I'm BACK! Oh man, I had so many ideas for fics (drabbles and multi-chaptered) while I was away. It was so strange not uploading every day, so I just wrote everything on the notes in my iPhone. Most of them were smutty. Whoops?

Italy was perfectly beautiful, oh god, I felt like I was walking inside of a painting! Had a blast.

Hot Shower

Blaine stood in the shower. It's been about half an hour since Kurt left, giggly and smitten, with one of Blaine's scarves wrapped around his neck securely.

Standing in the shower like this, the water running down his body and his eyes closed, it was easy to remember Kurt's touch all over him- his shaky fingers, his fleeting kisses...

He stood and remembered for a long time, his body tingling and his muscles relaxing under the spray, until he realized he was just wasting water and that he should be actually showering. He began with his usual routine of cleansing, washing his hair first and then down his body.

When he reached below his waist, he froze, looking at himself.

That was the part that was inside Kurt's body last night.

He looked at his cock as if it were a foreign object, touching the skin experimentally. That skin knew what is was like inside of Kurt. The concept was remarkable.

He tried the words on his lips, trying to make them more real.

"I fucked-"

No. That sounded wrong and not romantic. The tone was too rough as well.

"Yesterday, I made love to my boyfriend," he said loud and clear. The words ran a shiver down his spine as he thought of their meaning.

Instant hard-on.

How did he manage to be so lucky? Last night, he took Kurt virginity, and Kurt took his. They tore this last barrier apart, burnt it down completely.

"I made love to my boyfriend," he giggled. Then he thought of how wonderfully tight and warm Kurt body was, and a high pitched moan escaped his mouth. His hand wrapped around his aching erection and pulled, but he could no longer imagine it was Kurt- he knew how Kurt's long, silky fingers felt, and they were so much better. Just as he thought how hard jerking off without Kurt would be now, the images of his body, pale and slender and smooth and exposed, flooded his mind, and he gripped his dick tighter, movements harsh and erratic, coming mere two minutes later.

When he left the shower, he texted Kurt.

Thinking of you. Love you so much. Xoxoxo

Also, thank you guys for all of the lovely reviews while I was gone. Thank you, too, for everyone who's coming back to read new updates even though I went all missing in action.

I love you all, once again.

Thank you.