They spent the day cooking, well Kurt cooked while Blaine graciously took instructions and tried not to cut himself. Kurt was kind of amazing in the kitchen, and a little bit fearsome. It was strangely sexy being ordered around so Blaine didn't mind at ALL.

By dinner Kurt was too tired to cook anymore and finally let them retire to his room after the meal. Blaine watched as Kurt collapsed on his bed and whined. Kurt never really let his guard down like this around other people; it was great to be the one who got to see it. He climbed on next to Kurt and cuddled into the older boy's side.

"My feet hurt." Kurt groaned and rolled onto his side so he could wrap an arm over Blaine's waist.

"We've been cooking since ten this morning. That's seven straight hours of cooking and standing to do it. I think you're allowed to hurt a little." Blaine ran his hand down Kurt's side until he reached his hip; there he rubbed his thumb into the fabric.

Kurt simply whined and buried his face in Blaine's ungelled curls. Lack of gel was the only downfall to staying at Kurt's, well, staying spontaneously anyway. When he planned his stay it was actually almost nicer at Kurt's than at his house. The presence of his boyfriend had a lot to do with that.

"There, there, baby." Blaine smiled at the stupid line, but the way Kurt's body vibrated with his responding laugh was enough justification for saying it.

Kurt pulled his face away from Blaine's hair and sat up. "Lay down with me the right way." Kurt scooted up the bed and waited for Blaine to move next to him so he could stretch his feet out and lay his head down on the pillow. Instead of lying with him Blaine crawled to the other end of the bed and pulled Kurt's socked foot onto his lap.

Kurt propped himself up on his elbows and cocked his head. "Blaine?"

"You said they hurt." Blaine shrugged and dug his fingers into Kurt's heel. The moan that fell from Kurt's lips was almost pornographic.

"Blaine that feels so good," Kurt said and fell back against his pillows.

Blaine dug his fingers in again and Kurt sighed contently. He curled in to press a kiss to Kurt's shin and then turned his full attention to Kurt's was a relaxed puddle by the time Blaine was done, so much he didn't even protest that Blaine put the same hands that had been rubbing his feet on his body without washing them first. It wasn't like Blaine was touching his face or anything, Blaine reasoned, and Kurt's floors were always super clean. Blaine cuddled as close to Kurt's side as he dared with the door open and let his eyes fall shut. On top of their day in the kitchen neither of them had slept very much the night before, they were tired.

Burt came in about an hour after they nodded off. He closed the door with an extra loud bang and, when that didn't stir the boys, went over to them and shook the first limb he came in contact with, which happened to be Blaine's left leg. Blaine mumbled in his sleep and curled closer to Kurt, pushing his face further into Kurt's neck.

"It's time to get up guys," Burt said louder than he usually spoke. "Blaine has to go home now."

Kurt groaned and Burt watched his little boy's fingers tighten around Blaine's arm. "C'mon now." Burt shook Blaine's leg a little harder and finally one of them cracked an eyelid.

"Hmm, Mr. Hummel?" Blaine mumbled.

"Time to get up, kid," Burt told him and let go of his leg. "You have to go home now before it gets too late."

Blaine sat up, detangling himself from Kurt's still sleeping body, and rubbed at his eyes. "It's dark out."

"Yeah," Burt nodded. "It is. You better get a move on. I don't like you driving too late."

Blaine yawned and nodded. "Okay. Thanks Mr. Hummel."

Burt nodded at the kid. "Alright, you come down in a bit, wake Mr. Sleepy here up to say good night." With that Burt retreated, leaving them alone. He left the door open behind him.

Kurt woke to Blaine's lips on his and a warm hand trailing up the inside of his shirt, inching steadily towards his nipples. Kurt lay in a sleepy, pleased stupor until Blaine's fingers reached their destination and a shock of pleasure ran through him. He moaned into Blaine's mouth and his boyfriend used the sound to slip his tongue into Kurt's mouth.

Kurt was just getting into it when Blaine pulled away. "I've always wanted to kiss someone awake," Blaine said in a husky voice. "Like I was Prince Philip and you're Sleeping Beauty."

Kurt smiled before he could remember to scoff gently at that. Blaine made a small triumphant noise and kissed him again, gentler this time and without tongue. "Good morning, Blaine."

"No," Blaine said. "It's night." He kissed Kurt again. "And I actually have to go. You're dad was just up to wake us up, only managed to wake me though. You're, like, dead to the world when you're actually tired aren't you?"

Kurt narrowed his eyes at Blaine but he couldn't muster any heat for the glare. "Blaine."

Blaine kissed him again to shush him and Kurt let him. "Come say good night to me downstairs."

Kurt heaved a great sigh. "Alright."

He rubbed the sleep from his eyes with his free hand as he walked down the stairs hand-in-hand with Blaine.

He'd texted Kurt to let him, and Burt, know he was home, but then he'd been subjected to family time until it was time for bed. They'd done their skin care routine and Blaine had convinced Kurt to do it on FaceTime. Blaine looked forward to the day he could be sitting next to Kurt while they did it instead of on the complete other side of town, plus some.

However, as much as it sucked being away from Kurt and being forced into somewhat awkward time with his family, Blaine was still grateful he was home.

Ironic that masturbation was the reason he was happy to spend a night apart from his boyfriend. He should, by all rights, want to be with Kurt instead, and, in a way, he did. But given Kurt's last reaction to the subject, Blaine wasn't sure how he'd feel about what Blaine was doing and he didn't want to think about something so complicated when he was horny.

Besides, while he'd LOVE to have Kurt doing it to him, the feeling hadn't become familiar enough that doing it alone was boring yet. He figured it would be better to explore himself a little more before he introduced it to Kurt.

He'd SO quickly become addicted to the feeling, the burn and stretch and drag of it. With fumbling fingers and too quick breaths Blaine broke the seal on his new lube and popped the cap. It spread nicely on his fingers, the feel of it enough to make Blaine twitch in anticipation.
Blaine sighed when he finally got a finger in himself, relaxing completely in a way he hadn't been able to manage the night before on Kurt's couch. He thrust his finger in a few times, opening himself up to the familiar feeling, before he layered one finger over the other and pushed two in slowly. The stretch of it was fantastic and addicting.

With the new lube Blaine could barely hold in a moan. He thrust his fingers in; gaining a speed he'd never dared with himself before and had to bite his pillow to keep his sounds down.

Soon, despite how GOOD two fingers felt, it wasn't enough. He managed to lube his third finger and pressed them back to his hole immediately, not even bothering to warm the new layer of lube.

It was cold enough to make him hiss in discomfort, but not enough for him to move his fingers away. He just WANTED it too much, wanted the burn of it, the stretch.

When his fingers were in as deep as they could go Blaine slowly drew them out, relishing the drag. He managed two more slow thrusts of his fingers before his body DEMANDED more and he automatically began to move faster and harder.

Three fingers felt much bigger than two fingers, even bigger than Blaine had thought it would. He couldn't get enough of it.

With a twist of his wrist that got him SO CLOSE to his elusive prostate Blaine came hard, collapsing against his towel-covered sheets with a groan.

"I'm such a bottom," Blaine said breathily, a giggle of sexual satisfaction in his voice, when his heart finally calmed down enough so he could think over the roar of it.