Greeting and Salutations my loves! Thanks to everyone who is still reading this fic, I am honestly relieved that there is still interest here because I love writing this version of Klaine.

Here we go guys...more on the angst and maybe a little lovin...maybe. Please beware my grammar and such, I've tried editing but I get tired a lot these days so bare with me (less than three)

Disclaimer: Why do I bother...I own a filthy mind and a happy soul, that's it :P

Bittersweet Symphony

(BPOV)

Now more barriers, I'm done. This is the fastest moving and most perfect relationship that I could have asked or dreamed for, and I couldn't be happier. It wasn't your normal fast moving relationship, no. This one was entirely different, like Kurt and I were doing everything in a normal relationship but out of its normal order. Somehow though it was working for us, and I was done with holding myself back...I was all in this, for good, bad or otherwise, I was going to surrender my heart.

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This weekend had been completely black and white with no shades of grey for me. The darkest moments came with my family troubles, the disowning or emancipation garbage or whatever that was that my family...sorry ex-family, was pulling. It sucked that I still hadn't heard back from Cooper on the whole 'our family is a bunch of douche holes' thing, but I would never begrudge my brother for anything; he had always been a very busy man, and now that was probably the case as well.

Unfortunately though, everything had hit me to my core, but I knew that this shouldn't have surprised me. I also knew that I would have spiralled out of control emotionally and probably drowned my whole weekend into the bottom of a tub of Ben and Jerry's whist singing Celine Dion at ungodly high volumes, if it wasn't for the silver lining that came from Kurt and his family.

Ah my Kurt, he really was amazing and I never thought that I would ever love a man like this, especially not one that I was so taken with by his mere stage presence almost 3 years ago, who then seemed so very unattainable. Black and white, no shades of grey.

The whole weekend after the family incident was in a word fantastic, and strangely but perfectly normal. After the giggling breakfast that first morning, where I laughed at Kurt's obvious embarrassment over his step brother thinking I was "hot" ( his brother thankfully spoke really loud, otherwise the comment would have gone completely unnoticed to me), we had a really great holiday.

We hung around the house, watched some football and other assorted TV and movies, which thankfully Burt remembered to watch with closed captioning without me even asking, and I got to bond with Finn and Burt. Kurt, after much reassurance that I was doing better, had retreated into the kitchen to help Carol and Rachel finished food prep for their dinner that night, as Burt helped Finn and I talk more easily by converting the words that Finn forgot to say whilst looking at me, into signs.

I asked Burt again where he learned how to sign and all he said was that his dearly departed wife Lizzie had to learn it from a young age and it was a language close to her heart so he learned it as well. He said that it was a way of silently telling each other how they felt about each other, to talk about their beautiful son, or when they just needed a private word that they wanted only to themselves. He said there was more to that story but until Kurt had mentioned that I was hearing impaired, he hadn't really used sign language all that much, saying it reminded him too much of Kurt's mom. He also told me again that one day, if I wanted to hear it, and when he felt strong enough he would tell me the whole story, and maybe Kurt too, but now hadn't been that time.

On Black Friday, I woke up to Kurt and Finn playing what looked like a strange version of touch football in the back yard with Burt. Unfortunately Burt wasn't too keen on me sharing a room with his son under his roof, so he asked me politely to use the guest room downstairs, I of course agreed willingly, it was the least I could do for the kindest he had shown me.

So it was on Friday that I woke up the Hudmel brother being excessively silly out in the early morning air. I knew Kurt was a morning person but the fact that Finn was up had to be because of Rachel, since Kurt said she was up early even by farmer's standards. It was a picturesque moment watching Burt laugh as Kurt got flustered and jumped on Finn's back trying to bring the big guy to the ground. It really was a heartwarming sight, Kurt rekindling with his family.

That afternoon Kurt had gone shopping at the behest of his girlfriend Mercedes, of course dragging Rachel along because neither had seen their girl since she announced her pregnancy, and this was an excuse for some much needed 'girl time'.

I told Kurt to go out and enjoy himself and not really worry about me, and that I would be all up for meeting Puck tonight when he came over to hang out. I spent the afternoon going grocery shopping of all things with Carol, and I found myself falling in love with Kurt's step mother by the minute. I bought her coffee afterwards, where we continued to bond and talk about our relationships. She said that even though her relationship with Kurt's dad, and subsequent marriage had been quick, it was as if the world told her to snatch up a good thing when it was given to her. She had never second guessed the hastiness of her love for Burt Hummel. I was starting to think the Hummel men had this effect on the world. After an hour of just gabbing with Carol, whom reminded me so much of Barb, especially with her patience for my hearing, I retreated to work on my symphony in my temporary bedroom in the basement of the Hudmel home.

I got lost in my music, as always, and before I knew it, it was late and Kurt had come back with Finn and Puck, oh and of course Rachel with Chinese take-out in tow thanks to Puck apparently. Finn had spent the day with Puck and some other guy named Dave, whom Kurt seemed to very interested in hearing about. I decided to drop the questions for now and just be the attentive boyfriend for the evening.

The mohawked man called Puck really wasn't what I had been picturing when Kurt had told me about his 'odd' relationship with Finn's on and off again best friend from high school. I did however see the way that Puck seemed to drop the stupid bad ass act around Kurt and it was an endearing little friendship ladled with smart ass quips from my boyfriend and childish banter from Puck. I could definitely see the love in that paring but it was so out of place, which seemed to suit them just fine. Kurt was the only one apparently who ever really called Puck by his real name, Noah, and Puck seemed to love calling Kurt, Hummel, but more affectionately, Princess. I would have been pissed at Puck if I were Kurt but he just shrugged and seemingly adjusted his invisible tiara on his head. Such a weird relationship, but oddly cute.

I, however, had a hard time talking to Puck, he seemed to forget that I was mostly deaf so I missed a lot of what he said. The good thing about that was that I got to have Kurt lean in an whisper against my aid to explain things.

Okay I may have taken advantage of that a little because I heard way more than I let Kurt believe, but that was only because I was craving the closeness from him that I hadn't been able to really take advantage of while we had been here.

It had been hard having Kurt sleep beside me two nights in row, kissing him whenever I saw fit, then switching to sleeping separately and settling for chaste kisses, occasional hand holding, and mild cuddling around his family and friends.

Maybe it made us better, slowed things down, but as the weekend full of love and drama came to an end and we were packing up the car and saying our good-byes, I was getting impatient to have my boyfriend close.

Rachel and Finn had left early that Saturday morning saying that hey had to fly back to the city so Finn could open the store on Sunday morning. Kurt and I were leaving that afternoon since it was still a long drive back and we wanted enough time to relax for the lengthy car ride and spread it over 2 days again. Kurt and I both had work on Monday. He had classes and I had a meeting with the other co-department head to lay out the work for the next term for our students. We both knew it was going to be a busy week back, it always was after the holidays, and I also knew that I had at least one pit stop with Collin to return my key after I made sure I had the rest of my stuff from the estate.

Yes, the blissful bubble from this weekend was ending but that didn't mean that I didn't want to take advantage of the time I had left with Kurt before our lives picked up again.

The coffee and shopping with Carol, watching Kurt and Rachel act like silly teenagers over her upcoming auditions and Kurt's advancement at Julliard, watching the way Finn and Kurt interacted so easily and more importantly watching the way Burt glowed about his sons achievements and actually engaged him in conversation about his passions and career path. Everything about this family amazed me and it just seemed so much like a well oiled machine power by love. It was a shit analogy and overly cheesy but even as we hugged them all good-bye, myself included which still surprised me, I was sad to see the family fade into the distance as I drove away. Kurt seemed sad too and for the remainder of our errands, my old estate and lawyer meeting included, I just drove one handed and held onto Kurt like a life line. Both of us saddened, me by my lack of real family and him because he hurt for me, but hated leaving his own when he finally seemed to understand what an amazing one he had.

The drive to the estate was quiet mostly, Kurt had called Collin for me asking him to meet me at my parents old home shortly so I could return the key, and there was a tension building which I couldn't exactly place. Once I had packed everything I deemed important into the back of the car, thanks to Kurt and his odd prowess for packing, Collin arrived right on time to hand over my copies of the paperwork that I would need when I went to the bank. There was the signed statement from my parents which Collin said was in triplicate stating that they would honour the agreement set forth to 'disown' their son in accordance with the aforementioned agreement and trust fund. And of course, the copies of the purchases my parents had made to my shares of the company and of course all the access information I would need to access my trust fund. There was my childhood in an envelope and in the back of the car behind me. I silently thanked him for his time and work, shoved the papers in the glove compartment and got back in the car.

Kurt had taken the keys from me, knowing that I would be too pissed off to drive, which I hadn't known I was until I actually got in the car, and I started to shake slightly.

My shoulders sagged but quivered as I watched Collin get in his car and drive away, Kurt not starting up the car yet but seeming to wait until Collin was out of sight. Before I knew what was happening Kurt turned in his seat and leaned over to quite possessively to pull my face towards his in a passionate kiss. I reciprocated only seconds after the initial shock wore off, dominating the kiss, needing it apparently more than I needed air and Kurt just let me take control, letting me deepen the embrace instantly. I exhaled through my nose, the rush of adrenaline pouring through the kiss as I tried to hold on desperately to the want I had for this man and the thankfulness I had for his mere presence. The kiss was heated and desperate but slowly, ever so slowly, it turned into a loving tangle of soft swipes of tongues and gentle presses of still hungry lips.

I let his face go where I was holding it, needing air eventually, and looked at Kurt who was smiling with his eyes closed and breathing shallow yet contented.

"Blaine...you are the strongest man I know."

He opened his eyes and despite them being a little darker which I imagined mine mimicked, I sensed relief and pride in his gaze.

"You make me stronger Kurt."

Kurt leaned in and kissed me softly again, ignoring the obviously awkward position we were in, in the front seat of the car leaning on the armrest. His hand traced my temple and jaw before he spoke again, and feeling his warm touch did something to calm my tightened nerves, something that had taken me years to master, he did with the smallest touch.

"Do you know how long I've wanted to kiss you like that? It's been torture these last few days Blaine."

"Oh god so it wasn't just me then."

"Definitely not. But I do mean it when I say that you are the strongest person I know. You've had so much thrown at you this weekend and well...I'm just so honoured to call you mine Blaine, and if there's anything I can do..." I cut him off with another soft peck, this time on his forehead as I carted my hand through his hair.

"No need, your presence alone seems to help babe. Now...let's start heading home huh?"

Kurt smiled and nodded before reluctantly leaning back into the drivers seat.

Home. Yeah New York was our home, and I was rapidly believing that wherever Kurt was would feel like home too.

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It seemed to be an unspoken truth that we would stop at the same motel on the way back. It was a comfortable drive, with Kurt humming along to the music I could just make out while he drove. I liked watching Kurt drive, he seemed so relaxed about it, and he never dropped my hand once, and rubbed small circles with his thumb subconsciously as well.

We had grabbed some dinner before we left so when we got to the motel which, as we figured, would have some vacancies available, we weren't that hungry at all. We settled for grabbing some coffee from the coffee shop Kurt had found a few days ago, before heading into the motel to get settled for the night. It hadn't been that long of a drive but the emotional upheaval from the small incidents we had shared today seemed to have us both a little tired seeking simple comforts.

Shower, pyjamas, warm drink, warm embrace combined with a bed, the last one was definitely my favourite because I had longed for it for days. A bed, snuggled with Kurt was definitely more enjoyable than the Hudmel basement single bed where I laid down alone with my thoughts.

Curling into Kurt's arms as we sat mostly upright and it was the greatest feeling that I could have asked for in that moment.

He was the first to shower but his body still radiated the residual heat from the shower, or maybe he was just naturally always this warm but I melted into him. He smelled of his vanilla musk body wash that I was falling in love with more each day and the undershirt he was wearing to bed had a hint of a lavender smell, that I was learning was his fabric softener. The combination of those smells and the feel of his sturdy chest and body against mine had me sigh into the crook of his neck where I was rested.

Kurt hummed in agreement and wrapped his arms around me in a protective and almost possessive manner, something that I never thought I would love but I craved it from him. I could feel this heart pick up as I traced my hand up and down his chest where it rested, feeling the definition of his pecs which weren't overly bulky but felt broad and strong under my hand. His hands seemed to move then too, following the dip of my back until he reached the curve of the small of my back, lifting the shirt slightly so he could press his warm hand on my bare skin.

Both of our breaths became increasingly uneven as we explored safe territory with our palms and fingertips. My left hand became bolder as I reached down to the hem of his shirt and lifted it purposefully up exposing his slight six pack and thin waist. My hand went up his shirt, feeling the dusting of light hairs on my fingers as I ghosted my hand upwards and then to the side, barely brushing his nipple as I pulled him impossibly closer to me.

Braving to look up at him, I saw that his lips we moist from where he had probably just licked them, and they were parted lightly. His gaze was focused on me and I could not only feel the want from his quickening heartbeat but I could see it in his now almost charcoal/sapphire eyes. His hand moved away from under my shirt back up to thread his exquisite fingers through my hair where they tightened in my curls sending a shock of excitement through my veins. His other hand moved from where it lay flat on the hotel sheets to grip my bicep firmly as he lowered his head so our mouths were open against each others but not in a kiss. We just breathed in one another for a second, feeding the need with silent breaths for closer, just more. My resolve broke first when my hand that was under his shirt pressed firmly against his ribs where I scratched at them playfully and he moaned into my moth softly.

"Blaine...kiss me." His hand tightened in my curls even more as I connected our lips again but for the first time tonight. The passion and heat that I had felt between us in the car earlier was back but with increased intensity. I heard and felt my name and the whispered plea for a kiss against my lips and chest right before I caved and did so. Kurt seemed to want more even as the kiss began and pulled me gently up so that I was hovering over him and then straddling his hips.

The new position let me delve deeper into his mouth with my tongue and bring both of my hands down to his side now so they could ghost in unison up my beautiful boyfriends sides, pulling his shirt up slowly with my movements.

The barely there groan he made into my mouth would have been mistaken for anything else accept the slight nod he gave into the kiss, the all but silent agreement and permission to remove his shirt which my hands had been subconsciously doing on their own anyway.

I broke the kiss with a heavy sigh only for a fraction of a second to get his shirt over his head, ruffling his hair deliciously as I did it. I didn't wait to drink in the sight of him yet, my lips were far too busy and if Kurt's kneading along my back was any indication he didn't want me to give up the pursuit of his lips either.

My want to feel his chest, bare and exposed against mine won out against the war my lips were raging with his. I pulled away, sitting up fully on his hips, noting that he was semi hard under me and I felt more comfortable with my own growing arousal knowing that it wasn't just me that was getting more and more turned on by the minute.

We had been careful in the first few weeks of our relationship, only now I felt that I needed and craved more from him, and as I looked down from my sitting perch on his hips, the look he gave me was nothing short of pure sex. I pulled my shirt off, his hands following the fabric of my shirt as I wrenched it off my shoulders, tracing from my belly button up my chest, circling before resting again on my hips.

Kurt was looking me over, not ashamed or embarrassed to stare, obviously liking what he was seeing even though he had seen it before. He didn't speak, he just looked adoringly at me through hooded eyes. That was when I drank him in as well. He was pale, lithe but a little more muscular than me, his shoulders broader with very light and sparse chestnut chest hair. The perfect blend of feminine and masculine and I groaned unabashed and leaned down, resting one hand on his pale chest and the other beside his head.

Kurt's hands were possessive as he reconnected out lips, pressing hard against my back trying to wrap himself around me, pulling me all the more flush with him. The skin on skin feel was like a drug for us both, wandering hands and mouths, it was all so much yet not enough.

I found a delightful spot behind his ear that sent his hips up in search of friction as I licked and sucked at it.

We groaned in unison as our pyjama clad bottoms ground against one another subconsciously. He pulled away to search my face for any hesitations but I knew what I wanted. I wanted more of him...maybe not everything yet but I was addicted more and more every minute to the feel of his groans reverberating against me, the confirmation in my silent world that I could unravel the man...that he wanted me, just as I wanted him. God he was beautiful.

Even that thought alone had me kiss him harder, move against him with a little more possession of my own as Kurt hooked his thumbs under the elastic waist of my pants. With a giddy and nervous chuckle against his lips I nodded and with my help we both ended up discarding our pants so that I could lay back on top of him, our bodies and groins flush, my thigh between his legs, and our hands now grasping each others tightly.

We stopped the heavy make out session for a second to lean away from one another to take in the others fully naked appearance. He was beautiful. Pale all the way to his toes, defined, manly and all fucking mine. His cock was a lot larger than I thought and I wondered how he fit into those overly tight pants every day. Kurt spoke before I was done looking, forcing me to look at his lips...oh what a chore.

"You're stunning Blaine...how did I get so lucky?" His voice was quiet but serious and breathy. I could hear each word as if it were a whisper, his voice down an octave from where it normally was, and I was so glad that I got to hear it like this.

"I'm the one that's lucky babe...you're just, gorgeous and mmmph" I couldn't stop kissing him. I couldn't even finish a sentence, I needed his mouth, his body, his everything now if not sooner. No more talking.

Kurt was the first to tentatively reach down below the belt as it were, grasping my ass and pulling me closer, seeking the connection of our naked erections which had us moan in unison. It felt amazing, it felt perfect.

We relished in the delicious friction for a while, softly moving against one another as Kurt attacked my neck with small bites and open mouthed kisses, the heat in the room reaching high levels quickly. I held his face against my neck, loving the warmth and attention he was giving me, and the curiosity of how his cock felt in my hand finally won out.

Coasting down his sides, his skin seemingly silky smooth everywhere I touched, before it settled near his hip.

"Can I Kurt?" I asked softly, lowering my head to his collar bone, nibbling at it lightly, when he nodded against my neck. He released a small whimper when I shifted against him so I could grab his now very hard cock, and I was loving the sounds he made even at the barely there volume and intensity.

Kurt thrust into the grasp, instinct seeking more attention, and he felt perfect in my hand. Heavy, warm and completely hard for me, it was enough to have me smile as Kurt lost himself in the gentle strokes I was giving him.

Simultaneously Kurt reconnected our lips and reached his own hand down and grabbed my length with confidence. I groaned loudly and probably a little too wantonly because no one had touched me like this in such a long time. His pressured strokes felt otherworldly as I matched his rhythm but increasing the pressure my hand was giving him.

Suddenly Kurt pushed against me and had me sit up, not letting go of my cock nor allowing me to release his as we both settled now on our knees facing each other, legs tangled in a sitting embrace. His other hand was in my hair, pulling and tugging as we kissed, my unoccupied now settled on his lower back, applying pressure to the smooth flesh just above his ass.

Kurt mewled as I swiped his leaking head with my right hand, feeling the hot precum across my thumb. Fuelled forward Kurt moved my hand and grasped both of our dicks together in his fist, holding them together as I threw my head back and my silent world was swimming with faint sounds, ragged breathing, and the exploding beats of my heart as it tried to pound out of my chest.

Kurt pulled against the grip he still had on my curls and brought my lips back to his in a battle of tooth and tongue that had me seeing stars.

I was losing it fast as he kept up his movements, now lubricated with our combined juices seeping from our needy erections. Kurt was relentless, obviously as lost as I was in the bliss we were sharing and I was grasping at his flesh, anywhere, everywhere...it had my senses in overdrive.

I held the back of his head, wanting nothing more from this moment than for it to never end but knowing it would because the burning coil in my stomach was about to snap and I could only hope that he was there with me. I buried my head in the crook of his neck, lapping at the light sheen of sweat, loving the salty taste mixed with that of just Kurt.

"Kurt...god Kurt...close." I held his back, scratching down his spine, loving the way he shivered against me. He brought his head up to my ear, nibbling at the lobe as he redoubled his efforts as our dicks slide together at a frantic pace.

Kurt was shaking now, his rhythm erratic as he leaned against my aid.

"Come now...please Blaine. Come with me, I need you to."

Before I could think or say otherwise, Kurt bit down and sucked on my neck, and then spasmed in my hand and against me, moaning something that sounded a little to me like my name. I felt the warmth of his cum on my cock, the howl of pleasure he exuded against my neck and that did it for me. All the combined elements had me literally falling to pieces against him. I came hard, harder than I think I had in a long time, if ever, as I saw the world turn white and I swear for a brief moment I could see sound. I groaned out his name, needing him to hear that I was falling apart just for him.

He stroked us through it, I lent a hand of my own just to feel the combination of his hand, my hand, our cum, just everything. I either blacked out or Kurt joined me in a hazed fantasy as we came down from our highs.

Still on our knees but resting against one another, we locked lips lightly and without want but only feeling.

"Hmmm Kurt, that.." Kurt only hummed in response. He already knew me so well. I didn't want to lift my head to read his lips, the contented hum and sigh of agreement was all I needed to feel or hear for that matter.

We were sticky, sweaty, and tangled in the most odd position but I was happy, and so was he.

I got up and went to grab a warm wash cloth from the en suite bathroom to clean us off. I tenderly cleaned all the exposed skin, taking note now of all the delicate curves and indents that I hadn't memorized yet. Kurt eyed me with affection, running his hand through his hair, watching me clean him and then reached over and did the same to me.

The touches were so different, delicate from the impassioned and desperate ones not a few minutes before. They were purposeful and somehow romantic despite what we had just done. I looked at Kurt, really looked at him, and he did the same, smiles on both of our faces. There was no regrets in what we had just done as we laid down beside one another with smiles plastered on our faces. We kissed lightly for a few seconds before I reached up and stroked his temple and spoke.

"So beautiful Kurt, you just take my breath away."

He turned into me and breathed in the air in our little bubble, not doubt smelling of sex, sweat and sweet...and smiled before looking at me again.

"Blaine, I don't know how or why we found each other, but you are everything that I could want...you're breathtaking, every inch inside and out."

We slept in each others arms that night, only dipping below the covers when we started to get chilled. I snuggled there happily with the man that I dreamt about that night. I was falling in love with this man, there was no question in my mind.

Ta everyone, a little smuttiness for you, and I have no idea where my brain conjured up that one from. It was about time that I got up to the M rating that I've been sporting! I really hope you like this, the next chapter will be them getting back into their normal routines again in New York and I hope that this chapter made you happy. Leave a comment if you can guys, I'm as always nervous about anything I post these days. Love ya xoxoxxoxoxo...toodles!