He misses Blaine desperately. Nothing is as exciting as it once was. Classes and work are just distractions that are there long enough in the days to keep him from thinking about Blaine. They help to an extent. But the moment he's home, the moment his door slides shut behind him, standing there staring into his loft, all Kurt can see is Blaine everywhere. He sees him on the couch when they talked that first night; he sees him in his kitchen in nothing but boxers as he tried to warm up, or when they made cookies together.

Even though he sees him everywhere, Kurt wishes with all his heart that he was actually there. There seems to be this huge hole in his life now with Blaine. It was only two visits from him; less than twenty-four hours total he was with him. But in those hours, Blaine managed to worm his way into his heart in a way he was not expecting at all. It's crazy for him to think that his life would be fuller and happier if Blaine were back in it.

But he's not.

Blaine has moved on, and probably moved on to his next client that has called. So, Kurt figures he should do the same. He should move on from the person who captured his heart without him meaning to give it away.

That's why when Kurt receives a letter from Blaine, it surprises him.

It's not for another three weeks after his time with Blaine is when he receives the letter. It sits in a stack of other letters when he grabs his mail one morning; no different looking to the ones it's among. When Kurt comes to it, seeing Blaine's handwriting on the front, he drops all the other letters to the floor, no longer caring for them. He holds the envelope like it's the most precious thing in his life.

Opening the envelope and seeing what's inside, he ignores it and just grabs the piece of paper. It's the most important thing in the envelope to him. Dropping the envelope to the table, paper in hand, he walks over to the bench by the windows.

Sitting down, bringing his knees to his chest, and wrapping an arm around his legs, he unfolds the paper and reads the letter from Blaine.

Kurt,

It feels like there is a million things I need to say. I would, but not in this letter. Just know I will cherish every moment I spent with you.

I hope only the best for you.

Blaine

P.S. It's all there. Every last penny.

Letting the paper slip from his fingers and fall to the floor, Kurt buries his face in his knees and cries.

It wasn't supposed to be like this. He was supposed to just call the company, meet an escort, and lose his virginity. But meeting Blaine changed all that. Meeting Blaine changed everything.

When he opened his door to Blaine standing there that first night, he never expected to end up here. It wasn't supposed to be so wonderful, and enthralling, and perfect. He wasn't supposed to fall in love with the man he hired to sleep with him. But he did. So easily, he fell for Blaine. And now it hurts more than hell that he's not here; that he's gone.

Sometime later, he's not exactly sure, a knock on his door rings loud in his quiet loft. "Come in," he yells, not caring enough to move from his spot. Besides, Rachel has a very distinctive knock.

The slide of the heavy door on the tracks is loud. "Hey, Kurt," Rachel cheerfully says as she slides the door shut.

"Hi," he half-heartedly mumbles in reply.

"Oh, my God," Rachel starts off, Kurt knowing she's just been kicked out of her loft. "I hope this doesn't ta-...Kurt?" Rachel says in a voice filled with a hint of shock.

"Yeah?"

"Why do you have all this money sitting in an envelope on your coffee table?"

Turning to her, seeing her holding the envelope in her hands, brows furrowed in confusion, Kurt instantly has a hundred different lies coming to mind. Lies of "It's from my dad to help with bills." to "I pulled it out of my account to buy something I saw and wanted." He knows he would be convincing in his lie. The words would roll off his tongue in such a way that Rachel would believe every one.

But, for some reason, he doesn't want to lie. So, he doesn't. He wants tells her the truth, so he does.

"Blaine gave it back to me," he says as he stands up off the bench.

"What do you mean 'gave it back?'" Rachel easily lets go of the envelope when he takes it from her. "Why would you need to give Blaine money?"

Walking to the kitchen, using one of the magnets on his fridge to hold the envelope to the door, adding a second when the weight is too much for one, he skims his finger over his name written in Blaine's scrawl. Facing Rachel, seeing her waiting for the answer to her question, he forces a weak smile. "I have something to tell you," he whispers.

~

He doesn't tell her right away. For some unexplainable reason (that he really wish he knew), he waits for Santana to be finished and has her come over.

Then he tells them both.

"Kurt!" Rachel says shocked.

"Hummel is not as innocent as I thought." Santana smirks at him and playfully nudges his shoulder. "Way to go."

"Thanks." He actually blushes at the compliment, as he's taking it, from Santana.

"Don't congratulate him, Santana," Rachel chastises her. "He did something very irresponsible. Kurt, you have no idea what Blaine has, or could have done to you."

"All the escorts are required to have medical exams every two months to make sure they are healthy and clean. It said on the website," Kurt informs her. It was one of the first things he read up on when he first visited the site, and knowing that made him more comfortable in hiring an escort. "And I knew within the first hour that I met him that I would be fine. He made sure I was comfortable and ready; he never pushed me to anything I didn't want. He took his time with me; he didn't rush to get it over with like some other guys would have done. He gave me a first time better than I thought."

"How was he?" Santana asks with a grin.

"Oh, my God," Rachel mutters under her breath, but looking just as interested in Kurt's reply.

"He was amazing." Kurt turns up the corner of his mouth in a small smile as he remembers how Blaine made him feel. Recalling how he made him feel pleasure unlike any other he's known.

"He...um...He kissed me," he tells the girls.

"What?!" Santana says shocked.

"He broke the rule for you?" Rachel asks surprised.

"Yeah."

"Wow!" Santana and Rachel say at the same time, both sounding impressed by what Blaine did.

"I still don't understand, though," Rachel says. "Why'd he give you the money back?"

"Isn't it obvious, Berry," Santana remarks as she stands up and pulls the envelope off the fridge. "Our little escort developed feelings for our recent virginity loser."

Kurt snorts and rolls his eyes. That's the craziest thing he's heard in a long time. "I don't think so." He shakes his head as he chuckles. "Maybe he felt bad after I told him I only had eight-six bucks left in my bank account. Not because he has feelings for me."

"You sure about that, Kurt?" Santana leans over and whispers into his ear.

Yeah, it would be something he would want. To know his feelings for Blaine weren't just one-sided would be fantastic. But, Blaine is Blaine, and he's...him. There is no way Blaine would fall for someone like him. It just doesn't seem like a real world possibility for him.

"Where's the letter?" Santana asks in a slightly demanding tone.

"What?" Kurt turns around and looks at her, giving her a surprised look.

"Oh, come on, Hummel. You really expect me to believe that Blaine would give you this money back without saying anything. Please." She rolls her eyes and shakes her head in disbelief. "I know there's a letter."

"I, uh, dropped by the window after reading it," he tells her. Watching her walk off to retrieve the letter after dropping the money on the table in front of him, he looks to Rachel. "I really screwed up, Rach," he whispers.

"No, you didn't, sweetie." She grabs his hand and holds it in hers, stroking a thumb over the back of his hand, trying to comfort him. "After what you said, it's okay how you went about doing this. As long as you were happy and safe, it's fine."

"No." He minutely shakes his head. "I screwed up because I fell in love with him. I'm barely with the guy for almost twenty-four hours total, and I fall for him. He's everything I want, and I'll never see him again. I feel like an idiot."

"You're not an idiot. I understand why you would fall for him. He sounds fantastic. But, why don't you just call and have him come over again?" Rachel suggests, trying to help.

"I can't do that. That would make me seem desperate and needy. I think it's best if I try to get him out of my head."

"That's stupid," Santana comments as she stops right in front of them. "I say call and have him come back."

"Why? So I can act like an idiot in love around him?" Kurt shakes his head as he snorts, thinking that is a crazy idea.

"The guy likes you. The least you could do is tell him you have feelings for him, too."

"I'm with San on this," Rachel says. "I say call and tell him."

"You don't even know for sure he likes me," Kurt points out. "What proof are you going on?"

"The proof sitting right in front of you," Santana answers like he's stupid, waving her hand to the money. "No escort gives up their own money to someone they don't have feelings for."

"What are you talking about?" Kurt asks as he and Rachel look at Santana confused.

"This isn't Pretty Woman where she keeps all the cash. The company gets the money; he gets a cut out of that. So, that money sitting in front of you is all his. No way would the company give him your money to give back to you." Santana smiles at knowing she's right. Kurt really doesn't want to know how she knows that bit of information. "Like I said, the guy has feelings for you."

"Kurt, now you really have to call him," Rachel tells him, giving a gentle squeeze to his hand.

"No." He shakes his head. It still seems like a crazy idea to him. What if Blaine just felt sorry for him? What if it was all said and done to make him feel better about everything? Blaine has learned to lie to people over the years; telling them what they want to hear. Why should he be any different? "He's paid to lie. I'm not special. I'm not important." Standing up, he forces a smile and takes the letter from Santana's hands. "I'm going to go lie down for a bit. Can we please not discuss this further?"

Walking away, hearing Santana and Rachel protesting what he said, he walks to where his bedroom is. Lying down on the bed, holding Blaine's letter to his chest, he falls asleep to forget all about it for a couple hours.

~

"Hey, Kurt?" Rachel pokes her head into his loft after opening his door.

"Yeah?" he mumbles from where he lies on his couch, no kind of emotion or energy to his voice. He aimlessly flicks through channels on the TV, not really caring what's on.

"Me and San are going out for a bit. Want to join us?" Rachel asks with a hint of hope to her voice.

Kurt knows they invited him because they must have noticed how miserable he looked lately.

"No. I'll just stay here and watch whatever this is on the Food Network channel."

"Are you sure? You could use some cheering up."

"Yeah." Kurt looks at Rachel and forces a happy smile. "I'm good."

"Okay," Rachel says in a way that sounds like she doesn't believe him, but isn't going to push it. "Bye."

"Bye, Rach."

Hearing the door slide shut, Kurt tries to watch TV for a few moments. He watches as people compete in some sort of cupcake competition that he thinks he could do if he really tried. Not really caring for what's showing, though, after a few minutes, and turning it off, he lies there and lets his mind aimlessly wander to nothing in particular. Within minutes, he finds himself drifting off to sleep.

Waking up when someone knocks on his door, throwing his legs over the edge of the couch and stretching his arms above his head, yawning, he stands up. Seeing it's close to nine-thirty, he figures it's either Santana or Rachel being kicked out of their loft. "Coming," he calls as he walks to his door.

"I swear, Rachel, I'm just going to have a k-" Talking as he slides open the heavy door, the metal letting out a loud noise as it slides against the track, his heart stops, and he stops speaking, when he sees who stands there looking handsome as ever. For a second he thinks he might still be sleeping. No way would Blaine stop by to see him. No way this great guy could want him outside of what he does.

"Sorry, not Rachel," Blaine playfully jokes in his smooth voice that Kurt only realizes he missed more than he originally thought.

"Bl-Blaine," Kurt mumbles, clutching the door handle in one hand to keep from falling over.

"Hi, Kurt," Blaine says.

"I didn't...I don't think I called," he informs Blaine. "Why...Why are you here?"

"They company called me and said someone called to inform me I forgot my watch here," Blaine replies, sounding like he's laughing at some joke Kurt didn't hear.

Just like that, Kurt feels like an idiot for thinking Blaine came here for him. Of course he's not here for him. Why would he be? It seems highly unlikely.

"Umm..." he mumbles on an exhale of breath. "I haven't seen a watch around here." Kurt takes a quick look around his loft as if a watch will suddenly appear out of nowhere; like a magic trick. "I'm sorry you came here for nothing."

"It's okay." Blaine shrugs his shoulders and half-smiles at Kurt. It's the kind of smile that creates a warmth in Kurt's heart, and makes him fight the urge to lean in and kiss the upturned corner of Blaine's mouth. "Besides, I should tell you something."

"T-Tell me what?" Hope blooms in Kurt's chest.

"I don't wear a watch while working," Blaine informs him.

Hope, and his heart, crash around him like glass of a shattered window. It hits the floor at his feet. And just like that, once more, Kurt feels like an idiot again. "Oh! That's good to know. I guess." He tries to keep the heartbreak out of his voice. But some of it seeps in; it laces his voice and shows a bit how he feels. "Then why come if you knew there wasn't a watch here?"

Kurt sees as Blaine thinks over the question; obviously debating on how to answer that. It's confusing to him as to why Blaine would show up in front of his door asking about something that he shouldn't be concerned about.

"Did you get my letter?" Blaine says instead, completely avoiding Kurt's question.

"Yeah, I got your letter. And the money."

"Good." Blaine lets out a small sigh of relief, smiling. "I was concerned if you received it or not."

"You didn't have to do that. That's your money."

"I did."

"Why?"

"I...I wanted..." Blaine trails off, stuffing his hands in his coat pockets and looking down at his feet. When he looks back up it's with determination and hope in his eyes, and a flush to his cheeks.

Kurt is unsure of what he's trying to say. "It's okay, Blaine," he assures him with a soothing voice. "You don't have to tell me."

"I do have to tell you."

"Why?"

"Because I...I..."

Kurt smiles at Blaine as he patiently waits for him to say what he has to. That smile must stir something in Blaine, because what happens next catches him completely off-guard.

Going when Blaine grabs a handful of his shirt and pulls him forward, Kurt lets out a small surprised squeak when Blaine crashes his mouth to his. Quickly realizing what is going on, Kurt closes his eyes and relaxes against Blaine and kisses him back. Feeling arms wrap around his waist and pull him closer, he wraps his arms around Blaine's neck and moans. The kiss quickly becomes heated and passionate. Parting his lips, he welcomes as Blaine delves his tongue into his mouth, massaging their tongues together. Kissing Blaine again, and Kurt never wants to stop. He wants to kiss him for all eternity, because, right now, at this moment, nothing else matters expect the soft press of plump lips to his.

"I came here for you, Kurt," Blaine pants when he breaks the kiss.

"Me?" Kurt says shocked. He holds on to Blaine's shoulders to keep from falling over. His mind is a jumbled mess at the moment. It's not comprehending with him why Blaine is here for him. "Why?"

"You've managed to crawl under my skin and into my heart in the too short hours we shared. I left that early morning desperately wishing I could stay. I've wanted no one but you since. Keeping that money would have only made it more real to me that you were just another client. But you weren't. You're not," Blaine corrects himself. "You were so much more than just a person I met for work. You are everything I want, now."

Kurt can't believe he's hearing what he's hearing at the moment. In only he's craziest and wildest dreams did he think this would happen. But staring into eyes he's missed, feeling the press of Blaine's fingers into his skin, he knows this is happening. This is for real. Blaine is here right now pouring his heart and soul out to him. This is his crazy and wild dream happening right now in front of him, and it feels amazing.

"I quit my job a few days after I left here because I was miserable without you. If you believe me?" Blaine quietly chuckles. "I barely spend a day with you total, and I was consumed by you. You had me the moment you first opened the door."

"I...I did?" Kurt stutters, still shocked to be hearing these words coming out of Blaine's mouth.

Blaine's answer is to kiss him again. It makes his heart soar, and leaves Kurt wanting more; so much more than a shared kiss at his door. When Kurt talks after the kiss ends it's with a shaky, uneven voice. "Is it crazy of me to say I love you?"

"If you're crazy, then I'm crazy," Blaine says in reply, small smile playing at his lips.

Letting a tear, finally, fall and roll down his cheek, Kurt leans into Blaine and kisses him. Blaine loves him; he wants to scream that from the highest rooftop so the world knows. He wants the world to know that the greatest guy he's ever met loves him. "I think I've loved you since we baked cookies together," Kurt admits in a whisper of breath against Blaine's lips.

"I love you," Blaine sighs against Kurt's lips.

"I love you, too." Kurt wraps his arms around Blaine's neck and leans in to kiss him again. "Why didn't you come back sooner?"

"I was scared, I guess. I knew how I felt about you, but I didn't know how you felt about me," Blaine tells Kurt. "And when I got that call the other day, I had an excuse to see you. I knew I needed to tell you how I felt. Even if there was a possibility you wouldn't feel the same."

"There was never a possibility of that," Kurt laughs. "I fell for you just as easily as you fell for me." Kurt leans in and kisses Blaine slow and languid, cherishing every moment of it.

"Kurt?"

"Yeah?" Kurt stops after hearing the seriousness to Blaine's voice.

"Can I come in? Because I would really love to be with you. If you want to, of course."

Of course he wants to. The touch of Blaine, again, is all he can think of. He wants to feel him everywhere.

Holding Blaine and walking backwards into his loft, the sound of the door sliding shut behind Blaine barely registering with him. All his mind can focus on is having Blaine here in his loft again; having him in ways he thought he never would again.

The small tug at the drawstrings on his pants have them becoming loose and hanging off his hips. "I want you," he murmurs against Blaine's lips, hands scrambling to undo the buttons on the shirt Blaine wears.

"Want you, too." Blaine turns them around and pushes Kurt up against the door.

Faintly moaning when Blaine steps in close between his legs, Kurt buries his nose at the curve of Blaine's neck and breathes in his spicy cologne mixing with a scent that's all his own; arousal twisting in his belly at that alone. He's missed that smell. He's missed everything about Blaine. And to have him back is better than anything he could want.

When Blaine starts to slowly rock his hips into him, the pleasure immediate, he wraps his arms around Blaine's waist under his coat and splays his hands at his lower back.

Lifting his leg and hooking it over Blaine's hip, softly panting against his neck, he whines low in his throat when Blaine stills his hips. Rocking forward into Blaine to get that friction he's seeking, he finds his efforts useless as Blaine holds his hips still.

"I've missed you so much, Kurt." Blaine slips his hand past the waistband of Kurt's sweats.

Head lightly thudding back against the door after Blaine wraps a hand around him, slowly stroking him, Kurt pushes up into Blaine's fist. Hands bunched into the fabric of Blaine's shirt at his back, he moans with every upstroke of Blaine's hand as he thumbs at the head of his cock.

Heat stirs in his belly as pleasure builds. It won't take long. Not with it being Blaine touching him, and missing him so much.

Reaching up and grabbing at Blaine's shoulders, hips pushing into his fist, Kurt drops his mouth open against Blaine's neck as he comes. Hot spurts spill over Blaine's fist as he strokes him through his orgasm. Whimpering when it becomes too much, slumping against Blaine as he holds him up, Kurt smiles against Blaine's neck as he removes his hand from his sweats, not caring when he wipes his hand on his already dirty pants.

For several moments after, Blaine holds onto him as Kurt comes down from his high. "Kurt?" Blaine whispers into Kurt's ear.

Lifting his head off Blaine's shoulder, smiling at him with the utmost happiness ever, eyes shining bright. "Huh?" he says with a lilt to his voice, feeling weightless and amazing as the pleasure starts to wane off.

Blaine closes what little space there is between their mouths. Sighing as Blaine tenderly kisses him, fluttering his eyes closed, Kurt parts his lips and welcomes the thrust of Blaine's tongue into his mouth. Massaging his tongue against Blaine's, Kurt already feels desire unfurling in his belly.

"Let's go to my room," Kurt suggests as he starts to push Blaine's coat off his shoulders.

"Okay." Blaine smiles as he nods his head, tugging at Kurt's sweats.

By the time they make it to the bedroom, both of them are naked and Kurt's ready to go again. Which isn't a surprise since he's missed Blaine, and the hunger for him is all he knows at the moment.

Sitting on the end of the bed, Blaine standing between his legs, Kurt--without warning--leans in and takes the tip of Blaine's cock into his mouth. Never having done this before, and curious, he gives a small suck to Blaine's cock. It's not as bad as he thought it would be. Blaine is heavy on his tongue in a good way, but big in his mouth. Kurt knows if he tries to take more it might end disastrous for him. So giving a suck, flicking his tongue over the head, he moans around Blaine's dick, hearing him groan above him.

"K-Kurt," Blaine says with a slightly wavering voice as he pushes Kurt away.

"I'm sorry," Kurt apologizes; his voice a bit rougher than before. He looks up at Blaine with wide, shining eyes, and spreads his lips, now with a red tint to them, into a smile. "I know that wasn't very good. I was just curious to how you would feel in my mouth."

"It's fine, Kurt. Don't apologize." Blaine leans down and kisses Kurt, gently delving his tongue past his parted lips. "It was good."

"I want it to be better."

"I'll teach you." Blaine starts to quietly chuckle after he says that, eyes filled with amusement, and shining bright.

"What?" Kurt smiles, enjoying hearing the sound of Blaine's laugh again.

"I never thought I'd give a lesson on how to give a blowjob," Blaine says with a snicker. "How to Suck 101."

"Well then," Kurt lies back on the bed and gazes up at Blaine, smirking as he arches an eyebrow, "you should know I take direction very well. And that I don't mind practicing a lot to get better."

"Then you should know I give very good directions," Blaine replies with a sly smirk.

That makes Kurt think about all the things he still gets to learn about Blaine. There's secrets and memories and little mannerisms he still has to learn. There's a whole lot more to Blaine for him to discover. It's like he's only seen a handful of pictures, and there's still a whole photo album to go through. But he doesn't mind that. He looks forward to knowing every story there is that makes up the man he loves. Because Kurt, somehow, knows those stories will make him love Blaine more.

Getting serious once again, Kurt lifts his head up and brushes his lips over Blaine's, flicking his tongue over his top lip. "I want you inside me," he softly murmurs against Blaine's lips, voice calm and filled with desire.

Blaine breathes out a soft okay before reaching over into the drawer. Kurt drops his knees to the bed, more exposed than he's ever felt in his life as Blaine sits up on his knees and stares down at him. "God! Every inch of you is beautiful."

Kurt blushes at Blaine's words. It makes him think of that first night with Blaine where he showed him just how true those words are. He can still feel ever press of Blaine's lips to his body as he kissed every inch of him; can still feel as everything Blaine told him sank into his skin and made him change how he saw himself. "Please," he quietly begs as he barely lifts his hips. "Want you."

Blaine works him open with his fingers. First one, then two. Deep, gentle thrust of his fingers that stretch him open. By the time he's gently thrusting in with three, twisting his wrist and dragging his fingers over Kurt's prostate, Kurt is working his hips down on the three digits desperate for more.

"Okay," Blaine replies after Kurt says he needs him, grabbing for a condom from the ones left over from last time he was there.

Watching Blaine tear open the condom and roll it on, Kurt feels his heart race and stomach twist with heat at knowing this is really happening. Blaine is really here and about to be inside him again. The only way he ever saw this happening again was either in his dreams, or he doled out more cash to have Blaine come over. But having Blaine here of his own free will makes this so much better. Having him here because he wants to be here makes this moment special. This will be them together because they want to be, and not because one is being paid to be there. It will be the first time it's truly them together without any kind of reason between them; other than love, of course.

Nodding his head when Blaine asks if he's ready, Kurt drops open his legs a bit more as he sees Blaine reach down and start to guide himself to his entrance.

Burying his face in the slope of Blaine's neck and gasping, lifting his right leg higher, Kurt muffles his moans as Blaine pushes into him. The stretch and pull of Blaine into his body is familiar. Almost like a song he's heard. He knows it, heard it before; but it's still exciting and amazing to hear.

"Fuck, Kurt," Blaine groans. He turns his head to capture Kurt's mouth in a kiss to distract him from the slight pain as he sheaths himself in the glorious heat and tightness of Kurt's body; his hips hitting the curve of Kurt's ass.

The curse word on Blaine's tongue sends a spark of arousal through Kurt. It has him closing his eyes and moaning. Hearing Blaine curse only has want for him grow. It feels amazing to have Blaine inside him and filling him up once again. He never wants to go again without it.

Blaine lifts his head after a couple moments and gazes down at Kurt. "What do you want?"

"You," Kurt replies without thinking or hesitating on the answer.

"In case you didn't know," Blaine leans down and whispers into Kurt's ear, "I'm already yours."

Mouth dropping open when Blaine minutely rolls his hips into him, enough to create embers of pleasure under his skin, Kurt lifts his hips up for more. He turns his head to capture Blaine's mouth in a heated kiss. "Don't stop," he pants against Blaine's lips. "Please."

Blaine listens. He starts a slow, steady rhythm of moving his hips. They're just gentle rocks of his hips into Kurt that have them both releasing breathless moans, already panting. It's not much, but it's enough to have eagerness and want for more to grow. Blaine continues to move, pushing in deeper and deeper with each small, slow rock of his hips against Kurt's ass.

As Kurt sighs, loving the feeling of pleasure just barely sizzling under his skin from what Blaine is doing, he can't believe he's here right now. It's crazy for him to think that less than twenty-four hours before he was alone, and thinking Blaine would never love him like he loves him. But here he is now. Right now, he has the man he loves making sweet, slow love to him at the moment. This is definitely not how he saw his night ending when he woke up this morning.

"I can't believe you're here," Kurt murmurs as he smiles up at Blaine, parting his lips around a small moan when Blaine gently thrust in.

"I'm so glad I'm here." Blaine leans down and tenderly kisses Kurt, rocking his hips into him. "I love you."

Hearing Blaine say those words makes Kurt's heart soar with love. "I love you, too."

For several more minutes, Blaine slowly rocks his hips into him. Kurt rolls his hips down, already hungry for more. "Please," he whispers, desperation for more dripping from his voice.

"You sure?" Blaine asks to be positive, knowing what Kurt is referring to without having to ask.

Kurt nods his head in reply.

Blaine shoves his arm under Kurt and grips at his shoulder. Kurt knows there will be light bruises there from where he's holding him, but he doesn't care. He'll enjoy being marked by Blaine. Feeling him pull hips back until he's almost all the way out, he softly moans as Blaine slowly sinks back in to him. Kurt pants and moans beneath Blaine as he does it over and over again.

The thrust of Blaine's hips pick up in speed. Kurt releases a mixture of moans and whimpers as Blaine starts to thrust into him harder with each snap of his hips. He lifts his hips up to meet each deep thrust of Blaine into him. It quickly becomes less about taking it slow, and more about enjoying the each other's bodies. It becomes about making the other feel good; give what they have both been missing since they last saw each other.

One leg hooked over Blaine's hip, the other dragging across the back of Blaine's left thigh, hands raking across his back, Kurt releases deep moans as Blaine fucks into him. Hard, deep snaps of his hips bring him closer and closer to his release. When Blaine pulls back and angles his hips, Kurt loudly cries out as he hits his prostate. "There," he moans as he works his hips down, digging his fingers into Blaine's back. "Right there."

Waves of white hot pleasure roll through Kurt every time Blaine thrust in and hits his prostate. Each thrust has the heat and pressure building. He's so close to that wonderful release he seeks. And with one final hard snap of Blaine's hips, he feels his resolve snap.

Kurt throws his head back, back arching off the bed, and screams as he comes untouched between their bellies. Crying out with Blaine's name on his lips, delicious pleasure washes over him as he spills onto his belly. Kurt whimpers as Blaine fucks him through his orgasm.

Feeling Blaine nuzzle his face in the curve of his neck, kissing at the skin, Kurt faintly moans as he continues to thrust into him. A handful of thrusts later, he sighs as Blaine stutters his hips and experiences his release.

Clinging to Blaine in his post orgasm daze, as if terrified he might leave if he lets him go, feeling warm breath hitting his neck as Blaine breathes out, Kurt closes his eyes and just lets himself be in this moment. The feeling of Blaine still inside him, breathing him in, the spicy cologne he wants to smell for the rest of his life, he lets complete happiness take over him. Here, in Blaine's arms, here is where he's meant, and wants, to be. And he wants Blaine to know that; know how he feels. So opening his mouth, he speaks above a whisper. "Stay with me forever."

On an exhale of a deep breath, Blaine softly repeats, "Forever."