AN: Look at that, not too long between posting! Enjoying this chapter as I work on the next one. :)
Kurt glanced at the box and opened and closed his mouth, not knowing what to say. The man smiled and snapped the box closed making Kurt flinch, before he placed it down on the bed.
"I… I'm not sure how to…" Kurt started pulling his eyes away from the box to meet the gleaming eyes of his client, "I'm not sure what you want."
The man shook his head and lifted a hand to place a finger softly against Kurt's lips. "No need to talk." His finger dragged down Kurt's lips and chin and neck, until he placed his palm against Kurt's chest and pushed. Kurt followed to movement allowing himself to fall back and sit on the bed. The man smiled and knelt next to him.
He trailed his hands down Kurt's sides, making goosebumps rise on his skin, and then reached his for his boxer briefs pulling them down and arching a brow until Kurt lifted his ass allowing the underwear to be fully pulled off and tossed to the side.
"Lay down" The man said.
Kurt nodded and started to lay down on his back, he man furrowed his dark brows and shook his head.
Okay… right. Kurt rolled over laying on his stomach, his naked body stretched out on the bed.
"Fucking gorgeous." The man said letting a hand trail down Kurt shoulders, over his shoulder blades, down his curve of his back and then over the swell of his ass. Kurt sucked in a tight breath as the man squeezed an ass cheek.
Kurt was nervous, his muscles tight and on the verge of trembling. This man hadn't done anything yet, but the items in that box were worrisome and he had Mr. Osiris threat ringing in his ears. Was the man sent to him by Mr. Osiris? If so, what plans did he have for Kurt?
It didn't take long to get at least a partial answer to that question. The man grabbed a bottle of lube and started working Kurt open. He wasn't really wasting any time here was he? Kurt tried to even out his breathing as the man pushed the tip of a finger inside of him and started pumping it in and out.
Kurt had gone through this dozens of times with many different men, it shouldn't bother him anymore. This was normal, the man was even being careful not to work Kurt open too quickly. Still Kurt was having trouble containing his nerves. It was made worse by the fact that the man was silent and had instructed Kurt not to talk. He wanted to ask what the man wanted, maybe flirt a little. Anything to give him an idea of what to expect next.
Soon the man had three fingers in Kurt, slow, deliberate, and well-practiced. Kurt found he was rutting just a little against the mattress. His cock half hard and his skin growing warm.
"That should do it." The man said and he stood up from the bed, Kurt turned to watch him wash his hands with supplies left in the room for that purpose before walking back to the bed and reopening that damn box.
"What's next?" Kurt ventured to ask, hoping speaking wouldn't get him in trouble.
The mans' eye snapped from the box to Kurt with a stern expression and Kurt immediately thought back to Mr. Schue and how doing anything out of line earned him a painful spanking. The man just smiled mischievously at him though and lifted something out of the box. It was the large, black dildo.
Kurt let out an involuntary whimper.
The sound made the man's smile grow wider. "Don't worry, you can take it." He said, which didn't help elevate Kurt's worry at all.
The man knelt back on the bed next to Kurt, who was straining his head back to try and see what he was doing. The man made a tsking sound and placed his hand on Kurt's back pressing him down to the mattress. "No moving." He commanded, "We'll work on that next."
Kurt did as he was told, laying all the way down again with his cheek flat against the bed. He heard the man squirting out more lube and the telltale sound of him working it over the dildo. At least it sounded as if it would be well lubricated. Then Kurt felt the swollen plastic tip of the toy press against his hole and Kurt's hands clinched at the bedsheets as the man started pressing the dildo in.
Kurt gasped against the intrusion. However, Kurt at least gave the man credit for taking things slowly. He could have really hurt Kurt if he'd wasn't patient. At the same time, the slowness of the procedure was torturous in its own way. The dildo was long and thick, growing even thinker toward the bulging end that would remain outside of Kurt and keep it snug inside of him.
Kurt tried to follow orders and stay still as the dildo started to fill his insides and press against him in increasingly obtrusive and uncomfortable ways. It was impossible to be completely still though. He had started trembling, his muscles quivering, and his cock feeling too confined, hardening and pressed against the mattress. He shifted a little now and then because the stillness was almost painful.
The man didn't seem to mind the gentle squirming, and he seemed to enjoy the little reflexive moans and whimpers Kurt was letting out. He would encourage Kurt, "That's right. Let it out. You're taking it beautifully."
It couldn't have taken more than a few minutes to get the dildo completely sheathed in Kurt, but it had felt much longer. It had grown so wide at the end that Kurt had almost let out a shout of pain, but had bit his tongue and buried his face in the sheets instead.
The man was still muttering words of encouragement to him, rubbing a hand gently up and down Kurt's trembling back. Kurt had never felt like this. He'd had cocks of various sizes inside him, and one time a butt plug, but nothing like this. Nothing like the unrealistic length and girth of the silicone monstrosity that was currently wedged deep inside him, pressing, filling, invading him.
The man stood from the bed again, which shifted Kurt's position and pulled a helpless whimper from his lips as the dildo moved inside him. Oh god, it was too much. Kurt couldn't bare this. His hands grasped and ungrasped the sheets as his whimper grew into a distressed moan.
"He said you were vocal." The man cooed as Kurt whined, "I love that."
Kurt wondered who this "he" was. Sebastian? One of the carousal staff? …Mr. Osiris? He didn't ask. He wasn't sure he wanted to know.
The man was grabbing something else from the box now and Kurt turned a little to watch. He hissed in pain and tried to be still, okay moving was a bad idea. He allowed just his eyes to follow the man, trying to catch everything his client was doing. The man pulled out the rope and looked back at Kurt, the gleam in his eyes brighter now. "And now for my favorite part."
Kurt's breathing sped up. He'd been restrained before with other clients, but it was always cuffs or scarves tying his wrist to the bed frame. He never really loved the helpless feeling that gave him and he knew he wasn't going to like whatever required that much rope.
The man moved the box to a nearby table and came back to the bed with the coils of nylon rope in his hands. "Sit up." He ordered and Kurt's eye widened.
Sit up? Sit up? Right now? Like this? With that damn dildo pressing against his insides? Kurt didn't move. He was afraid to.
The man's eyes narrowed. "You'll be fine. Now sit up." His voice was firm and Kurt knew if he didn't move on his own the man was going to move Kurt himself.
Kurt drew in a deep breath and then flattened his palms against the bed pushing himself up like a push-up and trying not to bend or move the dildo inside him too much. It still hurt, it hurt and felt… oh god. The dildo shifted pressing against Kurt's G spot and Kurt couldn't help but let out a cry. His erection quivering.
The man just smiled, "God, you're sexy as hell."
He knelt next to Kurt again and helped maneuver him. Kurt hissed and cried out as with each movement, pain and pleasure jolted inside him. Eventually the man had him sitting, painfully, on his ass and the man moved behind him, hands smoothing down Kurt's arms and pressing them against his sides even has Kurt trembled and moaned.
"Leave those there." The man said as he started to uncoil the rope and wrap it around Kurt's torso, trapping his arms in place against him.
Anytime Kurt tried to look back at the man or what he was dong he would guide Kurt's face forward again and tug the rope a little tighter. Kurt decided it was better just to continue to look straight forward and try hard not to focus of the unyielding press of the dildo deep inside of him.
Whatever the man was doing was taking a remarkably long time. He started up at Kurt's throat wrapping the rope around him, which frighten Kurt for a moment, but the man didn't tie it tight around his neck, it seemed more like it was a place to anchor the rest of what he was doing. There were complex knots down Kurt's chest and at his sides, holding his arms tightly in place, the man looped the rope back and forth tucking and knotting and looping again.
As Kurt grew a little more use to the fill of the dildo pressing into him his breathing relaxed and he was able to appreciate – at least in part – the intricate beauty of the bondage he was being tied into. It was actually really striking… and it had to have taken skill and practice for his client to learn to do this.
If only it wasn't rendering Kurt almost completely immobile.
With every tug and knot Kurt was able to move less and less. It had to have been at least a half hour, Kurt's cock had grown soft again and his entire torso was crisscrossed in rope that kept his arms against his sides, any movement making the rope brush roughly against his skin. The man was down to Kurt's groin now, still tying complicated knots when he chuckled and flicked at Kurt's limp cock making Kurt hiss.
"Are you not enjoying this anymore?"
He looked up at Kurt and his grin grew a little chilling. "Down you go." He said and pushed against Kurt's chest. With his arms tied firmly to his sides Kurt had no balance and fell backwards like a log, bouncing on the bed a bit as the rope scratched his skin. Kurt let out a cry, the dildo finding a new excruciating position.
"I'm having fun." The man said, "You should be too." With that he paused his tying and got up from the bed again lifting the lid of the box as Kurt's heart started to thud against his chest. No no, not the box. "Here" the man said lifting a small, black rectangle piece of plastic from the box that Kurt hadn't noticed earlier. "This should help."
Kurt registered that it was some kind of remote just as the man pushed a button on it. Kurt jerked, his hips lifting in the air, as a buzzing sound filled the room and the dildo in his ass came to life.
"Oh fuck!" Kurt couldn't help the shout that tore from his lips as the oversized dildo started to vibrate and pulse. He bucked on the bed, his legs still free from restraints as he kicked them out. The feeling inside him harsh and overwhelming, the dildo vibrating him to his core, pressing against his prostrate and causing a string of expletives to be punched from Kurt's lungs and out his mouth.
The man was laughing, evidently enjoying this greatly. He walked back to the bed as placed a hand on Kurt's hip as if to still him, but Kurt couldn't help bucking around like a fish out of water. Tears stung his eyes has he continued to cry out with over stimulation.
"Shhh, shhh now." The man said still chuckling, "Maybe I should turn this down a bit."
The vibrating inside Kurt died down slightly, not as harsh and unforgiving but still insistent, pulsing against Kurt's most intimate parts and causing heat to pool in his stomach. Kurt' cock was hard again, and the man had just gotten to his groin to. Kurt's breathing was ragged as the man looped the rope around Kurt's balls and up his shaft, tying it in place and then continued on with a new length of rope over Kurt's ass and thighs. Apparently he was going to bind Kurt from neck to feet.
When he reached Kurt's knees Kurt was a trembling mess. His cock hard, but even with the rope brushing against him it wasn't enough friction to make him come. He muscles were tight and exhausted, from the vibrating inside him and from not being able to really move, his arms especially. When his client flipped him over like a piece of limp meat, it was a relief at least to be in a new position, even if that new position did become uncomfortable very quickly as the man folded Kurt's knees under him, lifting his ass.
Kurt continue to let out cries of pain as with ever new position the dildo seemed to dig in deeper. The man didn't end up tying Kurt's calves, though it didn't really matter because Kurt couldn't really move them with the way his upper legs were bound. The man did take a bit of thin rope and expertly tied the big toe on each of Kurt's' feet together.
Kurt was almost entirely secure, besides his head which he could turn sided to side, but not back and forth, he was completely immobile and helpless. Tied into a downward dog position with his arms flat against his sides and his cheek pressed hard against the mattress, taking a lot of the weight of his fixed body. And still that dildo pulsed, sending pangs throughout his frame. Kurt could feel his eyes start to tear up with the complete and utter helplessness he felt, but he wouldn't let himself cry. He'd already made that promise to himself months ago.
The man was still fully clothed and he moved to the side of the bed where Kurt could see him, crossed his arms over his chest and just stared at Kurt's powerless, trembling form.
"Stunning." He said, his voice low and gruff, "This may be my best work of art yet."
Kurt had never felt this defenseless or small before. The man was taking in every inch of him, from his face pressed against the mattress, his ass in the air with the end of a dildo protruding from it, and his bond cock hard and needy as every muscle in his body shuddered. And the man wasn't doing anything! Just standing there staring at him as Kurt's muscles ached and his belly filled with heat and the need to come.
"Please." Kurt whimpered out after a few long, painful moments. "Please, do something."
The man chuckled. "I am. I'm admiring my artistry. Osiris said you were beautiful. And you really are, but like this…" He gestured to Kurt' bond body. "You are delectable. I think there are men who would come just at the sight of you." He licked his lips as he continued to scan Kurt's body as if memorizing every part of him. Kurt had never felt so on displayed or uncomfortably seen. He also really didn't like the way this client was looking at him as if Kurt made him hungry.
Eventually the man let out a long satisfied sigh and fished the remote out of his pocket. "Time to play." He said and flipped the setting up.
The dildo's speed knocked up several levels, not just vibrating now, but actually jerking inside Kurt, pressing and pushing and invading him. Kurt shouted in distress, his body now shaking in time with the merciless toy. He would have fallen over to his side, but the man quickly strode towards him, standing behind him and hanging onto Kurt's hips to keep him in place as the dildo throbbed and Kurt yelled and shouted his cock leaked precome.
Kurt's eyes were squeezed tightly shut and he felt dizzy, as he continued to quake and his desperately hard cock pulsed, he was on the edge, he was going to come. He needed to come. He did want that, not mentally at least, but he body was begging for it. Every muscle wound tight and a light sheen a sweat over his too hot skin.
He was about to come, the dildo merciless inside him and Kurt could feel his orgasm climbing to a climax as he buck and yelled– and then, with a painful tug and a squelching sound Kurt was suddenly empty.
He could feel his hole clenching against nothing and the abrupt emptiness made him whimper and feel light headed. The relief lasted only a moment though, before he felt something else pressing into him. With an easy, slick movement he knew the man had slid his own cock inside of Kurt, easily fitting into the space the dildo once filled.
The man stated rocking, and then pumping in and out, before long he was fulling fucking Kurt, hard. In, almost out, in, almost out, Kurt rocked on the bed, his bound body defenseless to the onslaught and his mind swimming.
He just needed to come, that need left him feeling humiliated, but his body really couldn't take much more of this.
"Come on," The man grunted, "Come on!"
He tugged on the rope wrapped around Kurt's hips which caused the roped looped around Kurt's cock to tighten and that was all it took. With a guttural cry Kurt was coming – spurting against his skin, and the ropes, and the bed sheets. It only took a moment for the man to follow suit. He shouted throatily and his fingers dug into the skin of Kurt's hips as his warm cum filled Kurt.
Kurt was panting, trying hard to catch his breath, coming down from an intense orgasm as the man pumped in and out of him a couple more times before pulling out all together. He moved away from Kurt and without his hands on Kurt's hips Kurt lost his balanced and toppled to his side, unable to move.
He heard the man laughing blissfully behind him. "Jesus Christ. That was good."
Kurt couldn't see him, and he couldn't shift his body at all. All he could do was wait as his body quivered, his cock slowly grew limp, and his muscles burnt.
After a long while – the man must have been enjoying his post climax bliss – Kurt finally heard shifting behind him. The man eventually moved to where Kurt could see him, he was still clothed and zipping up his pants before he gently reached down and ran the back of his knuckles against Kurt's face. "You'll want to do some stretching before bed tonight or your muscles will seize up in your sleep. And what would be the point of that kind of pain if no one is there it enjoy watching it?"
Kurt clinched his teeth, but didn't say anything.
The man smiled again, his wooden box tucked under one arm as he leaned down and kissed Kurt's lips lightly, before turning around and leaving the room.
Kurt stared at the closed door for a moment, his mind still a bit hazy. Then he tried to move. He couldn't. Of course he couldn't. The man had spent all that time tying him up, but hadn't undone a single knot. Kurt was left helpless and immobile on the bed. Kurt again felt his eyes burn with unshed tears. He felt humiliated and small and trapped. He wanted to scream, he needed to move.
The door creaked open an inch letting in the bright light from the hallway. Kurt hid his face in the sheets the best he could.
Kurt could sense light filling the room for a moment even though he'd squeezed his eyes shut, and then it dimmed again as the door shut.
"Kurt?"
Kurt let out a shaky breath at the sound of Blaine's voice and opened his eyes. Blaine was a foot away from the bed his hand halfway stretched towards Kurt and a look of shock on his face. "Oh my god." He quickly rushed to the bed and started trying to untie one of the knots at Kurt's shoulder. It wasn't coming undone.
"I… I can't. It's so tight. Oh my god, I can't… even… a little." Blaine was working hard on the knot but it was just tugging the binds over Kurt's body and considering those same ropes were looped around his too sensitive cock it was starting to hurt.
"Blaine." Kurt hissed out
Blaine let go immediately lifting his hands in the air. "Sorry. Sorry. I… Knife. Um… I need a knife. I should have… I just – I didn't know."
He looked around the room quickly and then lifted a blanket, which was once at the end of the bed but now on the floor. He quickly drew it over Kurt, covering his nakedness. "I'll be right back. Right back."
Kurt nodded and sniffed. He still wasn't crying yet, but he was close. Mostly because he was just so tired and sore. "I'll be right here." Kurt tried to make his words sound light, but they came out a little scratchy.
Blaine nodded and rushed out of the room. He was only gone a few minutes and when he returned he seemed to have calmed himself a little. "Okay, I'm… I'm just going to start at the top." He had a large pocket knife in his hands and was very careful as he started at Kurt's shoulders, cutting the ropes and then pulling them off Kurt's neck. Kurt really couldn't think of anyone besides Ballie he would feel so calm with right now. He was still completely helpless and a man was standing over him with a sharp knife. But he knew Blaine. Blaine was going to be overly careful and Kurt would be free soon.
When the rope was off half of Kurt's torso Blaine helped him sit up, the blanket pooled around his lap still giving him some measure of modesty. Once Kurt was finally able to move his arms he stretched them out in front of him and then over his head with a long moan. They hurt from being so tense and in one position for so long. And his fingers had started to fall asleep so they tingled a little as full blood flow returned.
Blaine had stopped working, he looked down at Kurt's lap and then back up at Kurt's face. "I can keep going if you need me to or would you…"
Kurt couldn't help but smile, even though his discomfort, and how red Blaine's cheeks had gone. "I can do it from here." He took the pocket knife from Blaine and finished with the rope around his hips, ass, and cock before starting on his legs. Once Kurt was finally free he stretched out his limbs and whimpered a little. The man had been right, he was going to be sore tonight. And stretches or not, his ass was going to be sore for a while.
"Are you okay?" Blaine asked, standing nearby with a robe open in his hands ready for Kurt to slip into it.
"I'll will be okay." Kurt said and hated how shaky his voice still sounded. His body was still trembling as well.
He stood up from the bed and his knees buckled, he would have fallen to the ground, but Blaine was quick – dropping the robe and catching Kurt by the arms.
"I've got you." He said leading him to sit back on the bed. He looked Kurt in the face, his expression tight and voice worried. "Are you hurt?"
Kurt shook his head and sniffled again, "No." God, he wanted to cry. "My legs are just asleep, I'll be fine in a minute."
Blaine nodded, absent mindedly rubbing a hand comfortingly up and down Kurt's arm. He must have realized that Kurt was still naked though because after a moment he jerked back and picked up the robe holding it out to Kurt.
Kurt laughed a little as he took it, "You know I don't care if you see me naked. I mean you have already. A lot. Everyone has."
"I know." Blaine said quietly, his eyes still careful about where they landed, "But this place… it can start to make you feel… less than human. I want you to have the choice around me. What… what I see and I don't. When I can give that to you at least."
Kurt nodded, Kurt was well past the point of having any modesty, but Blaine's sweetness filled his chest with warmth. "Thank you." His legs felt better now so he tentatively tried standing again, pulling on the robe and feeling more confident on his feet. "I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to a shower." Kurt said, he knew he smelled like sweat and sex, his own cum on him this time, not just his client's. "And then pajamas."
Blaine smiled and led him out of the room, "Pajamas are the best."
"Pajamas are the best."
Kurt took a long warm shower, his muscles finally calming down and not trembling as much as he slipped on his pajamas. Blaine was waiting for him with some water and a snack if he wanted it. He wasn't hungry, but the water was very much appreciated. Blaine walked with him back to his room, mostly silent, but Kurt could tell something was on his mind.
"Did you have something you wanted to say?" Kurt asked as he opened the door to his room and nodded for Blaine to follow him in. Instead of plopping down on the bed like he wanted Kurt lowered himself slowly to the floor, still tender, but starting some yoga stretches.
"Did he hurt you? That Dustin guy?"
Kurt looked up, "Dustin? That was his name? He never said."
"Oh sorry… I should have told you beforehand. I was… I was a little nervous tonight. About… um…" Blaine rubbed the back of his neck and shifted on is feet as Kurt moved into a new position to stretch his arms. "Did he hurt you?"
Kurt sighed, "I mean… parts of what happened hurt, but not like Mr. Schue." Kurt said letting his arms drop. "Not being able to move for what felt like hours was painful and he… he… Kurt didn't really want to tell Blaine about the dildo and see the look of pain on his face. "Let's just say it was worse than it usually is – Mr. Osiris seems to be delivering on his promise – but not nearly as bad as Mr. Schue."
"I'm sorry." Blaine voice was so quite Kurt could hardly hear it.
Kurt stood and moved close to Blaine, who was looking down at the ground. "Blaine." He lifted a hand to Blaine's chin to tilt his face up. "Did you do this to me? Did you sign my contract? Tie me up? Send me difficult clients? Make me come here?"
"No." Blaine's golden eyes were wide.
"Then please don't apologize."
"I can't help not wanting bad things to happen to you."
"I know." Kurt sat down on the edge of his bed, shifting a little to try to find a comfortable position and hoping Blaine would join him. "You know what the worst part of tonight was?"
Blaine swallowed deeply as he sat down next to Kurt. "What was the worst part?"
"I… he made me." Kurt bit his lip and blinked his eyes to hold back tears, he didn't look at Blaine as he said this next part, "He made me come. And I really didn't want to. I mean… I did. I needed it. But my brain didn't want it." Kurt's voice was shaky and he had to stop talking for a moment or the tears would come.
Blaine was silent but he reached out to squeeze Kurt's hand.
"That was the first time I've… done that… since I got here. I don't even touch myself I don't… It felt wrong to have any part of me enjoy that."
"It wasn't your fault. You couldn't help it."
"I know." Kurt sighed and looked back at Blaine again, "I just… I feel betrayed by my own body." Kurt shrugged and tugged his hand out of Blaine's grasp to hug himself protectively. "I'm worried about… Before I got here I'd had sex, of course, and I really enjoyed it, but honestly the sex I had was pretty basic. Nothing wrong with that… but I'd never really been with someone who I wanted to explore things with… If that makes sense?"
Blaine nodded, watching Kurt closely.
"And now… I'm scared of who I'll be once I leave this place." Kurt laughed, but it sounded close to a sob, "I thought I'd just be able to leave this place behind, but I'm worried I won't be able to. Will I want to have sex? Or try new things? What if there are things I would have enjoyed, but are forever tainted by this place now? What if… what if… I don't know…" Kurt shook his head in frustration. "I'm afraid this place is changing me. That when I leave I won't be the same."
Blaine was silent for a moment and when he spoke his voice was soft and calm, "Kurt, you won't be the same. This place, it will change you. It already has."
Kurt could feel his expression crumple as his stomach dropped.
"No no." Blaine scooted closer, "Kurt, that doesn't mean you won't be okay. Or that you won't be you. You'll figure yourself out. You're strong, and brave, and loving. You'll be able to be find yourself and even… be intimate again after this. In your own time."
Kurt almost laughed, the relief at Blaine's words was so great, "You think so?"
"Yes. You won't lose yourself here. I won't let you. You won't let you."
Kurt smiled and leaned against Blaine, loosening his arms around himself and hoping Blaine would take his hand again as he laid it palm up. Blaine didn't disappoint curling his fingers sweetly around Kurt's hand.
"What about you? I can't be easy doing what you do, seeing what you see. You won't lose yourself either?"
"I…" Blaine sighed, "I had started to. Before I met you. You have to kind of make yourself numb to be here very long. After a while it was… I just did what was expected of me. I didn't think about it. It was like I was sleepwalking and then… and then you came and woke me up. I'll always be grateful to you for that."
Kurt's throat tightened, "Blaine I… you mean so much to me, I don't know…" He felt a tear start to roll down his cheek and he quickly wiped it off with his free hand. "Sorry."
"You can cry if you need to, Kurt."
"I work so hard not to cry in front of the clients, and now… If I start crying I might not stop for a while.
"That's okay." Blaine own voice sounded a little scratchy.
Kurt took a deep breath and shook his head. "I'm okay."
Blaine nodded, and they stayed like that for a moment, leaning against each other. Eventually Blaine moved to face him, "You're tired," he said smoothing a thumb under Kurt's eye, "And you're still trembling slightly. I should let you sleep." He started to get up from the bed, but Kurt clung to his hand.
"Wait! What if you… stayed? Can you stay? This bed isn't very big, but it would fit two. Not for… not for sex or… I mean not that you thought I meant." Kurt groaned and looked up to see that Blaine was smiling at him. "Could you stay the night?"
"You really want me to?"
"Yes. Please. I feel kind of… hollow and shaky and if you were here… I might not fall apart or spend the whole night fighting nightmares..."
"You get nightmares?"
Kurt nodded. Yes, he did. Often.
"Of course I'll stay."
Kurt sighed in relief and stood up to get his extra pair of pajamas for Blaine. He looked away as Blaine changed and then smiled as he turned around to see that his pants were too long on Blaine, but that he looked soft and sweet, and god Blaine suddenly looked as exhausted as Kurt felt. Kurt slid under the covers, and held a hand out to Blaine who allowed himself to be pulled into bed.
Kurt laid down and Blaine snuggled close next to him. "Thank you." Kurt whispered, his face so close to Blaine's.
"There's nowhere I'd rather be." Blaine smiled back at him and moved to wrap an arm around him, but paused with his arm in midair, "Is this okay? I don't want to-"
Kurt just chuckled and reached to bring Blaine's arm down and over him. "This is perfect," Kurt yawned as Blaine held him. "So perfect." He closed his eyes and tenderly nestled his face in the curve of Blaine's neck. He heard Blaine sigh and soon his breaths evened out with sleep. It took Kurt a little longer, still worked up over his time with Dustin, but soon Blaine's soothing breathing and his warm embrace lulled Kurt into the best sleep he had gotten since he'd come to the Carousal.