A/N: Thank you for all my reads! Love you all. Thanks to all who have favorited this story and me. I hope you enjoy this part of my epic Klaine love story.

Warning - a bunch of hot steamy stuff in this chapter.

I don't own the characters, just the story..

Chapter 3

"Hi baby!" Blaine called as he entered the apartment. No response. "Kurt?" Blaine looked around and found no sign of his husband. "Prince Charming is home baby!" Blaine started to become a bit disappointed until he heard a noise come from the bedroom. As he moved down the hall toward the bedroom, he started hearing music. It was music coming from the bedroom. Kurt must've been organizing his closet as Blaine often found him. "Kurt baby!" Blaine said smiling broadly as he entered the bedroom haphazardly throwing the door open.

What he saw was not what he expected. Kurt was on the bed naked with his fingers in his ass. He was hard and panting with his eyes closed. Blaine dropped his messenger on the floor while his body reacted to the gorgeous site of Kurt spread out on the bed, legs spread and bent with his knees up, cock hard against his belly and fingers massaging him inside and out. "Thank God your home Blaine." His eyes opened to Blaine and focused on his eyes. Kurt wanted to excite his husband and knew he accomplished it. "I thought I was going to come before you got here and that would completely ruin it." Kurt smiled innocently. "Uhhnng. Will you help me out here baby?" Kurt begged.

Blaine's pants were far too tight for just walking in the door. That's what happens when your significant other is found fingering themselves on your bed for you. Blaine's smiled dopily and stripped his shirt off. "Keep going, but don't come yet."

"I won't. I want you inside me when I come. I want you pounding me hard when I come. I want that gorgeous cock filling me.. Oh God." Kurt had to pause his fingers. Kurt shut his eyes tight thinking of anything that would cause him to stop for a while. Boobs. Ahh.. That did it. More boobs. Perfect. He knew he could wait now.

Blaine stripped off his pants and stroked himself a few times as he watched Kurt trying to focus hard on, he suspected, something that would turn him off. Kneeling on the bed, he took Kurt's hand gently and removed his fingers from his ass. Blaine wasted no time slicking his cock up with lube and pushing in until he was completely inside Kurt. Kurt moaned at the site of Blaine. It never ceased to amaze him how beautiful Blaine was. He hadn't shaved this morning so his shadow was becoming thicker by the hour. He pulled Blaine down by the neck so that he could finally kiss the lips that he was thinking about, touch the soft curls and suck on his pretty pink tongue. "I love you." Blaine murmured while kissing Kurt hard on the mouth. His tongue invading Kurt's and licking inside as if everything about that mouth belonged to him, because it did. He didn't move his hips at all as he kissed Kurt deeply. It wasn't until Kurt whimpered with need that Blaine started to move his hips slowly.

"Fuck.. You feel so good." Kurt arched his back off of the bed. Blaine's lips found his nipples and he grazed his teeth over them gently before sucking on the small nub and licking it with his tongue. Kurt was writhing beneath him. He looked wrecked and pitiful, but only because he looked like he wanted to come so badly. "Fuck me Blaine. Fuck me ha-ard."

Blaine thrust his hips forward hard as their skin met with a dry slapping sound. "Like that baby?" He pulled almost all the way out.

"Fuck yes. M-more like th-that." Kurt stuttered as Blaine thrust harshly into him a few more times.

Blaine knew how to fuck Kurt. He knew how to fuck Kurt the way he wanted when he wanted it. Blaine personally liked making love to Kurt, but there were these perfect primal times when Kurt succumbed to basic need. The basic need to be fucked until he couldn't think any longer. Blaine started off slow, pulling out until only the tip was inside and thrusting swiftly and harshly back. He jolted Kurt up the bed a few inches with the slow thrusts forward eking out as much as he could swiveling his hips as much as he could to dive as deep as he could.

Kurt pushed his legs onto Blaine's shoulders making sure that Blaine was inside him as deep as he could possibly be. His hands wandered the expanse of Blaine's chest until he wrapped his hands around his waist pulling him forward as Blaine did the work. "You're gorgeous Kurt. I can't believe….." He stopped because he started thrusting faster into that tight hot heat. Blaine moaned as he tumbled closer and closer. Kurt's head jolted higher and higher on the bed as each slap of skin signified an inch closer to the top of the bed.

Kurt reached his hands just over his head to hold the rungs of the headboard and it gave him the perfect leverage he needed to meet Blaine's thrusts. Kurt was fucking himself on Blaine's cock while Blaine moved in perfect opposition. They met over and over again, moaning and loving in the purest and most import basic way. They were connected at the most intimate level. Blaine wanted to see Kurt fall apart. His hips relentless now, as he moved faster and faster. He held Kurt's legs on his shoulders as he thrust deep and purposefully. He was looking for Kurt's prostate as he angled a little differently every other thrust.

"Oh God, Blaine. Right there, baby…. Right there." Kurt moaned wantonly as he held on for dear life.

Blaine knew he found the spot so he started to angle the same way every time. It was intense for both of them. Kurt screaming like he wanted nothing else in life than for Blaine to fuck him like this all the time. Blaine wanting to fuck him like this all the time just so he could see Kurt wrecked and screaming his name and only his name because truly, Blaine was the only one that could turn Kurt into this big pile of mush. Blaine leaned down to lick a stripe along Kurt's jawline before covering Kurt's mouth with his and kissing him deeply. He moved to the shell of Kurt's ear whispering, "You're so fucking hot like this. You could fuck like this all day, couldn't you? You want my dick inside you forever don't you? You love it. I love you. I want you all the time, so bad. Twenty-four seven. I could fuck you all day and night Kurt because you're so hot for me. Your ass is perfect. It was made for me to fuck it." And that was all it took. Blaine was talking so dirty and Kurt was taking in every word of it. He loved every word and he wanted Blaine to fuck him all day and all night, especially if it felt this good and he continued to brush his prostate like this. "I want you to come Kurt. I'm going to fuck you while you come all over yourself and them I'm going to lick you clean because I love the way you taste. It's like you were created in my favorite flavor. And that ass of yours swallows me up and pulls me in like you own my cock. Mmmm, I like it. I like feeling your ass pull me in when you come hard. Come on baby, come for me. Come for me and swallow me up inside you. I'm going to fill you up. I'm going to fuck the come out of you."

"God Blaine!" Kurt screamed as his orgasm hit him hard. Blaine was so dirty and he wanted dirty Blaine so much. "Fuck!" He was still coming and without as much as a touch on his cock. He arched forward, his orgasm so strong and alarming. His stomach muscles straining as hard as he continued to come hard. As promised, Blaine continued to fuck him through is orgasm until his breathing became uneven and he was unable to stop his hips from stuttering. "You're so fucking hot when you're dirty." Kurt was panting as he spit the words out. "You fucked the come out of me just like you said and I loved it." Kurt's head was falling back as he felt the rush inside him. The wet heat filled his ass up.

"Kurt.. You're fucking perfect.. Fuck!" Blaine screamed out as he came hard inside Kurt, hips stuttering through his own orgasm.

He collapsed on top of Kurt, their sweat mingling and the come spreading between them as they both heaved trying to catch their breath. Blaine kissed Kurt's head and neck where his head landed on the side of Kurt's face. Kurt's hands weaved into the sweaty mess of curls on top of Blaine's head. He turned his head to the side to catch his breath. As Blaine promised, he pulled out and leaned down licking at Kurt's chest and belly. Licking up all he could find as Kurt lay there spent and dazed.

It was probably a full fifteen minutes later that Blaine stomach growled shaking them out of the post orgasmic bliss they were presently living in. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. You worked hard. It's no wonder you're hungry." Kurt continued to tangle his fingers through the curls that were completely unruly today. Soft, but unruly. "I did prepare food for us."

"Can we… Can we eat?" Blaine asked.

"If you get off of me, I'll get the tray of food." Kurt mumbled. Then his stomach growled. They both laughed.

"I guess we're both hungry." Blaine kissed Kurt and got up to get the tray for them so they could just lie in bed and eat together. "While you taste so good, you just aren't enough to fill my stomach up."

"I felt like I came so hard."

"We both did. It was unbelievable. But, we need to eat now. I'm starving." Blaine moved to Kurt's side. They stuck together. "Ouch. I think I just pulled out some chest hair." He rubbed his chest. "Let me just get a washcloth baby." Blaine left and returned with the warm cloth. He wiped his chest and proceeded to clean Kurt off. Kurt just smiled, letting Blaine clean him. He was still too exhausted to worry about moving. When his stomach grumbled again, Blaine laughed and got the tray. They sat up to start eating.

Kurt frowned with a forkful of lettuce in his hand. "So you'll have to do some afternoon research with your group?"

"Sorry." Blaine couldn't really change anything so all he could do was apologize. "I'm hoping we can get most of it done in the morning, but the girls said that we would need the evening. They've done seminars like this before, so I think they know what they're talking about."

"I know. It's such a great opportunity for you. You'll do great. I know it." Kurt pretended to not be disappointed and tried hard to focus on what this could do for Blaine. "So you have two girls in your group and one other boy?"

"Yeah." Blaine said between forks of salad. "His name is Justin. He seems nice. At first I thought he was homophobic, but we talked and he's fine. He has a girlfriend."

"That's good." Kurt hated to feel relieved because he trusted Blaine to never cheat on him. Inside he was still relieved.

Blaine put his fork down and took Kurt's hand. "I know you're disappointed, but we'll have plenty of time together Kurt. We'll be okay. We always are, right?"

Kurt wanted to be optimistic. "I love you and yes, we'll be fine because our love is so strong. I'm just going to miss you and I'll be all alone for the next month. I don't start for almost four weeks."

Blaine started eating again. He picked up his sandwich. "Why don't you head down to the school and see if there's anything that you can pick up for an internship or part-time. I don't want you working too much, but something small would be good. Our place will be done in a few weeks and we'll need your decorating expertise to make our place look as awesome as you are."

Kurt smiled and fanned himself. "I know that my talent is a full time job, but I guess if I must, I'll look for something."

Blaine giggled with Kurt falling in. "That's Kurt Hummel-Anderson. He's too good and never lets anything get him down. That's the person I love with all my heart. Plus baby, I swear it won't be every day with this research. I'll have free days." Kurt nodded along as he hoped Blaine was right.

The first week of the seminar is busy and Blaine finds himself spending a lot of time with his group. They have a lot of research to cover in the four weeks and everything he looks into starts to pile more research on. Blaine and Justin end up researching together a lot, while the girls start to put together all the information in a rough form that will allow them to create a presentation from it. They are trying to prove their theory of history, literature and its impact on political agenda and it seemed easy at first, but it turned into a lot of new information and more research.

Blaine was enjoying the learning. He was learning how to do proper research from Justin and the girls and he was really starting to get to know Dr. Stein and his group well. The first week found him less time at home and more time in the library gathering information and media to use. He texted Kurt often to check on him and knew that Kurt was feeling very lonely without him, but it couldn't be helped immediately. Maybe next week would be better.

Kurt went to Parson's and applied for a few part-time jobs, but then one day, he found an internship posted. He didn't think he could get it because it was cutting and some sewing. He hadn't even started school, but as it turned out, his advisor was the hiring designer. He decided to give it a shot. "Ms. Lavelle. I'm Kurt Hummel-Anderson."

"Hello Mr. Hummel-Anderson. That's quite a mouthful. Can we just go with Kurt?"

Kurt smiled with a tiny snicker. "Yes, of course."

"Kurt, where did you get a name that's so busy?" She asked not looking up from her computer.

"I got married in June. We decided to hyphenate."

"Maybe you should rethink that if you want your own label someday."

"Oh, I already have a name for my label picked out. My label will be called HumAn. It's a mixture of Hummel-Anderson." He continued to love the name.

"And your wife likes that idea too?"

"My husband thinks I'm brilliant, which I am." He might as well show some confidence. Ms. Lavelle was one of the toughest, but best design teachers, or so he'd heard. What did he have to lose any way? "I was hoping to talk to you about this." He laid the paper down on her desk.

"Kurt, you're really not qualified for the internship. It's for older students." She glanced at the paper, knowing full well what it was.

"I have the skill. I promise. I've been making outfits since I was six years old."

"Six? Huh?" She closed her laptop and dug into a drawer, pulling out a thick file. Kurt glanced and knew it was his applicant file. She said nothing as she opened up the pages of his portfolio and she thumbed through. She finally set the file down and crossed her hands. "So, you're the talent that the admissions group was talking about."

Kurt wanted to jump up and down like a little kid, but he wanted to portray confidence more. "I'm afraid I don't understand."

"Your interview was discussed a few times. It appears that you impressed someone here and when they shared your ideas with other teachers, we already knew that you'd be admitted." She started tapping her fingers on her desk. Then she picked up the description of the internship that Kurt laid in front of her. She read it and laid it back down. The silence was killing Kurt. He wanted to say something but opted to wait her out. "Well, Kurt, I think I could take a chance on you." She smiled.

Kurt looked up at her. "Really?"

"I think so. The internship is two to three days a week in the afternoon. It's in the fashion district." She pulled out another folder. "Here's the address. You start on Monday. One of the managing designers will tell you which days of the week you're needed. Here's the address." She handed him a piece of paper. "Here's your first shot."

Kurt rushed home hoping Blaine would be there, but he wasn't. Kurt tried not to be disappointed, opting to cook a nice dinner for the two of them when he got Blaine's text that he wouldn't be finished with his research until dinner time.

Kurt was so excited to share his news with Blaine. He set the table and lit the candles and waited. He waited and waited. Seven o'clock past, eight o'clock passed and at nine o'clock he gave up hope and gathered up a bowl of pasta and sat in front of the TV with his pajamas on. It wasn't until ten thirty that the door opened, but Kurt was already fast asleep on the couch.

Blaine walked in to see the table set with candles that were clearly blown out hours ago. He was immediately guilty and sad. Kurt must have waited. The group had lost track of time and he rushed home as soon as he realized how late it was.

Blaine tiptoed into the living room and kneeled down in front of Kurt. "Kurt?" He whispered. "Baby, I'm home."

Kurt grumbled, opening his eyes a little. When it really registered that Blaine was right in front of him, he smiled. "I missed you Blaine. I made dinner."

"I know." Blaine caressed his face. "I'm so sorry. I feel so bad about dinner. It looks like you made something really good."

Kurt muttered half asleep. "There's some in the fridge if you want some."

"I already ate. Why don't you come to bed now?" Blaine urged Kurt to get up.

"Too tired." Kurt yawned and stretched. Still half a sleep. Blaine picked Kurt up and carried him to the bedroom, laying him gently on the bed. He stripped off his clothes to his boxers before stripping Kurt to his boxers. "Blaine." Kurt was a little startled.

"I'm here baby. Let's just go to sleep."

Kurt nodded but spoke quietly and scratchy. "I got an internship. I start Monday."

Blaine grinned from ear to ear. "I knew you would baby. You're too brilliant not to be noticed."

" 'm excited." Kurt dozed back to sleep.

Blaine kissed him on the forehead whispering, "You deserve it baby."

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