriend. And then some.
Blaine introduced Kurt to Alex, the guy working for his dad that Kurt once believed Blaine was interested in. Alex was kind and friendly, and happy for Blaine. He was the only one Blaine had told about his plan to ask Kurt to be his boyfriend, and now he hugged Kurt like he was a long-lost friend. Kurt immediately liked him and didn't see him as competition any longer. He was glad Blaine had a friend like Alex in Lima.
One day, Burt pulled Kurt aside and admitted that he had been wrong. He could see that it wasn't only Kurt that was good for Blaine, but that Blaine was good for Kurt, too.
"My heart becomes happy when I see the two of you together. It's like reliving the days when I met your mother."
"He makes me really happy, Dad," Kurt said and hugged his dad tight, wishing he could have been there to see them when they met and fell in love. "How did you know mom was the one?"
"You just know," Burt smiled, knowing what it was Kurt was really asking. "You feel it in your heart. But keep that feeling to yourself for a little while. You don't want to overwhelm him. There's still much that's new to him that he needs to get used to."
Kurt nodded slowly. Did he already know?
New Year's Eve was celebrated at Rachel's house. Her dads had gone on a cruise and they had the house to themselves. Both Kurt and Blaine got a little tipsy, and the kiss they shared at midnight reminded Kurt of that first kiss they'd shared, too much tongue and a bit sloppy. It made Kurt feel sentimental though, thinking how far they'd come since then, and he might have shed a tear.
As much as Kurt loved spending time with his friends and with his dad and Carole, and as much as Blaine laughed and engaged in conversation, Kurt could tell it sometimes overwhelmed Blaine and that Blaine was his most comfortable when it was just the two of them. So Kurt made sure they had days to themselves, too, before it was time for him to return to Florida.
On a gray afternoon with snowflakes slowly falling down, Kurt packed a small basket, a few blankets and a lighter and brought Blaine outside to the backyard. Burt had built a round fire pit with old bricks there. Surrounding it were two wooden benches and a worn rattan lounge chair that had seen better days.
Kurt brushed off the snow from one of the benches and spread out a blanket. When he was sure Blaine was well tucked in under another blanket, he fetched some logs from the shed and started a fire. The falling snow made it harder than normal, but eventually the fire burnt with a warm, golden flame.
Blaine made room for Kurt under the blanket and snuggled in close to his side when Kurt sat down. Kurt brought out two mugs and a thermos from the basket, filled the mugs with hot chocolate, and topped them off with a few mini marshmallows.
"Is this a thing we do? Treat each other to picnics with hot chocolate?" Blaine smiled when he accepted the mug.
"There's nothing better on a cold day, so I'd say yes, this is our thing." Kurt drank some of the chocolate and felt the warm liquid slowly warm him from within. He liked having a thing with Blaine, something they could return to, knowing they both enjoyed it.
The backyard was a winter wonderland, the terrace and the lawn surrounding them were covered with snow, as were all the branches on the trees in the garden. Blaine's cheeks were tinged red from the frosty air. He was wrapped up in a thick winter coat, a knitted hat and scarf, and warm mittens, but still it looked like he was freezing. As much as Blaine loved the snow, he hated the cold, especially when temperatures got below twenty, like today.
Kurt on the other hand was in his right element and he hoped the hot chocolate helped keep Blaine warm and content. He scooted a little closer to Blaine on the bench and put his arm around Blaine's shoulders. Blaine leaned into him, thankful for the extra warmth.
"These past weeks with you," Kurt said, when Blaine's head was resting on his shoulder, "have been the best weeks of my life, and I want you to know how happy you make and how happy I am that you decided to give us a chance."
"I didn't really have a choice. Being with you is the only thing that makes sense."
"I hope you're not feeling like we're moving too fast. You know, spending every minute together, sleeping in the same bed, it's perhaps not the usual way of doing it." Kurt had this worry that things were too good, that Blaine was perhaps not letting himself stop to think and feel because he wanted it to work between them so much.
"But it's our way of doing it, and I wouldn't want it any other way. I know why you ask, but you don't have to worry, Kurt. I've never felt better than I do now."
"You haven't seen your therapist the entire time I've been back," Kurt noted. "Is that a good thing?"
"I haven't had a bad day since I flew down to Florida to be with you," Blaine said and kissed Kurt's cheek. The kiss left a warm mark on Kurt's cold cheek and the warmth spread all the way to his heart. "I think both she and I needed a break from each other, it was an intense month. But I will see her again."
"After I leave?"
Blaine didn't answer. Instead he took a sip of his hot chocolate and stared into the fire.
"What's wrong?" Kurt asked even though he had a pretty good idea.
"I don't want to think about you leaving."
"Me neither," Kurt sighed and pulled Blaine closer to his side.
"The house will feel empty without you in it. My bed too…"
"I know, it will be strange not sleeping next to you… but you'll be okay. Right?"
"Yes. I will miss you like crazy, but I'll be okay. And so will we, right?"
"Of course we will be. We might struggle at times because of the distance, but I'm never going to stop loving you." Kurt remembered his dad's advice about not telling Blaine he knew Blaine was the one, so he ended there even if he wanted to say so much more. That time would come.
"I love you, too," Blaine said and relaxed into Kurt's side. "And I want you to know that I'm thankful for everything you've done for me-"
"Blaine," Kurt said tenderly, "you've done so much for me, too."
"No, not in the same way. I don't know where I would be if it wasn't for you. Your support and patience and love is what got me out of a nightmare and what got me through the months that followed. You saved me. You weren't afraid to confront me and demand things from me. You became my anchor long before you became my boyfriend, and without you I don't know where I would be today. You never gave up on me even when I was at my lowest. You gave me hope and a reason to fight for myself. I know I can stand on my own two feet now, but I don't want to. I want to share this journey with you, so please, never let me go."
"I told you before David's party that I don't intend to let go. I meant it then, I mean it now and I will mean it for as long as you want me to hold on. You're it for me." Screw his dad's advice, Kurt wanted Blaine to know.
"It's a little bit scary, these big feelings," Blaine said. "I've never felt this much for anyone before, and I believe you and I are meant for each other. That it was predestined that we would find each other and hold on to each other even though there were so many reasons to let go" Blaine's mitten covered hand found Kurt's. "It's you and me, Kurt. Fearlessly and forever."
Fearlessly and forever. Those were big words. They were words that moved into Kurt's chest permanently and built a nest there. They were all the words Kurt would ever need. His lips found Blaine's. They were cold and hard, and the most heavenly thing Kurt had ever felt. There were no words left to say. Kurt knew he would always belong to Blaine and Blaine would always belong to him. Connected by more than just their feelings. Connected by everything they'd had to overcome to sit there today and consolidate that the future was something they'd experience by each other's side.
They sat there on the bench, with the snow falling down on them and watched the logs burn. The sky was turning dark around them as evening approached.
'I think I'm ready to go inside," Blaine said a little while later. His teeth chattered as he spoke. "Are you coming too?"
Kurt nodded, feeling too that it was getting colder. Besides, he intended to spend these last days at home as much as possible by Blaine's side.
They folded the blankets, put the mugs back into the basket, and went back to the house. The house was still empty when they got inside, which meant that Burt and Carole were still at work.
"I'm going to take a shower to thaw my body," Blaine said when he'd taken off his gloves, scarf and coat.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to get that cold. I thought the hot chocolate would keep you warm." Kurt wondered how many years it would take for Blaine to get used to these winters. He knew that no matter where they ended up, they would return to this house every Christmas and Blaine would have to endure the cold, snowy Lima weather.
Blaine only smiled at Kurt and reached out his hand to him, unaware of Kurt's thoughts. "Want to join me?"
Kurt took it, feeling hotter already. "Yes."
Blaine closed and locked the bathroom door behind them. He got undressed first and stepped into the shower, and Kurt, well Kurt was too distracted looking at Blaine to undress. Although they shared a bed, Kurt hadn't had a lot of moments to look at Blaine completely naked. So when the opportunity presented itself, Kurt allowed himself to stare.
Blaine was handsome with his clothes on, but even more so when he was naked. Kurt wanted to ravish him, to make love to him and show him that it could be beautiful and not something ugly that was forced on you. He wanted to erase the memory of that man who forced himself on Blaine and left scars that ran so deep it still affected him today and prevented him from completely owning his own body. He wanted to replace it with beauty and love and pleasure.
Today was not that day, but it would be. One day in the future. For now, Kurt was content with looking. Looking at his handsome, sexy, sweet and charming boyfriend while feeling lucky that he had walked into his life. It wasn't a wonder Kurt was semi-hard when he stepped into the shower.
"Come here," Blaine said softly and held out his arms to Kurt. "What took you so long?"
Kurt stepped willingly into Blaine's embrace. "I got distracted by you," he admitted and wrapped his arms around Blaine's shoulders as Blaine's arms found their way around Kurt's waist. Warm, delightful water sprayed down on Kurt's back when Blaine's lips found his.
The kiss was soft at first but grew more intense when Blaine's tongue slipped into Kurt's mouth. Kurt leaned his body against Blaine's, holding him tighter. His whole body felt relaxed yet still electric from feeling Blaine so close on his skin, and from feeling that Blaine was at ease with having naked Kurt pressed against him. Blaine's hand slid down from Kurt's waist and gripped Kurt's ass, pulling him closer, and Kurt had to choke back a moan. If Blaine continued like that, Kurt would soon be a moaning mess in Blaine's arms.
"I want you to blow me," Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear. "And before you ask, yes, I'm sure," he continued before Kurt could say anything. "I want to feel your mouth around me. I want to feel what that's like."
Kurt leaned back, looked into Blaine's eyes, and saw nothing but lust and desire in them. His heart skipped a beat. This was something he had wanted since the first day he met Blaine. But more than that, this was Blaine continuing to trust him, giving him another piece of himself he'd never given to anyone before.
Kurt slid a hand down between their bodies and wrapped it around Blaine's cock. He squeezed lightly and moved it slowly along his length, making Blaine let out a quiet gasp. Kurt captured Blaine's moan in his mouth while stroking him lazily. His cock was hard and heavy in Kurt's hand as he moved his kisses down Blaine's body, mapping every inch of skin on his chest.
Blaine was responsive to Kurt's touches, more gasps escaping his lips as Kurt's tongue licked into his belly button. And then, when Kurt replaced his hand with his mouth, Blaine's needy little gasps turned into a long low moan.
Kurt licked carefully around the head of Blaine's cock, letting his tongue run along his slit and back again, tentatively tasting and feeling the weight on his tongue. He didn't want to rush or move too fast. He wanted the moment to be special for Blaine, to erase every bad experience he'd been through and replace it with this.
Blaine's fingers found their way into Kurt's hair, tugging ever so slightly, as he pushed a little forward into Kurt's mouth. There was no sign of Blaine wanting Kurt to stop, on the contrary, it seemed he wanted more.
Kurt took him deeper then, moved his lips along Blaine's cock until it filled his mouth. Kurt moved back again, Blaine slowly slipping out of his mouth until Kurt's tongue reached the tip. Kurt greedily licked the pre-cum Blaine was leaking, the taste heavenly, and he stayed there, paying extra attention to his favorite part while his hand stroked Blaine's shaft.
Blaine was moaning louder above him, unable to control the sounds he'd been trying to keep in. Kurt glanced up at him, watched his beautiful boyfriend fall apart under his touches. Blaine's eyes were closed, his face so filled with pleasure something possessive sparked inside Kurt. Blaine's fingers dug deeper into Kurt's hair, and Kurt had to control himself to not take everything he wanted right then and there. Blaine deserved more than Kurt losing control only because he was desperate for Blaine to feel what he was feeling.
Kurt sank deep around Blaine again, his lips sliding up and down Blaine's length, taking as much as he could without taking too much. Blaine mumbled a quiet fuck, Kurt, followed by a string of incoherent syllables. Then the tugging of Kurt's hair intensified, and Kurt felt Blaine's cock pulse seconds before Blaine orgasmed deep in Kurt's mouth. Sweet and salty in a perfect mixture. Kurt swallowed it all, sucked every last drop as Blaine writhed above him.
"Kurt…" Blaine whispered his name in an exhale as his legs started to tremble. He loosened his grip on Kurt's hair and pulled him up so they were face to face. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide, his smile soft and he looked utterly satisfied.
Kurt wasn't.
"Touch me," Kurt pleaded when he stood up, and then, with Blaine's cum still on his tongue, he pushed his tongue into Blaines' mouth. He was hard and needy, so turned on by what they'd just done he was desperate to feel Blaine's hand on him.
Blaine understood immediately, didn't need any further instructions as he closed his hand around Kurt's throbbing cock and stroked him. The pleasure was immediately there, intense and glorious, and Kurt closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against Blaine's shoulder and let the feelings carry him away. Blaine touching him was everything, it was heaven on earth and all the stars in the sky, and when he came all he could do was hold on to Baine and moan his name while pleasure washed over him in waves.
"I love you so much," Blaine whispered as he trailed kisses along Kurt's shoulder. "Thank you."
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Later they were sitting in front of the fireplace, sharing one armchair with Blaine in Kurt's lap, watching the flames. Outside soft, white snowflakes were falling. It was dark and the wind had picked up, making the house creak every now and then. They hadn't said much since the shower, words were unnecessary when being close was what they both needed.
In two days Kurt would fly back to Florida. Back to sunshine and school and his everyday life. He wasn't looking forward to it. These past weeks with Blaine had been beyond anything Kurt could have dreamed. Blaine made Kurt feel loved and Kurt loved Blaine back with all that he was. They were intense at times, these feelings between them, and Kurt wondered how he'd feel when Blaine wasn't around every day.
Not in the way that he believed his feelings would fade or change, but how could he live without Blaine's good morning kisses, his little touches throughout the day, the random hugs for no particular reason at all, and the warmth of Blaine's body next to him at night. It felt impossible, but he knew they would manage somehow. Because not managing, not being with Blaine (even with long distance) wasn't an option.
That night, in the armchair, Kurt put thoughts of leaving and of living away from Blaine, out of his mind. That night being in the moment, trailing fingertips along Blaine's thighs and accepting his kisses, was all he wanted to think about. He soaked it all up, saved it in his heart for nights when Blaine wouldn't be there.
Burt and Carole returned home at some point, but left the two boys to themselves, sensing that this was not a moment to disturb. They needed this time together.
They remained in that armchair until long after Burt and Carole had gone to bed, until after the fire had burned out and the clock had passed midnight, exchanging little reassurances of love and of the future.
"Blue-eyes," Blaine spoke softly. "You know what I just realized?"
"What?" Kurt asked just as softly. He was tired but couldn't find a reason to move away from the armchair.
"Lately there's been this feeling in my chest that's been sort of, I don't know, swelling and taking over the darkness in there, and I didn't know what it was but I just realized what it is."
"What is it?" Kurt asked.
"It's happiness. I haven't felt this feeling in so long, not since before my parents died, and that's why I didn't recognize it. I'm happy, Kurt."
Blaine spoke as though he'd gotten an epiphany, and Kurt couldn't stop himself from smiling. Blaine was truly a gift, as much as he could be dark and broken and and defeated because of what he'd experienced in his life, he could also be pure and excited like a small child when he realized that's not what his life was anymore. He had turned things around, he'd broken the downward spiral and it was no wonder these feelings sometimes surfaced out of nowhere.
"I'm happy, too, Blaine." Kurt truly was. Happy for Blaine and happy that Blaine had chosen him. Happy and excited for this next part of their lives to begin. Happy because whatever happened next, whatever challenges or adventures lied ahead, he would experience them together with Blaine.
With the snow still falling outside and with darkness surrounding the house, Kurt held Blaine a little tighter and Blaine snuggled in a little closer to Kurt, resting his head against Kurt's. For all the things they had been through, it had been worth it to end up there.
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Notes: Only the Epilogue left. I've not quite finished writing it yet, but I hope to be finished by Monday. If not it will only be a few days delay. It's gonna be a long one, and hopefully worth the extra wait (if any). Gonna try my best to get it done this weekend! Until then, enjoy your weekend!
