A/N: A year and two days ago, I uploaded this story and as we celebrate its anniversary, I'm so grateful to have such a dedicated, supportive and loving fanbase! It's mind-blowing that we're almost at 200 reviews and 300 followers! You guys are AMAZING!

To those I PM'd saying I'd update on May 24, I'm SORRY I didn't because something tragic happened recently and my mind just couldn't bear to finish the chapter on time and I also chose to push the "Somewhere Only We Know" storyline for Ch.21 because I ran out of space here :( Here's Ch.20 anyway!

Chapter 20:: Tonight We Surrender

"Blaine—"

"You're mine," he husked before sinking to wrap his fervent lips around Kurt's head and sucked, Kurt bunching the bedsheets beside his naked form, crying out as the suction, their closeness...it was sinful. Kurt's hand comes to the back of Blaine's head, tugging harshly at his curls while Blaine runs his lustful fingers up and down Kurt's bare legs and hips soothingly while he continued sucking. The fact that Blaine seemed so skilful in having passionate sex with him without even seeing a thing alarmed him.

How would Blaine be in bed when he does get his eyesight back?!

"NNNNNGH!" Kurt choked.

Blaine cupped his balls and expertly rolled them in his fervent hand as he moaned around Kurt's member. The countertenor surrendered. The heat, the pressure, the sensation...he couldn't stop himself from beginning to thrust forward into his lover's mouth.

"Shit, so close." A low moan escaped his throat. "Jesus, I can't...l-last...much longer—"

Allowing himself to revel in fisting Blaine's curls in his hands, Kurt felt the inner burn of orgasm rapidly spread deep within his belly and Blaine, upon hearing his confession, used his own his hands to now travel behind and cup the globes of Kurt's ass, squeezing harshly as he continued moving his mouth up and down his dick in a faster rhythm.

"Fuuuuck, d-don't stop, nnnngh...babe—FUCK!"

Kurt spasmed with an ecstatic cry, coming hotly into Blaine's mouth and down his eager throat, the novelist welcoming his passionate deluge while still kneading his buttocks. As he came down from his climax, Blaine manoeuvred himself and a blissed-out Kurt back against the bed's headboard, finally gulping the remnants of his semen.

"Love it when you blow me," Kurt blurted out, smiling when Blaine slowly shuffled up and closer. "I love you so much."

"Well, I love you too." He returned the sentiment with a kiss on his bare chest and Kurt froze when Blaine reached into his own underwear and pulled his leaking, flushed, thick cock and began jerking himself off. Momentarily blinded—seriously, Kurt? Why the pun?—by how Blaine's features contorted with pleasure and arousal, he reached out to halt his actions, the blind man frowning. His adam's apple jumped up and down as they stayed like that for a second.

"Let me take care of that," Kurt whispered, removing his hand from his dick and he took over, a hand encircling and pumping him, slowly increasing the velocity and pressure.

"Mmmm yeah, gods...that's so good...," he whimpered, eyes closed as Kurt's hand rutted around his member. "G-give it to me, babe. So sexy—"

Watching Blaine in a haze of pleasure was such a mesmerizing sight, watching him squirm and moan and cry out before him always turned him on and Blaine approached his climax with a thrust of his hips forward, causing more friction against Kurt's hand. Kurt bit his lip in awe as Blaine's about to have his orgasm: his eyes screwed shut, his body surrendering to his pumping, his head tilted back in abandon, his teeth gritted, frown lines more visible...a few more thrusts on Blaine's part and white, pearly ropes of cum spurted out onto Kurt's hand and abdomen, and his own underwear. Both melted into each other's arms.

"You're incredible," the author declared tenderly, kissing him. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Kurt whispered. He was secretly glad that Santana was out with Brittany for breakfast then, otherwise, she would've heard their loud moans and cries... "So...you ready to meet my family?"

Blaine laughed, Kurt's finger toying with his still-erect nipple. "Only if I get you in the shower again."

"Deal," Kurt smirked.

New York JFK Airport, Wednesday afternoon, 5:30pm

"Take care of my little hobbit, okay?" Santana smiled, giving Kurt a look as Blaine chuckled. "Can't help but feel bittersweet about this. It'd be the first time I'll truly be away from him since the day I began taking care of him nine months ago."

That made Blaine freeze. This indeed will be the first time Santana will be a great distance from him and he would forever remain grateful for everything she's done. After all, she gave up her NYC life just to be his caretaker and housekeeper, moving in completely to his Long Island beach house and never leaving him since the accident.

"It'll only be a couple of days, San." He cooed, Santana leaning in to give him a tight bear-hug. He then heard a hiccup and felt Santana shiver... "Hey, why are you crying?"

"Shut up! You know I get emotional," she fans at her tear-welled eyes, patting him on the shoulder. "Now, if you think for a second that you don't feel well, just call me and I'll fly my ass over just to pick you up and—"

"Don't worry, he's in safe hands." Kurt assured her, clutching over his and Blaine's passports. They were both dressed smartly in pea coats—aeroplanes were always freaking freezing—scarves, chinos and gloves just to brave the incoming winter, their thick luggages behind them as they shared their last moments together before heading to the Departures. "He'll be back before you know it."

Santana shot him a rare genuine smile. She and Blaine had always pushed away any newcomers or guests in the past months but Kurt...he's different. And he's helping Blaine change for the better and giving another chance at romance. "If anything happens to Anderson, just know I'm perfectly content with Hummelcide."

Rolling his eyes good-naturedly, he hugs her, laughing when Santana pulls Blaine in for a group hug too, both men welcoming her Gucci scent and soft trench coat.

"Be good, Tweedledum and Tweedledumber. I expect a call when you arrive."

Conveniently enough, Rachel arrived from restroom, calling the two men over to head to the Departures and after one last group hug goodbye, Blaine allowed himself to held by Kurt the entire time: to head to a freaking aeroplane, to fly to a distant land which used to be his home state, to meet his lover's family—this was perhaps the greatest risk he's ever taken yet but he completely trusted Kurt. And he wasn't about to back down now.

There was then the awkwardness of being seated in an excruciatingly loud plane, the air-con, the engines, the flooding of incoming passengers—it all made Blaine feel anxious, thanks to his dark vision and hypersensitive hearing and Kurt noticed how he breathing heavily. His hand on his felt warm, loving, compassionate...it was the only source of comfort and support he had during this entire Thanksgiving trip. It made him briefly remember how his own family used to celebrate it together all those years ago—

"I'm right here, I got you." Kurt's voice pulled him out of those pain-inducing memories and Blaine knew that sooner or later, he had to tell him everything about his family. Rachel, seated across from them, noticed their shared moment then and she couldn't help but feel happy for Kurt since she knew that his last romance ended up in flames and Blaine really looked like he treasured Kurt as his own. The way Blaine offers a small yet dazzling smile when Kurt doesn't let go of his hand stunned her too.

"We're now preparing for takeoff."

"I can't thank you enough for letting me and Rachel fly First Class—" Kurt began as he marvels at the TV set planted by their personal table, the soft leather of their seats and their privacy as a bonus. Kurt and Blaine's seats faced each other with the table and TV between them while Rachel sat with a random stranger across.

"Hey, after everything you've done for me, it's the least I can do."

Rachel thanked him as well, Kurt flashing her a glare when she blurted out that she hopes they won't break up at all, allowing herself to be engulfed by the sudden luxury around them.

An hour into their flight and the sky turns to a midnight blue, nighttime descending around the plane and one glance over tells Kurt that Rachel, along with most of the First Class, was fast asleep and nestled comfortably with their personal beds. Facing back at his partner, Kurt watched as Blaine lets out a heavy sigh, tugging at his own blanket as he prepares for a quick slumber.

"Hey Blaine?"

The blind man raised a curious eyebrow. "What is it, love?"

The apples of his cheeks reddened, "Don't hate me for asking such a personal question but um...h-how were you planning on celebrating Thanksgiving this year originally? Ya'know, had we not met at all? This would be your first Thanksgiving as a blind man."

The question makes Blaine bite his lip nervously.

"Wow,I um...I never really thought about that. I guess...Santana and I were gonna stay in back at the Long Island beach house and just pop some wine and..." He frowned, blindly looking forward at where he believed Kurt was. "Why ask?"

"Just wondering," he shrugged. "I-I guess I'm glad you won't have to celebrate Thanksgiving alone."

Silence.

Then, a grateful smile. "Me too. I actually thought I was going to be alone for the rest of my life. But now, I feel like I-I have a chance again. To live my life and if we hadn't met—"

"Blaine, I know that we both haven't exactly been happy with how our lives were. But I wanna forget about all that for a second, okay?" He reached out to take his hand, his thumb caressing him.

"Okay," his voice wavering.

"I just want to make sure you know...that you'll never have to feel alone again." He swallowed. "Okay?"

A tear gathers in his eye and he nods again, heart tugging. "Okay."

The taxicab slows to a stop before a medium-sized two-storey house.

Rachel had been babbling about how excited she was going back home at the obviously-annoyed driver and once he delightfully dropped her off at her own family house—she was spending the holidays with her dads—Kurt waked an exhausted Blaine as he got out to fish out their luggages and helped him out onto the cold, slightly-snowed pavement.

Fixing his scarf, he takes Blaine's gloved hand in his and after the vehicle dashes off; he assists him in getting up onto his home's front porch and Kurt smiles when he rings the familiar doorbell and the sounds of excited footsteps from within follow.

"I don't think I've been this nervous since we went out on our first date," Blaine confessed, turning to blindly look at him.

He tightly grips his hand for support, sympathetically sighing. "It'll be fine. They'll love you."

More memories of Blaine's own family return: Cooper accidentally overcooking the stuffed turkey, his mom setting up the table, his dad calling his name out to come down for dinner...

"Blaine, you look pale." Kurt noticed his troubled expression, how his hands were trembling slightly. "Hey—"

"I-I'm fine, just the nerves working me up." He lied.

Before Kurt could reply, the door swung open and Carole rushed down to pull Kurt to a bear hug, Kurt inadvertently letting Blaine's hand go.

"Carole!" His stepmom stills smells like her perfume though subtly mixed with the scent of kitchen and dishes. Hugging him tightly, she pulled back and takes in their thick coats, luggages and the cold weather.

"Was the flight okay?"

"It was great," Kurt said, peering over at Blaine with a smile and Carole's eyebrows rise, stunned that this handsome stranger looked both content and nervous.

"It's so nice to meet you, Blaine. I'm Carole." Patting his shoulder with a smile, Blaine felt relieved, blushing when Carole mutters how cute they looked together. Entering the home, Blaine paused as he takes in the warmth, the scent of Febreeze, how it all just felt so...homely. Memories of his own family bombard him again and he pushes them aside when he feels Kurt lead him down to sit on what felt like a couch.

"I'll be right back, I'm hauling our luggages in my room, okay?" Kurt informed himand Blaine shakes his head.

Oh, so I'm sleeping in Kurt's room?

"Let me help you," his gentlemanly manners kicked in, standing up but he groans when Kurt seats him down again. "Kurt, please I can—"

"Blaine, I appreciate that but what I appreciate more is knowing you won't hurt yourself bringing up heavy things up a flight of stairs so just stay here, please?"

He huffed childishly, "Fine."

"Good boy," he playfully kisses his forehead and Blaine rolled his eyes. As he hears Kurt rush off with Carole to get to work, he also hears Kurt say Finn and Dad loudly and he realizes that they were simply hugging one another in reunion. God, he felt so useless, sitting on their couch awkwardly.

He feels the couch sink in a little as he acknowledges that someone else with sitting beside him now, the scent of tires and motor-oil appearing.

"So, you must be Blaine, huh?" A masculine voice. "My son's told me a lot about you—"

"Easy on him, dad." Kurt warned his father from elsewhere and Burt waves him off, patting Blaine's shoulder instead since shaking his hand was just weird since Blaine couldn't see.

"Welcome to the Hudmel household, I'm Burt, Kurt's dad."

"It's nice to meet you, sir." Blaine's charm and charisma emerging. "Thank you for allowing me to spend Thanksgiving with you and your family."

"You're welcome. And stop with the sir, it makes me feel so old—"

"Too late, grandpa!" Kurt's distant voice made Blaine chuckle lightly. He was always somewhere, looking out to be there for me.

"Call me that again and I will confiscate your collection of wedding magazines!"

Listening to their playful banter, Blaine shook his head with laughter. For once, he was able to realize that some sons still remain close with their dads...

"Okay, I want to ask you some questions." Blaine suddenly stiffened at Burt's changed tone.

"Go ahead," he tries to come off as nonchalant but really he's just afraid.

"How long have you and my son been together?"

"Three months," he replied levelly.

"Where'd you go to school?"

"Dalton Academy for Boys in Westerville which is quite near from here. Graduated with high grades and went off to pursue a degree in Literature/Creative Writing at NYU. I was also in their glee club at high school."

Oblivious, Kurt perked up from where he was at the bottom of the stairs. He still hadn't heard Blaine sing yet. And he'd jokingly told Blaine that he would one day get him to sing and dance again. And he also wonders if Blaine would want to visit his old high school and old home. Blaine had always treasured his days at Dalton but he rarely spoke of his family.

Something didn't add up.

Within time, Burt grew to like Kurt's new beau as they discovered they both love the Buckeyes and some sports and while Finn never got introduced to Blaine since he quickly welcomed Kurt home with a hug before falling back to sleep upstairs, Carole told Kurt to bring the blind man up to his room since it was already past 10.

"Your family seems very welcoming although your dad kinda intimidated me at first. And I didn't get to meet your stepbrother—" Blaine began as he was led into Kurt's room, hearing the door closed and locked behind them.

"He's always asleep so you'll meet him tomorrow then." The countertenor suddenly felt insecure as he'd just brought a guy over to his room. It was actually the first time he'd ever done this and he feels weird that Blaine was literally in his own room. After Karofsky and everything in high school, Kurt never thought he'd bring a guy over.

"So...this is your room, huh?" Blaine broke the silence.

"Yeah. It's kinda small but it'll do," he smiled, watching Blaine cautiously move towards him to sit beside him on the edge of his bed, the man's cane safe in his grip. "Ya'know, when we arrived at the airport, I sorta expected you to have a limo pick us up."

Blaine laughed, "I can make that happen, just so you know. Treating you well is a top priority of mine, Angel."

"No, I'm just messing with ya." Kurt giggled, observing how Blaine completely depended on his cane. "Hey, I was wondering, after Thanksgiving tomorrow, do you wanna visit your old school? Perhaps your old home too? Westerville is just down the road—"

"I'd love to visit Dalton." He mused, staring off blindly, really wondering how Kurt's room looked like. "Nick and Jeff would love me for taking pictures there."

"But not your old house?"

"W-we can do that too."

He noted the hesitance there and Kurt chose to call him out. "There's something you're not telling me, Blaine." Fuck, he's so perceptive. "I never thought much of it but I've realized that you never really talk about your family—"

Blaine's posture hardened. "Kurt—"

"Hey, you don't have to tell me, okay? I won't feel hurt, I just..." he shuffled closer to interlock their fingers, his skin melting into his. "Just know I'm always here, okay?"

Nodding, he gulped. "Care to lead me to the bathroom so I can get changed?"

He's still pushing me away. Kurt solemnly thought. He still has several walls within him. He still feels afraid.

"I'll grab your clothes and toiletries, one sec."

Eventually, he led him to the bathroom out in the hallway, helping him unbutton his clothes and at moments like this, he tended to be turned on when Blaine starts talking dirty there but tonight was different. Blaine was emotionally drained and it had something to do with his own family. Having Blaine exposed to such a loving family during the holidays, having him return to Ohio where he'd been surrounded by great friends growing up must've made him recall memories of his own family and childhood. And Kurt just never registered that this perhaps was the first time Blaine had been welcomed by people who never knew his dark side: the old Blaine.

And Blaine wasn't used to that. He hadn't been embraced or loved by people for a long time but thanks to Santana and his boyfriend, he's slowly accepting it.

As the lamp was turned off and the two snuggled together in his bed, Kurt motioned to wrap a protective arm around his boyfriend and listened as his breathing slowed to a gentle pattern. Mustering the last of his energy, Kurt shifted and planted a kiss on his stubble-filled cheek and rested a hand over his clothed chest.

Tomorrow was going to be a long day.

A/N: So right now, Kurt's trying to break down the last of Blaine's walls and who knows, we might hear the former Warbler finally sing a little up next ;) And Brittana will return too! Let me know what you think!