Fingers skimming down his side, and over his hip, wake Kurt; interrupt him from the dream he was of having of Blaine.  He blinks his eyes open to the sight of Blaine lying on his side with his elbow propped up, and head resting in his hand.  As he stares at Blaine, Kurt finds himself taken aback, again, at how gorgeous this young guy is.  Even with his messy curls that stick out everywhere from sex and sleep that manage to make him look cute, when he should look ridiculous.

"Morning," Kurt whispers as he reaches over and runs his fingers through Blaines messy curls; hand coming down to cup the side of his face.  He sees Blaine close his eyes as he turns into his touch.  Lips press to his palm after Blaine grabs his hand.  The soft kiss sends a tingly sensation all along Kurts arm.

When Blaine opens his eyes and turns his fiery gaze on him, Kurt shudders at how much want and desire swims in those stunning hazel eyes.

Blaine scoots close to Kurt, resting his head on his pillow.  "Good afternoon," Blaine clarifies as he leans over and softly kisses Kurt.

Softly sighing into the kiss, wanting more when Blaine pulls away, Kurt knows right then he could wake up like this for the rest of his life.  With Blaine in bed with him, with soft kisses that cause a stir of arousal in him, and being so happy he feels he might bust at the seams.  This is definitely something he could appreciate every morning.

Fingers run along his back after Blaine drapes an arm over his side.  As Blaine skims his fingers along his spine, it feels as if Blaine leaves a fire in the wake of his touch.  Kurt feels his body so easily respond to something so simple from Blaine.  He feels himself want with a fierceness that doesnt scare him.  He isnt afraid to admit to himself, or Blaine, that he wants him more than any other person hes ever known.

"What were you dreaming about?"  Blaine asks as he drags his fingers down past Kurts back, over his ass, and down the back of his thigh.

"Why?"

"You were smiling in your sleep."

"It was a nice dream," Kurt sleepily says.

"About what?"

A smile spreads across Kurts face as he says, "You."

"Me?"  Blaine pushes back the hair the falls over Kurts forehead.  Kurt sees Blaines eyes shine with a bright light that makes his body slightly tremble when they gaze at him with want.  Kurt stares into hazel eyes burning with desire and lust, and something he cant quite put his finger on.  Its something hes noticed for several days now.  Its a look hes never seen directed at him before.  Blaine looks at him in a way that makes his heart race, and pulse quicken.  "What was I doing?"  Blaine asks in a suggestive voice as he wiggles his eyebrows.  It brings Kurt out of his thoughts.

"We werent having sex," Kurt answers with a laugh.  Of course, he isnt surprised Blaines mind immediately went in that direction.  "If thats what youre thinking."

"Of course thats what I was thinking."  Blaine laughs.

"And Im not surprised in the least.  Is sex always on your mind?"

"Yes."  Blaine nods his head.  "Im nineteen, at my sexual peak, and I have you around.  So, its bound to be on my mind a lot."

"So, Im partially to blame for you always thinking about sex?"  Kurt asks with a chuckle, actually finding that admission kind of cute.  Who wouldnt be honored to be part of a reason a person always thinks about sex.  Kurt knows he must be doing something right if Blaines mind is always thoughts of him.

"Can you blame me?"  Blaine rhetorically asks.  "Youre fucking gorgeous to start off.  Youre amazing and fun, and nice.  You are genuinely a great person."

"Aww.  Thank you."  Kurt pulls Blaine in for a sweet, tender kiss.

"And you have an ass Im obsessed with," Blaine murmurs against Kurts lips.

Kurt laughs against Blaines mouth as he grins.  "I knew there was something more."

"Okay," Blaine chuckles as he pulls away from Kurt, who groans.  All this kissing and touching is making him want Blaine more and more.  It feels like hes getting small taste of frosting when he wants the whole cake.  "Now that weve established that I think about sex a lot, what was this dream of yours that included me about?"

"You still, somehow, manage to make it sound dirty."

"Make what sound dirty?"

"My dream about you," Kurt clarifies as he reaches over and traces a random pattern on Blaines chest.  "Youre making it sound like a sex dream I had.  Which it wasnt, by the way."

"It wasnt a sex dream.  Weve perfectly made that clear."  Kurt sees Blaine bite his lower lip to hold in a laugh.  Then he sees his eyes go from laughter to filled with a curiosity and seriousness to them.  "Can I ask you something before I ask about this dream?"

Kurt kind of knows what Blaines going to ask considering the current topic theyre on.  "Sure."  He minutely nods his head.

"Before we got together, did you ever have a sex dream about me?"

The blush that stains his cheeks and how he covers his face with his hand from embarrassment is answer enough.  But Kurt knows Blaine wants him to say it out loud.  "Yes," he quietly mumbles.

"Why are you embarrassed by that?"  Blaine asks with a hint of confusion lacing his voice.  "I had sex dreams about you," he admits with no kind of qualms.

"Dreams?  Plural."  Kurt moves his hand away to see Blaine after he says that.  Theres no trace of embarrassment on Blaines face.

"Yes, plural," Blaine says, not the least bit embarrassed by his admission.

"What happened in these dreams you had about me?"  Kurt will admit hes interested; it intrigues him to know.  He wants to know how Blaine thought of him before he intimately knew him.

"Stuff," Blaine vaguely replies with a smirk on his lips.

"Stuff," Kurt repeats with a short chuckle.  "What kind of stuff?"

"Very sexy stuff.  Stuff Ive been able to really do to you."

"Am I everything your wild imagination could dream up?"

"Better," Blaine answers without thought as he leans over to brush his lips over Kurts.

"Good."  Kurt grins into the kiss.

"What was I doing?"  Blaine asks.

Kurt gets confused as to what Blaine is referring to.  "What?"

"In your dream.  What was I doing?"

"Oh.  You asked me to dance.  You held me close and slow danced as a song played.  It was wonderful."  Kurt turns onto his stomach, closes his eyes and smiles as he nuzzles his face in his pillow.  He shivers when soft lips graze over his ear.

"Like our first night here," Blaine whispers as he reaches down and pushes the sheet away from Kurts body.

Kurt just hums in agreement as he minutely nods his head, body barely shivering from being uncovered.  And Blaine skimming his fingers down his back and over the swell of his ass.  He recalls dancing with Blaine that first night they were here; how he could already feel himself being drawn to this guy he just met.  How it felt to be held in Blaines strong arms.  How they almost kissed.  That almost kiss that was pretty much the end and beginning for them.

"I liked dancing with you."  Kurt opens his eyes to Blaine staring at him like hes the glass of ice water after a day under the hot sun and he desperately wants and needs him.  It stirs a heat low in Kurts belly.  And once again a look from Blaine is making him come undone.

"Me, too," Blaine agrees as he skims his fingers up Kurts inner thigh.  "We should dance again."

"Later," Kurt murmurs as liquid fire runs through his veins at Blaines delicate touch.

"No," Blaine stands up and takes Kurts hand, "right now."

Instantly, Kurt misses the loss of Blaines touch.

"No," Kurt playfully whines as Blaine tugs at him to get up, not wanting to get out of the warm, comfortable bed.

"Yes."  Blaine pulls Kurt close when he finally manages to get him to his feet.

"We could do something else.  Like have sex," Kurt suggestively suggests instead as he presses close to Blaine, purposely rocking his hips into Blaine.  Against his hip, he feels Blaines cock twitch in interest at what he does.

Although he isnt up for dancing at the moment, Kurt has to admit pressing close to Blaines naked body is wonderful.

"We can have sex afterwards," Blaine says.  "I want to dance with you."

Kurt wraps his arm around Blaines shoulders.  Free hand in Blaines being held, feeling Blaines other hand at his lower back, Kurt takes a few seconds to revel in the feel of Blaines naked body pressed close to his.  Its definitely something hes loved and appreciated over the course of this summer with him.  So, it is nice to experience it in a new way.

"Oh, my God!"  Kurt exclaims, acting surprised.  "Blaine Anderson saying no to sex.  Someone pinch me, because I must be sleeping."

"For the record, I didnt say no," Blaine points out as he pinches Kurts ass.

"Hey!"  Kurt pushes Blaines hand away, playfully glaring at him.

"You said to pinch you."

"I wasnt being serious."

"I know."

"Whyd you do it, then?  Now that spot hurts."  Kurt looks behind him at his ass, seeing a red spot forming high on his skin on his left asscheek where Blaine pinched him.

"Here," Blaine reaches down to smooth his hand over Kurts ass, "let me make it better."

As Blaine gently, and softly, massages the area of his ass that he pinched, Kurt realizes they are also gently swaying.  But its not long before Blaine is no longer massaging, but caressing and grabbing at his ass.

"Are you seriously dancing with me while groping my ass?"  Kurt laughs.

"I cant help it.  You have a great ass."

"So Ive been told.  So, tell me," Kurt lets go of Blaines hand to drape both arms over his shoulders, "you dance naked with all the guys you sleep with?"

"Only the ones I truly, deeply care about," Blaine replies as he wraps his arms around Kurts waist.

Pulled in close to Blaine so there is no kind of space between them, Kurt sways to an unknown song that Blaine sings in his head.  Its intimate and nice; two words Kurt would have never associated to dancing naked with another person.  This is something they should definitely do again.

"Ive never danced naked before," Kurt admits as he twirls a curl at the back of Blaines neck around his finger.

"Me either," Blaine laughs.  "I gotta admit, its very intimate and arousing."

"Oh, I can feel just how arousing it is to you against my hip," Kurt jokes as he pulls back to look at Blaine.  Eyes darting down between their bodies, he grins at the sight of Blaines hard cock.  He looks back up to Blaine and arches an eyebrow in amusement.

"Ive got a sexy guy naked pressed close to me.  It was bound to happen."  Blaine shrugs his shoulders, and so far from embarrassed that Kurt would even go so far to say hes pleased with himself.

If truth be told, Kurt is pleased with Blaine, as well.

"How about you do something about that then."  Kurt smirks at Blaine as he pushes his hips forward, not even trying to hide the fact he wants Blaine.  If theres one thing hes unafraid to show, its his desire for Blaine that burns bright and hot like an untamable fire that wont soon go out.

The kiss that follows Kurts words is filled with want; its all tongue and teeth.  Theres no denying what they both want.  What they both crave like addicts looking for that amazing and fulfilling high.

Walked backwards to the bed, not wanting to break the kiss, back of his knees hitting the mattress, Kurt carefully sits down and lays back.  Thighs parting, and legs hooking over Blaines hips when lies between his legs, he gasps against Blaines mouth as he rocks his hips down.

"You gonna fuck me?"  Kurt growls into Blaines ear as he lifts his hips up so his cock drags against Blaines in a way that creates delicious friction that has both of them moaning.

"Is that what you want?"  Blaine asks as he reaches down and pushes Kurts hips down on the bed, and keeps his off him.

"Yes."  Kurt softly whines in protest at Blaine holding his hips down.  All he wants is to feel Blaine, and by the look of laughter in Blaines eyes, Kurt knows he knows that and is not giving him what he wants.  "Please," he quietly begs.

"God, Kurt," Blaine groans as he flicks his tongue over one of Kurts nipples a few times, blowing cool air on it, bringing it to a peak.  "I hope this constant want for you never goes away."

Back slightly arching off the bed, a small cry of pleasure falling from his lips, Kurt knows focusing on Blaines words right now would be fruitless.  His mind can barely comprehend anything past the want and pleasure currently flowing through his body.  Trying to understand what Blaine meant by what he said would just be too much work.

"Please, Blaine," Kurt desperately begs again.

"Okay."

Lying there as his body pulses and aches with desire and need, Kurt watches Blaine reach over and grab the lube and toss it onto the bed, and then reach inside the drawer where the condoms are.

"Problem," Blaine says as he sits up and back on his calves.

"What?"

Blaine holds up the foil packet.  "Its the last one."

"Well buy more later," Kurt says as he reaches up and tries to take the condom.  But Blaine is too quick and holds it high above him out of reach.  "Hey!"

"No."  Blaine shakes his head as he grins.  Kurt sees the gleam come to his eyes.  "I think we could have fun with this."

"Yeah, you could put it on and fuck me," Kurt remarks, voice carrying the hunger he has for Blaine.  This time they are wasting over it being the last condom only sexually frustrates more by the second.  "That would be fun."

"No.  There will be no fucking right now."

"Who died and made you decision maker?"  Kurt jokes as he sits up and attempts to reach for the condom.  He groans when Blaine holds it out of his reach.  He just wants to fuck; to have Blaine inside him.  Is that too much to ask for?  Apparently with Blaine right now, it is.

"Just think, Kurt," Blaine says as he does his best to keep the condom out of Kurts hands.  Kurt feels like a cat trying to swat at a mouse out of its reach.  Its right there; so close.  But its still too far away.  "The buildup.  The holding off until we cant anymore.  Giving in when we cant take it, and then fucking until we both cant breathe.  How does that sound?"

Kurt thinks about it for a minute.  "Okay," he sighs in defeat as he falls back against the bed.  It does sound like a good offer.  "If we wont be fucking, what are we going to do?"

Blaine grins.  "What do you want to do?"

"Have an orgasm," Kurt replies with snark.  He knows hes being a little difficult, but he was really looking forward to Blaine fucking him at the moment.

"I can do that."  Blaine sets the condom on the bedside table before leaning down and fiercely kissing Kurt.

Eyes flicking to the condom just sitting there, for a split-second Kurt considers quickly reaching out and grabbing it.  He can just imagine opening and innocently telling Blaine it was an accident, and that they have to use it.

"Dont you even think about it, Hummel," Blaine murmurs against Kurts lips with a short chuckle.

Of course, Kurt thinks, he would know what Im thinking.

"Can you blame me for considering it," Kurt says as Blaine pulls back just enough to put an inch of space between their faces.

"No."  Blaine shakes his head.  "Now forget that because I promised you an orgasm, and plan on following through with my promise."

Precisely thirty-four minutes later, Kurt collapses to the side of Blaine on the bed.  Chest rapidly rising and falling as he pulls in deep breaths, a pleasant tingle all over his body, he starts to laugh.  "Ive never done that before," he says through his fit of giggles.

"Theres a first time for everything," Blaine says.  "So," he says as he turns onto his side and stares down at Kurt.  "Were you satisfied?"

Kurt leans over and playfully bites one of Blaines thighs in front of him as he grins.  Satisfied, he thinks with a chuckle.  He was beyond satisfied. "If my coming down your throat wasnt answer enough: Yes, I was satisfied.  More than satisfied.  What about you?"

"As you so eloquently put it, my coming down your throat should be answer enough," Blaine replies with a chuckle.

Stretching his body after Blaine lies on his back, the last simmers of pleasure fading away, Kurt maneuvers his body around so hes laying the same ways as Blaine.  "Hi," he says when Blaine looks at him.

"Hi," Blaine replies back with a small smile on his lips. "So, what did you think about what we just did?"

"It was...different.  Great," Kurt adds.  "I take it youve done that before?"

"Yeah."  Blaine nods his head in answer.  "A couple times.  What?" he asks after seeing the look that crosses Kurts face.

"I cant believe Im doing firsts with you," Kurt admits with an air of surprise and embarrassment to his voice.

"Is that surprising for you?"  Blaine asks as he strokes his thumb over Kurts flushed cheek.

Kurt nods his head.  "Its kind of embarrassing."

"Why?"

"I dont know.  I just...With me being older, you would think I would be the one to have done all this stuff.  But its you," Kurt reaches over and runs his fingers through Blaines curls as he mentions him, "that has done these things before.  Here I am, thirty-eight doing these things I never done.  I feel like the old guy learning to use a computer when all I know is books."

"You shouldnt be embarrassed by that, Kurt," Blaine tells him in a sincere voice.  "You want to know something?"

"What?"

"I like that I get to show these sides of sex to you that youve never experienced.  Its sexy and arousing for me."

"It must have been really sexy when I almost kneed you in the face not too long ago," Kurt sarcastically, and rhetorically, says as he rolls his eyes.

"Okay, that wasnt sexy," Blaine replies with a small chuckle.  "But when I saw how you looked afterwards, all flushed and pleased, and like you enjoyed it-"

"I did enjoy it," Kurt interrupts him; grin spreading across his face as a blush further stains his already red cheeks.  "I enjoyed it a lot."

"See!  I love knowing I showed you something new that you ended up liking.  And just because youre older than me doesnt mean you have to know everything about sex.  No one knows everything about sex.  No one does everything when it comes to sex.  Everyone is different.  This is what I know; what I do.  Im just showing you a new side of sex."

"So true," Kurt agrees.  "My sex life with previous partners was never like this."

"How was it?"  Blaine asks, sounding intrigued, and like he actually cares to know.  "Was it satisfying?"

"It was...good.  There was never anything too spectacular or amazing with my exs.  It was enjoyable.  They were all guys who never ventured outside the box, I should say.  If sex was coloring, they liked to stay in the lines.  But with you...I never realized sex could be this way.  That it could be so intense, and so fucking phenomenal that I couldnt get enough."  Kurt shyly smiles as he admits that to Blaine.  "Ive never had that before.  That feeling of not having enough of someone.  Sex with you is different.  Better.  Its almost addicting how amazing it is."

"I cant get enough of you, either," Blaine says.  "And you might think Im just saying that because Im a hormonal teenager who constantly thinks about having sex."

"And you would be right," Kurt laughs.

"But even if I was thirty-one, I would feel the same.  Something about you, Kurt Hummel, that keeps me both satisfied and unsatisfied.  In a good way," Blaine adds with a smirk.

"How endearing," Kurt laughs as he leans over to kiss Blaine.  He pulls back before the kiss can become heated; stares into hazel eyes swimming with desire.  "Im gonna take a shower.  Want to join me?"

"That sounds great.  Although, I dont think a shower with you can ever sound like anything less than great."

True, Kurt thinks as he climbs out of bed, feeling eyes on his body.  A shower with Blaine will always sound great.

"Have you always had a thing for older guys?  Or am I the exception?"  Kurt asks ten minutes later as he stands under the soothing spray of hot water.  In front of him stands Blaine.  And Kurt unabashedly stares at his naked, wet body that makes it hard not to pull him out of the shower and use that last condom they have.

"What?"  Blaine chuckles.

"You heard me," Kurt laughs as he washes the shampoo out of his hair.  "Do older guys do it for you?  Was your ex older than you?"

"Yeah.  But by only nine years," Blaine replies as he runs a soapy bar over his body.

"Personally, I think you have a thing for older guys."  Kurt steps out from under the water and takes the soap from Blaine.  Lathering his hands, he runs them over Blaines back when he turns away from him.  Fingers skim down low on Blaines body.  When he runs his hands over his ass, he feels him tremble as he releases a faint moan.  Kurt presses a kiss to the back of Blaines neck as he winds his arms around his waist.

"You do?"

"You dated a guy nine years older than you.  Then you went to me who is nineteen years older," Kurt points out as Blaine turns in his arms.  "Why is that?  Why older guys?"

"First of all, I really dont think a guy nine years older than me counts," Blaine says as he walks them back under the water to rinse off.

The water falls down around them as Kurt presses close to Blaines body.  He tips his head back slightly and closes his eyes, lets the feeling of the water cascading down around him take over for a few seconds.  When Kurt lifts his head and opens his eyes, its to Blaine having that same look from earlier that he cant quite place.  "What counts, then?  How much older?" he asks as he pushes hair back from Blaines eyes.

"I dont know.  Ten years plus."

"Its close enough.  But, I definitely count since Im almost double that number."  Kurt gazes at Blaine; stares into his bright hazel eyes that shine with amusement.  "So, why older guys?" he asks, interested in Blaines reply.

"I dont know."  Blaine shrugs his shoulders.  "I guess it has something to do with the maturity thing.  Guys my age are all about having fun and not being serious about much of anything.  Older guys just seem to know what they want.  They dont bother with things that arent important to them.  And from experience, theyre better in bed."  Blaine grins like the Cheshire cat.

"Oh."  Kurt chuckles.  "Is that so?"

"Definitely."  Blaine leans close and sensually whispers into Kurts ear, "I think last night was proof enough."

Kurt blushes as he thinks about the night before.

"Why, Mr. Hummel, are you blushing?"  Blaine teases as he skims his nose along Kurts cheek.

"Maybe," Kurt quietly laughs.

"Youre thinking about last night when you fucked me, arent you?"

Kurt nods his head.  "Youre loud when you get fucked."

"I enjoyed what I was being given.  So, I was vocal about it."  The corner of Blaines mouth turns up in a small grin.

Head shaking in amusement, Kurt pushes Blaine away and steps out of the shower.  Towel wrapped around his body, he walks back into the bedroom.  Behind him, he hears the shower shut off.  When he turns around, he is delightedly greeted with Blaine drying his hair with his own towel.  Body uncovered and glistening with drops of water, Kurt watches a drop of water as it rolls down Blaines chest and over his stomach.  Thoughts of following that drop of water with his tongue make him flush.

After staring at Blaine for longer than need be, but knowing Blaine doesnt mind going off the look of amusement in his eyes, Kurt sets about to get dressed.

"You know, I get it," he says as he removes the towel from around his waist and finishes drying off.

"Get what?"  Blaine licks his lips as he sensually stares at Kurt.

The look of pure lust and arousal in Blaines eyes only further stirs the need Kurt feels for him.

"Dont look at me like that."  Towel dropped on the floor once dried, Kurt grabs a pair of bluejeans from the closet.

"Like what?"

"Like Im the scoop of ice cream you want to eat," Kurt replies as he pulls the bluejeans up.

"I do want to eat you," Blaine says, somehow managing to make that sound sexy.

Kurt stares when Blaine runs his tongue over his lower lip.  Unable to resist, he lifts his hand and runs his thumb over Blaines lower lip, loving the feeling of the soft, plump, fullness beneath it.  He thinks about how there isnt a single inch of him that Blaine hasnt kissed with those lips.  How Blaine has brought him pleasure with those lips.

"I love your lips," Kurt whispers.  He smiles when Blaine takes his hand and kisses every fingertip.

"Thanks," Blaine murmurs against Kurts skin after he kisses his inner wrist, deeply breathing in a lungful of the scent lingering on Kurts skin after his shower.

Kurt closes his eyes and breathes as Blaines touch lights his whole body on fire with a strong desire.  Breathing to control himself, he does his best to not focus on the part of his brain telling him to jump Blaine right at that moment.  When he opens his eyes again to Blaine staring at him, Kurt knows his eyes reflect the desire his body is feeling.

Blaine must see it, because he says, "Later.  First," he leans over and skims his nose along Kurts neck, up to his ear.  Kurt gasps when Blaine takes his earlobe between his teeth and gently bites down.  "Tell me what you get?" he murmurs into his ear.

Kurt wracks his brain for whatever Blaine is talking about.  It comes to him as Blaine slowly kisses his way down his neck.  "The whole maturity thing," he answers.  "Older guys."

Blaine lifts his mouth off Kurt to look at him.  "How so?"

"You," Kurt answers as he stares into heated hazel eyes.  "Youre so much more mature than most nineteen year olds your age.  I get why you would want to look for that same maturity in another person."

"Huh," Blaine exhales.  "I never saw it that way.  It makes sense."

"Did you ever try dating someone your age?"

Blaine nods his head.

"You did?"  Kurt says surprised by Blaines answer.  "When?"

"In my Senior year of high school," Blaine replies.  "It only lasted about a month.  I realized pretty quickly he wasnt what I wanted."

"And you didnt date again until you met your ex?"

"Yeah," Blaine answers as he nods his head.

"Howd you meet him?"

"Why do you care about how I met my ex?"  Blaine asks, a look of confusion on his face.

"I just want to know more about you," Kurt says.

"Well, I met him at the bar he worked at, and where he met the guy he started fucking behind my back."  Kurt hears the anger and frustration in Blaines voice as it shakes; sees it in his eyes right before he turns away from him.

Kurt knows hes touched on a soft spot.  He should have known better than to bring up Blaines ex.  With what hes said of him before, how hurt hes sounded when mentioning him, Kurt knows how Blaine feels about him.  It was hard on Blaine what happened to him.  He didnt say as much.  But he doesnt have to.  Kurt sees the pain in Blaines eyes he still feels whenever he mentions his ex.  Now he feels like an idiot for making Blaine feel that pain again.

Tentatively stepping up behind Blaine, winding his arms around his waist, Kurt holds him.  In his arms, he can feel Blaine shake with anger and hurt.  He holds him close to dispel some of that anger; so Blaine can feel him, and feel the warmth and happiness he offers.  "Im so sorry, Blaine," he quietly apologizes into Blaines ear in a apologetic tone.  "I shouldnt have brought that up.  Im sorry.  I know its still painful for you."

"Its not your fault, Kurt," Blaine says.  "I just...I hate him for how he hurt me."

"I understand that."  Resting his chin on Blaines shoulder, Kurt considers his next question for a few moments before asking it.  He knows its no business of his.  That it shouldnt even be brought up.  But hes human.  Hes curious.  "D-did you love him?" he asks with a shaky, hesitant voice.  The answer to the question scares him on so many levels.  Kurt doesnt know why the idea of Blaine in love with someone else scares him.  Or why it hurts to think about.  Why should it matter so much whom Blaine loved before him?  Why should he care if Blaine was happy and in love with someone that wasnt him?  Why should he feel jealousy at some guy he doesnt know over the fact he had something from Blaine that he wants?  And thats when it hits him.  Right then.  Right there.  Like a ton of bricks falling on his head, knocking some much needed sense into him.  He wants Blaines love because hes in love with Blaine.  He wants the feeling returned.

"No, Kurt," Blaine shakes his head, "I didnt love him."  Kurt hears Blaine take a deep breath before continuing to talk.  "I never even came close to caring for him the way I care for you."

When Blaine turns in his arms, Kurt sees the tiniest of hints of fear in Blaines eyes normally filled with joy and happiness.

"You make me happy, Kurt," Blaine admits in a serious voice that carries a hint of the fear he shows in his eyes.  "I never knew this kind of happiness could exist.  It does, and I feel it being with you.  And even though Im young, I feel as if Ill never feel this way with another person."

Kurt feels tears prickle at the corner of his eyes.  And it amazes him, once again, that Blaine is only nineteen and saying these things he never heard his exs come close to telling him.  Hes so young, but beyond mature for his age.  "Blaine," he says with a voice that carries his happiness.  "Im so happy with you, too."

Blaine looks at him with such seriousness and hope that Kurt wants to kiss him and tell him everything is going to be fine.

"I love you, Kurt," Blaine admits with a small whisper.  Kurt hearing his voice trembles with his admission.

Kurt gasps; never expecting to hear Blaine say that.

"I might be nineteen, I might still be piecing my future together, and I might not be able to offer you much right now.  But, Im nineteen, Kurt," Blaine states with a small laugh.  "Im old enough to know what actual, real, honest to God love feels like, and I feel that for you.  I know I want you to be a piece in my future.  And I know I can offer you love and happiness.  Its not much, but I hope its enough."

Kurt tries to speak, but when he opens his mouth nothing comes out.  Hes still in a bit of a daze.  Blaine loves him.  It just seems so unreal, as if hes dreaming and will wake up to Blaine still asleep beside him.  But hands squeezing his let Kurt know this isnt a dream.  This is real.  This is happening.  Blaine loves him.  Blaine loves him!

"I know its sudden," Blaine quickly says when Kurt doesnt reply.  "I know its been less than two months.  But I love you.  And its fine if you dont feel the same.  I just wanted you to know how I feel."

It immediately clicks for Kurt why there is fear in Blaines eyes.  Why he seemed scared to admit his true feelings.  Blaine is scared he doesnt feel the same.  And that makes Kurt laugh.  For him not to love Blaine would be crazy.  It seems falling in love with Blaine was the most certain thing to happen this summer.

"Shut up you big dummy," Kurt says in a teasing and enduring tone as he laughs and fights tears.  "I love you, too."

"Y-you do?"  Blaines eyes go wide with shock as his voice carries surprise.

Kurt nods his head.  "I think Ive loved you since our first dance together."

Softly moaning as Blaine tenderly kisses him, eyes falling closed, Kurt feels his want and desire grow.  The flames of his lust stroked by Blaine.  He needs him.  Needs to be as close to him as possible.  Theres nothing else he cares about right now than being with the man he loves.

They dont say anything.  They dont have to.  Its clear to both of them what they want; what they need at this exact moment.  Both their bodies thrum with the want to be as close as possible.

Kurt trembles when fingers brush his lower belly as Blaine works open his jeans.  After Blaine pushes his jeans off his hips, Kurt reaches down to drop the towel around Blaines waist.  For a moment Kurt just stares.  He stares at Blaines gorgeous body that is all his to taste and touch, and explore.  Fingers grazing over the muscles of Blaines stomach, Kurt cant wait anymore.  He needs Blaine.

Stepping out of his jeans, quietly laughing over the fact he wore them for less than ten minutes, Kurt takes Blaines hand and walks the few steps to the bed.

"My heart is racing," Kurt says as he lifts Blaines hand and places it on his chest.

"Mine too."  Under his hand after Blaine places it on his chest, Kurt feels Blaines heart wildly beating.  "Its racing a mile a minute," Blaine chuckles as he covers Kurts hand with his.

The fast-paced thump, thump, thump of Blaines heart under his hand makes Kurt smile.  It feels wonderful.  Beautiful.

Kurt stares into Blaines eyes when Blaine rests his forehead to his.

"Thats yours, Kurt," Blaine whispers.  "From now on, my heart belongs to you."

Fingers slightly curling into Blaines chest, skin warm and soft under his fingers, Kurt thinks about the fact that the heart that beats under his hand is his.  He thinks about how the person the heart belongs to loves him.

Hand sliding up so his fingers wrap around Blaines neck, Kurt pulls him for a passion filled kiss that clearly says what he wants.

Pushed back on the bed, giggling as he bounces, Blaine standing above him with a grin, Kurt crooks his finger at him.  Legs parting so Blaine can comfortably lie between, he gasps against Blaines mouth at the brush of their cocks.  Arms wound around Blaine and placed at his lower back, Kurt pushes him down on him.  Rocking his hips up for more friction, any kind of friction, he moans as Blaine starts to move his hips.  The friction he gets as their cocks drag against each other makes Kurt whimper with want.  It feels good.  Its enough to build the want and need he already felt, but he needs more.  He needs to have Blaine inside him.  He wants him close.  As close as he can possible get him.

"Blaine," Kurt faintly pants against his lips in a voice carrying his deep desire.

"God, Kurt," Blaine groans against Kurts cheek where he pressed a kiss.  "I want to drown myself in you and never come up for air."

That has the corner of Kurts mouth lifting up into a smile.  Turning his head the slightest to capture Blaines mouth in a tender kiss, he moans and digs his fingers into Blaines back as he rocks his hips down.  Need shots through Kurt like liquid fire swimming through his veins.  It numbs him to everything else except what he wants.  It makes him shiver at how his body hungers for Blaine and his touch.

"Blaine," Kurt softly whines.  "Please."

"Okay," Blaine quietly replies.  Kurt hears his own want laced through his voice.

After he squeezes lube onto his fingers, Kurt whimpers and moans as Blaine thoroughly works him open with his fingers.  He shakes as finger thrust into him.  Pleasure simmers under his skin.  Kurt knows well Blaine knows how to stoke it to a fire, and is sure thats what hes doing as he continues to thrust his finger into him.

Crying out as Blaine, fingers digging into Blaines side as he rolls his wrist and manages to brush his prostate, Kurt is so needy with want he doesnt care about anything else but having Blaine moving inside him.

Sighing with relief after Blaine removes his fingers and reaches for the condom, Kurt takes the few seconds it takes him to roll it on to catch his breath.  His heart still races, and his chest rapidly rises and falls with each deep intake of breath he takes.

"Ready?"  Blaine asks.

"Stupid question," Kurt manages to reply in a joking, teasing manner.

"Yeah."  Blaine nods his head as he half-grins.  "I guess so."

The head of Blaines cock teasing at his entrance has Kurt rolling his hips down for more.  Head tipping back as Blaine slowly pushes into him, a small whimper falling from his lips, Kurt cant remember ever feeling this close to someone.  With Blaine inside him, in a weird way it feels as if hes finishing him; completing the piece of him that had been missing.

"I love you, Kurt," Blaine whispers into Kurts ears as he starts to move his hips.

Head turned towards Blaine, mouth dropping open in pleasure against his cheek, legs lifted high on either side of Blaine, Kurt is run over with a mixture of feelings.  Love, pleasure, happiness, and desire the main ones he identifies.

"I love you, too," he sighs back.

When Blaine starts to pull his hips back and slowly sink back into him, Kurt lifts his hips to meet his thrusts. Its not as hard as hes known Blaine to be when they have sex.  Somehow, he doesnt mind, though.  This what he wants.  He wants it to last.  He wants Blaine inside him for as long as possible.

A small moan falls from Kurts lips as Blaine repeatedly slowly sinks into him.

Its only after several minutes of Blaine doing this does Kurt realize this is different.  Where its usually messy and dirty, and things he loves, this isnt that.  This is slow and tender and sweet.  This isnt fucking at all.  Kurt realizes theyre making love.

Faintly whimpering as Blaine gently thrusts into him, his lips kissing and nipping at his neck, Kurt can feel a slow need building for more.  As much as hes enjoying what theyre doing, its slowly not becoming enough.  After a morning of wanting this, finally having it is proving its difficult to keep it PG-13 compared to what he wants.

Barely arching his back as Blaine deeply sinks into him after more several minutes, grinding his hips against his ass, Kurt groans.  "Blaine," he whines.

"I want it to last," Blaine pants above him as he thrusts his hips hard into Kurts ass.  Kurt loves that he knew what he was referring to without having to ask.

"I know."  Kurt nods his head as he winds his arms around Blaines back and grabs at his shoulders.  Under his hands, Kurt can feel Blaine shaking; knows hes holding back.  He lifts his head to capture Blaines mouth in a hungry kiss.  "Let go, Blaine," he murmurs.

Thats all it takes for Blaine to start fucking him rough and hard.

As Blaine fucks into him, hips hitting hard against his ass, Kurt barely registers the repeated sound of something hitting something else.  Its only after Blaine pulls out of him and flips him over, and he gets on hands and knees and Blaine starts to fuck him again that Kurt realizes the noise is the headboard banging against the wall.  If he werent being thoroughly fucked at the moment, he would laugh over that fact.

Kurt spreads his knees further apart and bends down to rest on his forearms.  The new position causes Blaine to sink further into him, and Kurt loudly moans as Blaine thrusts in and hits his prostate.

"You close?"  Blaine asks as he digs his fingers into Kurts hips where he grips him.

Kurt just nods his head in reply.  If he were to try to speak right now, hes sure the only noise that would come out of his mouth would be grunts and moans of approval.

A moment later, Kurt feels a hand around his cock.  Long, firm strokes bring him closer and closer to his release.  It doesnt take but a few strokes for his release to hit him.  Kurt cries out with Blaines name on his lips as he hotly spills over his fist.  The orgasm rips through him and leaves his vision a bit blurry.

As his orgasm still rolls through him, Kurt feels Blaine shudder behind him as he comes.

Too tired to keep holding himself up, Kurt collapses to the bed in a heap of pleasure and giddiness.  At that moment, hes never felt better.  Body trembling as he lies there, Blaine pulling out of him and climbing off the bed, too content to move too much himself, he turns onto his side.  The press of a warm washcloth lets him know why Blaine left.

After Blaine cleans him, Kurt welcomes when he curls himself around him from behind, arm draping over his side.

As he lies there in Blaines arms, the lingering pleasure of his orgasm, and being in love, Kurt is so happy he feels he might burst.

"I want to do that again," Blaine says into his ear.

Kurt smiles as he closes his eyes.  "Mmm.  Me, too," he happily agrees.  Anything that makes him feel that great definitely deserves a repeat performances.  Or in his and Blaines case, a nightly occurrence.  The glow Kurt feels from his orgasm, and being in love, though, quickly dims some when he realizes they have no more condoms.  "I hate to remind you, though, but we just used our last condom," Kurt reminds Blaine who groans.  "So, no funny business until we get more."

"I really dont want to buy condoms," Blaine huffs in slight annoyance.

"Neither do I."  Kurt sits up and faces Blaine.  "Paper, Rock, Scissors to see who goes into town to buy more condoms?"

"Youre on!"  Blaine excitedly says as he sits up.

Kurt holds his fist on top of his hand.  "Best two out of three?"

"Okay," Blaine agrees with a slight nod of his head, a determined look on his face.

Three games later, Kurt deals with a less than enthusiastic Blaine who grunts and groans.  Hes extremely glad he isnt the one to be stuck with the task.

"You suck," Blaine playfully grumbles as he falls back on the bed.

Kurt laughs at his annoyance as he stands up and heads to the bathroom.  Cleaning up real quick, he pulls on the jeans still in a pile on the floor in the bedroom.  Still on the bed is Blaine who seems to make no move to leave anytime soon.  "Put something on," Kurt tells him as he pulls a shirt on.  "Ill make something to eat.  See you downstairs."

The only reply he gets is another groan, and when he looks back its to Blaine rolling over to bury his face in his pillow.

"Do you still talk to your dad?"

Its twenty minutes later.  In the kitchen preparing a late lunch for them, Kurt cuts cherry tomatoes in half as Blaine presses close to him from behind.  Pleasure still lingers in his body from his recent intense orgasm.  So, Blaine occasionally pressing kisses to his neck makes him burn with want, again.  A feeling he undoubtedly knows wont ever go away.

Blaine makes a disgruntled noise; something akin to an annoyed grunt.

That gets Kurts attention.  Blaine has yet to talk about his dad at all this summer.  Not a single muttered word.  Its as if he doesnt exist to him.  Kurt isnt even sure why he asked about now of all times.  Its been almost two months of him not bringing him up in any way to Cayden or Blaine.  The thought just seemed to pop into his head, and couldnt stop the words from coming out of his mouth.

All he knows about Blaines father is the few things Cayden has mentioned to him.  When Blaine was little, they both thought it best to get a divorce since they knew it wasnt working out.  She says theyre cordial and friendly to each other when they meet.  But beyond that, there isnt much of a relationship.  Not like they used to share.  He remembers Cayden saying Blaine and his father have a great relationship.  Maybe she was mistaken.  Based on how Blaine just reacted, its clear Cayden doesnt know.

"Whats that noise?"

"My relationship with my dad consists of two minute phone calls on birthdays and holidays, and special occasions," Blaine says, sounding angered and upset.  "He basically forgot about me after he got remarried and had his daughter."

"Im sorry," Kurt sympathetically says, feeling the need to say it.  He turns to face Blaine; sees the pain in his eyes from his broken relationship with his dad.  He knows this must be another touchy subject for Blaine to talk about.  He files that away to remember the next time he feels urge to ask about Blaines father.

As he lazily runs his fingers through Blaines curls, Kurt thinks about his and Ashers relationship.  He knows he loves Asher too much to just completely drop him out of his life.  Not like Blaines dad.  Asher is his son.  His blood.  His last true piece of Carey he has left.  He could never in a hundred years forget about him no matter what where to occur.

"Dont apologize.  Not for that jerk."  A smile spreads across Blaines face.  Kurt returns his bright smile.  "Besides," Blaine happily says.  "Im happy without him."

"Good.  You deserve to be happy."  Kurt leans forward and brushes his lips over Blaines slightly parted ones.

"You make me happy," Blaine says as he winds his arms around Kurts waist.

"I love you, Blaine Anderson," Kurt says in reply.  Its the only thing that can properly convey what he feels for Blaine at the moment.  A mixture of love and happiness and excitement, and joy run through him.  It feels like hes overdosed on the feelings and will crash hard when its over.  As he stares into eyes that have held him captivated from the beginning, Kurt knows hell never crash.  As long as hes with Blaine, hell be happy.

"I love you, too, Kurt Hummel," Blaine responds back.

A quick kiss pressed to Blaines mouth, Kurt turns back around to finish their lunch.  "Can you get the bread out of the oven," he tells Blaine as he tosses the tomatoes in the bowl to coat them with the oil, Balsamic vinegar, and basil.

Sat at the kitchen island eating their bruschetta a few minutes later, Kurt laughs as Blaine wolfs all his down in record time.

"Did you even chew?" he teases as he pushes his plate closer to Blaine so he can eat some of his.

"I guess I worked up quite the appetite this morning."  Blaine smirks as he eats half a bruschetta in one bite.

Kurt blushes.  "You always have quite the appetite," he points out with a chuckle as he grabs their empty plates and places them in the sink.

"More so now that Ive been with you."

"So, I make you hungry?"  Kurt turns around and leans back against counter.  Arms crossed over his chest, a small smile plays at the corner of his mouth.

"In more ways than one."

Kurt realizes the double-meaning behind what he said.  Blaine stands up and closes the space between them.

With Blaine so close, his body pressed into his, nose skimming along his neck, Kurt feels an instant heat curl in his belly.  An ache and tingle flows through him.  And just like that, he hungrily wants him.  It feels as if this morning never happened.

Small nips and bites at his neck send jolts of arousal along Kurts spine.  It has his cock twitch in interest in his pants.  What Blaine is doing feels good, and he needs more.  But remembering their small dilemma for the moment, Kurt finds the strength to push Blaine away from him.  "I think you should go to the store."

"I think youre right," Blaine responds, knowing what Kurt is referring to.

At the sound of the front door closing, Kurt calls out when Asher yells for him.  "Hi, Ash," he says when Asher walks into the kitchen.  Immediately, Kurt sees the disapproval in Ashers eyes when he sees Blaine and he close together.  After the incident in the kitchen a week ago, and this, Kurt knows he needs to talk to Asher about his attitude about his relationship with Blaine.

"Hey," Asher replies with a half-smile.  "Cay says she wants you to come over for dinner tonight."

"Whats for dinner?"  Blaine asks as he leans over the kitchen island.

"Lasagna."

"I am so there," Blaine excitedly replies as he stands up.

"Sounds good to me," Kurt says.  Anytime he doesnt have to cook and deal with a mess afterwards always sounds good.

"Hey, Ash," Blaine says.  "I need to go into town.  Want to come?"

"Sure."  Asher nods his head.

"Cool.  Let me go put some shoes on and grab the keys.  By the way, can I use your car?"  Blaine asks Kurt.

Kurt laughs as he nods his head.

After Asher and Blaine leave, alone in the kitchen, Kurt pours himself a glass of Chardonnay to calm the need he feels and walks out onto the deck.  Sitting in one of the chairs, feet up and resting on the railing, he waves when he sees Cayden walking over to him.

"Youre starting early."  Cayden points to the glass.

"Its not that earlier.  Besides, I need it," Kurt replies as he takes a drink of wine.

"Why?"

Kurt knows he cant tell her the real reason.  Saying "Because your son cant fuck me like I want, and its driving me crazy with need." most likely wouldnt go over well with her.  He laughs to himself just imagining her reaction.  "To calm me down," he chooses to say instead.  Its still the truth, just a very watered-down version of it.

"Well, do you mind if I join you?"  Cayden asks.

"No."  Kurt shakes his head.  "Bottles on the island.  You know where the glasses are."

Cayden disappears inside for a few seconds before emerging with her own glass of wine.

"So," Kurt says after Cayden sits next to him.  "Why do you need wine?"  In Caydens eyes when she looks at him, Kurt can see a mixture of worry and fear.  It instantly alerts him to something being wrong.  "Whats wrong, Cay?" he asks in a comforting voice as he reaches over and takes her hand in his.

"I...I..." Cayden trails off.

With the fear in Caydens eyes, Kurts mind automatically goes to something big.  "Are...Are you pregnant, Cay?"  Just the thought of a grandchild running around that looks like Asher lifts Kurts heart.  A grandbaby, he thinks.  It makes him want to grin with joy at the idea.  But then he thinks about how young Asher is, and how he has his whole life in front of him.  He doesnt want him to deal with the same troubles he dealt with at being a young dad.  Its a see-saw of emotions Kurt feels over the possibility of this being what bothers Cayden.

"No."  Cayden shakes her head.  Kurt feels a mixture of sadness and relief at her answer.  "No, Im not pregnant.  Were safe."

"Then whats wrong?"  Kurt squeezes Caydens hand to let her know hes here for her.

"I...I fell in love with him," Cayden answers with a shaky voice.  "Im so sorry," she apologizes.  "I didnt mean to.  It was so easy.  I know we meant for this to be a summer thing, but...I want more, Kurt.  I want beyond this summer with him."

Stunned with Caydens admission, Kurt is surprised by the turn this summer has taken for both of them.  Here they both are in love with the others son.  Its like some crazy Spanish soap opera that is their lives.

"Say something, Kurt," Cayden whispers, voice carrying the worry she must feel.

"Me and Blaine...We fell in love, too," he tells her.  Its what she needs to hear to feel better.  Its what she needs to know.  Kurt sees as relief washes over her as a smile spreads across her face.  "Have you told him?"  Kurt asks her.

Cayden nods her head.  "A few nights ago after he told me."

"So, my son loves you?"

"So, my son loves you?"  Cayden repeats with a short laugh.

Kurt chuckles.

Empty glasses sitting on the railing in front of them as they talk, Kurt stands up after something bites him on the leg.  "Im going in.  Once I become food for something else, thats my cue to go indoors."

Cayden stands when he does.  "By the way, where are the boys?" she asks as she hands over her empty glass.

"Blaine had to go into town, and Ash went with him.  They should be back soon."  Kurt takes a look at the darkening sky and realizes theyve been gone longer than he expected.  It immediately starts to worry him.

"Well, I have to go to put the lasagna in.  Ash told you two to stop by, right?"

Kurt nods his head.  But his mind is still on Asher and Blaine.  Of course, he starts to jump to horrible conclusions.  Its what he does.  Hes a dad.

Cayden offers a kind smile before starting off to the other house.

At hearing the front door closing when he stands in the kitchen, Kurt feels his whole body sag with relief.  And when he hears Blaine and Asher laughing, he smiles.  The noise is wonderful to hear.  He never knew a sound could bring so much relief and joy to him.

When Blaine comes into view a few moments later, Kurt feels his heart leap at the mere sight of him.  As he watches him, watches how he laughs at something Asher tells him, Kurt sees theres a carefree, relaxed look to him that wasnt there before.  And when his eyes catch his, he sees them go even brighter when he sees him.

Caught up in Blaine and how he manages to arrest him to the spot, Kurt notices Asher walk out of the kitchen.  Quickly, his attention turns back to Blaine as he saunters over to him.  A plastic grocery bag placed on the counter beside him after Blaine stops in front of him.

"Hi," Blaine says.

"Where were you guys?"  Kurt asks as his heart races at having Blaine so close.  "I started to worry."

"Me and Ash got a coffee and talked," Blaine replies as he leans forward and gently nips at the sensitive spot of Kurts neck.

"A-Asher hates coffee."  Kurt bites back a moan wanting to fall from his lips.

"He mentioned that to me.  But he drank it," Blaine chuckles as he pulls back.  "I think hes going to want to talk to you."

"Why?"  Kurt asks slightly confused.

"Youll see," Blaine whispers as he captures Kurts mouth in a sweet kiss.

The kiss instantly fans the flames of desire in Kurts body that cooled down a bit while he was gone.  Arms draped over Blaines shoulders, he deepens the kiss.  Lips parting under Blaines tongue, he softly sighs as Blaine gently delves his tongue into his mouth massaging against his own.  Kurt breaks the kiss when someone loudly clears their throat.  Awkwardly standing there is Asher as he nervously chews his lower lip.

"Hey, Dad, can I talk to outside you for a second?"  Asher asks as he gestures to the deck outside.

"Sure."  With a nod of his head, and another quick kiss to Blaines lips, Kurt follows Asher out onto the deck.  This must be what Blaine was referring to when he said Asher wanted to talk to him.  "So," he says when theyre alone.  He wraps his arms around himself to keep warm from the cool breeze blowing.  "What did you want to talk about?"

"Are you happy?"

"What?"  The surprise is clearly evident in Kurts voice.  Thats not exactly what he expected Asher had to say to him.

"Are you happy?"  Asher repeats.  "With Blaine.  Are you happy with Blaine?" he clarifies.

"I didnt think you cared what I felt with Blaine," Kurt replies.

"I didnt.  But..." Asher huffs after trailing off.

"But, what?"

"Blaine told me."

"Told you what?"  Kurt hesitantly asks.

"He told me he loves you," Asher answers.  "So, are you happy?"

"Yes, Im happy."  Kurt nods his head.  He doesnt hold back the smile that spreads across his face. "Blaine makes me happy.  I love him."

"Thats all I want for you, Dad."

"Then why did you disagree with our relationship before?  Was it because our age?  Because hes Caydens son?"

Asher shakes his head.

"Then why?"

"Because he told me before anything happened that he was looking for nothing more than a summer fling for some fun," Asher responds, voice and eyes carrying a hint of anger.  "And then you happened, and...I didnt want you to get hurt, Dad."  Kurt sees Ashers eyes soften.  "I didnt want him breaking your heart.  I was angry at him.  Not you."

"He told me.  That I was only supposed to be a summer fling," Kurt reveals.  He drops his arms; doesnt want to seem defensive to Asher.

"He did?"  Asher says surprised.

"Yeah."  Kurt takes a step closer to his son who stills seems to carry worry by his stiff posture.  "But he also told me things changed for him.  I can take care of myself, Ash," Kurt softly sighs.  "You shouldnt worry about me.  Ive dealt with a broken heart before."  Closing the space between them, Kurt pulls Asher in for a tight embrace.  "Thanks for worrying, though.  It means a lot."  In his arms, he feels Asher finally relax.  The weight of worry leaves.

"Im sorry, Dad," Asher apologizes, voice carrying a hint of shame.

"Its fine," Kurt replies.  "You had your reasons."

For a few seconds as he holds his son, his beautiful boy, with a comfortable silence around them, Kurt is so glad this happened.  Hes thankful for Asher telling him the truth.

"Dad?"  Asher quietly mumbles as he pulls back.  Kurt sees as he looks down at the wood of the deck beneath his feet.

"Yeah?"

"Can I tell you something else?"

"You can tell me anything," Kurt replies, staring into Ashers eyes after he lifts his head.

"Im in love with Cay," Asher quietly admits.

Kurt grins.  "I know.  She told me."

Asher visibly relaxes again in front of Kurt.  Kurt laughs to himself at how worried he seemed to be over admitting that to him.

"I quit smoking," Asher announces, sounding pleased with himself.

"Really?"

"Yeah.  Cayden didnt like it."

At that moment, Kurt thinks of buying Cayden a lifetime supply of her favorite wine.  It seems shes great for her son in more ways than one.

"Good," Kurt comments.  "Thats bad for you.  I didnt like it."

"I know."

At that moment, Blaine comes out and walks up to Kurt.  Kurt feels his arm wrap around his waist.  "My mom wants us to go over in an hour."

"Okay."  Kurt nods his head.

"Im gonna go and see if she needs help."  Asher jerks his chin to the house down the way.  "Ill see you in a few."

After Asher walks away, standing there and swatting away the bugs he just remembered being out here, Kurt takes Blaines hand and goes inside.  "Come on," he says as he heads inside.  "Lets get a quickie in before getting ready."

Behind him, Kurt hears Blaine loudly laugh.

"Wait."  Blaine tugs his hand out of Kurts hold.  "Let me get the reason I went into town."

Hours later after a delicious dinner, and a couple rounds of highly pleasurable sex, Kurt lies curled into Blaines side.  Fingers skimming up and down Blaines side, leg slotted between his, head resting on his chest, he contentedly sighs.

"Kurt?"  Blaine whispers.

"Hmm?"  A pleasant tingle still lingers in Kurts body.  It makes him smile.

"What do we do when we go back?"  Blaine worriedly asks.

Kurt lifts his head and gives Blaine a reassuring look.  Hes thought of this already.  For some reason, he doesnt worry about it.  He knows things will work out for them when they go home.  "Dont worry."  He skims his fingers down the side of Blaines face.  "Well figure something out."

Just the idea of having a future with Blaine makes Kurts heart soar.  He leans down and skims his lips over Blaines slightly swollen ones.  "Just focus on our first date."

"Why, Mr. Hummel, are you asking me out?"  Blaine chuckles as a soft moan falls from his lips at Kurt nibbling at the corner of his mouth.

A hand planted at his lower back presses him down.  Kurt faintly groans at feeling Blaine hardening against his hip.

"I am.  Are you accepting?"  Kurt starts to kiss down Blaines neck.

"I dont know.  I think I need more reason to say yes," Blaine jokes.

Kurt lifts his head and grins down at him.  "How about for dessert I fuck your brains out."

Blaine returns Kurts grin.  "I think thats a good reason for me to say yes."

"I thought so."  Kurt smirks before going back to kissing at Blaines neck.

"Oh, god, Kurt Hummel!"  Blaine laughs out.  "Youre amazing!  Howd I get so luck?" he rhetorically asks.

Kurt smiles against Blaines neck.  Yeah, he thinks with a chuckle, I love you.