The first thing he sees when his eyes flutter open is Blaine sleeping next to him on the bed.  Blaine who loves him and saved him.  Leaning forward and barely brushing their lips together, so as not to wake him, Kurt smiles at the noise Blaine makes.

Sitting up, immediate pain shoots up his back and along his left side.  Wincing and slowly climbing out of bed, he stumbles and falls to the floor.

"Owww!" he cries out, suddenly hearing Blaine worriedly say his name.  "I'm fine.  I just fell."  Looking over his shoulder, he finds Blaine sitting up and smiling down at him.

"What are you trying to accomplish?" 

"I want to take a bath.  This is me slowly making my way to the bathroom."  Chuckling as he talks, Kurt tries to push himself up.

Arms wrapping around his back and grabbing under his knees surprise him as Blaine lifts him up and carries him to the bathroom.

"Always to my rescue."  Kurt playfully teases.

"Always," Blaine whispers into his ear in a way that makes Kurt's heart soar.

Being carefully set down in front of the sink in the bathroom, kissing Blaine before he fills the tub, Kurt turns to take in his reflection.  He sees bruises slightly fading all around his neck and along his arms.

Staring at the marks has flashes of what happened cross Kurt's mind.  The memories of the sensation of hands around his throat as they tightened their grip, the look of pure evil in the eyes he stared into (afraid that would be the last thing he saw) make him shudder.  Closing his eyes, and taking a few deep breaths and clearing his head of those thoughts, he opens his eyes to see Blaine walking towards him in the reflection of the mirror.

"I look horrible," Kurt says when Blaine stands behind him.

"You almost died.  I think it's understandable," Blaine tells him, softly pressing his lips to his neck.  "Lift your arms."

Doing as he's told, Kurt raises his arms and lets Blaine lift his shirt off him.  Noticing the bandage on his side, he slowly peels it away, seeing the wound inflicted upon him.  It's not much longer than a few inches, but was deadly enough to almost kill him.

Feeling Blaine's fingers on his back begin to peel off bandages, Kurt then remembers what he asked Jeffery for.  Holding back his tears for the moment, he quietly whispers, "Can you turn around for a second?"

"Sure," Blaine replies.

With Blaine's back to him, and making sure he can't see, Kurt pushes his underwear down and climbs into the tub.  Pulling his knees to his chest, and wrapping his arms around his legs, he tells Blaine he can look.

Resting his chin on his knees, he watches as Blaine kneels on the floor next to him, grabbing a washcloth and dunks it in the water.  He keeps his eyes on him as he wrings it out and softly runs it over the scars on his back.

The pain is minimal as the wet washcloth runs over his scars.

Without looking at them, he knows they are mirror images of each other along his shoulder blades; perfect Js no bigger than six inches in length.  He recalls meeting a few angels who have the exact same scars on their backs.  Now they are the only sign to show what he once was; to show everything he sacrificed for the person he loves.

"Do you still think I'm gorgeous?"  Kurt silently asks, scared of what Blaine will think of him now that he no longer has his wings.

"That's a crazy question to ask."  Blaine chuckles.

Kurt looks at him with tears in his eyes, "It's what you called me when I first showed you my wings.  I'm scared it's changed now that I no longer have them."

"Kurt, I never thought you were only gorgeous because of your wings."  Blaine wipes away the tear that rolls down Kurt's cheek.  "Yeah, they were gorgeous to behold, but you are more stunning."  Kurt sees the way he looks at him then; sees his eyes filled with honesty, and how he looks at him like he's the most beautiful thing to walk the earth, he believes him.

"I love you."  It's the only thing he can think to say to show Blaine how much he cares for him and how he appreciates him for seeing him beyond what he was.

"I love you, too.  Angelus meus."  Blaine smiles as he says the words.

"Semper," Kurt says back.

~

Over the next following weeks, he watches as Kurt gets stronger and healthier like before.

Sometimes he'll catch Kurt flexing his back out of habit, and then drop his shoulders after remembering that what was once there isn't anymore.  Afterwards, he'll see this look come to Kurt's eyes that breaks his heart and has him wishing there was something he could do to make an inkling of what he's feeling better.

"Do you regret it?" he decides to ask one day after days of feeling responsible for what Kurt chose.  "Letting your wings go, I mean."

"No.  It's just still brand new to me to not have them there.  They were apart of me for so long, and now...it's just strange is all."  Kurt means to smile at him but Blaine knows he must see the guilt in his eyes.  "Is something wrong?"

"I just hate knowing I'm the reason you gave up what you loved."  Blaine feels as Kurt crawls over and sits in his lap, lifting his chin to make him look at him.

"Blaine, I love you, and would give up anything for you.  Don't hate yourself for a choice I always knew I would make."  Kurt smiles at him then, stroking his thumb along his jaw.  "I didn't want forever if I couldn't share it with you.  If giving up my wings meant I could be with you for only a lifetime, it was worth it.  I love you, and you're worth forever."

"You and me and seventy or so years."  Blaine can't help the small laugh that passes his lips at that number.  Seventy years for him is so long, but he knows for Kurt it's probably a heartbeats worth of time; quickly coming and going like a winter and the final snow fall melting away on the ground.

"Yes."

"I don't know if there's anything I could do to show you how much I love you like you did for me."

"Just being with me, and letting me share my future with yours is enough."  Kurt captures his lips in a kiss that fills Blaine with so much love he feels as if his heart might explode from how much it swells with love.

He knows he can never do for Kurt what he did to show his love, but he knows he will spend the rest of his life making sure Kurt knows he loves him as much.

~

"Let's go out tonight," Blaine suggests a week later after seeing Kurt cooped up for weeks in his house getting better.

He can see the frustration setting in the longer Kurt stays home and does nothing.  Never before has he seen someone buy so much stuff offline when they have nothing else to do.

"Pleeease," Kurt drones out, shutting his laptop.  "I need to get out because I just almost bought a freaking villa in Italy."

"I think you have a shopping problem."  Blaine grabs Kurt's ankles and pulls him to lie on the couch, leaning over him. 

He chuckles as Kurt shakes his head and says, "I don't have a shopping problem."

"You bought me a car the second time we met."

"You needed it.  Besides, you love your new car."

"I must confess: I do."

"See, it was worth it."  Kurt starts to giggle when Blaine starts to tickle him, trying to push him away.

Stopping after a few seconds, Blaine strokes his thumb over the blush staining Kurt's cheek.  As he does that he tells him, "I love you."  Knowing he can tell Kurt that anytime he wants, Blaine has found himself saying it all the time.  Those three words that feel so right on his tongue as he tells Kurt what he feels.

The smile that spreads across Kurt's face after he says that makes it clear that everything was worth it to be there with Kurt.

"I love you, too."

~

"So, I've been thinking," he tells Blaine as they sit in the diner after walking around for a bit.

"About?"

"I'm pretty much healed fully by now, which means I'm capable of doing more than sitting around the house and buying stuff.  I've also enjoyed us and the time we've spent together; these past few weeks, and months, with you have been amazing.  I'm not saying I don't enjoy kissing you--because I do; I so do.  Man, kissing you is a whirlwind of a feeling I enjoy experiencing.  But, I think...I realized I thought about this more than I should have.  I mean, who spends that much time-"

"Kurt, you're rambling."

"I want to have sex," Kurt just blurts out nonchalantly, as if asking if Blaine wants dessert.

Blaine chokes and spits out the water he was drinking, coughing as he cleans his chin and shirt.  Kurt notices him look around to make sure no one else heard what he said to him, seeing him breathe a sigh of relief at noticing no one did.  "Now?"

"Yeah, Blaine, throw me on the table and have your way with me," Kurt sarcastically says, snorting as he grins.  "No, I mean tonight; when we get home."

"Way to suddenly spring that on a guy."  Blaine takes a drink of his water to stop the coughing.

"What can I say, I'm unconventional." Kurt smiles his dazzling smile that has Blaine wanting to leave as soon as possible.

"Yes you are."

~

Stepping into Kurt's house, knowing what will be happening, he takes his coat off and hangs it on the coatrack.  He follows Kurt as he walks to his kitchen.  Wrapping an arm around his waist as he stands in front of the island, he pushes his body flush with Kurt's, kissing along his neck.  Sliding his hand under Kurt's shirt, he strokes his thumb along the skin above the waistband of his jeans, feeling the slight quiver that goes through him.

"Is the-there anything you...you would like?"  Kurt stutters out, dropping his head back and exposing his neck more.

"How about," Blaine says as he kisses along the column of Kurt's neck, his creamy, pale skin soft under his lips, "we skip all this and go to the bedroom."

"O-okay," Kurt moans as Blaine slides his hand down between his legs and begins to palm him over his jeans.

Blaine pushes the heel of his hand down on Kurt's bulge in his jeans, feeling his cock twitch at what he's doing.  Not trying to be too rough and deciding to pop the button on Kurt's jeans, and pulling the zipper down, Blaine is surprised by what he finds.  "No underwear," he breathes into Kurt's ear, feeling him shiver.  "That's hot, Kurt."

"Wa-wanted tonight to finally happen."  Kurt bucks his hips forward when Blaine ghosts his fingers along his cock.  He lets out a small squeak of protest when Blaine removes his hand.

Blaine brings his hand up to his mouth, licking all over his palm and fingers.  Staring into Kurt's eyes when he looks back at him, he slides his hand back into Kurt's pants and wraps his hands around his cock.  Smiling when Kurt whimpers at that, he begins to move his hand in slow, firm strokes.

"Does that feel good?" he whispers into Kurt's ear.

"Ye-yes...Don't stop."

Blaine loves the feel of Kurt in his hand; loves how he feels hot and hard, twitching when he twists his hand just right.  Holding him just then has him wondering how the weight of him would feel on his tongue; how he would taste as he brought him to the brink of pleasure with his mouth and came down his throat.  That thought alone has him moving his hand faster, prepared to spend all night just touching and exploring and tasting.

Kurt's breathy moans, pleas of 'yes' and 'more' as they fall from his lips sounding intense and sexual, and going straight to his cock.

"Cl-...close, Blaine," Kurt pants into his ear, gripping his thighs and pushing into his fist.

"Come, love...want to see."

Blaine knows him calling Kurt that endearment is what sends him over the edge; has him coming over his fist.  He works Kurt through his orgasm as Kurt buries his face in the side of his neck, digging his fingers into his thighs.

Pulling his hand out and cleaning it on a hand towel, he smiles when Kurt slumps against him some, looking happy.

Standing there and watching as Kurt comes down from his high, something occurs to him; something that's been bugging him for some time.  Turning Kurt so he's facing him, seeing the blush staining his cheeks and lips bitten red, Blaine can't help but to think how gorgeous he is.

Cupping the side of his face, and stroking his thumb over his cheek, he leans forward and kisses him.  "Kurt," he says, pulling back before the kiss turns into more and he forgets to ask completely.

"Yeah?"

"When you said you waited for me; does that mean...Are yo-...Is this a first for you?"

"Yes," Kurt says above a whisper.  Of course he suspected, but Blaine had assumed someone as beautiful as Kurt wouldn't go that long without being with other people.  Kurt must see the look on his face because he asks, "Is that a bad thing?"

"Oh, my god, I feel like shit."  Blaine drops his head on Kurt's shoulder, groaning and cursing himself in his head.

Here he has Kurt with a chance to make it memorable, and he can't even make it to the bedroom.  Right in the middle of his kitchen, he jerks him off like an inpatient teenager.

Wishing he could take it back, he apologizes to Kurt for what he did.

"Hey, it's fine."  Kurt reassures him, lifting his head and kissing him.  "If you couldn't tell, I thoroughly enjoyed it."

"It should have been memorable, not like that."

"We have the rest of our lives together for memorable, Blaine."  Blaine sees Kurt grin when he talks about their lives together, sees the pure joy and happiness in his eyes.  "How about we go to the master bedroom and start on that."

"I would love to."  Blaine says with a smile.

Taking Kurt's hand in his, he begins to walk towards the stairs.

~

Kurt feels nothing but nervousness throughout his body.  He climbs the stairs with his hand still linked in Blaine's, his heart beating a-mile-a-minute, scared and terrified of finally taking that next step.

Stepping into the master bedroom, not remembering the last time he used it--if he ever did--he turns around to only be kissed by Blaine.

Walking backwards to the bed as he continuously kisses Blaine, feeling when the back of his legs hit the bed, he lifts himself up to sit on the edge.

Lifting his arms so Blaine can pull his shirt off, Kurt immediately covers his scar on his side with his hand. 

"Don't," Blaine says, pulling his hand away. 

"I hate it."  He hates the faint pink line the runs across his side a few inches below his ribcage.  Hates the reminder of what almost happened to him by somebody he use to love and trust.  "It's ugly."

"Lie back against the pillows."

Scooting back and lying on the pillows, Kurt lifts his hips when Blaine hooks his fingers in the waistband of his jeans.  Body trembling all over, and heart picking up its pace even faster, Kurt closes his eyes as he lies there completely exposed and naked for the first time with another person.  He stares when Blaine takes his shirt and pants off before climbing into bed with him, his bulge obvious in his boxer-briefs.

Blaine's body is exquisite.  As Kurt stares at the soft curves in some areas, defined muscles, and the trail of hair on his lower stomach going down and disappearing into his boxers, he can't believe this gorgeous man is his.

Threading his fingers through loose curls when Blaine begins to kiss at his stomach, he giggles at the brush of Blaine's lips over a ticklish spot that drives him wild.

"I love every inch of your skin."  Blaine presses his lips over Kurt's left hipbone, kissing his way up his side.  Kurt trembles when he presses his lips to the scar, kissing along it with butterfly kisses that make him blush.  He closes his eyes and bites his lower lip when Blaine traces the scar with his tongue, lightly nipping the skin with his teeth and sucking as if trying to replace old memories of the scar with new.

Kurt arches his back when Blaine moves up and captures his right nipple in his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue over the nub when it gets to a hardened peak.  He traces his thumb in circles over the other one, bringing it, too, to a peak, making Kurt whimper low in his throat.  His body is coursing with pleasure and he can only imagine how much more Blaine is going to cause in him.

When Blaine moves up and hovers over him, Kurt captures his mouth in an urgent kiss, bucking his hips up; needing the friction that comes with the brush of his cock against Blaine's own clothed one.  "Please," he begs against Blaine's lips.

"Do you have su-"

"The drawer," Kurt says before he finishes.

Watching Blaine lean over and reach in the drawer for what he needs, Kurt leans up and kisses his chest, smiling at him when he sits back between his legs.  Staring as he pops the cap of the bottle, and pours some onto his fingers, Kurt parts and bends his legs some and takes a deep breath and tries to calm his nerves.

Blaine lays his other hand flat on his stomach, stroking his thumb over the skin, Kurt calms the smallest amount.  "I'll be gentle."

Squirming when he feels a lubed finger circle his entrance; the finger starting a low heat in his body as it slowly circles and barely dips in, Kurt bunches the sheet under his hands.  He flinches when Blaine begins to push his finger in, the burn minimal, but easily overlooked.  It's strange, he can feel his body trying to tell him to reject it, make it go away, but pushing away that thought he groans when Blaine pushes it in up to the knuckle.  Slowly, but surely, his body begins to relax, and he wiggles his hips down to let Blaine know it's okay to move the finger.  As Blaine draws his finger out, only to push it back in, Kurt bites his lower lip at how good it's starting to feel.  He moans as Blaine perfectly moves and works his finger in him.

"Want me to add another?"  Blaine asks after a few minutes.

"Yes," Kurt pants out, feeling as Blaine draws his finger out and pushes in with two.

His muscles slowly relax and loosen around the digits, his body accepting them.  Kissing Blaine as he opens and stretches him, Kurt can feel a tingly sensation all over his body as Blaine moves his hand, knowing this is the start of something amazing.

"Another...Add another," Kurt says, clenching his fists in the sheet as Blaine adds and pushes in with a third finger.  The three fingers at first teeter on the edge of painful until his muscles loosen around them and sparks of pleasure takes its place at the base of his spine.

Looking into Blaine's eyes as he stares at him, noticing how his shoulder rolls with the movement of his hand, Kurt keeps his eyes locked on honey-colored ones as he parts his lips and moans.  He can feel the blush staining his cheeks, traveling down his chest, making Kurt aware of how he must look.

"You look so beautiful right now," Blaine tells him as if reading his mind, kissing his cheek.  Kurt shudders as cool lips press to his heated skin, moving over to his ear.  "You're doing so good."

"It's bec-," Kurt stops to let out a moan.  "It's because it's you.  You...You're making it ama-amazing."

Kurt works his hips down on the fingers as Blaine works them in and out of him.  The slide easy and good, but not enough to satisfy him in the way he wants and need.

"Need...need you, Blaine, please."  He whines when Blaine removes his fingers, watching him push his underwear down and off his legs.  Chewing his lower lip as he stares at Blaine spread lube over his cock, he opens his legs further, feeling Blaine line himself up with his entrance.

"Ready?" 

"Yeah," Kurt says as he nods his head.

Smiling up at him, Kurt's hand immediately grabs at Blaine's back and digs in as Blaine begins to push in.  Tipping his head back and biting his lower lip, he tries not to focus too much on the uncomfortableness of it.  Feeling Blaine push all the way in, filling and stretching and completing him in a way he only imagined before, Kurt breathes once Blaine is fully inside him.  The stretch is more than the three fingers Blaine used, and the fullness yielding in him a feeling of yes and how right this feels.  He overlooks the slight pain in it all as Blaine stills inside him. 

"Finally," Kurt says under his breath at having what he's wanted for a long time.

"Only took a few thousand years."  Kurt laughs along with Blaine at what he said, thinking about how long and everything it took to get to this moment with Blaine.

"You were worth the wait," Kurt tells him, cupping the side of his face, feeling Blaine turn into his hand and kiss his palm.  Leaning up and softly pressing his lips to Blaine's red, plump ones, he smiles against his mouth.  "You can move now," he says against Blaine's lips.

When Blaine begins to slowly rock his hips after he's adjusted, Kurt can feel as the pain dissipates and pleasure starts to take its place.

"Are you okay?"  Blaine asks as he rolls his hips into him, kissing his already kiss-swollen lips.

"Yes," Kurt replies with a shaky voice, lifting his legs to wrap around Blaine's waist, feet digging into his lower back.  "Feels so good," he adds as he lifts his hips.

The slow drag of Blaine out of him, and the subsequent deep thrusts of him back in make Kurt's body shudder in the best way.  As Blaine pushes back in, filling him in a way that makes pleasure bloom and spread throughout his body, Kurt knows this is where he's meant to be. He knows this is part of the reason he was created, so he can love Blaine and share this with him; be here and create a bond like no other.

"Har-harder," Kurt pants out as he wraps his arms around Blaine's back and grips his shoulders.

He moans into Blaine's mouth when he kisses him, working his hips faster and harder.  Lifting his legs higher, having Blaine hold him behind one of his knees, he gasps when Blaine manages to hit that spot inside him and send a flame of pleasure up and through his body and cause his vision to fray and blur with white spots.

It's then that he realizes this so much more than just sex; this is him finally connecting with someone on such a different level.  This is trusting Blaine with his body in a way he hasn't let anybody else, letting himself be in the hands of Blaine as he touches and kisses and marks and loves him in the softest of ways.

He understands why humans do this. The pleasure is immense and great as it courses through his body and sets his blood on fire as it runs through his veins.  But it's the feeling of two people becoming one, two people getting so lost in each other they don't know where one ends and the other begins, it's two people showing in the rawest of forms the simplest way how much they love each other that he loves.  Now that he knows the feeling, he's becoming quickly addicted.

Soon, he feels the heat in his lower belly begin to grow, feels as his release is close.  "Cl-close, Blaine," he moans into his ear.

Blaine taking him in hand and stroking him twice is all it takes for Kurt to let go; to fall in an all new way.  He arches his back and screams as he comes over Blaine's fist and onto his own stomach.  His release lasting longer than he thought as he continues to let go, hoping it would never end.  Finally collapsing against the bed sated and satisfied and body lax, he moans and smiles when Blaine locks their hands together and thrust his hips a few more times and comes.  Kurt kisses Blaine, sighing into it as he feels him spill into him, making him feel as if he's permanently marking him as Blaine's in a way he'll only feel and know.  After he stills, Blaine collapses on top of him, kissing him with what little energy he has left.  Kurt can still feel as his body wracks with the last of his orgasm, like the last embers in a fire that are dying out but still warm the body to the touch.

When he feels Blaine move to slip out of him, he grabs his hips and stops him.  "Wait...Stay there for a bit, please."

"Okay," Blaine breathlessly replies, comfortably settling his body weight on top of Kurt's body.  The way Blaine's body weighs him down makes Kurt feel safe and protected. "This feels different," Blaine says as he kisses Kurt's forehead.

"It makes it feel real.  I just want to feel you inside me a bit longer."  Kurt doesn't care that his thighs are hurting from holding them spread so open for so long, doesn't care that he needs to stretch and let his body relax, he wants to stay in this moment; make it last and go on for as long as he can.

As Blaine kisses his shoulder and rests his head there, Kurt lets his body float in the afterglow of what they just shared.  He closes his eyes and can practically feel his body glowing with happiness.

"What are you thinking about?"  Blaine quietly asks as he traces Kurt's lips.

"Doing that again," Kurt replies, making Blaine chuckle.  "And why I love you."

"I would like to hear why."

"Because," Kurt turns his head and looks at him, "I finally feel like who and where I'm meant to be."

Blaine kisses him with a smile, saying, "I can say the same."

They stay that way for a few heart beats longer, Kurt just staring into Blaine's eyes as he strokes his fingers over his side.

"I'm sorry, but I gotta move."  Blaine lifts his head and gives a quick kiss to his lips a few moments later.

"That's okay."  Kurt winces when Blaine pulls out of him, making Kurt feel empty.  As soon as he feels it, as it takes a hold of him, he wants Blaine back.  He wants him to fill the emptiness that now feels wrong after being so full and complete.  But then he remembers he has their whole lives together to feel that again as often as he wants, so he lets this feeling take over until it can be replaced again.

Watching as Blaine walks to the bathroom, Kurt can still feel where Blaine once was; the spot lingering with the sensation of him.

Letting Blaine clean him; letting him softly run the washcloth over the heated skin of his stomach, then down between his legs where it's still slightly sensitive to his touch.  As he lies there, often running his fingers through Blaine's curls, Kurt sighs in contentment at being with the person he deeply loves.

He goes over how it felt as if he came apart under Blaine, only to have him put him back together again with a kiss of his lips, the touch of his hands, and the love of his heart.

"I can't believe you made me feel that way again," Kurt hums when Blaine finishes cleaning him, dropping the cloth on the floor near their pile of clothes.

"How did you feel?"  Blaine asks when he lies down next to him.

"Like I was flying and free-falling all over again," Kurt softly replies, draping his arm over Blaine, linking their fingers together. 

"Again?"  Blaine says slightly confused.

"In heaven I used to fly really high up until I couldn't anymore," Kurt begins to say, recalling doing that thousands of times when he was in heaven.  "Anyways, I would stay there for some time, and without thinking about it, I would just let myself fall.  The rush I would feel; the adrenaline, I guess you could say, that would overtake me was so addicting, so freeing that I loved it; I couldn't get enough of it.  Right before I hit, though, I would suddenly throw my wings out and catch myself.  I would settle myself on the soft grass and would let my body experience the effects of what I had just done.  It was the closest I came to my own kind of pleasure."

"And now?  How did...Did you feel the same?"  Blaine's voice comes out shaky after Kurt says that.

"What we did was just like that, except the after affects, the pleasure was a hundred times better."

Kurt lies close to Blaine and randomly traces patterns on his skin; tracing lines in the scrawl of his language.  He writes the word for love; the movement of his finger swift with the lines and curves of the word against Blaine's skin.  Kissing the spot where he wrote, Kurt wishes there was a way to permanently mark Blaine's skin with the word without having people asking questions about it.

"Why don't you sleep in here?"  Blaine asks as he runs his fingertips along Kurt's spine.

"I always thought it was too big for one person.  So, I decided to sleep in the room downstairs."  Kurt nuzzles his nose into Blaine's neck, nostrils filling with the strong scent of sweat and sex and Blaine, the scents overpowering and drowning his nose.  Breathing in a lungful of the scents lingering on Blaine's skin, Kurt muses at the faint smell of him mixing with the others.  Pulling back some, he continues, "Now that you're here, though, to share it with, I am more than glad to start using it."

"That almost sounded like you asking me to move in."

Kurt realizes Blaine is right and very much likes that idea.  Lifting his head, staring into honey-colored eyes, wanting the promise of waking up to those eyes each morning

"Move in with me?" he cautiously asks, unsure of what Blaine might say in response to taking that big a step.

"Kurt, I wasn't being serious."  Blaine chuckles, but Kurt seeing a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"Well, I was."  Kurt props his elbow up, resting his head in his hand and chewing his lower lip.  "You've practically lived here the past month-and-a-half, so why not make it permanent.  I like waking up next to you, waking up in your arms that make me feel safe, and knowing that you'll be there to fall asleep with."

"I just want to say that our relationship is very far from normal."

"Where's the fun in normal."  Kurt lays his head back down on the pillow next to Blaine's, staring into his eyes.  "So, is that a yes?"

"I don't know if I can ever say no to you."

"Will you ever leave me?"

Blaine chuckles as he responds, "No."

"See, it's possible.  Besides, us living together is going to be amazing."

"Is that so?"

"Yup.  We can have naked Fridays."  Kurt giggles as he jokes, letting out a small scream when Blaine suddenly turns him on his back and hovers over him.

"You may be joking, but I might take you up on that suggestion."

"You know we'll just end up having sex all over the place."

"It could be fun," Blaine says as he begins to kiss his way down Kurt's stomach.

Right when he's about to reply with a witty comeback, the words die on Kurt's lips and he lets out a low moan when Blaine takes him into his mouth.  Although he wouldn't admit it out loud, this is one of the things he's been looking forward to, and it's definitely better than he imagined.

~

Blaine, finally, feels his body come down off the haze of his mind-blowing orgasm that seemed to go on forever. 

Kurt and him each have a thin layer of sweat covering their bodies, breathing heavy and feeling satisfied.

Feeling Kurt slip out of him, smiling as he still hovers over him, Blaine groans when he drops his head down and licks his stomach clean.

"You taste delicious."  Blaine moans into Kurt's mouth when he kisses him, tasting himself on Kurt's lips and tongue.

"Wh-where the...How did you...That was amazing."  Kurt laughs into his ear at how he sounds, collapsing half on top of him and half on the bed.

"Just because I didn't do anything doesn't mean I couldn't read and learn some stuff over time," Kurt breathlessly tells him, kissing his neck and along his shoulder.  "I wanted to please you."

"Oh, trust me, you thoroughly pleased me."  Blaine turns his head to look at Kurt, seeing a smile spread across his face, seemingly happy with himself.  "I think that might have been the best orgasm I've ever had."  He chuckles when Kurt blushes at his confession, considering what they just did.

"You're not just saying that, are you?"

"No," Blaine rolls them over and shakes his head.  "I'll have you know my toes went numb, and that's never happened before."

Kissing Kurt, and comfortably slotting their hips together, Blaine is semi-surprised to feel Kurt is already hard again and he's half-way there, himself.  Rocking his hips down, feeling Kurt drop open his legs even more, Blaine moans into the kiss at the slide of their erections together.  Blaine isn't sure what it is about Kurt that has his body responding and wanting him quicker than he's ever experienced before.

Kurt hooks one of his legs around Blaine's waist, lifting his hips and moaning.  Blaine can feel the heel of Kurt's foot pressing into his lower back as he works his hips down.

It's a slide of bodies together, skin already heated from hours before, moans and whimpers falling from their lips, bodies trembling with a need for release, and fingers digging into skin.  All that culminates to both of them coming again.  Their bodies wracked with their orgasms for a second time in less than fifteen minutes.  Blaine moves until it's too much and he has to move off Kurt.

"We should probably leave this bed at some point."  Blaine suggests out of breath as he collapses to the side of Kurt.

It's been two days since they first slept together, and Blaine was surprised to find out Kurt seemed to have an endless hunger for him.  No matter how many rounds of sex they had, Kurt would be on him mere minutes later as if he was desperate and everything before didn't happen. At this point, Blaine isn't sure if he'll be able to keep up with Kurt.

"Everything I could want or need is right here."  Kurt brushes his fingers over Blaine's collarbone.  "I have no problem staying here forever."

"One word, Kurt: food."  Blaine chuckles as he turns onto his side.  "Besides, I think we need a shower."

"How about we shower, order take-out, and then eat it in bed together."

"You have yourself a deal."  Blaine climbs out of bed, feeling his joints pop in a few places when he stretches.

Arms wrap around his chest and Kurt kisses at the back of his neck and along his shoulder.

"What are you doing, Kurt?"  Blaine asks as he drops his head back.

"Trying to tempt you with shower sex," Kurt replies, nipping at the skin behind Blaine's ear.

"Not happening, Kurt."  Blaine tries to step out of Kurt's embrace, only to have him step in front of him, draping his arms around his neck and pressing his body close.

Having Kurt's naked body against his is a new sensation, but it's one that always manages to change his mind even though he doesn't need to.

"Why?" he playfully pouts, sticking his lower lip out in a way that shouldn't be sexy but is.

"Because we're supposed to be showering and not having fun."

"Bet I can change your mind," Kurt teases, darting his tongue out between his pink lips and flicking his tongue over Blaine's upper lip.

"How?"

Kurt slides his hand down Blaine's stomach, fingernails barely scratching at skin and leaving a trail of faint, pink lines until he brushes his fingers along his cock that's quickly becoming interested in what he's doing.  Wrapping his fingers around him, Blaine groans as Kurt strokes him until he's fully hard in his hand.

Blaine gives up and gives in.  Grabbing Kurt and hoisting him up, having him wrap his legs around his waist.  "I hate you," he says as he kisses at Kurt's neck and chest.

"You...You love me," Kurt responds, tipping his head back.

"I do.  I love you."  Blaine doesn't have to see to know Kurt is smiling after he says that.

~

"I have a question."  Blaine holds Kurt close as they lie facing each other.

They have yet to do much of anything beyond staying in bed together.  Blaine is pretty sure at this point he can find Kurt's sensitive spots on his body in the dark if he wanted to.

"I might have an answer," Kurt replies with a laugh.  "But ask away."

"Why did you almost die?  I thought it wasn't possible."  He instantly sees Kurt's eyes get sad at his words.

"It was, um...The blade he used."  Kurt's voice waivers as he talks about Sebastian.  "No man-made blade, or weapon, is capable of doing anything to an angel.  The steel of an angel blade is the only thing able to bring us..." Blaine sees Kurt pause for a second after realizing what he said.  "Them.  It's the only thing to bring them down."

"But now that you're human..." Blaine trails off, not wanting to think of Kurt dying.  "But you're human."

"It doesn't magically happen overnight."  Kurt somehow manages to scoot his body closer to Blaine's.  "I'm still changing."

"Really.  How do you know?"

"I can still recall things in heaven, that won't change.  Along with me reading and understanding the language of the angels."  Kurt seems to try and think and concentrate on something.  "But my mind is getting fuzzy when I try to remember how He looks like."

"How long will it take to completely transition?"

"By the end of the summer I shall be like you."  Kurt looks at him with eyes that look like a clear sky after a terrible storm.  "And Blaine?"

"Yeah," he murmurs.

"I don't plan on dying anytime soon."

"Good," Blaine whispers, "because I want a lifetime with you."

"And you'll get it," Kurt tells him with all his heart.

Tracing Kurt's bottom lip with his forefinger, the soft and plumpness of it sensual under his finger, smiling when Kurt darts his tongue out and licks at it, Blaine wonders if this gorgeous person will ever not be fascinating to him.  Seeing Kurt lick his finger has Blaine intrigued to hear how Kurt's language sounds on his tongue.

"Can I hear you talk your language?" he asks, interested to hear what so few others have.

"Sure.  What do you want hear?"

"Anything," Blaine replies.

He watches as Kurt thinks over what to say and sees him smile when deciding on something.

When Kurt speaks in his natural tongue, Blaine listens as the words easily fall from his tongue; rolling off and sounding like music sung by a choir made up of the most gorgeous voices ever to be heard.  If he could understand it, he would have Kurt speak it for however long they are together.  Not wanting the sound of plain English to pass his lips again.

"What does that mean?"

"I will love thee until my final breath."  Kurt translates what he said for him, smiling and blushing.

"You amaze me, angelus meus."

"Semper," Kurt replies.

Blaine closes the few inches between Kurt and him, capturing his mouth in a sensual kiss that has a jolt of want flare up in his body.  It doesn't matter that they've been doing this all day, that his body is in need of rest, and not more, but for some reason, he isn't able to control the desperation he feels when Kurt simply touches him.

~

Kurt smiles at the sight of Blaine sleeping next to him when he wakes up.  Running his fingertips along the arm bent and under the pillow his head is resting on, Kurt hopes his desire, and need, to touch and kiss Blaine never ceases.

Leaning up on his forearm and kissing his bare shoulder, Kurt knows he'll never get tired of living the rest of his life like this. 

It's then that he realizes he's going to have a happy, fulfilled life with the man sleeping next to him.  Years of being in love and being happy stretching out in front of him like a path waiting to be traveled, thrilled he has Blaine to go down the path with.  Both of them together, hand-in-hand with fingers intertwined, creating memories that will leave footprints in the dirt behind them as they walk.  A jumble of memories he can't wait to create.

Sitting up and swinging his leg over Blaine, he straddles his hips and bracing his arms on either side of Blaine's head; he leans down and begins to kiss down his back.  He smiles when he feels Blaine begin to stir beneath him.

"Kurt," Blaine tiredly and groggily says, keeping his eyes shut.  "I need rest.  You're going to kill me at the rate you're going."

Kurt chuckles at that, continuing to kiss down Blaine's spine.  Placing a final kiss to his lower back, nipping at the skin a bit, he crawls back up Blaine's body and lies down to the side of him.  Leg still draped over his back and thumb stroking over his shoulder blade, he gazes into honey-colored eyes, thinking about their future, and ready to face it together.

"I'm fine...for now," Kurt says, making Blaine laugh.

"You're insatiable."  Blaine points out with a smile.

"Only for you," Kurt replies.  "Since you're tired, you should rest and I'll make us some breakfast."

"That sounds perfect."  Blaine leans over and kisses Kurt.  "I love you."

After waiting all this time to hear it, Kurt knows he'll never tire of Blaine saying that to him.  He wonders if his heart will always stop a beat at hearing Blaine tell him that.  With a smile he says, "I love you, too.  Now sleep for a few more hours while I cook, and just come down when you're ready."

"Deal."

Kurt leans forward and kisses Blaine one more time before climbing out of bed.  Grabbing his silk robe, and tying the belt around his waist, he turns around in time to catch Blaine looking up at him and grinning.

"Enjoying the view?"  He grins back at Blaine.

"Very much."

"Go to sleep, Blaine," he laughs as he walks out of the room.

As he cooks anything and everything he can imagine, he pictures Blaine and his life together, and all the exciting things yet to happen between them.  'My yesterdays without him are done,' Kurt thinks as he cuts up fruit.  'My tomorrows filled with him and possibilities.'

He sets the plate of pancakes next to all the other food on the kitchen island.  Grabbing a strawberry and taking a bite, the fruit sweet on his tongue, he frets over if he made enough or not.

"Something smells good."

Kurt looks up in time to see Blaine putting a shirt on; he watches as the muscles of his stomach stretch when he lifts his arms to pull the shirt over his head.  He knows if he focuses too much on it they won't even get a chance to eat breakfast.

"It's all ready to be devoured."

~

Blaine stares at the copious amounts of food Kurt made.  "Just so you know pancakes will suffice next time," he says, seeing Kurt blush in embarrassment.

"I wasn't sure what you wanted," Kurt admits.

"Well, lucky for you, I'm ravenous and can probably eat most of this."  Blaine reaches for the stack of pancakes, putting a few on his plate and then reaches for the eggs.

"Enjoy then," Kurt happily says.

Blaine eats a forkful of pancakes, moaning when the fluffy, sweet goodness hits his tongue.  Laughing when he looks to Kurt, and seeing his amused expression, he asks, "What?"

"Serious question."

"Ask," Blaine says taking a drink of his orange juice.

"Does it terrify you that you've found your true love at such a young age?"

"I wasn't aware there was supposed to be an age limit at which I was meant to meet you."  Blaine tries to joke, but sees the look of worry in Kurt's eyes.  "In all seriousness, if I had met you at sixteen it wouldn't have made a difference.  I'm beyond thrilled, ecstatic, ready, and many other things, to spend the rest of my life with you.  My age wouldn't have made a difference.  Why are concerned about that?"  He watches as Kurt eats a piece of fruit, taking his time to answer.

Kurt finally looks to him and says, "I was thinking of our future, and how young you are, and I just thought...I thought you would have hated missing out on having fun and going crazy and being wild while you were still young.  I thought that was something you would want to experience."

"Who says we can't experience that together."

"You and me going to clubs, staying out until the early morning getting drunk.  I've never really done that before.  It could be interesting."

"So we can do that.  We can do other things.  I hear traveling can be fun and exciting, too."

"Mmmm...having sex in a different country.  I'm up for that."

"You've become a fiend."

"Can you blame me when I have you who makes it so amazing."

Blaine chuckles as he leans over and kisses Kurt long and hard, grabbing behind his neck when he thrust his tongue into his mouth.  Whimpering when Kurt sucks on his tongue, and then massaging them together, he groans when Kurt pulls back.

"Let's finish breakfast, then I we can have some fun working off the calories."

"I wonder what that will include?"  Blaine rhetorically asks with a grin, stabbing a piece of cantaloupe on Kurt's plate.

~

"I have to admit; when you said 'have some fun working off the calories' I thought you were talking about something entirely different."

"You thought I was talking about sex."

"Yes," Blaine says, Kurt seeing his cheeks turning a shade of red.  "But this is fun."

"Told you," Kurt says as he licks his lips.

"But I have to ask why we are doing it naked?"

"I love looking at your body."  Kurt swims to Blaine, draping his arms over his shoulders.  Waiting thirty minutes after eating, Kurt walked Blaine to the backyard and to the pool.  Dropping his robe, he stepped into the warm water, getting up to his navel before turning around and watching as Blaine undressed and did the same.  Seeing him naked was enough to stir something in Kurt that he is failing at ignoring.  "Plus, I might want to have sex in a little bit."

"So, it does come back to sex," Blaine playfully teases.

"Shut up," Kurt replies with a laugh.

Pushing off Blaine, Kurt dives under the water and swims to the edge of the pool; pulling in a deep breath of air when he surfaces.  He stands there for a second and is surprised when Blaine emerges behind him.  Feeling Blaine's body flush with his, he lets him tilt his head back and kiss him. 

Moaning when Blaine begins to grind his hips into him, Kurt feels as his skin gets hotter for a whole different reason that has nothing with the sun beating down on them.  Breaking the kiss, and taking another deep breath, Kurt sighs as Blaine continues to kiss at his neck while slowly working his hand up his inner thigh.

"Ready to really have some fun?"  Blaine purrs into his ear, making Kurt even more desperate.

"Y-...yes," he brokenly sighs out.

The next few minutes are spent scrambling to get out of the pool and inside.  Once they make it inside, Kurt lets Blaine push him up against a wall and slot their hips together, and starting to rock his forward the slightest.  The slide of their bodies is made easier due to the water clinging to their skin.

"Wan-...Want you, Blaine."  Kurt moans as Blaine slides his hands down his back and grabs behind his thighs, hitching his legs up and wrapping them around his waist.

"I guess I should...do something about th-that, then," Blaine says, grinding his hips against Kurt's.

Thrusting his hips forward and having white hot pleasure shoot up his spine.  Kurt gasps when Blaine hoists him up higher and begins to walk as he carries him.

"Wait."  Kurt maneuvers himself out of Blaine's hold of him.  He goes to the close bathroom and grabs the bottle of lube stashed there just in case.  Walking back out, he grabs Blaine's hand and leads him to the living room. 

Straddling Blaine's lap when he sits down, Kurt grips his shoulders as he preps him, rocking his hips down and moaning when Blaine works up to three fingers.

Reaching behind him to grab Blaine's wrist, Kurt says, "I'm ready.  Want to...to feel you inside me."

Blaine groans, and Kurt watches him quickly stroke himself to spread the remaining lube on his hand over himself.

Kurt stares into Blaine's eyes as he slowly lowers himself down around him.  Breathing heavy when he fully sits down in his lap, already feeling the low heat in his belly and the burn in his thighs, he isn't sure if he wants to move.  He wants to stay there and just revel in the feel of Blaine and how he feels inside him. 

"Kurt," Blaine says after a few minutes, stroking his thumb over his hip.  "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just want to feel you."  When Kurt leans down to kiss Blaine, it causes the smallest of shifts in him and Kurt knows he can't hold back anymore.  "I'm going to move now."

"That would be great."

Kurt's laugh is turned into a moan when he rocks his hips down.  Rising to his knees and dropping back down, the slide and drag of Blaine in and out of him exactly what he wants at the moment.  He does that for some time until a want for more builds in him.

"I nee-...need more," he moans out.

"What do y-you want?"

"Just...Don't let me go."

"Never."  Kurt feels his heart skip a beat at that one word.

Grabbing right above Blaine's knees behind him, Kurt leans back so his body is at an angle, spreading his legs further apart and allowing the last of Blaine inside him.  Hands tighten their hold on his hips and Kurt drops his head back and cries out when Blaine perfectly hits that spot in him with the thrust of his hips up.

It's a slow build of heat that tingles all over Kurt's skin in the most divine ways.  Slowly working his hips down, wanting to draw it out for as long as he can, Kurt digs his fingers into Blaine's skin.  It seems as if hours go by; their skin once wet with water is now covered in a thin sheen of sweat, hair dripping the last of the water drops off and down their bodies.  Kurt can feel the strain in his thighs and arms from holding his position for so long, the exertion making his muscles scream in pain, but it mixes with the pleasure and makes it that much better.

Sitting up once again, Kurt rest his forehead to Blaine's, threading his fingers in his hair and tugging it tight, he picks up the force of his hips down on Blaine.  Fast, hard thrusts of his hips down, meeting Blaine's snap of his hips up, Kurt can already feel his body on the precipice of his release.  Dropping his mouth open and panting, he all of a sudden feels his body seize up and then snap.  He comes hard between Blaine and his bodies, releasing onto their stomachs in an orgasm that wracks his body with wave after wave of pleasure.

Collapsing against Blaine--head falling to his shoulder and catching his breath--his breath hitting Blaine's skin as he breathes out, Kurt moans when Blaine snaps his hips up in one final deep thrust and comes, spilling inside him.

Lifting his head, Kurt smiles into the kiss he gives Blaine.  "I think we could have skipped the swim," he breathlessly says.

"I think so too."  Blaine grabs his hips and lifts him up and off him, making Kurt sigh at the loss.

"I think we should go to the room now."

"We should," Blaine agrees, kissing Kurt's shoulder.

"What can I tempt you with to carry me there?"

Kurt nearly falls off Blaine's lap when he asks what he wants from him with a whisper in his ear.  His hot breath hitting the shell of his ear and sending a shiver down his spine, mixing with the arousal he already feels at doing what Blaine requested.  He pictures it in his head, an image that has him biting his lower and letting out a low moan at the possibilities of how it will feel to have Blaine do that.

"What do you say?"  Blaine smirks at him.

"I say you should carry me as quick as possible upstairs," Kurt wittily replies, standing up and letting out a scream of delight when Blaine picks him up and throws him over his shoulder.  "Even if I don't approve of how you're carrying me, I must say I love the view," he says as he stares at Blaine's backside, hoping after Blaine does what he does he can have him.  He just hears Blaine laugh as he begins to climb the stairs.

~

Blaine climbs out of bed, making sure not to disturb Kurt, and walks to the bathroom to take a shower.

His body feels as if just went on a week long run and the aftermath of it is finally settling in.  The hot spray of the water helps a ton as it soothes the soreness and slight ache throughout his whole body.  He can feel as his muscles loosen and relax within the first five minutes of being in the shower.

It seemed as if Kurt is an Energizer Bunny on speed who rebounds faster than he thought possible for someone.  In the past six days, Blaine is pretty sure he's had more sex than is normal for a human.

Under the hot water, he thinks about what Kurt asked him about being terrified about finding his true love at a young age.  He thinks about his relationships before Kurt, the ones that were good but never great, made him happy but never filled him with great joy, that were fun but never thrilling or exciting.  Stepping out of the shower and drying off, he walks back into the room and stares at Kurt as he sleeps.  His pink lips slightly parted, hair mussed up from sleep and sex, long, lean body gorgeously on display, lax and loose after their few rounds, fingertip shaped bruises marking his skin around his hips.  Staring at the body he loves bringing pleasure to, and brings pleasure to him, it still surprises him that he was the one to get to fall in love with, and be loved by Kurt.

Thinking back on it, he is grateful to have had those relationships, because he knows for sure that what he feels for Kurt is real, is beyond anything he's ever felt, and is right in spending the rest of his life with him.  Now he understands why Kurt let him date those guys.  Without the experience and what he learned from those relationships, he wouldn't know what an amazing thing he has with Kurt.  The love and happiness fulfilling in a way he's never had before with any other guy.

Going up to Kurt, and kissing at one of his scars on his back, he knows with all his heart that Kurt is his life from here on out.  Pushing his hair back, he kisses Kurt's temple, hearing him softly sigh, and stands up, deciding he wants to wear something that is actually clothes after days of being naked.

Pulling on jeans and a shirt, he goes downstairs and to the kitchen, starved for anything to eat.  One thing is for sure about being with Kurt, he sure knows how to work up an appetite that makes it feel as if he's never eaten.  Grabbing stuff to make a sandwich, he hums in happiness, chuckling when he realizes what song he chose.

By the time he finishes, satisfied and stuffed for the moment, a knock on the door catches his attention.  Looking through the peephole, he smiles at who's visiting.

"Hey, Jeffery, it's great to see you," Blaine says when he opens the front door to see his professor standing there.  "What brings you here?"

"Check-up on Kurt," he replies.

"Well, come on in, then."  Blaine steps out of the way, closing the door and walking to the living room.  "Just wait and I'll go get him."

"Okay," Jeffery replies, standing in front of Kurt's bookshelf and reading the titles.  Blaine sees him pull one down and go sit and begin to read.

Quickly running upstairs to the room, Blaine finds Kurt still asleep in bed, looking gorgeous.  Watching him for a few heartbeats, Blaine still can't believe that he's going to wake up every morning for the rest of his life to someone as amazing as Kurt.

"Kurt," he whispers into his ear.  "Wake up."

"Mmmm...Okay."  He sees Kurt open his eyes and smile at him. 

"Come on."  He grabs Kurt's hand and pulls him to sit up, immediately surprised by Kurt grabbing behind his neck and bringing him down into a heated kiss.

Shivering when he feels fingers drag down the front of his shirt and stopping at his jeans, Blaine grabs Kurt's hands when he starts to undo his belt.  "What are you doing?" he asks with a smile, feeling Kurt try to free his wrists.

"I want to have sex."

"We can't have sex," Blaine proclaims, not the least bit surprised by Kurt's actions.

"Why?"  Blaine almost gives in when Kurt has the gall to pout and look at him with almost pleading eyes.

"Because Jeffery is downstairs to check up on you."  Blaine lets go of Kurt's wrist, leaning down to kiss him.  "And I don't think it's nice to leave him by himself for our own pleasure."

Chuckling when Kurt slumps his shoulders, dropping his forehead to his stomach and reluctantly agrees to leave him alone while Jeffery is here.  Blaine watches as Kurt pulls on sweatpants and an oversized shirt.

Walking hand-in-hand down the stairs and to the living room, they find Jeffery sitting on the couch still reading the book he pulled down.

"Hey, Jeff," Kurt says to catch his attention.  "Enjoying the book?"

"Not really reading it considering I was there when she wrote it and read the final draft."  Jeffery stands up and places the book on the coffee table.  "Plus, I was always a fan of her sister.  Much better writer, if you ask me."

"Meh," Kurt says as he sits on the back of the couch.  "I was always a fan of Austen."

Blaine stands there and listens in wonderment as Kurt and Jeffery talk, seeing their friendship they've shared for a very long time as they easily trade banter with each other.

"Always a romantic at heart."  Jeffery stands in front of him and lifts his shirt, examining his now completely healed wound.

"You know me, can't resist a good love story."

Blaine leans against the wall, staring into Kurt's eyes as Jeffery checks on his wounds.  Kurt winks at him and makes him chuckle.

"Well, it seems everything looks good.  These all have healed quite nicely," Jeffery says as he assesses Kurt's back.  "How's the neck?" he asks as he tips Kurt's head back.

"Bruises finally faded a few weeks ago," Kurt tells him.  "It stopped hurting a few days after I woke up."

Blaine remembers how Kurt's voice sounded as if he was fighting a sore throat those first few days.  Every time he saw the bruises or cleaned the wounds, a flame of anger rose up in him at what Sebastian tried to take from him.  Never before did he have a deep desire to bring pain to someone like he wanted to bring to Sebastian.  But all it would take for him to come back from that was for Kurt to smile at him or kiss him in the sweetest way or say he loves him.

"You should be fine.  Just nothing too strenuous for a few more weeks."

"Thanks, Jeff," Kurt tells him, hopping off the couch and hugging him.  "It was great seeing you again."

"You too, Kurt."

As Blaine stands there, he hears Jeffery tell Kurt something in their language, which makes Kurt chuckle and shake his head, patting Jeffery's shoulder.  He tells something to Jeffery, turning his gaze to him and smiling; looking back to Jeffery, he talks with him a few more minutes.  As they talk about something serious now, Blaine just listens in awe and wonderment at the beautiful language, kind of wishing he knew what they are talking about.  He can tell it's something that makes Jeffery a tad bit uneasy by how his body gets a bit stiffer.

"Well, I guess I should be going now," Jeffery says after a few more minutes.  "I'll do as you asked, Kurt."

"Thank you.  Bye, Jeff."

"Goodbye, Kurt."

"I'll be upstairs," Kurt says right before kissing Blaine, making him feel a surge of need go through him.

Walking Jeffery to the door after Kurt leaves, Blaine musters up the courage to ask him the questions on his mind for the past few days.

"Um...I have an awkward question," Blaine mumbles, already feeling embarrassed.

"I think I've heard them all, Blaine."  Jeffery laughs.  "But ask away."

"Okay, so do angels have sex?"

"We're just as capable as humans," Jeffery replies.  "That's not really an awkward question."

"No, but, do y'all have greater urges than us?"

"I believe with us it is a bit more heightened than with humans.  Why?"  Jeffery asks curiously.

"Can I just apologize in advance for what I'm about to say," Blaine says, feeling strange talking about his sex life with his professor, who he is starting to see as a friend.  Seeing him nod his head and with a look of understanding on his face.  "I don't know, with Kurt it's almost as if he's a cat in heat and all he has to do is touch me and I'm the same.  I was just wondering if that's, you know, normal?"

"You have to understand with Kurt, he's been suppressing that urge for a very long time, and now that he's no longer holding it back that need is going to be great for some time."  Jeffery explains with no trace of humor to his voice.  Blaine knows he can understand what is happening with Kurt, to an extent.  "As for the other thing, it is a common occurrence for people bonded together to know and share how they feel."

"Bonded?"  Blaine asks confused.

"It's what we call it when an angel shares their blood with a human.  The results afterward is why it's rarely done; only with a human an angel is in love with."

"Is that why I felt the same pain when Kurt was stabbed?"

"Yes, it was."

"Does that go away, too?"

"To my knowledge: no.  I've seen couples bonded together still feeling what the other feels after fifty years."

"I think I can handle that."  Blaine quietly expresses, thinking it's actually pretty cool what Kurt and him share.  "Thanks for everything, Jeffery."

"Glad I could help."  He smiles, surprising Blaine by hugging him.  "I'll see you in class next week, right?"

"Yeah, you'll definitely see me there," Blaine responds.

After telling him bye, Blaine walks upstairs to find the room empty.  Walking to the adjoining bathroom, he finds Kurt in the claw-footed bathtub, humming a song.  Just watching him for a few moments, he smiles when Kurt notices him.

"Join me," Kurt says, resting his arms on the edge of the tub and laying his head on his arms, watching as Blaine undresses.

Stepping into the tub, and sitting down in the warm water, all it takes is Kurt grabbing his hand in his for Blaine to be filled with a need to touch and feel Kurt.

"Someone's desperate," he breathes out, watching as Kurt rises to his knees and moves forward to straddle his lap.  Groaning when Kurt sinks down around him, getting even more turned on when he realizes what Kurt was doing up here while he was downstairs. 

"You feel...so good."  Kurt moans as he begins to move his hips.

"Yo-you too."  Blaine groans, wrapping his arm around Kurt's waist and snapping his hips up.

The water sloshes over the sides of the tub and puddles on the floor from their movements.

When Kurt throws his head back and lets out a loud scream of pleasure, Blaine knows he must have hit his prostate.  Wrapping his hand around Kurt's cock and stroking him a few times, he watches as Kurt falls apart above him, feeling him clenching around him.  Thrusting his hips up half-a-dozen more times, he falls over the edge and comes.

Kurt slumps against him, kissing him and humming his contentment.  "I love doing that with you," he says, pulling back with a smile on his lips.

"Based on these past few days, I'm not surprised by that statement."  Blaine smiles; running his fingers along the scars on Kurt's back, feeling the slight tremble that goes through him when he does.  "Do you miss it?"

"What?"  Kurt asks tilting his head to the side and looking at Blaine confused. 

"Flying."  Blaine sees understanding cross Kurt's face, and then his eyes fill with a small sadness.

"I miss...I think what I miss most about it is the feeling of peace that would wash over me as I flew.  It was the best feeling I had ever experienced up until being with you.  I miss how freeing hit felt, too.  It was just me and no one around to bother me when I wanted to be alone."

"It sounds amazing."

"It was."  Kurt sits up and smiles.  "I'm hungry.  Let's make dinner."

"I can make my specialty: peanut butter and jelly sandwiches."  Blaine chuckles when Kurt laughs, but nods his head yes.

~

"When can I meet your family?"  Kurt sits on the island in the kitchen eating an apple as Blaine prepares lunch.

Kurt is curious to know the people he's seen and stories he's been told by Blaine.

"Whenever you want," Blaine replies, licking the peanut butter off his finger.  "But I should warn you that my parents will quickly fall in love with you and overwhelm you with questions.  My brother will probably joke about you choosing to be with me."

"Why?" he asks curiously.

"He'll bring up how gorgeous you are, and ask why you're with someone as average as me."

"Guess I'll have to tell him that I find you to be the sexiest person I've ever known."  Kurt sees the blush that stains Blaine's cheeks after he says that, knowing it's the truth.  Blaine is sexy in a way that is more than just his looks; he's sexy because of his heart, his unwavering and strong love for the people closest to him, and how he is more than just a beautiful face, he's a beautiful person.  "Even if beauty isn't important."

"Says the guy who looks like what I imagine heaven to look like."  Kurt snorts at that, pretty sure he is average in comparison to what heaven truly looks like.  "That reminds me: Do all angels look like models perfectly carved from marble?  Even Jeffery has female students swooning over him."

"I guess so."  Kurt shrugs his shoulders, finishing his apple and doing a little cheer when he tosses the core and lands it in the trash can.  "We never lingered on our looks.  We always thought we looked normal to each other; never these heavenly creatures we are so often called in stories.  It was only after we came down did we begin to realize how we looked."  Kurt licks his lips, tasting the lingering sweetness of the apple on his lips.  "I still don't get why people care so much about how I look.  I'm simply me and don't think I look any different than other people."

"Trust me, you're gorgeous and I get why people stare when you walk past."

Kurt grabs one of the sandwiches when Blaine finishes and takes a huge bite out of it, smiling when the creamy and sweet mixture hits his tongue.  "I love food," he says around the mouthful of sandwich.

"Oh, I know," Blaine teases as he watches Kurt eat.  "How much did you eat your first week?"

"Oh, man," Kurt huffs, remembering his first week down and how ravenous he was.  "If I could have gained weight, I probably would have had a little belly by the end."  Kurt pats his stomach and giggles.

"Favorite food?"  Blaine asks.

"Um...Oh, I absolutely can't get enough of cotton candy.  The sweet, fluffy, airy goodness as it melts on my tongue; I go crazy for it."

"Least favorite?"

"I don't have many, but I don't care how great all their other food is, the French went wrong with escargot."  Kurt scrunches his face up in disgust.  "Bleh, that stuff was gross."

"Favorite famous person you've met?"

Kurt lies back on the cool marble on the island, thinking about the question.  "Dead or alive?" he asks to clarify, sucking his thumb between his lips to clean off some peanut butter there.

Blaine sits in the chair in front of him and crosses his arms over his lower stomach, resting his chin on them, biting his lower lip as he watches Kurt do that.  "Doesn't matter," he says after realizing he was staring longer than need be.

"Buddy Holly."

"You met Buddy Holly?"  Blaine asks amazed, and with wonderment in his eyes. "That's freaking awesome."

"Yeah, it was a few weeks before the plane crash, though."

"But still, you met Buddy Holly."

Kurt laughs at the excitement he sees in Blaine's eyes at his answer. 

Sitting up, seeing Blaine looking quiet delectable as he sits there with his messed up hair and goofy grin, he moves to straddle his lap.  Draping his arms over his shoulders, rocking his hips the minutes amount, he moans at Blaine's cock rubbing against his through the fabric of their pants.

"You kno-know none of those people-...You...you feel good," he groans into Blaine's ear as Blaine grips his hips.  "Those people do-don't matter because...because you're my favorite person I've met."

"Fuck, Kurt."  Blaine thrust his hips up to meet the roll of Kurt's down.  "You shouldn't say thi-things...like that."

"Why?"  Kurt stares into Blaine's honey-colored eyes filled with lust and want.

"Because it makes...makes me want you even more."

Kurt kisses at Blaine's neck, nipping at the skin below his ear, and licking over it as it turns a shade of red.  Rolling his hips down, gripping tight to the back of the chair, he says into Blaine's ear, "Take me upstairs to our room then."

Being able to say that the room is 'theirs' now sends a thrill up Kurt's spine.  It has him happy beyond belief that Blaine is there to share it with him; is there to fill the empty spaces in all aspects of his life.

"With pleasure," Blaine replies as he holds him tight and stands up, making Kurt wrap his legs around his waist.

~

Blaine quickly preps Kurt, but still making sure to be gently.  Stretching him with one then two and finally three fingers as Kurt vigorously works his hips down on the fingers, crying out when Blaine brushes his prostate.

"Now...please, I want you," Kurt begs, spreading his legs wider.

Pushing in to the heat and tightness that consumes him in the best way possible; makes him wish there was a way he could stay inside Kurt forever to experience the sensation.  Blaine groans when he bottoms out; hips flush against Kurt's ass. Pulling out and thrusting his hips back in, hearing Kurt moan, he decides to do something different.  Pulling all the way out, much to Kurt's protest, he sits back on his calves and lifts Kurt's legs onto his shoulders.  Lining himself up once again at Kurt's entrance, Blaine pushes back in, leaning back over Kurt, bracing one hand on the side of his head.  Stilling for a second, he begins to thrust into Kurt with deep, hard snaps of his hips.

"Fuck!  Fuck, don't...don't stop."

"Never heard you cuss before."  Blaine grins down at Kurt as he snaps his hips forward, making him say it again.  He gets a certain thrill each time Kurt says it.  "You should say it more often.  I like how it sounds falling from your lips."

"That's because you-Fuck!...that feels amazing."  Kurt claws at Blaine's sides, leaving red lines where his nails scrape across skin.

"That's because I what, Kurt?"  Blaine asks, loving he's the only one that gets to do this to Kurt; gets to make him fall apart underneath him.

"You...you like how I say any word," Kurt replies.

"True," Blaine says as he teases Kurt and slows the movement of his hips, hearing him whine and beg for him to go faster.  He gets a good look at Kurt's body flushed and covered in a sheen of sweat, pupils blown wide with pleasure, feeling Kurt's thighs trembling from where they rest against his chest.  "Do you want to drop your legs?" he asks in case Kurt is uncomfortable.

"No, no this great," Kurt says as he shakes his head.  "Now, can you fuck me like we both want."

Blaine chuckles at that.  Slowly building up to the hard, fast pace Kurt wants.  Grabbing Kurt's knee with his free hand, Blaine thrust into the heat and tightness that is sinful in the best way possible.  "Can you come untouched?"

"Yes," Kurt responds, lifting his arms above his head to grasp at the headboard, fingers curling around the wooden slats.

"You know, I do like how you say any word."  Blaine braces his other hand on the other side of Kurt's head, pulling his hips back and snapping them forward.  "But there is one I love hearing you scream."

"Make me scream it then."  Kurt grins at him in a way that has Blaine accepting the challenge.

Blaine isn't sure how long it takes after that for them to fall over the edge.  It seems as if it's hours, building up and getting close, only to back off some, and doing it all over again until Kurt is begging beneath him for his touch.  All it takes is him perfectly hitting that bundle of nerves one final time and Kurt is arching his back and coming, screaming his name.  Hands come up and grab at his forearms, fingernails slightly digging in as Kurt rides out his orgasm.

The sensation of Kurt clenching around him has him following Kurt with his own release.  His body experiences wave after wave of pleasure and ecstasy, never wanting it to end even though he can feel the pleasure dimming with each passing second.

Pulling out, and carefully dropping Kurt's legs, Blaine falls sideways on the bed.  Body completely spent and still thrumming with aftershocks of his orgasm, he turns his head and grins at Kurt.  "That was fun," he says slightly out of breath.

"That was phenomenal."  Kurt pushes himself up on his forearms, looking down at Blaine with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

"What?"

"We should fuck more often," Kurt replies with a chuckle.

"We have sex pretty much twenty-four-seven now.  So, I don't understand the suggestion."

"No, we make love.  That's amazing in and of its self; I love doing that because you practically worship me, which makes me feel amazing."  Kurt fully sits up and crawls to lie next to Blaine, pushing his hair back.  "But what we just did was fucking, and I loved it, too.  Hence me saying we should fuck more often."

"You sure don't have a problem stating what you want.  I'll give you that."  Blaine sits up, quickly kissing swollen, red lips and climbs off the bed, laughing at how straight-forward Kurt can be.  "But I'll take you up on your request.  Now, let's take a nice, long, hot shower and then sleep for a bit."  Blaine grabs Kurt's hands and lifts him up and off the bed, wrapping an arm around his waist and walking to the bathroom.

"I love you," Kurt whispers as he wraps his arms around Blaine's waist and lays his head on his shoulder.

"I love you, too."  Blaine kisses Kurt's forehead and holds him that much closer, feeling as Kurt's heart beats against his ribs in a steady rhythm like a beat of a song.  Feeling the thump thump thump, he knows that that heart belongs to him and that song is a song for him only.

~

Lying in bed after their shower, facing each other, skin still damp from the water and sending shivers over their bodies, Blaine traces his finger over one of the scars on Kurt's back.  He follows the slightly raised skin back-and-forth, back-and-forth as Kurt just stares at him with big, blue eyes like the sky filled with love.

"You're fascinated with my scars," Kurt points out, eyes filling a bit of hesitation at mentioning them.

"I love your scars."  Blaine slides his hand from Kurt's back to his side, following the scar below his ribcage.  "I love this for what you fought for: for you and for us."  He moves his hand back to the ones on his back.  "I love these for what you sacrificed: to be with me as one and your forever.  I love your scars because they show me what you're willing to do; and that you fight for what you believe in."

Blaine wipes away the single tear that rolls over the bridge of Kurt's nose, leaning forward and kissing each of his eyelids, the tip of his nose, his cheeks, and then his soft lips.  "Don't hate what I find beautiful in you."

"After that, I don't think I do anymore.  You make every inch of me feel beautiful, and I hope I do the same for you."

"Trust me, you do.  Ever since I first saw you looking at me in the bar, I've felt nothing less than beautiful."

Kurt beams at him, moving closer until they're almost one; intertwined from legs up to their chests--which are close enough their hearts beat as one.  Blaine holds him and they just stare into the other's eyes, seeing the emotions swimming in them.  They see love for the other, happiness at being in this moment, small amount of fear over what if's--'what if he died' or 'what if he said no that first night,' hope at what the future brings, but mainly they see the endless possibilities of years together.

"We can, you know," Kurt whispers into the air, breaking the comfortable silence shared between them.

"Can what?"  Blaine asks with a smile on his lips.

"We can have our own forever together."  Kurt turns in his arms and presses his body flush to his.  Stretching his arm out, he feels as Kurt slots their fingers together and holds his hand.  "Have our forever in the time we share."

"I look forward to spending forever with you, angelus meus."

"I look forward to spending forever with you, amor pulcher."

Blaine knows forever with Kurt is nothing short of perfect and exactly what he wants.  Pulling him closer, Blaine buries his nose at the back of Kurt's neck and drifts to sleep with the smell of Kurt's bodywash filling his nose as he breathes.  He thinks about forever and how he can't think of a better person to spend it with.

~

Kurt lets himself be pulled comfortably against Blaine's chest, feeling as he buries his nose at the back of his neck and as he breathes in and out.  He slowly falls asleep knowing that forever with Blaine was worth the many, many years of waiting to be with him.  Time might only allow seventy, maybe more or maybe less, years with Blaine, but Kurt will take them and grasp them close, because any time with Blaine is better than no time at all. 

Besides, after all, forever is easier when you have the person you love next to you to share it with.