Hello! Thank you so much everyone for reading, following and reviewing this story!

I can't believe I've written three chapters. I've never written more than one-shot! But I found writing is so much fun!

Special thanks to my fantastic more-than-beta, Chris! You guys don't know about this, but he does so many things when he checks my writing. Oh my God, he is so good! xD

So, here's chapter 3. Blaine needs to fix things first, then sweet and hot Klaine scenes will come! I put a little smut in this chapter. Only a little bit, though! ;)

Hope you enjoy reading it! xxx

Chapter 3

Blaine sat against the wall of the bar looking down at his phone more worried than he ever had been. He had called and texted Kurt ten times leaving a voicemail every single time he didn't answer. Wherever Kurt was, he couldn't have gone too far. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, dropping his head down. It was almost 10 PM and it scared him that Kurt had just disappeared from the bar without a word. If he was still here, he'd show up by now. But there was no sign of him.

Twenty minutes had passed when Blaine was just about to give up. Kurt's home was only few blocks down, maybe he should go there and check. He stood up and left the bar.

…

Kurt looked down at his phone as he entered his apartment, closing the door behind him. He had received calls and texts from Blaine within the last half hour asking where he was. But he didn't answer any of them. He didn't know what to say. He was still shaken up about what happened at the bar and realizing that he and Blaine would probably not end up as boyfriends.

He did start to feel bad for leaving Blaine all by himself and putting an end to their great night. He admitted, he could've acted more like an adult and explained to Blaine that he just wanted to go home. Blaine deserved an explanation. Kurt opened his phone to call Blaine, but suddenly, he heard three knocks at the door.

He looked up from his phone confused. He wasn't expecting anyone at this hour. He walked over to the door and looked through the peephole. It was Blaine. He didn't know if he was happy or sad. He opened the door and there stood Blaine.

"Kurt," Blaine said relived. "I'm so glad you're here."

"Yeah," Kurt responded. "Here I am."

Blaine looked at him confused.

"What's wrong? And what happened at the bar? Why'd you leave? I was really worried about you." Blaine said in his soft voice, sounding really worried. Somehow, Kurt felt worse. He looked down, not answering the question.

"Come on in," he insisted. Kurt opened the door wider and let Blaine inside. He took a deep breath, closing and locking the door, thinking about what to say.

"Please sit down, I'll be happy to explain. Do you want something to drink?" Kurt asked. Blaine replied shaking only his head. Both boys sat down on the couch next to each other. Kurt was the first to speak.

"I'm sorry that I left the bar so suddenly. I… I wasn't feeling well."

It was not a complete lie. He just didn't feel like telling Blaine the entire reason. "Are you okay?" Blaine looked at him, caressing Kurt's arm.

"Yeah, yeah… I'm fine. I guess I just needed some fresh air. I should've said something to you, though. Sorry."

"Don't worry about it. As long as you're fine, that's no problem. You sure you're okay?"

Kurt nodded.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Thanks," Kurt smiled to assure him, even though deep down, he wasn't.

"That's good," Blaine moved closer to kiss him and instead of resisting, Kurt let him. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth to let Blaine's tongue dominate the inside of his mouth. Blaine gently pushed Kurt down on the couch, sucking on his neck and making him moan involuntarily. A combination between Blaine's skilled tongue and his own sensitive body, gave Kurt a huge amount of pleasure. As Blaine kept working on his neck, Kurt started losing himself. Just a few minutes ago, Kurt refused to have sex with Blaine realizing that this was just a one night fling. But now his body was clearly making the decisions. But maybe he shouldn't. Opening his body now would just be telling Blaine that it was okay for these usual down to fuck nights. But he was stressed and exhausted from thinking too much. Sex always worked for him to relax, so for tonight it just might not be a bad idea.

What…? No… With Blaine? He didn't want sex with Blaine anymore.

Kurt couldn't think straight anymore at this moment. His head hurt too much. Suddenly, he felt Blaine's hand against his crotch. He opened his eyes tiredly but they rolled back in his head when Blaine's hand started stroking his cock slowly over the fabric.

"Where's your bedroom?" Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear. "-Can I fuck you?"

"Yeah… sure, why not? That's all what we are for each other, right?" Kurt breathed out.

"What?" Blaine asked as he stopped and pulled away. "What did you just say?"

"Us, just for sex, right?" Kurt said, opening his eyes to meet Blaine's confused look.

"Is that what you think about us? Is that why you left the bar, because you saw I had a sex friend and you thought that I didn't care about you and me?" Blaine frowned at what Kurt had just said. Kurt sat back up too, giving him a glare. His head was now hurting more shivering in the cold. Why was it so cold tonight anyway?

"I left the bar, because I didn't want to be just sex buddies, okay? I left because I thought we were more than that. But there you were, you had that Josh guy around and then you kissed him!"

Kurt stood up yelling, releasing all the anger he had inside.

"You are the one who doesn't care about us. And for a minute I actually thought we were on the same page. I don't know, I felt so stupid for having feelings for you. God Blaine, I was starting to like you. And I feel like such an idiot. I actually thought you liked me back."

As he finished shouting, he couldn't hold back the tears anymore.

"Kurt…" Blaine pulled him into a tight hug and Kurt cried quietly on his shoulder. They stayed like that for a few minutes as Kurt calmed down.

He pulled away from Blaine, starting to feel embarrassed.

"Sorry," Kurt said shyly, wiping tears away with his palm. He shouldn't have been this upset over this whole thing. This came from his misunderstanding after all. They weren't committed or anything. Blaine didn't deserve to be yelled like that.

"No, no, Kurt. Please don't. I-I'm so sorry that I made you feel that way. It was my fault," Blaine held Kurt's both hands in his. "Please listen. I met Josh and we had fun, yes. But that was before I met you. And I've never seen Josh outside of the bar, like I did with you today because I simply didn't want to. I really enjoyed myself with you today, Kurt, I think you are amazing. You're smart, funny, and sexy and all. I might sound cliché, but I mean it. I didn't want to spend tonight with Josh. It was you who I wanted to spend tonight with. Josh kissed me at the bar earlier but I pulled right away, and I told him we weren't going to see each other ever again. Kurt, Josh means nothing to me." Blaine looked into Kurt's eyes, which were still red and watery from crying. "I know you and I fucked last week when we first met, and there was supposed to be no feelings there. But ever since that night, I couldn't stop thinking about you. I didn't want to see anyone else but you. I've been thinking only about you… a lot." Kurt remained silent with shock. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was this true? Was Blaine actually saying all this?

"Now, do you still think you're just a fuck buddy to me, Kurt?" Blaine asked sheepishly, looking up at Kurt with a smile.

"No," Kurt quickly denied and smashed his lips against Blaine's, throwing his arms around his neck. Blaine's arms wrapped around Kurt's waist, pulling him closer.

"Kurt, I know we started backwards, but… I really care about you and I wish we could start over again from here. So… can you give us a chance? Please?" Blaine asked against Kurt's lips when they moved away, and there they were, those puppy eyes of his. Kurt really couldn't say 'no' to those eyes. Well, he wasn't going to say 'no' anyway.

"Yeah, of course," Kurt pressed his forehead against Blaine's and smiled.

Blaine smiled back but then his smile faded. "Wait…, Kurt. You're so warm."

"What?" Kurt looked confused but Blaine pulled away and put his hand on Kurt's forehead. Kurt just didn't know what was happening and he was just gaping at Blaine.

"I think you have a fever," Blaine declared and nodded.

"I don't think so? I'm fine, look…" Kurt stood up to prove Blaine was wrong but only to wobble. Thankfully, Blaine promptly stood up and caught him.

"Whoa, are you okay?"

"Yeah, okay… I just feel dizzy. And maybe that's why my head has been pounding so hard and I've been feeling so cold in here." Kurt sat back down on the couch and mumbled, resting his head on the back of the couch.

"That probably is," Blaine sat next to Kurt again and smiled a little bit. "Let me help you move to your bedroom. You can't sleep here."

"Oh, no, I'm fine, I can walk," Kurt said quickly.

"Okay, but I'll still walk with you, just in case"

Okay, so Blaine was stubborn and protective. Noted. But Kurt didn't care at all.

"Fine…" Kurt gave up and they stood together going to his room.

They entered the room and Kurt turned to Blaine. "Um… thanks, Blaine."

"You're welcome. You make sure you change your clothes and go to bed, Okay? I'll go home now but I'll call you tomorrow morning to check up on you."

"You can stay, if you want," Kurt said without thinking, words slipping out of his mouth, He cursed himself in his head. This had to be this stupid fever. It must've been.

"Are you sure?" Blaine asked.

"Yeah, I am," Kurt felt dumb but he decided to blame the fever for all of this.

"Okay, thanks. I'll sleep on the couch."

"That's fine."

"Okay. You should lie down and get some sleep now. Do you have any plans for tomorrow? You might have to cancel them."

"No, I don't. I have this weekend off, thank goodness."

"Me too, actually. All right, then, you don't have to worry anything about tomorrow, so just sleep as much as you need."

"Yeah, I will."

"Goodnight, Kurt. See you tomorrow."

As Blaine's hand reached the doorknob, Kurt called out to him. "Hey Blaine?"

"Yeah?" Blaine turned around and found Kurt walking towards him and wrapping his arms around Blaine's neck. The fever made Kurt's pale cheeks a little pinker than usual. With eyes half closed, Kurt looked so sexy. Blaine held Kurt around his waist as he fell into his arms. Kurt felt nice in his arms.

Kurt leaned closer and whispered softly against Blaine's lips. "I'm so sorry again for tonight. For freaking out over nothing and leaving you alone at the bar. That was really rude of me. I'll make it up to you sometime, you hear me?" Kurt slowly kissed Blaine sliding his tongue into Blaine's mouth without a warning. He changed the angle again and again, pecking and nibbling his lips, making Blaine moan into Kurt's mouth.

Kurt didn't mean to seduce Blaine, but Blaine was so gentle and caring for him, and that turned Kurt on even more. Plus with this fever helping, Kurt felt he wanted Blaine. Now.

Blaine knew he shouldn't be kissing Kurt at the moment, because not only was Kurt not being his usual 100 percent self, but Blaine would also live to regret this later. He should be at home studying for his final exams that were coming up next week. He should be at his desk, focusing on his work. But it was too difficult to say no. How could he say no to Kurt when he was kissing him like that?

They started making out, heating up quickly, tongues battled one another as hands ran up each other's bodies. When Blaine reached for a kiss, he noticed Kurt's shirt was slightly lifted up from his jeans, exposing his smooth bare skin. Blaine slid his hands in there and touched Kurt's heated body from the fever. Kurt kissed Blaine hard and grinded his hips desperately, pushing Blaine against the door.

Holy shit, was all Blaine could think. Kurt probably had no idea what he was doing. It must've been the fever that made him do this. However, all Blaine wanted to do right now was carry Kurt to bed, rip his clothes off and just fuck him bare hard senselessly.

But he didn't. His teeny-tiny rational mind stopped him from following his own instincts and taking advantage of his condition. Blaine realized his cock was starting to get hard, at this point if he continued he knew he couldn't stop. He had just told Kurt that he wasn't just a fuck buddy and he wanted to prove that. Because he meant every word of what he said to him. So he needed to stop now, before he couldn't.

He peeled Kurt off from him and spoke softly. "Okay, Kurt, let's get you to bed. You should sleep now before you get worse."

"Mmmm… I don't want to sleep," Kurt pouted as a protest.

"Yes, you do, believe me," Blaine chuckled at Kurt's cuteness.

"Okay," Kurt sighed but didn't argue anymore. Although he was so horny, he was also feeling so tired and his head was killing him. Maybe he could use some sleep.

Blaine helped him go to bed and change into his pajamas. He tucked him into bed and put the comforter over him.

"Thank you, Blaine," Kurt murmured and closed his eyes.

"Good night, beautiful. Sleep tight. Don't let the bedbugs bite," Blaine softy kissed Kurt's forehead. Kurt giggled at the sudden impact, immediately falling fast asleep. Blaine turned off the light and left the room. He went back to the living room, lied down on the couch and pulled the blanket on top of himself, closing his eyes.

…

It was 8 in the morning when Blaine woke up on the couch at Kurt's apartment the next day. The entire place was so quiet and there was no evidence that Kurt was awake.

Blaine sat up and stretched himself, and walked to the kitchen. It was small but clean and neat, and he could easily tell Kurt cooked there a lot. There were a magnetic spice rack on the side of the fridge, lots of kitchen knives, three cutting boards, and all sorts of ladles, whisks, spatulas hanging on the tiled wall, and there was an advanced-looking cooking book on the kitchen counter. Behind the glass door of the cupboard over the counter, he could see lots of nice silverware.

He opened the fridge and looked inside, and found lots of food and right away spotted a left over roasted chicken and some vegetables. He took them out of the fridge and placed them on the counter, together with some spices he would need. He opened the cupboard doors to find a deep pot. He found it and put it on the stove, and cut up the vegetables and the chicken. He then started cooking them skillfully. Yes, Blaine could cook too.

In less than an hour, he finished up cooking a very nice smelling chicken soup. He turned off the stove and walked over to Kurt's bedroom to see if he was awake. He doubted it though.

Blaine opened the door of Kurt's room quietly and peaked inside. Kurt was still in bed, not moving at all. He approached to the bed and sat down beside him, and started stroking his hair softly.

"Hey Kurt," Blaine said with a whispering voice.

"Mmm… Blaine?" Kurt opened his eyes and saw Blaine looking at him.

Blaine touched Kurt's forehead and sighed. "How do you feel?"

"Um… My head still hurts and I'm feeling like crap," Kurt pulled the comforter over his shoulders.

Blaine felt Kurt's forehead. "It's not as high as last night, but you still have a fever. You should stay in bed today."

"Yeah, sounds like a plan," Kurt smiled weakly and closed his eyes again.

"Sorry I used everything in the kitchen without asking you but I made some chicken soup. Do you want some?"

"What? You cooked? For me?" Kurt opened his eyes surprisingly.

"Yeah, hope it tastes good," Blaine brushed a little bit and smiled.

Kurt couldn't believe it. Who would cook for him besides his mom and dad? Probably no one.

"I'd love to have some," He said as he reached out for Blaine's hand.

"Awesome, I'll go get it." Blaine pressed a soft kiss on Kurt's forehead and left the room.

Kurt couldn't help but smile at the floor. He cooked for me? He cooked for me. He. Cooked. For. Me.

Kurt's head still hurt but he couldn't hold back the ridiculous big smile on his face. Blaine must've cared about him, like A LOT, right? Who else did that when someone was sick, if they didn't care about them? That, and the fact that Blaine asked him last night to give them a chance suddenly started sinking in.

Blaine came back to the room holding a tray with a bowl of soup.

"Here's some soup." Blaine noticed the smirk on Kurt's face. "Why are you smiling?"

"Um, nothing." Kurt sniffed the nice aroma coming from the soup. "Wow, smells nice!" Kurt sat up on the bed and smiled. Blaine put the tray on the nightstand and sat on the bed too, passing Kurt a spoon and the bowl of soup.

"Careful, it's hot."

"Thanks," Kurt took the bowl from him and had a spoonful of soup. It sure was hot and he almost burnt his tongue. He made a face as the hot liquid went down his throat.

"Told you it's hot," Blaine laughed at Kurt's facial expression.

"It is but oh my God, this is delicious!" After the heat of the soup died down, Kurt could finally taste it. It was terrific.

"I'm glad you like it," Blaine smiled at him.

Kurt ate about a half of the bowl and even though he wanted to eat more, he couldn't. He had little appetite because of the fever.

"Can I have some more, later? I think I'm done for now," He said in an apologetic tone.

"Of course. Eat more when you feel better. I made a lot," Blaine took the bowl and the spoon from his hands and put them back on the tray.

"Okay, thanks, Blaine. It was really good."

"Thanks. Now, I think you should sleep more. Maybe you should take some aspirin. Do you have any?"

"Yeah, it's in the bathroom. I'll take some now." Kurt started getting up from the bed but Blaine quickly stopped him.

"I can get it for you." Blaine went to the bathroom and opened the cabinet, took out the aspirin and went back to Kurt's bed with some water. Kurt thanked him and put it down his throat.

"Good. I'll go home and let you get some peace." Blaine leaned down and kissed Kurt's forehead.

"Wait, can you stay little bit longer?" Kurt didn't like the fact that he was probably begging for Blaine to stay, but he really didn't want to be alone, especially when he was sick.

"Yeah, of course, if you want me to. Like I said, I don't have work today. If you feel better later, we can watch a movie or two, okay?" Blaine cupped Kurt's cheek and pecked on his lips.

"Yeah, sounds good," Kurt replied, sighing happily.

"Now, get some more sleep," Blaine left the room and Kurt decided to do what he was told. Getting some sleep wouldn't hurt. The more he slept, the quicker he would heal and have more time to spend with Blaine. After a few minutes, he drifted off to sleep.

Blaine spent a few hours reading some of the magazines he had found in Kurt's living room. It was a nice and quiet afternoon, and even though he was alone, knowing Kurt was sleeping under the same roof as him gave his heart warmth. Yesterday, he had spent the entire day with Kurt, but it felt like it had been weeks since he had picked him up here at his apartment. Even though he just got to know Kurt yesterday, deep down, he felt like he had known Kurt for a much longer time. Now here he was, at Kurt's apartment, cooking and taking care of him. How did this happen? But he didn't question it. It felt right. Everything with Kurt felt right.

…

It was around one o'clock when Kurt woke up and they ate the rest of the chicken soup for lunch together. Kurt started feeling much better after that. They decided to watch some movies together, cuddling on the couch in the living room. Kurt dozed off every now and then against Blaine's chest, listening to his heartbeat. It was so comforting.

"Kurt?" Blaine's soft voice tickled Kurt's ear.

"Mm?" Kurt shifted a little against Blaine's body.

"The movie is over. Do you want to move to your room?" Blaine questioned as he turned off the TV.

"I want to take a shower first. I sweated last night and I feel gross now," Kurt said and sat up, rubbing his eyes.

"Okay, stinky. Go take a shower," Blaine said laughing and got a soft punch on his chest from Kurt.

"You know what, Blaine. You stink too. You haven't taken a shower either since yesterday, unless you actually have the nerve to take a shower in another person's house without their permission." Kurt stood up from the couch and smirked at Blaine.

"Alright, I'm stinky too then," Blaine laughed.

"So, do you want to join me in the shower?" Kurt held out his hand to Blaine.

"Sure, that way we can save some water, too," Blaine got off the couch and smiled, taking Kurt's hand. Kurt led Blaine straight to the bathroom, taking two bath towels from the hallway closet and hanging them on a towel rack. Once entering the bathroom, he turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature.

Both boys took their clothes off and stepped into the bathtub. They let the hot water sprinkle over their bodies. Kurt poured some shampoo onto his hand and applied it to Blaine's soft curly hair. As Kurt's fingers started raking his hair gently, Blaine let out a small sigh and closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist and pulling him closer. Kurt bit his bottom lip when their naked bodies made contact against each other.

"Let me go, Blaine. I'll wash your body now," Kurt whispered softly when he was done with his hair.

"Mmm? Okay," Blaine fluttered his eyes open and unwrapped his arms from Kurt to free him reluctantly.

Kurt pumped out some body soap onto his hand and spread it between both hands. It smelled like vanilla and coconuts, which was the same smell Blaine remembered from last Friday.

"I love this smell," Blaine told Kurt when he started washing his torso, touching his chests and abdomen.

"Yeah, I like it too," Kurt smiled, reaching for the back of Blaine's body.

Kurt's hands rubbed against Blaine's body with slight pressure. He reached down and rubbed Blaine's ass, making him groan. He pulled away and then lowered himself as he washed Blaine's legs, making sure he avoided his crotch. Kurt's hands were all over Blaine, everywhere except for his cock. Kurt could see his cock stood up hard, begging for attention.

Kurt kneeled down and smiled up at Blaine, and he held his cock in his hand and opened his mouth to put the tip of his cock into the mouth. Blaine couldn't help but close his eyes at the sudden pleasure running through his body. Kurt started bobbing his head up and down slowly, taking Blaine's cock deeper as he did.

Blaine opened his eyes to see Kurt. His cock was wet and glistening with his own pre-cum and Kurt's saliva. Kurt's mouth was perfectly wrapped around his cock, sliding up and down the shaft in a steady rhythm. It felt so good.

"Shit, Kurt…"

Kurt felt Blaine's fingers sweetly pushing back his hair which was sticking to his face. He opened his eyes and looked up at Blaine. He pulled Blaine's cock out of the mouth and his tongue rolled out. Kurt's eyes were locked onto Blaine's when he slowly licked the head of his cock, as if he was licking a lollipop. Blaine felt his cock became harder at the sight of the erotic action.

Kurt kissed the tip of Blaine's cock before standing up. "Your cock looked too yummy to ignore." Blaine grabbed the back of Kurt's head and tugged him in for a passionate kiss. Kurt rubbed Blaine's cock up and down a couple of times with his wet hand while they kissed and moaned.

"There, all clean," Kurt whispered into Blaine's mouth, smiling when they pulled away.

"Thanks. Now it's your turn, baby," Blaine said with the low voice, giving Kurt a shiver. He looked up and down at Kurt's body with a smirk. Kurt brushed and bit his lip.

Blaine mimicked Kurt's earlier actions and poured some shampoo onto his hand and started washing Kurt's hair with both hands.

Oh yeah, this feels nice, Kurt smiled. No wonder Blaine looked like he was about to cum when Kurt washed his hair.

Blaine continued washing Kurt's body with the soap, moving his hands slowly up his skin. Kurt moaned at Blaine's warm hands roaming over his body.

"Turn around," Blaine commanded and turned Kurt's torso towards the wall.

Blaine washed his back and started massaging his shoulders.

"Oh my God, Blaine. That feels sooo good," Kurt's voice sounded more seductive than it should have.

"It does, doesn't it?" Suddenly his hands left Kurt's shoulders, placing his left hand on Kurt's hip bone and his right hand on Kurt's cock.

"Oh… Blaine," Kurt moaned as he put his hands against the wall in front of him to support himself.

"Does this feel better?" Blaine asked, stroking Kurt's cock slowly and kissing Kurt's neck.

"Mmm, go a little bit faster." Kurt put his right hand on Blaine's, moving both hands at a faster pace.

Blaine released his left hand from Kurt's hip and placed it over Kurt's hand on the wall, intertwining their fingers. He leaned on Kurt's wet back and started thrusting against it, damp skin against damp skin.

Kurt cried out loudly and pressed his arm and his forehead against the cold tile. Blaine kept thrusting up and stared at his hard cock sliding between Kurt's beautiful smooth butt cheeks.

The moans that each released echoed in the damp room. Water running along their faces and bodies and neither of them knew if the liquid on each other was from the shower or their sweat. Their bodies danced together libidinously as Blaine licked and placed a trail of kisses from Kurt's ears to his neck.

Blaine flipped Kurt over to face him and pushed him against the tile, slamming his lips on Kurt's. He took over Kurt's cock and gripped it together with his own, and started pumping them both. They let out the moan when both felt the friction of their sensitive cocks. Their kisses became sloppy as Blaine moved his hand faster with a firm grip. Kurt cried out into Blaine's mouth, one arm holding onto Blaine's shoulder while the other held his bicep. Blaine kept moving his lips over Kurt's neck and sucked, making Kurt's legs go weak. Blaine's free hand clutched Kurt's hip, fingers digging into the white skin, probably going to leave bruises there. Blaine glided his hips more violently now in sync with his hand.

Kurt's back leaned against the wall, feeling and loving the cold touch of the tile against his heated skin. He opened his eyes half way and found that Blaine's eyes were piercing him.

"You look so hot and so beautiful, Kurt."

Kurt started feeling dizzy now, but he knew it wasn't from the fever, it was from what they were doing, completely naked in the bathroom, bodies slipping and legs tangled against each other. Blaine stroke both cocks intently and bucked his hips forward forcefully to get more friction. He looked at Kurt through his beautiful, but dark, lusty eyes.

Kurt loved every moment of this.

Blaine was hot.

Blaine was beautiful.

Kurt wanted to tell him, but when he opened his mouth to say those words, only obscene moans came out.

Every time Kurt felt their cocks rub against each other, his stomach tightened, getting him closer and closer to the edge.

Kurt's eyes rolled back in his head when Blaine kissed him again hard, groaning, pushing his tongue deep inside and fucking his mouth. Blaine's hand pumped up and down faster, and his mouth traveled to Kurt's neck and licked and sucked it. Kurt clung Blaine tightly, wrapping his arms behind Blaine's neck.

"Blaine… Blaine…" Kurt whimpered into Blaine's neck.

"Cum for me, Kurt." Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear, using his sexy low voice.

That did a thing for Kurt. He shouted Blaine's name one more time before biting down Blaine's neck and came so hard. When Blaine felt a sharp sting on his neck, he came too. Their cocks pulsed, spurting the cum almost at the same time, mixing it and spilling over Blaine's hand.

Both boys were panting so hard. When Kurt came down from the high of the orgasm, he pulled away and looked at a big bite mark in front of him, tracing it with his fingers.

"I left a bite mark on your neck. Sorry, did it hurt?"

"It didn't. It was hot. Besides, I left a huge hickey in the exact same spot on your neck."

"Oh God," Kurt laughed and buried his face into Blaine's neck. "I'm tired now. I need to sit down."

"Let's wash off the soap and get out. I'll make us something to eat," Blaine said with a smile.

…

After the hot shower they had just had, Blaine made some grilled vegetables and hummus wrap for them. Blaine's food was so delicious, just like before. Kurt loved every bite of it.

It was about 8 PM when the boys settled back on the couch, cuddling after they ate and cleaned the dishes together.

"Now, I really have to go," Blaine said, finishing up his coffee and kissed Kurt's hair.

"All right. Thanks for cooking and staying for me," Kurt smiled hesitantly.

"Hey, no problem. I'm glad you're feeling better. So… see you next weekend?" Blaine asked with a smile.

"Yeah, sounds good," Kurt smiled back at him. "It was an amazing weekend. Even if I was sick for like half of it. But thanks for everything."

"It was my pleasure. Same to you, Kurt."

Both stood up and walked to the front door. Blaine turned around and kissed Kurt on his lips. "Goodnight. See you next week."

"Looking forward to it. Goodnight, Blaine."

That was that. Blaine left and Kurt closed and locked the door. The apartment suddenly seemed to be so spacious and so quiet. The fact was that he was already missing Blaine was ridiculous. He was sure he was falling for him. But how could he fall for someone so quickly? Was that even possible? It had never happened to him before, he swore.

Kurt shook his head and walked towards his bedroom. He probably should sleep now. Tomorrow was Monday and he had school and work. He sighed, feeling like the week would be so long until he would see Blaine again on the weekend.

Suddenly, he heard his phone beep.

Already missing you. –B

Kurt couldn't help but smile. It looked like it was not only him who was being ridiculous after all.

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A/N

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