A/N: A bit of a time jump, and mostly smut, but we get a little bit of plot at the end. :)

It's Christmas vacation, and Blaine has been home for three days now, and finally, finally, they have the house to themselves. Burt and Carole are gone to visit with a friend of Carole's for the night, and Finn is staying with Puck. And they'll be damned if they aren't going to take advantage of it.

"Since I saw you in the airport, all I've been able to think about is doing this to you," Blaine murmurs, planting a gentle kiss on the inside of Kurt's thigh as he pumps a finger slowly in and out of Kurt's hole.

Kurt is laying on his back, legs spread and pillow under him to lift up his ass and allow Blaine easier access from his spot between Kurt's legs. Kurt is about to respond, surely something clever and witty, but then Blaine's finger brushes over his prostate and he can't quite remember what he was going to say over the wave of pleasure that surges through his body, so he just nods, and Blaine chuckles lightly.

"Are you ready for another?"

"Yeah," Kurt agrees breathlessly.

Blaine adds some more lube, then slides another finger into Kurt and resumes the slow thrusting.

"I love watching you," Blaine says, looking up at Kurt from under thick lashes, "watching your reactions. You're so... sensitive," he finishes, licking a stripe up the underside of Kurt's cock as he scissors his fingers in Kurt's ass, and Kurt whimpers softly.

Then Blaine is sucking lightly on the head of his cock, drawing a sharp gasp from Kurt before swallowing him as far as he can take it and Kurt moans loudly as Blaine begins to bob up on down in time with his fingers pumping inside Kurt. Kurt writhes on the bed beneath Blaine, reaches a hand down and threads his fingers through Blaine's hair as the other hand grasps at the sheets beside him. His hips try to buck up involuntarily, but Blaine's strong hand holds him down to the bed. Kurt barely even notices when Blaine slides the third finger in, thick and slick with lube, stretching him open even further. Blaine moves his other hand from Kurt's hip to his balls, fondling them gently with his fingers. Kurt moans, high and loud, as Blaine takes Kurt's cock deep in his mouth as he strokes over his prostate. Kurt's hips stutter up reflexively, and Blaine pulls off, coughing.

"Blaine, oh my god, I'm so sorry, I- are you okay?" Kurt looks down at Blaine, eyes wide and panicked.

Blaine nods, coughs a few more times. "Yeah, I- I'm fine," he says, voice rough, and Kurt should be a little more concerned for his boyfriend at the moment but he just sounds so hot. "I guess I shouldn't have moved my hand," he adds, reaching back down and tapping Kurt's balls lightly, and Kurt gasps and squirms a little on the bed, blushing a shade of red slightly darker than his flushed skin.

"Think you're ready for me now, love?" Blaine asks, moving his hand to Kurt's cock and stroking slowly, teasingly.

"Yeah," Kurt answers, breath hitching.

Blaine places a gentle kiss on the inside of Kurt's thigh, then reaches for the condom he'd pulled from the bedside table drawer earlier and tears it open, sliding it over his hard cock.

"Will you turn over for me?"

"Yeah," Kurt nods, rolling onto his stomach then pulling his knees under him, presenting his ass to Blaine.

"Man of few words today, are we?" Blaine teases, kneading at Kurt's cheeks and biting gently.

"Don't get used to it," Kurt huffs, "it's just hard to think sometimes when you're-" he cuts himself off with a high-pitched whine as Blaine licks at his stretched hole. "Blaine."

"Yes, love?" Blaine asks, voice dripping with feigned innocence.

"Please."

Blaine chuckles darkly, and then his tongue is gone, soon replaced by the head of his cock lined up with Kurt's opening. "Is this what you want? Hm?"

"Yes, Blaine, please," Kurt pleads.

"You want me inside you, love? Want me to pound you into this mattress, make you feel it for days?"

"Yeah, yes, please, Blaine, fuck me." Kurt is begging now, but he doesn't care, he's just so desperate for it, needs to feel Blaine inside him.

Blaine's response is to wordlessly plunge into Kurt, both boys moaning in unison as he sinks deep inside Kurt's ass, burying himself fully in the tight heat. Kurt feels the stretch, and it stings a little, but he welcomes the feeling as Blaine fills him up. Blaine pauses there, fully sheathed inside Kurt, letting him adjust to the feeling before moving. He leans over and places a gentle kiss to Kurt's shoulder blade.

"Move," Kurt says, voice high and breathy, because he just feels so full of Blaine and the burn is fading and all he wants is to feel more.

Blaine complies happily, drawing out of Kurt almost completely before sliding back inside. The first few thrusts are slow and gentle, but before long Blaine is going hard and fast, drawing breathless moans and whines from both boys as he fucks Kurt into the mattress beneath them.

Kurt feels every thrust like a jolt of electricity through his body. Blaine is at just the right angle, pressing against his prostate nearly every thrust, and Kurt would be wondering how Blaine is managing to do that if he was able to think at all over the waves of pleasure crashing over him every time Blaine hits that spot, and Blaine hasn't even touched his cock, and he's never come like this, from just this, but he feels the pressure building in his balls, fast and sudden, and he barely has time to babble out a warning before he's shooting all over the bed beneath him.

"Kurt, fuck," Blaine groans behind him, rolling his hips down hard a few more times before Kurt hears him gasp, hips stuttering to a stop as he comes deep inside Kurt.

Blaine pulls out of Kurt slowly, and Kurt whines a little at the empty feeling he's left with. Then Blaine is lying beside Kurt, pulling Kurt onto his side so his back is against Blaine's chest and Blaine's arms are wrapped around him. Kurt curls into Blaine's arms, humming contentedly as he feels Blaine's warm breath on the back of his neck.

"I love you," Blaine whispers into the skin at the base of Kurt's neck.

"I love you, too, Bee," Kurt whispers back sleepily.

They lay there like that for a long while, so long that Kurt has nearly fallen asleep, before Blaine speaks again.

"I want to see my parents again." His voice is soft, and Kurt could almost miss it if it weren't for the silence of the room.

Kurt opens an eye, turns his head a bit to look at Blaine. "What?"

"I uh... I want to see my parents," Blaine repeats quietly.

Kurt shifts on the bed, rolling onto his back so he can better meet Blaine's eyes.

"Why?" he asks, bewildered. Kurt knows Blaine's relationship with his parents is complicated at best, but Blaine had never expressed any interest in talking to them again until now; he could maybe understand Blaine wanting to see his mother again, but his dad?

"I dunno, they just... they're my parents, you know? I know they haven't been the best, but I just...," he trails off, staring at the ceiling, seemingly lost in thought.

"Blaine, honey, I think that's a little bit of an understatement. Your dad hit you, I don't think he deserves-"

"It was just the one time," Blaine cuts him off defensively, "it's not like he went around hitting me all the time. It was just... just once, and it was kind of my fault, anyway, I mean, I shouldn't have been talking back to him."

"Bee, no, come here," Kurt says, wrapping Blaine up in his own arms now, holding his boyfriend close to his chest. "That was not your fault. I just don't... If you want to see them again, okay. I will support you, Blaine, one hundred percent. I will go with you, if you want. But just... I want you to do it because you want to, not because you owe it to them. You don't owe him anything. Okay?" Kurt's voice is low and soothing as he strokes his fingers through Blaine's curls, plants a small, sweet kiss on the top of Blaine's head.

"I want to do it," Blaine says.

"Okay. We'll do it, then," Kurt replies simply, giving Blaine a little squeeze.