AN: Oh my god, you guys. Thank you SO MUCH for all of my reviews. I cannot believe we are already at 200. I've been asked how much longer the story will be. I admit, I have no idea. I love these two so much and I want to follow them FOREVER. So, I really can't say. Anywho, this chapter has some smut towards the end, so if that isn't your thing, once they start making out, I'd hit the X. Once again, thank you SO MUCH for the reviews. They really keep me going!

Chapter 15

Kurt woke up the next morning happy and content. Blaine's arms were wrapped around his midsection, and his hair tickled Kurt's neck, but Kurt was happier than he'd been in weeks.

Kurt maneuvered himself in Blaine's arms and turned to face his sleeping boyfriend. "Blaine," he whispered softly, "Blaine, wake up."

Blaine's eyes opened slowly and grew wider as they took in Kurt lying in his arms. He couldn't help but let a smile spread across his face, "I thought I dreamed it," he whispered, not wanting to ruin the moment.

Kurt leaned forward and captured Blaine's lips in his own, moving them softly before pulling back, "I'm here. We're here. We're real."

Blaine pulled Kurt on top of him, groaning slightly under his weight. "I love you. Like, a lot." He made a face at Kurt, "Like, more than is probably healthy for anyone."

Kurt giggled, "I think you're okay. I mean, I love you a lot more than that and I'm still relatively healthy."

Blaine sat up quickly, pulling Kurt off of him, "You think you love me more than I love you? Ha! Doubtful, so doubtful!"

Kurt crossed his legs, pressing his knees into Blaine's, "I love you more."

Blaine leaned forward so he was centimeters away, "No. I love you more."

Kurt got on his knees, "I love you more. No more arguments."

Blaine got on his knees and then realized he wasn't as tall as Kurt so that really didn't give him a higher advantage, "Can't we just love each other equally?"

"Fine, loser." Kurt laughed.

Blaine laughed slightly, but it didn't meet his eyes.

Kurt wanted to slap himself, "Blaine…I didn't mean it like that."

Blaine smiled, and this time the sparkle did reach his eyes, "I know. I'm just being overly sensitive." He went to move but Kurt stopped him.

"Blaine, I know what I said hurt you, but you have to know that I didn't mean any of it. I know you are far from a loser. I'm proud of everything that you are. I'm proud that you don't push others down to get your way. You are strong, and handsome, and perfect. In fact, you are the biggest unloser I've ever met in my entire life. If anything, I'm the loser in this relationship!" Kurt held Blaine's face in his hands by the end, "I didn't mean it, and I promise to never call you it again. If I do, you can take a lighter to my wardrobe."

Blaine was touched, but felt the urge to get one last hit in, "You are not a loser. I am not a loser. Bryce is a loser though. So today when you go to play practice, please try to avoid him."

"Why are you so worried that he wants to sleep with me?" Kurt inquired, his tone light.

Blaine just stared at Kurt, "I'm worried that every man that walks by wants to have sex with you. Don't you realize that?"

"Ha! Blaine, I think you've gone a little fuzzy in your head. You are the hot one in this relationship." Kurt looked in the mirror and tried to fix his hair.

Blaine made a face at Kurt in the mirror, "Kurt, you really don't realize how attractive you are, do you? When we walk down the streets every eye goes right to you. You could have any guy you want. Probably most of the girls too. I'm constantly afraid I'm going to lose you to anyone better looking than me."

Kurt undressed and wrapped a towel around his waist, "Says the man who's had more than one relationship. Because if you hadn't noticed, you are still my one and only."

"And I plan on keeping it that way," Blaine pulled jeans on, "Besides, that was in a small town. Here? You are practically sex on legs."

Kurt snorted, "How about we both just agree that we are both hot, and hot men like us deserve each other?"

Blaine buttoned his shirt, "Alright. What do you want for breakfast? I'll cook while you're in the shower."

Kurt was halfway in the bathroom, "Can you make me scrambled eggs? And toast?"

"Anything for my prince," Blaine winked, "Do you want coffee or OJ?"

"OJ!"

Blaine set to work making the breakfast. "Good morning Abu! What damage did you cause today?" The dog just turned his head. "I guess that means I'll find it later then?"

Blaine added garlic, peppers, and tomatoes to the eggs. He also grated some cheese. Kurt walked into the kitchen in a pair of loose jeans and a t-shirt with sunglasses on it. "That looks awesome! Is Hayden teaching you how to cook in all of your spare time?" Kurt appraised the meal and smiled at Blaine.

Blaine smiled, "Just something I threw together. You look…different."

"Just something I threw together," Kurt offered, leaning against the counter with a piece of toast.

"Hey! Keep that for the actual meal. I know what you're doing, and thank you." Blaine spooned the eggs onto two plates and grabbed the toast from Kurt, "Can you grab the orange juice and some straws?"

"What am I doing?" Kurt grabbed the orange juice and two straws and sat in front of his meal.

Blaine smiled knowingly, "You're dressing less like you so I won't get jealous of other guys looking at you."

Kurt ripped off the end of his straw paper and blew the other at Blaine, hitting him right on the forehead, "It's only for a few more weeks, then I can go back to normal wardrobe."

Blaine rolled the paper up and Kurt prepared for the paper to end up in his orange juice, but Blaine just let it sit on the table, "You know, you can wear your normal clothes now. I trust you, Kurt."

"I know you do. But I felt weird being stared at by Bryce. Also, you act as if you aren't changing yourself right now." Kurt pointed towards the straw wrapper, "Why is that not in my hair right now?"

Blaine shifted in his chair, poking through his eggs, "You said you wanted someone more mature…so I figured if I tried to stop acting like a little boy so much…"

"Blaine," Kurt held his hand up to stop him from talking, "I love you because of who you are. I love that you bring out the five year old in me. I love that you can't stay off of furniture and that Abu is the closest friend you have. I was attracted to Bryce's appearance, but I wasn't attracted to his lack of personality. If I wanted to date a statue, I would. But I want a boy who can make me laugh and hold an conversation about jelly beans. I love that you think orange and blue look good together, and I adore that you can actually pull it off. So please don't act like a forty year old."

Blaine threw the straw paper right at Kurt's nose, making it bounce off and land in his orange juice, "Good, because it was killing me. My hand was literally on fire because I couldn't throw it at you."

"Though," Kurt took another bite of his eggs, "if you could keep this mature boy cooking stuff? I like it. A lot."

Blaine laughed as the doorbell rang. Kurt stood to get it, "No! I don't think so. Enjoy your breakfast. I already finished most of mine." Blaine returned a few minutes later with a box. "Did you order something?"

Kurt stole on of Blaine's toast points, "Nope."

Blaine used his keys to open the box and pulled out a book. And then another, and another after that. "It seems as if Hayden sent us relationship books to read." Blaine held up a book called Repairing a Relationship. "We are to read them and then send her a ten page report of what we learned."

Kurt grabbed Blaine's plate and glass, "I thought we dropped out of college?"

"She's acting like our mother again," Blaine laughed, wiping off the table.

"Speaking of which, yours called Saturday, you should probably call her back," Kurt raised his eyebrow, "So she, you know, knows you're alive and all."

"You should talk. When was the last time you called Burt and Carole?" Blaine took the plates, rinsed them off, and put them in the dish washer.

"Well, I have to get to practice." Kurt frowned, "We can have that discussion later."

"You need to call them soon. Especially so they at least know we are coming home for Thanksgiving." Blaine picked up some of Abu's food. "And do you want me to go with you?"

"I think it's time I master the subway by myself." Kurt leaned down and gave Blaine a quick kiss, "Besides, your grandfather is coming to take you to lunch, remember?"

"Right. God. What am I supposed to do until then?" Blaine looked around the kitchen, "It's actually clean in here for once."

Kurt walked towards the door, "You could clean up the plant that Abu knocked over last night."

Kurt got to the theater in one piece, though he did use a liberal amount of hand sanitizer. He found that because he left later, the cars weren't as full, so he was almost calm the entire time.

"I'm back!" Kurt smiled as his cast members ran up to hug him. "I'm sorry I left you guys for awhile, but I had something more important to worry about."

Bryce walked up to him and grinned, "How are you and the hobo doing?"

"That's really the first question you have? You're not going to ask how I am? Me, personally? I am an entity away from my boyfriend." Kurt didn't want to start a fight, but he figured if he could be as annoying as possible, it would help.

"Can you be an entity in my bed?" Bryce blurted.

"You're repulsive."

Bryce grinned at Kurt, "I'd be nice to the person who got you back into the play after you quit."

"See, here's the thing. I didn't quit. I know Blaine called you, but I called the director, and he told me I was never out. So, if you could leave me alone now. Thanks." Kurt shuffled towards the rest of the cast who assemble on the stage for some sort of announcement.

One of the directors motioned for everyone to sit, "Okay folks. I have an announcement to make." He paused for dramatic effect, "We've bene bought. The play is going to Broadway!"

Kurt felt tears form in his eyes as he hugged the girl next to him. This was really it, he was going to perform on a Broadway stage. He wished he'd given Blaine the phone that day so he could call him and let him know.

"However," the director held up a hand, "You all aren't guaranteed your spots. You have to audition. But your experience in the show will count for a lot. A lot. Folks, for some of you, this will be it."

Blaine joined his grandfather for lunch at an outside café. They both ordered turkey sandwiches with fries and Cokes. Blaine looked at his grandfather, "I'm really happy we could do this. I feel like I don't see you enough."

Jack smiled as he peered at his grandson. Blaine was so much like he had been at that age. Idealistic, full of life, in love, but still knowing what it felt like to be broken. "Blaine, I need to talk to you about something. And it isn't exactly..pleasant."

Blaine put down his French fry, "I knew something was wrong. You and grandma wouldn't leave the city if something wasn't wrong."

Jack looked at the power behind Blaine's eyes, the passion. "Blaine, a few weeks ago I found it hard for me the breath. I thought it was just my age getting to me. Then I started coughing up blood. Your grandmother decided I needed to have it looked at."

Blaine started blinking rapidly, a sign he was connecting dots. "And?"

"Blaine. I have lung cancer." He said it quietly and didn't break his eye contact with his grandson.

Blaine swallowed thickly, "Okay. Okay. Well, you'll get chemotherapy, right? They'll shrink it. And you're going to Florida because the hospital is better. And then when you get better you'll come back. Right?" Blaine had tears in his eyes.

Jack shook his head, "No, Blaine. They can't do anything for me. I'm going to Florida to die." Jack didn't like being blunt with is grandson, but he didn't want to sugarcoat anything.

Blaine grabbed his grandfather's hand, "But I will still have you for a long time, right? I promised I'd give you a great grandkid, I can't do that for a few more years."

"Ahh. Well, I'm afraid I won't see a great grandchild." Jack leaned back in his chair, smiling.

Blaine's tears fell, "How much longer do I have you for?"

Jack didn't want to tell Blaine a time frame. But he also couldn't lie to his only grandchild. "The doctors said less than a year."

Blaine shook his head, "There's nothing they can do?"

Jack shook his head, "Nothing. They can make me comfortable when the end comes, but for now I'm just to live my life to the fullest."

Blaine leaned forward, a newfound strength in his eyes, "Okay. Well, I can work with that. What do you want to do? What do you want to see? Do you want to go to India, we'll go. I'll go with you."

Jack stared at Blaine. There was another thing Blaine was that Jack had been at his age – desperately in love. "Blaine, I want to see you get married."

Blaine choked on air, "You what?"

"When the vote came up a few years ago for the right for equality in marriage, I donated a large sum of money to the cause because I knew one day you'd meet someone, and you'd want to get married. I want to see my money go to good use. But more than anything, I want to see you happy. I adore Kurt, and I know he's perfect for you." Jack looked at Blaine, who appeared to be hyperventilating, "I will pay for the wedding. I know you have a ring."

Blaine stared at nothing, "I have a ring that cost $200, it was supposed to be a promise ring."

"You're grandmother will take you shopping for one. I'll pay. Blaine, I want to see this. I won't force you if you really feel like Kurt isn't the one for you."

Blaine shook his head, "No, no. He's the one for me. But we just got back together…now isn't the right time."

Jack's laughter filled the small café, "I didn't mean ask him today. Just..soon."

Blaine knew he'd do anything his grandfather wanted him to do. "Okay. Will do."

"Good, because your grandmother is waiting with a car outside."

Blain's heart jumped, "Like, right now?"

"Right now."

Blaine stood and hugged his grandfather, "You promise me you'll fight as long as you can?"

"Did you ever know me to not fight?" Jack laughed, "I'm going out in my way, Blaine."

Blaine hugged him again and ran out to the waiting town car. "Grandma!" he yelled and fell into her arms, not crying, but needing to feel her arms.

"Blaine, darling, today is a happy occasion. That's why your grandfather wanted to do this today." Angela smiled down at her grandson, "You are our greatest pride in life. You are stronger than any other man in this family, and Kurt is the perfect complement to that. Now," she straightened her suit, "we are going to Tiffany's to buy Kurt a ring."

"Tiffany's?" Blaine smiled, "He's going to be thrilled."

"Well, I know my future grandson-in-law."

Blaine felt like he was going to have a heart attack when they pulled up outside of Tiffany's. "Do you think I can do this?"

Angela laughed, "I've never seen two people more in love in my entire life. You are young, I agree. But think of the fabulous fiftieth anniversary you will have."

"I'll make sure to include that in my proposal," Blaine laughed.

"Plagiarism? I doubt Kurt would like to marry a convicted felon." Angela walked into the store and five salespeople pounced on her. "Ah. Yes. We're looking for an engagement ring for my grandson."

The woman closest to Angela grabbed Blaine's hand, "Whoever she is, she's a lucky lady. Over here we have engagement rings. Do you have a price limit?"

"No, we don't. But we need to look at men's rings."

The saleswoman looked at Blaine, "Of course. We have several wedding bands that many men use in this…situation."

"Thank you." Angela sat on a stool, "If you could bring them to us."

Blaine stood next to his grandmother, staring at the diamonds in the cases, "Do you really think he'll want an engagement ring?"

"I think Kurt will love it. You were going to give him one anyway."

"It was a promise ring!" Blaine exclaimed.

"You say tomato, I say tomato." Angela looked at the rings in front of her, "Ah, this one is quite nice!" She held up a ring that was a platinum band.

"Too wedding band."

Angela nodded, "Of course. How about this?" She then held up a ring that was platinum, but had Tiffany & Co. etched in the side.

Blaine wrinkled his nose.

"No. Okay, this?" The ring had a diamond in the middle of the thick band, and had Roman numerals on either side.

"That's okay."

"If it doesn't make your heart clench, it isn't good enough." Angela looked through the rings, "How about this?" She held up a ring that was like a wedding band, but had diamonds sporadically placed.

Blaine didn't pay attention, however. He saw a ring nestled in the middle that commanded his attention, "What about that one?"

Angela held up the platinum ring that had "I love you" circling the band. On either side on of set of words, there was a small diamond. Angela looked at her grandson's face, "Is this the one?"

Blaine grinned at the ring, it felt warm in his hand, "Yes."

Angela turned to the woman, "We'll take this one."

Blaine stared at the teal box sitting in his lap, "I cannot believe you just bought me this. Grandma, that's like, three months of our rent."

Angela shrugged, "It wasn't me. It was your grandfather, he also got you this," she held out a bag.

Blaine opened it and saw his phone, "He got me my phone?"

"He paid your phone bill so it works." Angela leaned forward, "Raymond, if you could take Blaine home."

Blaine turned on his phone and let out a little cry, "Finally! I'm connected again!" He quickly sent Kurt a text that said, "I love you," and almost broke his jaw grinning when he realized what the meant now.

It wasn't until he went to his apartment and sat down that he realized what his grandfather was trying to do. He was trying to distract him from the fact that he was dying. Blaine's grandfather was dying and there was nothing they could do to stop it.

Blaine went to the kitchen and pulled out the whipped cream.

Kurt all but ran up the stairs when he finished rehearsal, "Blaine Anderson, how did you text me?" He asked, running to the living room. "Oh Jesus. Why are you eating whipped cream? What's wrong?"

Blaine sprayed the last bit in his mouth, "My grandfather has cancer."

Kurt sat down at wrapped his arms around Blaine, "Oh honey. I'm so sorry. So, so, so sorry!" Kurt let a tear fall down his cheek. In the past few months, Jack had grown into his family too.

Blaine sniffled but sat up, "Okay. We've both cried too much today. Let's work on our Halloween costumes."

Kurt didn't want to argue. Santana was throwing a Halloween party in a few weeks, and of course they were going. Blaine was going to Aladdin and Kurt was going as Prince Ali. Of course, Abu would go as Abu.

"I need to measure you," Kurt said, looking at the Harem Pants he was sewing. They looked to be far too short.

"Okay, just let me finish this," Blaine was gluing jewels to the hat Kurt would be wearing. Kurt didn't have the heart to tell him he was gluing them on crooked. "Okay, finished!"

"Pants off."

"Oh Kurt, always the romantic!" Blaine pulled his pants off and stood in front of Kurt.

"I get to measure your in-seam." Kurt smiled devilishly, leaning his head rather close to Blaine, and he could feel his breath on him.

Blaine shifted, "With your mouth?"

Kurt pulled out the measuring tape, "Nope." He leaned even closer, accidentally brushing his hand over Blaine, who was now growing hard.

Blaine took a breath to settle himself, "Kurt…if you keep doing that."

"Doing what?" Kurt brushed his hand over Blaine again.

Blaine pulled Kurt into a heated kiss and Kurt immediately moaned. They hadn't done this in awhile. He felt Blaine's tongue press against his teeth and then beg for permission. Blaine flicked his tongue against Kurt's, moaning.

"Oh god," Kurt groaned loudly, gripping Blaine's shoulders.

Blaine pulled them down on the floor, sending beads flying everywhere.

They stayed like that, kissing each other breathlessly, as if they were trying to memorize every corner and curve of their mouths and bodies. Kurt's fingers clawed at Blaine's shirt, slipping under it to feel hot skin and the smoothness. He pulled Blaine closer, scratching gently down Blaine's stomach.

"I need to – I need to see you," Kurt breathed, tugging at his boyfriend's shirt. "Please…let me."

Blaine kissed Kurt once more with urgency, then allowed him to remove both of their shirts. As soon as they were out of the way, Kurt immediately attached his lips to one of Blaine's nipples, tonguing, biting, sucking. His hand worked on the other and his knee rubbed against his erection.

Blaine's breath hitched and then he emitted a throaty groan dragging his fingertips up Kurt's back to tangle in his hair. He felt Kurt's erection dragging along his thigh and tugged him back up, crushing their mouths together again.

He couldn't help it. It had been so long, but Blaine still knew everything Kurt. He knew his taste, the arch of his back, and the feel of his hands.

"I've dreamed about doing this for weeks, it's been far too long, baby. I need you," Kurt moaned breathlessly against Blaine's mouth.

Something inside Blaine clicked. There was absolutely no time to worry about removing the rest of their clothes, none at all. Blaine pulled Kurt even closer, latching himself onto Kurt's neck and immediately grabbed his ass, grinding up against Kurt's cock through his jeans. Kurt gasped and pressed his hips down hard.

"Haven't done this…in a while," Kurt moaned, trying to find a place for his hands.

"We haven't done anything in awhile." Blaine replied harshly before sucking at the delicate skin on Kurt's throat.

"Fuck," Kurt groaned, thrusting his hips wildly. This was ridiculous, he hadn't been touched in so long, and he was already close. Blaine knew everything about his body and knew how to work it.

Keeping on hand pressed firmly on Kurt's ass, Blaine brought the other up to cup Kurt's face, angling his head so he could kiss him again. He loved the feeling of Kurt's lips, they were soft but firm at the same time. He tasted cinnamon and coffee, dipping his tongue in to taste more. "You are so fucking hot," Blaine whispered hotly, quickly latching onto Kurt's lips again.

"You…Blaine, I'm so…I'm so" Kurt whispered brokenly against his lips.

"I know," Blaine said, his voice rough. "I know, baby…"

"With me," Kurt groaned out, "Please. Together. We have to do this together."

"I will, I will," Blaine bit his lip hard, "Together, I promise."

Kurt was grinding so hard and Blaine was grinding back harder and they both looked at each other. Seeing Blaine's lust blown pupils made Kurt double his efforts. Blaine leaned his head back, changing his rhythm and suddenly they were coming together in the middle of their living room. Kurt's forehead pressed to Blaine's neck and Blaine unable to open his eyes as sensation gripped him.

"Yes, Kurt, god," Blaine moaned, his orgasm pulsing, sensation rushing through every part of him. He felt Kurt's fall onto him, his entire weight pressing him into the ground. He was tired and hot, but he was happy.

Deliriously happy.

Suddenly they heard a bark and they both jumped apart. "Abu!" Kurt yelled, attempting to cover his pants.

Blaine was on all fours, "Abu! Look away! Look away!" He motioned for the dog to move, but he just sat there. "Please look away!"

Kurt threw a ball down the hallway and Abu streaked after it. "I cannot believe he just saw that."

Blaine fell back to the ground, beads stuck to his back, "I don't even care."

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