Blaine wrapped one arm tightly around Kurt's waist, and cupped the side of his face with his other hand, pulling him in further to deepen the kiss. Kurt's eyelids fluttered shut as he opened his mouth to run his tongue along Blaine's lips. At the sound of a throat clearing behind them, both men pulled apart but Blaine kept his hold on Kurt and rested their foreheads together.

"Hey." He said with a grin.

"Hey yourself." Kurt whispered.

"I love you."

"I love you too. Even though I'm a jackass sometimes." Kurt said with a small smile.

"Yes you are, but so am I. Even more so. Can we just forget it?"

"You can just forgive me that easily?"

"Oh, 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." Blaine said with another dopey grin, pressing a kiss to Kurt's adorably pouty lips.

"Excuse me, I get that you're pleased to see each other and all, but could you just let a man hug his son here or what?" Burt's interruption caused them both to chuckle softly and reluctantly pull apart.

"Of course Dad, come here." Kurt embraced his Dad warmly and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"You look tired kid. Long flight?"

"Same length as it always is Dad. But I've been working a lot recently, and it was rather an unexpected visit."

"When did you find out?" Burt asked.

"Find out? You mean you didn't know you were coming?" Blaine questioned.

"No...I didn't. Not until Laura drove me to the airport. I thought we were going to a conference in Leeds. She told me I was a jerk and I was flying here to surprise you instead. Wait a minute...Dad?" Kurt turned his steely gaze to Burt, who had the decency to look embarrassed and stare at the floor. "Did you know I was coming?"

"Well yes." He looked up. "But that was after I had invited you Blaine," He continued quickly. "You had already accepted. Then your assistant called and told me what was happening, and that Kurt would get in at 6. Well I couldn't very well pick him up could I, so that Becky girl said she'd arrange a car. That's why I've been so on edge all evening."

"My assistant called you?" Blaine asked, unable to comprehend this whole sequence of events.

"That's what I said."

"But my assistant booked my flights." Kurt stated.

"Look, just come inside and then I can fill you in." Burt said resignedly as he closed the door and headed toward the living room. Dessert would have to wait.

"So...they were in on this together?" Kurt asked after Burt had told them both what had been going on.

"I thought Becky had been weird all week." Blaine mused. "And you," he added, pointing at Burt, "You've been strange all evening too. I thought you were sick or something."

"Nope." Burt said smiling, "Fit as a fiddle."

"We've been duped." Blaine said, turning to Kurt sat next to him on the couch.

"Looks that way," he replied, "Are you sorry?"

"Not even a little bit." Blaine said with another smile as he connected their lips again. He was just starting to gently push Kurt back into the couch as their passion built, when Finn interrupted.

"Can we leave them to it now, and go have dessert?" He begged.

"No," Burt said. "You two can stop with all that and come and join us thank you."

"Some things never change." Kurt muttered as he smoothed his clothes.

"Come on," Blaine said as he pulled Kurt into the dining room. "We'll get our alone time later." He winked as he pulled a chair out for his boyfriend to sit.

The remainder of dinner had been a thoroughly enjoyable affair. Everyone was relaxed and happy, the conversation flowed easily and Carole kept squeezing Burt's hand as he regarded his family with joy. Once the dishes were cleared, Finn and Rachel left, with a promise to return early the next day. Shortly afterwards, Kurt and Blaine made their excuses and said they were heading to bed. Burt resisted his urge to tell them the door stays open, trying not to dwell on the fact that they were probably long past that.

Kurt sat down on the edge of the bed and sighed tiredly. Blaine regarded him as he leaned back against the dresser.

"Long day?"

"Yeah," Kurt replied, running his hands over his face, "And it's like 3am in England so..."

"Did you know I'd be here?" Blaine asked, suddenly afraid that maybe Kurt had thought he was just coming to see his Dad.

"Of course. I spoke to Dad the other day and he said he had invited you."

"And you didn't mind?"

"Mind? No, I was pleased. I didn't want you on your own for the holidays. I'm just sorry that it took for Laura to physically push me through the boarding gate for me to get here."

""You didn't want to come?" Blaine questioned, his voice gone suddenly small. He looked vulnerable to Kurt, as if he was frightened to hear the answer.

Walking over to the dresser, Kurt gently placed his hands on Blaine's hips as he spoke. "Listen to me. I am stubborn. You know that about me. When you told me not to contact you until Christmas, I took you at your word. I put my walls back up, pulled my shutters down and stuck my head in the sand to boot. But I was miserable as hell. I kept thinking about you. Had you had a good day? What did you have for dinner? Were you happy, sad or indifferent? Did you miss me? All the time you were in my head. But I couldn't give in to myself and just call you. So when Laura told me I was coming here, yes at first I was reluctant because I thought maybe you wouldn't want to see me. But then I thought what the hell. I needed to see you. So now you're stuck here. Seeing me. Whether you like it or not."

Blaine huffed out a laugh before wrapping his arms around Kurt's neck and placing a kiss to the tip of his nose. "I am more than pleased, believe me. I was being just as stubborn, so I'm glad they gave us the push we needed. I just don't know if I can let you go again."

"Hmm." Kurt mused as he absentmindedly ran his fingers in small circles on Blaine's hips. "I think we need to just make the most of this weekend together, then discuss this properly at Christmas, don't you think?"

"Discuss what, exactly?"

"Where we go with this. I mean nothing can change immediately, but long term we're going to have to think about how this works. I mean, do you want to stay in New York, what would I do if I moved there..."

"What?" Blaine pulled back suddenly to look at Kurt, who flushed a deep red.

"Well...I mean...you probably don't want...no. It's ok. Sorry. I shouldn't have said...no. Just forget..."

"You would move to New York for me?"

"Maybe?"

"Why is that a question?"

"Why are you answering a question with a question?"

"Because I'm a lawyer. Now answer me properly. Would you move to New York to be with me?"

Kurt chewed on his bottom lip thoughtfully. "Honestly, yes. If it meant I could be with you all the time, then yes."

"But what about your job?"

"There will other jobs, Blaine. There's not another you."

Blaine stared at Kurt for a long time. "I don't know what to say, Kurt. You are the most amazing person I have ever met, and I love that you would be willing to do this for me. But I was assuming you wouldn't want to leave London. You seemed so happy there..."

"Because you were there with me. Trust me, I'm a miserable git a lot of the time, that's what Laura calls me."

"So we'll discuss this properly at Christmas then?"

"Christmas."

"Can you fuck me now?"

"I thought you'd never ask." Kurt replied with a smile before crashing his lips to Blaine's.

They shed their clothes quickly, falling naked onto the bed together, lips still joined together with tongues pushing and probing and hands roaming, the need to re-claim each other as their own overwhelming them. Kurt moved to straddle Blaine and grind down into him, eliciting a deep moan from his wanton looking boyfriend.

"This ok?" Kurt whispered as he pushed against Blaine harder.

"Yes...oh fuck yes." Blaine managed to gasp out as he raked his fingers down Kurt's back. "Want you, Kurt. Wanna feel you inside me again."

Kurt nodded and reached over to his bag, pulling out a new bottle of lube. Fumbling with the wrapper he moaned as he noticed Blaine starting to stroke himself slowly.

"Here," he said softly, taking Blaine's free hand and coating his fingers, "make yourself fall apart for me. You look so hot like that."

Blaine growled low in his throat as Kurt settled at the other end of the bed, taking his own hard cock in his hand and pumping slowly. He licked his lips subconsciously as Blaine slowly circled his entrance with one finger, gently pressing in and moaning as he did so. He worked himself open slowly, adding a second finger and biting his lip hard as he tried not to come at the sight of Kurt getting off watching him.

"Please Kurt, I need you." Blaine threw his head back onto the pillow and moaned loudly, curls escaping from their gel and making him look deliciously dishevelled.

"One more finger for me baby, go on."

Blaine complied with a shout as his other hand started to move at a frantic pace around his cock. "Please Kurt," he begged, "Please take me now or I'm gonna...fuck!"

"Shhh!" Kurt whispered as he ran his hands up Blaine's thighs. "Turn around for me."

Blaine rolled over and pulled his knees up under himself, leaving his perfectly round ass stretched and on display for Kurt.

"Holy fuck Blaine, you are hot as hell." Kurt said as he wrapped one hand around his waist and pushed deep inside Blaine's tight hole. He paused, giving them both a moment to calm the heat that was already building in their stomachs, before slowly building a rhythm of deep, long thrusts that had Blaine whimpering beneath him.

"Yes Kurt...oh fuck, yes" Kurt pulled him upright, so they were both kneeling on the bed, and started to push into Blaine harder and faster, biting into his shoulder hard to keep from crying out.

"Jesus Christ, fuck me! Yes!" Blaine screamed as his prostate was repeatedly pounded. Wrapping one hand around his cock Blaine threw his head back onto Kurt's shoulder. "Come with me baby, come on."

"I'm gonna..." Kurt managed to get out before both men spilled over the edge together with a loud shout.

Collapsing sideways onto the bed, they lay still joined together as they struggled to get their breathing back under control.

"Holy shit that was...that was..."

"Yeah." Kurt agreed, before gently kissing the bite mark he had left on Blaine's shoulder and slowly pulling out. "I may have gotten a little carried away on your back there, sorry about that."

"Ah, s'okay, you can kiss it better in the morning." Blaine murmured sleepily as he pulled his boyfriend's arms tighter around his waist.

"Hey...we need to clean up before sleeping Blaine."

"Nah...do it in the morning."

"No. It'll be all gross. Come on, then we can cuddle I promise."

Reluctantly, Blaine cleaned himself and Kurt with a washcloth and helped change the sheets. Climbing back in, he pulled Kurt to him and kissed the tip of his nose.

"I love you Kurt."

"I love you too Blaine."

Just before sleep took him, Blaine reached for his phone and typed out a message.

To: Becky

From: Blaine

You, Becky. I'm thankful for you and Laura ;)