Finally! That army!Blaine sequel. The longer version (with a very different storyline) will go up separately soon. By the way, this story is to be continued- even if not as much as the other storyline.

Home Sweet Home

"Oh, honey," murmured Kurt between kisses, his hands grasping Blaine's body with tremor. "Are-" a strong, desperate kiss. "Are you hungry?" he breathed when their lips parted, looking into Blaine's impossibly hazel eyes. He was so real.

"Mm, a little," he muttered, snuggling closer. "I ate something on the plane, but…"

"You haven't eaten?" Kurt sounded horrified. "Come on, I'll see what I can get you," he tugged Blaine to the kitchen, never breaking their tight embrace.

Blaine shivered at the cool air coming from the fridge, and Kurt hugged him tighter, kissing his ear while scanning the few edible items he had. His eyes found the still-full box of Chinese takeaway. He smiled, his lips shuddering when he knew that even though he kept ordering for two all this time, he never thought Blaine would actually be there to eat his share. "You want some Chinese? It's from that restaurant you love."

As if on cue, Blaine's stomach growled.

"That would be a yes," declared Kurt before he could reply. He pulled out the container and shoved it into the microwave.

Twenty minutes later, they were tangled on the sofa, Blaine's stomach full and Kurt's eyes tearing a little.

"Blaine," he said after a moment of comfortable silence. "Why didn't you call me? Why didn't you let me know you were coming back?" he sniffed. He knew it was stupid- he had Blaine back, that was all that mattered- but he couldn't help feeling a little deceived.

Blaine lifted his head from where it rested on Kurt's chest, and his eyes widened at Kurt's watery ones. "I didn't think, baby, I'm sorry," he whispered, quickly grasping the situation. "I just jumped on a plane, got on the subway, and ran all the way here."

"You did?" Kurt murmured.

Blaine kissed his chest. Kurt's fingers pressed against his lower back.

"We should probably shower and go to bed," Kurt said, defeated. "You must be tired."

"Yeah, a bit." He paused for a moment, then sighed. "Is it bad that I don't want to let you go, even if it's just a shower?"

Kurt breathed in his scent, that scent that always made him drunk, dizzy… "Who said you had to let me go?"`