Blaine's eyes darkened at Kurt's words and Kurt felt a surge of fear run through him. He knew he wasn't dangerous, he couldn't be.

But it wasn't what Blaine had done that scared Kurt.

It was what he was doing to him that scared him.

What he was doing to his heart - because Kurt had never felt like this. Not about Finn, not about Sam, not about Jeff and most definitely not with Karofsky.

It was all new territory.

Kurt's mind was whirling as Blaine took a step forward, closing the already tiny distance between them. His breath was hot on Kurt's neck as he leaned forward and whispered in his ear.

"I guess I'd better give you something to remember me by then."

Kurt could only gasp as Blaine's talented mouth latched onto his neck, licking and biting his way across. A little whimper escaped his throat and Blaine swallowed it down, moving to his lips and kissing him deeply.

Kurt felt his head spinning from lack of oxygen and the dizzying sensations running through him. He broke back from the kiss gasping for air. Blaine leaned in again but Kurt pushed him back.

"We can't do this here," Kurt whispered in answer to Blaine's questioning look. Blaine's eyes were hungry as they considered this. Kurt didn't know exactly what he was implying – the words had just slipped out.

But before he had time to say anything else, Blaine grabbed his hand and was pulling him down the other end of the hall, flinging open the last door on the floor and pushing him inside the thankfully empty dorm room and pinning him against the wall, lips wet against his collarbone.

Kurt's breathing stuttered for a moment as he realised that Blaine had been sleeping just down the hall this entire time. Blaine slept down the hall from him. He dreamt down the hall of him.

"What do you dream about?" Kurt whispered, his mind unfiltered at the urgent press of Blaine's lips.

Blaine pulled away for a moment, lips lightly bruised and eyes full of unmistakeable lust. "You," he growled before pressing his lips against his again, with more force, more need more hunger.

Kurt was lucky Blaine had a good hold of him as he felt his knees weaken. Blaine… dreaming of him.

"What do you dream about me?" Kurt couldn't help himself.

Blaine let out a moan and nudged Kurt's thighs apart, pressing a leg between. Kurt gasped at the friction.

"You…and me…" Blaine groaned. "Last night… you fucked me."

Kurt hit his head against the wall as he threw his head back, a rather obscene noise that he couldn't believe had come from his own mouth echoing in the dark space of the empty dorm.

Blaine had dreamt about him fucking him.

Holy shit.

And just like that, Blaine had lit up something inside of him. A new light sparked in his eyes as he captured Blaine's lips in a hot, lush kiss, pulling away only to murmur in his ear.

"Why don't we make your dreams a reality then?"

Grinding down against Blaine's thigh, Kurt was rewarded by a rather loud moan from Blaine. Kurt smirked, licking his way down Blaine's throat, peppering short, hot kisses across his collarbone.

"Can't say no to that," Blaine agreed, his voice breathless nad higher than Kurt had heard it as he undid the top buttons of his cardigan. He undid the rest, sliding it off and starting to work on his button down.

"Why so many layers?" Kurt whispered frustrated as his fingers fumbled with buttons.

"Sorry," Blaine whimpered as Kurt pulled the rest of it off with a yank.

"You should be," Kurt muttered absently under his breath, his eyes drinking in the sight of Blaine's bare chest in front of him for the second time.

He was beautiful.

"Please stop staring."

Kurt looked up, a flash of hurt stinging in his chest. He hadn't meant to be so obvious. He tried to meet his eyes but Blaine was looking down at his stomach, a flicker of something all too well known to Kurt, flashing in his eyes.

It was self-consciousness.

Kurt followed the path of his eyes down to just above his hipbone where the brand of carved skin stood out. FA it read.

"Blaine," Kurt breathed, moving his hand towards it gently. Blaine batted it away, now looking at the floor. "What-who did this to you?"

"Just a bunch of douches at my old school." The casualness of Blaine's tone filled Kurt with sadness. "They didn't get time to finish before the cops arrived." Blaine met Kurt's eyes darkly. "Branded me with my own knife. That's why I'm here, Kurt. Because I was in possession of a weapon."

"What about the others?" Kurt gasped.

Blaine let out a derisive laugh. "In Juvie. At least I got the better deal."

Kurt didn't ask why Blaine had a knife with him. He didn't want to know. Right now it wasn't important.

"If it means anything," Kurt said slowly, "I didn't even notice it until you pointed it out."

Blaine's eyes flashed and he let out a small sigh. Kurt smiled to himself as he realised that Blaine had probably been waiting for somebody to say that for a long time.

"I think you're beautiful," Kurt breathed earnestly, taking Blaine's cheeks in his hands. Blaine leaned into the caress, his eyes shining as he met Kurt halfway for another kiss, a lot more gentle and certainly more loving than any of the others they had shared previously.

But this time they didn't stop.

Soon their kisses turned more feverish and frantic, hands mapping out skin heatedly, muscles twitching under quick, soft touches. They made quick work of the rest of their clothes, tossing them aside and climbing eagerly onto the bed.

"Do you have-?"

Blaine nodded, quickly pulling lube out of his bedside drawer and handing it to Kurt. Kurt swallowed hard, wondering how long he had had that. He wondered distantly if he had ever fingered himself whilst thinking about him…

"Yes," Blaine uttered hoarsely, his eyes feverish and hungry as they met Kurt's. "I have."

Shit. That wasn't supposed to be out loud.

Pretty much past the point of caring, Kurt quickly unscrewed the lid and drizzled the cool liquid over his fingertips, moving closer to Blaine. Blaine wrapped his hands around Kurt's hips and rested his head in the crook of his collarbone as Kurt shifted his hands lower.

"Ah-fuck!" Blaine cried out.

"Sorry," Kurt winced. "I-I've never done this before."

"It's okay," Blaine hissed. "Just-just go slow."

Kurt nodded and waited until Blaine gestured to continue to push in further. Blaine cried out again, but he adjusted quicker, begging Kurt to add another, and then another until…

"Fuck!" Blaine screamed.

"Prostate?" Kurt whispered.

"Yup," Blaine confirmed breathily, his eyes bright and breathing laboured. Kurt's heart swelled. He was beautiful like this, coming apart under his touch. He ran a hand through Blaine's loose curls.

"Let me know when you're ready," Kurt said softly. Blaine met his eyes and he didn't even need to speak – his eyes said everything.

I am ready.

Kurt aligned himself up with Blaine, their eyes locked the entire time as Kurt slowly pushed in, a little worried about hurting him. The second of contact, Blaine began to cry out, moaning obscenely loud as Kurt pushed into him.

"So tight," Kurt gasped out. Blaine clenched his eyes shut, a mixture of pleasure and pain rushing coursing through his veins and lighting his entire body on fire.

"K-k-kurt," he cried, throwing his head back in ecstasy as Kurt brushed against his prostate.

Kurt thrust in again, loving the beautiful sounds coming from Blaine as he fell apart underneath him. Their touches grew even more frantic, more wanting, more feverish. Kurt tangled his fingers in Blaine's hair, tugging at it and emitting even more delicious cries from him. As he finally came, Blaine bit down hard on Kurt's shoulder, burning his name into his own skin. Kurt fell after, Blaine's name crying from his lips.

Physically and emotionally drained, Kurt fell back against the pillows, smiling at the smell of Blaine all around him – in the fabrics of the sheets, the softness of the mattress, the warmth of the body above him. Blaine laid against him, wrapping his arms around him and drinking in the feeling of security and warmth and comfort and love that he had gone so many years without.

And together, they slept better than they ever had.