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Being so lost in Blaine and what they shared, and how amazing it was to discover new things about each other, it took a while for Kurt to realize Rachel was feeling extremely left out and miserable.
"I'm so sorry," he said to her one night. He'd come home after having dinner with Blaine and found her alone on the couch, crying to a romantic comedy on the television and eating non-vegan chocolate, which meant things were getting serious. "I've been so busy with Blaine and Max that I didn't stop and think how that would make you feel. I'm sorry, Rach. I'm such an asshole."
"You have every right to be happy," she assured him immediately, trying to give him her best smile. "And I'm very glad you and Blaine found each other. It sounds like what you guys have is perfect."
"It kinda is, but it doesn't mean you stop being important to me," Kurt said firmly, sitting beside her on the couch and wrapping an arm around her. "I won't ever do it again, Rach. How about we go back to our weekly traditional dinners? We could do it Monday nights, when you're free."
The sudden spark in her eyes at feeling included again made Kurt feel even worst. He was a terrible friend. "Oh I would love that! Remember when we did those potlucks when we first moved in and invited people from school over?"
"Yeah, that was fun." Kurt wasn't about to admit it, but he'd rather drop dead than invite any idiots from school into his home, especially now that someone could find out about his and Blaine's relationship and ruin everything. "It can be just us if you want, though."
"I think I may need to start getting out of my shell a little bit," Rachel murmured, looking a bit embarrassed. "Now that you and Blaine are dating and you spend so much time over at his place, it just hit me that I kinda drifted apart from all my other friends. I can't depend on just you. It's not fair to either of us."
"Okay, so what do you want to do?" Kurt asked, ready to give this poor woman anything she asked of him.
"Let's go back to those potlucks," she said, looking a lot happier already. "We just need to find new friends to invite over. Blaine is definitely invited, because I really need to get to know him better now that you two are dating…"
And just like that, it hit him. Kurt had only met her briefly during Max's birthday party, but he had liked her immediately, and thought she had the same kind of vibe he and Rachel had. He couldn't help thinking that if they had known Mercedes Jones back in high school, they would have been best friends.
So the following Monday, just as Kurt was taking his chocolate chip cookies out of the oven, the doorbell rang and Rachel opened the door to find Blaine, Max, Sam and Mercedes.
"Hello! Welcome to our humble abode!" Rachel said theatrically, but Kurt could hear the enthusiasm in her voice and it warmed him to know she was happier already. "Please, make yourself at home! I'm Rachel, Kurt's roommate."
As Mercedes and Sam introduced themselves, Blaine put Max down on the floor, who immediately ran towards Kurt. Kurt had to pick him up before he reached the oven.
"Hey, careful there, kiddo!" He said, laughing, and kissed his chubby cheek. "Remember what we said the other day? We have to be careful in the kitchen. Especially when the oven is…"
"Hot!" Max finished for him.
Kurt smiled. "That's right!"
Blaine had approached them as they talked. He placed a bag with containers on the counter and wrapped an arm around Kurt's waist, planting a sweet kiss on his cheek in greeting. "Hey you. Missed you."
"I left your apartment two hours ago," Kurt laughed, but feeling secretly pleased. He turned in Blaine's arm, still holding Max against his chest, and kissed him briefly on the lips. "But I missed you too."
"You two are so sickeningly cute," Mercedes said from behind them, and they pulled away, blushing and embarrassed. "Hi, Kurt. It's nice to see you again."
"You too!" Kurt pulled away from Blaine to greet Mercedes and Sam. "I'm glad you guys could come."
"We brought a salad and some chicken parm," Sam said, lifting the containers. "Where should I put them?"
"I'll take care of it, thank you!" Rachel said, grabbing them.
Soon they were sitting around the table, Max passing from lap to lap and stealing food from everyone's plates, and chatting like they were old friends. Kurt had worried that having Blaine and another couple around would make Rachel sad because she was the only one who didn't have someone, but she seemed to be having a fantastic time exchanging stage anecdotes with Mercedes.
Sam still looked a bit uncomfortable around Kurt, but as they chatted and ate, he began to relax, and by the time he bit into one of Kurt's chocolate chip cookies, he didn't even seem to remember that Kurt was Blaine's student. Blaine and Kurt looked at each other with pleased, confidential smiles, but didn't say a word.
The night ended with Max falling asleep on the couch and Blaine saying he needed to get him home because it was well past his bedtime. Rachel and Kurt walked them all to the door, and before leaving Sam turned and said: "Repeat again on Monday? We'll bring the ice cream."
Kurt promised to make some pasta and gave himself a mental high five.
After a very long afternoon of office hours and listening to students about to crack under the pressure of the end of the semester, Blaine got home feeling moody and tired, angered by the rain that had begun to fall just as he left campus. Stress and exhaustion were beginning to pile up, and he only wanted to crawl towards the summer break and forget he was an adult with a job for a few weeks.
However, as soon as he walked into the living room, he forgot about all the annoying little things that had made today so unbearable. He forgot about frowning and the stack of papers to be graded, and about how frizzy his hair must be after getting drenched on the walk home.
Kurt was asleep on the couch, one of his textbooks fallen on the floor next to him, and Max cuddled up against his side, also asleep. They both looked so peaceful and beautiful, Max so trustful and happy, with Kurt's arm curled up around him protectively, making sure he was safe even in his sleep.
And as he watched them together, the two boys who had stolen his heart – and god, he didn't ever want it back, they could keep it forever – one realization hit him, sure, sweet and familiar, like it had been tittering on the edge of his mind for a while, but only now he found the words to explain it, and they seemed so simple, so perfect, so obvious, that he wondered how they hadn't come to him before.
I love him, Blaine thought, looking at the shadow of Kurt's eyelashes against his cheekbones. He was so beautiful words couldn't describe him. I love him, I love him.
He felt the sudden need to shake him awake, to kiss his pink lips, to tell him: I love you. I love you and I can't believe I'm so lucky to have you.
He wanted to touch his skin, always so perfect and soft, and say: I thought I knew what love was. But if what I knew before was love, then this is something new and so much greater than that.
He longed to wrap himself around Kurt's side, throw his arm around both him and Max, and whisper: You two give me a reason to wake up every morning. I didn't imagine my life would be like this. I didn't think I could find this kind of happiness. I didn't think it existed anymore.
But what he felt, love that made every other feeling he'd ever had pale in comparison, seemed too extraordinary to be said now, on this rainy day, when they were both clearly exhausted and busy with other things, when life kept getting in the way.
When he told him, Blaine wanted it to be perfect. He wanted to have the time to watch the way Kurt's eyes sparkled. He wanted to be able to enjoy Kurt's reaction, to see him utter the words back, his gorgeous lips forming them deliciously (because he would say them back, right?). He wanted to be able to grab his hand and guide him into bed, and whisper those words over and over into his naked body, make every little crevice and curve feel them, and watch Kurt come undone under them.
So for now, he tucked the realization warmly against his heart and saved it for the right time. But knowing it was there, knowing it had hit him, it was enough to brighten his day, and suddenly the sky didn't look so grey.
As finals approached, they both got so busy they barely had time to be together. Blaine usually stole a kiss or two when he got home, before Kurt packed his textbooks and ran out the door to get to the library or go back to his apartment to finish a paper due soon. Monday night dinners became a blessing, because Kurt refused to cancel them, not wanting to let Rachel down again, and they could spend some time together then, but it wasn't the same. They wanted to be alone, but they knew soon the semester would be over and they would be beautifully free.
It was a Friday evening, and Blaine had insisted on Kurt staying for dinner. They had practically inhaled a whole pizza and now they were cuddling on the couch as a Disney movie played in the background. Max watched it for a while and then got bored, but they were too lazy to get up and change it for something they wanted to watch. So as Max played and ran around the living room, they just held each other and talked. It felt like they hadn't been able to do that in weeks.
Blaine had just sleepily let out that his birthday was coming out and Kurt was about to ask him about it, when Max walked up to them, wearing a huge smile and holding a picture frame. Cooper and Blaine's faces stared back at them from behind the glass, smiling with their arms around each other.
"What you got there, buddy?" Blaine asked.
Max happily pointed at Cooper's face and exclaimed: "Daddy!"
Blaine froze and sat up, leaning so he could look at his nephew. His face was completely expressionless, but his eyes had widened a bit. "Max, how did you…?"
"Daddy," Max repeated, lifting the picture to show it to Blaine. "Daddy and Baine."
Kurt waited, holding back his breath in anticipation, for Blaine's reaction.
"That's right. That's your Daddy," he said at last, and he sounded a bit choked. He turned to Kurt as Max, satisfied, went to put the picture back where he had found it. "How did he know that?"
Kurt bit his lip, wondering if he was about to step so past the line that he would never be able to come back to it. "I… may have shown it to him?"
Blaine seemed shocked. "You did?"
"He seemed curious about it," Kurt answered nervously. "It was back when he first started saying our names. One afternoon he just started pointing at all the pictures and saying your name whenever he saw your face. But he was confused by Cooper's pictures. So I told him that was his Daddy. I didn't think he would remember…"
Blaine sat with his back so straight it looked painful.
Kurt fidgeted anxiously. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have… it's not my place to tell him about him. I'm so sorry, Blaine, I…"
Blaine shifted to face him, and cupped his face with his hand, gently. "You did nothing wrong," he muttered, his voice hoarse. There were tears building in his eyes. "I should have told him that a while ago. I just don't know how to explain that Cooper's not here. Not yet. He's too young."
"I know. And it's your decision when to talk about it. I'm so sorry…" Kurt babbled, but Blaine silenced him with a kiss.
"Again, you did nothing wrong," he repeated, and smiled a bit against his lips. He turned his head, with their foreheads pressed together, to look at Max, who was now running around the room pointing at all the pictures of Cooper he could find and yelling "Daddy!" every time he found him. "He looks happy, doesn't he? Despite everything."
"Of course," Kurt reassured him, giving his hand a firm squeeze. "You're doing a fantastic job with him, Blaine."
"Well, I've had a little help," Blaine said sheepishly, nudging Kurt meaningfully. Then he turned back to Max. "Hey, kiddo. Bring me that picture. I'm going to tell you about your Daddy and your Mommy."
And the three of them cuddled together on the couch, and Blaine talked until Max fell asleep to stories of his parents, like they were the most perfect of fairytales.
Blaine's birthday was on a Thursday, probably one of the busiest days for him, filled with office hours and three different classes. Kurt barely had time to give him a kiss and wish him a happy birthday before he was out the door, running so he wouldn't be late to his first class of the morning.
They had agreed to do something special that weekend, but Kurt thought Blaine deserved a little surprise today, something that would give him a reason to smile amongst all the stress and the work constantly piling up.
Kurt had checked Blaine's schedule ahead of time to make sure he found a moment where he would be alone in his office. So at two in the afternoon he knocked on Blaine's office door and waited to hear his "come in!".
Blaine looked tired and a little annoyed. His desk was filled with papers everywhere, and he was typing almost madly on his computer, not looking up until he was done with whatever he was doing. It looked like he was trying to smile for whoever had just arrived, but he didn't really feel like it. Until he saw it was Kurt and Max, then his smile bloomed fully, authentic and easy.
"Hey you two! What are you doing here?" He asked, standing up and coming around the desk to meet them.
"Max and I thought you deserved a little surprise for your birthday, right Max?" Kurt said, as he put Max down on the floor.
Before Blaine had time to do anything at all, Kurt guided him to the couch on the opposite wall and made him sit there. He put Max on his lap and sat next to them, as he opened the small bakery box he was carrying: there were three cupcakes inside, the smell of chocolate and vanilla immediately filling the office, and there was a candle on the middle one. Kurt hurried to light it, using a box of matches he extracted from his jeans pocket.
"Kurt…" Blaine murmured, visibly touched.
"Happy birthday to you…" Kurt began so sing, as Max clapped along.
Blaine blew out the candle after he was done singing, and it looked like he was about to say something, his lips almost forming the words, before he just smiled and leaned in for a kiss. Then he kissed Max's forehead.
"Did you remember to make a wish?" Kurt asked, smiling back at him.
Blaine shook his head. "I don't need to. I have everything I need right here."
Max reached into the box to steal a cupcake, as Kurt leaned in for another kiss, because there was nothing else he could say.
Except for three little words that kept popping into his head. But Kurt held them back. For some reason, it felt like it wasn't the right time yet, but he had no rush.
They had all the time in the world.
Their first fight was about the stupidest reason, and it wouldn't have happened at all if they hadn't been so terribly stressed.
Blaine had just gotten home to take over with Max, and Kurt needed to run if he wanted to make it on time for his class. He went into the bathroom to check his hair in the mirror. He looked tired, and he knew it. He was desperately counting down the days until the summer. Just one more year of stressing and studying and he would be free of school.
He couldn't wait.
When he came back into the living room, he began to pick his things up, and immediately noticed the paper he needed to hand in that day wasn't where he had left it.
"Blaine?" He said, raising his voice so Blaine would hear him from the kitchen. "Did you see my paper? I left it on the coffee table."
"What paper?" Blaine asked distractedly.
"It said something about the fashion industry during the great depression. It was right here…" Kurt said, already turning the couch cushions around, anxiety making his heart race.
"Oh," Blaine appeared on the doorway, eyes wide. He looked just as tired as he did. "Oh, Kurt, I'm sorry. I think I just threw it in the trash."
Kurt straightened up, one of Max's action figures in his hand. Suddenly, there wasn't enough oxygen in the room. "You… you what?"
"I was cleaning up," Blaine explained. "I'm sorry. I didn't even think, I just grabbed it and…"
"Oh my God, Blaine, what the fuck?" Kurt yelled, and without thinking, he threw Max's action figure across the room, where it hit the wall and fell into pieces. "I worked my ass off on that thing for two weeks, and the deadline is in less than an hour!"
Blaine seemed a little shocked at his reaction. He raised his hands in a way that looked like he wanted to calm a wild animal. "I'm sorry, Kurt. It was a mistake. I have a printer in my office. Just give me five minutes and I'll get you a new copy…"
"Forget it!" Kurt exclaimed. "I don't want your help!"
"Hey, calm down!" Blaine said, looking upset now as well. "You're going to scare Max. Now be reasonable, and let me print you a new copy!"
Groaning in frustration, Kurt grabbed his bag and headed towards the door. "No, thank you. You've done enough already."
He was gone in a matter of seconds. Blaine stood in the same spot, looking at the door after it had slammed shut, not knowing exactly what had just happened.
Moved by a flurry of anger, stress and lack of sleep, Kurt didn't realize exactly how much of a dick he had been until he was home much later that night, lying awake on his bed and staring at the ceiling.
God, how childish he must have looked. How did Blaine even put up with him? He wouldn't be surprised if Blaine not only broke up with him but told him he didn't want him anywhere near Max again. Biting his lip, worried and regretful, Kurt toyed with his phone for a while, but was too ashamed to even try to text Blaine an apology.
What if he had ruined everything?
Kurt was out the door the next morning a lot earlier than usual and on his way to campus. It was a Wednesday, so Blaine had probably already left the apartment to leave Max with Sam. If he hurried, maybe he could catch him in his office before it was time for their Lit class.
There was a huge knot in Kurt's stomach when he knocked at the office door. He knew that if Blaine decided to put distance between them, it would be completely rational. But it didn't make it any easier.
When Blaine opened the door, Kurt swallowed thickly. He looked like shit, tired and jaded, and it reminded him of how miserable he had been last fall, when they met again after summer break and Cooper had just passed away.
And it was all Kurt's fault.
"Blaine…" He said slowly, unsure what the right words were. "Can I come in?"
Without saying anything, Blaine stepped aside and held the door opened for him. Kurt walked in, feeling heavy and doomed, as if he was walking towards his execution instead of towards a desk. He sat down carefully and waited until Blaine was seated across from him.
"I'm so sorry," he muttered brokenly. "Yesterday, I… I was completely out of line. I don't know what happened. I have no excuse, and I'm just… I'm so sorry, Blaine."
Blaine wasn't looking at him. He seemed very interested in his own hands, placed on the desk in front of him. He also didn't seem willing to talk at any point soon.
Kurt was beginning to despair. "I was a jerk and an idiot, and whatever else you must be probably thinking right now. I just want you to know I'm sorry, and that I won't behave so stupidly again." Kurt watched him, waiting with bated breath, but Blaine remained quiet. "Please. Please say something."
Very slowly, Blaine glanced up at him. His whiskey eyes were devoid of emotion, like he was trying very hard not to show what he was really feeling now. "I want you to be honest with me, Kurt," he finally said, and Kurt nodded, dread dripping all over him. "Is everything okay?"
Whatever Kurt was expecting to hear, it definitely wasn't that. He blinked dumbly for a moment, wondering if there was a hidden meaning in those words that he wasn't getting. "I… what?"
"I want to know if everything's okay, if there's a reason why you reacted that way yesterday that had nothing to do with your paper," Blaine explained, so calmly that Kurt gaped at him. "Is something bothering you? Maybe about me, about our relationship? About school or work? Are you not interested in looking after Max anymore?"
Kurt was so confused by all those questions that he didn't even know where to start answering them.
"I need you to be honest," Blaine said, still so calm that it started to freak Kurt out. "Whatever's going on, you can tell me."
Kurt shook his head very slowly, still dumbfounded. "Everything's fine…" he said, but the way Blaine was looking at him made him stop. "I mean, I'm stressed and tired, and so done with this semester, and I'm sure you feel the same, but… I would never… you and Max… Blaine, you're the best thing that's happened to me. And I hate to think I may have put all of that in jeopardy with my behavior yesterday."
Blaine studied his face quietly before replying: "I understand how this time of the year can feel like it's choking you, and how you just want these next few weeks to fly by so you can catch up on sleep. Believe me, I've been there. And it's just as difficult from the teaching side of the equation. But I also have the feeling there's something else bothering you, and I want you to know you can talk to me."
Kurt sighed and leaned back on his seat, tiredly. "I'm not sure if this is the right time to have this conversation."
Blaine regarded him in silence for a few seconds, like he was bracing himself for whatever Kurt had to say. "I think it's exactly the right time. I'm sorry, Kurt, but until I know what's going on, I can't let you stay with Max."
It felt like he had just been punched in the face. Kurt's breath stuttered, and his eyes widened. "Blaine, I would never do anything to hurt him."
"I know you wouldn't," Blaine reassured him immediately. "It's not that I don't trust you. I trust you more than anyone else, Kurt. But we all have bad days, and we all fuck up. And if you're distracted because you're worried about other stuff, or you're just too tired and fall asleep on the couch while you're with him… he's in a difficult age right now. He's curious about everything, moves on his own, grabs things from shelves… we have to be more alert than ever. And if you're not okay – which you're allowed to be, by the way – then I need to know."
Kurt knew Blaine was being completely reasonable. Max's safety had to always be first. "Okay," he agreed. "Okay."
Blaine pressed his elbows on the desk, shifting so he could get a little closer, show Kurt he had his full attention.
Kurt covered his face with his hands. "God, I'm about to sound like a pretentious asshole."
Blaine simply kept his eyes on him, open and trusting, and said: "What is it, Kurt?"
"I've been thinking about what's going to happen after the semester ends," Kurt began to say, and now he was the one feeling very interested in his own hands. He couldn't look at Blaine right now. "Things have been so hectic these past few months that we haven't actually stopped to analyze some of the aspects of our relationship. Do you realize we have three different dynamics? We are teacher and student, boss and employee, and now also… well, we have a relationship, uhm. Physical. Emotional." They hadn't used any labels, and though Kurt was desperate to use the word boyfriend, he realized it didn't apply to them. What they shared was beyond whatever that little word could mean. Blaine didn't say anything, just let him continue without interruptions. "We have blurred pretty much every line there ever was. And soon, the first dynamic, teacher-student, is going to end. And that made me start thinking about what's going to happen to the remaining two."
Blaine nodded very slowly. "I see."
"I want you to understand that working for you, being able to get to know Max and spend so much time with him has been one of the best things that's ever happened to me," Kurt said, desperate to make sure Blaine didn't doubt that for one second. "I've never felt more comfortable working for someone before, and I've never loved going to work more."
Blaine's lips shaped a little, brief smile as he figured out what Kurt was getting at. "You want to quit, don't you?"
Kurt groaned, mortified. "I sound ungrateful and stupid, don't I?"
When Blaine reached across the table and grabbed his hand, it was like the whole world steadied. "No. It's completely rational. Our relationship, our dynamic, like you said, has changed and evolved. I think if we want to maintain one, we'll have to get rid of the other at some point."
"I just don't want to make assumptions," Kurt sighed. "But it is sort of weird to get paid for something that really doesn't feel like a job anymore. And it's especially weird when we have sex after you pay me."
Blaine's laughter bubbled out of him so suddenly that it startled Kurt. But suddenly his face looked less tired, younger, like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. "Oh my god, Kurt."
"Don't say I'm not right," Kurt said, but now he was smiling too. "Look, Blaine. I appreciate the opportunity you gave me. But if I have to choose one of the two dynamics… I won't choose the job." Kurt felt a little nervous. He had a good feeling about what he and Blaine shared, but putting out there the confidence he felt that they could thrive together as a couple made him feel slightly queasy. "And I know I'm sort of assuming, which I didn't want to do, but I was hoping that we can continue to explore this beautiful little thing we've got going."
Blaine must have noticed the anxiety in Kurt's eyes. He lifted Kurt's hand and pressed his lips to the knuckles. "Assume away, because I wasn't planning on letting you go."
It was kind of embarrassing how happy and relieved Kurt felt at those words. He grinned. "Really?"
"Really," Blaine confirmed. "And I was actually planning to talk to you about this, but I didn't want to overwhelm you with it now, when we're both already overwhelmed with the end of the semester."
And now Kurt couldn't stop grinning. "And what were you planning on saying?"
Blaine tugged at his hand to make him stand up. "Well, first I was going to fire you," he said, and Kurt laughed. "Because believe it or not, I've already thought it was getting weird. But I kinda need to keep this going until the semester is over, and I'll use my time off during the summer to find a new solution."
"Of course," Kurt said, as he came around the desk. "I need to do the same, and find a good job. Hopefully this time within my area of interest."
"Sounds good," Blaine nodded. "But before you do that, I was hoping you'd want to go somewhere for a week or two."
Kurt arched an eyebrow, intrigued. "What did you have in mind?"
"Well, I may have found a really lovely lake house in New England," Blaine explained, as he watched a smile bloom on Kurt's face. "It's not far from Boston, so we could go there, grab a bite, go to a few art galleries, maybe. Shopping, of course."
"You know me so well," Kurt sighed in contentment.
"I think Max would also enjoy some time out of the city," Blaine said, shrugging. "I was going to tell you about it soon. I'm sure you'll also want to visit your Dad and Carole once the semester is over, so we can work out a date for after you get back…"
"Well, to tell you the truth, I think my Dad would be super pissed if I went back to Ohio without you," Kurt said, placing his arms around Blaine's neck. "So, if you want, you and Max could come with me. And maybe we could head straight to that lake house, if you want?"
Blaine's smile was nearly irresistible, so Kurt began to lean down for a kiss. "Deal."
As they kissed, they momentarily forgot where they were, and let their lips take the lead, happy to have resolved their differences, to have found a new certainty for the future they were starting to build together.
Blaine put his hands on Kurt's waist and pulled him closer, until Kurt had no other option but to straddle Blaine on the chair if he didn't want to fall headfirst on the floor. Suddenly the heat in the room seemed to be blazing, and they began to pant into each other's mouths.
"This is probably a really terrible idea," Blaine said, with one brief worried glance towards the door, which they hadn't locked.
"We can stop if you want," Kurt said, as he grabbed onto Blaine's shoulders tightly.
But he could already feel Blaine hard against him. They both knew there was no going back.
"We have to be quick," Blaine whined, a little desperate, and reached down to undo Kurt's pants.
Kurt worked Blaine's zipper open and almost sighed in relief when he had Blaine's cock in his hand. For a moment, he had believed he would never be allowed to touch Blaine like this again, to have him this close, to kiss his lips.
They stroked each other fast and rough, knowing there was no time to be gentle.
Blaine groaned. "We can't stain our clothes. Everyone would know…"
Kurt moaned as Blaine brushed the head of his cock with his thumb. "Doesn't that turn you on even more?"
Blaine gasped, but his eyes were blown, dark and wide. "Please, Kurt…"
"Don't worry. I got you," he whispered against Blaine's lips, and then slid down onto his knees under the desk.
"Oh my god, this is the best and the worst cliché in the entire world," Blaine groaned again, looking down at him like he couldn't believe it.
Kurt bit his lip as he settled more comfortably between Blaine's legs. "Have you ever fantasized about this, Mr. Anderson?"
Blaine was breathing so hard his chest was heaving. "Maybe?"
"With any student? Or someone in particular?" Kurt asked, and he trailed his tongue down the underside of Blaine's cock.
Blaine's fingers found their way into Kurt's perfectly coifed hair. "You. Always you."
And Kurt sunk down.
It really was the biggest cliché in the world, but neither cared. Blaine had to bite down on his lower lip to keep quiet, as Kurt's head bobbed up and down, his tongue doing marvelous things that seemed to send sparks through every inch of Blaine's body. It was terribly embarrassing how quickly he came, his hand tightening on the back of Kurt's head as only warning. He shook and threw his head back, as he felt Kurt swallowing around him.
"God, Kurt, you're going to kill me," he mumbled shakily as he pulled him up. They kissed messily for a few seconds. "Come on, let me get you off."
"You're late for class, Professor Anderson," Kurt whispered, grabbing Blaine's hand to keep him from touching him.
"We'll be quick," Blaine said, but as he glanced at the clock, he realized he needed to be in his classroom in less than two minutes and he looked like… well, he looked like he had just gotten a blowjob from one of his students in his office.
"Nope," Kurt said playfully. "I'll wait. You can make it up to me tonight. And in the meantime…" Kurt got up and zipped his pants. "You can think about it for the rest of the day."
"Kurt," Blaine said, looking terribly pathetic. "We have to be in the same classroom. How do you expect me to focus when…?" He grabbed Kurt by the waistband of his jeans and pulled him closer. He could make out the outline of Kurt's hard cock through the thick fabric. He brushed it carefully with his fingers.
Kurt took a step back. He looked at himself in the reflection of Blaine's computer screen and fixed his hair the best he could. "See you in class, Mr. Anderson."
Blaine watched him go, his hips swaying tantalizingly, and wished he could just quit his job and drag Kurt to bed. No one had ever made him feel like this, like his body couldn't get enough, like even the lightest touch could ignite a whole fire. No one had ever made his heart swell with just a look and a smile.
He was about to tell him he loved him when Kurt reached the door. He let him go. He could hold it back for a few more weeks. The words would sound so much better whispered into Kurt's ear while they were sitting in front of a beautiful lake, with nothing but time for each other stretched before them.
Less than a year ago, Blaine wouldn't have imagined having a future he would look forward to. But now, he honestly couldn't wait to start it with Kurt.
Even though it had seemed so far away, the end of the semester finally arrived. Kurt walked out of his last final feeling free and happy. He texted Blaine, who would be done with his own work later that day, to let him know he was heading to the apartment, where Sam was helping out with Max.
Everything suddenly seemed bright and full of possibilities. Summer laid ahead, and Kurt was looking forward to going away with Blaine, first to Ohio and then to New England, to rest and recharge batteries, but mostly to get a start on their future.
He was almost at Blaine's when his phone buzzed, and he fished it out of his pocket, sure he would find Blaine's reply. Instead, it was Carole's number that flashed on the screen. He accepted the call.
"Hi Carole!" He said happily. "Please tell me you're not calling me about the food again. Blaine and Max will eat anything as long as there aren't any nuts in it, because Max is allergic. We'll get there on Thursday, and I can just go shopping with you, if you want…"
"Kurt," Carole's voice was so serious that Kurt stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, and a woman collapsed against his back. "Kurt, honey, I think you need to get home as soon as you can."
"Why? What's going on?" Kurt asked, as sheer terror flooded him. "Where's Dad?"
"We're at the hospital, honey," she said, and he could tell she was struggling to remain calm. "It's his heart again. The doctor says… well, there's nothing else to do. He told me to call you. You should come."
"No," Kurt whispered. He felt as if someone had opened up his chest and emptied it. He was hollow and scared. "No. I'll get there, but it'll be fine…"
"Kurt," she interrupted, sad but firm. She didn't need to say anything else.
And just as Kurt had begun building the foundations of his own happiness, he helplessly watched it crumble right in front of him.
I'm going to back away very slowly and hope you won't throw rocks at me.
Bye.
See you next week!
L.-