Warm and sated, the boys fell asleep in a piled heat, well-loved and worn, tangled together as they dozed. When Cooper finally woke he pulled himself away carefully, heading to the bathroom to run a bath for them all. Warm water poured from the taps into the giant tub and the patter of the spray hitting the porcelain made the boys still tangled together stir in their sleep. When Cooper checked on them after the bath was full, he found them just awake, their sleepy eyes fluttering open and closed as they kissed lazily, hands rubbing over sore skin gently.

"Morning, boys," Cooper drawled, admiring the pretty pink of their cheeks as they pulled apart. "I figured you might be sore so I ran a bath…"

Kurt smiled gratefully up at him, even as Blaine ducked his head shyly in his shoulder. "Thanks, Cooper," he said warmly.

"You're welcome," Cooper returned, leaving them on their own as he headed back.

The warm caress of the water was relieving on his own skin and he sighed contentedly as he slipped under. He lay just under the surface for a little bit, holding his lungs tight as he allowed the water to consume him completely, hugging him close. When he came up for air he heard the soft footfalls of his approaching boys and smiled as they entered, their hands slotted together loosely.

Blaine gestured for Kurt to go first and Cooper watched carefully as he slipped under the gentle ripple of the currents, the waves hitting his bruised skin in methodical strokes. All of him was stunning, even now, from the lithe shape of his body, to the flush in his skin, his too bright eyes, swollen lips and tousled hair.

He was perfect.

Relief spread across his features and his lashes fell shut in contentment, his lips humming slightly as Blaine climbed in after him, a little less gracefully, his muscles cutting through the water sharply. He moaned appreciatively, as he slid under, getting his curls wet, making Kurt giggle as he shook the beads of water out of them, like a little puppy might.

Cooper watched them fondly, keeping a careful eye on their flirty interaction. He could see something bright and excited in the gleam of Kurt's eye but already could see something deeper under the currents of the constantly shifting colours.

And Blaine…

Blaine was smitten.

There really was no other way to describe it. Blaine had always been tactile – it's what helped him slip so seamlessly into his life here with Cooper. But there was so much… more to the way he was constantly touching Kurt – always had been, even before Kurt was comfortable with them, Cooper could see how much strain Blaine had to put on himself to stop from reaching out, slipping his hand into his, putting an arm around his shoulders, rubbing his thigh.

But now he didn't have to hold back.

And he didn't.

Cooper watched them for a little, his own chest warming affectionately as Kurt laughed at Blaine's silly jokes, as Blaine watched him talk with deep, earnest eyes; watch as Blaine dipped his head against his shoulder, Kurt placing an absent kiss against his hairline.

But Cooper couldn't quite hold back his groan as Kurt leaned over to fetch the soap, his wet ass a soft pink as it poked out from under the bubbles. He couldn't resist the urge to stop him before he sat back down again, kissing sloppily up the skin of his cheeks. Kurt let out a little squeal that quickly turned into a moan as Cooper's hands rubbed up and down his thighs.

"Turn for me, baby," Cooper whispered huskily and Kurt complied, staring down at him under gorgeous, wet lashes. "Sit," he breathed.

Smirking a little, Kurt planted himself square in Cooper's lap, his thighs over side of Cooper's. Kurt threaded his arms around his neck, lifting his hips a little, a breathy gasp falling from his lips as he settled himself back down.

"Oh god," Cooper moaned, his hands cupping his ass eagerly pushing his hips up to rub his cock against his stomach. "Kurt… baby… you feel so good."

"I want to ride you," Kurt whispered in his ear, high and breathy, and Cooper's grip around his ass tightened, his fingers unable to stop themselves prying apart his cheeks, running a finger across the sensitive skin.

"Anything," Cooper groaned, kissing slopping across the base of his chest, drunk on the taste and feel of his wet skin. He mouthed further down until he was circling a nipple, sucking it between his lips as Kurt's hands tightened in his hair. Kurt's eyes drifted across the space, latching onto Blaine, moaning hard as he saw he was stroking himself, mouth slightly agape.

"Blaine," he keened as Cooper dragged his teeth across his nipple, his finger just grazing over his hole. Cooper moaned against his skin as he felt a warm body press up against his back, the sound of slick, wet lips sliding together echoing in his ears. He broke away for a moment as Blaine pulled away and met Kurt's mouth for a deep kiss, their tongues tangling eagerly. Kurt's hands fisted around his cock and he lifted his hips once more, Cooper gripping his hips, helping guide him as he slowly sank down, Cooper's cock burying hot and deep inside of him.

"Oh my fucking god," Cooper moaned, his hands raking up Kurt's back desperately until he felt the press of a firm thigh pushing between them. He broke away for a moment, watching as Blaine slid between them, settling on top of Kurt's thighs, his ass pressed against Cooper's stomach. Blaine's hands gripped on Kurt's shoulders and he panted hard and labored as he rocked into his lap. Kurt whined, rocking up to meet him, and down on Cooper's cock.

The bubbles dying around them, the water kept their skin warm and wet between their burning bodies as they moved together, hips rolling messily, hands tangling in hair, and kisses everywhere.

It was too hot and Cooper could hardly breathe, unsure of whose name he was moaning as he came hard inside of Kurt, his hands gripping hard on tense muscle. Kurt and Blaine came together, and Cooper watched in awe, the sloppy tangle of their lips as they whimpered.

They all pulled apart gently, Blaine climbing gingerly off the both of them as Kurt carefully pulled off Cooper, kissing the skin around his sensitive cock sweetly. Cooper kissed his hair and Blaine's after quickly washing off, grabbing a towel as he hopped out.

"So," he said, grinning widely, "who wants pancakes?"

It was a month before Cooper finally found out the question that had been eating at him for weeks.

An old Disney classic was playing across the screen as Blaine lay warm and safe in his arms, turning carefully to settle across his stomach, looking up at him with warm eyes. Kurt was out with friends and it was just Cooper and Blaine for the night. They had nights like this before, and nights when Blaine had gone out and it was just Cooper and Kurt. But there was something different about tonight – something strange.

Blaine wanted to tell him something and was waiting for the right time to do it.

Cooper waited patiently.

"Are you okay, Blaine?" Cooper asked gently as Blaine continued to stare up at him, simply searching his eyes.

"I'm… fine…" he said lightly, "no- I'm good. Really good."

Cooper smiled, amused. "Really good?" he teased.

"Cooper," Blaine said, suddenly looking rather serious. "I need to tell you something."

Cooper rubbed Blaine's back warmly. "You can tell me anything, bud," he assured him. "You know that."

Blaine nodded steadily. "I do… I just…" he fumbled with his words, mumbling so quietly that Cooper barely caught it – but he did.

"I love Kurt."

"I know you do," Cooper said honestly. "So do I - and I love you, too." He dipped in to kiss his nose but Blaine pulled away with a little whine.

"No," he protested. "I-I'm in love with Kurt."

Oh.

Cooper felt something unbelievable warm spread through his chest and rack at it steadily. When he felt tears threatening at the base of his eyes, he knew he recognised that feeling.

Cooper was proud.

"I'm…" Cooper nearly choked on the sudden lump in his throat, "I'm happy for you, Blaine," he managed. "And I'm… I'm proud of you. I just want you to know that."

Blaine's face split into a smile unbelievably bright and he instantly leaned in, closing the distance between them as he kissed Cooper soft and sweet. Cooper kissed him back, caressing his cheek gently.

"Have you told him?" Cooper asked, breaking away for a moment, resting his forehead against Blaine's.

"No… not yet," Blaine admitted, grinning a little giddily. "I wanted to tell you first… I wanted…"

"Blaine." Cooper grinned. "You both have my blessing."

That's all he needed.

Blaine dove back in, burying his head in his shoulder, snuggling him tight.

And this-this is all Cooper needs.

The year fell by quickly enough and their days gradually shaped themselves into the ease of a happy, comfortable life. Kurt and Blaine weren't as shy about their relationship anymore – perhaps a little more sneaky (Cooper couldn't stop teasing them – they were too cute!), but Cooper still got his nightly cuddles and morning kisses.

All was well, until it came time for Blaine to choose his college for the next year.

Blaine suggested he stay somewhere in Ohio but Kurt had shot that down immediately.

"New York, Blaine," he stressed, pushing a NYADA pamphlet towards him. "That's what you want."

And Cooper knew deep down that was true.

But fuck, it hurt.

Blaine got into NYADA and of course, Cooper was proud. They all went out to dinner – Blaine's favourite restaurant. They all got a little teary eyed as Blaine gave Kurt his ring, a new engravemnet intoned on the gold.

I'll wait for you always

"Wait for me, too," Cooper wanted to cry.

But he couldn't.

Watching Blaine board that plane was the hardest thing Cooper had ever done in his entire life.

He wrapped an arm around Kurt's shaking shoulders, rubbing soothingly up his back.

"Hey, don't cry," Cooper murmured, nuzzling his hair with his nose softly, kissing across his forehead. "In a year, that's going to be you getting on that plane with him."

Kurt buried his face into the crook of Cooper's neck, sobbing openly.

"Wait for me," he choked and Cooper's heart stammered and clenched.

They were the words he ached to hear, the words he needed.

But they weren't for him.

And in a year, maybe he'd be sobbing too, collapsed in a chair as he watched the plane take off. He'd get a taxi home, unable to bring himself to drive, too scared he'd crash. He'd collapse in his empty bed and toss and turn the entire night, texting them both first thing in the morning.

He'd drink too much coffee, pay too much attention to the news and calendar.

Maybe he'd get some of the writing he promised himself done.

Hell, maybe he'd get back to acting.

But that was a year away. For now, he'd clasp onto the final fragments of the home he'd built for them, and hold Kurt warm and safe in his arms.

Tonight, he'd sleep soundly.

fin.

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