Kurt shifts around on the bed, until he's lying on his stomach and can pull the laptop closer to him. "So," he says, resting his chin on his palm. "Tell me about your day."

"Uh-uh," Blaine laughs, shaking his head. "My day was just boring, same as every other day. I wanna hear more about yours. You met Helena Christensen and Kate Moss!" he cries, while Kurt squeals with delight. "That's like...even I know who they are! And they loved you, of course."

"They did not," Kurt chuckles, though he's actually thrilled to hear Blaine's excitement. "Kate Moss just said she liked my tie, that was all."

"I bought you that tie," Blaine says smugly.

"I know you did."

Blaine is supposed to be studying, but when the skype call had come he accepted immediately, and Kurt's excited face had lit up the entire screen, screaming about how he had met his fashion icons, and life was amazing. Blaine, sitting at the kitchen table all alone, had found himself falling more and more in love with Kurt once again, eager to listen to his happiness, and forgetting entirely about his plans to study. "I like that tie too. It's useful to pull you into a kiss."

"Hmm." Kurt grins, extremely happy and elated as he gazes at the screen. "Soon."

"Monday."

"We've done okay, haven't we?" Kurt asks, and he laughs again when Blaine wrinkles his nose, knowing what's to come.

"We have," Blaine agrees. "Apart from the two times you told me to fuck off and leave you to sleep."

"Don't curse."

"Well you did!"

"Well...I..." Kurt flounders around for an answer, but in the end all he can mange is a sheepish, "Sorry."

"Don't be. I love you in spite of your temper. Or maybe because of it, I don't know which."

"Hmm, well your mom still maintains that you love my spunk."

Blaine smirks, and carries the laptop over to the couch, where he lies down with it on his stomach. "Well...yeah. I do."

"Haha."

"You started it."

"Do I have a horny boyfriend?" Kurt asks flirtatiously, and Blaine throws his head back with a groan.

"What do you think? You've been gone for three weeks."

"How many times have you gotten yourself off while I've been gone?"

Blaine reddens, but doesn't shy away from the answer, looking Kurt right in the eye. "Once with you, once without you."

"Only once without me? I don't know whether to be impressed or worried," he admits with a laugh.

"Yeah, well..." Blaine stops and ducks his head, unwittingly making Kurt want him even more. "It kinda made me miss you more, so I..."

"Are you horny right now, Blaine?"

"I am, but I'd rather wait," he admits. "Because I'm seeing you in two days, so...if it was longer maybe, but I'd rather wait so I can...I don't know, embarrass myself by coming the second you touch me, probably."

"Well I'm pretty sure I might explode if you just look in my general direction so..."

Blaine laughs, still embarrassed, but finding this conversation far more erotic than he should. "That's...um...a hot thought," he says, and his voice holds a little hint of desperation, which has Kurt starting to take notice.

"What is?"

"Um, you. Me. Making you...yeah. Just um...I'm just thinking about when you do and….it's so hot. Like, you make these noises, and then I watch the way your whole body moves and..."

"Oh Jesus."

"I know."

"I'm so hard now," Kurt admits. "Can we?"

"I want to," Blaine admits. "But I want you to be here, and it's two days to wait, that's all. But I really want to. But I won't."

"Why?" Kurt cries. "Do you enjoy torture?"

"Well now, that's an avenue we haven't explored before," Blaine says primly, and Kurt dissolves into laughter, the heat inside of him cooling a little.

"You bastard."

"I think we should discuss the use of torture in our sex life."

"You're using it right now, by denying me the opportunity to watch you jerk off," Kurt says, and he pokes his tongue out for good measure. "Damn, Blaine, I can't wait to hold you in my arms."

"Really?"

"Yeah, and what's that all about, huh? You know, I'm horny, I'm absolutely desperate, and yeah, lots of sex is gonna be involved in our reunion, but above anything, I just can't wait to hold you. That's all I want, to feel you in my arms, to have your head resting in my neck, to feel you nuzzling against me."

"You love me."

"I do."

"And I love you."

"Two days," Kurt reminds him, his whole face lighting up with a massive grin.

"I'll be there, at the airport. Seven, right?"

"Yeah, listen, I know we said we'd skype everyday, but tomorrow is kinda..."

"That's okay," Blaine says immediately.

"But..."

"Really, it's okay. You don't know how much it means that every single day, even when you've worked fourteen, fifteen hours, you've still found time to skype with me. That's...everything, actually, because I don't think I would have gotten through it otherwise. So one day is fine. We can text, anyway, and I'll see you at JFK in less than forty eight hours."

"Oh my god," Kurt gasps, as the reality hits him. He's coming home to Blaine. London has been all he could have hoped for and more; an amazing experience in a beautiful city. Hard work, definitely, and tough, but so much fun. Even so, to know he's coming home to the love of his life...well, there's nothing to compare to that feeling at all. "I love you, Blaine."

"I love you too," Blaine says, blowing a kiss at the screen. "Stay safe."

Waking up Sunday, the first thing Blaine does is call his mom. Since New Year, he has tried his hardest to keep up the contact, and though things are still sporadic from her end, their relationship is much improved. Angie kept her word, and opened up an online savings account in her name, and gave Blaine all the details he needed to be able to check the balance and pay into it whenever he wanted. The fact that Blaine had put this trust in her was huge to Angie, and in return, the level of honesty and openness she had shown Blaine in providing details to the account, had also been a big step for both of them.

He often calls early on Sundays, and Angie has taken to forcing herself out of bed under the guise of cooking breakfast, for a family she no longer thinks of as hers, so that when her phone does ring, she can speak with relative ease while everyone sleeps upstairs.

"Hey sweetie, so today's the day, huh?"

"Hey mom. No, not today, tomorrow. Cleaning today."

"Cleaning? Blaine, your apartment is always immaculate."

"Well...I need to make it look even better," he laughs. "So anyway, I paid into the account."

"Again? Blaine, make sure you have enough to live on."

"I do," he reassures. "But some girl in my physics elective asked me to tutor her, and she paid me for that, so I put it away, since it was extra money that I wasn't expecting."

"That's a good idea, honey," Angie says, smiling as she hears the pride in his voice. "Hey, you should do more tutoring, maybe. Advertise a bit."

"I might," he muses. "I enjoyed it, but Kayla kinda got the wrong impression, I think."

"Oh?"

"I tutored her for a test we took Friday, then yesterday, after I'd finished skyping with Kurt, she called me and asked me out."

Angie tries very hard not to laugh at the hushed, embarrassed tone to Blaine's voice, but she can picture him so clearly, his face red and his chest swelling with indignation, that she gives in and giggles.

"It's not funny!"

"Oh Blaine! It is funny. What did you say?"

"What do you think I said, yes? I said I was gay, and living with my boyfriend."

"Blaine, were you kind? Did you let her down gently?"

"Yes I did," he snaps. "But that's kinda put me off the whole tutoring thing, I think."

"Well maybe tutor just guys."

"How's that gonna help?"

"Um..well, okay, so tell me how much you have now."

"Nearly five."

"Thousand?! Blaine, that's wonderful. How many kids are you planning on having?"

"I don't know," he laughs. "I'm guessing we'll start with one and see if we like it."

"You will," Angie grins. "Anyway, you might not start with one if you choose surrogacy. You might start with three of four."

"Oh god, I hope not. I don't even know what to do with a baby. I just think they're really cute."

"They are," Angie agrees, "and having a baby in your life makes you look at everything with a different perspective. It's wonderful."

"Mom."

"What?" she asks innocently.

"You know what. Don't go all dreamy on me. I told you, this is a long time off. I wanna be married, and I want us to have good careers and our own house before we even think about babies."

"I know, I know."

Blaine hears the bang of a door, being opened or closed he doesn't know, but he does know this signals the end of their conversation.

"I uh..."

"I know," Blaine sighs. "I'll talk with you soon."

"I'm sorry," Angie whispers frantically, hoping Spencer won't arrive in the kitchen just yet. "I love you, sweetie."

"Yeah," Blaine says, his voice heavy with sadness. "I love you too."

Santana arrives at lunchtime. Uninvited, of course. She still likes to appear and eat all their food before going on her way. Not that Blaine minds. Kurt tends to yell about it, but then Kurt isn't there, so Santana has made it her business to drop in whenever she can, under the guise of being hungry, but in reality she likes to check on her baby and reassure herself that he's coping okay on his own.

"I'm cleaning," he says, when he opens the door. "So if you're eating, then eat at the kitchen table and don't make crumbs."

"Why are you cleaning? This place is always pristine. Two gay men live here."

"Kurt's coming home tomorrow," he explains, as if Santana doesn't already know. "And I want it to look nice."

"Well I haven't come to eat your food, anyway. I've come to take you out."

"Huh?"

"I'm taking you out for lunch."

"Wait a minute," Blaine says warily. "Am I paying? Because if so, then there's food here, we don't have to go out, and..."

"I'm paying," she says, kissing his cheek on her way to the hall closet. "Now, here." She tosses him a jacket, then hands him a pair of shoes which he immediately swaps for a different pair.

"I really should wash the floors..."

"Shut up, Blaine. We haven't had a date in forever."

"I took you to the movies on Thursday."

"Yeah, see? That was ages ago. Let's go."

Despite his protests, Blaine loves spending time with Santana. Somehow they seem to have slipped into big sister, little brother roles, and as neither has any siblings of their own, that suits them both perfectly well. Over lunch, he confides in her about his worries for his mom, and how much he wishes she would leave Spencer and move away, but Santana repeatedly tells him he can't force the issue.

"Do you think he hits her?" she asks.

"No. I think we have a good enough relationship now, that she would tell me if that happened, but I think he's unkind to her, like mentally, and his jerk sons join in, just like they used to with me."

"That's what happened," Santana realizes, as she pours them both more water. "Guys like that always keep someone around that makes them feel better about themselves, someone they can belittle and put down. She's taken your place."

"But that's so wrong!"

"I know it is, but really, all you can do is sit and wait. The more you push her to leave him, the more determined she will become to stay, because she will want to prove to you and herself that she really didn't make this huge mistake. Do you know how hard it must be on her? To have to admit how terribly wrong she was about it all? She's getting there, Blaine, and I'm pretty sure that she will one day decide she can't do this anymore, but until that day, you just have to sit tight."

"But what if that day doesn't come?" Blaine counters. "What if he does hit her? What if she tries to leave and he won't let her, because his control over her has become too strong? What if she spends her whole life thinking she can't leave because she has nowhere to go?"

"I don't think that's what she thinks, and I think she's stronger than you give her credit for," Santana says firmly. "That's not to say he wouldn't try and get her back if she left, of course, and that would be the time that you and Kurt would need to be there, to remind her of how her life used to be, and all that she can have away from him. That'll be what makes her mind up, you know. You."

"Me? But you just told me not to pressure her."

"No, you shouldn't. You just need to carry on exactly as you are now; calling her, telling her little bits of your everyday life, as well as bigger stuff... think back. When she first married him, she tried to pretend everything was a-okay. Then gradually, that changed into convincing herself that you were the problem, which then slowly morphed into her admitting she did know how things were, but she didn't know what to do about it. Now she calls you, sneaks away for visits, hell, she came running when you and Kurt had that major fight. She really is getting there, Blaine, and one day soon she will wake up and realize that she wants this everyday. She wants to be able to call you freely, and visit at will. Trust me, it'll be you that sways her, just by being you."

Blaine ducks his head, fiddling with his fork as he speaks quietly. "I'm not really anything to be swayed by."

"Are you kidding?" Santana booms. "You're fucking glorious, you idiot. You're sweet, kind, caring, funny...and you're all pretty too, which helps. Blaine, you're amazing. Burt, me, your mom, and most of all, Kurt, all love you and want to be a part of your life, because you're you. Hell, you tamed Kurt Hummel, boy, that alone must put you up there with...I don't know, Obama, probably, and Harry Potter."

Blaine can't help but smile, and he looks up and takes her hand. "Thank you. I hope you're right. About mom, I mean."

"I'm always right."

"I love you."

"Aw, baby boy! Momma loves you too."

"Don't," he warns, but he does smile and kiss the back of her hand. "I really should get home and wash my floors."

"So, I won't call you," Santana says, when Blaine walks her home. "Because you'll be riding Kurt well into the middle of next week, but if I haven't heard from you by Friday, I will be arriving on your doorstep, okay?"

"Okay."

"Now don't forget to eat."

"We just had lunch!"

"I mean tonight," Santana laughs, rolling her eyes. "I know you. You'll start reading some god awful book about the combustion engine or something, and next thing you'll wake up tomorrow morning still on the couch, and holding the book."

"Okay," he groans. "I'll eat, I promise."

"Good. Okay, go wash your perfectly clean floors, and enjoy your epic reunion with Kurt."

"Thank you," Blaine grins, and then he's off down the street with a spring in his step, because his boyfriend arrives home tomorrow.

He washes his floors, and feels much better for having done so, then settles down on the couch to read up on aerospace engineering. With his earbuds in, he doesn't hear the key in the lock, just the loud slam of the door, and he whirls around on the couch in a panic.

Kurt stands there, suitcase by his side and bag at his feet. He looks immaculate, and not at all like he has just stepped off a plane after a seven hour flight. His blue jeans are stupidly tight, his white and blue shirt tucked in, with a pale blue cravat at his neck. His jacket is new, navy blue with some kind of floral print that should look awful, but on him looks divine. Still, Blaine doesn't care about any of that, just Kurt's beautiful face, smiling at him.

"What are you...?" he starts, getting to his feet and taking out his earbuds. "You...you're...I... but...tomorrow..."

"I've always been coming home today," Kurt grins. "I just wanted to see that look on your face," he says, pointing at Blaine. "It was worth it."

"You're home," Blaine whispers, breaking out into a huge grin.

"I'm home."

"YES!" Blaine yells, then jumps over the back of the couch and slams into Kurt, picking him up and hugging him tight. "You're...oh Kurt..." Their lips find each other, claiming one another over and over again, until Blaine breaks away with a gasp. "You're home," he says again, nuzzling his face into his cheek, and making Kurt growl softly in pleasure. "My tiger. How I love you."

"I love you too, now kiss me again," Kurt tells him, so he does.

Kurt sinks into the kiss, which is slow, sensuous, and soft to start. He relishes the feel of Blaine's lips on his, moving gently, and the tip of his tongue running into Kurt's mouth.

As he frames Kurt's face with his hands, Blaine notices his shirt being untucked, the feel of Kurt's hands seeking out his skin, splaying firmly on his back, before he starts to rub small circles there. "Beautiful," Blaine murmurs, his lips still ghosting over Kurt's. "You are so beautiful."

"More," Kurt quietly demands, and this time Blaine kisses harder, pulling him tight against him and taking control, his hands moving slightly to Kurt's hair, where he tugs hard, loving the way Kurt growls again in his throat. Breaking apart, Blaine trails his lips along Kurt's jaw and down his neck, his fingers making light work of the cravat and pulling it free. He nips, scrapes, and bites at the soft flesh there, as Kurt throws his head back, tangling his fingers through Blaine's curls.

"Oh yes," he cries, at the feel of Blaine marking him. "Blaine..."

"Yeah?"

"Don't stop."

Blaine moves back up, kissing his lips quickly. "But you..."

"Need you."

"Oh fu...gosh," he moans, then crushes Kurt against his chest, pulling him into a fierce and desperate kiss.

Kurt seems to strip Blaine's sweater from his chest in record time, and not content with just smoothing his hands over his skin, he kisses all over as he slowly moves lower, until he can follow that trail of dark hair down, unfastening his pants and pulling them down, leaving Blaine in just a pair of light gray briefs, with a small damp spot appearing on the fabric. Kurt mouths over his hardness, but Blaine tugs him upright again, needing to touch and taste Kurt for himself.

He still can't quite believe that just five minutes after Kurt walking through the front door, he now has him pinned against it, his hand finding its way into those sinfully tight jeans, to cup him and squeeze lightly, before pushing them to the floor so he can grind against him. He could finish them both off now, he knows, just by keeping this up, but he also wants and needs more, and so does Kurt, if the rather loud, "I need to feel you inside me" is anything to go by.

"Wait there," Blaine whispers, kissing him one more time before running into the bedroom and returning with lube.

He is back in seconds, his arms encircling Kurt's waist from behind, as he gently kisses his shoulder. He lowers both of their underwear, and just spends a moment pressed against him, taking in the feel of skin on skin contact after so long. Kurt reaches up, one hand winding around the back of Blaine's neck, the other locking over Blaine's hand, which slowly moves lower, teasing gently over Kurt's skin, until he huffs his frustration and wraps it around his cock, making Blaine laugh against his neck.

"Fuck me, boy," Kurt growls, and this spurs Blaine into action.

He pours lube into one hand, then throws the bottle down at his feet. A firm hand on Kurt's back guides him until he's leaning forward, his hands firmly planted on the back of the front door, feet splayed. He knows he's loud from the first feel of Blaine's fingers, but when he's stretched and ready, and when Blaine takes him by the hips and drives in hard, he gives up even attempting to quiet his mouth or hold his cursing, and really lets go.

"Fucking yes! Come on Blaine, gimme what I need! Fuck me, oh, fuck me!"

Outside, on his way to say goodnight to Loic, Brian comes merrily down the stairs to give a knock on Blaine's door, as he's taken to doing every evening, just to say hello. He stops three steps from the bottom, at the unmistakable sound of Kurt's voice, raises an eyebrow, then quickly scurries down the other two flights, laughing to himself, and deciding he might as well tell Loic all about it, given that he won't remember any of it the next day anyway.

"Oh god, oh Kurt," Blaine pants. He's not sure he can go much harder, or for much longer, but he's determined to make this last as long as he can. Sweat pours down his forehead, neck and chest, but he grips Kurt's hips even harder, and picks up his pace once more. "Fuck. Just...fuck."

"So good!" Kurt cries, lifting his head momentarily. One look back over his shoulder at his boyfriend has him nearly losing it altogether, because Blaine looks more wildly possessed with lust than he's ever seen him in all their time together. His bottom lip is swollen, tugged between his teeth. His hair is...well, huge, and in complete disarray, the muscles in his arms move deliciously as he holds Kurt, and his sweaty chest heaves with desire. He's looking down, watching himself entering Kurt over and over, but suddenly he becomes aware of Kurt looking at him, and lifts his head, smiling in a manner that is so at odds with this wild animal currently pounding his boyfriend against the front door, that Kurt has to take a moment.

"I love you," Blaine gasps, and then he's back to it, leaning forward and driving deeper, as he reaches around with one hand to work over Kurt's cock, who drops his own head to watch.

"Oh fucking fuck, Blaine, gonna come. Gonna come so damn hard..."

"I washed the floor," is all Blaine can manage, before Kurt clenches hard around him and spills, splashing down onto the sparkling clean hardwood below, but somehow Blaine fails to care when his own orgasm hits at the feel of Kurt's, and he falls forward onto his back to empty inside of him. "Oh god, oh god, oh...oh..."

They are silent apart from heavy, labored breathing, and the occasional soft kiss that Blaine gives to Kurt's back and shoulders, and then he seems to come to a little bit more. "I fucked you against the front door," he says weakly, and Kurt sniggers beneath him. "I was supposed to say welcome home, let me take your coat, make you some tea, but I didn't. I just fucked you against the front door."

Kurt laughs louder still, and straightens up as Blaine does, spinning around in his arms until they're nose to nose. "I love you so damn much," he whispers against his lips. "Marry me."

"I'm so sorry," Blaine continues, completely horrified, and not listening at all to what Kurt has just said. "That was so...out of line. So wrong. I'm really sorry. I didn't even take you to bed, I just..."

"You just gave us both exactly what we wanted and needed," Kurt points out, deciding that now might not be the best moment to reissue his spur of the moment proposal. "It was epic and amazing, and now I'm home...and later, we can do it all again."

"Against the door?"

"Anywhere you choose."

"You're really home," Blaine grins, as if he's only just realized. "You came back to me, my beautiful fashionista boyfriend. You're in my arms."

"Exactly where I belong," Kurt smiles, before kissing his beautiful, prim, proper, and utterly debauched boyfriend, just because he can.

"You make me wild," Blaine admits, kissing into his favorite spot just under Kurt's ear. "That's what you do to me, you make me want to rip your clothes off the second you're through that door, tea be damned."

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

"Hmm." Blaine grins against his skin, making Kurt tingle all over at the very feel of it. "I don't think it is, actually."

"You know, I could use a shower," Kurt says flirtatiously, with a bite to Blaine's shoulder. "Care to join me?"

"Um..."

Kurt sees Blaine's eyes flick over his shoulder, and bending down, he quickly snatches up his underwear and wipes up his mess. "Don't you even think about washing that floor," he snaps, turning and steering him toward the bathroom, leaving everything else exactly where it had landed.

"Okay," Blaine laughs, holding his hands up. "But don't you think you should call dad, let him know you're home?"

"No, he's expecting me home tomorrow too. Everyone is. This is your surprise and yours only. I think we should take a shower, order pizza, and eat it in bed until we're ready for round two," Kurt declares, and Blaine spins suddenly, scooping Kurt into his arms, and kissing him soundly on the mouth when he shrieks.

"Only if this time, I can ride you."

Kurt throws his head back and laughs loudly, hugging Blaine tight around the neck. "Well then, my darling boyfriend, you have yourself a deal."