"Are you sure you're okay?" Blaine asks for the third time, wincing when he hears Kurt huff in agitation on the other end of the line.
"Yes! For goodness sake, Blaine. It's been three days. That's all. Three days. I haven't burned the apartment down, Joe's parents were lovely, his sisters look adorable but were a pain in the ass, and I solemnly swear that I have been eating and drinking as normal. Now, do you need me to detail my bathroom habits for you?"
"No," comes the sullen response. "I just worry, that's all."
"I'm a freakin adult!" Kurt yells, finally losing his patience.
"That's what you think this is?" Blaine asks. "Your age? Kurt, I don't worry about you because you're young, I worry about you because you're mine. And I'm still gonna be worrying about you when you're fifty. You're perfect to me- for me- and I just...I just like to keep you that way."
"Oh."
"Oh indeed."
"Sorry."
"Don't worry about it. I'm sorry for being overbearing."
"Blaine?"
"Yes?"
"I'm not okay."
"What?"
"I lied. I'm not okay. I'm miserable. It's okay when I'm at work, or out with friends, but when I'm here, alone...I miss you like crazy. I miss being us. I miss your smiles, your little kisses, your hugs. I miss holding you in bed...god knows I miss everything about you." He draws a great, trembling breath as he sits heavily on the bed.
"Oh Kurt," Blaine sighs heavily. "It's okay to admit it," he says softly. "You wanna take this to skype?"
"No," Kurt sniffs tearfully. "Cause then I'll see your face and I'll really lose it," he says as he fumbles for a tissue. "Is that okay?"
"Sure. When does your dad arrive?"
"Tomorrow, after I finish work."
"Well that's something, eh? He'll cheer you up, and keep you busy."
"Yeah," Kurt's voice brightens at the prospect. "It's just weird. I've never lived on my own, and the place is so empty without you here."
"I miss you too, you know," Blaine reassures. "You want me to sing for you before you go to sleep?"
"Yes please," Kurt says as he slides under the covers. "I think I'd like that a lot."
Burt Hummel arrives the next day, complete with an enormous care package from Carole, containing cookies and cakes which they happily devour most of while catching up with each others news.
"So, you looked at any wedding venues yet?" Burt asks with a spray of crumbs.
"No," Kurt pouts. "We've been too busy. But we'll have to start soon- all the good places will be booked otherwise. It's less than two years away."
"Quite," Burt says, raising an eyebrow before reaching for another cookie.
"Dad?"
"Hmm?"
"Would you...would you be my best man?"
"Me?" Burt asks in shock as he drops his cookie.
"You. We're having a best man and maid of honor each. Blaine picked Wes and Santana, and I'm gonna ask Rachel when my eardrums are up to it. But...I'd really like it if you'd be there, right by my side because...well because you're the best man I know."
"What about Blaine?"
"Blaine is excluded from the conversation for reasons of...well, for reasons," he smiles before turning serious. "I don't want to be given away," he explains. "For starters, I'm not a bride and secondly, because I'm not anyones to give, or be given to. I give myself to Blaine, willingly."
"Steady."
"You turned that into something else, not me," Kurt laughs. "Seriously dad, will you do it?"
"I'd be honored," Burt laughs as he climbs from his stool and hugs him tight. "Wanna know something, buddy? You're the best kid anyone could have ever wished for. I'm so glad you're happy with Blaine."
"Thank you," Kurt says as he swallows the lump in his throat. "Wanna talk color schemes? I have a binder."
"I can't think of anything better," Burt smiles.
Time with his dad makes Kurt happy, and it shows in the cute, flirty text messages he sends to Blaine, constantly reminding him of how much he is loved and missed, but also reassuring him that his dark cloud has lifted and he is feeling much brighter. Of course, their time together goes all too quickly and before long, Kurt is standing on the sidewalk waving a teary goodbye to Burt once more, but he's no sooner inside and his intercom buzzes and he trudges wearily to answer it.
"How many times? It's fifteen D that orders the pizza, this is fifteen C."
"It's me," comes the rather confused voice of Joe on the other end.
"Oh. Come on up."
Kurt pulls open the door to be met by an enormous bouquet of flowers. "From one Mr. Anderson, with love."
"What?"
"Blaine called," Joe explains as he appears from behind the flowers. "He said you'd be feeling down because your dad had left and asked if I'd take you some flowers."
"That's..."
"That's incredibly cute," Joe says with a pointed look as he barges past him and into the apartment. "So don't you even dare moan."
"I wasn't going to."
"Good. I was going to call you and see if you wanted to go out tonight anyway, but when Blaine said you'd most likely be upset, I thought I'd come sleep here instead."
"You're staying?"
"I am. We, my friend, are having a sleepover."
"Cool," Kurt says as he takes the flowers and heads to the kitchen. "You're not sharing my bed though, you can go in the guest room."
"Oh don't you worry, I will," Joe teases. "Now. I've never been friends with a gay guy before, so I wasn't really sure what to bring to cheer you up," he rambles as he dumps his backpack on the table. "So forgive me if I've been hideously stereotypical. I did stop short of bringing facepacks."
"See, this is why I like you," Kurt laughs as he takes two cans of soda from the fridge. "You just say it as it is. You've never had a gay friend, and yet you just accept me and Blaine as if we're no different."
"Well you're not," Joe says with a confused frown. "Except you dress like you're ready for a vogue cover shoot and Blaine dresses like he's ninety."
"He does not!" Kurt laughs.
"He does. Anyway. I have ice cream," he says brightly as he tosses the tub to Kurt. "And popcorn and movies. But I know how much you moaned about Die Hard, so I raided Holly's room."
"Hasn't she gone home for the summer?"
"Yes, but she left a key. Bridget Jones?"
"I hate Bridget Jones."
"Oh thank god," Joe says happily as he stuffs it back in his bag. "Grease?"
"I've had enough of that this summer."
"Me too. Moulin Rouge?"
"I could get on board with that," Kurt smiles.
Later that evening, when they have stuffed themselves full of popcorn and ice cream, and both are dressed in their matching spiderman pajamas, Kurt introduces Joe to 'Bridezilla.'
"This is the gayest show I have ever seen," he says in amazement.
"How can you say that? They're all hetro couples that are getting married."
"That makes no difference. It's the gayest of the gay, gay, gay. I love it."
Kurt laughs loudly, reaching across for his phone as it starts to ring.
"Hey old man."
"Good evening, gorgeous boy. I take it Joe arrived?"
"He did. We're currently being gay together."
"Umm...Okay. Right. well, as it's Joe I guess that's allowed," he teases.
"Thank you," Kurt laughs. "And thank you for the flowers. How are you? Did you have a good day?"
"It was okay. Same old stuff really."
"Blaine?" Kurt picks up on the upset in his voice right away, taking the call into the bedroom. "What's up?"
"Nothing, I just...I guess it's my turn to be really missing you," he sighs. "I was really busy when I first got here, then Wes came for the night and now I'm just kinda...feeling lonely."
"Oh baby," Kurt pouts. "I miss you too."
"I wish I could be there with you. I need you to make me feel good."
"Well given that Joe is sitting on our couch, I'd say that would be slightly inappropriate," he jokes. "But when you get back I promise we will lock that front door and not emerge in public again until we're both thoroughly satisfied."
"I miss you in other ways too, you know," Blaine says sincerely. "Not just that. Although your body is...phwoar. To die for."
"Four more days."
"I know," Blaine says with a strangled moan.
"Blaine, honey, not now, okay?"
"Okay," he says with a reluctant sigh. "Sorry."
"Will you call me later to sing to me?"
"Of course."
The next night when Blaine calls, Kurt immediately begins with an apology. "I am so sorry," he gushes. "I fell asleep on Joe. I woke up on the couch at three to find he'd gone to bed and I figured you wouldn't appreciate me calling you. Then we were nearly late for work this morning so I didn't have time, and I've been trying you since but you were obviously in the studio."
"Kurt, it's okay," Blaine laughs. "I'm just glad you had fun with Joe. Really, it's no big deal."
"But I don't think I was very kind to you. You were upset and I was just really...dismissive. I'm so sorry."
"Kurt, honestly, it's fine."
"You sure?"
"I'm sure. How are you?"
"I'm okay. counting down the days...hours..."
"Me too," Blaine smiles. "Tell me what you're doing, right now."
"Um, okay. Well I've just had a bath, and I was gonna put my pajamas on before I read for a while then go to sleep. It's the height of excitement, I tell you," he laughs.
"Were going to...that means you haven't," Blaine smiles as he holds the phone a little tighter. "So...what are you wearing now?"
"Um..a towel?" Kurt says in confusion. "It's around my hips."
"Where are you?"
"On the bed. My phone was on the nightstand you see, so I..."
"Kurt, touch yourself for me."
"Pardon?"
"Touch yourself. Make yourself hard."
"Blaine," Kurt laughs nervously. "Really."
"We've done this before."
"I..I know I just feel a bit...embarrassed."
"It's just me,Kurt," Blaine coaxes. "We indulge in some type of sexual activity most days, unless I'm depressed and things don't work," he laughs self-deprecatingly. "Why are you suddenly shy?"
"I feel...I don't know...a little exposed, I guess."
"Okay," Blaine says sweetly. "We don't have to. I'm sorry."
"No! No, you misunderstand me. I want to... Like, I really, really want to."
"Oh." Blaine clears his throat down the line- his turn to feel a little awkward. "Um... Okay, I have an idea. Let's both turn out our lights and climb under the covers."
A short burst of activity ensues, including Blaine cursing loudly when he stubs his toe on the corner of the bed, which has Kurt laughing.
"It's not funny," he huffs. "Why can't they have a lighting remote like we do?"
"Because we're classy, and clearly the hotel you're staying in isn't."
"How do you feel now?"
"Better," Kurt says with a small smile. "But not ready to...to..."
"Let me listen to you jerking off?"
"Yeah. That. Not ready for that...yet."
"You can say it."
"I know, it just feels weird. I'm so used to having you here with me. It's easier to say all that stuff when we're in the throes of passion."
"I know...but that doesn't mean you don't think about it," Blaine explains patiently. "You often initiate things, or send me flirtatious texts."
"Oh I think about it all the time," Kurt says, which makes Blaine chuckle softly. "That or the wedding."
"Both perfectly acceptable ways of whiling away the time. So...tell me what you think about."
"With the color scheme I was wondering if..."
"Not the wedding, Kurt!"
"I know that," Kurt laughs loudly, relaxing as he hears Blaine's laugh too. "I was just teasing you. I think about...stuff."
"What kind of stuff?"
"Sometimes I just think about you, about how you taste, the way your skin feels under my hands, the way your body moves. The way your eyes turn almost black when we make love, and there's just this brilliant golden ring around the outside, the way your smile lights up your whole face."
"And other times?"
"No, no. That's not...no. That's just..."
"It's okay to have fantasies, Kurt. It's good, in fact."
"Do you have them?"
"Of course," Blaine says nonchalantly. "I have many a fantasy. They all involve you in one way or another. I used to fantasise about other men but since meeting you it's... Well it's not that I don't find other men attractive, because I do, but you're the one I want the most, if that makes sense."
"Can you...could you tell me some?"
"Sure. But you need to know that it is just fantasy, okay? Some of the stuff we've done but other stuff...well it's just scenarios that have...um...helped me through as it were."
"Okay," Kurt says, his voice urging Blaine to continue.
"Well one of the biggest ones for me was sex on the balcony," he says, knowing full well Kurt is smiling into the phone. "So I can tick that off. But that was so hot. I like the thrill of possibly getting caught. To be honest, I'd probably die if we did, but yeah."
"That time I sucked you off in that alley...we got caught then. You were cocky as anything."
"True," Blaine concedes. "I don't know how I'd feel if someone could actually see us fucking though."
"Oh." The noise is soft, high pitched and goes immediately to Blaine's cock as he holds the phone a little tighter.
"Kurt?"
"The way you said fucking. It just..."
"You want it rough?"
"Yeah," Kurt whimpers as he feels his cock rising. "I mean...the lovemaking is...beautiful but sometimes I just wanna get dirty."
"Oh Jesus." Blaine runs a hand over his erection, breathing in sharply through his nose.
"I'd like it if you fucked me really hard. Pinned me down and just gave it to me."
"You're killing me," Blaine chuckles. "Are you hard?"
"I'm desperate," Kurt tells him honestly.
"Get the lube and start to stroke yourself for me. But go slow to start, okay?"
Blaine takes the moan as confirmation, scooping moisturizer into his own hand and running it over himself. "Are you doing it?"
"Yes," Kurt whispers. "Tell me more, Blaine. Tell me what you want us to do."
"I want...I want you to use me, Kurt. Like really use me. I want you to fuck me and then force your cock deep into my throat. I want you to fuck my face, hard."
"Blaine...yes," Kurt groans as he ignores Blaine's instructions and starts pumping his dick frantically. "I wanna do that, and I want you to fuck me with a dildo while I'm doing it."
"Oh god...yes...fuck," Blaine cries out.
"I want you to fuck me against a wall," Kurt tells him as Blaine kicks the covers off, frantically flipping the phone to speaker so he can trail a spit slick finger over his ass. "Or maybe I'll fuck you against the patio doors, where the neighbors could catch us at any moment, looking on as you scream for my cock deep in your ass."
"Yes, fuck me Kurt. Take me! Oh God."
"Finger yourself for me."
"I am, I am," Blaine cries brokenly. "But it's not enough. I need you, baby. I need you to fuck me so hard."
"Yes Blaine...oh god yes...take it..." Kurt comes with a yell, spurting onto his stomach in hot white streaks as he listens to Blaine shouting his name as he comes too.
"Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod," Blaine chants softly as his breathing slowly returns to normal. "Kurt, you are... Too good. Jeez. Don't you ever," he pauses to laugh disbelievingly, "don't you ever play the innocent with me again, young man."
"Ha! It wasn't an act," Kurt tells him honestly. "But you have this way with words which gets me going...and then the dam bursts and all sorts of stuff emerges."
"You are so...ugh. I dunno. So hot, so cute, so beautiful, so naughty...a heady mix of the innocent and the debauched. I love it."
"Three days," Kurt says wistfully.
"I know, darling, I know."
"Blaine?"
"Hmm?"
"I enjoyed what we just did. I liked hearing about...things...you want to try, and I can't wait to try them."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah. But what I'm looking forward to the most is being in your arms again. That's what I miss more than anything, being held by you."
"Well when I walk through that door on Saturday night I promise to hug you real tight, okay?"
"Maybe a kiss too?"
"Maybe. You never know. I love you, gorgeous boy."
"You too."
Blaime trudges wearily down the hallway on Saturday night, pulling his suitcase behind him. His face brightens considerably when he sees his front door, and he unlocks it hastily, flinging it wide open.
"I'm...Jesus fucking Christ!" Blaine stops in stunned amazement at the sight before him. Spread out on the living room rug, is Kurt. Entirely naked, ass rising in the air as he fucks himself on a large purple dildo, he looks over his shoulder at Blaine, eyes wide. Porn is playing on the large tv screen but Blaine pays it no attention whatsoever as his mouth hangs open and he just stares.
"I wasn't expecting you back yet," Kurt says quietly.
"Clearly." He swallows repeatedly, and blinks rapidly but the sight remains the same. "I sent a text."
"I uh...I wasn't looking at my phone."
"Obviously not," Blaine says, arching one eyebrow.
"Could you...maybe close the door? I'm sorta...on display."
"Hmm? Oh! Right. Yes." Blaine kicks the door closed and returns to his spot, as if rooted there and incapable of anything other than staring.
"I'll just..." Kurt mutters as he makes to withdraw the toy.
"No! No. Don't...don't stop."
"Um...okay." Kurt nods and starts to move the dildo again, moaning quietly before stopping to turn back to Blaine once more. "Either join in or sit and watch, but don't just stand there with your suitcase, still in your coat and shoes."
"I...uh...Right! Yes. Oh Jesus." Blaine seems to stutter into life then, rushing fully into the living room where he sheds his clothes quickly before kneeling in front of Kurt. "Kiss me," he begs as Kurt lifts his head from the rug to look at him. "Please kiss me."
Knocked backward with the force of Kurt's embrace, Blaine devours Kurt, moaning loudly as their naked bodies press together and he feels Kurt's fingers tugging at his hair. Feeling Kurt's cock digging into his hip, Blaine reaches around to grab the toy, and immediately starts fucking it into Kurt hard.
"Fuck!" Kurt wails, digging his nails into Blaine's shoulders. "Oh yes Blaine. Give me what I need."
"Tell me what you want baby," he whispers in Kurt's ear before biting over the sensitive skin just below his ear.
"Suck me."
He's expecting to be flipped onto his back, but Blaine surprises him by turning under him, sliding along until he can take Kurt's cock in his mouth upside down. Getting the hint, Kurt bends to suck Blaine into his mouth too, and for a moment the room is silent until Blaine moves the dildo to rub Kurt's prostate and he breaks away to cry out.
"Blaine! Jesus...fuck! Oh fuck...yes!"
Nudging Kurt back with his knee, Blaine takes his cock as deep as he can, until it's hitting the back of his throat. It's too much for Kurt, the deep throating, being fucked by a dildo, and sucking Blaine's cock and he comes into the warm heat of Blaine's mouth, trembling and pulsing before his legs give out entirely and he just manages to fall onto the rug and not Blaine's face. Blaine rolls onto his side, grinning down at him before kissing him tenderly.
"I wanna watch you come," Kurt whispers against his lips. "Like you did the other day on the phone." He takes Blaine's hand and drizzles lube into his palm. "Let me watch you jerking off. Finger yourself for me, go on."
Never shy, Blaine obliges happily, kneeling up to stretch himself wide on three fingers as he strokes his cock. Kurt kisses him hard before replacing Blaine's hand with his own, drawing Blaine close against him as he whimpers into the warmth of Kurt's neck.
"Gonna come," he tells him brokenly, clutching Kurt's waist with one arm as comes to orgasm, his warm come leaking onto both their stomachs as Blaine groans happily. He kisses Kurt gently, sweetly, pulling back to grin happily at being reunited with his love once more.
"What a homecoming," he laughs.
"I've missed you so much," Kurt says, a cute little squeal in his voice which has Blaine smiling as he takes him in his arms.
"I know I promised you cuddles," he says as he turns the DVD off with the remote. "I just didn't think they'd be post coital cuddles quite so quickly." Happy and content, Blaine lies on his back with his eyes closed, his arms wrapped tight around Kurt who buries himself into his neck.
"Blaine?"
"Hmm?"
"I got your text."
"What text?" He frowns slightly, his sex-addled brain trying to work out what Kurt is talking about.
"The one that said you would be home in twenty minutes."
"Good... Hey!" Sitting upright, he looks down at Kurt who giggles like a school kid as he kicks his feet. "You planned all that?"
"Yes!" is all Kurt can screech as he laughs uncontrollably at the look of incredulity on Blaine's face.
"You... But you... I thought I'd intruded on a very private moment I..." Shaking his head as if trying to get his thought into some semblance of order, Blaine makes to speak several times over before giving in and laughing loudly. "Kurt Hummel, you will pay for this. You will pay!" he cries as he lunges on top of him and begins tickling him mercilessly.
"I didn't hear you complaining!" Kurt screams as he writhes on the rug. "Stop it! No, no, please!"
Blaine stops the tickling, catching Kurt's wrists and pinning them above his head before kissing him hard. "You are unbelievable," he smiles. "After our conversation the other day..."
"It was that which gave me the idea," Kurt says proudly. "I even bought the dildo by myself, with no help from Wes."
"You went into a shop and got it?"
"I did. Do you like it?"
"It looks...purple," Blaine finishes lamely.
"It feels fantastic," Kurt says as he wriggles out of Blaine's clutches to sit. "I can't wait to use it on you."
"Does it feel better than me?" Blaine asks with a small pout.
"Of course not! Nothing ever could. Nothing beats feeling you inside me, and nothing beats this, either," he says as he cuddles him close. "This is what I've truly been waiting for."
"Me too." Wriggling around until his head is resting on Kurt's chest, Blaine sighs contentedly. "Please tell me we can stay like this for the rest of the evening?"
"We most certainly can," Kurt agrees with a sweet kiss. "Back where we both belong."