A/N: Well I'm back, and I did find a bit of a muse. I basically wrote a lot of porn. This is where the story gets it's rating. If that's not your thing, you can browse through it, you'll see it before it gets into any detail. And why is it that every time I start to write an a/n there's another in memoriam. This week was the fabulous Chi Chi DeVanye and he incomporable Chadwick Boseman. Rest in power. Riley's "A Moment" drops Friday, make sure you get those streams up.

It was the dead of summer and Kurt was stressed. It was hot, the coffee shop cut his hours, and while the extra money designing for Kiki was nice, it wasn't a lot. He and Blaine were great. He wishes he could finally get some time alone with him, but that much he understood. He signed up for this after all. As much as he would prefer to be woken up to something pressed against his back at 4 am and not the wails of an eight-month-old, it wasn't horrible.

This Friday morning Kurt was just staring at his ceiling, trying to find motivation to start his day. He was doing a lot better emotionally at times, but it is days like this that he just really fucking missed his brother. He heard the rain hitting his window and the wind rattling the frames. For a second he thought he heard the pounding of clunky feet running up the stairs. For another second he forgot. He thought his door was going to open and Finn would be standing there. If Finn were still alive, he would come barging into his room, of course he wouldn't knock, and ask him to make them waffles. After a bit of complaining on Kurt's part, he'd get up and make them – never trusting Finn since he almost burnt the house down making toast. They'd eat them in front of the television whilst watching cartoons.

At the time, Kurt thought it was silly. Now he realized how much he took things like that for granted. He would give anything to have those moments again or even go back for sixty seconds to tell him he loved him and give him a hug. Kurt didn't necessarily believe in an "after", but there were times he could feel Finn's energy. It's days like this, when he forgets for just a second that he's gone and reality comes crashing back to him, where he finds it hard to breathe. The walls close in on him just a bit and he just cries.

It was nearly ten by the time the tears stopped and he finally willed himself to look at his phone. He had five missed texts from Blaine and one from Kiki.

Good morning! We miss you this morning. *selfie of a shirtless Blaine lying in bed with a very chunky a smile-y Sierra who was happily playing with her feet*

Wish I woke up with you today.

I guess you're still sleeping.

Rest up you deserve it.

Text me when you wake up 3 – Blaine

Kurt smiled and texted him back.

Good morning, I miss you guys too. Today's a hard day. – Kurt

One thing he is learning was that he could always be honest with him in his emotions and feelings. Blaine was definitely not shy with his emotions, it was refreshing. Kurt was slowly realizing that Blaine was a safe space and that was refreshing. There was no judgement was Kurt was feeling down or needed to be alone. That was always a point of contention in his previous relationships (if you could even call them that) since Kurt died. He was told to get over it or to stop dwelling on it. He was told to 'live in the now' whatever the fuck that meant.

I'm sorry, babe. If you need to talk, I'm here. – Blaine

I know and I appreciate it.

I think I need to just be for a bit. I'm turning my phone off for a bit. – Kurt

Of course, whatever you need. I understand. Call me later. – Blaine

I will. Thank you. – Kurt

You never have to thank me for being a decent person, Babe. – Blaine

I know. 3 – Kurt

Kurt then went to look at Kiki's message.

Kurt, I need you tonight. Barbie canceled her show tonight, says she sick, who the fuck knows, but I'm taking her set. I need your help tonight at Scandals. Please? – Kiki

Kurt thought about it for a minute. He hasn't been out since he started seeing Blaine. Well, out to scandals anyway. He still went to another bar just outside of town now and then with Kiki, but nothing to outrageous. Just a beer or two to talk about life and head home. He really wasn't in the mood to party, but he could go for an hour to help Keek. Probably shouldn't spend the whole day in bed anyway.

Sure, I'll meet you there at 10. – Kurt

He put down his phone and decided that the rest of this morning could just be slept away. He got up to go to the bathroom, but immediately got back in bed and closed his eyes.

Blaine sat back on the couch and just watched his phone for a bit. Kurt hadn't yet replied to him, which he wasn't really all that concerned about, it was barely ten in the morning. His mother had taken the baby shopping with one of her girlfriends, so it was just him in the house. They would be gone at least through lunch and Blaine really wished that Kurt would wake up so that he could invite him over or maybe he could go over there. There alone time was few and far between and he really wanted to be alone with him.

Blaine was more than ready to continue to explore their relationship. They'd been together for over a month already and he was getting desparate. He felt his face flush as he thought back to their first, albeit rushed, hand job.

Kurt had him pushed up against the wall of the living room, all three other members of the family sleeping upstairs. It started just as a kiss goodnight, but when the kiss intensified and Blaine pulled him in tighter, Kurt felt Blaine's dick pushed against him through his thin summer pajama pants. Blaine's breath hitched when Kurt moaned into his mouth and his right hand tentatively dragged down his stomach.

Blaine nodded his consent when Kurt's hand reached the waistband pausing for silent permission. Kurt quickly, although it felt like slow motion to Blaine, pulled his pajamas and underwear down so they were just cupping the underside of his balls, and began to trace Blaine's length with the tip of his middle finger. The drag of the skin on skin was almost torturous for Blaine.

"Please." He whispered against Kurt's lips.

"Okay."

Kurt wrapped his right hand around Blaine's dick and slowly began working him up and down. Kurt was sure to take his time as it was dry and wanted Blaine to enjoy this. It didn't take long for Blaine to become overwhelmed with his arousal, the heat quickly building thanks to Kurt's perfectly firm grip on him. He moaned as he came over Kurt's hand, Kurt quickly sssh-ing against his lips, kissing him through his orgasm. Kurt chuckled as he rested his forehead against Blaine's as Blaine caught his breath.

"I c-can, for you." Blaine choked out still trying to compose himself.

"No, not tonight. That was for you." Kurt replied with a wink before licking his hand. Good God, Kurt was going to be the death of Blaine.

Blaine also recalled the first time they actually had twenty minutes of time by themselves. It had been one of the nights that Kurt spent the night at his house. Everyone was asleep, so they snuck inside the bathroom to take a shower.

"Fuck, Kurt." Blaine whispered as Kurt stroked him underneath the just hot enough water pouring down over them as he gently sucked and nibbled on Blaine's neck. Not hard enough to give him a hickey, but just hard enough to drive him wild.

Blaine then had an overwhelming urge. "Please, let me suck you."

Kurt lifted his head from it's position at Blaine's neck and looked down at him. "Okay."

Blaine's first attempted was unsuccessful. He took to his knees before Kurt, who was leaning against the showers wall, head tilted back touching the wall. Blaine took Kurt tentatively into his mouth, the taste neutral, as he was clean from the shower, the sensation of the skin smooth against his tongue. He only lasted about thirty seconds exploring Kurt with his mouth before the water pouring over him from the shower head, impeding his ability to breathe. Kurt chuckled and moved to the back of the shower, now the water only hit Blaine's back.

Blaine, undeterred from his initial attempt, enveloped Kurt's dick once again, this time experimenting a bit more. He had searched on the internet how to do this, so he was somewhat confident. He was not fully prepared for the stretch of his jaw or home much he would love the sensation of his mouth being so full of another man's dick. He moaned as he took more of Kurt into his mouth, as far as he could. Perhaps a little too far and a little too enthusiastically because he had to pull off with a gag. Blaine looked up to see Kurt looking down at him, eyes full of lust. His head instinctively fell to the side as Kurt cupped his cheek.

"It's okay, take your time."

Once Blaine centered himself once again, he took Kurt into his hand and his mouth. This time he used his hand to jerk the base while he took Kurt has far has he could comfortably with his mouth. He slowly slid his mouth back and forth, stopping to kiss and suck on the tip, whilst he teased Kurt with his tongue. He did this for several minutes before Kurt pulled away slightly.

"Stop teasing, I'm so close." Blaine smirked and swirled his tongue around the tip a few more times. He pulled off and held Kurt's dick as his licked a strong line from the base of his cock to the tip, ending with a chaste kiss along it. Kurt growled and Blaine decided to stop teasing him. He quickly stroked and sucked Kurt and within a minute Kurt was attempting to pull away, quietly crying that he was about to cum. Blaine didn't let him pull out, he swallowed around Kurt, taking everything that he could get.

"Oh, just wait, babe, payback is a bitch. But, Christ, you're so good at that."

Blaine was hard as a rock thinking about those times and was shaken out of his thoughts by his phone alerts. It was a text from Kurt telling him it was a bad day. He immediately lost his arousal and felt sympathetic. He wishes that he could make it better for him but knew that Kurt needed space right now. If he had more free time he would have went over to the house, but wasn't sure if that was what Kurt wanted him to do and he didn't want to overstep any bounds.

So, since he wasn't going to see Kurt that morning, he decided to do the next best thing in his child free time, take a nap.

It was nearing six pm when Kurt finally got himself out of bed. The only reason he got up this early was because he was starting to feel ill from not eating all day. He went downstairs to the dark kitchen to heat himself up some leftovers. If he was going to drink that night he needed to make sure that he had some kind of protein and carbs in his system, especially since he hasn't eaten all day.

After, he went back up to hop in the shower, being sure to text Blaine his plans for the evening. Unlike his other relationships, he wanted this one to be based on trust and would want to know if Blaine was going out to a bar or something along those lines. Not that he would care if he did particularly, he just think it's part of a relationship: giving each other the respect of knowing where you are and what you're doing, not asking permission.

Hey baby, sorry I disappeared all day. I actually just got out of bed. Kiki asked me to come help her out at Scandals tonight, she has a last minute show so I'm going to go for about an hour and probably head back home. – Kurt

It didn't take Blaine long at all to reply.

That's cool? How are you feeling? – Blaine

Honestly, not fantastic, but a little bit better than I was earlier. I just really miss him, you know? – Kurt

Yea, I miss him too. I can't imagine what your family must be going through. – Blaine

We all just take it day by day. I'm about to hop in the shower. – Kurt

K.

Hey listen

Do you want to come over tonight after her set? My parents are out of town and the baby is staying with her grandfathers. – Blaine

Kurt thought about it for a moment. He quickly realized that being in this empty house doesn't help at all. He's always happier when he's with Blaine.

You know what? I'd love to. I'll text you when I'm leaving the club. – Kurt

Okay! – Blaine

Truth be told, Kurt was falling head over heels in love with Blaine. He wanted to just tell him so badly, but he's never actually said the words before, and he was terrified that it would be unrequited. He was Blaine's first "real" relationship, and he wasn't even out to himself or anyone else that long. His anxiety just told him over and over that he's just a phase and that when another pretty girl comes along that he'll leave him alone and broken.

Not that there was any basis to this fear of course. But depression and anxiety aren't rational, and they can convince you of things that you know not to be true.

Kurt sighed as he turned on the shower and stepped in. It was going to be a long night and although he slept all day, he was already ready to go back to sleep.

Santana found herself at scandals rather early that night. They have a new bartender, a pretty blonde named Brittany, and she was enamored by her. So, she would stop in several times a week to see if she was there. This night she was, and Santana perched herself at the end of the bar and they would chat between customers.

Earlier in the day she was hanging out with Blaine and the baby before the Berry's picked her up and he was telling her out Kurt was having a bad day. It was no secret that Kurt was depressed. She has her own history, so she completely understood. But imagine her surprise when she saw Kurt walking into the club, going right up to the bar and ordering a drink. So you lie, blow off my boy, and then come to the bar like he ain't shit? Bet.

Santana slunk into the shadows not wanting him to see her. She was going to catch him doing some kind of shit tonight, and she was going to kick his ass. She took a band out of her bag and threw her hair up in a messy bun, just in case. Always be ready.

She sipped her whiskey for the next ten minutes until she saw this incredibly fine trade grab him by his arm and take him into the backroom. Oh hell no. It's on like fucking Donkey Kong.

She took out her phone and Facetimed Blaine.

"Hello?"

She looked down and saw Blaine who was obviously walking around his house.

"B. I'm at Scandals."

"Um okay, I can barely hear you and I definitely can't see you. Do you need me to come get you or something?"

"No. Kurt's here."

"Um, okay?"

"You know he's here?" She asked as she moved through the crowd towards the room.

"Um yea." She had the phone right up to her air to be able to hear her.

"Well, I don't know if you know this but I just saw some hot guy just pull him into the back. I've seen Kurt go into the back before, and it wasn't to braid each other's hair."

Blaine was silent, at least she thinks he is, it's kind of hard to hear him over the music.

"I'm gonna fuck him up B, just so you know. No one is finna play you. I'm right here, watch I'll prove it to you."

Santana swings open the door to find Kurt bending down, but not in the way that she was expecting. Kurt was down helping the man she saw earlier lace up some knee high, lace up boots.

"Santana? What the fuck?" Kurt asked standing up, clearly confused and a bit aggravated.

"Uh, I-I thought-"

"Santana put the phone up." She and Kurt heard come through the phone.

"Blaine?" Kurt asked.

"Santana, you're fucking crazy. That's Kiki."

"But I-I thought that-"

"Yea you thought wrong. I'm hanging up now. I'll see you later babe." The screen went blank as Kurt stood with the queen she now knew to be Kiki working on her face.

"Okay, okay. I'm women enough to know when to apologize." Santana deadpanned as Kurt just stared at her with annoyed confusion.

"But what the fuck?" Kurt was aggravated but went back to work. More than he was annoyed he wanted to do what he came to do and go to Blaine's house.

"I just saw you come back in here with some dude and I assumed the worst."

"Why? You don't know anything about me to make you think poorly."

"Oh, please Kurt, you were constantly in and out of these fucking bathrooms with some dumb fuck boy or another. So, sorry, for looking out for my best friend."

Kurt took a deep breath and stood up, wiping his hands on his jeans as he stood. "While I think it's great that Blaine has a friend looking out for him, I'm not cheating on him nor am I going to cheat on him. Blaine knew I was coming here tonight. As soon as I'm done I'm going to his place. I have given you absolutely zero reasons to think that I would cheat on Blaine." Santana opened her mouth to reply, but Kurt interrupted. "No, Santana. I don't want to hear it. Just because you saw me messing around doesn't mean that I'm a cheater. I have never cheated on anyone. If I was sleeping around, that's just what I was doing."

"I know. I'm sorry." Santana began in a rare moment of timidness. "It's just- it's just he's my best friend and I refuse to let him have his heartbroken like that. He's different. He's not like you. He's not like us."

Kurt, arms now crossed, replied "what do you mean, 'like us'?".

"He's special. He's not hardened and jaded. He's sensitive. He's just – him. There's really not other way to describe him. He lives with his heart on his sleeve and he gives everything to everyone. He's not shy about emotion or being raw. He's special and truth be told, I came in here really to throw hands."

Kurt chuckled. "Well, tell you what, I can't promise I'll never break his heart and I can't promise he'll never break mine. What I can promise is that I will never cheat on him. I know he's different, that's one of the things I like about him." Kurt put his arm around the loud woman. "And you know something else? I think you and I will get along just fine."

Just a short hour later Kurt found himself in his new favorite place, in Blaine's arms. He instantly felt some of the tension drain from his body as he inhaled the ever so soft scent of cedarwood and his mother's vanilla scented shampoo. He'd definitely have to talk about that with him one day.

Blaine pulled away and wordlessly brought Kurt over to the couch where he had chamomile tea waiting. Seriously, best boyfriend ever.

"Thanks Babe." Kurt said as he burrowed into the crook of Blaine's arm.

"For what?" Blaine replied, voice just over a whisper.

"For understanding. For this. For being you."

"You never have to thank me for that."

"I know." I love you. So close, so ready but he just can't say it. Not yet.

The sat in silence, sipping their tea for a while, until a picture on the mantel caught his eye. He put his mug down and got up to go look at it.

Blaine walked to where Kurt now held the picture in his hand. Kurt was silent, eyes full of tears that were threatening to fall.

Kurt looked at the picture on the mantel, Blaine's smile so wide his eyes were almost closed and Finn's smile, his eyes wide with confusion. Blaine likely snuck the picture on him. He read the words on the frame: "You just have to find your moose."

"That was actually the day before it happened. He was helping me get out of my head when I was still intending to put her up for adoption. He told me that I just had to find me moose." Blaine sniffed as his eyes welled thinking about that day.

"That's why you call her 'Moose'." It wasn't a question.

"Yea, I knew the moment I found her that she was it. That was who I was looking for."

"He was really smart in his own special way." Kurt said, choking back a sob. "I really fucking miss him." Kurt collapsed into Blaine's arms his shoulders shaking in silent sobs.

Blaine felt the tears start to fall down his cheeks and nose begin to run. But he didn't even think of wiping them, this wasn't about him. He lowered the two of them to the carpet where they just sat, their cries no longer silent. The dog heard the commotion and she came over and tried to lick their tears away before cuddling up to their side.

After their tears were dried and their breathing returned to a normal pace, Blaine stood up and took Kurt's hand.

"Come on, let's just go to bed." The two walked hand in hand up to the room and Kurt changed into pajamas and laid down next to Blaine. He curled up into him with the actual intention of going to sleep, thankfully, that didn't go as planned.

Soon gentle hugs turned to soft caresses which turned to tugs just strong enough to get the growing urgency across. Their kisses intensified as Kurt maneuvered them so that he was on top with Blaine's legs wrapped around his hips.

Blaine felt his heart begin to race. God, was he ever ready to go further. He could hear the blood rush through his veins as Kurt lifted his hips, so he was resting comfortably on the top of his thighs.

Just when he thought he couldn't be any more turned on than he was at that moment, Kurt thrusted upwards. Blaine forgot how to breathe for a moment as their barely clothed cocks ground together.

One of Kurt's hands clumsily raked through Blaine's curls and when Blaine instinctively thrusted up, Kurt clenched his hand shut pulling Blaine's hair back hard enough for his head to fall back as well, exposing his neck. In no time, Kurt began kissing his neck, never once letting go of his grip on Blaine's hair.

Blaine never thought that hair pulling would be a thing for him. He was obviously wrong.

"Fuck, Kurt. P-please." I love you.

"Please, what?" Kurt mouthed into Blaine's neck while lazily rutting against his boyfriend.

This is it. "Fuck me."

Kurt thrust hard against Blaine in response as he lifted his head just high enough to look him in the highs. Blaine was absolutely debouched, and Kurt had never seen a more beautiful and erotic sight. "Are you sure?"

"More than anything."

Suddenly Kurt felt like a blushing virgin again. This isn't a meaningless hook up or a relationship in name only, where all they did was fuck. No, this was Blaine. The only person he's ever wanted to explore every inch of. The only person he's ever wanted to make love to. The only man he's ever loved.

"Okay." I love you. "Do-do you have anything? I wasn't really- you know-"

"Yea. Table. Bed." Blaine couldn't even put together a complete sentence.

Kurt chuckled as he stood up to quickly take off his clothes and grab the items from the bedside table. By the time he got back to the end of the bed, Blaine was trying to kick off the offending pajama pants. "Mmm, someone's anxious."

"Want you so bad." I love you so much.

"You have no idea-" -how much I love you.

Kurt kneeled at the end of the bed and just looked at Blaine. He was completely wrecked. His eyes closed, head to the side, face blushed pink, as he lazily stroked himself. "Mmm mm, no touching baby."

"Oh, God." Blaine just audibly whispered.

Kurt just soaked up the vision in front of him. His dick was perfection. It definitely wasn't small, but he wasn't too large. There was a vein that went in a slightly imperfect line from the base to the tip. God he couldn't want to explore that more. His dick hooked slightly to the left, not too much, but enough to be noticeable. He had the overwhelming urge to let Blaine fuck him. Wow, I guess there's a first time for everything.

But tonight, wasn't about him. Tonight, was about Blaine. The man who made him feel safe. The man who made him feel valued and cherished. The man who made him feel loved.

Kurt shook himself out of his thoughts and carefully grabbed Blaine's legs and spread them as far as they could go comfortably and made himself comfortable. "Have you ever done this to yourself?"

Blaine just shook his head; he was far past words by now. "Okay. I promise I'll make it good for you." Because I love you. Because you deserve everything.

"I trust you." Blaine choked out and that's all it took to fill Kurt's heart more than he thought possible even an hour earlier.

Kurt ghosted kisses over his inner thigh as he busied his hands opening the tiny bottle, which was not working because apparently his hands forgot how to function. He fumbled with the bottle, which slipped out of his hands, leaving behind a darkened stain on the crimson red sheets. Oh well.

With his fingers well saturated he made sure just to tease Blaine's entrance a bit, adding a bit more lube as he did because, too much is almost enough. Kurt rested his cheek on Blaine's thigh to watch his face as his middle finger just ever so slightly breached him. The sight that greeted him will be the fuel for any solo session he has probably for the rest of his life. Blaine's left hand was gripping his own hair, while his right covered his eyes. His bottom lip was in his teeth and he was practically vibrating.

Kurt continued watching as he continued past the second ring of muscles, ever so carefully, pausing to let him acclimate to the intrusion. Kurt caressed Blaine's thigh and watched as Blaine threw his head back into the pillow and muffled moans into his forearm, which he was now biting on. Kurt took this as an unspoken permission to continue. He pulled out just a bit and pushed back until his finger was fully engulfed. Blaine obviously liked this as his response to Kurt pulling out again was to fuck himself on Kurt's finger.

To distract himself from the utterly pornographic scene before him he began to kiss his way down to Blaine's cock which bobbed with every gentle peck. And there it was before him, that vein that he was very intent on exploring. He removed his finger in preparation to move to two and Blaine immediately whined in protest.

"Sssh, babe." Kurt said in response before stiffening his tongue and tracing the vein in its entire length as he returned two fingers inside. The noises Blaine was making should be illegal.

Kurt continued teasing Blaine, distracting him as he continued to stretch him open, two fingers turning to three, scissoring and teasingly sucking on the shaft.

When Blaine was prepared to Kurt's satisfaction, he pulled himself up to his knees and grabbed the condom that laid right next to them. Blaine was a blabbering mess, writhing and begging more, anything, please.

Kurt made quick work of putting on the condom and lubing both himself and Blaine more as he was taking his sweet time open him up that the liquid was now a bit tacky.

He then maneuvered Blaine's hips to it's prior location upon his thighs for his comfort. He lined himself up and leaned over so that he could kiss Blaine. He rested his weight on his left elbow and used his left hand to brush Blaine's hair out of his face.

Kurt has been in this position plenty of times before, but it was never this intimate. He never appreciated the loose hairs (in this case, curls) plastered to his lover's forehead with sweat. He never appreciated the grappling fingers just searching for an anchor. He never had anyone to appreciate this way and he had no intention of ever letting this go.

Kurt pecked Blaine's slips, pulling off before the synapses in Blaine's brain could even meet to kiss back. "Are you ready?"

Blaine nodded; Kurt could feel his heart pounding against his own chest. "I need to hear you say it, baby."

"Yes, please."

"Okay, you have to tell me if you want me to stop, okay?"

"I duh-don't think that's gonna happen."

"Blaine-"

"I will."

Kurt used his free hand to press the head of his dick right against Blaine's hole and slowly pushed in past the first ring as he kissed him passionately. Blaine couldn't even kiss back. He just moaned against Kurt's lips as he slowly pushed past the second ring. He paused as Blaine's breath hitched and looked up to see his eyes clenched shut.

"You okay?" Kurt choked out whilst using all of his self-control to not fuck him right now.

"Yea, just-just a lot. Pl-please move."

Kurt slowly continued to fully sheath himself as his peppered his jawline with chaste kisses with Blaine's five o'clock shadow tickling his lips.

After what seemed like a million years, but was really not even 30 seconds, Kurt bottomed out and Blaine was gripping at Kurt's back. He would be surprised if he was bleeding, but he didn't care. It'd be worth it.

Kurt began to give slow, shallow thrusts, wanting to make sure Blaine was ready. He watched as Blaine tried to hide his head in his again, perhaps in an attempt to be quiet. "No baby, I want to hear you. There's no one here. Tell me what you want." God, I love you so much.

"Fuck, so good. Please. Move." Kurt pulled out almost all the way and pushed back in with a snap. "Oh, fuck!" Blaine yelled, giving Kurt all the information he needed.

Kurt spent the next ten minutes changing the tempo from fast to slow to outright pausing, as he flicked his tongue over Blaine's nipples. Kurt listened to Blaine's cries and mutterings well enough to know that he was about to come. But no, Kurt couldn't have that, not yet. Right as the wave began to crest, he stopped and just nibbled on Blaine's ear.

Blaine cried out "Oh my-oh, please."

Kurt flicked the lobe and just whispered "No."

Blaine faux cried, as he tried to fumble and get a hand on his dick.

"I said, no." Blaine threw his hand up and pulled his own hair in frustration. "Soon baby."

Kurt day straight up and moved Blaine's left leg so his legs and hips were to the side, but Blaine's shoulders were still flat on the bed. He slipped out while moving him, so he quickly realigned himself and moved to bottom himself out.

Blaine was obviously a fan of the change of position, crying out a high pitch moan when he entered him. "Jesus! Fuck!" He yelled out and Kurt just smirked.

He put his hands on Blaine's thigh and began fucking Blaine. He wasn't rough, but he wasn't taking his time. His strokes were long and confident, making sure that Blaine felt every last thrust against his prostate.

Blaine was just in a constant state of swears and moans. He alternated between yelling Kurt's name and begging him for more.

"Shit Blaine. I'm so close. I want you to come baby."

"Just k-keep doing that." Kurt lifted Blaine's leg, so his calf was resting on his right shoulder and he had easier access to Blaine's neglected dick. In addition to the easy touching, the new angle allowed Kurt to go over deeper.

It took less than a minute before Blaine was shooting all over his chest, Kurt's stomach and hand, and his sheet.

Kurt took what he thought earlier back. This was definitely the sexiest thing he has ever seen in his life. Heat building in his stomach, he quickened his pace, but not his force, and came harder than he thinks he ever had before. His hips stuttered through his orgasm as he collapsed down onto the man below him.

After he was able to catch his breath, he pulled out of Blaine before they could get too sensitive and pulled off the condom throwing it in the waste bin next to the bed. He wasted no time getting back in bed and rolling Blaine to face him.

"Hi." He said coyly when Blaine's gaze finally met his eyes. I love you.

"Oh. My. God." Blaine replied giving him a hard, close lipped kiss.

Kurt chuckled. "Was that okay?"

"Okay?" Blaine scoffed. "Fuck. That was amazing. Mind blowing. I-I don't even really have all words. I think I'll be happy to stay in bed with you all day, every day."

"While, I don't disagree, I think our responsibilities beg to differ."

"Boo."

"But there's nothing stopping us from just being like this all night. Let me bask in your beauty, babe." *Please say you love me too.

"Mmm." Blaine curled into the crook of Kurt's arm and rested his cheek on his chest. He was perfectly content like that until he happened to stretch his tightening muscles and went right into a wet sticky spot of lube and body fluids.

"Ugh, babe."

"Sshhh, basking."

"Come on, I'm gross, you're gross, this bed is gross."

Kurt huffed and pulled himself out of bed. "Fiiiine. Where are your sheets, I'll go grab some new ones while you get ready to shower?" He didn't even bother to put on any pants before heading to the linen closet in the hall.

Blaine glanced over at the nightstand as he stood up and stretched his body. He was stiff, but nothing ached. This was so much better than he ever even thought was possible. He remembered back to his night with Rachel, well, what he could remember of it and it was nice, it felt good, but this was pure ecstasy.

His phone light up yet again. He sat down on the edge of the bed and opened his message app. Santana had texted him 21 times. Jesus Christ.

Ugh B, answer me.

I'm sorry.

I was only looking out for you.

Five minutes later:

Wait a second.

You dirty little man.

You're totally getting your back blown out right now.

I can sense it.

I can practically smell it.

Another 10 minutes later:

Shit, ur still going.

Haha no wonder he's mr popular, he's definitely no one minute man.

Or are you no one minute man.

No, definitely him.

I'm so proud of you B.

Get it in!

Oh come on.

There's no way ur still ducking.

Fuck

Stupid autocorrect

Fucking*

I expect a full report from you mister.

The last one just came in:

Auntie Snixx is proud of you.

Blaine just smirked as he replied before heading out to shower.

How do you do that? - Blaine

My Mexican third eye.

Haha! I was right. - Santana

You're Puerto Rican. - Blaine

Semantics.

I expect a full, dirty report in the morning, B. - Santana

Yes ma'am - Blaine

Goodnight. *sniffles* my little boy is now a man. - Santana

Shut up. – Blaine

Blaine was definitely going to sleep a happy man that night.

(Ah, he gave me all, he gave it all to me to me, say can't you see)
I love you

Song: Silly Love Songs - Wings

More plot development and some time jumps coming up!