A/N: Amg. I hate myself. I promised you smut, and it's here, but it's not proper smut. I've got at least 3 different smut chapters that'll eventually appear in this collection, but I've had trouble finishing them. But they're both over 10 pages long, so at least you'll be satisfied.

Anyway, I'm going to get a bit sappy.

Are we here already? 50 Chapters, 65,492 words, six months and, 410 reviews later, and here we are. Right here. Chapter 50. THE CHAPTER. I started promising Klaine sex right from the first A/N…and now we're finally here. Holy moley. A giant thank you to everyone who has stuck through this thing – your feedback and your love for these chapters is just amazing and overwhelming.

Alright, let's get serious. This chapter contains gay sex. I understand that some people will not want to read this – they came to this story for fluffy moments, not porn. So I won't write this all the time, and if I do, there will be sufficient warning. I swear, the next chapter is full of so much fluff your teeth will fall out from all the cavities. I'm not going to be offended if you totally skip this chapter, because I used to recoil at the very thought of smut, but well…I changed.

Rating: I dunno. M? M15? I already put a warning, that should be sufficient.

Kurt loved the way Blaine moved.

He loved the way his shoulders were tense, his arm muscles taut as he gripped Kurt's hips, thrusting into him slowly and gently, his eyes closed and his breathing deep.

He loved the blush that had crept up his cheeks and down his chest.

He loved the feeling of Blaine inside him, the way he felt so full and complete and whole. He felt a part of Blaine – as if they were joined by more than just their bodies – by something bigger and powerful then whatever controlled their world.

He loved the way Blaine shuddered with a moan, just before he came. He loved the way Blaine's body practically folded in on himself as he came down from the high, leaning over Kurt and pressing tired but loving kisses everywhere before he pulled out.

And when he did, Kurt would feel empty, missing the warmth and complete safety he felt when Blaine was making love to him. But he felt good. They'd lie together afterwards, and Blaine would make him feel even better with lazy singing, and if Kurt was lucky, he would whisper in his ear in Italian, his words running together and making Kurt feel like he was in heaven.

But being a horny teenager in a world of prying adults was hard, and Kurt and Blaine found themselves constantly waiting for opportunities to be together. Alone. With no suspicious adults.

They couldn't get enough of each other, and Kurt hoped it would last forever.

Kurt knew it would last forever.

A/N: It's so short and not even reasonable. I'm going to give you two more chapters to make up for it. I'm sorry XD