I have no idea how many reviews or views I have got for the last chapter - perhaps Coatsy may be kind enough to check and post below?

For those of you who get easily offended, please do not read this chapter. I rated this fic M for a reason, the reason being this chapter and any future ones possibly like it. However, I'd still like to hear back from you, so please feel free to still leave a review even if you don't finish reading this chapter. For now, enjoy!

Hey guys! :) I have no idea how mainy views Lu had before the last chapter, but I do know that now she has 832! :D As well as 3 favourites and 13 alerts! So I'd just like to say thank you on her behalf - I know how hard she works on this story, and how much she loves all you guys - and I hope you enjoy the rest of the story!

Now this chapter is definitely M rated. I remember when Lu first showed me this, I was like Wooaaahhhh that's way further than I expected her to go! but it is amazingly written. I hope you guys enjoy it! :)

Oh and lots of hugs to Paddyofurniture and I-might-BE-slightly-INSANE for reviwing the last chapter! :) Xx

Story so far...

It is Kurt's twenty-third birthday and Blaine has cooked him a meal and then took him out to watch his Warblers perform at an event dedicated to Kurt.

-*T&C*-

The pair reached their front door and Kurt leant against the wall while Blaine fished around in his pocket for the keys. He slid the right one into the lock and heard a click before pushing the door open and stepping back to let Kurt in ahead of him. He locked the door once they were both inside and threw the bunch of keys into the tray in the hallway.

Kurt wandered into the lounge and relaxed on the couch; his body at one end, feet at the other. Blaine followed him and lifted up Kurt's legs, putting them on his lap when he sat down. He smiled happily at the man sitting next to him. Blaine glanced to the clock on the mantelpiece. It read 11:29.

"Kurt. It's half past eleven. You are now officially twenty-three years old!"

"Ooh, so it is!" Kurt grinned. "Well, how about my first kiss being twenty-three?"

Blaine smiled and slid up the sofa under Kurt's legs. When he was close enough, Kurt reached a hand to Blaine's head and brought his face nearer still. His fingers played with the curls on his boyfriend's head and he was glad that he'd prevented him from gelling his hair for once. Their faces only centimetres apart, Kurt could smell the Werther's on Blaine's breath that he had been chewing for most of the walk home. They closed their eyes and their heads travelled the last couple of centimetres to reach their goal. Their lips finally met and they tried a few tentative kisses before kissing properly. Blaine's right hand slid down the remaining distance of Kurt's thigh to settle on his lower back. The other hand cupped Kurt's pale cheek. Kurt, however, was not wasting a second of Blaine having unkempt locks and both of his hands were caressing the back of Blaine's head, letting his curls slide through his fingers.

They drew apart for a brief moment before tilting their heads the other way and starting again. Blaine's hand left Kurt's lower back and climbed up his spine, making Kurt tingle with anticipation as it returned to an even lower spot, before repeating the whole process again. Kurt kept one hand feeling Blaine's soft hair but moved the other down to his cheek, stroking his thumb backwards and forwards over the soft skin on Blaine's face. His little finger fondled his ear and Blaine leant his head to a larger angle so as to trap Kurt's hand against his neck. Kurt lifted up a curl and rubbed it between his forefinger and thumb, putting it down after a couple of seconds and moving on to the next one. Blaine finally managed to get his hand under Kurt's shirt and Kurt's body rippled as he felt the cold hand on his warm back. He leant his head back, breaking the seal between his and Blaine's lips and Blaine leant in and started nibbling Kurt's chin. He then licked down his neck and finished up nuzzling at where it met his chest. Kurt nibbled on Blaine's earlobe, brushing his cheek against Blaine's. The hand that had found solace in Blaine's hair now brushed down his face, fingers moving to feel the contours as he reached his chin. A flat palm swept down his neck and pressed on his toned stomach.

Suddenly, as if they were robots being instructed, the pace picked up. Kurt was breathing louder and faster into Blaine's ear. Blaine's hand moved from Kurt's back and alighted on his thigh, but the rubbing continued. He let out a moan as Kurt followed suit. Blood rushed around his body until it all arrived in one place. Their lips returned to each other. They started panting and Blaine felt his boyfriend tense. Lips still locked, the shorter boy moved the hand from Kurt's thigh and took it under his knees. The other hand fell from his face and rested on his back as Kurt replaced both his hands in a tight embrace behind Blaine's neck. Slowly, Blaine stood up, making sure he had Kurt's weight balanced in his arms. He felt the room with his feet to make sure he didn't bump into anything as he kept his eyes shut and his lips pressed firmly against Kurt's. He walked the few metres down the corridor until he reached their bedroom door. Luckily, it had been left open so he only had to kick it shut behind them. He walked over to the bed, laying Kurt down on it before scrabbling on top of him.

The buttons on Kurt's shirt were being strained by Blaine forcefully pulling it off of him. He sat on Kurt's bulging lower midriff, his feet tucked under his back. Kurt joined in now, unzipping Blaine's jeans while Blaine worked on undoing Kurt's belt. Kurt reached up to Blaine's neck and grabbed his face, pulling it forcefully towards his own and clashing their lips together. He worked at Blaine's bowtie, getting it undone and flinging it across the room. He tugged at the bottom of Blaine's woollen vest and Blaine lifted his arms up and quickly drew his lips away from Kurt's to allow him to rip it over his head. Their lips quickly returned and now it was Kurt's turn to try his hand at speed-undoing buttons. Blaine resumed undoing Kurt's and they finished at the same time, ripping the shirts off of each other. These too were thrown as far away as they could manage as Blaine took Kurt's hands and forced them both to stand up so as to finish taking off their bottom halves. They shared an awkward laugh, lips still glued together, when they realised they were both wearing bright pink boxers. Both pairs were straining with the size of what lay beneath them and the boys ripped them off each other.

Still panting heavily, they clambered back onto the bed. Kurt shuffled backwards, facing the ceiling and Blaine followed him, looking down at the bed and the older boy. Kurt's hands found Blaine's hair again and pulled it towards him, fingers massaging the scalp and tongue darting around the mouth that his lips were still attached to. Blaine let his forearms take his weight but lowered his body onto Kurt's, their chests touching and ribcages rising in sync.

The couple rolled over a few tines, changing position. Kurt was on the top when they both felt an urgent need for release and they rolled a further time so that Blaine was once more lying on Kurt. Blaine withdrew his lips and wriggled his hips, eliciting a moan from Kurt. Blaine soon followed with a deeper sounding groan and his lips found Kurt's chin, then chest, then shoulder. They stayed there as he started to suck.

As light from the window fell on the bed, the boys slept on. Blaine had his left arm wrapped tightly around Kurt's waist, and Kurt was keeping it in place with a firm grip on Blaine's hand. Blaine's lips were pressed into Kurt's neck, and a red bruise was situated and Kurt's shoulder - a reminder of the height of the previous night's passion. The twenty-three year old lay with the twenty-two year old and they breathed slowly but together. As one boy's naked chest rose, the other's sank, and then this pattern continued as the other breathed in.

Both with messy hair, the boys looked made for each other. Their early morning innocence made the pair delightfully adorable. As a particularly bright ray of sunlight hit the window, Kurt stirred with a groan. He felt Blaine's arm around his waist and smiled sleepily, eyes remaining shut as he softly rubbed his knuckles with his thumb.
His other hand was brought to his mouth to suppress a yawn and he felt movement behind him as Blaine, clearly awake, started licking and nibbling softly at the skin at the back of Kurt's neck.

Being a Saturday, Blaine had the day off, but Kurt still had to go to work. He moved his head gently to look at the clock to see the time and was surprised to see that the clock read 09:53, thinking that it had been earlier. Slowly, he turned around to face his boyfriend and Blaine had to tear his lips away from the back of Kurt's neck and instead had to open his eyes to find his lips: soft, delicate and highly kissable.

"Morning sleepyhead," Kurt mumbled against Blaine's lips.

"Mmm..." was as much of a reply as Kurt got as he felt his lower lip being nibbled.

"I need to get ready for work soon." Kurt managed to pull his lips away from Blaine's and instead the rested forehead-to-forehead, the ends of their noses gently pushed together as they looked into each other's eyes.

"Mm, no you don't." Blaine replied.

Kurt frowned. "How do you mean?"

"I mean, it was your birthday yesterday and you've been overworking and this has been planned as your day off for weeks; I rang them up last month to tell them that you'd be with me and that I couldn't possibly spare you."

"Oh," Kurt whispered. "Well then, I guess we can spend the rest of the morning in bed."

"Nope!" Blaine said, suddenly acting very awake and pecking Kurt on the nose before getting out of bed, throwing the sheet off of him to reveal his bare body. "We're going shopping!"

I hope that was okay. I wasn't really comfortable with going into any more detail, or lengthening the readable time frame. I apologise about the ending, Blaine sort of got a bit overexcited and said that and I couldn't stop him. And then he went ahead and told me what'd be
happening in the next chapter as well, so I shall probably be writing that as you read this. In Spain. Hah! No, seriously, I'll be missing you guys like mad and thinking about you all the time. I cannot tell you how inredibly grateful I am to all of you, be you new readers or friends, readers or reviewers. I love you all.

Well, I shall be back for your next installment. I promise angst, and lots of it! I hope you have enjoyed being looked after by Auntie Coatsy. What do you say to her?

IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT!

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