Tomorrow, the movers would come. Tomorrow night, he would sleep in Blaine's arms in their new bed, in their apartment. It made him want to weep with joy.
And also with...well, not grief, exactly. Nostalgia perhaps.
He looked around in his apartment, at the stripped-bare walls, the empty shelves, the boxes lined up and piled upon each other, and sighed. He had paid the first few months' rent from the money his first collection had bought him. He remembered signing the contract, giddy with excitement and a little worried that his success wouldn't last, that he would have to move out in a few months because he wouldn't be able to afford the place anymore.
Well. It had all worked out in the end, even if it had been close a few times, but the truth was - he would miss this place and all the memories in it.
It called for a proper send-off.
So he had called Rachel and Mercedes and invited them to an evening of reminiscing, Musical binge watching and singing along so loudly that the neighbors would bang on the wall (They would just have to bear it one last time). They had done this often during college and after, watching movie after movie while getting comfortably buzzed on Limoncello and cheap wine. He wanted something just like that for today, only with better wine.
Back then, Santana had often been there, too. But he didn't want her here today. It still boggled his mind he'd had no idea she was in the lifestyle when she had so often sat on the predecessor of his current couch, beside her her then-Domme Dani. He was comfortable with her knowing about him and Blaine, of course, but he feared that she might let something slip towards Rachel and Mercedes, especially drunk. And he'd had enough of that kind of talk lately, thank you very much.
He had talked to her about it and thankfully, she understood, though of course she couldn't let it pass without some snarky comments and threatening to visit Blaine and give him a crash course on how to be a live-in sub. Not that she would know. Kurt knew that her and Brittany mostly just played around in the bedroom and sometimes switched, but he didn't want her terrorizing Blaine anyway.
When the girls arrived, they ordered pizza. Usually, Kurt would have cooked, but all his utensils were already packed except for three wine glasses, which directly after his guests were gone, he planned to wash, wrap and box.
"I can't believe you're moving!" Rachel exclaimed, looking around with the same air of nostalgia Kurt had had earlier.
"You would believe it if you had helped me packing like I asked you to," Kurt said.
Rachel's answering grin wasn't even apologetic anymore; all of them knew she hated dealing with anything related to moving, even if she was the one who moved.
"I'm happy for you and Blaine, though," she added with genuine warmth.
"His friend keeps calling me," Mercedes said, and laughing, they went about choosing the first movie.
They watched The Sound of Music, Moulin Rouge and half of Chicago, during which Mercedes fell asleep on the couch and they decided to call it a night. All of them were slightly drunk, enough so that Kurt remembered gushing for several minutes about all of Blaine's qualities as a boyfriend, though he fortunately had shown enough control not to add 'obedience' to the list. They had sung along in a satisfying volume without the neighbors disturbing them.
And now they stood in the open door, engaged in a tearful goodbye as if they would never see each other again.
It had been a good night, and Kurt looked towards the move with a slightly lighter heart.
The next day was at once stressful and exciting, as moving days tended to be. Blaine and he couldn't help but grin when they passed each other on the stairs, carrying boxes with stuff from the playroom with Elliot's and Chandler's help before the movers would arrive with the more usual things. Both of them were excited to be moving in together, even though Kurt supposed that Blaine still harbored a few doubts about how this would work. He himself did so less. He trusted in the strange way their dynamics seemed to accommodate each other, and if that should not work anymore, he trusted that they could figure it out.
He smiled at Blaine when they were alone upstairs for a short moment, catching their breath before going downstairs again. Kurt only now realized how much stuff he had collected over time.
"Someone's going to be punished tonight," he said, referring to Elliot's increasingly pissed expression at Chandler's constant whining about the too-heavy boxes and the too-steep stairs.
"Yes, Sir," Blaine answered, grinning. "I think he's doing it on purpose. He winked at me."
Kurt laughed and shook his head. "That brat, I swear."
Chandler and Elliot arrived with the last two boxes.
"You seriously need to look over all this stuff and determine whether you actually use it. I don't think there are as many toys in the whole of Defiance," Elliot said, letting himself fall on the only chair that was already there.
Kurt blushed. "I think I may have put a few things into these boxes that aren't toys but fit nobody else. And I think it is possible I have moved a few boxes into the playroom that didn't really belong there."
Only those that had been in the way, though. Not a lot, and no need to make a fuss.
"Anyway," he added brightly before Elliot's groan could develop into a scowl that never failed to remind Kurt of all the times he had displeased him while in training, and the consequences it had had. "We thought we'd take you out on Monday as a thank you?"
It worked. Elliot's grin was back in no time. "Ooh, the long-postponed double date! But no, Chandler," he said to his sub, who had perked up and looked like he had just had the best idea, "It won't end in a foursome."
Chandler deflated while everyone else laughed, and then the movers arrived with the furniture.
…...
In the evening, exhausted but content, they were sitting on the new, huge couch that had found a prominent place in the middle of their apartment.
Blaine had picked the couch and he loved it, but he found his gaze drawn to the new bed that stood where, in time, they would set up something like a bedroom.
He had not been allowed to be there when it was bought, nor to see it before today, but he approved of Kurt's choice, as he had known he would. It was a canopy bed, fitting as it offered a closed island of tranquility in the large, open space of their apartment, but he was sure that wasn't the only thing Kurt had had on his mind when he chose it.
Well. Blaine leaned back on the couch and yawned, closing his eyes for a moment. What ever it was, he would doubtlessly find out, but for now, it sufficed that the bed, already made up with new sheets and drawn-back curtains, looked incredibly comfy and inviting.
"I like the place you chose for us." Kurt voice brought him out of his thoughts, and he smiled.
"Thanks, Sir. I thought it might be a good fit. I like the bed."
"Yes, I thought you might. You'll like the other things I'll do, too, I'm sure. I took next week off so I can do everything while you're at work."
"Oh, will you greet me at the door when I come home and have dinner ready?"
Kurt laughed. "I planned to cook, yes. If I can get the stove to work." He cast a doubtful look to the kitchen part of the apartment. Everything was plugged in and Blaine was sure it would work, but he had to admit it still looked a little chaotic.
"Don't do everything by yourself," he begged. "The things I'm allowed to do, at least. Unpacking. I want to help."
His words were interrupted by another yawn, and Kurt laughed.
"No worries," he said. "There's enough to do for plenty of work for both of us. Starting tomorrow."
Kurt yawned too - it was infectious, after all - and added,
"How about we go to bed now?"
Blaine nodded thankfully, but didn't move. After a long moment, he asked,
"Carry me?"
Kurt snorted, stood up and offered a hand to pull him up.
"You'll have to walk yourself, I'm afraid. But I'll tuck you in."
…...
They worked through Sunday, putting up and arguing about placing furniture and unpacking. It was actually fun, with the music turned up and breaks when they wanted them, sweetened with coffee and pastries from the coffee shop across the street that was really good and made Kurt like the neighborhood all the more. In the evening, they were pleasantly tired, and the apartment already looked much nicer.
And Blaine was loose and relaxed and a little sweaty, and Kurt thought it was really time to christen the bed. Or some other piece of furniture, but preferably the bed, because he really was tired and it would be nice to just clean up and go to sleep afterwards. Or skip the clean up and go straight to sleep.
He went up to Blaine, who was looking good bent over a drawer, putting away his beloved bow ties. Without ceremony, he put his hand under the waistband of Blaine's sweatpants and squeezed before pushing further down, sliding a dry finger between the cheeks and finally nudging Blaine's balls. Blaine's breath hitched, and he stopped sorting the bow ties, but otherwise he stayed perfectly still and remained bent over in this uncomfortable position. Just because of that, Kurt caressed him further, enjoying seeing his legs strain and start to tremble. When he stepped behind him and pressed against him, though, Blaine spoke up.
"Sir, I'm - I'll fall over."
Kurt had to laugh. "Alright. Get on the bed then."
He didn't leave Blaine alone there for long, but at once lay down almost on top of him and started kissing him. Blaine's hands found their way under his shirt as they were kissing, and at some point, Kurt had to stop and just smiled against Blaine's mouth.
"Hmm?" Blaine asked, not taking his lips from Kurt's, but in order to answer, Kurt had to.
"I'm just...really happy we did this."
"Me too," Blaine whispered.
"Really? I know you had doubts if this would work."
Blaine nodded, still clinging to him and stroking his back under the shirt. "I did, but when I spoke to Tina the other day, I realized that Dom/sub relationships, or at least ours, have one advantage over most usual relationships, and that's really honest communication. So I figured, if I didn't like something, I'd just tell you, and we'd fix it."
"So simple, hm?"
"Yes, so simple. Now can you go on kissing me, or do I have to fix it right now?"
"No, no, I'll kiss you. I'll never stop," Kurt said, but then still stopped after a minute.
"Hold on, let me get the lube," he said and reached over to the nightstand to get the lube out of the top drawer. His hand tangled in the curtains, and of course there was no nightstand, nor was there lube.
"Crap," he said. "Did you unpack the lube today?"
"I don't think so. Is there none in your bag?"
"No, I forgot. Damn. So, do you want to go out and buy some or else look through the boxes?"
"Not particularly, if I'm honest."
"Me neither." Kurt flopped down on the bed. "That puts a serious damper on my plans for the evening."
"Hey, don't get grumpy." Blaine scooted down on the bed, laying between Kurt's legs. "Let me blow you, and we'll get lube tomorrow."
Kurt frowned, a little reluctant to let go of his new bad mood in favor of such a simple solution.
"Please," Blaine said and began mouthing at the fabric of Kurt's pants and at the same time rutting a little against the mattress. "You won't even have to do anything to me. You know how much I love blowing you. I bet I could come just from this."
"No - oh god," Kurt groaned as Blaine pulled down his pants and put his mouth on him in one quick move. "O-okay. Just, don't come. I want to reciprocate."