Hi, everyone.

First things first. I want to thank all of you for your concern after my last chapter. I have always known that people on this site are really kind, but this reached another level. I was selfish in what I said and I apologise for that. I shall explain now what was wrong: a boy I knew went missing. It was in the national news and it was an upsetting thing to be told straight after a brilliant five days at PGL. At every news item, I'd replay my last words with him, and how I'd told his sister I'd protect him forever. Inevitably, as there were strong winds and a very low temperature, they found his body on Thursday. I am sorry that I concerned some of you last week.

On a cheerier note, I found my friend! The one who wrote "I read gay fanfiction" as her 'interesting fact'. Yeah, I found her :) which I kind of cool as I was searching for her all week and finally saw a girl in a Stonewall t-shirt and THEN finally got the courage to speak to her, and it was her! It was crazy :D

I also had my first ever sight test today. It was a little weird, but not uncomfortable. I seriously thought I'd need glasses, but apparently my vision is better than 20/20. Very unexpected! I guess because it used to be so good, it must now just be good, and that's the difference I'm noticing, maybe?

I have had so many ideas and no time! I'm currently working on this, an aeroplane oneshot which I've been working on for months, a Doctor Who film night that I've also been working on for months, another which is remaining spoilerless which I had the idea for months ago and haven't gotten round to starting, the second chapter of It just sort of happened, a post-break up songfic (happy this time), a fic where Blaine is searching for his childhood friend, some non-fanfiction stuff and some things for fictionpress. Oh, it's endless! I just have so much inspiration and so little time to write it all!

So, this chapter. *ahem* I have been writing this for... rather a long time. The middle bit (It wasn't methodical. It was poetry.) I wrote first, when I was still slightly shy about this sort of thing. Then the rest of it flowed out a week or so ago. It's the sort of thing that I feel fine about posting online, but would never let anyone read while I was near them. Well, maybe you're the exception, Coatsy. My sister. No, soulmate. Yep, Brontë definitely got it wrong :)

Anyway, HUGE warnings for this chapter if you prefer not to read the M rated stuff. Most very definitely M rated. I thought ch5 was smutty. I was wrong. I sent this to my gorgeous beta and all she could reply with was a string of swearwords :) If you're not going to be comfortable with reading that sort of thing, then don't read on.

However, if you've decided to read on, then, please, enjoy!

Story so far...

Blaine goes engagement ring shopping with boss Greg Jones, but doesn't manage to find anything perfect. Their trip gets interrupted by a text from horny Kurt and Blaine returns home.

"Tears! I'm ba-ack!" No reply. Blaine took his jacket off and hung it by the door, dumping his bag on the floor beneath it. He wandered through to the lounge, stretching as he did so. Suddenly, he was pushed back against the doorframe and a pair of lips attached themselves to his neck.

"Good. Now, what do you fancy to eat tonight?"

All thoughts of rings went out of his mind. All Blaine could think about was this devilishly hot man kissing all over him, and the certain things that this was doing to his body…

-*T&C*-

They crashed against the wall, already panting heavily. Blaine kissed Kurt's lips forcefully, but his boyfriend kissed back with just as much enthusiasm and lust. Blaine's right leg was securing Kurt firmly to the wall while allowing a pleasant amount of friction for the two. Hands roved shamelessly and, before either knew what was happening, they had to break the contact of their lips to allow the thin material of their shirts over their heads and already messed-up hair.

Quickly, their lips reconnected. Hands started to get even more brazen and Kurt slid his into the back pockets of Blaine's trousers, achieving two things: pulling him closer and feeling up his backside. They moaned breathily into each others mouths, determined not to break for air until absolutely necessary. Kurt rocked his hips a bit and Blaine's mind emptied for a second; the pleasure that had rushed through his body as he felt his boyfriend's erection rub against his leg was immeasurable.

Kurt broke the contact of their lips, moving his head down to rest his forehead against Blaine's to stop them from becoming immediately reattached. He struggled to get much-needed breath into his lungs. "Clothes," he breathed. "Too much."

Blaine laughed at his boyfriend's sudden lack of vocabulary. "Take them off?"

Kurt nodded, swallowing. Suddenly, Blaine's lips were back on his and he now had a hand fiddling with his button and oh so close to-

A gasp escaped his lips as the younger man's hand left its job of removing the offending jeans to touch him through them. Kurt's eyes rolled back in their sockets with pleasure, and, deciding that clothes were definitely a no-no, removed his hands from Blaine's back pockets - after a quick squeeze - and worked quickly at undoing the buckle on his belt. He completed his task quickly and efficiently, sliding it out of the belt-loops. He considered using it to tie his boyfriend's hands behind his back but decided against as it'd make later a lot harder. Kurt shivered. More difficult, more difficult, more difficult. He threw the strip of leather away and the buckle made a satisfying thud as it hit the carpet on the other side of the lounge.

Blaine finally completed his task of undoing Kurt's button - although he certainlywasn't complaining - and pulled down sharply with the zipper. Kurt let pleasure rock through him as he did the same to Blaine, smirking as a deep moan of enjoyment was forced from the very back of his boyfriend's throat.

They tried to get out of their trousers, helping each other push them down their legs. Kurt's tight jeans got caught on his thighs, so Blaine had to push them all the way down, his face ending up a mere inch away from Kurt's throbbing cock. He licked his lips in anticipation, eyes darting up to Kurt's. "Can I?"

Kurt moaned. "Now? You use your Dalton dapperness now?" Blaine smiled sheepishly. "Stop talking and put those lips to better use."

Before you could say 'fuck me now', Kurt's boxers had joined his jeans around his ankles. A long pink tongue darted out through bruised red lips.

Kurt's knees threatened to give way as wave after wave of ecstasy pumped through him. A skilled tongue on a well-placed vein was all it took to turn his mind to pure mush and want. "Blaine, Blaine, Blaine, Blaine Blaine Blaine Blaine…" His lover's name became a chant, one that would only stop when oblivion was reached. Alternatively, when the tongue was joined by lips, and then teeth.

"Blaine!" Kurt screamed. His hands shot down to his boyfriend's head, still without gel after their lunchtime escapades. He buried his hands deep into the curls and grabbed on, forcing the lips further up his cock, pushing him ever closer to the edge.

Strong hands pinned Kurt's hips to the wall to stop him from bucking forwards. The breath rate of both men sounded like they were sprinting a marathon and were near the finish. Realising just how close to that metaphorical 'finish' they were, Blaine dragged his lips and teeth one final time down Kurt before pulling off.

Kurt moaned in response and tried to guide the head back, but Blaine merely shook it. He removed his right hand from Kurt's hip and thrust it upwards, seeking his love's mouth. Kurt found the offered fingers and took them in his mouth, licking the fingers like he wished Blaine was still licking him. After a few seconds, the hand was removed, to be replaced by an eager tongue, the owner of which having stood up moments previously.

While tongues explored each other, their bodies pressed even closer together. The heat between them was building up, and both felt the beginnings of something growing in their stomachs. Blaine's hands felt down Kurt's body to rest on his hips. Kurt intertwined the fingers of one hand into Blaine's hair, the other firmly on his boyfriend's back to push him ever closer. Their long kisses became shorter, turning more into nibbles, then Blaine dropped his lips to attach to Kurt's neck, licking and sucking and biting, creating a large, purple hickey.

"Lube," Kurt managed to gasp out. "We need lube".

"No we don't," Blaine grunted. He returned his lips sloppily to Kurt's as his fingers crept around his leg. Kurt suddenly realised why he'd been made to suck on Blaine's fingers. He was slightly disturbed at the thought of having his own saliva inside him. This idea soon slipped from his mind as he felt Blaine enter him.

One finger: a moan, a request for "more".

Two fingers: an increase in breathing rate and a head thrown back, hitting the wall with a thump.

Three fingers: the fast-paced begging of "please, please, please, please" followed by the growl of "please what?"

Emptiness: a gasp, a shuffle and an impatient groan.

Something else that was definitely not a finger: loud moans from both parties and sloppy kisses.

It wasn't methodical. It was poetry. As the two bodies allowed moan after shallow moan ripple through them, fingernails were dug into skin and love seeped through them to the very core of the other.

Blaine now had Kurt's long legs wrapped tightly around his own waist, hands pressing into the waist of his lover. One of Kurt's hands was over Blaine's shoulder, pressing into his back to force their bodies closer. The other was flung out to the side, clawing at the wall behind him. He moved his hips up and down, doing most of the work as he felt his boyfriend slip easily inside of him, pulling away and thrusting again with force into his prostate, causing him to shudder with pleasure every time.

Kurt didn't know how Blaine's cock had managed to get so slick without artificial lubrication. In his mind he pictured it, hard with pre-cum, being stroked in lube with his own soft hands. But this mental image had sprung from midday, and not now. He toyed with the picture of licking his boyfriend's cock; cheeks hollowed out, watching the younger boy writhe beneath him in pleasure as he managed to deep throat, humming and sending his boyfriend over the edge, screaming Kurt's name. But this hadn't happened either. Suddenly, Kurt realised. He remembered shallow moans that weren't his own after those three saliva-covered fingers had been removed from inside of him. He imagined Blaine using those fingers to prepare himself for entering Kurt, giving himself pleasure in the meantime, then, prepped, entering the impatient older boy. Kurt shivered at this arousing image, then screamed out in bliss as Blaine hit his prostate directly.

The rhythm of their hips became jerky, erratic. Even their desperate, wet kisses were growing more frenzied. Blaine usually tried to time his thrusts to a song, with Teenage Dream working perfectly. When it was Kurt's turn, he'd pick Single Ladies. It was a song that was very important to him and he wanted to involve Blaine in it somehow. If that involved playing it in his head whilst he pounded into his whimpering boyfriend, then so be it. But for now, Blaine wasn't thinking of Teenage Dream. He was thinking of Kurt and love and- "Fuck, I'm close..."

Kurt emitted a deep groan from his throat, now banging on the wall with his free hand. "Me too. Me too. Me too."

It was another chant. It invaded his brain like a broken record with no off switch. He played it over and over. The rhythm faltered further, panting so loudly that both men were sure they could be heard down the corridor, probably even at the other end of the building.

Suddenly, Blaine stopped. He ripped his mouth away from Kurt's to just look at him. He was poised to slam back into his loving partner, but he waited. "Come with me."

Kurt reconnected their lips briefly then pulled away to look into his amber eyes. "Always."

And then Blaine had pushed back in. He felt the coil in his stomach release, Kurt tight against his cock as he offloaded, screaming his boyfriend's name. Kurt curved his spine away from the wall, babbling nonsense, thick strands of cum being propelled into Blaine's stomach. He felt himself fill up with Cookies' love as his own spread between them.

Then Blaine collapsed.

They sat, still tangled, on the floor. Orgasms ridden out, they were coping with the aftermath, panting heavily, foreheads joined as if by some powerful magic force. Sweat dripped from their bodies through sheer exertion. Blaine's fingers still gripped at Kurt's hipbones and he was sure he'd left a mark that would remain for days, if not weeks. Kurt's free hand now held the other in an auditorium-kiss-esque hold behind Blaine's neck.

"I love you."

It was impossible to distinguish who said it first. Truth be told, they said it together. They always would. They laughed breathily, still trying to recapture valuable air into their lungs. Still, it wouldn't be a bad way to go: death by mind-blowing wall sex.

Kurt sighed and shook his hips, eliciting a gasp from the younger man. Blaine was still inside Kurt, now limp and soft. Slowly, he withdrew, then swooped his lips onto Kurt's neck. He nibbled softly as Kurt stretched his neck out to allow easier access, mumbling softly in pleasure and exhaustion.

"Mine." Blaine drew his lips away from this second hickey, returning them to kiss it softly before withdrawing again to look at it, then the face of his lover. "Mine."

"Yours," Kurt agreed. Their lips found each other again. They pressed sweet kisses on to the other, mainly the lips but sometimes to ears, cheeks, foreheads. Every other kiss was accompanied by a statement.

"I love your smile."

"I love your laugh."

"I love your sense of humour."

"I love yours more."

They continued bickering lovingly. The peacefulness and serenity of the situation was a far stretch from the volume of their screams not five minutes previously. This was loving without compromise, without barriers. Unconditional love. Unreserved adoration. Unrestricted worship.

They were just boys, sitting with each other, telling the other they loved them.

Phew!

*giggles* So, thoughts? Would you like more of this in the future? Did I do smut proud? Not too shabby for a female virgin?

I know that got a bit fluffy at the end. Honestly, I couldn't help it. I won't believe that I'm the first person who has felt like Blaine would say that in the middle of having sex, and that Kurt would reply with that. And if I am? Well, the world is a sad place... :( No, honestly, who doesn't imagine that happening?

Right. Something which I feel I must mention. Our little yellow-feathered friend? I didn't forget about him. Okay, that might be a slight lie. I'll rephrase. I remembered him while writing previous chapters and thought 'I must include him soon'. And then didn't. And then wrote this, forgetting about him. And then remembered. But I have found a way around it! Bocelli will not be mentally scarred, have no fear. I shall explain everything in the next chapter!

Okay, I was going through a phase of my A/Ns actually being a normal length again. Yeahhhhh... what happened to that?

Ooh, no, I can't stop here!

IThinkILeftMyCoatOutside: you are amazing. And beautiful. And clever, darling. I love you. Always. *cyber snuggle* Or smuggle. Your choice ;) Personally, I believe I should steal you away to go and visit Kris. Wadaya think? :D

paddyofurniture: you have changed my life, soul sister. Honestly. Words cannot begin to explain how much I love you. You have given me happiness and held my (albeit virtual) hand when I needed you to. Thank you. Another *cyber smuggle*. And yes, most definitely smuggle :D

I-might-BE-slightly-INSANE: I hope you enjoyed your birthday! Thank you so much for all the support you have given me this last week as well. It has been invaluable, both at PGL and after I found out the news about Pierre. Bourne and Raised FTW! :)

borogroves: If you do happen to read this, I want to say thank you. Thank you for writing a story as amazing as The Man with the Hippo Head Brooch, which introduced me to the fantastic world of Snapshots. Your story is brilliant and you're such a kind person too. Thank you for all of your kind words :)

Kaaate: Hi! Have you found me? Yes, this is the chapter I was writing when I thought about talking to you. As for your need for concern, I wouldn't say so! My mind wanders a lot while I'm writing!

AlexiaD99: I very much enjoyed betaing for you a while back, and would certainly be up for the job if the offer came again! Confusing Pretty Little Thing is a great story and I cannot wait to see how it continues.

GirlInTheBlueHoodie: Thank you for the hugs and for your help in picking the chapter titles :) Your train Drabble is still amazeballs.

To anyone who I may not have mentioned: Thank you. I meant it in the last chapter when I said you guys are my happiness. You're also my confidence and my hope. I love each and every one of you and it would be incredible if I was to be able to find the identity of each and every one of you. With that in mind, I accept unsigned reviews, so even if you don't have an account, or even really don't have anything to say, just review to say 'hi' or something. Anything. You guys are my happiness and my life and I'd make you all cakes if I could. Honestly, you mean the world to me.

IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT!

I never feel like I do enough for charities. Sure, all my old stuff goes to Cancer Research and I am always in the charity shops in my town. But I want to just go up to collection pots and put money in. So, for every review I get for this story, I will donate 10p to a charity. If you have a favourite, please let me know in your review and I'll see what I can do. Let's see how much we can donate, eh?

Thank you for reaching the end. If you did, I will run a competition. The first person to name inspiration behind last line in their review gets a prize... Prize currently undecided.