A/N: I've been sick and busy and a multitude of things in between. Tired and busy and working and busy.. lol I'm so sorry it's been weeks since I updated. Work has been crazy and so has my life. I had a birthday and bunches of cheerleading competitions for my daughters where I had to travel out of town a lot. Their last competition is this weekend so it should free my time up. I'm trying hard to get to this, but promise you that I will never abandon it. It's not fair to you or to me if I don't finish this.

So the last episode was fantastic. I'm liking the show in NYC. I'm looking forward to next episode to continue to see Blaine and Kurt together in the big apple.

I'll try hard to not leave you hanging on this story for too long. Love you all!

Chapter 14

"Coach shoes for your thoughts." Blaine leaned down knowing that the look on Kurt's face was distressed. Kurt's frown turned into the biggest smile at hearing, not the words, but his husband's perfect voice.

"Yes, please." Blaine leaned over placing a sweet kiss on Kurt's forehead. "Actually, I'll settle for a blowjob. It'll be much cheaper and we won't have to go shopping."

Blaine started to look around the coffee shop. Kurt glanced around in confusion. What the hell was Blaine looking for? "Who are you looking for?" Kurt finally asked.

"I'm looking for the alien that took my husband. MY husband would never turn down shopping." Though every guy loved a blowjob, Kurt had a special penchant for expensive designer clothes and would usually choose them and then the blowjob. Blaine sat down and took his hand in his own, rubbing the palms of Kurt's hands that had clearly been wrenched and clenched together far too long. "Relax. You've been clenching. I can feel the tension."

"I'm just really tired, but don't stop that. That feels really good." Kurt sighed, eyes closing for a few seconds in enjoyment of the care Blaine gave him. "It was a bad day. You would have thought I had a million classes today." Kurt took in Blaine's appearance. He looked pretty good after his first day. "You on the other hand look quite chipper on your first day."

"I had a good day, so we can talk about that later. What I want to know is why your day was bad?" Blaine's eyes turned from happy to concerns in a split second and Kurt hated that he turned Blaine's eyes sad. "You're design was just in a fashion show, you should have had a fantastic first day."

"From that perspective, it was an awesome day. My design class and history class were phenomenal. I already feel like I learned so much. It's my stupid Integrative Seminar. The professor has it in for me. She says I need to learn to communicate at a high level when I'm in the fashion world. But all of this started because I really didn't know what the class was about." Kurt berated himself for not knowing, but he'd been so busy and on a high from the fashion show.

"Don't worry. You know how to carry yourself. We know this and you shouldn't worry." Blaine thought back to his day. It was probably the best day he could hope for. He was placed in all the best groups and the teachers were very respectful of him, mentioning how they heard about the seminar and the superior presentation that gave. His team received accolades for the work they did. Yes, Justin received group honors as well, though his work was not exemplary, but it didn't matter to Blaine. "Let's go home and get in a tub until we're shriveled up like prunes. I'll give you a massage and rub your feet… and other things too if you still want that."

At the mention of a bath, Kurt perked up. He loved taking baths with Blaine. Actually, Blaine was his life. Anything with Blaine was his favorite thing to do. "You know just how to cheer me up, don't you?"

"I know my subject well."

"Ummm. Soo good. Don't stop." Kurt threw his head back against the edge of the tub.

"You're a whore for massages, you know that?" Blaine chuckled as his fingers kneaded the soles of Kurt's feet.

"I'll be your whore for anything as long as you never forget how to do that." Kurt smiled with his eyes closed just soaking in the touch of Blaine's fingers to his feet.

"Are you actually admitting giving up control?"

"Not control. The whore is always in charge. I'll make sure to require payment upfront." Kurt laughed loudly. "This has to be one of the dumbest conversations we've ever had. Certainly, Professor List would not approve of this conversation amongst the 'high fashion' world." He said making the customary quote signs with his fingers.

"Kurt, it was the first day. Don't let it get to you. She'll come around once she's had a chance to read your writing and hear you really speak." Blaine begged for Kurt to not worry. He didn't want a repeat of yesterday's panic attack. It took too much out of Kurt.

"I know. I know you're right." Kurt sighed. "OH… Blaine, how was your day? I feel so awful that I didn't ask."

"I had a great day. My classes were awesome and my team got a lot of press today. I'm sure there are some people that hate me now, but I don't care. I worked hard to get this and I deserve the recognition." Blaine pursed his lips, but his eyes sparkled with excitement.

"You seem a little.. I guess upset over something though." Kurt could see Blaine was holding something back. "I can tell. Tell me."

"It's stupid stuff and stupid people." Blaine shook his head. "It's nothing. Justin got his recognition, but he didn't deserve it. There were a few people in my classes that were sneering about the recognition my team got, but they're just jealous. I got some gay comments, too."

Kurt took Blaine in his arms. "You deserve the recognition. They can all go to hell if they don't like you." He whispered in Blaine's ear. "I, for one, know how amazing you are and I hope that's enough for you."

Blaine looked Kurt in the eyes. His Kurt with the hopeful eyes. "Kurt, you're the only one that matters to me. I don't need anyone else's approval but yours. I answer to no one but you for the rest of my life."

Tears blurred Kurt's vision. "I changed my mind. I want you to make love with me Blaine. That's what I want. Not a blowjob, not a hand job, YOU inside me."

"Don't cry." Blaine brushed Kurt's hair back off of his face where it hung limply from the steam in the bathtub.

"They're happy tears, though." They now fell freely down his cheeks.

"I don't care. I hate to see any tears on your beautiful face. I'm sure tomorrow will be better. Just give this professor time to learn the real you. Then she'll be asking you for lessons on how to speak."

"You're ridiculous." Kurt stood pushing on the drain so they could get out. "Make love and then we need to make dinner and then homework."

It was Kurt that led Blaine to their bed and pulled him on top of him. He ran his fingertips lightly along Blaine's sides inciting shivers all the way up Blaine's spine. Blaine giggled and then moaned at the sensitivity. "Nice.. That feels nice."

"You feel amazing, Blaine. Your skin is damp, but rough. I just love your body and skin." Kurt continued to ghost his fingers up Blaine's back to the nape of his neck.

"No way baby. You're smooth and you taste…" Blaine took that moment to run his tongue over Kurt's nipple, licking it to a peak, before sucking on the nub. "…like sugar." Blaine licked Kurt's throat to his ear lobe.

Kurt keened under the wetness of Blaine's tongue on him. "Oh fuck Blaine. Baby." Kurt moaned turning his head to the side allowing Blaine complete access.

"I know what you like and I'm going to take us to the edge before I back off." Kurt whined at what was in store. "Then I'm going to bring us to the edge again and… hmmm… Maybe we can come or maybe we'll eat dinner first."

"Fuck Blaine. You're so damn hot right now." Kurt glanced at the clock. "Thank God it's only four o'clock."

"…and we both have shorter days tomorrow." He wiggled his eyebrows. "Which means we can both come home and pick this all up again tomorrow."

Kurt gulped and his mouth salivated at the prospect of fucking all afternoon. Well, making love was the term he liked to use, but really the tension of their school days made Kurt want to just fuck. Fuck hard. "I think I might need an afternoon nap."

"I'm going to guarantee it." Blaine smiled into the kiss before plunging his tongue into Kurt's mouth to tangle with his briefly. Kurt just gave in to him, letting Blaine take charge like he seemed to want right now.

Take charge he did, claiming Kurt's mouth as his own while his hands slid gently over the pale expanse of skin. He felt Blaine's breath hitch as his chest reacted in the same. He sucked on Kurt's collarbone while Kurt wriggled underneath him arching up to Blaine trying to get as close as humanly possible. "Come on Blaine. Don't make me wait." The desperation sizzled off of Kurt's body.

Blaine hurried into the drawer immediately popping the cap off the lube. "On your hands and knees." He gently demanded, though he would fuck Kurt any way Kurt wanted. Kurt seemed very amenable to the request as he scrambled as quickly onto his hands and knees. Blaine quickly spread his cheeks and pressed a finger inside slowly working Kurt into a relaxed state to accept him. Kurt started moaning and pushed his ass back to meet Blaine's fingers in rhythm. "Fuck, you're so hot." Blaine was ready for this. Some of the pent of anger over his peers bothered him and this would offer the much needed release of energy.

Kurt moaned. "Quit talking and fuck me already. Do it." Kurt was in need. He didn't want to worry about anything anymore and in Blaine's loving hands with his body joined to Blaine's he knew he could let go and just give in. No more worries was the last thought in his head before he felt the blunt velvety head of Blaine's cock press between his cheeks and then inside him.

Blaine wasted no time setting a rugged pace and Kurt was consumed with desire. He moaned loudly without regard for anyone or anything. Blaine's hands would leave bruises he was sure. Blaine gripped him so perfectly and plunged inside of him deep and hard. "Ku-urt. You're so perfect baby. You're so perfect for me."

Kurt lifted off of his hands to his knees grabbing at Blaine's thighs behind him as he tangled his fingers tugging harshly into Blaine's curls at the nape of his neck. Blaine hands splayed on his chest, fingers teasing Kurt's nipples as he sucked a dark hickey onto Kurt's shoulder. Kurt responded with a loud moan followed by a whimper. Blaine would ask for forgiveness later if it showed. His movement relentless as he pounded Kurt's ass hard. Then suddenly he stopped, buried deep in Kurt, he swiveled his hips. Kurt whined and gripped Blaine's neck. "Please.. Please.."

Blaine kissed Kurt's neck gently now, soothing the hickey he just made. The majority of his aggression subsided as he came back into his own body and mind. "I'm not going to hurt you honey."

"Doesn't hurt.. feels good." Kurt kissed Blaine's rough jaw. "Please.. I need to come. Blaine, I need to come."

Blaine understood in that moment that Kurt needed to feel good. Kurt's day, in Kurt's mind, had gone poorly or at least not as well as expected. Kurt's expectations were always too high. "You feel so good baby." Blaine knew that this was something he could do for Kurt. He knew how to make Kurt feel good, make him feel perfect. Blaine pulled his hips back before pushing in hard. He knew exactly how to make Kurt fall apart, knew how to massage his prostate just right and before he knew it, Kurt spilled clenching around his cock, screaming his name and clutching to Blaine for dear life. There was no way for Blaine to hold back. Just the feel of Kurt tightly wrapped and pulsating with his orgasm around him, the fact that he knew he could make Kurt come without touching him. Blaine knew he had done something for Kurt. Something that Kurt really needed and wanted.

Kurt collapsed on the bed sated and exhausted. His breathing evened out quickly and Blaine rose to retrieve a towel from the bathroom. Kurt was spent. All the worries of the day piled up in his head as the stress took its toll. Blaine gently cleaned up what he could and then covered Kurt up so that he could nap peacefully.

Kurt emerged from the bedroom about two hours later just in time for Blaine to serve dinner. "Hey sleepy head. Nice hair."

Kurt's hair was sticking up every which way and he hadn't bothered to put any clothes on. "I smelled food."

"Hope you're hungry. I made us grilled chicken with rice and broccoli." Blaine was just plating the food. "I set us up at the table."

Kurt hadn't even glanced at the table, but now he felt underdressed. "I should put some clothes on. "

Blaine walked by holding the plates of food setting them down on the table. "Don't worry sweetheart. Just grab a pair of lounge pants. No need to dress up." Blaine smiled at just how adorable Kurt looked right now. He watched Kurt yawn, stretch and turn back toward his room. "Nice ass!"

Kurt giggled. "Thanks!"

"So? How is it?" Blaine hoped he cooked everything just right. He wasn't the best cook but he wanted to be able to prepare some meals.

"It's good." Kurt swallowed down the mouthful. "You did really well Blaine." Kurt honestly liked it. The rice could use a little more seasoning, but overall it was very good.

Blaine grinned with pride. "Thank you. I tried really hard. You're a much better cook than I am, but I need to start doing more."

"We can start cooking together. Wouldn't that be fun?"

"Yeah. I'd like that." Blaine took a few more bites. "Maybe we can take a cooking class together."

Kurt's fork stopped mid way to his mouth. "Really?"

"Yeah really. When you have time, see if you can look into it." Blaine was totally serious. "It would really fun to do that together."

Kurt smirked. "Yeah.. in all our free time."

Dinner was cleared and they sat down to look at their schedule for the next day. "I'm done at two-thirty tomorrow, but I need to stop and see my advisor after that. I should be home around three fifteen. What about you?"

"Tomorrow I start at nine, but I'm done at one. I need to go by work and see what my new hours are. They gave everyone a week off to get used to school and make sure our schedules stayed the same. I think I still work two days a week for a few hours, but it'll be good for me. Especially if I get to do that after the evil lady's class." Kurt dreaded seeing Professor List again.

"Remember what I said. Take it all in stride. She doesn't know you yet. She's gonna love you, Kurt." Blaine was ever positive.

"You seem so positive."

"It's because I know. I'm sure of it. You're going to knock her socks off. Just like you do with everyone else." Blaine was a confident person all the time. "Do you want to meet at home or at the coffee shop."

"Coffee shop of course."

"Of course." Blaine flipped on the TV. "Some TV then bed?"

"Sounds like a good plan." They started to watch a re-run of Project Runway. "Are we boring Blaine?"

"Because we are sitting in our living room watching TV?"

"Yeah. If we lived on campus, we would probably hanging out in someone else's room talking. We might be drinking beer and looking at magazines." Kurt wondered a little what that would be like.

"I don't want to live on campus. I want to live with you and that's why I'm living with you. It would be weird if we lived separately since we're married, don't you think?" Blaine's eyes were trained on the TV.

"Well. I meant if we didn't get married until after college. We might be doing totally different things than this."

Blaine turned to Kurt on the couch. "Are you having second thoughts?" He took Kurt's hand in his.

"No..no. Don't be silly." Kurt stuttered. "I love you Blaine. I want nothing more than to wake up with you and go to sleep with you. I just want to be with you."

"Okay." Blaine wasn't convinced. "I just don't want you to ever regret this. I don't want you to regret us."

Kurt wondered, but he knew Blaine was it for him. "I won't. I'm happy. Don't worry."

"I'm worried. I just don't want you to someday wake up and feel like a whole part of your life was missed because you didn't get to live in the dorms and party till all hours of the night, puke in your bed and sleep with a bunch of random people. That's all part of growing up and experiencing college." Blaine looked down at their rings taking the magnitude of the conversation in. "I just want you to be honest with me Kurt. If at any time, you need a break to see what's out there, you need to tell me. You need to trust me with how you feel. I understand if you feel that way. If you at least tell me, we could work together to find a way for you to have that experience. Okay?"

"Trust me Blaine. I have no desire to sleep with random people or puke in my bed." Kurt smiled at Blaine. Blaine was ever so trustworthy and loveable and perfect. "Why would I want that when I have you?"

"Because it's a new experience. I know you want to experience it all." Blaine cautiously continued. "Just because you want those things doesn't make you not want to be with me. It makes you human."

"Well, forget it. I'm happy Blaine. We're okay. You're exactly what I want, now and forever. You're my husband and I am so lucky that you wanted me. Don't worry. I was just pondering the whole thing. I don't need those experiences, I was merely just pointing out that we would be doing stupid stuff if we lived in the dorms on campus."

"Just take what I said and put it away. If you ever feel like you need to take advantage of a little freedom, you tell me." Blaine was serious. "I mean it Kurt. It would hurt me more to know that you couldn't be honest with me."

"Of course, I'll tell you. it's just not going to happen." Kurt settled it.

"Okay." They settled back, Kurt's head in Blaine's lap and their fingers intertwined as they watched TV in domestic bliss.

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