Title: Future Endeavours (chapter 2)
Chapter rating: R! (Man love, proceed at your own risk!)
Warning: Slashy slash
Summary: Kurt has been keeping something very important from Blaine, but for some reason, he thinks now is a good time to open up and share...
Disclaimer: The characters here-in do NOT belong to me. I make no claim to them, and am making no monetary gain, nor any kind of gain, from the publication of this piece. No copyright infringement intended.

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Blaine closed the door after Burt walked away. "So," he asked, turning to face Kurt, who was already starting to unpack, "Want to…you know…re-christen your room?" A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, but otherwise his body gave no notice to how excited he was at the prospect. His hand still hung on the door knob, waiting to lock it if his boyfriend were to acquiesce.

"Blaine, you can't be serious! In my dad's house?" Kurt couldn't help but smile, too.

"It wouldn't be the first time."

His argument moot, at least to his satisfaction, Kurt pushed his suitcase onto the floor and fell back onto the bed. "Come on," he growled, beckoning his love towards him. Blaine clicked the lock into place and tumbled atop Kurt, catching his lips in a kiss. "We have to be quiet," Kurt mumbled into his mouth, "Finn's room is next door." Blaine assented by dipping his head for a deeper kiss, willing Kurt to open his mouth a let his tongue in. They continued kissing as Blaine reached down to undo Kurt's trousers before unzipping his own jeans. They parted so both could breathe and slip off their pants before crushing their bodies back together. Kurt had never been an enormous fan of sex. He loved the way it felt and the heat that coursed between them, electricity pulling them back to snap together after every second apart. But whenever he thought about it too much, he found it to be rather disgusting. Blaine, knowing this, tended to move quite fast once his boyfriend agreed to fool around.

He pushed Kurt forward on the bed and then kissed him before hopping off and rummaging around in his bag for something. He came back seconds later with a bottle of lubricant in his hand. He pulled the cap off with his teeth and pumped a substantial amount into his hand. "I love you," he whispered, dropping the lube and grasping Kurt in his empty hand, moving his hand slowly up and down. Kurt hissed at the contact before Blaine bent to take him in his mouth, wetting Kurt's cock, and sitting back up, coating his own in the lube he had been holding on to. "Ready?"

Kurt nodded, grabbing his own member and lifted his legs to give Blaine better access. One swift movement and Blaine was in. After a few years of practice, they had this down to an art. Kurt gasped before clapping a hand over his mouth to silence himself. He raised his hips, bumping at Blaine, meeting him in the middle. Blaine grasped both of Kurt's hips, pulling him as close as he could, skin on skin. They were already hot, with their sweaters still on, pushing and sliding against each other. It didn't take long to Blaine to finish, and he pulled out, bending to take Kurt in his mouth again, finishing of the young man. He sat up between Kurt's legs and wiped lazily and his mouth before leaning in for a kiss. He was thwarted when Kurt reached up and pushed him away. "Oh no, I told you if you're going to do that - which is fine, I like it - you cannot kiss my afterwards until you've brushed your teeth."

Blaine frowned but rose off the bed, sliding a hand along Kurt's leg, and found his jeans. "You know, things would be a lot more fun if you would just let me be dirty." He grinned, tugged on his jeans, and grabbed his toothbrush before heading down the hall to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

"So how are you boys enjoying New York?" Carole asked, setting down a casserole dish on the table before seating herself.

"Oh, it's interesting, that's for sure," Blaine answered first, dishing food onto Kurt's plate before filling his own.

"You should have been there when we were first looking for an apartment," Kurt told her.

"Hold on a sec," Burt interrupted, "you guys told me you had a place when you moved up there."

"Woops." Kurt smiled at his dad. "Well, we did. But it kind of…fell through. The rent was more than we could really afford. So we started looking for another, more affordable place to live. The place we found is fine, but some of the apartment buildings, oh God, it was like it was out of a horror film or something."

"But now, we're settled in, we've both got pretty good jobs, and we've been auditioning all the time."

"Blaine, don't lie. They're crappy jobs, dad. So…boring."

Burt couldn't suppress his grin, "Kurt, everyone has to do jobs they don't like every now and then. Boring jobs. To get where they want to be. Your mom's first job was cleaning shoes at a bowling alley."

"I know that," he scoffed, "I just wish I could fast forward to the time when I have a job that I really love."

"I have a great job," Rachel interjected, clearly unable to remain mute for much longer. "I just started rehearsing for a show at the community theater."

"Er…is that a job?" Blaine asked politely before Kurt could say it any differently.

"Oh yes," Rachel smiled at them, "it certainly is."

"So, listen, Kurt and I still have some Christmas shopping left to do. Mind if we go tomorrow?" Blaine swiftly changed the subject, turning to Burt.

"Oh, yeah, sure. I didn't have anything specific planned for tomorrow. But the next day, don't make any plans! We're picking out and decorating the tree."

"Okay, dad."

Blaine and Kurt were standing inside of a department store, glancing around and deciding where to go first. Blaine pointed their clasped hands to the jewellery section, "Didn't you want to get your dad a watch?"

"Yeah. Listen, Blaine, there's something I've been meaning to talk to you about, and I keep putting it off and putting it off, but I just can't anymore. Can we go get a coffee first?"

Instead of answering vocally, Blaine led the way to the coffee shop inside to mall. He had trouble swallowing over the thickness in his throat, unsure of what Kurt wanted to talk about. He hoped that his lover didn't notice his shaking hands or sweaty palms or violently beating heart. What could Kurt want to talk about that was so serious? Suddenly Blaine felt extremely nauseated. Was Kurt breaking up with him? Now? Before Christmas? Here? He stood behind Kurt as the man ordered for both of them, waited silently as the drinks were made and shuffled over the table before sitting down. The silence between the two of them was audible, but finally Kurt cleared his throat, tapping the top of his coffee cup.

"I don't really know how to say this, so I'm just going to –"

"Are you breaking up with me?"

"What? No! Of course not! Why would I break up with you?" Kurt reached across the table, grabbing one of Blaine's hands. He used the pad of his thumb to stroke the sensitive skin he was touching, ignoring a seemingly irate glare from a table nearby. "Honey, I love you. I would lose everything if we weren't together." Blaine couldn't help his eyes from watering, and he swallowed desperately, trying to speak. He couldn't work up a voice, so just nodded and hoped Kurt understood. He seemed to, because he continued with his previous, possibly rehearsed, speech. "Alright, I'm just going to say it," he seemed to say more to himself than Blaine. "I have been thinking it's time for a change. For me. And, well, you, too."

Blaine nodded.

"It's going to be expensive, but I've been thinking about it for a while. But you'd have to be absolutely 100% okay with it first. And it's okay if you need some time to think about it."

Again, Blaine nodded, still enjoying the soothing motion of Kurt's thumb over his hand.

"I have been thinking…about getting a sex change."