Hmmm a (kinda) smutty sequel to yesterday, does that work? (Also- anon who requested this, since I can't reply to you privately- I'm so glad you liked it! This drabble is for you, hon :* )

Title from There Is a Light That Never Goes Out- originally by Smiths, and the beautiful piano cover that inspired this drabble is by Jean Boz.

(P.S- okay after finishing this, it came out so much less smutty than I had intended. Tomorrow will be another prompt, and the day after that will be the sequel to that prompt, which will be definitely smutty.)

A Light That Never Goes Out

They started having sex three months later.

It wasn't very scary, in the beginning. First, just dry-humping (Kurt hated that name, but it made Blaine laugh, and Kurt was a fool for Blaine's laughter), and then onto handjobs- always fully clothed.

They advanced to nakedness after West Side Story.

Not full nakedness yet- both were still a little hesitant about dick sizes and the pressure to maybe have sex sex, so they decided to wait.

That didn't mean no to orgasms, as many as possible; they would rut against each other until they came, then kiss until they were both hard again and start everything over. Whole afternoons passed by with moans echoing through empty houses and skin achieving bruises in the shapes of lips and teeth. So many Sundays were spend in bed together, trying to break records in number of orgasms or shortest periods of time until both of them being aching hard again.

Kurt stopped cutting. He never felt the need to with his body receiving a new outlet for emotion constantly.

That is, until Chandler.

When things had blown up, Kurt sat down in his bathroom and cried for hours. He found a new razor, dissembled it, and made so many painful, bloody cuts on his stomach that he felt dizzy and when he showered, the water going down the drain were red.

He knew Burt knew; when he got out of the shower, on the nightstand waited a cup of hot cocoa and an iron pill. In the morning, before he headed to school, he stopped to hug Burt, who held him for longer than he usually would.

After each of their songs on Glee, they finally made up, and after Glee, they headed to Blaine's house. Kurt held Blaine's hand between his palms for the entire ride.

When they walked into Blaine's bedroom and locked the door, Kurt let Blaine undress quickly, and pulled him to the bed. Blaine stared at him, confused.

"Is everything alright?"

Can he be brave enough to tell Blaine? Well, it was this or lying, and he wasn't lying anymore. "After you found out about Chandler. I… again."

Blaine's faces turned so pained it was hard to keep looking at him. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, Kurt." The tears appeared quickly, running down his face. "I shouldn't have… ever…"

"Don't," Kurt put a hand on his cheek. "I just wanted you to know… so you don't see it and get mad."

"I'm not mad, Kurt, I'm never mad-"

"It's okay. Really," Kurt smiled a little, sad smile. "It is. Don't cry. And… besides. I wanted, today, maybe… I wanted to maybe notwearunderwear?"

Blaine inhaled sharply. "Are you sure?"

Kurt nodded. "I don't want to hide anymore."

Blaine cupped his face. "You never have to hide from me."

Blaine undressed him, slowly, clearly trying not to show any signs of hurt when he exposed Kurt's mutilated belly; he didn't succeed. He'd never seen such fresh wounds before. When Kurt was down to his underwear, he hauled Blaine forward to kiss him, slowly, not heated at first, just pressing lips and tongues with Blaine's hands bracketing Kurt's head and Kurt's hand at the waistband of Blaine's boxers.

Kurt pulled away first and breathed deeply. "May I take your underwear off?"

Blaine nodded, biting his lip.

Deft, long fingers caught the waistband and pulled Blaine's boxers down slowly. Kurt's eyes closed as he deposited the boxers on the floor.

Not needing more than the unspoken invitation Kurt presented, Blaine swiftly took off Kurt's briefs, but didn't look down.

"Kiss me?" Kurt murmured.

"Yeah."

Blaine leaned forward and rubbed their noses together before taking a deep breath and kissing his lips first, then his neck, then his shoulders, then down to his belly; he kissed down scars and angry-red lines, making Kurt shiver.

"Blaine, stop," Kurt whispered.

He immediately detached his lips from Kurt's skin. "Stop?"

"I don't like my scars, Blaine. I don't want you to… pay attention to them. I don't want them to matter."

Blaine bowed his head. "I'm sorry. I want… to let you know I love you," he looked up, staring intensely into Kurt's wide eyes. "Even with the scars. You're still beautiful to me, Kurt."

Kurt felt so vulnerable, ripped open, but he's also never felt safer than he did now, with Blaine's body over his, shielding him from the world.

"I love you, too."

Blaine smiled, and kissed his way back up to Kurt's lips. "What do you want me to do?" he asked, his eyes honest and sure.

"Make love to me."

So Blaine did.