Okay, so I had a lot of plans for this story, and it seems like there's one more part after this, part two of the epilogue, damn I write a lot! Hah. I am so sorry this is ridiculously long (10,000 words! Hopefully, you can get through it and like it too! It covers a lot, 5 years of their life. Ah, maybe I should have separated it, then this thing would be like 20 parts!)

ENJOY! And tell me your thoughts and I'm open to suggestions for the next 5 years or if I should even continue on past thing (Though I want to, I just don't want it to be boring!) And if 10,000 words is too long, let me know, I'll try to make the last installment shorter! :)

Part 4, section 1

Epilogue

Senior Year, McKinley High, Winter Break

Kurt ended up transferring back to McKinley his junior year, and Blaine followed the first week of his senior year.

Blaine finally felt okay to live at home, but both were sad that they didn't have their own space like they did at Dalton, especially now since they were finally ready to give themselves to one another.

Well they actually have been for months but never had the chance with barely any time alone with Finn, Carole, Burt, Ann and William always interrupting in some way.

They had incredible, incredible sexual tension to the point of one touch from Kurt and Blaine was hard and coming within minutes.

But finally, they managed to get some time alone at Kurt's house when his father and mother went to Aruba as the honeymoon they never had because they had to pay for Kurt's stay at Dalton for that half a year, and Finn was at Rachel's for the evening since they were dating again.

Kurt lazily laid on the bed, "It's so cold out, why can't it be like warm all year round," Kurt sighed softly, looking at Blaine who was at Kurt's desk, working on homework.

"Kurt, we're in Ohio, there's seasons, maybe in LA or somewhere it'd be warm all the time," Blaine shrugged, turning back to his homework.

"Why are you doing homework, it's McKinley, it's a breeze, babe, I freaking want you," Kurt groaned out in frustration, as he stood up and got behind Blaine, wanting to distract him, grabbing his face and kissing him, causing Blaine to draw a line right through his Italian paper.

Blaine kissed him sensually for a few moments before pulling away, "Mmm, babe, I still have to do well, and I haven't done homework all week, I'll be done in 5 minutes if you just let me write, then we can play, okay?"

"Play?" Kurt laughed, "Do I get to take your shirt off?" Kurt pulled up Blaine's shirt. Blaine swatted at Kurt's hands.

"Yeah, maybe, now sit on the bed and wait," Blaine looked serious as he commanded Kurt like he was a dog.

"Alright, fine, you still carrying around that condom and lube?" Kurt laughed, "I hope you got new stuff because they have expiration dates. Every time we try to do it, we get interrupted. Why didn't we just do it at Dalton!" Kurt walked back to his bed and fell backwards on it with a sigh, knowing they were going to have sex soon, maybe right now, but definitely sometime this week because they were going to be alone for most of it.

Kurt purposely took off his suspenders and unbuttoned and unzippered his pants, knowing Blaine was going to be done eventually and the faster they stripped the better.

"I dunno, babe, we were scared. And yeah, of course I have it, I told you I'd hold them for us, and they're not expired," Blaine rolled his eyes, "Just be quiet for a second, babe."

"Whatever, Mr. Smartie," Kurt put his hands under his head as he looked up at his ceiling, thinking Blaine needed to chill with this homework when there was no reason. Kurt hadn't done homework for a month and was getting As again in most of his classes.

"Hey, I'm taking all A.P. courses, except for gym. I already have 9 credits for college. I just started this paper 20 minutes ago, and if you'd stop tempting me with your sex, I'd be done by now. Now shush."

"Blah blah blah, my name is Blaine Anderson and I'm so smart and talented. I get all As and don't even try, I suck Kurt's dick more than I do homework and still pass," Kurt said in a higher than normal voice, laughing, and then saw Blaine getting up, dropping his pen and plunge right on top of Kurt, tickling him.

"Shut up, Kurtie, I'll never give you a blow job again if you don't," Blaine laughed and tickled him as Kurt's laugh got louder and louder as he attempted to shove Blaine's hands out of the way.

"NO! NO!" Kurt giggled kicking and thrashing on the bed, his smile so wide, and his cheeks so pink.

"Shit, Kurt, you're so fucking hot when you laugh like that," Blaine stopped and licked his lips as his curls, which grew out to be more of a "fro," fell into his face as he looked down at Kurt.

"Did you finish your paper?" Kurt whispered, his breathing calming down, as his arms came around Blaine and pulled him closer.

Blaine shook his head no before kissing Kurt and pulling his shirt up and over his head.

"I see you got started undressing for me, good boy," Blaine mumbled into the heated kiss.

"I just want you to fuck me, Blaine Anderson!" Kurt exclaimed ripping the buttons off Blaine's green plaid shirt, not caring.

"Oh, I will," Blaine growled, pushing as Kurt's pants and with the help of Kurt, they were off.

In no time both boys were naked, they pulled off each other's clothes as fast as possible, with grunts, throwing the fabric anywhere, every where, it didn't matter.

Kurt smiled up at Blaine, no longer shy about being naked in front of his boyfriend, after a year and three months of dating, knowing each other for almost two years, and knowing they should have done this a lot sooner, if it wasn't for stupid Finn, his overprotected Dad and Carole, and even Blaine's parents were cock blockers, always busting through the door with some prayer or religious song or some campaign strategies, while they were kissing, causing Blaine's dad to stall and flip to a bible page and just read to them.

Once, Blaine's mom interrupted with freshly baked cookies, Blaine's pants were undone and his hair a mess, and Kurt's shirt was untucked and his hair, too, was sticking up in all directions. Kurt remembers like it was yesterday… but, well, Kurt didn't actually mind being interrupted by cookies, neither did Blaine, who ate two or three at a time and then gulped down the milk his mom also provided, making Kurt laugh hysterically and poke Blaine's stomach, telling him he's gonna get fat if he keeps that up. Blaine just mumbled in response as he chewed his cookies. Kurt shook his head and reached over and gently wiped the melted chocolate off the corner of his mouth and just smiled as his boyfriend's cuteness.

But Mr. and Mrs. Anderson weren't as bad as his parents and brother, who cock blocked more often, but Blaine's parents were rarely home, but slightly more annoying.

He still disliked that god stuff, but he was getting tolerant of people talking about it because that's all he heard when he went to Blaine's, "Jesus did this, Moses did that…" Kurt could now tell you what every book in the bible contained, with a roll of the eyes of course. Kurt even had to go to mass with Blaine's parents this Christmas that just past a few days ago. Kurt almost died of pure insanity, but liked it when he got a hug from Blaine doing some weird hand shaking ritual, called offerings of peace.

"You ready for this?" Blaine asked and Kurt nodded, shaking off those thoughts, as Blaine's head dipped down and started kissing Kurt's body, causing Kurt to moan out, "Mmm, finally."

"You are so freaking beautiful," Blaine said, muffled from Kurt's skin, as he licked and nipped at Kurt's chest.

"Mmm, you too, but oh, Blaine, can we, can we just do it, we've been waiting forever."

Blaine grinned and reached down on the ground for his pants and pulled out his wallet and slapped the condom down on Kurt's chest. Kurt grabbed it and ripped it with his teeth and Blaine reached on the ground again, dropping his wallet nonchalantly, grabbing his bag and pulled out the lube.

As Kurt was opening the condom, Blaine started fingering Kurt with a lubed finger, causing Kurt to growl out as he slid the condom on Blaine. Blaine had fingered Kurt plenty times before and vice versa, Kurt loved it when Blaine hit his prostate.

In no time Blaine was kissing Kurt again and entering him slowly, causing Kurt to hiss out.

"Kurt, are you okay? Should I pull out?" Blaine asked worriedly, looking down at the love of his life. Kurt shook his head.

"Just move, move, Blaine," Kurt said against Blaine's lips as Blaine moved slowly at first and then quicker when he saw Kurt start to smile and enjoy this.

Blaine went in even deeper as he hit Kurt's prostate over and over, causing Kurt to scream out and move against his boyfriend matching each other's rhythm.

"Oh, ow, fuck, Blaine," Kurt cried out, moving his head side to side, not sure if he was in pleasure or pain as Blaine pounded him harder and harder with every thrust. Kurt ended up grabbing a mass of Blaine's curls and pulling at them to deal with the weird, but nice sensation of his boyfriend fucking him hard and dirty.

"Oh fuck Kurt, I'm gonna," Blaine said kissing Kurt's neck as he came, and Kurt came afterwards with a small whimper feeling the warmth inside him.

Blaine pulled out throwing the condom on the floor and pulling Kurt really closer, even though Kurt's cum was all over his chest.

Blaine was beaming, "I love you," he cooed and Kurt smiled back, "Love you, too," Kurt grabbed his boyfriend and pulled him against him.

"Sorry if I got a little rough, you were just so sexy underneath me, and so warm around my cock, I couldn't resist, fuck, I'm gonna get hard again, Kurt," Blaine nuzzled his face against Kurt's face with a small moan, remembering moments ago.

"I enjoyed it a lot, babe," Kurt said with a content sigh, letting his boyfriend nuzzle him like a pet.

Blaine moved to nuzzle his nose against Kurt's, looking him in his eyes, "We should have done that sooner," Blaine laughed and Kurt nodded in agreement, "It was hard to find time alone and I wasn't going to some shitty motel."

"Kurt, I woulda bought you a freakin suite, the pent house," Blaine nuzzled is face against Kurt's face kissing his flush face.

"Next time, Blaine," Kurt smiled moving in to kiss Blaine's lips passionately.

Freshman Year, New York University

Kurt and Blaine lived together in a dorm room, which Burt really hated, but Carole always reassured him that they were responsible and mature adults now.

"I was thinking, Blaine. Living here feels like Dalton 2.0 except now we have two beds instead of just mine. Well and there's more parties. We going to that party across the hall tonight? We're all gonna crowd in Emily and Sasha's dorm and just dance with the lights off. Em said she got strobe lights just for the occasion. I heard Santana and Brittany are going, but Rachel refuses for some dumb reason," Kurt laughed, lying on his bed. Santana, Brittany, Rachel, himself and Blaine were the only ones who went to New York for college, well Brittany wasn't exactly going to college, but crashing with Santana while she worked at a pet shop. Everyone else went to community or somewhere in Ohio, except for Puck, who was starting his own Pool Cleaning Business.

"We do have a lot more freedom, but yeah, we could go if you want, afterwards, we could…" Blaine just smirked from his desk where he was sitting.

"Yeah, okay, well we don't have to plan that," Kurt rolled his eyes, looking at his boyfriend.

"I know, we just never have time since we both have class, homework and work."

"No, only you have work, you should quit, so we have more time," Blaine got up from his desk and hopped on Kurt's bed.

"Yeah, right. How can I afford to live here, Blaine?"

"I'll pay for it."

"Don't be ridiculous, Blaine. I can afford it, with working, like normal people do. Not rich snotty boys."

"I am not snotty," Blaine rolled his eyes, "Not my fault my parents were born into money…I just miss you, that's all, being in side you and you inside me," Blaine crawled closer to Kurt. His eyes were set on Kurt and they were fired with passion.

"Just buy me dinner and coffee and we're good," Kurt offered Blaine his hand to shake, and Blaine took it and pulled him closer to him as he captured his lips in his.

"Mmm, you taste so good, Kurt. I think," Blaine's eyes lit up.

Blaine continued, "We should kill two bird's with one stone. Shower tomorrow morning, be there…every morning," Blaine said as he leaned in and pushed his tongue into his boyfriend's mouth and tangled it with Kurt's until both of them couldn't breathe.

"Mmm," Blaine moaned before pulling away and seeing the clock, "Shit I have class in 20 minutes. Professor Daniels, Music Theory 101, ugh, at least he's kind of hot… well not as hot as you of course… But I gotta go, tonight after the party and tomorrow in the shower, remember," Blaine hopped off the bed and winked as he grabbed his bag and then waved to his boyfriend, who was sitting there blushing.

Kurt sighed and groaned falling back on his bed, hating that he and his boyfriend had conflicting schedules and that they were finally alone and never had time for sex.

Kurt held Blaine's hand as he knocked on Emily and Sasha's dorm room. They could hear the music blasting already and the happy screams from outside the door.

Brittany ended up opening the door and grabbing Blaine's hand and pulling him along with Kurt in.

"Kurt, can I borrow him, I wanna dance!" She yelled over the music.

Kurt just nodded, but kept his eyes on them.

Kurt saw Santana and waved, "Hey, Satan," he grinned and she faked laughed and came over into the corner where he was standing, "Want a beer?" she shoved on into his hands.

"Ugh, I guess," Kurt opened it and sipped at it.

"Look, Kurt, my soon to be girlfriend and your boyfriend dancing. No me gusta," Santana pointed out and shook her head, "she always has a thing for geeky men, what the heck."

"Blaine isn't a geek," Kurt denied that, watching as Blaine and Brittany danced. Blaine was wearing short grey pants and suspenders and had rectangular thick glasses on and was doing dorky moves, like the lawn mower, rolling the dice, and the sprinkler, while Brittany was moving her body to the beat, hitting every beat and looking very sexy. Suddenly, Brittany grabbed Blaine's hand again and pulled Blaine closer and turned around in his arms and started grinding against him as Blaine met her speed.

"Oh hell no, I gotta break this up," Kurt just said, setting his beer down and walking over to Britt and Blaine.

Kurt grabbed Blaine's shoulder and turned him around and started grinding against him, so their knees were between each other's legs.

"Stop flirting with girls, Blainey," Kurt joked.

"No, baby, she came on to me," Blaine said as he pulled Kurt nice and close, "we should get outta here soon, it's getting really crowded," Blaine whispered to Kurt as they danced, and no one really said anything. The whole floor knew they were together and accepted it, because it was New York, and most of them were open-minded college kids. Emily and Sasha particularly liked to giggle over the fact that these two were fucking and would tease them about the sounds coming from their room, which would always make the two boys blush and laugh nervously because they thought they were discreet about their sexual escapades, apparently not…

"Ok, let's go," Kurt said leading Blaine out, as they both waved, screaming their good byes over the music.

Once they got back to their room, Kurt had some how managed to push Blaine onto the floor, who stumbled backward onto the floor, using his hands to catch himself before laying down on the carpeted ground, and look up at him with a smirk. Kurt locked the door and crawled towards Blaine, climbing on top of him.

Kurt kissed him, sliding is tongue into his mouth.

"Eh, you taste like beer, babe," Blaine said, looking at Kurt before leaning in and kissing him again and shrugging off his jacket.

"Sorry, had one sip," Kurt looked at Blaine as he pulled his shirt over his head.

"I don't care, let's just do this. You inside me. Now," Blaine pulled Kurt back down towards him and kissed him.

Sophomore Year, New York University

Kurt and Blaine were now living in a small apartment that was just blocks away from their school. Blaine had finally bought Kurt a puppy, which Kurt named McQueen, which Blaine wanted to roll his eyes at, but just called the male dog, Queenie, which made him laugh, but not Kurt, who hated that Blaine called their boy dog such a girly name. He'd always hit Blaine in annoyance, especially when the dog started to only respond to Queenie and not McQueen, which just made Blaine chuckle.

Blaine bought him the small Shih Tzu after they were fighting because Blaine was never home, either always at the library or in cafes with geeky hot smart girls who loved him because they'd discuss intellectual topics, and to top it off, he would never touch them, but they could still flirt like crazy.

But lately, that's all they've been doing: fighting.

Mid-fight, Blaine thought of bringing Kurt home a kitty to make him not so mad at him, Queenie would love a little brother or sister, but that thought vanished when Kurt started throwing plates at him in anger.

Blaine brought his hands up to his face as the plates kept coming.

"I said I was sorry, I said I'd spend more time with you," Blaine started getting upset as he cried out, shielding himself from the plates, "Those girls mean nothing, they're just my friends."

"They just think you're so freakin' cute Blaine! Are you sure you're not sleeping with them? Both of them had their hands on your thigh and you didn't remove them!"

Kurt was walking home from work today when he caught Blaine, in a small café, sitting across from two girls, who wore Rachel Berry plaid skirts. The brunette had bright yellow stockings and the blonde hand pink polka dot stockings, both wearing thick v-neck sweaters. Each of them had one hand on Blaine's thighs.

"I wasn't thinking, but it's not what you think. Stop this Kurt, stop this, please," Blaine cried out as he slowly removed his hands as the tears started to fall, and he looked at Kurt with terror in his eyes, scared because Kurt was acting crazier than usual, and well because, Kurt was throwing stuff at him, all because of misunderstanding.

As soon as Blaine peeked out, Kurt screamed, "You never think," as he threw another plate, which hit Blaine and shattered against his face. His whole forehead started to bleed. Blaine didn't have a chance to shield his face because Kurt threw that one all too fast.

Blaine was angry now; he stood up as a small amount of blood dripped from his temple. He charged towards Kurt.

"What the fuck? Stop throwing my plates at me!" Blaine grabbed both of Kurt's wrists and that's when Kurt looked scared.

"You fuckin' almost killed me, Kurt! Just leave! Fuckin leave, we're over; you're acting crazy! I-I love you, but not when you're like this," Blaine started to choke up again as he let go of Kurt's wrists.

Kurt stared at Blaine as if he didn't believe him. Kurt went to touch Blaine's bloody forehead to clean it up with his expensive scarf, looking at Blaine with a pout. Blaine swatted Kurt's hand away.

"I-I'm sorry,"

"Pack your fuckin shit, or you know what? I'll pack it for you, and you pick it up, it'll be on the porch tomorrow morning, just fuckin go! I don't even wanna look at you, you're acting fuckin psycho. I didn't date a psycho, I dated a fucking beautiful, kind, sexy man, who wasn't ever jealous, who was my best freaking friend."

"Y-you never gave me any reason to be jealous… till now," Kurt whispered, and then he heard Blaine growl.

"There's a difference between being jealous and acting on it. You threw plates at my head, Kurt, I am bleeding!" Blaine cried out as the blood started to drip down his neck onto the collar of his shirt.

Then Blaine continued, calmer than before, "I-if you really want to know why they both had their hands on my thighs today, it wasn't cuz they freaking wanted my body, it was because my grandpa died today, and they were comforting me. I didn't even get to tell you because you freaked out on me about Eliza and Manny. God, Kurt! Just please go, please," Blaine started to cry even more as he wiped at his eyes. His eyes were blood shot and his face was wet with tears mixed in with blood that only emphasized his flushed face. He looked down at his hands that he just wipedh is eyes with, they were now wet with tears and his blood. He sighed softly.

"Just, good bye, Kurt," Blaine said as he started picking up the broken glass with a small sigh as blood dripped on the floor ever so subtly with each small step he made.

Queenie looked on, whimpering and scared at all the yelling.

Kurt sighed and picked up the dog, "I-I didn't know, I'm sorry…Bye Blaine."

"Where are you going with Queenie?" Blaine asked as he threw the broken pieces away and walked over to him, trying not to step on broken glass as he went to take the small dog out of Kurt's arms.

"No, he's my dog, Blaine. You bought him for me," Kurt cried out, tears flowing down his face as he protectively hugged the small puppy.

"Yeah, I bought him," Blaine sighed, "Oh, stop crying, Kurt," Blaine grabbed Kurt's wrist and pulled him back and looked at him in his eyes, angry, that quickly flashed to sadness and fear as Blaine loosened his grip.

"I don't want us to be over. I want us both to raise Queenie," Kurt pouted softly.

"No, we're done for good, Kurt. Just take good care of him, okay?" Blaine said, petting the dog with his free hand before throwing Kurt's wrist back at him and walking away.

He heard Kurt yell out, "Well, I don't even know if I love you anymore!" which broke Blaine's heart as he heard Kurt's sob and the dog's yipping get quieter and quieter before he heard a door slam, and Kurt Hummel was out of his life. His stuff, all the designer clothes, his flat iron, his pots and pans, everything would be on the porch early tomorrow morning, and then he'd go to class and hope when he returned everything would be gone…

They were broken up after being together for over 3 years and friends for over 4 years, and Blaine just felt like crying.

Junior Year, New York University

It was snowing out, and Kurt was late for class. Kurt was now living with Rachel since Kurt never came back that night to apologize and swallow his pride, but neither did Blaine. Kurt just loaded his stuff in the car with the help of Rachel, who told him to leave it there and beg for forgiveness, which Kurt shook his head no, saying he made a fool out of himself, and that Blaine must hate him now.

They've been broken up for nearly a year now, and it still hurt, especially when he saw McQueen and found himself calling the dog Queenie.

Kurt was seeing some juicehead he met at the gym, who liked to call him sugarplum, which Kurt hated. And Kurt hated how rock hard his body was, Blaine was soft, especially when he ate too many cookies and had a soft tummy for the rest of the night. Though Blaine was normally fit, but not disgustingly so.

Fuck, Kurt hated thinking about him, especially since he knew Blaine was only blocks away in the same apartment, living with Brittany and Santana, who were finally together.

Kurt was taking 4 fashion-centered classes, 12 credits, glad to be finally in his major.

In fact he was interning at Vogue in New York City. The woman in charge fell in love with Kurt's outfit while he was waiting in line to order coffee and she hired him on the spot, causing Kurt to thank her unbelievably, even though he only got a small stipend for travel expenses, it was a great start.

Blaine was another story. He cut his hair, it was short again and curly and he had a neatly trimmed beard and wore double bar glasses that were probably too big for his face and he wore jeans with suit jackets, ties, and dress shoes daily.

He was content, but not happy, he wanted to tell himself he didn't miss Kurt, he didn't! I mean if any reason he didn't miss him was because he took his dog, and he gave him a rather ugly scar on the side of his forehead from that plate he threw at him.

Though he kept himself occupied, so he wouldn't think of Kurt, only at night when he was alone did he think about Kurt…

Blaine stopped dating all together, but fucked, a lot. A twink he met at a club, the man he let go in front of him in the grocery line, a few fellow students who were apart of the gay alliance that both he and Kurt mutually knew, a "straight" college football player, he even fucked Santana and Brittany in a very drunk three some.

He even managed to seduce his TA into bed, pretending like he needed help with a paper, calling him in the middle of the night to come over, when he didn't, at all. The guy reminded him of Kurt so he had to do it, but he realized when they woke up the next morning that this man had green eyes, not blue, Blaine told him he had to leave as he threw his clothes at him.

This year, Blaine felt more distanced from Kurt than ever, he didn't find himself attracted to guys who reminded him of Kurt anymore; he actually tried to stay away from them.

He was more focused than ever on his schoolwork. He was taking 21 credits, and he was a research assistant for one of the hottest professors in the music theory department; Blaine always said, to his friends and roommates, Santana and Brittany, that that wasn't a coincidence.

Blaine and his professor were researching something called "Piano Pedagogy," the study of the teaching of piano. Sometimes, him and Dr. Mason Daniels would play piano together after class as a part of this pedagogy and they would teach each other a thing or two and then observe each other's teaching methods.

Today, they sat next to each other and Blaine purposely made sure their thighs were touching and was happy when Dr. Daniels didn't move his leg away or chastise him.

Blaine always found it funny because they dressed a lot a like, they even looked a lot alike. They were the same height, had dark hair, the same facial structure, had pale skin and wide smiles. The biggest difference was this man's straight hair, his blue eyes, his clean-shaven face, his personality and well his age; he was almost 40.

Sometimes while playing, Blaine felt his eyes on him, and Blaine would look and stare him back with no fear or regret; Blaine could feel the man eye fucking him right now and thinking dirty thoughts about him as Blaine took his hands off the keys and let his professor take the lead. That caused Dr. Daniels to look forward again and away from Blaine.

After they finished the song, they complimented each other on each other's piano skills and then Dr. Daniels threw about a pound of papers at Blaine, telling him to read them and then find more research on what they just discussed, figure out implications of the articles arguments, and then find connections between each article and then write a 10-paged paper about those connections and implications by next week.

"Scurry along, Blaine, I'll see you in my office next week to see what you came up with. That paper won't just write itself," with that Dr. Daniels stood up, gathered his papers, and was gone.

Blaine held the heavy stack of papers with a small smile on his face. He adjusted himself in his pants, trying to will his hard on away, as he started the long walk back home in the freezing cold, so he could start working on the paper.

Although Blaine loved playing the piano, he didn't actually care about the topic or the theory behind teaching it, even though he supposed he was going to be a professor one day. He technically was just trying to get into the man's the pants, well that's what Blaine thought; figuring he'd be a good lay. He was sure the man was gay, even though the guy had an ex-wife and a kid, who lived in California.

Today, Blaine wanted to test Dr. Mason Daniels, Blaine came to office hours out of breath, a little sweaty, after running to his office, just so he'd get a chance to take his clothes off.

"Sorry I'm late, Professor," Blaine breathed out.

He took off his scarf, his pea coat, his suit jacket, and his sweater, causing the older man with the dark hair, blue eyes, who was short like Blaine.

They met eye to eye when they stood which Blaine found a turn on. He had a strange accent, Oregonian, with a California attitude, soft on the inside, but rough and egotistical on the outside, sometimes even rather fake.

This wasn't the first time Blaine did this to catch his attention, as if he was always running late. Only this time he made sure his pants were extra tight and that his underwear could be seen and that his shirt was a half unbuttoned and see through. His professor whipped past Blaine, Blaine looked behind him, watching him closely. Mason slammed the door closed, locked it, and then pulled Blaine up from the chair he was sitting by his shirt and slammed him against the door and captured his lips with his.

"Mmm, I've known you for a while, Blaine Anderson, you're smart, and sexy, but don't think you're getting an automatic A because we're doing this," he said as Blaine was kissed down his neck and felt his shirt being pulled up over his head. Blaine thought back to the first time he came to his office hours freshman year for Music Theory 101; they discussed tempo.

"Sir, we both know I don't need to sleep with a professor to get an A, I just want you, and I think you want me, too. Tell me what you were thinking yesterday, Mason," Blaine whispered in his professor's ear as each man was pulling down their pants just enough, "when you were eye fucking me and looking my body over."

"It's Dr. Daniels until I'm finished fucking you, then you can call me Mason. And yes, Mr. Anderson, I just was thinking up a plan on how to get you alone, and what I'd do with you when we were alone, it went something like this," he said as his lips attacked Blaine's as he lifted the younger boy up so he could have better access. Mason's pants were at his thighs and Blaine's were half off, one side was still on his ankle as they hung and Mason wrapped Blaine's legs around his waste and slid himself in.

They grunted and growled as if they had waited so long to do this. After all they've known each other since Blaine's freshman year, and Blaine always found him attractive, but Blaine was taken, so he never wanted to try, but regularly went to Dr. Daniels office hours just to discuss the course materials.

It was true, Dr. Daniels always had an appreciation for Blaine's brain, and thought his mop of curly hair and his big smile, and his cute clothes, and his soft face was adorable.

Noticing a difference this year, it seemed like Blaine was a different man, more isolated, more alone, more in need of being touched and loved, and definitely looked different with the geek-sheek glasses and the beard and the short hair and the clothes that subconsciously mirrored Dr. Daniels.

When Dr. Daniels inquired about Blaine's sudden change in look, Blaine just mumbled saying, "someone else dressed me, I just want to be different than who I was around him… myself, you know…" Dr. Daniels just nodded, figuring this boy was going through a break up, that he was a little fragile, but hopefully would be stronger in the coming months.

It was just this year, Blaine's junior year, when Blaine was free from Kurt, did they actually get close enough for the attraction to spread and for their connection to grow. That Blaine found himself, thinking how intelligent and awesome this guy was, and Dr. Daniels was suckered into Blaine's smiles, his smart remarks and his intense hard work for his own personal studies, liking how Blaine pointed out things he didn't even think of, and would use in his book and personally thank him in his dedication.

Though today, they both were glad they were meeting later than usual and all the other professors went home for the night because of all the sounds they were making, the groans and grunts, the whimpering from Blaine, and the sound of Mason slamming Blaine into the door over and over as they had sex.

"Fuck, Blaine, mm, you're so sexy." Mason moaned out as he cummed a few minutes later, nuzzling his face against Blaine's causing the younger man's glasses to tilt, and causing Mason to smile, fix Blaine's glasses, and then kiss Blaine's lips gently, "Cute too."

Blaine laughed softly and smiled at his professor as a small blush spread across his cheek. Uh oh, Blaine knew that meant he liked him, and this wasn't just a one-time fuck, which Blaine wasn't used to since he broke up with Kurt.

Kurt sighed softly as he sipped his coffee, listening to Rachel talk about how she was trying out for Les Mis, and how she was engaged to Finn and in love, and how he was moving to New York, and they'd live happily forever and ever.

"I'm going to be your sister-in-law, we're siblings now, Kurt!" she exclaimed and showed Kurt her diamond for the 10th time. Finn had been working at Burt's business, learning about cars, while he went to community college at night.

"Great, and I'm all alone and dating a meat head. He tried to get my pants off yesterday, yeah right, baby, he has to work for that."

"You know, I heard Blaine moved on…" Rachel said slowly, not wanting to hurt Kurt, but he could see the burn in Kurt's eyes.

"I heard he was dating an older man, Santana told me he comes over late at night and they, um, you know, and he always stays for breakfast and then he and Blaine leave together for some class. I guess, he's Blaine's professor, that I'm not sure of. Santana said the guy is smoking, but oddly a neat, picky, pretentious version of Blaine. Santana said the guy could talk about the most astute, esoteric topics and then explain it to Brittany so she'd understand. He seems very bright and a very good teacher. Ooh! I wish them well, they seem like a nice couple!"

"Great, Blaine found another genius, just like himself, typical. Why are you telling me this, I don't care," Kurt rolled his eyes as he sipped his nonfat mocha and sighed.

"Well, he's, I don't know, happy. I want to see you happy, Kurt, maybe you should let this new guy in. You and Blaine are over…"

"Oh just because Blaine stopped screwing around for his professor who's like his fucked up twin means I should fuck Nick. That's stupid and I'm glad Blaine stopped being a dirty little whore," Kurt yelled out loudly as he stood up and stomped out of the café as everyone watched on, curious.

"Oh, Kurt, stop, I just want you to move on," Rachel said, putting on her yellow pea coat and her pink beanie.

"I am moved on, it's just annoying when someone aka you mentions Blaine every day. It's been over a year; we're done. I know that. Stop bringing it up and stop giving me updates, Rachel. And I'm gonna break up with Nick because he's gross, yeah he got me into this great shape, but I don't care, stop looking at me like that Rachel, cuz I'm leaving!" Kurt exclaimed as hurried down the streets of NYU.

Three Months Later

Blaine's research with the professor ended at the end of the Fall semester, and they promised they'd still see each other, but Blaine hasn't seen him, and it was too late to add classes, so he couldn't add one of Mason's. Mason promised he'd take Blaine to see a Broadway play and take him to California in the summer, but Blaine was now sure that would never happen, and Blaine was starting to like the guy as weird as a concept that was to him.

Blaine put his head down at the kitchen table with a pout as Santana put coffee in front of the sad man.

"I likes me some smart meat, like professor fucks a lot, but honey, the guy's old! You can do better."

Blaine mumbled something incoherent and sat up with a pout and sipped at the black coffee.

Brittany looked at him like "Huh? what did you just say?" And Blaine spoke again, more clearly, but just as pathetically sad.

"He was just so smart, and mature and never got angry with me, or jealous, and loved to cuddle, and was so sexy. And fuck, amazing in bed, like so experienced and he was worldly, and we could talk just for hours about music and theory, politics, news, psychology, anything," Blaine sighed sadly, and pouted and crossed his arms, "And now he wants nothing to do with me because I finished with his research, would it be stupid of me to ask him if I help him research without getting paid?"

Santana looked at him like he was crazy and desperate.

Brittany gently petted Blaine's hair, "Aw, Blainey, Lord Tubbington can cheer you up, he sleeps a lot now cuz he's old, but you can go pet him if you'd like"

Blaine shook his head no and grunted, but let Britt pet him and just relaxed into her touch with a soft sigh, leaning against her body, as she continued to speak "I keep telling you to shave, then he woulda stayed, I bet you hurt his face when you kissed, and his body, too, I saw the beard burns on that man's chest."

Blaine sat up straight, no longer leaning against his friend, and looked at her like this is just unbelievable, "You were looking at my man's chest, Brittany? What the hell?"

Brittany shrugged, "I don't know he was taking a shower, and I told him I had to pee and that it couldn't wait, he didn't mind, we only have one bathroom, guys don't look at me like that…Blaine you do that to me all the time."

"Yeah and you always peek out to look at my junk, Brittany! Ugh," Blaine muttered as he flushed pink, embarrassed. Brittany shrugged, knowing she saw his junk plenty of times, specially that time they had sex with Santana right next to them.

Santana just laughed, "Well, whatevers, that means you're single again, we're going out tonight."

"No, I think I want to be alone, I have to study for a bunch of midterms," Blaine finished his coffee, put the cup in the sink, got dressed and was out the door with his jacket on and his glasses secure on his face with his satchel over his shoulder and filled to the till with books.

He had another 21-credit semester, he was going to be graduating a semester early and he was looking at PhD programs right now. He knew he would have to contact Mason for a recommendation letter, maybe Blaine could at least fuck him one last time.

Blaine walked through the dark city that was lit up by street lamps as the snow fell. He was trying not to feel pissed and sad and stupid that he fell for someone again to just be heart broken within three months.

It wasn't like he was in love with the guy, even though they technically knew each other for years, it was just nice to have the same guy to wake up to every morning and to cuddle with and have sex with every night. He liked when Mason would read clips of the morning paper to him, and hand feed him eggs in the morning when Blaine was trying to run out the door without breakfast. Daniel would always tell him to slow down and Blaine would look at him as he ate the eggs his boyfriend hand fed him, and then pulled his boyfriend in for a kiss before running out the door, sometimes with Mason running behind him, other times Mason would stay with the girls and just enjoy the morning coffee and the paper. Sometimes he'd get Blaine to grade his papers with him after sex, which Blaine always rolled is eyes at, but did any way, every time he saw his own name he gave himself a 100 and a smiley face.

Blaine even met his 6-year-old son, Ethan, once because he was staying with Mason for the weekend, and Mason brought him to class and to office hours. Blaine had to act like they were just friends, which was easier than he thought, as he talked to the boy about football, baseball, music and school and even about his dad and his mom. The spoiled little Ethan even showed Blaine a picture of his mommy, who was a pretty brunette, and Blaine smiled at that and then led the boy to the keyboard that Mason had in his office and they started to play the Itsy Bitsy Spider, while Mason looked over Blaine's latest paper for his research, glancing at Blaine and his son with a smile on his face.

Blaine got himself in too deep for three measly months, and he hated himself for it, why did he have to be so nice to him and the minute he was gone, the guy couldn't even stop over for coffee. It was like he was used for his brain, all those papers he wrote, all the discussions they had, and that was a first. It ended with Mason kissing him good-bye right before winter break and that was it, no calls from Mason afterward, when Blaine called it was brief and Blaine knew it was over, so he stopped bothering, he couldn't be the needy student.

Blaine shook himself out of the thoughts, knowing they broke up because Blaine's assistantship was over, and that it wasn't because anything bad happened, he just felt played a little. One semester was all the university could afford, paying him a measly $2,000 for one semester of work. Blaine knew what he had to do though: distract himself with books, it's what he did best now a days, even if he didn't need to study, he still did, always going the extra mile.

Blaine walked through the campus, trying not to slip on black ice as he walked, looking carefully at the ground. Snow was getting in his curls and his beard and wetting his glasses. He felt annoyed and sad, like he wanted to just throw off his glasses and cry his eyes out, but he didn't, he didn't even want to look up that's how stupid and pathetic he felt.

That was when someone bumped into him and strong arms came around him. Blaine looked up, ready to yell at this guy, and then Blaine recognized him.

Blaine's eyes lit up, it was Kurt. He couldn't believe it.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Kurt said patting Blaine's arm before trying to move along when Blaine held Kurt there and stared him in his eyes and then smiled.

Kurt gasped, "Blaine! I didn't even recognize you!"

"Kurt, it's so good to see you," Blaine wrapped is arms around him tightly and pulled him in for a hug.

"What the heck happened to you?" Kurt giggled nervously, not sure if he liked this look, with the crazy hipster glasses, the beard and the dorky clothes.

"Nothing, Kurt, what do you mean? I missed you," Blaine looked at Kurt, looked him over, at his white snow boots and a black pea coat that went down to his knees.

"The beard, the glasses, the clothes, you look so-" Kurt wanted to say nerdy, "I don't know, hipster, yeah, that…" Kurt felt like wow, I thought this was cute, well he kind of still is, but he needs a make over.

"I'm a scholar, Kurt, this is what they look like, now come on, I could use a break from schoolwork, let's get coffee," Blaine linked his arm with his as they walked.

"Why didn't you ever call me?" Kurt asked softly as they walked and he removed his arm from Blaine's.

"I was mad, Kurt. You threw plates at my face. Plus, I thought you didn't love me anymore and wouldn't want to talk to me… I guess it's true, you practically laughed in my face and called me ugly today…"

"No, you, um, look cute, sweetie. But, um, of course I loved you, what the hell Blaine… I was just being very mean, I didn't mean those things, I was just jealous."

"Yeah, I guess," Blaine sighed remembering how Kurt screamed out how he didn't love Blaine anymore and hated how he was always with some geek-sheek chicks studying and laughing with them like he was straight.

"How, how's Queenie?" Blaine asked as they entered the small coffee shop and both took their jackets off and hung them on a near by coat rack.

"He's good, happy as ever, he misses you though. Rachel once said your name in front of him and he went crazy, looking around, and waiting at the door for you," Kurt sighed softly.

"I-I'd like to see him one day, if that's okay with you, he probably thinks I'm dead," Blaine frowned as they just talked.

"I don't know if that's a good idea, I heard you have a serious boyfriend; Rachel told me he's your professor, wow Blaine."

"Had a boyfriend, and yes, he was my professor," Blaine shrugged, "I don't wanna talk about that though, let me get us coffee, you still like non fat mochas?"

Kurt just nodded and smiled and leaned back into his chair, thinking if things went his way, he'd have Blaine back in his hands in no time, he'd just have to get him to shave and buy contacts, then they could date again.

Blaine came back with their coffee, "So, you look freaking amazing, Kurt," Blaine said seriously reaching out to take Kurt's hand in his and briefly caress it.

"Thank you," was all Kurt said as he sipped his coffee, "So you really missed me?"

Blaine nodded and looked him in his eyes.

"You no longer hang out with dorky Rachel Berry like girls and flirt with them while you study?"

"I study by myself, Kurt, and you know that we weren't flirting that day… the only girls I hang out with are Santana and Brittany."

"Good, I mean, oh, that's okay," Kurt shrugged.

"So what's with the beard? Remember in high school, the summer before junior year, you refused to shave," Kurt started laughing, "at least this beard looks nice," Kurt gently reached out and stroked his face and Blaine leaned his face into the touch and just smiled, "I remember, Kurt."

"So, um, if I asked you out, would you say yes?" Kurt asked coolly, looking around the room as if he really didn't ask his ex out.

Blaine smiled, "Yeah, I'd like that, this'll can be our first date of many."

Two Weeks Later

Kurt and Blaine got coffee every morning. There was a skip in Blaine's step as he yelled to Brittany and Santana that he wasn't staying for breakfast that he was seeing Kurt!

Kurt smiled every time that he saw Blaine even if it was only for 30 minutes in the morning before they went off to class. Kurt didn't even care that Blaine never shaved anymore and wore dorky glasses and clothes; he was still Blaine.

Kurt once asked about Blaine's ex and all Blaine could do was shrug and say, "He used me for my brain, it was kind of strange, but I don't know, it was an interesting relationship, based off of attraction, intellectual desires, and a neediness for comfort. But there was little heart, and no love, but not what we had or what I think we have again, Kurt," Blaine said, taking Kurt's hand, which caused Kurt to gulp the tears back. They were boyfriends again.

They walked back to Kurt's apartment after their 10th or 11th date, which was closer to the coffee shop, and Blaine was so happy when he was invited back, he was hoping to see a glimpse of his dog.

As soon as the Kurt opened the door, Blaine scooped up Queenie who licked his face nonstop. Blaine hugged him and squeezed him. Kurt made his way up the stairs, smiling at his boyfriend being reunited with his "child."

"Blaine, are you coming?" Kurt started unbuttoning his shirt, looking down at Blaine from the top of the stairs, who was snuggling the dog and smiled, Kurt could remember how much like a puppy Blaine could be, at least around Kurt and well other puppies and kitties, too.

"Yeah, yeah, I was just getting major love from our baby, I am so sorry, my little boy, Daddy didn't leave you, your papa wouldn't let me have you or see you," Blaine cooed as the kissed the pooch back who kept licking him and jittering excitedly.

"I did not! Stop talking bad about me in front of our son, now get up here, Blaine Anderson," Kurt yelled out but Blaine couldn't see him.

Blaine set the dog down, looked at him, "I'll be back later for more snuggles, okay, now I gotta get some snuggles from Kurtie. I'm coming, Kurt!" Blaine screamed out as he ran up the stairs and walked into Kurt's bedroom to see Kurt laying naked on the bed already semi hard.

"Mmm, Kurt, look at you," Blaine licked his lips as he started shedding his clothes as quickly as he could and jumped into the bed. He started kissing Kurt slowly, pulling Kurt to him so they were body to body.

"God, I missed this," Blaine moaned as he started thrusting into Kurt who responded with a whimper and moved against him.

"These, have, to be off," Kurt reached for Blaine's ugly glasses and went to pull them off.

"I can't see without them," Blaine stopped his hand, "I wanna see you, every inch of you, relearn you, fuck, Kurt, you're beautiful," Blaine started kissing down Kurt's body and feeling his chest and his biceps. As he kissed Kurt's body, his glasses would push up and hit against Kurt's skin and his beard would scratch as Kurt's chest, causing him to suck in a breath, actually liking that sensation.

"Well okay, I still find you sexy," Kurt said matter of factly, and Blaine just laughed.

"Good, I'm glad, now, I am so happy to be here with you," Blaine hugged him, "That you let me back in. I guess our fight kind of stupid," Blaine said slowly and then continued in a softer tone, "I thought that the reason we didn't contact one another was because we just were better separate, but that's not the case. I was a dirty slut when I was alone, only settling with one guy out of many I slept with."

"Well, I was a prude, I, um, haven't had sex with anyone since, us, you're, um, my only one, still," Kurt blushed and covered his face.

"No, no, Kurt, don't get shy," Blaine stroked his boyfriend's face, "That's just beautiful and noble and sweet. You're still pure, always pure, come here," Blaine said softly as Kurt lifted his head up and their lips met.

"Mmm, you're so scruffy, Blaine," Kurt moaned out, feeling the burn of his facial hair against is soft skin.

"Sorry, I like it," Blaine smiled as he moved in to kiss Kurt again.

"Mm, I'm starting to," Kurt grabbed Blaine's face and kissed him, glad that Rachel was back in Ohio for the weekend visiting Finn and helping him pack, Finn, soon, would be moving with Kurt and Rachel.

"Mm, good, cuz I'm not shaving, Kurt," Blaine laughed evilly into their kiss as they took it slow.

They spent the night relearning each other, knowing that this time, they won't break up over jealousy, or just break up at all.

Senior Year, New York University/ Paris, France

Blaine just earned his B.A. graduating early with honors, summa cum laude, but had to finish off graduate school applications, hoping Kurt would follow him wherever he got in, knowing how selective all the universities were.

After much debate in his mind and deciding he wouldn't tell Kurt, he even asked Mason for a recommendation letter because he knew he'd get a glowing review. He met him in his office. Blaine smiled as he received a hug from his ex and a gentle caress on the face, as his professor noticed his soft, clean-shaven face. Blaine laughed softly at that comment, but pulled away as they talked formalities aka the how are yous, what have you been ups? Mason was single and his book was coming out next month and Blaine's name could be found in the thank yous, which Blaine smiled at. Blaine told him about Kurt, how he was in love and had been seeing him since junior year of high school, but were broken up while he and Mason were together. Then Blaine asked for the recommendation letter and told him why he was pursing a Phd in musicology or music theory. Mason told him of course he'd write him a letter, not thinking twice, saying he was his brightest student.

Kurt was still finishing off his B.A, and Kurt and Blaine still lived separately. Kurt visited Blaine's before breakfast, hoping Brittany and Santana put on the coffee and made breakfast, he had class in two hours.

Blaine came down the stairs, clean-shaven as he always was these days, and his hair curly, wearing his dorky glasses, which Kurt now found endearing.

"Hi baby," Blaine said hugging his boyfriend briefly and rather tiredly before making his way straight to the kitchen.

Kurt followed him and sat at the table as he grabbed two plates and two cups, making them each up a plate, and setting it down in front of Blaine and where he was going to be sitting.

"Hey Kurt," Britt said as she scarfed down bacon with a laugh, "So is this from a cow or a pig?"

Kurt shook his head and didn't answer as he petted his boyfriend's hair, "You okay, babe?"

"Long night, finishing my applications, and just sent them in," Blaine leaned back against his boyfriend, "but I'm okay, now that you're here." He looked up at Kurt and puckered his lips.

Kurt laughed and leaned in and kissed his lips, not caring that Blaine hadn't brushed yet. All this kissing caused c Brittany to throw her bacon at them.

"EW! Britt, that's greasy," Kurt pulled away and sat down diagonal from Blaine.

"Me and San don't make out in front of you," Brit said causing Santana to snort because they often made out on the couch while Blaine was watching TV, just ignoring it the best he could.

"That wasn't making out, I was comforting my tired boyfriend. Babe, go back to sleep, I have class soon anyway,"

"No, I'm good," Blaine drank his coffee black. "Just need this. And you."

Kurt smiled wide, "Love you," Kurt ate his eggs watching his boyfriend, who was so adorably sleepy that Kurt just wanted to hug him till he fell asleep.

Kurt sighed happily, knowing that his life was so much better with Blaine in it, and hoped Blaine felt the same way.

One Semester Later

Kurt graduated a semester after Blaine. Blaine was accepted into University of California: Los Angeles next Fall and Kurt was going to follow him to LA. Kurt already had a job out there as a fashion magazine writer, making 40 grand a year, while Blaine was going to get paid to go to school and get his doctorate, 18 grand stipend in a selective musicology program, where only 4-5 people get accepted into the program a year.

But that was three months away, it was summer, and Blaine planned a trip to France and Italy, but Kurt didn't know. The first day they met, they promised each other, they would go there after they graduated college, and it was the time.

"Blaine, you know we have Rachel and Finn's wedding in October, I guess we're gonna have to fly to New York for that,"

"Yeah, I guess, so um, whatcha doing Next Friday, actually for the next two weeks?" Blaine asked casually and cutely as he pulled out a folder from his satchel.

"Uh, nothing, it's summer and I have no job at the moment, what's up, Blaine?"

"We're going to Italy and then France," Blaine grinned and opened is folder and showed Kurt all his plans, the plane tickets, the fancy 5 star hotels, the tours they were going to take, the museums and sights they were going to see, "I promised that to you didn't I?" Blaine asked having the biggest smile on his face as Kurt squealed all cutely and jumped up and just hugged Blaine so tightly that Blaine would have fallen if he weren't sitting at his kitchen table.

"Yes, oh my god, Blaine! I, thank you," Kurt pulled away enough to look Blaine in his eyes and smile as he leaned down to kiss him.

"I'd never forget that day we met, the day I fell in lust for you," Blaine smirked and laughed.

"You were a little liar, but so irresistible."

Blaine just sniggered, "Sorry about that babe, but hey, your boyfriend is taking you on a trip, and we're gonna have so much fun, maybe we won't actually see any of those sites, and just close the blinds and fuck."

"We will do that… too, I want to see the Eiffel Tower Blaine!" he exclaimed cutely as he ended up sitting in Blaine's lap just hugging him as Blaine started going through the folder and showing Kurt the hotel, which Kurt oohed and aahed.

Three Weeks Later

They stood at the bottom of Eifel Tower, they already spent one week in Italy, where Blaine led them around the town and talked to everyone because he knew Italian well, but here was Kurt's turn to do all the talking, just like they promised when they were 16, now 21.

"This is so beautiful," Kurt sighed softly, leaning back against Blaine's arms, which were around his neck and shoulders even though Kurt was taller. Kurt purposely slouched so Blaine could, too, look up at the tower as it shined at night.

"You're even more beautiful," Blaine said suddenly pulling Kurt so he was standing in front of him and looking at him.

Kurt stared for a second and then gasped as Blaine got on one knee and took his hand and caressed it, "You're my best friend since high school, and we've been through so much, and as we venture off to L.A. and start our lives together, I think we should do it on more official terms. I love you and your smile and that look in your eyes when you're excited. And when your mad or hurt, I just want to cuddle you and make all the hurt subside. Will you spend the rest of my life with me, and be my cuddle partner forever, will you marry me, Kurt Hummel?" Blaine proposed, offering a ring up to Kurt.

"Yes! Yes, I'll marry you," Kurt cried out as Blaine grinned and put the plain but platinum band around Kurt's finger quickly. Kurt pulled Blaine up and hugged him tightly and kissed him passionately. Blaine returned the kiss with a heated moan. Blaine lifted Kurt up in pure happiness and twirled him as Kurt giggled into their kiss. They were getting married, and Blaine asked at the most romantic spot and said the sweetest things, life was good.