December seemed to fly by. After finishing with Mercedes in the recording studio, Blaine spent the majority of the next two weeks working on perfecting the mixes. Seeing Kurt at the end of a long day listening to the same songs over and over again was a welcome relief. They found all the late night haunts in the areas around their apartments. It became a fun challenge to find the best restaurants the late hour had to offer. They weren't quite ready to head to bars together, both needing the clarity sobriety gave them to keep them from rushing back into a more physical relationship.
He loved getting to know Kurt on a deeper level, getting to spend hours talking to him like he never had before. If he had thought he had loved Kurt before, it was nothing compared to knowing him completely. Their open and honest dialogue included many hard subjects. They talked more about their pasts, the ways they had been hurt before, and what they wanted in the future. Even those talks left Blaine feeling light and happy; Kurt's honesty and acceptance making the pangs disappear.
Blaine spent the remainder of his time planning and executing the idea he had had the night they went out to eat with Mercedes. Mercedes, and more importantly his bosses, were impressed with his work when he presented it to them a week before his deadline. Tony was pissed when Mercedes was permanently assigned to Blaine officially. Blaine tried not to seem too pleased, but he knew his happiness had to be clear by the way Tony refused to talk to him unless forced to. Blaine decided not to spend too much time on that lost relationship. Now that he proved he could handle the best accounts, he hoped he would be entrusted with more.
He also was sure to share the spotlight with Maddox, pointing out how he had done a great job working in the booth. He also used his new pull to make sure he could mentor Maddox whenever possible. Blaine knew this perk did not endear Maddox to his fellow interns, he had been there before, but Maddox didn't seem to mind the grumbles.
Once Mercedes' tracks were finished, Blaine could focus on the holidays. His gift giving list wasn't long, but this year there were three very important additions. He wanted to make sure he bought something special for Cooper, who had been there for him so much in the last couple of months. For someone whom he hadn't felt a connection with, though he had known him his whole life, Cooper had stepped up, first listening to his heartache but rejoicing with Blaine when he had told him about his rekindled relationship with Kurt. He wanted to make sure Cooper knew how much he appreciated it.
The Hummels were also a part of his Christmas list. Blaine wanted them to know how much their acceptance meant to him. Even though he couldn't accept their invitation to Christmas, he needed to show them he was still thinking about them. He knew Kurt had told them why. That wasn't enough for Blaine. He picked out, with a little help from Kurt, something personal for them.
Kurt. He was the most important addition. His gift was highest on Blaine's list.
They had discussed the holidays not long after Mercedes had left.
"I don't like the idea of you spending Christmas alone," Kurt had whispered, snuggling into Blaine's arms.
"It won't be the first time," Blaine tried to soothe him.
Kurt grumbled, "That doesn't make me feel better. I understand why you don't feel like you can go back to Ohio, yet, I do. I just hate the idea of you in this big city all alone."
"I'll be fine." Blaine deflected. "How long are you going to be gone?"
Kurt sighed, "I leave December 21, and my flight gets back the 28th. So a week."
"Do you want to come with me to my company's New Year's party?" Blaine asked, glad that Kurt would be back in plenty of time.
He was also glad that Kurt remained relaxed and snuggled into his arms as he answered.
"I would love to. What is the dress code? Do I need to buy something special?"
Blaine smiled, "Semi-formal. It's just a chance to dress up a little, so you don't have to buy anything unless you want to."
"And miss the opportunity to buy something for myself?" Kurt chuckled, tightening his hold around Blaine's waist.
"So when can we do our Christmas?" Blaine asked.
Kurt kissed Blaine's neck lazily, not ready to move from their position.
"I plan on being here as soon as my plane lands."
"Good," Blaine had said.
Blaine wished that they could spend Christmas together and realized it was his own insecurities that were preventing it, but just knowing Kurt was coming to him as soon as possible was enough to make it better. However, Blaine wasn't going to allow Christmas day to pass without Kurt knowing how much he meant to him.
The day Kurt left, Blaine tried to busy himself, hoping to forget that Kurt was so far away. Nothing really helped, though. No new projects at work meant Blaine couldn't lose himself in the music. His present-buying was finished. Most of his New York friends were working or traveling, too. Blaine was at a loss with what to do.
After a while he dug his guitar out of the closet and plucked away on it to pass the time. At one time he had flirted with the idea of being a musician. He wanted to be a singer/songwriter. The song writing part was what did that dream in, but he still loved to play, though he rarely got the chance.
He was surprised when his phone rang. His surprised doubled when he saw Kurt's name there on the screen.
"Hello?" Blaine answered.
"I miss you already," Kurt sighed down the line.
Blaine couldn't help but smile. "And here I was afraid I was going to be the only one. I miss you, too. How is Ohio?"
"Flat and covered with snow, like always," Kurt mumbled.
"Kurt," Blaine admonished.
Kurt sighed again, "It's fine. My dad and Carole are fussing over me like always. I swear they both spend the holidays trying to fatten me up. Honestly I think they do it so they can eat whatever they want. It's kinda cute actually. I just wish you were here."
"Me, too, honestly," Blaine admitted. "Part of me wishes I had just gone with you, not worried about what I might have felt. But I do like the idea of going with you this summer. Maybe we could convince your dad to have a barbeque."
"God, he would love that," Kurt laughed.
They talked until Burt insisted Kurt spend time with them, but before they hung up, Kurt promised to call him whenever he could.
Kurt was true to his word and called him at every available opportunity. Blaine was happy to spend the time just being able to talk to Kurt. They had done so much of that since Blaine had shown up on his door, but Blaine never tired of it. The more they talked and the more he learned, the more he wanted to know everything about Kurt.
The time apart crept by. Blaine woke up on Christmas morning a little sad to spend it alone, but happy in the knowledge that Kurt and the Hummels would be opening their presents soon. He knew it would probably be hours before he would hear from Kurt. He would be busy with his family. Blaine planned on doing just what he had the past few years: curl up on the couch and binge watch The Lord of the Rings before going out for Chinese food.
He was surprised when he received a text from Kurt.
One of your Christmas presents should be there soon. You are home, right?
Blaine laughed; only Kurt could have commandeered a courier service on Christmas Day.
I wasn't planning on leaving until dinner time. Did you get my present?
Blaine began to worry that the package with Kurt's and his parent's presents hadn't made it. He waited for Kurt to text back when someone buzzed his apartment. Without even talking to them he hit the button to open the door, knowing it must be the courier.
Kurt still hadn't answered when there was a knock at his door. Blaine opened it, and his breath left his body seeing Kurt standing there with his luggage, looking windblown but with a huge smile on his face.
"Kurt, what are you doing here?" Blaine gaped before launching himself at the man. His kiss was just shy of desperate.
They kissed for long moments in Blaine's open doorway.
When Kurt pulled back he whispered, "I got your present last night and… I just couldn't be in Ohio with you here. I called the airline and changed my flight."
"Your parents?" Blaine asked, shocked.
"We had Christmas just after midnight. They understood. I just…. I love you, Blaine. I am completely and perfectly in love with you. And I just couldn't face another second without you knowing, without you hearing it from me in person."
Blaine couldn't breathe from the way his heart seemed to be filling up the entirety of his chest. He could feel tears in his eyes and blinked, trying to clear them. All the while Kurt stood in front of him, cupping his cheek lightly in his hand and his face unafraid. Blaine took in a shuddering breath before saying the words he had been longing to utter for so long.
"I love you, too, Kurt."
Kurt kicked the door shut behind him before capturing Blaine's lips in a sweet, slow kiss, stealing the rest of the air from Blaine's body. They had done plenty of kissing in the last month but none compared to this moment. The kiss was not needy or wanting but filled with the emotions they finally had given voice to, not yelled in desperation, or written with a shaky hand, but spoken with sureness and devotion. Blaine melted into the kiss, feeling his whole body relax against Kurt's as he folded his arms around Blaine's shoulder pulling him closer.
When they finally broke the kiss, Blaine couldn't pull himself away, he nuzzled his nose into the crook of Kurt's neck finding comfort in the smell he knew he would find there. Kurt rubbed his back, somehow knowing that Blaine needed a moment to fully absorb what just happened. The tears came unbidden, wetting Kurt's neck.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Kurt asked pulling away so he could see Blaine's face.
Blaine rolled his eyes at his own reaction.
"It's just… I woke up, and I was dreading today, and it turned out to be one of the best days of my life."
The tears came faster, and Kurt kissed them away one by one.
"Don't cry." Kurt soothed.
"I can't help it," Blaine laughed. "I think I am in emotional overload."
Kurt led him to the couch and wrapped him in his arms as Blaine cried, relieved and feeling happier than he could imagine. When he got the tears under control, he couldn't help but laugh again.
"Sorry, I don't think my brain was ready to go from being kind of miserable to ecstatic in a matter of seconds."
"God, but I love you." Kurt sighed. "Are you ready to open your presents?"
"You mean you're not it? Because I don't think even you can top this," Blaine chuckled, feeling giddy.
"I don't think anything could top your present to me," Kurt said, kissing the top of Blaine's head. "I may have smuggled my dad's turntable home so I could listen to it every waking moment."
"You didn't have to do that." Blaine snickered. "I have digital copies of both tracks. I just thought you might like the aesthetic of the vinyl better."
Blaine had spent weeks with Maddox, recording two songs for Kurt: Your Song and Unforgettable. He painstakingly perfected the mixing and had enlisted a contact through work to have them pressed into a vinyl record just for him.
Kurt shook his head.
"The record was perfect. You really do listen to everything I say don't you? I told you about those records once, months ago. I sat there listening with my parents, and it hit me. Not only were the songs perfect, but you know me better than maybe anyone in my life, and you still love me. You have shown me in so many little ways, and I… it's not that you love an ideal me, or just one version or me, but all of me, even the parts of me that aren't so loveable. I don't love you because you love me, it just gives me the courage to tell you. I know I can trust you with my heart."
"I promise you, Kurt, I won't do anything to break your trust. I have already lost you before, and I don't want to lose you again. You mean the world to me." Blaine promised looking intently into Kurt's beautiful eyes.
Kurt's gaze remained strong as he affirmed, "I don't ever want to lose you either. I love you."
"I don't think I will ever get tired of hearing you say that." Blaine grinned. "I love you."
Kurt leaned in and kissed him slowly and gently, tangling his finger's in Blaine's hair.
When he pulled back he rasped, "Presents."
Blaine blinked at him a moment before he understood what he was saying. "Let me just…" Blaine said indicating to his closet.
They both stood. Blaine retrieved two packages from his closet, while Kurt went to his luggage by the door and brought over a large bag.
Before Kurt even made it back to the couch Blaine was saying, "Can you please open my presents first? You already got the most important one."
Kurt smiled fondly at him, and any nerves that his other presents would be found lacking disappeared. "Ok."
Kurt sat next to him and held a hand out to Blaine. He handed him the smallest package first. Kurt bounced lightly in his seat as he took it. Blaine couldn't help but smile at Kurt's giddiness.
Kurt tore open the paper to reveal a CD case. Mercedes Jones' face in black and white looked up from the cover.
"You are one of the first people to get a copy. I had to ask Mercedes for permission, but of course she was thrilled at the idea. You obviously can't play it in public until it is released... " Blaine interrupted himself, he was losing his train of thought. "Turn it over."
Kurt turned the case over in his hand. Blaine watched as he scanned the writing on the back. Blaine knew when he saw it; Kurt drew in a breath and a proud smile filled his face. Below the track list, in bold letters read, 'Sound Engineer: Blaine Anderson'.
"It's my first cover credit," Blaine smiled.
Kurt beamed at him, clutching the case to his chest.
"I am so proud of you. I can't wait to listen to it, to hear how you worked your magic."
Blaine handed him the other present and watched expectantly as Kurt ripped into it. Kurt stared at the box in his hand, his mouth a little open.
"It's a digital artist pad. It connects with your computer. I called the shop and asked Elliott if you had one, and he said you didn't. I thought you could use it," Blaine babbled unnerved by Kurt's continued silence.
"This is the one I wanted…" he finally whispered.
"Really?" Blaine asked, preening at getting it right.
Kurt looked at him, his face pained. "This is so expensive… you really shouldn't have."
"Hey," Blaine soothed, "I wanted to. If it makes you feel better, I got a really great deal on it. I just… I wanted to get you something you would use."
"You couldn't have gotten that good a deal on it." Kurt whispered.
Blaine took Kurt's hand in his, "Do you like it?"
"Yes, of course but…" Kurt admitted.
"Then don't worry about the price, please. Remember I have a very short Christmas list, I had the money and I wanted to get it. Plus, I did get a really great deal. I promise I didn't spend as much money as you think I did."
"Really?" Kurt asked hopefully.
"Really," Blaine assured him.
A true smile returned to Kurt's face.
"Thank you. I love it. I can't wait to try it out."
Kurt placed a sweet kiss on his lips, only lingering a moment before pulling back and announcing, "Your turn."
First, he pulled out of the bag a large, flat package wrapped in silver paper. When Blaine took it he was surprised how light it was. He pulled the paper away. Blaine looked at the painting, it showed a city street in bright reds, oranges, and blues. A couple walked, arms wrapped around each other, illuminated by the yellow street lamps. Blaine took in the men, he could see the hint of his own physique in the shorter of the two. His companion was leaner with lighter hair.
"It's us," Kurt whispered.
"I know," Blaine said with awe. "It's amazing. I love it."
He looked over at Kurt, who looked relieved.
He licked his lips before saying, "Okay one more."
This package was smaller. Blaine carefully unwrapped it. He looked confused at the blank canvas in front of him. He looked questioningly at Kurt.
"I want you on my wall," Kurt said.
This didn't clear anything up for Blaine, and he opened his mouth, unsure what question he should ask.
"At the shop. The portraits on my wall are of people who are the most important to me. I want to paint you, so everyday, when I am working, I can look over and see your beautiful face alongside the rest of my family," Kurt blushed.
Blaine's breath hitched. The magnitude of what Kurt was saying, the unspoken part of the present was clear to him. Kurt considered him family, not just a boyfriend or a lover, but an essential part of his life; something that Blaine didn't have anymore.
Blaine nodded his head, trying to rein in his tears once more.
"Do I need to sit or…" Blaine asked with a choked voice.
Kurt smiled at him sweetly. "A picture will do."
"I… I am honored. I can't wait to see how you see me," Blaine sighed.
Kurt took the canvas out of Blaine's hand and laid it on the table on top of the painting. He scooted closer on the couch, erasing any unnecessary space between them.
"So, I thought of a first I can share with you." Kurt purred.
Blaine's heartbeat picked up at the implication of Kurt's words. "Oh, really. What is that?" he croaked back.
"Well," Kurt began and Blaine couldn't miss the way his tongue emphasized the L in the word. "I've never had sex on Christmas Day."
Blaine's breath hitched, "What a coincidence, neither have I."
The kiss was intense from the moment their lips met. Kurt's fingers curled into Blaine's hair, holding him close as the ball of his tongue ring massaged expertly every spot it touched. Blaine could hear himself making needy noises, but couldn't stop himself. Kurt was sure in his movements and Blaine knew that meant he was sure that they were ready to make this next step. His sureness meant the world to Blaine, he knew it was Kurt's way to show him he loved and trusted him.
Blaine's hands held tightly to Kurt's shoulders needing the anchor. He was overwhelmed by emotion, desire, and Kurt. Before he knew what was happening, Kurt was climbing into his lap, never breaking the kiss, but bringing their bodies closer.
When Kurt ended the kiss, it was only to move it down to Blaine's neck, "I love you," he whispered into Blaine's skin. Kurt began sucking on the spot behind Blaine's ear causing his brain to short circuit for a moment.
When he finally regained control of his mouth he stuttered, "I… I love..you."
Blaine could feel himself hardening, his cock trapped beneath Kurt's beautiful ass. Kurt's fingers caressed Blaine's nipples sending a shock of arousal through him. Instinctively his hips bucked sending his erection rutting into Kurt from ass to cock.
Above him Kurt's actions stilled and for a fraction of a second Blaine was sure he was going to panic. Instead Kurt rolled his ass over Blaine's cock in such a perfect way he couldn't hold back a shocked, "Fuck."
Kurt's lips found Blaine's again. His kiss was needy as his ass continued to work Blaine into a frenzy beneath him. Blaine could feel himself spiralling to his orgasm but couldn't find it in himself to ask Kurt to stop. His hands had moved down to Kurt's waist holding him tight.
Suddenly Kurt stilled above him and pulled away from the kiss, panting. Blaine looked up at him, his eyes wide. Kurt's eyes were closed, his breathing frantic. Blaine was about to ask if Kurt was okay when his eyes opened looking at him with large, lost eyes.
"Wait," he rasped, "I… this was supposed to slow and romantic… I wanted to make love to you, I wanted this to be different."
Blaine cupped Kurt's face, who leaned into the touch. "I was almost always making love to you Kurt. This… what we have has never been a casual fuck. I have always tried to show you how I felt with my body, I think you did, too. It doesn't have to be slow and sweet to be about love. It just has to be us."
Blaine leaned up and kissed Kurt gently. When he pulled back he said, "I never wanted it to end either, because even when I couldn't tell you what I felt, I could show you, I could make you feel my love, and I never felt more cherished than when you were so focused on making me feel good."
Kurt looked at him and his eyes softened. "You're right but… I don't want to come on your couch with my pants still on, do you?"
Blaine couldn't help the laugh that barked out of him. "You're right. Maybe we should move this to the bed."
Blaine watched as Kurt shifted his weight off Blaine, until he was sitting beside him instead. He began toeing off his boots, "You are so smart, why do you think I love you?" he teased.
"And here I thought it was my sparkling personality and sexy, young body." Blaine teased back.
Kurt's voice was high and breathy when he said, "Well those are on the list, too. It's a really long list."
Now both barefoot, Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand and stood. He backed his way to Blaine's bed, not taking his eyes off Blaine, the coy smile Blaine first saw on Kurt so many months ago at Neverland firmly in place. Blaine licked his lips at the knowledge that he had no idea what Kurt would throw at him next. Just when he thought he had him figure out, Kurt would surprise him. He was sexy confident again, and Blaine loved that.
When they reached the bed, Kurt sat and pulled Blaine to stand between his legs. Blaine expected to be pulled into a kiss, instead Kurt's hands roved up his arms, feeling the muscles there before sliding them down his chest to the hem of his t-shirt. Blaine steadied himself with his hands on Kurt's shoulders. Kurt was looking up at him, his eyes serious.
"I love you," Kurt hummed, rucking Blaine's shirt up exposing his belly. He leaned forward peppering kisses across Blaine's skin.
Kurt paused his kisses only long enough to say, "Take your shirt off."
Blaine pulled his shirt up over his head. As his head emerged from the confines of the fabric, he felt Kurt teasing at the waistband of his pants. Blaine husked, "Please."
Slowly, Kurt pulled down Blaine's pajama pants exposing his cock to the cool air of the room. He nuzzled his cheek against Blaine's thigh, his nose brushing lightly against his shaft. Kurt placed a kiss in the crease of Blaine's leg, then his eyes shifted to look at Blaine and asked, "Can we… is it okay if we don't use a condom for this part?"
"I was just tested last month, I'm healthy as always." Blaine said, not able to let his mind grasp everything that Kurt was asking.
"I know, we talked about that before, but is it okay?" Kurt asked again.
Blaine could only nod for a moment, "Please," he whined finally.
Kurt's tongue flicked out, and at first just the tip traced the vein up Blaine's cock. When he reached the head, it circled its way around. Heat then engulfed the head as Kurt took just the tip in his mouth. Blaine couldn't hold back his noises of delight at the sensation of Kurt's mouth around him, hot and wet. The cool metal of Kurt's tongue ring rolled into his slit pulling more sounds out of Blaine unbidden. Kurt sucked and slid his mouth lower and lower until Blaine could feel himself slipping down his throat. He had been blown before without a condom, however, he didn't remember it being this amazing before. Kurt continued to bob and suck, using his tongue ring to make Blaine fall apart. His knees began to buckle, and he could feel his balls tighten.
"Kurt!" Blaine warned. Kurt slowly pulled off.
He looked up at Blaine, his lips red and wet. Blaine couldn't resist. He straddled Kurt's lap, kissing him, needing to taste himself on Kurt's tongue. Blaine kissed him like it was the only thing keeping him alive; desperate and hungry. One of Kurt's hands caressed Blaine's hip, while the other cupped Blaine's jaw.
Blaine released Kurt's lips but continued kissing Kurt's face, ear, jaw, and neck.
"You taste amazing." Kurt rasped. "I've never…"
Kurt's meaning became completely clear, and Blaine captured Kurt's mouth once more. Apparently condoms were not something Kurt only insisted on for hookups. There was something alluring about knowing he was the first person he had felt comfortable enough to trust like that.
When Blaine pulled back again, trying to catch his breath and leaned his forehead against Kurt's, it dawned on him that while he was completely naked, Kurt was still fully dressed. That will not do. Blaine thought.
He opened his eyes, to see Kurt staring back into them. Eyes connected, Blaine reached for the buttons of Kurt's shirt, popping them through their holes one by one until it slid off Kurt's shoulders. He wanted to see all of Kurt, even more than he wanted to be close in that moment. Blaine pulled himself away from Kurt's gaze and stood long enough to pull Kurt's shirt off before resting on his knees between Kurt's feet. Kurt looked down at him with hooded eyes as Blaine worked to unfasten Kurt's pants. Kurt lifted his ass so Blaine could remove the last articles of clothing separating them.
Blaine kissed his way up Kurt's legs. When he reached his cock he paused. He wanted to take it in his mouth, bare for the first time, but he didn't want to do it on his knees on the hard cold floor; he wanted to take his time and enjoy it.
Blaine kissed lightly at the inside crook of Kurt's leg before saying, "Scoot up on the bed."
Kurt did as he was told and laid back with his head on Blaine's pillow, his legs splayed. Blaine climbed on the bed, filling the space between Kurt's legs. Although Kurt's beautiful, hard cock was calling to be sucked, the rest of his body was calling to be worshipped. Blaine spread his body out on top of Kurt, lining them up perfectly, his focus intent on Kurt's lips. Kurt's arms grasped his shoulders as their tongues explored each other's mouth, their bodies undulating to an unheard rhythm. Blaine trailed kisses across Kurt's face then pulled his earlobe into his mouth. Kurt cried out as Blaine moved to suck the spot behind his ear. He continued to move his mouth down Kurt's body kissing, licking, nipping, and sucking as he went. He knew the spots that drove Kurt wild- the crook of his neck, his nipples, the line of his last rib, his hip bones- and made sure to lavish them with the attention they deserved, all the while listening to the delicious noises Kurt was making above him, spurring him on.
Blaine's body felt on fire. The flame started in the pit of his stomach, lighting his body ablaze with desire. He nosed the soft skin of Kurt's hard leaking cock and asked, "This is okay now, right?"
Kurt gasped, "Please."
Blaine looked up to see Kurt looking down at him, his eyes dark and awed. Blaine didn't break eye contact as he licked a swipe up Kurt's erection before gathering the precome onto his tongue. He relished in the taste as Kurt panted above him. Blaine couldn't wait any longer and sunk his mouth over Kurt's cock taking it as deep as he could go.
"Oh my god!" Kurt cried above him. As much as Blaine loved sucking dick, Kurt's noises made it even better. He was even more responsive than he had ever been with the condom between them.
Blaine continued to bob his head, then he snuck one hand between them, rolling Kurt's heavy balls, while the other fisted the base of Kurt's cock. His jaw ached with the effort and moved to caress Kurt's perineum. Kurt's hips bucked, sending his cock deeper down Blaine's open throat, and Blaine's finger brushed up against his hole.
Kurt cried out in a mixed apology and pleasure. Blaine pulled off watching Kurt's face as the teased lightly at his hole. Kurt's head was thrown back, quivering and keening at the movement.
"Is this okay?" Blaine asked, kissing Kurt's legs but not taking his eyes off his face.
Kurt stammered, "Yes."
Blaine sucked Kurt's cock back in his mouth and continued to rub gently at his hole, all the while Kurt kept making the most beautiful noises. Blaine almost felt like he could come just from this, Kurt's pleasure seeming to double his own.
Suddenly Kurt was batting at Blaine's head stuttering, "S-stop!"
Blaine pulled off again, and Kurt's eyes were closed, his face pained.
"Are you alright?" Blaine asked sliding up the bed to see him better.
"Just… just trying not to come," Kurt gasped.
Blaine traced the lines of music on Kurt's arms, waiting for him to say when he was ready for more. When Kurt opened his eyes, his head lolled to one side looking at Blaine. His smile was lopsided as he whispered, "I love you."
Blaine chuckled, kissing one side of that gorgeous smile, "I love you."
Kurt rolled over mirroring Blaine's position, he kissed him lazily for a moment, before throwing a leg over Blaine's hip moving them closer together. Kurt's fingers soothed over Blaine's tattoo, knowing each line without having to look. The kiss grew in intensity and then Kurt was pushing Blaine over on his back. Kurt sat up for a moment, fishing the lube out of the bedside drawer before turning his full attention on Blaine.
Kurt kissed every inch of Blaine's body, much in the same manner Blaine had done to him. Blaine just let himself be lost in the sensation of Kurt worshiping his body, kisses and nips punctuated with 'I love you's'. Soon Kurt was nudging Blaine's legs apart, his wet finger caressing his hole. Blaine felt his body open up to Kurt's ministrations.
Blaine half expected Kurt to forgo the condom this time too, but he reached into the drawer to pull one out. Blaine's face must have shown his question because Kurt said, "Easy clean up."
Kurt rolled the condom on himself, slicking it with lube. He spread himself out on top of Blaine kissing him with so much emotion Blaine could feel tears in his eyes again. He pulled away and looked up at Kurt, his face open, showing all his feelings clearly. "I love you so much," Blaine murmured.
Kurt cupped his cheek in one hand, "Love you too."
Blaine wrapped his legs around Kurt's waist and Kurt only looked away to grip and steady his cock. His eyes met Blaine's as he pierced him with his cock. Once Kurt was fully seated, Blaine feeling that fullness again after so long apart, they just stared into each other's eyes for a moment. Kurt leaned down, and the kiss was so overwhelming, Blaine felt so full of emotions he felt he might combust right there.
Slowly Kurt began to move his hips, drawing his cock out of Blaine's body, only to slide back in causing every nerve in Blaine's body to tingle, all the while their kiss never breaking. The slow build was almost too much for Blaine in its simplicity; just the drag of Kurt's cock at his entrance and across is prostate in an unending loop. His head wasn't swimming with barely caught breaths from being pounded into this time; his mind was clear, and he could feel every place Kurt was touching him with such clarity, everything seemed heightened.
It felt like hours that their bodies undulated together in that perfect, blissful way before Kurt broke the kiss and stared down at Blaine his eyes dark. "You are everything," he whispered.
"Kurt," Blaine whined.
Kurt seemed to know just what he needed and increased the speed of his thrust. He guided Blaine's legs from around his waist until they were crossed and pinned between their bodies. The changes sent Kurt's cock even deeper, and Blaine threw his head back in ecstacy.
Blaine couldn't move his hip to meet Kurt's thrusts, he could only take and feel as Kurt began to pound into him just the way he craved. After the long, slow burn of desire, it was almost too much. Blaine's body felt heighten in a way it never had before, and with Kurt fucking into him with such precision and passion, Blaine felt like he was spiralling in a vortex of rapture. His hand grasped at Kurt's ass trying to pull him deeper. His fingers slipped down Kurt's crack, meeting his hole. Kurt closed his eyes and shivered with pleasure. Kurt thrust harder into the heat of Blaine, and his mouth latched onto Blaine's collarbone, sucking and marking the spot.
It wasn't long before Blaine felt completely out of control, pleasure and passion the only things he could feel besides Kurt's perfect cock. Kurt was rasping words of love into his skin, barely audible over his own cries of bliss.
"Please," Blaine begged, not sure what he was asking for.
Kurt tugged relentlessly at Blaine's cock matching the rhythm of of his own hips. Blaine babbled half formed thoughts as he felt himself tipping over the edge. He squeezed his eyes against the onslaught of sensations, every fiber of his being acute and aware of each inch of Kurt's body.
"Kurt!" Blaine keened as stars burst behind his eyes, and his whole body sparked and he exploded with his climax before going limp and pliant under Kurt's body.
Kurt followed not long after collapsing onto Blaine's prone body. Blaine felt like his head was floating, the only thing keeping him from drifting away was the weight of Kurt on top of him. When his mind began to clear, he became aware of three things: Kurt's cock was no longer inside him, his legs were no longer crossed between them, and Kurt was gently kissing every inch of Blaine's face that he could reach.
Blaine opened his eyes, and Kurt pulled back to look down at him.
"I thought I broke you for a second," he whispered, his eyes concerned.
Blaine huffed a single laugh, "I think I may have come my brains out."
Kurt smiled down at him, his expression soft and loving.
"Can we cuddle now?" Kurt asked.
"Always," Blaine assured him.
"Can… Can I be the little spoon this time?" Kurt requested softly.
Blaine pulled in a surprised breath, before saying, "Of course."
Kurt rolled over onto his side, and Blaine wrapped his body around Kurt's holding him tight against his chest. Kurt's sigh of contentment was enough to bring a smile to Blaine's face. Blaine held him close and Kurt drifted off to sleep. Blaine lay awake, his boyfriend, his lover, his everything in his arms, and thought about the road that lead them here. With Kurt relaxed in his arms, Blaine allowed himself to daydream about a future with him. In that moment it seemed in reach.