Everything was still black but Kurt heard Blaine and his mother speaking simultaneously.

"Yes, he's unconscious...He's breathing..."

"Kurt, sweetie, Kurt, baby please wake up!"

Kurt opened his eyes and focused on his mother hovering over him which seemed strange until he realized that he was lying flat on his back.

"He opened his eyes!" Blaine said excitedly. Kurt turned his head and saw that Blaine was on the phone with someone which seemed really strange because given how concerned his mother looked why was he casually making phone calls? "Ask him his name," Blaine prompted Mrs. Hummel.

"Sweetie, can you tell me your name?" He was tempted to say yes but then he thought better of joking like that because the two of them looked so distraught.

"Kurt Hummel," he supplied.

Blaine came closer to Kurt, looked him in the eye and said very seriously, "Who am I?"

"Blaine Anderson, my boyfriend. But not if you keep asking me stupid questions and who are you on the phone with?"

"I think he's definitely feeling like himself; he's getting snippy with me," Blaine said to whoever was on the line. "What day is it?" Blaine asked.

"It's September 2nd," Kurt answered immediately. "Isn't it?" he asked suddenly worried that things were worse than he'd thought. He looked around and realized the room looked the same and he was wearing the same clothes so surely he'd only missed a second. He sat up.

"What year," insisted Blaine.

"2011."

"Who's the president?" Blaine repeated the prompted question. Kurt nearly blurted out Barack Obama before realizing that he had no idea who the President was in this line. He'd never bothered to look into things like that because he hadn't come so far since he was eight. Back then he was blissfully unaware of such things.

"Blaine, I'm fine," Kurt insisted instead of answering the question. He stood up against his mothers protests. "See?" he insisted and twirled around to prove it.

"Oh my God, he's spinning. Is that a symptom?" Blaine asked in a panicked voice.

"Sweetie, sit down," cried his mom at the same time.

"Give me the phone," exclaimed Kurt as he snatched the thing from his boyfriends grasp. "Hello, who is this and why is my boyfriend repeating everything you ask?"

"Sir, you lost consciousness and your boyfriend called 911 which is the proper thing to do. Are you having any chest pains?"

"No."

"Dizzyness?"

"No."

"Blurred vision?"

"No, I'm fine as I keep telling everyone."

"Headache?"

"No," Kurt answered firmly wondering if this list of possible symptoms that he didn't have was ever going to end.

"Sir, I'm not going to send an ambulance unless you request it as this doesn't seem to be a life threatening situation, however, losing consciousness for no known reason is cause for concern. I'd advice you to seek non-emergency medical attention at you earliest convenience. Do you understand what I'm telling you?"

"Yes, you're being perfectly clear. I'm fine and I don't need to go to the emergency room."

"Sir, that's not exactly..."

Mrs. Hummel snatched the phone from Kurt's hand.

"Is he really OK?" she asked the operator. "uh hu. OK...Yes...Are you sure? I can drive him...OK, I'll do that. Thank you for your help."

"See, no need to worry," said Kurt with a reassuring smile.

"She said that you don't need to go to the emergency room but I am taking you to the doctor first thing on Tuesday morning. I hate to wait that long but you do seem to be OK, now."

"Look, I appreciate the concern but I'm sure I just fainted from the excitement. Maybe I forgot to breath."

"Excitement?" she said looking puzzled.

"From winning the lotto. Mom, we just won the lotto! Didn't we?" Kurt suddenly realized that maybe he'd failed, which would really suck. He didn't remember the sixth jump. Had he made it? Kurt pick up the lotto ticket and handed it to his mom.

"I don't know I was too busy...you know worrying about my son lying unconscious on the floor," she replied with exasperation.

Kurt rewound to the point where the six numbers were on the screen. Luckily no one had turned off the TV.

"Alright, I'll humor you since you seem to have become obsessed about this. But I'm warning you - no more gambling. One lotto ticket and you are already acting like an addict." She checked each number on the ticket before shrugging and saying, "Five out of six. I guess that is probably a few hundred dollars but Kurt don't think you'll win that every time."

"I missed the power ball," Kurt mumbled dejectedly. Then he perked up and smiled. "No, Mom, five out of six isn't just a few hundred dollars. It's two hundred thousand. I know it isn't set for life money but it should be enough? Right? To get you started on your restaurant?"

"Oh, baby boy! Is that what this was about?" She hugged him close. "Kurt, I'm your mother, don't worry about me. It's my job to worry about you. I should have never mentioned money to you. You've always been so sensitive." She pulled back and looked up at him. "Don't ever get all knotted up like that again. Promise me? And even if you did faint from excitement, I'm taking you to the doctor on Tuesday."

"Yes, Mom." Blaine, who'd been silent since Kurt had snatched the phone from him, came up and snuggled in between Kurt and his mom, wrapping him self tightly around Kurt and burying his head in Kurt's chest.

"You scared me," Blaine said simply.

"I'm sorry," he said realizing that he been so foolish.

Mrs. Hummel tugged on Blaine until he turned to face her.

"Blaine, promise you'll watch him and wake me up if anything is weird."

"I promise."

"OK. I guess I can't stay up all night. It isn't like you have a concussion. Goodnight boys," she said and hugged them both together. She headed reluctantly toward her bedroom then looked back.

"I promise," repeated Blaine.

Once they were in Kurt's bedroom, Kurt started kissing Blaine tenderly but Blaine apparently had other ideas.

"Let's get you into your pajamas. You need to get in bed and rest," he said firmly.

"Blaine," Kurt chuckled, "I just fainted. I didn't have a tripled bypass. And I'm definitely not sleepy," he purred as he resumed planting kisses along Blaine's neck, subtly running his hands under Blaine's shirt.

"But maybe we shouldn't...Oh..."

"What shouldn't we do?" muttered Kurt against Blaine's skin as he sank down to undo his belt and fly. Fortunately, Blaine completely lost his train of thought as Kurt relieved him of his clothes. They ended up in the bed in nothing but their boxers as Kurt continued to distract Blaine from all thoughts of anything but Kurt's creamy expanse of skin.

"What do you want tonight, Kurt? Anything you want," promised Blaine as he dragged his lips along Kurt's collarbone.

"Anything?"

"Anything," groaned Blaine.

"What do you want?" countered Kurt.

"Well..."said Blaine thoughtfully as he ran his thumb across Kurt's bottom lip. Kurt nipped at it playfully causing Blaine to lose his train of thought again. When he regained his composure, he continued, "Your lips, your tongue, your mouth...you do incredible things to me with those."

"That's because I love using them on you, Blaine...the way you taste...feel...is that what you want?"

Blaine looked unfocused for a second but then shook his head.

"It's been so long since we...you know...," he said arching his eyes brows. "If you're in the mood."

"No, I don't know," Kurt teased as tongued Blaine's neck. "Do mean jerk each other off? Because I could go for that if you're in the mood," Kurt continued with a playful smile. He teased one of Blaine's nipples before continuing, "Or did you mean that we could hump each other until we come in our shorts? That would be fine if that's your fantasy for tonight," he smirked. "You're going to have to be very specific if you expect to get what you want."

"Oh Kurt, you are such a tease," Blaine groaned. "I want you inside me. Please. We haven't done that since I left for the Summer."

"You said I could have anything I wanted," countered Kurt.

"Anything," Blaine agreed trying to hide his disappointment.

Kurt kissed him softly then looked him in the eyes, all teasing gone.

"Make love to me. I want you to top tonight, if you're OK with that," Kurt asked hopefully.

"Oh yes, of course, baby. If that's what you want," Blaine replied enthusiastically. Kurt felt a wash of relief, glad to know that this was something they'd done before and Blaine didn't find the request out of character. "Under one condition," Blaine said with a sly smile.

"What?" asked Kurt carefully.

Blaine put his mouth to Kurt's ear and whispered, "Only if tomorrow night you take me and fuck me like the cockslut I am."

"OK, it's a deal," Kurt squeaked out, surprised out how hot Blaine's dirty talk made him. He swallowed and said quietly, "But tonight you'll be gentle with me? Like it was our first time...because it's been so long," he explained.

Blaine didn't answer with words but soon Kurt forgot how to talk too. He forgot everything, in fact, except Blaine. Blaine who could make him come completely apart. It wasn't anything like he expected. It was so much more intense, intimate, and euphoric than he'd dreamed. When he came back to a place where thoughts were possible again, he found himself in Blaine's arms, as his boyfriend planted soft kisses on his forehead, murmuring, "I've got you, sweetheart."

He lay for a short time enjoying the soothing feeling of Blaine's hands stroking his back and his soft kisses raining on his skin. As he did, he slowly realized that he was sweaty and slick with come. Then... ewww...dripping. He pulled back from Blaine with an obscene squish and wrinkled his nose.

"We need to shower, right now. I am not dripping...yuck... all over my sheets and I am not sleeping in the wet spot."

Blaine whined and gave him and adorable pout, "Can't we just sleep like this? I don't want to get up."

"No," Kurt insisted as he slipped out of Blaine's grasp and out of the bed. "Up and to the shower unless you want to sleep on the couch. Which, on second thought, I'm sure my mother would not appreciate that."

"So much for cuddles," Blaine complained as he followed Kurt to the bathroom. "You always to do this when you bottom," he grumbled. "Funny, you never seem to mind me sleeping in the wet spot when you top."

After they were clean, Kurt put on his pajamas because he could not imagine sleeping naked. He just hoped that wasn't something he normally did in this line. Apparently not because Blaine didn't seem to be surprised. Blaine put on a clean pair of boxers and a t-shirt before settling into bed with Kurt spooning him. He sighed contentedly and clutched Kurt's hand as he said dreamily, "I love you, Kurt."

"I love you, too," he replied giving his boyfriend a reassuring squeeze. As Blaine's breathing evened out, Kurt stayed awake, wondering if it was true. He did love Blaine he reassured himself. But which Blaine his recalcitrant conscience argued. The Blaine that had grabbed his hand and dragged through the halls of Dalton nearly a year earlier? The Blaine that he'd poured his heart out to over coffee? The one who drove all the way to McKinley for a boy he barely knew but ultimately loved another boy? Or Blaine who came to his father's wedding but insisted they should just be friends? Or Blaine-5, who was his boyfriend for two months but had really fallen for another Kurt - Kurt who sang a moving song and cried for a dead bird. Blaine-6, the boy who had apparently given up on romance but somewhere buried deep in his heart longed for love? Blaine-7, a boy so damaged and traumatized that Kurt should want to run from him but instead he just wanted to hold him and whisper words of love and comfort.

And finally, there was the boy in his arms. Blaine-8, who had met and fallen in love with Kurt at sixteen. His boyfriend of two years. They'd had a sweet innocent courtship of being each other's first. They'd grown up together. He was sweet and generous and his mother loved him.

Every time he jumped for a better relationship with Blaine, he'd told himself that they were all the same. They were Blaine and he loved Blaine. It seemed so right when he was in Blaine's arms. Lost in his touches and his kisses, he had no doubt but in these quiet moments, alone with his own thoughts, Kurt wondered not only if it was possible to love Blaine in every universe but was he even Kurt? No one ever recognized him as an impostor, even his boyfriend of two years seemed to think he behaved the way he expected but still...he didn't know did he?

03 September 2011

Kurt managed to fall asleep eventually despite his over active brain that seemed stuck on existential questions that he'd never considered before he met Blaine. He woke up to warm hands running along his chest and a wet tongue lapping at this ear. Blaine was behind him; apparently, they'd switched positions in the night making Kurt the little spoon despite his greater height.

"Blaine!" Kurt whined as he wiggled to get his face away from Blaine's attentions. The boy was such a puppy.

"It's time to get up," chuckled his undeterred boyfriend.

"Says who?" Kurt grumbled.

"Says the delicious smells coming from the kitchen. Your mom is making breakfast and if we don't get up, you know she'll come in here and make us get up."

Kurt groaned in frustration and sat up.

"I didn't get enough sleep," he grumbled. "Can't we sleep in and skip breakfast?"

"Nope!" exclaimed Blaine looking entirely too perky for Kurt's taste.

"Fine!" He threw a pillow at Blaine for good measure before getting up.

There was coffee waiting for them when they arrived in the kitchen to see Kurt's mom working on crepes.

They sat that at the table and Kurt's mom came over to him, put her hand under his chin and lifted his face.

"You look like you haven't been getting enough sleep," she said in a concerned voice.

"Yeah, I would have rather slept in today."

"Is it the commute, baby boy?"

"That's not it; I'm just having a little trouble sleeping but I'm OK, I promise."

"Do you want to stay home and rest while Blaine and I go shopping after breakfast?"

"Shopping," Kurt said perking up at the word. "Tomorrow's Sunday, I can sleep in then."

His mom chucked, "I'm glad to hear that you're up for it. I need to find something special for the party at the Andersons' tonight and I'll need your help."

The three of them spent the day shopping, doing mundane errands, and ordinary things. By the time they were ready to head to Blaine's house, Kurt had seen for himself how much of a family they were. Kurt's mom treated Blaine like a second son though maybe that was to be expected since he'd been dating Kurt for nearly two years.

"You look fabulous," Kurt compliment his mother one more time as they approached her car.

"Are you sure?" she asked nervously. "No matter how many of these things I go to I still feel out of place."

"Stunning," assured Blaine. "And you know my mom and sisters love you. You'll have a great time. I'm the one who wishes I could skip this."

"Oh, Blaine, I'll be right there with you," Kurt assured his boyfriend with a hug. Kurt looked over his mom's car as they got in the back seat. He hadn't really looked before with so many other things on his mind. The first thing that he noticed was that he had no idea what it was. It was a small four door crossover of some kind but the logo was unfamiliar and the name, REVA, as well.

They arrived at Blaine's house which, unfortunately for Kurt, wasn't the same house he'd been to before. That would be asking too much he supposed. It was every bit as big and opulent as the one he'd spend time with Blaine-5 in. The party was already in full swing. Waiters carried hors d'œuvre and drinks for the guests who stood around chatting. It looked to be a fairly dull and stuffy evening ahead of them.

"Elizabeth, it's so good of you to make it," exclaimed Linda as she greeted Kurt's mom with two air kisses.

"Thanks for having me, Linda," she replied warmly.

"And look at you, Kurt. Wow, how much did you grow over the Summer? It seems like you are taller every time I see you. Give me a hug!" Kurt indulged her with a hug. "Remember when you and Kurt were the same height, dear?"

"Of course, I remember, Mother. It wasn't that long ago."

"Oh no need to be snippy, dear. You two run along and find your sisters while I catch up with Elizabeth."

Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and muttered, "Do you think anyone would notice if we just hid in my bedroom?"

"I think they would. It isn't that bad, Blaine. I'm sure we'll survive. Just don't start drinking and dancing on table tops."

Blaine gave Kurt a puzzled look.

"Why would I do that?"

Kurt snorted, "No reason, just yanking your chain."

There was an orchestra but no one danced.

"Bri!" Blaine called when he saw his oldest sister. She was standing next to a tall dark haired man who looked to be about the same age as she was.

"Hey, Sprout," She exclaimed pulling Blaine into a hug. "Oh my, Kurt, you've really gotten..."

"Would everyone stop mentioning how tall I've gotten? I get it - I've grown a few inches. I hardly think that's a shocking development."

"Well, aren't you the smarty pants today," she teased as she hugged him too. Kurt clasped her hand and noticed that she was wearing a wedding ring. The man next to here was wearing a matching one. As Kurt looked her over, he noticed that she seemed subtly different than the last time he'd seen her. It wasn't just the hair style, which was trendier and more sophisticated. There was less of an edge about her. She seemed more relaxed and softer in a way that was difficult to describe.

"Shall we tell them the news, honey?" Brianna asked her husband.

"You've already told you sisters so Blaine is going to hear soon, anyway."

"I'm pregnant!" she squealed.

Blaine jumped up and down with excitement.

"I'm going to be an uncle!"

Kurt noticed that he didn't say again. Of course, Carson wouldn't exist in this line. He couldn't because it split from the ones he existed in before he was conceived.

"Congratulations," Kurt said warmly. "You must be so happy."

"Oh, we'd been trying for so long and then we decided to just give up and of course that's when it happened. They say that's how it works. If you get yourself all stressed out trying too hard it will never happen."

They chatted for a while longer before Brianna and her husband, whose name Kurt never managed to find out, excused themselves to mingle some more. Kurt did discover that she wasn't a lawyer in this line. Instead, she seemed to be somehow involved in her husband's business, the nature of which, Kurt also didn't ascertain.

Blaine tried to mingle inconspicuously while Kurt's attention was focused on figuring out who everyone was and whether he was supposed to already know them, so they were both startled by the ambush.

"Blainers!"

Kurt turned to see Trey grinning like an idiot.

"Trey," he laughed. "What are you doing here?"

"Yes, Trey, what are you doing here?" added Blaine icily. "And you know I hate it when you call me Blainers. No one calls me that but you and it's stupid."

"Chill, dude. Kurt, how do you stand this stick in the mud? Oh, yeah, you two are like two peas in pod. Two tightly wound peas in a pod," he joked looking proud of his metaphor.

"Seriously, Trey. How did you crash this party. It's a private affair and I'm sure you are not on the guest list," insisted Blaine.

"I'm here with your cousin, Heather. She thinks I'm adorable in a rakish way."

"Is that why you're here bothering us instead of hanging out with her? Did she get tired of you?" snarked Blaine. Kurt was getting the idea that Blaine and Trey were far from friendly in this universe.

"She had to take a powder and I was bored. I saw the two of you slinking around and decided brighten your day!"

Blaine looked like he was trying to come up with a retort when Heather arrived and snagged Trey's arm.

"Baby, come on, I need you to be on my arm when I go say hi to Madison. Try to look cute. And smart...But don't talk - it just ruins the effect. Hi Blaine and Kurt. Bye Blaine and Kurt," she chirped as she dragged the tall blond away.

Blaine signed and visibly steeled himself for the next encounter.

"We need to go say hi to my father," he said resolutely.

"We don't have to if you don't want to," assured Kurt.

"Yes, we do. Or at least I do."

"Of course, I coming with you."

They approached a cluster of three men, one with dark hair tipped with silver that Kurt guessed was Mr. Anderson. The resemblance, like with Blaine's sisters was obvious. They arrived in mid-conversation.

"...those democrats are acting like they won the election! Seriously, after sixteen years in power it's like they can't conceive of a world where they lost an election. At the slightest hint that President Powell is going to raise the Pentagon budget and they have a temper tantrum...Blaine. Gentlemen, meet my son, Blaine, and his...friend, Kurt."

"Please to meet you, sir," each of the boys said after being introduced to Mr. Anderson's associates.

"Are you boys having a good time at the party?"

"Yes, sir," Blaine replied with a fake smile.

"Nonsense. It's boring as hell isn't it, Kurt?"

Kurt startled by Mr. Anderson's frankness answered honestly.

"A bit, yes."

That garnered a good natured laugh from the three men.

"Well, let's liven up a bit, shall we." Blaine shook his head nearly imperceptibly but Kurt really didn't know what he could do but humor the man. "What do you know about politics, Kurt?"

"Not much," admitted Kurt nervously. "I don't follow current events. I'm not even eighteen, so no reason to."

"You have a birthday coming up, don't you? Surely you plan on voting next year?"

"I suppose, if there is anything important to vote on."

"Do you consider yourself a democrat or a republican?"

"Undecided," Kurt hedged assuming that neither answer was a safe bet in this conversation.

"Well, regardless, if the environmental laws were less strict, perhaps, how would you see it affecting you personally?"

"I would drive a bigger car instead of that Prius. In fact, I'd drive a giant SUV that seats 8 people, even though I rarely have more than myself in the car, just so I sit up high and enjoy the feeling of looking down on people. I'd drive it back and forth to school, a ninety mile trip each way, and I wouldn't even care that it only got twelve miles per gallon because at least I'd be in the lap of luxury on the trip."

Blaine, just stared at his boyfriend like he'd grown an extra head, one of the men gasped audibly at 'twelve miles per gallon' but Mr. Anderson laughed and clapped Kurt on the back.

"Well, done! I like this boy. Kurt, you are a sight for sore eyes," he continued putting his arm around Kurt and squeezing him affectionately. "This one is a keeper, Blaine," he said to his son with a wink. "Kurt, let me introduce you to some of my friends," he insisted as he started walking without letting Kurt go.

Blaine tried to protest but he could only stand watching in horror, his feet frozen to the ground ad he heard the conversation fade.

"Have you ever thought about going into politics? Perhaps, starting a student..."

Kurt looked over his shoulder at his stricken boyfriend and mouthed a silent 'I'm sorry.'

Kurt tried to stayed focused on who he was meeting and what they were saying but he was worried about Blaine. Mr. Anderson introduced him to several people who he generally referred to as associates, not friends.

"Call me, Arthur, Kurt," insisted Mr. Anderson. "I have a feeling you are the ambitious one of the couple aren't you?" He continued on rather than waiting for a reply. "Do you have any experience in debate or public speaking?"

"No, sir."

"Polite, I like that. Well, no worries, that's what college is for. What were you think of majoring in?"

"Performing arts."

"No, no. That won't do at all. Prancing around seems to be all my son is good for but I get a different vibe from you, Kurt. I think you are a leader. I'm guessing that you like the finer things in life, don't you? You have ambition and drive."

"Those might be more like flaws."

"I'll admit that I didn't see it before but now...I think you could give me some fine grandchildren."

"Grandchildren?" Kurt squeaked. This was seriously getting out of hand. "I'm not even eighteen. Marriage and kids...We haven't even talked about that." At least he hoped not.

"Good thinking. You'll want to get your degree, get at least five or six years into your career before starting a family. Never the less, it all starts with a good school. Where are you thinking of applying to?"

"I haven't decided completely," Kurt hedged.

"Arthur, what are you doing?" asked Linda as she arrived and placed her hands on her hips.

"Just giving Kurt some advice about life choices. College selection, career choices, and the like."

"Sweetie, it's a party, not a job fair. Let the boy go hang out with someone closer to his own age. Scoot Kurt. I'm sure Blaine is looking for you."

Kurt made his exit gratefully and went to look for Blaine. When he found him, he was in a corner by himself, sulking a bit.

"Blaine, please it wasn't my fault. I couldn't be rude."

"What wasn't your fault? The part where you stuck your head up my dad's ass so far you could give his proctologist a report? The part where he likes you better than me because you told him exactly what he wanted to hear? What else did you two talk about?"

"Blaine, baby, let's go to your room for a while. No one will miss us. Come on." Kurt took Blaine's hand and waited for him to lead the way.

When they got to Blaine's room Kurt wrapped Blaine in his arms and Blaine started sobbing uncontrollably. Kurt didn't say anything, he just held his boyfriend and made soothing noises. When Blaine finally stopped, he pulled back wiping at his tears and said, "Sorry, I may have over reacted a little."

"A little?" teased Kurt. "Come on, let's just lie down and cuddle a while."

Blaine laid his head on Kurt chest and snuggled close and they lay in silence for a bit.

"I'm sorry I told your dad that I'd rather drive an SUV. I had no idea it would make him fall in love with me."

"I'm sorry I accused you of sticking your head up his ass. I guess it just really hurt to see him fawning all over you. It ruined my illusion that our differences are because I'm gay. Now I know that he just doesn't like me."

"Oh, Blaine. I don't believe that. He's your father. He loves you, I'm sure. He just got excited because he thought I might start a chapter of the young republicans or something like that. I don't think he knows me enough to like me."

Blaine sat up, pulled his knees to his chest, and wrapped his arms around them in a defensive stance.

"I know, Kurt. It's all me. I don't know why you put up with me. I can't seem to get through one of these things without freaking out. I don't even know why. My life is easy. I have my mom and my sisters. My dad and I...well, we don't get along but he isn't mean or anything. He's never been a bad father. In fact, he's given me everything. I've got no excuse at all but still I feel like something is missing. I know it's stupid and selfish. You lost your father and here I am whining that mine isn't enough for me. I suck, I know."

"Oh Blaine, don't put yourself down like that. You feel how you feel and it's OK. I miss my dad so much but the truth is he did go the extra mile to be there for me. He always did and there's nothing wrong with wanting that. Maybe your father loves you more than you know and he just doesn't know how to show it. He certainly seemed pretty warm to the idea of us today."

"Yeah? You mean you. It's weird in the entire two years that I've bringing you home, he's never really approved of you and now you're his favorite person."

Kurt snorted.

"I doubt that. He was just in the middle of some kind of political rant and apparently I said just the right thing. I didn't mean anything profound. I just wouldn't mind having a decent car instead of that stupid Prius. I was't being political, just selfish. I hate that car."

"Well, why don't you get your mom to give you the REVA? She could spend some of the lotto money on a new car. You should convince her to let you move back into the dorm, too. I miss you so much at night."

"I'll talk to her about it." Kurt had mixed feeling about the idea. He'd just found his mom and in a year, he'd be going off to college. He thought he'd like to spend evenings with her instead of staying with Blaine. He didn't want to tell his boyfriend that, though. Kurt moved over to his boyfriend and began to plant soft kisses on the back of his neck. Blaine turned and kissed Kurt fiercely before pushing him down on the bed, straddling him.

He put his lips to Kurt's ear and whispered, "I want to suck you off, now."

"You have such a dirty mouth, Blaine."

"You love my dirty mouth," smirked Blaine.