A/N: Second last chapter. For reals this time.

Also, do I smell resolution...?

This time it was Kurt's turn to wake with a headache, and as he lifted his burning eyes from his ever comforting pillow it wasn't without a strain. His clock beside his bed informed him it was well after noon and irritation seeped in. He hated losing the day to sleep.

When he finally managed to pull himself from his bed, he trudged down the stairs, thankful for his family's absence as he set to work, pulling all the ingredients he needed from the pantry. He was an admitted stress baker and if anything could make him feel better right now it was cupcakes.

He switched on his radio, humming to himself as he worked, pulling the batter together with practiced precision. It was simple and easy; exactly what he needed right now.

I don't have much money but boy if I did…

He poured the batter into the little patty cakes, smiling serenely as he managed to get the portions perfect.

I'd buy a big house where we both could live…

He slid them into the oven and was just shutting the door when another voice joined in, making him jump up in fright.

So excuse me forgetting but these things I do…

It was Blaine.

See I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue…

Blaine was walking towards him, his eyes wide and sorry, regret tracing his every feature.

Kurt's heart came to a standstill.

Anyway the thing is what I really mean…

He reached across the counter and gripped Kurt's hands in his.

Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen…

"What are you doing here, Blaine?" Kurt whispered.

"You left your spare key under the mat," Blaine answered, "just like always."

Kurt shook his head. "You know that's not what I meant…"

Blaine took a deep breath. "I came to apologise…"

Kurt sniffed. "I guessed as much." Blaine's face folded into a frown.

"So…"

Kurt huffed. "How much longer are we going to keep doing this, Blaine?" he snapped. "How many more times are you going to fuck up and come crawling back for an apology only for me to forgive you and you fuck up again?"

Blaine looked like Kurt had slapped him.

"I'm sorry," he uttered after a moment. "I… I can't help it…" he shut his eyes, clenching with frustration. "I'm a destroyer, Kurt. I wreck everything good in my life. It's always been this way. I told you a long time ago I wasn't a good guy."

"And what did I tell you?" Kurt whispered.

"You can do better than this," Blaine recalled, Kurt's words sounding so foreign on his own lips.

"It's not too late," Kurt added, nodding resolutely. "I'm sorry, Blaine, I just…" he sighed, "I'm tired."

And suddenly, just like that, Blaine understood. A small smile of realisation crept onto his lips and he was reaching for Kurt's hands once more.

"And what did I tell you?"

Kurt furrowed his brow in concentration, thinking deep back…

Then give me somebody to do better for.

Kurt surged across the counter, grabbing Blaine's jaw in his hands and breathed warm against his lips.

"Oh, thank god."

And then he kissed him.

The counter was digging painfully into his thigh and Blaine tasted like too strong mint toothpaste (Kurt had never been a mint person) and their teeth clacked together and it was too hard and desperate but fuck.

It was more than Kurt had dreamed.

Kurt couldn't resist winding his hand through Blaine's curls. He had done so many times before, even just as friends but god it meant so much more now. And Blaine's jaw was strong under his hands and he could feel his muscles working under his skin, feel his tongue pry against his lips and feel the hummingbirds stuttering frantically in his stomach.

He could feel everything.

And he was probably putting too much of himself into it and he could feel himself falling apart in Blaine's arms, but for once, he thought he just might catch him.

"Please," Kurt whimpered suddenly, "please tell me."

"Tell you what," Blaine murmured, kissing across his cheek and down his jaw, mouthing eagerly across his skin. Kurt shuddered beneath him.

"Tell me this is real."

Blaine stopped for a moment, looking up to meet Kurt's eyes. Kurt was shocked at the genuine emotion sparkling in the gold gaze that met his and Blaine's hand trailed down the path his mouth had just followed agonisingly gentle.

"I'm in love with you, Kurt Hummel. I wrote it and I've said it but I've never meant it so much as I do now."

The earnesty in his tone rocked him to the core and as much as the barriers guarding his heart just wanted to push him away and run out and go cry and forget about everything… he believed him.

"I love you," Kurt whispered. Blaine's expression collapsed and relief flooded him.

And that night, for the second time, Kurt and Blaine made love.

Kurt laid him gently against his sheets, pressing kisses along the beautiful bare body before him. Blaine shivered beneath his attentive touch, mewling as he sucked a bruise into his hipbone. He soothed it over with his tongue before venturing lower, his tongue circling around his perineum.

"Fuck!" Blaine wailed as Kurt pressed in, ducking his tongue teasingly into the hole. Blaine clutched desperately at the sheets below him, grasping frantically for something to hold onto, the ground him.

To remind him that this was real and that he wasn't going to float away at any second.

"It's okay," Kurt murmured, petting his thigh soothingly, "I've got you."

Blaine let out a shocked cry as Kurt's fingers replaced his tongue, twisting two fingers in him, stretching him out.

"Shhhh, baby," Kurt whispered, kissing his neck soothingly. Blaine's insides melted pleasantly at the pet name and he relaxed under Kurt's touch. His free hand was silky smooth against his back, tracing up and down his spine in long even strokes.

After a third finger was added, twisted high in him, reaching the cluster of nerves that made him keen loud and long, Kurt finally pulled out, kissing his lips chastely.

"I think you're ready."

Blaine nodded frantically. "Please," he urged. He needed him now.

Kurt went at an agonisingly slow pace and Blaine bit his lip, trying to let go of the pain and just feel. Kurt was so big inside of him and he felt so full and as ridiculous as it sounded, wanted. He felt needed, as Kurt moaned into his shoulder, messy sentences beginning in Blaine and ending with tight; various obscenities wrapped in the middle.

Finally he was fully sheathed and Blaine released the grip on his lip, letting out a long groan. He felt…

Incredible.

"Blaine," Kurt whispered and Blaine recognised the need in his tone. He met his eyes softly and reached for his hand, threading their fingers together.

"You can move," he said. Kurt let out a sigh of relief.

"Kiss me," he commanded. Blaine smiled, meeting his lips halfway and kissing him deeply, the softness of his lips like sweet magic as they moved with him. Kurt licked into his mouth as he began to roll his hips and Blaine moaned as he was bombarded with the new sensations. Although they weren't entirely new…

With Kurt it was always different.

Always…

More.

It had been a long time since their first, but their bodies remembered each other. They knew how to move in perfect sync, how to please each other. Their bodies were a tangled mess or sweating, writhing limbs, but it was a beautiful mess and Blaine lost himself in the heat of it all, not knowing anything but Kurt.

Kurt pulling his hair.

Kurt touching his skin.

Kurt loving him.

Kurt crying his name and coming hard inside of him.

And then Blaine came to and they against the messy sheets together. Blaine couldn't stop smiling, even as they worked to catch their breath.

They cleaned up quickly, Kurt quickly diving under the covers and Blaine giggling (yes, giggling) and nearly tripping over in his haste to join him. Kurt pulled him into his arms and Blaine sighed contentedly as he gently kissed his hair.

This was where he was supposed to be.