Surprisingly enough, this smut fic is built around a poem by Rilke (an Austrian poet), named At Last. I found the translation in the book "Forever", by Maggie Stiefvater, whom I love. It's sort of a song-fic, but with a poem. A poem-fic. Can we make this a thing?

Also, my friend SlytherinIsInMyBlood here on , wrote a thing called Blind-Dates. It's Klaine and It's awesome, check it out!

At Last

At last, no one decided.

The bed was finally warm enough now that there were two bodies inside of it, wrapping one around the other and moving in perfect sync, holing tight and never letting go.

And no one knocked.

Kurt's lips were already chapped from kissing, and they felt wonderfully rough against Blaine's skin. He moaned lightly when their lips collided again, their groins grinding against each other's.

And no one jumped up.

Blaine whimpered when Kurt grabbed his erection tight, and leaned closer, putting his lips to his ear.

"Would you rather to top or bottom?" he breathed. Blaine gripped his waist and pulled him closer.

"I need you to fuck me. Make me yours."

And no one opened.

High-pitched voices of all sorts filled the heated air, when two bodies became one. They were no longer separate creatures- only one, KurtandBlaine.

"Are you really mine again?" asked Kurt in a whisper, tears in his eyes.

"Yes, god, Kurt, yes, yours. Forever."

And there stood no one.

Kurt lost control- slipping into his routine, fucking Blaine just fast enough to drive him mad but slow enough to torture him gently. Everything was as easy as breathing, moving and giving and taking and loving.

And no one entered.

"I'm- oh baby, right there!" cried Blaine, thrusting back to meet Kurt's hips, those slender-yet-masculine hips he never seemed to be able to get over.

"I love you," muttered Kurt, pushing Blaine over the edge and into the bliss with another cry.

And no one said, "Welcome".

They cuddled into a ball of arms and legs and torsos, breathing heavily, sated and spent.

"Please tell me this is more than just being bros," murmured Blaine, kissing Kurt's neck and sucking another hickey onto it.

"Blaine, I've never been prouder to call you my boyfriend. I want you, and I want more than just sex. I want us. We're going to screw up sometimes, and we're going to be- and act- dumb, but that's just how it is. I love you, Blaine Devon Anderson, and I'm not letting you go."

Blaine inhaled deeply, letting his tears wet Kurt's skin. "I love you, too. And I swear, we will never stop being us."

And no one answered, "At last."