A/N- Sorry for the wait on this one. I was sick :( Anyway, thanks for reading, hope you enjoy this chapter.
The next day, Blaine was as good as his word, and really did spend the entire day in Kurt's bed. Both had slept soundly in each other's arms, and Blaine only woke fully when he felt his hard cock hitting the back of Kurt's throat.
Tangling his fingers wildly into his boyfriend's hair, he was surprised to find himself so close to the edge already. Kurt looked up at him, blue eyes a shade darker than normal, lips curved sinfully around his cock, and that was all it took. Blaine's eyes rolled back and his vision turned white as he came hard and fast down Kurt's throat.
Kurt swallowed around him and then pulled off carefully, before crawling up Blaine's body and capturing his lips in a slow, languorous kiss. He ran his tongue along Blaine's lips, allowing him to taste himself before pulling back to gently run his fingers along the side of Blaine's cheek.
"Good morning, beautiful." He said softly.
"Hey." Blaine replied with a sad smile.
"What's with the pouting again?" Kurt asked.
"It's my last day. This time tomorrow I'll be somewhere over the Atlantic ocean." Blaine said sorrowfully.
"Tomorrow you will be, yes. But today you're mine. All day."
"I don't want to go back though," Blaine pouted. "I can't stand to say goodbye to you."
"Blaine Anderson. Throughout everything, we have never said goodbye to one another. Even when you ended our relationship, you never said it. I don't see why we should start now."
Blaine thought this through for a while. Kurt was right, of course. What had seemed like a silly vow made in High School had come to hold so much significance and meaning to them both that neither of them had ever uttered that word to the other.
"I guess." He replied eventually, letting out a long sigh.
"Right. That's it. No sadness today. Not allowed. Uh-uh." Kurt said, as he playfully bopped his finger on Blaine's nose. "Right now we need to be addressing a more...pressingproblem," he continued as he nudged himself against Blaine's thigh.
"Oh? And what might that be?" Blaine asked innocently, eyes twinkling with laughter.
Kurt's only response was to guide Blaine's hand lower.
By mid-afternoon both men were sated, and more than a bit hungry. Kurt announced that he would cook, and left a sleepy looking Blaine watching tv while he went and showered. Pulling on a pair of sweats and an old t-shirt, he set to work in the kitchen.
"Blaine!" He woke suddenly to the feel of Kurt tickling his feet, sitting upright and blinking rapidly in surprise.
"What, what is it?" He asked.
"Oh at last! I've been trying to wake you for ages."
"Sorry," he mumbled, running a hand through his already messy hair. "Not enough sleep and too much sex I guess."
"Too much sex?" Kurt enquired, arching an eyebrow at him.
Blaine grinned. "Well, not too much, I don't think there could ever be enough, but I never even gave myself a chance to get over the jet-lag really."
"Well anyway sleepyhead, dinner will be ten minutes so you might want to go and have a shower. Frankly you reek of sex." He left a confused looking Blaine trying to sniff his own skin and sashayed back out to the kitchen.
When Blaine emerged from the bathroom he found that the bed had been stripped and re-made. Lying on top of the covers was a pair of old McKinley sweatpants and a faded Rolling Stones t-shirt. Pulling them on he padded out to the kitchen.
"Wow," was all Blaine could manage. It had begun to get dark, Blaine could see the remains of the sun fading behind the glorious London skyline. Candles were placed around the large room casting a soft glow over the small table set for two that Kurt had positioned in front of the huge windows. The most delicious fragrance was coming from the kitchen area, and Blaine turned to see Kurt bending over to pull something from the oven. He felt his dick twitching at the sight but chose to ignore it for now in favour of the growling coming from his stomach. Walking over, he caught Kurt in his arms and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
"You didn't have to go to so much trouble."
"I wanted to." Kurt stated simply. "It's your last night and everything, and I just wanted things to be perfect. Now sit, and let's eat."
Blaine swallowed over the lump that had risen in his throat and sat down at the table. He looked up and smiled as Kurt placed a plate in front of him.
"Chicken Parmigiana?"
"Of course."
"That's my..."
"I know." Kurt cut in. "I told you. I wanted tonight to be perfect."
"It already is." Blaine answered, his eyes shining with unshed tears.
"A toast." Kurt announced suddenly, raising his wine glass and tilting it towards Blaine. "To us. To finding each other again, to realizing that our love had never gone, to the future."
"Eternity." Blaine added, chinking his glass against Kurt's.
"Eternity." Kurt agreed with a smile.
They drank looking into each other's eyes, exchanging soft smiles as they started to eat.
"Ohmigidkurff!" Blaine exclaimed as he took his first mouthful.
"You know Blaine, for someone with such fastidious parents as yours, I really would have thought your table manners should be exemplary." Kurt quipped as he eyed Blaine shovelling more food into his face. "Instead for some reason, when you're eating you become this...neanderthal...almost Finn-like."
"Sorry." Blaine managed to say, before swallowing and continuing. "It only happens when I'm eating stuff you've cooked. Oh, and Lucky Charms. But really Kurt, this is exquisite. Thank you."
"You're welcome. Just don't talk with your mouth full."
"You sound like my Mother. Anyway, I need food. I'm a growing boy."
Kurt laughed that cute laugh of his, making his nose scrunch up and eyes crinkle adorably. Blaine rested his chin in the palm of his hand and took a moment just to watch, drinking in every second of this time they had together, committing it all to memory to recall at a later date, when he knew he would be missing Kurt so badly that a physical ache would form and lodge itself in his chest. He knew because it had happened before, only this time he knew the aching would cease once he had Kurt in his arms again.
"Blaine," Kurt said eventually as he tried to catch his breath, "You hardly grew at all since you were like, five or something. I don't think you're going to be hit with a sudden spurt now."
"Watch yourself Hummel." Blaine growled as he took another sip of wine.
"Or what?" Kurt asked as he batted his eyelashes back.
"Or I'll ask you why you kept my track pants from high school."
Kurt flushed red immediately and looked away. "They're not...ahem...they're not yours. They're mine."
"No they're not." Blaine said as a smile played at his lips. "If they were yours they'd be dragging on the floor since, as you so cheerfully reminded me, I am a short ass. So. Why did you keep my sweats?"
His blush still visible, even in the candlelight, Kurt turned to look at Blaine.
"Ok fine. They are yours. You left them in my room back in Lima. You'd taken everything from that house, but I found them in my closet. I guess Carole had assumed they were mine. I kept them because they smelled like you. Of course, I had to wash them eventually, but even after that they still had your scent. Am I creepy?"
"No. You're adorable and I love you." Blaine reached across the table and brought Kurt's fingertips to his lips. Kissing each one lightly, he looked into those cerulean eyes that held so much love and hope. "I will always love you." He whispered.
"Come on," Kurt said quietly, pulling Blaine to his feet. "It's a beautiful evening, lets take dessert outdoors."
The night was cold, but neither man was bothered as they huddled together on a chaise lounge and draped a thick blanket over themselves. Kurt settled back between Blaine's legs and started to spoon rich, dark chocolate cake into Blaine's mouth.
"No cheesecake?" Blaine enquired.
"This is London, Blaine. Chocolate cake they can do. Cheesecake they cannot."
"Ah, well in that case, you'll just have to come to New York to get some then." He said as he leaned round to place a chocolatey kiss to Kurt's lips.
"Are we still talking about cheesecake here?" Kurt asked as he twisted to give Blaine a pointed look.
"Erm...I want to say yes..." Both men laughed and Kurt reached over to put the plate on the floor, before snuggling in closer to Blaine. They were still for a long time, just taking in the sights and sounds of the evening, and revelling in the warmth of being together. Kurt scooted down to rest his head on Blaine's chest and lay there, listening to the steady thrum of his heart.
"Do you still sing?" Kurt asked after a while.
Blaine sighed. "No, not anymore. Not since...well." He trailed off.
"But why?" Kurt asked as he sat up to face him. "You were so good. All those gigs you did through college."
"Yeah, I know. I enjoyed it. But it just didn't seem right after we'd ended. Singing for me has always been about expressing joy and bringing happiness to others. And I wasn't joyful, and honestly, I wasn't bothered about making other people happy either. So I just didn't."
"Not even in the shower?"
"Nope. My Dad told me only gays sing in the shower."
"That's bullshit anyway, but in case you haven't noticed..."
"I know, I know." Blaine cut him off. "But I guess, deep down I wanted to prove myself to him. Not that he was present when I showered, but you know what I mean. I just wanted to show him that I could be a man."
"Being gay doesn't make you less of a man, Blaine."
"I know that. Don't get me wrong, I'm out and proud. But I just didn't want to give him one more reason to hate me."
"I don't think he ever did." Kurt replied sadly, "I think he loved you, in his own way. I think he was just frightened and didn't know how to express himself."
"Well maybe he should have fucking learned then!" Blaine burst out, tears stinging behind his eyes. "Maybe then I wouldn't be left trying to figure out all this shit that he left behind. Everything is a mess Kurt, and I don't know what I'm going to do." Blaine broke then, drawing his knees up to his chest and sobbing loudly.
"Hey, hey Blaine shh, it's ok. I've got you." Kurt moved to encircle Blaine in his arms and rubbed his back soothingly. He let him cry, let him release all the anger, hurt and frustration that had been building for so long. He clutched at Kurt, as if frightened to let him go.
"I've got you Blaine," Kurt repeated softly as Blaine's tears began to subside. "I'm here with you now, always."
"But you won't be." Blaine sniffed as he rubbed at his eyes. "You'll be here, and I'll be there. These last few days have been so amazing, I just don't want to face reality again."
"Now you listen to me." Kurt said firmly as he pulled his hands away from his face. "This is your reality now Blaine. You and me. I may not be a physical presence right by your side, but I am always with you in here," he held their joined hands to Blaine's chest. " I will always love you. Come what may."
"There's a song in there somewhere." Blaine said with a wry smile as he looked at Kurt through his tear soaked lashes.
"Well maybe you should think about singing it someday." Kurt said as he kissed Blaine's forehead. "Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side." He sang softly as Blaine leaned forward to capture his lips in a kiss.
"What did I deserve to get a second chance with someone so amazing as you?" Blaine murmured.
"Well call me old fashioned, but I kind of go all weak in the knees when a guy flies halfway round the world to track me down." Kurt winked as he stood and gathered the plate and glasses they had used. "Come on, it's getting cold."
Kurt had barely shut the balcony doors before a pair of strong arms circled his waist from behind. Soft kisses were being placed in a trail along the back of his neck as warm hands found their way across Kurt's abs and moved slowly upwards to trace over each nipple lightly.
"Oh Blaine!" Kurt gave out breathlessly as he tilted his head backwards to rest on Blaine's shoulder.
That was all the invitation Blaine needed. He swiftly pulled both his and Kurt's shirts over their heads, before resuming kissing across Kurt's strong shoulders.
"So beautiful," He whispered. "Want to worship every inch of you."
Kurt turned in his arms, pale flesh covered in goosebumps from Blaine's touch, and placed his hands either side of Blaine's face before pulling him in for a deep, searing kiss. Tongues probed, lips and teeth clashed and nipped as both men melted into one another, fused together with want and need. Blaine tugged them backward until he fell onto the couch, pulling Kurt on top of him.
Both men moaned as their erections slotted together, and Kurt started to slowly grind on top of Blaine, granting them a small taste of the friction they so desperately needed. Their kisses turned sloppy, but neither minded or cared, too caught up in the heavy haze of lust surrounding them. Suddenly Blaine flipped them both, off the couch and onto the soft, plush rug which covered most of the floor.
Kurt yelped, and slapped at Blaine playfully. "What's this, have a sudden desire to inspect the soft furnishings?"
"Hmmm, it's purple. I like purple." Blaine stated as he trailed kisses down Kurt's stomach and hooked his fingers into the waistband of his sweats.
"It's Plum actually, and cost a...oh!" Kurt cried out, unable to finish as the warm heat of Blaine's mouth suddenly engulfed him. "Jesus Blaine, you are too good at this."
Blaine didn't respond, only looked up at Kurt through those long dark lashes of his, which he knew would drive Kurt wild. He reached round with one hand to press at Kurt's entrance as he continued to suck, pulling off to let his tongue swirl around the head and collect the pre-come that had gathered.
"So...fucking...beautiful" Blaine whispered as he ran his tongue up the underside of Kurt's hard cock, which was now twitching in desperation. Blaine brought his mouth down around it once more, with a shout of pleasure from Kurt.
"C'mere," Kurt said softly, pulling Blaine off and up to his lips. "Let me taste you." Blaine fell into the kiss, pushing his tongue into Kurt's mouth, as both battled for dominance.
Kurt reached around, grabbing at Blaine's ass to bring his hardness against his own. As he dipped his hands under the waistband of his pants, Kurt moaned in wanton delight to discover Blaine was commando underneath.
"So hot..." He trailed off, unable to vocalise anything coherent while Blaine was sucking new marks into his neck over the ones he had left yesterday. Kurt peeled off Blaine's pants and rolled them onto their sides, so that Kurt was behind Blaine. He reached round and started to stroke his thick, hard cock. Slowly at first, gaining more momentum as Blaine thrust up into his fist. He held his palm up to Blaine's mouth, who eagerly complied, and when Kurt reapplied his spit soaked hand to Blaine, it caused him to cry out.
"Not gonna last...I...I...want you."
"Ok." Kurt said as he removed his hand and made to stand. "Let me just get..."
"No." Blaine cut him off and pulled his arm tighter around his waist. Pulling Kurt's fingers up to his mouth and beginning to suck, Kurt soon got the idea.
"Oh God Blaine...yes." He moved lower and lifted Blaine's leg to the side. Kissing and nipping at the inside of his thighs, Kurt stopped to suck each of Blaine's balls into his mouth before circling his tight hole with his tongue. Pushing gently, Kurt added one finger alongside and pushed past the tight ring of muscle, opening Blaine up for his tongue to explore.
"Fuck, yes...there! Oh!" Blaine shouted as Kurt added a second finger and rubbed against his prostate.
Kurt pulled away, sensing that Blaine was going to tip over the edge soon. Wiping his chin, he positioned himself behind Blaine once more and hooked his olive skinned thigh over his own. He quickly slicked himself up using his own saliva and then pushed forward with a moan. Blaine hissed slightly at the intrusion, causing Kurt to still until Blaine brokenly whispered to him to move.
Blaine found Kurt's arm above his head and laced their fingers together as Kurt tightened his other arm around his waist and built up a slow rhythm, trying to savor the moment and make it last.
"I love you Blaine, oh shit, I love you so much."
"I know baby, I love you too." Kurt moved his hand down to take Blaine's cock and stroke it slowly as both men felt the familiar tightening inside them.
"Come for me Blaine." Kurt whispered, and that was all it took for Blaine to tip over the edge. Kurt followed as soon as he felt Blaine clench around him.
As they lay on the rug, still tangled together and breathless, Kurt placed a soft kiss to Blaine's shoulder.
"I'm gonna miss you so much Blaine." he managed to choke out as tears rolled down his cheeks.
"Me too." Blaine replied as he kissed Kurt's fingertips.
Kurt eased out of him gently and moved to rest his cheek against Blaine's.
"Hmm, on second thoughts, maybe I won't miss you quite that much." Kurt mused.
"Excuse me?"
"My rug, Blaine. Look at my fucking rug!"
Morning came too fast for either of them, and before they knew it Kurt and Blaine were standing in front of the departures board at Heathrow airport.
"So...I guess this is it then." Blaine said miserably.
"Call me when you land?" Kurt asked, afraid to look into Blaine's eyes in case he broke down completely.
"Of course." He confirmed, "And I'll skype you tonight, ok?"
Kurt nodded mutely, unable to speak. Blaine lifted his chin gently and ran his fingers softly along his jaw.
"Hey...come on. No tears ok? You said yourself we're never saying goodbye. Think of this as...as...a recess maybe?"
"How can you be so calm about this?" Kurt asked as he swiped at the tears starting to fall down his cheeks.
"You make me strong Kurt, you are the glue that holds me together. Don't think that I'm not dying inside, because truthfully, this is so painful right now."
"I'll see you at Christmas?"
"Of course."
They were interrupted by the call for Blaine's flight to board. Blaine took Kurt's face into his hands and kissed him. The kiss was soft but deep, conveying everything both wanted to say but couldn't.
"I love you." Blaine whispered.
"I love you too."
They hugged one another fiercely, as only Kurt and Blaine could.
"I'm sorry about your rug." Blaine said with a soft smile. Kurt chuckled through his tears. "And your desk," he added as he started to walk backwards. "And your neck!" he called out, then with a wink and a brief wave of his hand, he was gone.
Kurt watched him go with a heavy heart, knowing what was to come.
It took a week. A week of awkward, tearful and downright depressing skype dates, texts and calls before it happened.
"Blaine." Kurt said as he picked up the phone.
"I'm sorry Kurt, I can't do this anymore."