Sorry this took a little longer than usual; I had some stuff to do. It was only a couple of days, but to me that's kind of mean… Considering I left off at a cliffhanger. I apologize! Hope you like it!
~*~xo~*~
"... Kurt?"
The world stopped.
Or, at least it seemed to.
Everything around them disappeared. Nothing mattered except the fact that they were looking straight at each other. They were both alive.
Everything started moving in slow motion as Blaine started walking forward. Neither of the men took their eyes off each other for a single moment.
"Kurt…" Blaine repeats himself, his voice breaking as he says his husband's name.
Kurt seemed to realize what was happening, as he finally lurches forward towards Blaine. In no time at all, Kurt collides with his husband, being quick to wrap his arms tightly around him. Letting their legs collapse beneath them, they fall to the floor, clinging to each other tight.
"Is it you? Is it really you?" Kurt breathes out, already sobbing into Blaine's neck and grasping at the back of his shirt.
Blaine frantically nods his head, gasping out, "Yes. Yes, Kurt it's me. I'm right here. I've got you." He presses his lips onto Kurt's hair, letting them linger there as he clenches his eyes shut.
"God, Blaine," Kurt gasps. "I-I thought you were dead. How…?" Kurt chokes out the last word, pulling away slightly to look at Blaine in the eyes.
"I'll talk about it later… Right now I just…" He sniffles, smiling wide and lifting his hands up to cup Kurt's wet cheeks. He pulls their faces in close, resting their foreheads together. "I found you. I knew I'd find you. God, I'm so happy you're okay."
Suddenly, Kurt smashes their lips together. He grabs the back of Blaine's head, pulling him as close as he possibly can. Blaine wastes no time in returning the kiss, his hands grasping Kurt's cheeks tightly in his desperation. Hot tears swiftly run down both of their faces as they kiss, all of their held up emotions finally pouring out.
Kurt and Blaine only tear their faces away from each other when they hear a very loud throat-clearing behind them. They turn to see a grinning Puck, who looks to be genuinely happy for them. They look around at the rest of the camp, only to notice that everyone's staring at them in shock. None of them look disgusted, or even dismayed in the slightest, apart from Finn. He just looked sad. Rachel looks the most emotional. She's on looking both of them, smiling wide and crying her own tears of joy.
Sniffling, both men turn back to each other. Kurt slowly reaches out, cupping Blaine's cheek with his hand. He softly strokes his cheekbone with his thumb, staring into Blaine's eyes. "You're alive. You're okay… You're here," Kurt says, sounding as if he doesn't quite believe that this is happening.
"I am. I'm okay, and I found you. You're safe now, baby. I'm never letting you go again, okay? I'll never leave you like that again."
"God, I missed you so much, Blaine," Kurt chokes out, "I-I thought you were gone. I thought I'd ne-never see you again." He sniffles, leaning forward to connect their foreheads.
"I know, honey, I know. I'd never leave you. Never. Okay?" Blaine reaches out, gently taking Kurt's hand in his own.
Kurt smiles softly at this gesture, squeezing Blaine's hand. "Okay."
Blaine then utters the words that he never thought he'd be able to say to his husband again.
"I love you, Kurt."
"I love you, too, Blaine."
~*~xo~*~
"Wait, so you just woke up? Like, all by yourself? You woke up from your coma and had to go through all this by yourself?" Kurt asks, worriedly.
"Yeah. I went home to find you, but obviously you weren't there. I was so scared at first, Kurt. I thought you were dead," Blaine says, his eyes starting to water.
"Oh, baby," Kurt holds Blaine closer, kissing his temple. "I am so sorry. I can't believe you had to go through that."
"Don't be sorry, Kurt. It's not your fault at all. Besides, I knew you were alive."
"How'd you know?"
Blaine smiles, turning his head to Kurt. "All of our pictures and items from our memory drawer were gone. As well as our pictures off the walls. No thief or looter would have even dreamed of taking those. I knew that was my Kurt."
Kurt lets out a soft sob, nuzzling his head into Blaine's neck. "I missed you so much."
"I missed you too. I've never been more determined for anything in my life than when I decided I needed to find you. And I found you," he says dreamily.
"You did," Kurt states, pulling his head up from Blaine's shoulder to gently connect their lips. Blaine smiles into it, placing his hand on the back of Kurt's head and pulling him closer.
"Hey, can you dudes keep the love-making to a minimum? Thank you."
Blaine and Kurt break apart to look up at Finn, who's watching them from his seat across the campfire, raising an eyebrow. It's only then that they realize exactly where they are. They're sitting around a campfire with the rest of the group. It's funny how you completely forget where you are when you're with the person you love. No one seems to notice them, aside from Finn. They all seem to be talking amongst themselves about their own things.
"Sorry, Finn," Kurt pulls away from Blaine slightly, but not too much.
Blaine frowns when Kurt pulls away, shooting a quick glare up to Finn. What was this guy's problem? He should have known that he couldn't get away from the homophobes; not even during the zombie apocalypse. Noticing Blaine's slight discomfort, Kurt squeezes his hand, giving him a sweet smile.
Kurt and Blaine sit in silence for the next half hour, watching the campfire and enjoying each other's company. Blaine shivers slightly, prompting Kurt to turn his head in his direction.
"Are you cold?"
Blaine raises his shoulders in a small shrug. "A little."
"Want to go back to our tent?"
Smiling down at Kurt, Blaine answers, "I would love to."
Kurt stands up from their seat, pulling up Blaine with him before stretching out his limbs. "We're going back to the tent. Night everybody!" He declares, waving his hand at the rest of the group.
Blaine follows suit, waving his hand at the other people.
The ones that do answer reply at once.
"See yah, Kurt. Blaine."
"Goodnight, boys! Good to see you again, Blaine! I love you both."
"Get some, Hummel."
"Night, guys."
"Thanks again, Blaine."
Giving a quick nod in everyone's direction—including Finn, even though he just looked kind of pissed off—both men walked back in the direction of their tent together, still holding each other's hands tightly. They haven't let go of each other since the moment they were first reunited.
They quickly arrive at the tent, with Blaine holding the tent flap open for Kurt to walk inside. He quickly follows him, closing and zipping up the flap behind them.
"I still can't believe you're here," Kurt speaks up, turning his face towards Blaine's.
"I'd like to say that I can't either. But, in a way, I knew I'd find you. I never stopped thinking about you—not for a single moment. You're my Kurt. I wasn't going to rest until you were safe in my arms again."
"God, I missed you so much. I am just… I'm so happy you're here. I can't even begin to tell you."
"Me too. I can't begin to tell you how much I've missed you either, so… I want to show you."
Kurt smiles softly, but it ends up looking a bit more like a smirk. "Oh, really? How would you go about doing that, Mr. Anderson?"
"The same as I always used to, Mr. Anderson," Blaine states, pulling Kurt closer by his hand.
Kurt walks in close to Blaine, leaning in so his lips brush against his ear. "Demonstrate?" He whispers.
"Gladly…" Blaine replies, letting his own lips connect with Kurt's neck. He hums against the soft skin when he feels Kurt's arms snake around him. He continues to place soft kisses from the neck, up along Kurt's jawline, and finally to the pale, pink lips.
Blaine's hands trace the outline of Kurt's frame from his hips to his rib cage, pulling the thin fabric of the tank top Kurt was wearing with them. Kurt seems to take the hint, and removes his hands from Blaine's back to remove the piece of clothing completely. Blaine smiles softly, immediately placing a kiss on Kurt's collar bone. "Still as beautiful as ever…" He whispers.
Kurt responds by undoing the buttons of Blaine's uniform and untucking the shirt from his pants. He pushes the fabric over Blaine's shoulders and lets it fall to the ground. He pauses, taking in the sight of Blaine.
Ribs were showing through Blaine's skin, which had lost quite a bit of colour since Kurt had last seen him. There was also a bandage, clearly old, covering the bullet wound just below his left peck.
"Blaine…" He breathes, bringing his forehead to rest against the warm skin of his husband. He runs a hand over the bandage, gently. "We'll have to change this."
"We'll worry about that later, Kurt..."
Without another word, Kurt gently pushes Blaine down to lie on his back on the make-shift bed. He immediately sets to work undoing the belt of Blaine's uniform pants and pulling the waist band down and off of Blaine's legs entirely, underwear included.
Blaine lets out a soft hiss and the rush of cold air, but it's quickly forgotten as Kurt's mouth wraps around his already half hard cock. He lets out a soft whimper, feeling himself harden fully. Kurt's tongue swirls around the tip a few times before he begins to bob up and down. Blaine laces his fingers into the chestnut hair, watching those perfect lips work their magic.
It had been so long… and now, here they were and Blaine doesn't think he can last much longer, sure enough there's that familiar fire in his lower abdomen. He bites his lip to stifle a moan, not wanting the rest of the camp to hear them. He tightens his grip on Kurt's hair and pulls him up, much to Kurt's dismay. "S-Stop," he breathes. "Want to come inside you…" He adds, watching his husband's face change from confused to delight.
"Wait but, we don't have…"
Blaine cuts him off by reaching into the pocket of his bag, which they had thrown in here earlier. He pulls out the half bottle of lube he had grabbed from his and Kurt's nightstand with a slightly sheepish grin. Kurt gives a soft chuckle as he presses a soft kiss to his husband's nose.
Within seconds, Blaine has them flipped so Kurt's underneath him. He removes the last barrier between them in one swift motion, ignoring Kurt's half-hearted grumble about how those were expensive jeans and should be treated with more care. Even in the midst of a zombie apocalypse, Kurt still cares about his clothes. Same old Kurt. Blaine places an affectionate kiss just below Kurt's belly button.
"I love you." A kiss on the inner thigh.
"Missed you." A kiss on the other thigh.
"I'm sorry about the fight we had before I got shot." A kiss on the tip of Kurt's hard cock.
"I'm so glad I found you…" Blaine uncaps the bottle of lube. He squirts a generous amount onto his fingers and spreads it around until they're coated. He positions one at Kurt's entrance and gently slides it inside. He places gentle kisses along Kurt's chest as the taller boy gives soft whimpers.
Blaine slips a second finger in, and Kurt's voice grows a little louder. Blaine silences him with a kiss on the lips, again not wanting the other members of the group to hear.
A third finger and Kurt's hand reaches up to tangle in the dark curls, taking full advantage of the gel-free state. "You've always been my missing puzzle piece, Blaine…" Kurt whimpers out, as Blaine finally removes his fingers and slicks up his own cock with more lube.
"I know… you've always been mine, too." Blaine replies, lining up and pushing slowly inside. Then, knowing full well how corny it sounded, he adds, "I'm complete."
Kurt lets out a short laugh, gripping tightly to Blaine's back. After a few seconds he grunts, "Move!" to Blaine.
Needing no more words of encouragement, Blaine does just that. He gently nibbles at Kurt's neck as he thrusts back and forth, feeling that fire build up again. It doesn't take long for either of them, given the amount of time it had been since either of them had been together like this. Blaine's tempo stutters as his hips give a couple of shakes, he reaches between them and wraps his fingers around Kurt, giving two simple strokes and that's all it took for Kurt to come. Blaine follows suit immediately after, pulling out just before and coming on Kurt's chest so that cleaning up wouldn't be so difficult.
And then he collapses onto Kurt, cuddling close to him and breathing heavy. "I love you, Kurt." He mumbles sleepily.
"I love you too, Blainey." Kurt replies, using a nearby towel to clean himself off before wrapping his arms around Blaine and burying his face into his husband's neck.
~*~xo~*~
Alright, so. You know sunnyblainey? Kelsie? The girl I mentioned in the first chapter? Yeah, she wrote all the smut. ALL OF IT. She's amazeballs, seriously. I had her write it because I am terrible at writing smut in my opinion, and to make sure that this moment is as perfect as possible, I had her write it! :) It turned out far better than I had hoped, so CREDIT GOES TO KELSIE. AKA, "sunnyblainey"!