a/n: Thank you to everyone still following my story. this chapter has actually been done a few days, but my parents are visiting me and it's killing my time to proofread anything.

Things are going to get started here... I love what i have planned for this story, so please bear with me and know that I have so much love for Klaine. Life is never perfect, but these two are close to it. With perfection also comes mistakes, I promise it won't be awful.

I don't own these characters, but if I did, the show would be ridiculously romantic.. OH YEAH and very sexy.. :)

Chapter 4

Blaine and Kurt were passing like ships in the night on Monday, Tuesday and Thursdays, but vowed to spend the weekends together. "This will be a good time for us to get used to all of this, Kurt." Blaine assured Kurt. "We need to commit that the weekend will always be ours, okay?"

"I have no problem with that Blaine. We both knew that we'd be busy during the school year. I want the best for you so we make the most of the time we have. I'm home on Wednesdays and all weekend. We both have all day Friday."

"Unless my group calls a special meeting." Blaine clarified. "I just don't want you to get mad. We really have to work at this. It's hard enough for newlyweds to make it work without all the stuff we have going on." Blaine pulled Kurt into his arms as they bask in the rays of sunlight peeking into their bedroom. Sunday was their lazy day. They usually lay in bed until they just couldn't anymore. "I love you so much baby." Blaine kissed Kurt languidly, yet luxuriously. "I want Sunday to last forever. I had leaving you every Monday."

"It's only been a week Blaine." Kurt laughed at the drama.

"I know and I hate leaving you on Monday." Blaine kissed Kurt's jawline moving down to his neck, then licking a line to Kurt's nipple where he circled it with his tongue. He felt Kurt's breath hitch at the feeling of his tongue. "I hate leaving you every morning." He grazed his teeth over the standing peak before circling it again with his tongue and then sucking hard.

"That's feels so good baby." Kurt's hands threaded into the messy head of curls. He tugged ever so gently at them causing Blaine to moan. He kissed and licked the other nipple offering the same attention that he had to the first one. Kurt's cock was hard against his chest. He wanted Kurt. "Been so long." Kurt sighed out.

"It's only been a few days." Blaine's voice was thick and scratchy with lust. He reached into the dresser for lube.

"Yeah, but we used to fuck every day. We're too busy to do that." Kurt had a point. In one week of seminar work their sex life had started to slow down.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, fuck me." Kurt wanted him. That was enough for Blaine. He never wanted to know a day that Kurt didn't want him. He would rather die than have Kurt reject him.

In a flash, Blaine's fingers were lubed and two were pressing into Kurt. Blaine had maneuvered to his side with Kurt on his side facing away from him. His chest was flush to Kurt's back as he spooned Kurt and fucked him with his fingers. "God, you're tight."

"Haven't had any time to do anything, I guess. I like it better when you do it for me." Kurt was already losing his mind in the overstimulation,. Blaine was there, breathing on his neck, kissing the shell of his ear, breathing into Kurt's ear. He loved it this way. He loved being surrounded by Blaine. "Fuck me Blaine." He whispered.

Blaine's fingers were gone and the head of his cock was rubbing at Kurt's entrance. Kurt's sighed at the relief he found with Blaine's cock right there at his entrance. He wanted Blaine so much. He wanted Blaine all the time. Blaine rubbed his cock over Kurt's entrance eliciting the most needy whimper he'd ever heard come out of Kurt's mouth. "You're so fucking hot for me."

"Yes. Come on." Kurt squeezed his eyes shut. His body was filled with so much need in this moment. "Pleeeasse, Blaine."

"I love you so much." He pushed his cock in while Kurt' moved his leg over Blaine's thigh to open up for him. He wanted as much of Blaine in him as quickly as possible.

Blaine wrapped one arm over Kurt's shoulder while the other wrapped around his chest to hold him flush against his body. He rested his hand on Kurt's chest over his heart as he started to fuck into Kurt gently with long, deep strokes. Kurt's head threw back onto Blaine's shoulder with every thrust. His fingers found Blaine's on his chest as he clutched them. Blaine held Kurt in place moaning at the tightness. "You.. God.. Blaine.. so good." He turned his head to capture Blaine's mouth with his own claiming Blaine's mouth as he moaned with each gyration. Kurt was taller but loved being spooned by Blaine. He loved the manly feel of his rougher skin enveloping him in a cocoon of love. Fucking him this way was a whole new level that Kurt let Blaine take care of him. Blaine cock brushed against his prostate perfectly in this position and the feeling was overwhelming very quickly.

The sounds Kurt made when Blaine brushed his cock over Kurt's prostate was enough to make Blaine come, but he knew he wouldn't until he could feel Kurt's ass clamp down on him. He would wait as long as it took, though he knew it wouldn't take long. He thrust long, slow and as deep as he could knowing that much of his cock would brush that perfect place inside Kurt. "I love fucking you baby. Your ass is perfect and tight."

Blaine moved both hands to Kurt's chest now and gripped both Kurt's hands. Kurt was fully enveloped in Blaine's love now. It was a little overwhelming. The smell of Blaine accosted him. It was all he could feel and smell and it was perfect. He wanted to come without Blaine touching him and when he felt Blaine's hand creep south toward his cock he protested vehemently. "No, Blaine. I'm so close already. Just, harder and faster."

Blaine obliged lifting his hips off the bed a little and angling them a little more with Kurt's belly toward the bed. He got the leverage he needed to thrust a little deeper and harder. A few thrusts later and Blaine's hips stuttered when he felt Kurt start to clench around him. Kurt whined high and loud and it was enough. Blaine let go pushing in as far as he could releasing inside Kurt with a loud moan. "Fuuuck. I love you."

They remained like that for as long as Blaine could stay inside of Kurt. Only when it got uncomfortable did Blaine ease out. Kurt turned in his arms kissing him gently. "That was perfect. I missed that so much."

"Me too. We need to make an effort not to ignore each other. I can admit that I need you in every way which includes sexually Kurt."

"Don't worry. I need that too." Kurt smiled into Blaine's chest.

Kurt started his internship the next day. He was in such a good mood. He and Blaine spent the entire day together just walking and talking. They stopped for coffee and a late lunch. They ordered Chinese food in and sat on the floor listening to music the entire dinner. They slept in each other's arms. It was comforting. Blaine would always offer the comfort of home to Kurt. They had awakened together. Kurt was happy to send Blaine off with coffee and a kiss and a promise to see him tonight.

"My name is Kurt Hummel-Anderson. I'm here for the internship with Mr. Meyers."

The girl at the desk looked through a list that was on a clipboard on her desk. "Oh there you are. Yes, okay, go down this hallway to the end and take a right. The sewing room is in the big room on the right before the hall opens to the staging room."

Kurt pretended he knew what she was talking about. He'd never been in a fashion house before, but knew that they had big rooms where the models prepared before they took to the catwalk. He would figure it out. His heart was beating out of his chest as he took a deep breath trying to calm himself. He didn't want to enter the room looking like a scared little kid. When he finally got to the destination, he heard a man yelling out direction to someone and then yelling at someone that made a mistake. "This whole piece is a waste, we can't use it. Throw it away and start over. Learn to cut girl." Kurt became frightened. He didn't want to ever get yelled at like that. Closing his eyes and taking one last deep breath he walked in.

He wasn't prepared for site in front of him. There were lines of tables and multiple dress forms scattered around the room. Some had almost fully completed outfits while some looked like they were just starting. There were pictures on the walls of drawings. He stood there in awe before someone said. "Kid. You're in the way. You need to move or get out." A young woman said to him. The dark haired girl didn't look much older than him.

"Hey, can you help me find Mr. Meyers."

She laughed at him. "Mitch! This kid's looking for you."

"OH.. Hey are you the kid that Lavelle sent over, right." He yelled from a few tables over. Kurt nodded and started walking toward him. He kept bumping to other people in the room until he finally made it to the man that called him.

Kurt held his hand out to shake. "I'm Kurt Hummel-Anderson."

The man nodded, but continued to give instruction to the person he was standing over. It wasn't mean like her heard in the hall, but it was firm. "Follow me." He said ignoring the outstretched hand. "So you're the next fashion designer."

"Huh?" Kurt didn't understand.

"That's good. Well said." He laughed sarcastically at Kurt. "Roni raved about you. Said that you'll be some big shot someday if you don't fuck up." Kurt nodded. He couldn't form any words. "You'll be right here. That's Ava. She's been here two summers in a row. She knows what's going on. Follow her around. Learn the ropes from her. Ava! Kyle here."

"Kurt." He corrected him.

"Kurt's going to follow your lead. Teach him the ropes." He turned to Kurt. "This is fast paced. Keep up or get out. Roni said you'll be good. We don't usually take first years, but she said you were exceptional. We made an exception for you. Don't make me regret it." He was talking fast and answering questions from people that stopped him. "Oh yeah, and don't call me Mr. Meyers if you expect me to answer. Call me Mitch."

"Okay." Kurt was confused.

"You got four hours. I suggest you start learning now." He walked swiftly toward another outfit like it called out to him.

"Uh Thanks. Mitch." Kurt said, but Mitch was out of earshot already. Kurt dumped his things under the table. He was confused.

"I'm Ava Sanchez." She shook Kurt's hand.

"Kurt Hummel-Anderson."

"That's a mouthful. How'd you get such a long name?" Ava questioned him as she worked to get his table set up. "Follow me." It seemed that everyone here liked to ask questions that they really didn't want an answer to. She showed him where the material was, where all the cutting tools he might need were. She introduced him to as many people as she could as they walked through the room.

"I got married in June." Kurt finally responded.

"Geez. How old are you?"

"I'm eighteen." He laughed. It was always one of the questions he got.

"Did you knock her up?" Ava looked skeptical. After all, Kurt was the more obviously gay of the two.

"No, HE isn't knocked up."

"Thought so. Then why."

"I just knew he was it for me. We've been through a lot."

They returned back to his area. "We can talk later. It's too busy right now to get to know each other because Spring/Summer fashion week in a matter of weeks here and we have a lot to get done before then. I'll be your partner for everything. Ask me if you don't understand. It'll save you from getting yelled at like Barbie over there." She nodded to the blonde working at a table across the room. "You probably heard it on the way here."

"What am I doing? Ms. Lavelle never really described it to me."

Ava pulled Kurt to the wall right next to his table. "That's what you're doing. You're cutting the material for that." She dragged him back to his table. "Here are the measurements of the model that will be wearing it. Try to get close to that. It'll save time with pinning it on the guy the day of the show. You probably won't sew it, but you can use the dress form to pin everything together. Mitch will approve it before sewing."

"Okay, so the whole outfit?"

"Yep. The full thing. Start with the top and then you can move to the bottoms." Ava went back to her table staking out Kurt. She knew he was competition, but he looked so innocent.

Kurt started to look at the pattern and the information on the table. He was able to get the material and color to cut. It was rough going with all the measurements, but he worked hard for four straight hours and got most of the shirt cut out. It was time to leave and he felt like he accomplished a lot. He had already started pinning the shirt on the dress form. "Good job for a first day, Kurt." Mitch, while he seemed hard to please, was appreciative of Kurt's hard work ethic already. "See you tomorrow."

"Yeah. Thanks Mitch." Kurt gathered his things up and headed out the door.

"Bye Kurt. See you tomorrow." Ava said with a smile.

"Do you want to stop and get some coffee?" Kurt offered kindly. He wanted to get to know someone at work.

"Not today, but maybe tomorrow."

"Okay. Tomorrow it is." Kurt left with a smile. He didn't meet too many people he could hang out with, but he was happy having worked today.

"Grande non-fat mocha please." He ordered at the Starbucks halfway to his house.

"Why does it not surprise me that you're a non-fat kind of guy." Kurt recognized the voice, but wasn't absolutely sure until he turned to see a smiling man in front of him. "What, no hugs?"

"Hey Mike!" Kurt gave him a half hug. After all, Kurt really only met him once before. "So glad to see you. What's up?"

"Just stopped for coffee and to relax a little." Mike took a sip from his coffee. "You want to sit with me. We need to catch up."

Kurt was actually happy to have someone to talk to. He hadn't met a lot of people yet and with Blaine busy, it was nice to have a familiar face to talk to. Kurt told him about Blaine's seminar and his group that he works with. Then about his internship. "We have weekends together and Wednesdays, but I'll be really happy when he doesn't have to spend so much time with this group. I miss him. He has so much research to do with some guy named Justin."

"Watch that Justin guy. I know him and I thought he was gay, Kurt." Mike looked worried to say something. He didn't want to pry. "I really don't like him much. He's two faced."

"Blaine said he has a girlfriend and that he's totally safe." Kurt didn't want to think Blaine was lying, but now he worried. New city, new friends, fabulous opportunity. He hoped Blaine's wouldn't regret marrying him. "I think he even suggested that the four of us hang out sometime."

"I know what he says, but I also know that guy lies. Not Blaine, but Justin. I swear I've seen him with a guy before. I'll keep my eye out for you when they are up at school." Mike offered. "I just don't like him. Something is up with him."

"You don't have to do that Mike. I trust Blaine." Kurt really did trust Blaine. Blaine had opportunities before, but he only has eyes for Kurt. "With Blaine, it's like tunnel vision. I love Blaine, but Blaine's connection to me is so strong. He always says that I'm his rock. His moon. I have complete faith in him." Kurt smiled at the thought. Blaine was ridiculously romantic.

"I know you do. I don't like Justin. I had a class with him last year. I just don't think you should trust him. That's all." Mike finished off his coffee and changed the subject. "We need to get together Kurt. The three of us. Maybe we can go to a club or something. Dancing and drinking."

"That would be fun." Kurt looked in his phone. "I thought I had your number, but I don't."

"I'll call you." Kurt recited his number and Mike called it. "Got it." Kurt called him back.

"I got yours now too."

"Great, I'll text you when I have a chance to talk to Blaine about going out, okay?"

"Yeah. See ya Kurt." Mike stood and walked out the door.

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