"What do you want to do for Thanksgiving?" Kurt asks one evening as he loads the dishwasher.
"I don't mind," Blaine replies. He is seated at the kitchen table, on his laptop as he replies to various emails and tries to manage his session bookings. Their three months in Chicago so far have flown by. Kurt is busy with college and working two evenings and a Saturday morning in the campus Library. Blaine, for his part, has never been busier. So busy in fact, that he's having to turn work down for the first time ever. Things are good. Their relationship is strong, Adam seems to have backed off for the time being and though Kurt has been out since, both with and without Blaine in tow, he has refrained from drinking as much- the three day hangover still serves as an unpleasant reminder.
"What do you want to do?"
"I was kinda hoping we could go home?" Kurt asks tentatively. "Rachel is going to be there, and I think if we were home then Santana might come back too."
"Sounds good," Blaine agrees. "To be honest I think my mom's a little disappointed that we've only been back twice since we moved, and they were only one night visits. Could we stay with my parents this time and yours at Christmas?"
"Of course. That makes more sense anyway if Cooper is coming for Christmas. I mean I love them, but those twins still don't understand the meaning of the word privacy, even at thirteen."
"It's strange, going back and knowing there's someone else in my house," Blaine muses.
"Do you think you'll sell it eventually?"
"Well yes, when we want to buy somewhere together I guess. But right now the income is proving useful. I think we're doing quite well for ourselves, don't you?"
"You're doing well, yes. I'm earning a hundred dollars a week."
"And making me the happiest man alive by loving me," Blaine says as he goes to him. "You're studying for your future, Kurt. Don't belittle it, or your contribution to our relationship."
"I know. And the money is useful."
"To buy clothes," Blaine smiles as his arms encircle Kurt.
"I'm saving for something actually," he says with a bop to his nose.
"Oh?"
"Yeah. So...anything worth watching tonight?"
"Way to change the subject," Blaine laughs as Kurt falls onto the couch. "Always an enigma."
"You know it."
"Darlings!" Sara Anderson cries happily as she flings herself upon Kurt and Blaine. "Oh it's so good to see you!" She smooshes Blaine's face as she kisses him fondly, followed by Kurt who laughs and hugs her tight.
"It's really good to be back," Kurt admits as he allows himself to be led into the house.
"There's my boys!" Mike booms as he hugs them both. "Kurt, either you're still growing or I'm shrinking," he says as he looks him up and down.
"Dad, he's nineteen now. He's not a boy," Blaine moans affectionately.
"I'm going with you shrinking," Kurt teases as he leans on Mike's shoulder.
"Anyway my darlings, wash up, wash up. Dinner as soon as Burt and Carole arrive."
"What? Dad's coming?"
"Oh we always have dinner together once a week," Sara says as if this were old news. "Either here or there. Sometimes we go out. Wesley, Finn and Noah join us sometimes, I worry that they're not eating properly otherwise."
"Wes is thirty four," Blaine mutters as he starts up the stairs after her.
"So?"
"You never stop mothering, do you?" Blaine says as he kisses her cheek.
"Never. I would apologize, only I'm not sorry. Dinner soon," she smiles. The door closes and Kurt turns to Blaine, a grin on his face as he shakes his head in disbelief.
"Your mom is..."
"Embarrassing."
"Adorable. And your dad too."
"I can't believe she's feeding everyone all the time."
"Well they must like it or they'd just say no," Kurt points out. "Wesley is part of the family anyway."
"You know, he doesn't even allow his own parents to call him that."
"No, but sweet as she is, there's just no arguing with your mom, darling," he laughs.
"Don't." He accepts Kurt's embrace eagerly, pulling him onto the bed as he kisses behind his ear. "When did she say dinner was?"
"Sss...Oh! Soon!" Kurt gasps as Blaine's fingers trail along his waistband. "But we really..."
"We really should let Blaine suck Kurt off," he teases as he moves his lips to Kurt's stomach. "Seeing as someone was too late for blowjobs this morning."
"Oh shit," Kurt moans, but even as he speaks he's lowering his pants in haste. "Sixty nine with me then."
"Oh baby," Blaine groans happily as he shucks out of his underwear. "It would be my pleasure."
The inevitable "Dinner time darlings!" is called up the stairs ten minutes later as Burt's booming voice can be heard greeting Mike.
"Ugh," Kurt stops sucking Blaine's cock for a moment and lifts his head. "Later."
"No, not later," Blaine pants. "So close."
"Blaine! Kurt! I said dinner!"
"Coming right now!" Blaine yells, sounding somewhat desperate. He lands a sharp smack to Kurt's butt as he dissolves into laughter above him, and hastily directs his mouth back to where it is needed.
When he arrives in the dining room five minutes later, he is flushed and grinning as he happily notes that Finn and Rachel have joined them.
"Where's Kurt?" Carole asks as she looks past his shoulder.
"Brushing his teeth," comes Blaine's instant reply, and while he reddens slightly and Rachel sniggers, the rest seem oblivious.
"Well hello there," a voice drawls and he turns to see Santana lounging in the doorway.
"Santana!" He holds out his arms but she eyes him warily.
"Have you washed your hands?"
"Yes."
"In that case," her face breaks into a wide grin and she leaps into his arms where he squeezes her tight. "I have missed you so much," she says quietly against his neck.
"Me too, me too," Blaine says as he sets her on her feet again. "It is so good to see you." Kissing her cheek, he settles next to her at the table as Sara and Mike start carrying an array of dishes to the table.
"Are you crying?" Rachel asks Santana.
"No. Something in my eye."
"You are. You're crying."
"Am not." Santana snaps.
"Are too. You look like you did that time we watched Bambi."
"I wasn't crying then."
"Yes you were."
"I was not..."
"You were!"
"Kurt!" They both chorus happily as they fly out their seats and immediately begin to fuss over him. More greetings are made before Kurt finally draws his chair up on the other side of Blaine.
"I'd say Chicago was a lucky escape," Kurt mutters to Blaine under his breath.
"Mmhmm."
The meal is full of chatter between family and friends, all catching up on each others news, with Blaine particularly happy to hear how well Santana is doing at NYADA, and all parents fussing over how their various offspring are faring at living alone.
"I'm thirty four mom, yes, I know how to do laundry. In case you didn't notice, I had been living alone for a number of years before living with Kurt."
"I know darling, but Kurt's clothes are nicer than yours. I just want to make sure you're not ruining them."
Kurt grins smugly at this and nudges Blaine playfully. "He's the perfect roommate," he says as he raises their joined hands and kisses his knuckles. "I couldn't ask for better."
"You never treat me like that, Berry," Santana grumbles.
"That's because firstly, you're far from the perfect housemate and secondly, Kurt and Blaine are lovers. We are not. Nor will we ever be, thank you very much, however much you may want to."
"Oh yeah, I've a real thing for reindeer sweaters and plaid knee high socks."
"Girls!" Burt interrupts. "For goodness sake. I'm glad I'm not your neighbor."
"I thought you were friends?" Mike asks in confusion.
"We are," Rachel says, turning to him. "I love Santana very much, and she loves me." To everyone's surprise, Santana doesn't disagree, just smiles and carries on eating for a while before turning to Blaine.
"So. You and lover boy are still going strong then?"
"Yes. What of it?"
"Nothing, nothing. I just thought that now you were living together you might be able to keep your hands off one another for longer than five minutes under your parent's roof."
Finn drops his fork with a clatter. "Is that... Man! Is that why you were all smiley when you appeared?" he asks as Blaine stares at his plate.
"That's certainly why Kurt was brushing his teeth before eating his dinner," Rachel offers, and then squeals at Kurt's well placed kick to her shin.
"We're both adults," Blaine says, looking imploringly at Burt.
"Don't look at me son, I knew what you'd been up to the second I laid eyes on you. I'm just mature enough not to comment on it, unlike these goons," he says gesturing between them all.
"Could we please talk about something other than Kurt and Blaine's sex life?" Sara asks with a smile. "They're young, they're in love. It's only natural that they want to...to...to..."
"Get it on?" Finn offers.
"Yes darling, thank you. Get it on as often as they can. I mean..."
"Mom! Jeez!" Blaine holds his head in his hands as Kurt tries to hide his laughter.
"Sorry Blaine," she says brightly. "Who wants dessert? I made pie."
"I am so fucking horny I could die," Blaine announces dramatically as they finally close their bedroom door later that night.
"Careful," Kurt laughs. "Your mom and dad will hear."
"I think I'm past caring," Blaine says as he undresses. "Everyone seems to know everything anyway. I swear those girls discuss our sex life more than their own."
"That's because Santana has none and Rachel doesn't fare much better," Kurt says as he watches Blaine lie on the bed and begin to stroke his cock. "Why so horny, anyway? We got off right before dinner. My father can remind you if you've forgotten."
"Kurt, please," he says, gesturing to himself and his growing hardness. "And I'm horny because looking at you all evening across a crowded room and not being able to just...take, or touch, drives me insane. Fuck...the way you hold yourself, your voice, the way your eyes shine when you laugh...it just...gets me going. You are crazy hot."
"Whereas you are just crazy," Kurt teases, sliding up the bed and swapping Blaine's hand for his own. "Tell me what you want."
"I want to come," Blaine says bluntly.
"Who says romance is dead? And where and how do you want to come?"
"In your...no," Blaine says, thinking out loud. "With you in my...oh, but I like it when... What did you let me choose for?" Blaine cries with a laugh. "I can't decide."
"Wanna come on my face baby?" Kurt says devilishly as his eyes darken. "You like that, don't you?"
"I do, but you told me never again after my birthday."
"Just keep it out of my eye this time."
"But I want you to fuck me too."
"I can't say no to that."
"I know," Blaine grins broadly. "Kurt?"
"Mmm?" he answers lazily as he continues to pump Blaine in his fist.
"Would you rim me?"
"Oh." Sitting, he moves his hands to his lap as he fiddles nervously. "I've not...um..."
"I know, that's why I asked. You kind of did once...when we were using the vibrator, but it was only around the edge cause the toy was in the way and I just..."
"I might be really crap though."
"What? No. I refuse to believe that," Blaine says decisively. "Are you nervous?"
"Yes."
"That's hot."
"What? Why is that hot?" Kurt cries incredulously.
"Because it reminds me of when we first got together," Blaine grins as he sits up against the headboard. "But really, you don't need to be."
"You're asking me to rim you, for the first time, while your parents sleep two doors down the hall. I think I've every right."
"You don't have to."
"No, no. You asked to be rimmed and rimmed you shall be. Turn over."
"Who said romance is dead?" Blaine quips as he turns onto all fours. "Seriously Kurt, you don't have to do this."
He pauses, half settled between Blaine's legs as he looks at him, eyes full of sincerity. "I know. Blaine, we've been together two and a half years, you are the sweetest, most caring person I know. If you suddenly started pressuring me into things I didn't want to do I'd be alarmed."
"Okay. You can rim me now."
Laughing, Kurt nips at Blaine's ass cheek playfully before running his tongue experimentally along the crack. Trust his beloved boyfriend to put him completely at ease, he thinks as he repeats the action. All his worries melt away as always when Blaine drops his head and growls deep in his throat.
"Ohmygod," he rushes out, then huffs a short laugh when he feels Kurt smile against his entrance. "S'good," he explains.
"And I'm flattered," Kurt tells him as he licks again, but this time just over his hole. It had been different last time, Blaine was already slick with lube and truth be told, it wasn't as though Kurt had planned to put his face there, he just got carried away in the heat of the moment. But he knows how good it feels when Blaine does this to him, and he's nothing if not determined to make Blaine fall apart using only his tongue. He goes slow, circling his entrance and making him wet, pushing insistently at that tight ring of muscle until he feels it begin to unclench and he can gradually work his tongue inside. Blaine nearly falls apart several times and has to bite hard on his wrist to keep from screaming.
"Kurt, Kurt, Kurt," he chants almost hypnotically as he gasps for breath. "Shit Kurt, so good. So...fucking...good," he exhales hard on the last word, releasing a long moan when Kurt takes his aching dick in his hand and pumps quickly, once, twice before Blaine comes onto the sheets, groaning as his head and torso fall onto the bed and he stays, quivering as he hears Kurt hurriedly unbuckling his belt behind him.
"Jesus Christ," he pants as he fumbles for his cock, gripping it tight and sighing with relief. Blaine looks over his shoulder, just in time to catch sight of Kurt's face as he jerks himself hard over Blaine's ass, decorating it in long, thick ropes as he digs the fingers of his other hand into the skin of Blaine's back, dragging them down and leaving long, red marks in their wake. "I'm so sorry," he whispers as he falls to Blaine's side. "I didn't mean to just...come all over you."
"What? Are you insane? That was the best bit. Jesus. I'm gonna be getting off to that for months. Fuck."
"I was gonna fuck you. Hard."
"Tomorrow," Blaine says with a dismissive wave of his hand. Throwing a lazy arm over Kurt's middle, he kisses into his damp hair. "I love you, you know. So much."
Kurt turns in his embrace, onto his side where he can reach out to cup Blaine's cheek sweetly, the stubble feeling scratchy under his touch. "I love you too. God, how I love you." He nuzzles against Blaine's jaw, kissing his cheek softly. "It just keeps getting better, doesn't it? Not the sex...although that does, for sure. But us, I mean."
"It does, Kurt. It really, totally does."
"Good morning darling," Sara Anderson says brightly as Blaine heads for the fridge. He stops and kisses her cheek before carrying on, rummaging around while he whistles happily.
"Morning," he eventually returns.
"Somebody had fun last night," she laughs as she notes the way in which he does a little dance as he pours coffee for himself and Kurt.
"Mom," he whines. "Must we?"
"I'm just saying, that's all. I had forgotten the noise that always accompanies yours and Kurt's visits. I'm just teasing, darling," she laughs as he tries to duck away from the hair ruffle. "I like that Kurt makes you so happy."
"Kurt is without doubt, the best, most amazing boyfriend in the world," he says decisively. "I refuse to hear otherwise."
"You might want to set about making that boyfriend a fiancé sometime soon then," she sing songs as she flips eggs in a pan.
"I will, one day. But he's just turned nineteen. I don't think he'd thank me for an engagement ring right now."
"No, I guess not," she agrees with a small sigh. "I forget sometimes, how young he actually is. I mean to me, he's just...Kurt. Our Kurt."
"My Kurt," he corrects as he snags a piece of bacon off the tray.
"No darling," she smiles with a tap to his hand. "Very much ours."
"Very much his own person," Mike says as he walks into the kitchen and rolls his eyes fondly at them both. "Poor guy. If he could hear you two..."
"I can hear them," Kurt announces.
Blaine raises one eyebrow at the sight of Kurt still in his pajamas and with his hair still tousled- a sure sign of how comfortable he now feels around the Anderson's, as is the way in which he immediately wraps his arms around Blaine's waist and kisses his lips.
"Good morning handsome," he grins.
"Good morning Kurt," Mike replies from behind him, making him laugh and duck his head onto Blaine's shoulder.
"Yeah, I guess I walked into that one."
"You did darling," Sara chuckles. "Mike likes to think he's funny. Just indulge him. Breakfast is ready."
They lounge around, watching tv and chatting until Sara moves to the kitchen, followed by Kurt- which she was expecting- and also Blaine, which she was not.
"You normally watch the game with your dad," she comments as Kurt sets to work on the pile of potatoes.
"I know, but I want to be wherever Kurt is," he says as he nuzzles against his neck from behind.
"Kurt will be in the emergency room if you don't leave him alone," Sara says as she drags him away. "If you want to help then fine. These carrots won't peel themselves."
Side by side, Blaine and Kurt share cute, flirtatious glances at one another as they work, nudging each other playfully as Blaine shoves a piece of carrot into Kurt's mouth. "Love you," he whispers into his ear before kissing his jaw as he munches.
"Love you too," Kurt beams back as he swallows. "You're my favorite boyfriend."
"I'm your only boyfriend. Ever," Blaine says with a nod, and more than a hint of pride at being Kurt's one and only.
"And that's why you're my favorite."
"Kurt, can you open the door for Carole please?" Sara asks, "she's laden down with dishes."
"I didn't hear the bell," Blaine says in confusion.
Holding one finger up, Sara smiles as the doorbell rings loudly. "There."
Kurt shakes his head, laughing in disbelief as he goes into the hall and Blaine returns to the vegetables.
"You know darling, I don't think he'd mind one bit," Sara whispers conspiratorially as she leans against the counter.
"What? What are you talking about?"
"Kurt. I don't think he'd mind a proposal at all. In fact, I think he'd be quite delighted."
They are interrupted then by the loud presence of Burt and Carole, followed by Wes and Santana, but that doesn't stop Blaine from entering into his own thoughtful reviere from which he only stirs when Burt booms in his face, wanting to know why he's not watching the game.
"Huh? Oh...um...Kurt," he manages to stutter out.
"Kurt!" Blaine calls across the kitchen. "Why won't you let Blaine watch the game?"
"He can watch the game," Kurt replies calmly. "Blaine, do you want to?"
"No, I want to watch you," he grins.
"Honestly." Santana rolls her eyes. "Burt, I think I'll watch the game. Better than watching this display," she huffs with fond affection.
"Why are you staring at me?" Kurt whispers as they sit down to dinner.
"Huh? I'm not. Am I?" Blaine asks.
"You really are," Carole says quietly from his other side."but that's okay. He is kinda cute."
"Can we go with devastatingly handsome?" Kurt huffs indignantly.
"We sure can." Finding Kurt's hand under the table, Blaine squeezes, running his thumb over his palm. "Am I creepy?"
"No," Kurt reassures. "You just seem to keep looking at me in a very thoughtful manner, that's all. You okay?"
"I'm more than okay," Blaine beams.
He manages to tear his eyes away from Kurt to eat- mainly because he knows that watching Kurt eat, his mannerisms and inflections, the way his mouth moves or his throat works as he swallows, makes him have the most almighty sexual stirrings and he's not sure he would be able to keep himself under control. So he keeps his eyes trained on the plate until long after dessert, when they're all stuffed full and lounging back in their chairs with coffee.
"Come on then," Mike smiles. "Who's thankful for what? Lets go around the table. I'm thankful for the game result, and the weather forecast which tells me this weekend is going to be good for fishing. Sara?"
"Lovely, darling. I'm thankful for our extended family. Wesley, Santana, I'm so happy you could join us this year."
"Thank you," Santana says sincerely. "I'm thankful for you," she smiles. "I was gonna say Blaine, but you know what? You cooked the most amazing Thanksgiving dinner, and all the good traits Blaine has? He got them from you. So yeah...I'm thankful for you being such an awesome person. Wes?"
"Creep," he mutters as Sara hugs Santana warmly. "I'm thankful Kurt and Blaine made it back for the holiday. I've missed you guys. Papa Burt?"
Side eyeing Wes, Burt clears his throat. "Well... This is the third Thanksgiving we have spent together," he says to the Anderson's. "And it always makes me think how thankful I am that Kurt and Blaine met, because they brought two families together."
"And I'm thankful that Finn and Rachel went to the Berry's this year," Carole jokes. "More food for everyone else. No really, I'm thankful that all our beloved offspring seem so happy. It's nice to have no drama for a change. Your turn Blaine."
"I'm thankful for family," Blaine starts, "and I include Santana and Wes in that too of course. But uh..." Pausing, he rubs the back of his neck in an endearing, nervous mannerism which Kurt hasn't seen present for some time. "This year, what I'm most thankful for above anything, is Kurt." He turns in his chair to take Kurt's hands in his and look into his eyes.
"Thank you for loving me so completely. A few months back I nearly lost all this and I'm so glad we managed to work through everything. You will never know how happy it makes me to come home to you. How my heart races each time I climb the stairs and unlock our front door. A small thrill goes through me every time, knowing you're there waiting for me, or that I'm going inside to wait for you to come bursting though the door, slightly breathless and with that beautiful smile playing on your face. You can be doing something really mundane- watching tv or studying and yet your grace and beauty takes my breath away every time. Thank you for sharing your life with me Kurt, for holding me close at night, for knowing how to comfort and reassure me when I need it, for knowing how to support me and how to make me smile. Thank you for being you. I love you."
An expectant hush has fallen over the room but Kurt is oblivious as he stares at Blaine, his eyes shimmering with tears. Santana and Wes look to each other, then back to the couple before Wes speaks.
"Have you finished?"
"Yeah," Blaine breathes, eyes still focused on Kurt.
"Damnit," he says, slipping Santana a twenty across the table. "Totally thought he was gonna propose," he says to Mike by way of explanation.
Blaine laughs quietly, looking down into his lap with a shy smile before he looks back to Kurt who leans forward and kisses him tenderly, their hands still joined. "I'm so thankful for you," he says, voice barely above a whisper and oblivious to the way in which the rest of the family strain to hear.
"Blaine, I'm thankful for the way you care for me. You look after me so well," he smiles softly as his hand reaches out and he trails his fingers over Blaine's jaw line. "You make me feel so wanted, so loved and cherished. The way you make sure to slip a muffin in my bag if you know I haven't had time to eat. The little love notes I find slipped inside my text books, so when I sit down to history of Jacobean theatre, feeling despondent and desperate to be home, your handwriting is there, cheering me up and reminding me that you think the world of me. I love that when I trudge wearily through the door on a Thursday, you always have a hot bath waiting for me because you know I've had double dance and that I'm aching all over. You always remember to wake me extra early on a Monday because I have vocal class before school- even if you don't need to be up for anything yourself. I love- ahem- I love the way you wake me up," he blushes deeply before pressing their foreheads together. "I love that for the rest of my life, these lips are mine to kiss. I love you so much, old man."
"You too, gorgeous boy."
Their kiss is chaste, yet full of promise and love as their lips meet and they pull away almost as quickly, breathless with exhilaration and eyes blown wide.
"Is that it?" Santana asks.
"I'm done," Kurt says, ducking his head onto Blaine's shoulder who automatically kisses into his hair.
"Damn." She slides the twenty back to Wes who pockets it and grins smugly. "Thought Hummel was going to do it," she says to Sara.
"I think Kurt and I are going to take a walk," Blaine announces suddenly, standing and offering Kurt his hand.
"We are?"
"We are."
Once outside, wrapped in their coats and scarves and trudging along the chilly streets, Blaine finally brings himself to speak, breath puffing out in little clouds. "I'm sorry for letting you down."
"What?" Kurt stops and turns Blaine to face him, eyes searching. "What are you talking about? You haven't let me down. You've made me cry with your heartfelt expression of love. Blaine...what you said at the table was beautiful."
"But I didn't propose."
"Were you planning on it?"
"Um...no," Blaine says as he stares at his feet.
"Then who have you let down? Not me, that's for sure. Blaine... I wasn't expecting you to propose. Who cares what Santana and Wes thought? We know what our future holds, and that's more than enough for me."
"Sure?"
"Positive," Kurt says firmly. "Please don't think you let me down. You did quite the opposite."
"You like the little notes?" Blaine asks with a small smile.
"I love the notes," Kurt corrects.
"I thought they might be annoying."
"They're beautiful. Just like you."
They stand there, on the corner of Lakeland drive and Spring Road, oblivious to it all as they kiss one another as if their lives depended on it, Blaine holding Kurt's face in his hands as Kurt fists his hands tight into Blaine's jacket... And Blaine reaches a decision.