"Happy?" Rachel asks as she rests her head on Blaine's shoulder.

"Of course. Though I seem to be spending most of my time dancing nowadays."

"You could always join me at NYADA? Those legs are far too good to be hidden under a piano."

"No thanks. I think I'm going to become one of those musicians who spends his days locked away in a stuffy loft apartment writing songs, wearing an old stained t-shirt and sporting a scruffy beard."

"I can't see Kurt ever allowing that." she smiles at him.

Blaine dips her as they dance and kisses her forehead softly. "Thank you." he says as they straighten.

"What for?"

"For everything. For keeping our secret, for supporting us, for being my date to prom...but most of all for being such an amazing friend. I love you Rach."

"I know." she nods before hooking her chin over his shoulder so he doesn't see her tears. "I love you too. And really, we couldn't exactly have brought our significant others, could we? They're far too old."

Blaine chuckles. "They are." They dance together in contented silence until Rachel laughs softly into the crook of his neck.

"What's so funny?"

"I was just thinking. Your children will be my nieces and nephews." she grins.

"Likewise."

"Imagine their faces when we explain we were each others prom dates."

"They'll be thoroughly confused."

"Especially when we explain exactly why Kurt couldn't come."

"Oh God."

"You know you'll never have any leverage over your kids, right? Whoever they choose to date, you'll never be able to criticize, or try and stop them."

"I'll just send them to you to be chastised then."

"I wouldn't do that," she says with a grin. "I'd be far too good at keeping their secrets."

"Hey. You got a minute?" Blaine asks Kurt from the classroom doorway.

"Of course."

Blaine walks in and closes the door behind him. It's nearing the end of his free period, and the hallway will soon start filling with kids eager to make their way to the cafeteria.

"So, graduation tomorrow." Kurt points out as Blaine sits on the desk and swings his legs back and forth.

"Yeah. So..."

"Yes, I'm going to be there."

Blaine smiles broadly and ducks his head.

"As your boyfriend."

"What?" Blaine's head snaps back up as his astounded gaze meets Kurt's, who looks faintly amused.

"Technically, today is my last day. So I see no reason why tomorrow I can't turn up to watch my boyfriend graduate high school."

"Are you sure about this?"

"I've never been more sure about anything." he leans up from his chair and pecks Blaine's lips briefly. "What did you want, anyway?"

"This." Blaine answers and grabs Kurt's face in his hands and crashes their lips together. Kurt barely has time to gasp before Blaine's tongue is in his mouth and he falls into Kurt's lap. Grinding against him, Blaine kisses a burning trail from Kurt's jaw to his ear before scraping his teeth down his neck.

"Shit Blaine! What are you doing? The door's not locked, I..."

But Blaine is relentless, untucking Kurt's shirt from his pants and running his hands over his stomach, he slides from his lap and onto the floor, where he kneels between Kurt's legs.

"No, Blaine. No."

Grinning wickedly, he reaches for the man's fly, and despite Kurt's vocal resistance he finds him growing harder as he reaches into his underwear and grasps at his cock. Kurt's head falls back with a groan as he succumbs to the inevitable, and he looks down to find Blaine staring up at him, eyes black as his pink tongue snakes out and circles around the head of Kurt's dick.

"Oh sweet Jesus I am doomed." Kurt moans, running the fingers of one hand down Blaine's cheek before tangling them into his hair, feeling the stiff gel break apart. Blaine slides his mouth down Kurt's shaft, hollowing out his cheeks as he feels him hitting the back of his throat. He wastes no time as he hears the bell ring in the hallway, and builds up a quick rhythm as Kurt guides his head and tries desperately to keep quiet by biting hard on his knuckles.

"Mmmpfff!" Kurt whimpers as Blaine's tongue dives into his slit before he pulls back slightly and circles the head once more then licks slowly, torturously up the underside of his cock and Kurt tries to guide himself back into the hot wet heat of Blaine's sinfully perfect mouth. Chuckling softly, Blaine obliges, sucking gently as he reaches into Kurt's underwear and fondles his balls. Moving his hand lower, Blaine's head bobs up and down swiftly as he presses his finger as close to Kurt's entrance as he can reach, and massages small circles there.

"FUUUU" Kurt screams into his hand as Blaine hums- and suddenly Kurt is coming into his mouth, revelling in the feeling of Blaine swallowing around him as he sucks him dry. Pulling off, Blaine wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and stands.

"I've been waiting to do that all year." he states with a smug grin, and fisting Kurt's shirt in his hands, pulls him in for a deep kiss, making sure to run his tongue around Kurt's mouth so he can taste himself. "See you later." he winks and saunters out of the classroom, leaving Kurt to fall back bonelessly in his chair and offer up a prayer of thanks that they weren't caught.

"Cheers man." Blaine says, clapping Puck on the back as he emerges into the corridor.

"No worries. Man alive he's loud. Lunch?" he asks amiably as they walk down the hall.

"I just...gotta...go...to the bathroom."

"Ah. Okay. Want me to guard the door again?"

"Look at you! My beautiful boy!" Maria exclaims, tears springing to her eyes as Blaine walks down the stairs.

"Don't cry!" Blaine laughs, kissing her cheek. "Come on, Kurt's gonna meet us there."

"Did he make this?" Maria asks, tugging at the red bow tie which matches his gown.

"Yes. Graduation gift."

"You two are so cute."

"I won't tell you about the other gift then." Blaine says, blushing as he realizes what he's said.

"No. Please don't." his mom says, nudging his ribs playfully.

"So I have a gift for you too," she says as they pull into the parking lot. "Over there." she nods towards the school, and Blaine spots the unmistakable figure of Cooper chatting with Kurt.

Blaine sprints from the car towards them both, unsure of which to go to first, but Kurt steps backwards, allowing him this moment with his brother as it steadily dawns on him that they now have the rest of their days to greet one another.

"You came!" Blaine laughs as he lets Cooper pick him up in a tight hug.

"That's what she said last night too." Cooper grins.

"Seriously, you're disgusting." Blaine says in disbelief.

"No more disgusting and certainly a lot quieter than you two." Cooper answers as he slings his arms around both their shoulders. "Honestly Blainers, wouldn't have missed this for the world."

"And neither would we." the gruff, unmistakable voice of Burt says, and turning, Blaine sees him approaching with Carole and Finn.

"Oh my God! What are you doing here?"

"Watching our future son and daughter-in law graduate." Carole says with a kiss to his cheek. "Kurt pulled a few strings and got us tickets."

"You...you are awesome." Blaine says as he approaches him at last. He stops a few paces short, unsure of what to say or how to act with so many people milling about. He can see Quinn, Santana and Puck talking, and Mike and Tina posing for photos with their parents. His eyes come to rest on Kurt again, standing there, so completely beautiful in his suit and tie and looking for all the world as if he may burst with pride.

"I like you in red." Kurt says softly, and everyone and everything seems to fade away as the two of them stand opposite each other. Blaine swallows nervously. "Shall we?" Kurt asks, holding his hand out to him.

Nodding, Blaine entwines their fingers together and brings Kurt's hand to his lips. "I love you." he smiles, and hand in hand, with their family surrounding them, they walk into the school.

"Seriously though, did you see Figgins' face?!" Finn laughs as he helps himself to more of Kurt's pasta, "He looked just like he did that time Kurt turned up dressed as Lady Gaga for our Glee club assignment!"

"Seriously, you did that?" Blaine asks, turning to him.

"I did." Kurt answers primly, "I'll have you know I was the epitome of class in that outfit."

"You know, there's a lot of outfits I'd like to see you in." Blaine whispers hotly into his ear and enjoys the way in which the blush creeps up Kurt's neck to stain his cheeks.

"I heard that." Leroy Berry says loudly.

"So did I." Burt says, glaring across the table at Blaine, who now looks completely mortified.

"You know, they remind me of Hiram and I when we were first dating. At it like rabbits at any available opportunity. Back row of the cinema, in the car, on my Grandma's antique rug, in closets..." Leroy sighs wistfully as he gazes into space.

"I thought you were supposed to come out of closets," Burt grunts.

"Oh trust me honey, I spent all my time dragging him back in them."

"Okay. Thank you Daddy, for sharing that with us." Rachel says swiftly.

"You're welcome sweetie pie." Leroy says and blows a kiss across to her.

"Anyway, for what it's worth, I think it was okay." Rachel continues

"Yeah, only because people were too shocked to say anything." Finn offers, "The hand holding was one thing. The kissing was another."

"Hey, my boyfriend had just graduated, what did you expect? I'm proud."

"And relieved you've made it the whole school year without getting caught." Maria offers.

"Ha! They've been caught more times than you'd know, mom." Cooper says with a mouth full of food, and he ducks as Kurt aims a bread roll at his head. "What? You have! You know, Puck was telling me that..."

"Cooper!" Blaine shouts.

"Anyway!" Carole calls over the noise. "I'd like to propose a toast. To Blaine and Rachel, our graduates. May your futures be bright and happy, and may we always be one big, happy family."

"To Blaine and Rachel!" everyone echoes, and Kurt and Blaine clink glasses and smile softly at one another.

The meal continues. Their table is loud, the conversation is punctuated by laughs and shrieks of outrage as they all try to outdo one another with their witty anecdotes, and the Breadstix staff heave a sigh of relief as the bill is settled and they all walk outside.

"So who's heading where?" Burt asks, "I can't keep track of everyone."

"Well Leroy and I are heading home to rediscover our youth, we've been inspired." Hiram declares loudly as he kisses everyone goodbye- even Burt.

"And Cooper and I are heading straight to the airport," Maria says. "Blaine, I'll be back on Tuesday. I'll text before my arrival. We all know what happened last time."

"Yes mom, don't remind me." Blaine says, hugging her tightly. "Thank you for everything."

"You're welcome. I love you so much my baby boy."

"Stop it, I'm blushing."

"You're always blushing. Now make sure you sort flights for you and Kurt to go apartment hunting."

"I will."

"And a U-haul for when you move. And start to pack. You think it won't take long but..."

"Okay, okay. Stop nagging." he tells her with a smile.

"I'm sorry. I know."

"Go. Call me when you land." he kisses her cheek and turns to Cooper. "Thanks for coming. It meant a lot."

"No worries. Like I said, I wouldn't have missed it. I'm glad, you know, that we got things sorted out. And...if you ever want to try and find dad...well...I'll help."

"Do you want to find him? I guess it's harder on you than me, you had eighteen years with him."

"I don't know, to be honest. I've never felt the need...but you...you've never really had that figure in your life."

"I have, I just never really gave him much of a chance to prove himself. I think he's doing okay now though."

"Huh?"

"You, Cooper. I don't need anyone else. I have all the family I need, and it's perfect."

Cooper clears his throat and looks down, scuffing the ground before looking back up and meeting Blaine's earnest gaze. "Thank you." he says hoarsely. "I love you little bro."

"Love you too."

They depart, leaving Kurt and Blaine to say their goodbyes to Finn, Rachel, Burt and Carole and making plans to meet for brunch the next day.

"Tired?" Kurt asks as he throws his keys on the hall table.

"A little. It's been a long day."

"It has. Fun though."

"Yeah, but I prefer it when my entire day revolves around kissing you as much as possible." Kurt makes for the living room but Blaine stops him. "Come with me." and his voice takes on that familiar raw, husky edge as he leads Kurt to the bedroom. He doesn't turn the light on, and leaving the curtains open he turns to face Kurt in the moonlight. "I was so proud to be seen with you today." he whispers as he joins their hands together. "And that's it now. No more hiding. Ever." he smiles as Kurt moves into his arms and rests his head on his shoulder.

"Feels good, doesn't it?"

"The best."

They stay that way for a long time, each content to be held by the other one. Blaine's hands find their way under Kurt's vest and shirt to his soft skin, and his fingers trace delicate patterns across his back, making Kurt shudder with pleasure. He pulls back slightly and they kiss, Kurt's hands cupping Blaine's face as his fingers still, and press firmly into Kurt's back instead.

"What you smiling at?" Blaine asks as they break apart.

"Our first kiss. I remember thinking how could one kiss turn me on so much? It's still happening."

Blaine chuckles and kisses him again. "I remember thinking I hope I'm doing this right. It certainly felt right."

"It did."

"And I remember willing myself not to come in my pants there and then."

"I think you displayed a remarkable level of self control." Kurt whispers, as his hands move to Blaine's shirt.

"Until I went to bed and jacked off with you in the next room."

"Oh god that was hot." Kurt breathes as he pushes Blaine's shirt from his shoulders and kisses across his strong chest.

"And I heard you, and hoped you were thinking of me." Blaine says as he begins to undress Kurt.

"I was, I was." Kurt says, working at Blaine's belt before letting his pants fall to the floor. "This." he whispers, cupping Blaine's growing erection through his briefs and enjoying the moan it elicits. "This is what I was thinking of. What it would be like to touch you, to watch you fall apart. To feel you in my mouth."

Blaine lowers his underwear before finishing removing Kurt's clothes. They join together, soft whimpers and moans escaping at the feel of their naked bodies pressing against each other. Tongues and lips move together lazily as Blaine guides them to the bed, pausing to rub Kurt's nose in a sweet eskimo kiss as they face one another, before running his hands over any part of him he can reach, following his trail with gentle kisses. He pauses between Kurt's legs and looks up, seeing a flushed and wanting Kurt looking down at him.

"I love you Kurt."

The emotion and sentiment behind those four words is so heartfelt that Kurt finds his eyes filling with tears as he reaches down and caresses Blaine's cheek softly. "I love you too Blaine." he whispers, then jumps in surprise as Blaine kisses the inside of his thigh. He waits for Blaine to move to his cock, but he surprises him by going lower instead, kissing gently at his perineum before pushing Kurt's legs up so his feet are flat on the bed. He props his hips up with a pillow and runs his tongue over Kurt's hole.

"Yes Blaine, oh shit, yes!" Kurt moans as his fingers tangle into Blaine's hair. Pushing harder with his tongue, Blaine makes Kurt's entrance slick as he works circles around him before pushing past the tight ring of muscle, growling in pleasure as his face meets the heat and the taste of Kurt surrounds him. Kurt bucks and pushes harder against Blaine, needing more, wanting to feel him deeper and deeper as his tongue opens him up. Reaching down, Kurt slides his finger in alongside, and being able to feel Blaine's tongue as he works his magic is almost too much. "Jesus Blaine! Fuck that's good."

Blaine hums and urges Kurt to add another finger, stretching himself wide as all the while Blaine's tongue never ceases it's ministrations, lapping, circling, pushing until Kurt is a writhing mess above him.

"Take me Blaine, please," he begs, and Blaine senses the urgency and desperation, moving quickly to push his hard cock into Kurt's ready and willing hole. "Fuck! Yes!" Kurt cries as he arches off the bed. "Need you Blaine...need you!" Blaine's strong hands raise Kurt's back from the bed and hold him tightly.

"I've got you baby, I've got you." and they rock together, slowly at first, Kurt's eyes closed in pleasure, damp hair pasted to his forehead as Blaine's pace gradually builds. Kurt is torn, wanting this moment to last forever, but also desperate for release.

Reaching between them, Blaine strokes Kurt's cock, running his thumb over the head a few times as he feels Kurt start to shake.

"Fuck, Blaine...I..." and he comes, hot streaks of pearly white shooting out onto Blaine's stomach, before he is gently lowered back onto the bed with soft kisses dropped onto lips stretched into a blissful smile.

"You're really beautiful." Blaine whispers, and in the semi darkness, Kurt can see his eyes shining. He pulls out carefully, rubbing his hands over Kurt's thighs as he whimpers at the loss.

"You haven't..." Kurt starts as Blaine lies on his back.

"It's okay."

"No, it's not. I told you, I want to watch you fall apart." he curls into Blaine's side and strokes him a few times before reaching into the nightstand for the lube. Kneeling between Blaine's legs he coats the palm of one hand and the fingers of another.

"Fuck." Blaine moans as Kurt's hand wraps around his cock again and his fingers push insistently at his hole. Blaine doesn't know whether to buck upward into Kurt's fist or push downwards to ride his fingers. His whole body is alive with pleasure as his skin tingles and his nerve endings seem to catch on fire.

"Here." Kurt says roughly, brokenly as he pulls Blaine into his lap.

"Holy shit." Blaine says, marvelling at Kurt's cock, now hard and full again and begging to be ridden. Blaine sinks down eagerly and Kurt's hands splay out onto the mattress behind them as he fucks up into Blaine, who pushes down to meet his thrusts. Fingers laced behind Kurt's head, he pulls him in for a sloppy kiss with far too much tongue, but neither could care as their sweat slicked bodies press together and they both cry out.

"Touch yourself," Kurt demands and Blaine's hand flies to his cock as he strokes himself through a trembling, mind blowing orgasm. He arches backwards, eyes screwed shut in pleasure and mouth open in a seemingly never ending gasp of pleasure. It's exactly what Kurt has been waiting to see, and he comes again, holding tight to Blaine and pressing his face into his sweaty chest. They stay together, gently rocking back and forth, until Kurt is soft again and slides out, tugging Blaine into the shower and washing him gently under the hot spray.

"It's a beautiful night," Kurt says as he joins Blaine at the bedroom window, hooking his chin over his shoulder and wrapping his arms around his waist.

"It is." Blaine agrees. "Come on, we're going out."

"What? No way. It's almost midnight and I'm in my pajamas."

"You're in my training shorts."

"Which are now mine."

"I'm gonna regret living with you." Blaine teases, even as he forces Kurt's feet into a pair of old sneakers.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see."

"Can I at least put on a shirt?"

"No. It's plenty warm enough. Come on."

"Here?" Kurt asks as Blaine stops the car.

"All that talk of our first kiss got me thinking." Blaine says as he leads Kurt up the porch steps. "It was one of the most exhilarating yet terrifying moments of my entire life."

"Me too." Kurt laughs as he sits on the porch swing, pouting slightly as Blaine leans against the railings instead. "Your hair looks just as it did then," he whispers softly into the night. "Almost navy, with the moonlight on it."

They lapse into silence once more, Blaine managing to take Kurt's breath away as he watches him staring out into the blackness.

Becoming aware of Kurt's eyes on him, Blaine turns. "Dance with me." he whispers.

"What?"

"I asked you then and I'm asking you now. Will you dance with me?"

"Here?"

"Here."

"There's no music."

"C'mere." Blaine holds his hand out, and Kurt stands slowly and goes to him. His arms shiver with goose bumps as Blaine puts them around his neck, before wrapping his own arms around Kurt's slender waist. Tangling his fingers into the curls at the back of Blaine's neck Kurt sighs deeply. They are still for a moment, lost in the feel of each other, and their bodies pressed close together. After a while, Blaine begins to sway them gently, and softly starts to sing.

There is none like you
No one else can touch my heart like you do.
I could search for all eternity long and find
There is none like you.

In your arms I find the strength that I need,
In your eyes I see the future for me.
When we kiss it holds the promise for more,
And of our love you know I'm sure.

Only you can hold me through the darkest of storms,
Together we will sit and wait for the dawn.
And when that sun appears and starts to shine,
Baby you will still be mine.

There is none like you,
No one else can hold my heart like you do
I will love you all eternity long
Because, there is none like you.

When Blaine stops singing, Kurt pulls out of his reverie slowly, as he did all those months ago and looks deep into Blaine's eyes.

"Marry me Blaine. Please... marry me."

Blaine allows a small smile to light up his face for the briefest moment, before he moves forward, and gently brings his lips to meet Kurt's.

The End.

A/N- Where to start? Thank you, all of you, from the bottom of my heart for journeying with me through Kurt and Blaine's story.

The lovers and the haters amongst you have inspired me so much. The reviews, the feedback on twitter and most of all the overwhelming love you have all sent have helped make this story what it has become and I thank each and every one of you.

I will be posting a short epilogue tomorrow, a glimpse into our boys future together, which I hope you will enjoy, but for now this story is over. There won't be a sequel, I feel I have left them in a good place, but it is open for one shots in the future.

I have loved writing this story, each and every word of it. I will be back with something new very soon.