"Remind me again about this place we're going to?" Kurt asks he sits in the passenger seat of Blaine's car. He has his feet up on the dash and he pulls a packet of gum from his pockets, unwrapping one and putting it in his mouth.

It's early in the morning and they are headed to some apartment in the city Blaine says he knows about. The night before, John and Sarah left and Kurt was so eager and excited to be leaving with Blaine that he had trouble sleeping. He knows he could have spent the night with Blaine, but he told him it would be better if they rested so they weren't tired the next day.

"My dad has an apartment in the city, right? Now, you might be wondering why he has it?" Kurt nods his head at the question, waiting for Blaine to continue. "Well, he's been having an affair with somebody from his office."

"No shit!" Kurt says shocked, almost swallowing and choking on his gum.

"Yeah," Blaine says with a laugh. "It's been going on for about two years with this new woman. Her name is Avery."

"How do you know that?"

"I heard him talking to her on the phone months ago." Blaine stops at the red light, tapping his fingers against the wheel. "He cares for her, I can tell. That's what the place is for. It's where they go to be together. I snuck around in his office when he was gone one day and found the address and key; I made a copy."

"Your mom? Does she know?"

"If she does, I can't tell you. She hides it well if she knows."

Thinking about what he just found out from Blaine as he starts to drive again, Kurt is astounded a secret that big was able to be kept from him. He never even figured John to be the type to step out on Sarah; he guesses it goes to show that you never really know everything about a person.

"Do you think he loves her?" he curiously asks.

"Yeah," Blaine responds as he nods his head. "But he'll never leave my mom."

"Why?"

"Moral obligation. He doesn't want to do that to her. Has to keep up the charade of being a happily married couple still very much in love."

"Crazy what lengths people will go to hide something," Kurt remarks.

The rest of the drive is quiet, but filled with an energy that buzzes around them. It has Kurt anticipating getting to the apartment and taking that last step there is left for him in his sex life.

Stopping in front of a very fancy building, Kurt follows Blaine inside and into an elevator. Taking his hand, he squeezes it and smiles at him. Walking off the elevator with him when it dings and the doors open, they stop in front of a door. He waits as Blaine pulls a key from his pocket and unlocks the door.

Stepping into the luxurious apartment, Kurt looks around and can't believe that John uses this to have an affair. Hearing the alarm going off, Kurt looks over to see Blaine punching in a four digit code. "You know the code?" he asks a bit surprised.

"Not really," Blaine replies with a small chuckle. "But my dad isn't very creative when he chooses numbers. Took a wild guess, and I was right. It was the last four numbers of his social."

"So," he says with a small laugh. "This is your dad's love shack? This is where he does the dirty on the down low?" Kurt laughs at the face Blaine makes.

"Eww. Anything that provides that visual in my head, please refrain from saying it." Blaine smiles at him, placing the key on a table next to the lamp. "So..."

"So..." Kurt repeats, gazing at Blaine.

"Are we doing this? I mean are you sure?" Blaine asks as he fidgets with the zipper of his jacket.

"Am I sure I want you to fuck me?" Kurt asks; Blaine nodding his head yes. "Yeah, I'm sure. Unless you're not sure?"

"No! No, I'm just...nervous."

"Don't be." Kurt takes Blaine's hand, grabbing what they'll need from his bag and walking up the stairs to the second level of the apartment.

Reaching the top of the staircase and looking around, Kurt has to give it to John. The whole second level's walls have been knocked down and leaving a big open space turned into a giant bedroom, a door near the bed the only one remaining. Kurt easily guess it to be the bathroom. The huge king size bed at one end of the room is only one of a few pieces of furniture up there. Against one wall is a dresser, an armoire against another, a chaise lounge near where he stands still holding Blaine's hand, and a few chairs. Kurt immediately knows this room isn't meant for a nice flare of decoration, but to forget everything and have sex.

"I have to say, it's very nice." Kurt takes his jacket off and drops it on the floor. "It has a loft kind of feeling to it." Walking across the room to the bed, tossing the supplies on the bed, he lies back on it, sighing at how soft it is. Spreading his legs so Blaine can stand between them, he stares up at him, feeling a blush begin to stain his cheeks at how Blaine is looking at him like he wants to devour him. "You just gonna stare, or are you going to fuck me?"

"Since you asked so nicely," Blaine jokes, slipping his jacket off. "You sure?"

"Yup." Kurt nods his head.

Sitting up and grabbing the hem of his shirt, Kurt pulls it over his head and drops it to the floor as Blaine does the same. Lying back down and undoing his jeans, he lifts his hips when Blaine slides his fingers into his waistband and tugs his jeans and underwear off. Kicking off his boots, Kurt pushes his jeans off from around his ankles.

Grinning as he sits up again, Kurt works Blaine's jeans open and pushes them off his hips along with his underwear. Scooting back on the bed, sighing as Blaine kisses along the length of his body as he crawls up to him; Kurt can feel the butterflies in his stomach at how nervous he is. But he knows without a doubt that this is right.

Grabbing the bottle, Kurt flicks the cap open and squeezes some onto Blaine's fingers. Moaning as Blaine slowly stretches him, knowing he's being thorough since it's his first time bottoming. Fingers stretch and send small sparks of pleasure along his spine when Blaine barely brushes his prostate. He feels empty when Blaine pulls them out, but knowing that emptiness is about to be filled in a different way.

"Are you su-"

"Blaine Anderson!" Kurt playfully yells. "If you ask me if I'm sure one more time I'm going to scream. I've been waiting for this for four years. So, yes, I'm sure." Getting confused when Blaine rolls off him and lies beside him, he lies on his side and faces him. "What? Did I say something wrong?"

"What do you mean you waited four years for this?" Blaine looks at him with a glimmer of happiness in his eyes.

"I..." Kurt takes a deep breath before saying his next words. "I always wanted it to be you...that I bottomed with first. So, after that night, I never let anybody because I was waiting for you, not even knowing if it would ever happen. Now that we're doing this, I'm more than ready for you to be my first." Kurt doesn't add that he hopes Blaine is his last. But he also knows even if this ends, he won't do it for anyone else.

"Wow!" Blaine huffs. "Way to make a man more nervous than he already is."

"Don't be nervous. You'll be great."

"Yeah," Blaine sighs. "Says the guy who made my first time fucking amazing."

Kurt bites his lower lip and grins at that, getting a bit of an ego boost at Blaine telling him that. "Blaine," he says in a comforting tone as he cups the side of Blaine's face and strokes his thumb over his cheek. "Don't worry about all that. You making it amazing doesn't matter to me. I'll be happy with good. I just want you inside me."

Moaning when Blaine captures his lips in a deep and sensual kiss, Kurt lets him roll him onto his back. Holding the pillow beneath him, he watches as Blaine leans over on the bed to grab one of the condoms at the edge of the mattress. Hearing him tear it open, Kurt takes notice of his heart picking up its pace in his chest at the knowledge of what is about to happen.

"Ready?" Blaine kindly asks as he hovers over him again and kisses his temple.

"Yes."

Kurt takes in a sharp breath when Blaine starts to push past the first ring of muscles. Clutching his hands in the pillow and closing his eyes, he breathes through the slight pain, smiling when Blaine presses a gentle kiss to his forehead.

"You okay?" Blaine asks as he continues to gently rock his hips forward into him.

"Yeah," Kurt says as he nods his head and stares up at Blaine. "It's just...different." He breathes and relaxes around Blaine as he still slowly pushes in. Closing his eyes when a final thrust of Blaine's hips has him pressed flush against his ass Kurt takes a few deep breaths until the slight pain dissipates.

He knew when he would finally bottom--only under the circumstances of right now--that it wouldn't come without some pain. That's why when he first slept with Blaine, he wanted to make sure he was gentle with him, was careful; he didn't want to hurt him. He loves Blaine for being just as gentle to him as he was with him.

"Kurt," Blaine's voice pulls him out of his head, "look at me." He opens his eyes only to find Blaine watching him with a worried look in his eyes. "We can stop," he informs him.

"No." Kurt shakes his head. "I just needed a few seconds."

"Okay."

Staring into Blaine's gorgeous eyes, Kurt lets out a soft moan when Blaine starts to move his hips. The movements are slow and gentle to start off. Having Blaine inside him after waiting for it for so long feels so surreal to Kurt that he wonders what he did right to be able to experience this, finally.

"Talk to me, Blaine," Kurt murmurs, wanting to make certain this real and not some vivid dream he is having.

"My god," Blaine drops his head and pants into his ear. "You feel amazing."

Kurt smiles at that, tipping his head back and parting his lips around a moan when Blaine picks up his pace. It's not fast, just yet, but it's enough for Kurt to feel the embers of pleasure start to form in his body.

"You feel amazing, too." Kurt lifts his legs higher on either side of Blaine and tilts his hips up, getting more of Blaine inside him. He wraps his arms around Blaine's back and clutches at his shoulders, digging his fingers in as Blaine continues to thrust into him.

The feeling of having another person inside him, especially since that person is Blaine, is so arousing and sensual and intimate that Kurt is happy he waited for Blaine. He knows at any time he could have given up hope of Blaine being with him and done this with whoever he wanted. But now...Now, with Blaine, he knows the waiting was worth it in the end.

"I'm glad it's you, Blaine," he voices his thoughts, panting into Blaine's ear. "I'm glad I waited to experience this with you."

The next thing Kurt knows he's being kissed with a hunger that excites him. The kiss is all tongue and teeth and seems to change the pace at which they're going. All of a sudden Blaine is thrusting into him with hard snaps of his hips. Kurt opens his legs as much as he can and whines low in his throat.

When Blaine pushes up and plants his hands on either side of his head, Kurt lets out a cry of pleasure when he tilts his hips up and Blaine thrust in and hits his prostate. It sends white, hot pleasure all through him and starts a coiling heat in his belly.

"I'm...I'm close, Blaine," he pants.

Moaning into the kiss Blaine gives him after he drops to his forearms, Kurt lifts his hips up into Blaine's fist when he wraps it around him. A few strokes of Blaine's hand and Kurt is spilling over his fist and onto his stomach.

Experiencing waves of pleasure, and riding it out, Kurt is so blissed out he barely notices as Blaine thrust hard a few more times and experience his own release. Just lying there as they catch their breath, afterwards, Blaine lying on top of him, Kurt is pretty sure Blaine could ask him to run naked down the street and he would he is so happy.

His body still thrums with the aftershocks of pleasure like an earthquake, just when he thinks it's fully over one more jolt will run through him and have him moaning low in his throat.

Wincing when Blaine pulls out a few moments later, already feeling a slight pain in his body, Kurt watches as Blaine pulls the condom off and stands up and walks to the bathroom. Lying there, and feeling like he's floating on a cloud, Kurt doesn't hold back his smile at the giddiness he feels. He feels like a kid who just discovered cake for the first time; and now that he has, he wants as much as he can have.

Staring up at Blaine with what he is sure is a goofy grin on his face, Kurt lazily drags his fingers along Blaine's arm as he cleans his stomach. Turing onto his stomach after Blaine tosses the tissues into the trash, he

"How do you feel?" Blaine kisses at his shoulder, stroking his thumb over where his lips were just pressed.

"Like I just go fucked in the ass for the first time." Grinning at Blaine, Kurt closes the space between them and gives him a peck on the lips.

"Always so eloquent."

"Well, most of my body is sore, my ass hurts, and I'm hungry. But, all that aside, I love it immensely. It was much better than when I let myself imagine."

"So, it was good?" Blaine sheepishly asks.

"It was great, honestly." Kurt nuzzles his nose against Blaine's cheek when he smiles at that. Sitting up and pushing Blaine onto his back, he straddles him and slowly begins to roll his hips down. "Now, let's try for amazing."

"I thought you were hungry?"

"We can eat later."

~

Falling back against the end of the bed in a heap of breathlessness and loose limbs with pleasure still coursing through his body, Kurt can't fight the huge grin on his face.

"How was that?" Blaine cockily asks.

"I...I think I just died," Kurt responds with a shaky voice filled with pure happiness.

It's been a few hours since they got here and they have yet to leave the bed, and Kurt's pretty sure he just had his brains fucked out. Not that he minds in the least.

Blaine just chuckles and moves to his side, gazing down at Kurt. "So, can you say it was amazing?"

"Blaine," Kurt tries to say with a bit of sternness to his voice, but only managing to sound out of breath. "I just had the greatest orgasm anybody could have. That was far from amazing; it was totally something I can't even put a word to."

He tries to lift his arm to pat Blaine's cheek, but finding it feels like it weighs a thousand pounds. He figures he'll need a few hours to recuperate after what Blaine just did to him. Giggling at how amazing he still feels, he looks over to Blaine to find him on propped up on his elbows staring at him with a grin. "What?" he asks

"Nothing," Blaine responds, slightly shaking his head. "I'm just proud to know I did that to you."

"Well," Kurt says with an air of giddiness to his voice. "You can do that to me again anytime you want." Kurt manages to scoot over to Blaine, pressing into his side. "In fact," he says. "How about after I take a nap, we go again?"

"Can't do," Blaine tells him, getting Kurt confused. "We're going out tonight."

"Really? Where?" Kurt asks intrigued.

"It's a surprise." Blaine smiles and kisses him, making Kurt sigh.

When he pulls away, Kurt lies back on the bed and gets comfortable, instantly feeling his eyes get heavy and sleep overtake him.

~

The lights of the street lamps lining the sidewalk, and the lights from the restaurant, combined with the brightness of the moon make it easy for Kurt to see the grin on Blaine's face as they walk back to Blaine's car.

He thinks he knows what Blaine's intentions were by bringing him to a place an hour and a half from where anyone might notice them. It was obvious when he told him to dress nice and he saw the fancy restaurant. But it's still hard to believe, and he wants to make sure he was right.

"Blaine," Kurt says as he closes the passenger side door. He buckles his seatbelt and waits until he's finished before he continues. "Was this a date?" He looks over to see Blaine blush the slightest, knowing that is answer enough for him.

"What would you say if I said yes?" Blaine looks to him with a joy in his eyes Kurt loves seeing there; it makes his eyes seem to shine brighter.

Kurt fights hard not to smile at realizing he just went on a date with Blaine. It was a wonderful and great thing, but he thinks about everything they had to do just to make sure not to be caught. Thinks about how Blaine has been on, and will continue to go on, many dates with Kennedy. He should be thrilled he even got a date with Blaine, but the knowledge of knowing that this was something that might never happen again hurts a little. He can't hope and pray for something to happen that could never come to fruition.

"Don't ever do it again," he softly whispers, looking out his window so he doesn't have to see the hurt Blaine will experience at his words.

It hurts to say, but it protects him from hoping. Stopping it now makes it easier for both of them in the end.

The rest of the car ride is silent back to the apartment.

Walking to the kitchen when they do get back to the apartment, Kurt is surprised when Blaine comes up behind him and roughly pushes him up against the kitchen island.

"Is this all this is to you, Kurt?" Blaine growls into his ear as he pushes between his shoulder blades so his chest rests on top of the cold marble of the island. "Is this all you want?"

Kurt gasps as Blaine grinds his hips into ass, effectively turning him on faster than normal. Something about Blaine being angry and manhandling him is so fucking sexy that Kurt is quickly becoming submissive and will be willing to do anything Blaine wants.

But he knows right now is about a lot more than sex. He knows it's about their date; their date he loved but couldn't appreciate because he doesn't want to look forward to more when Blaine is with someone else. He didn't want to jump for joy and do a victory dance at going on his very first date because in the end it's all Blaine would be able to give him. There wouldn't be more dates at fancy restaurants or hand holding on top of tables or stolen kisses as they walked out of the restaurant. So, turning his head, he looks at Blaine over his shoulder and says with a clear and even voice, "It's the only sure thing you can give me."

Somehow that triggers something in Blaine and Kurt feels as he reaches around to undo his jeans. Staying still unless told otherwise, Kurt lets Blaine do what he wants, knowing they both need this. They aren't doing it for the pleasure, but to be close in the only way they can be. They need to be reminded that this, whatever it might be, is something that could easily slip away and they only have the certainty of now.

Even though he was mad, Kurt sighs at how gentle Blaine is as he eases into him after stretching him, taking his time. Kurt can feel the tension in his muscles when he reaches behind him and grabs at his side, knowing he's holding back just so he doesn't hurt him. Moaning as he slowly rocks into him, Kurt knows this isn't what they both want.

Pushing himself up, and resting his head back on Blaine's shoulder, he looks up at him. "Hard," he groans, rolling his hips back. "Fuck me hard."

Letting out a surprised gasp when Blaine bends him over the island again, grasping Blaine's fingers in his when he covers his hands, Kurt grins at how great he can already tell this is going to be.

~

"I'm sorry," he says again, grazing his fingers along Kurt's back.

"Stop apologizing." Kurt gazes at him and gives him an easy smile.

After the incident in the kitchen, he turned Kurt around and picked him up, carrying him upstairs. The flush on Kurt's cheeks and his heavy breathing, and the sly smile of pleasure on his face had him tossing him on the bed and going just as hard again. He knew Kurt enjoyed it by the things he said as he fucked him, how his fingernails dug into his skin, and how he cried out his name in ecstasy when he came.

But lying here now afterwards, Blaine starts to think maybe he went a little too far with how he was.

"I know, but...but, I'm sor-" Blaine is stopped from continuing when Kurt covers his mouth with his hand.

"Blaine," Kurt says with a small laugh to his voice. "Stop apologizing. I wanted it, and enjoyed it. So stop beating yourself up over it."

"If there's bruises tomorrow, I apologize in advance for them." Blaine moves Kurt's hand away and leans over to kiss at his shoulder.

"That's to be expected on both our parts; considering how rough we both were."

Turning his lips up into a smile against Kurt's skin, he pulls away and strokes his thumb over the tattoo high on Kurt's right shoulder blade. He traces his finger over the green of the lines that make up the leaves of the clovers; the design very beautiful and different from other clover tattoos he's seen.

"Kurt."

"Yeah," he softly replies.

"Will you tell me about your tattoo?" he carefully asks, still unsure if Kurt wants to reveal the meaning behind it.

Kurt hugs the pillow tighter and lets out a deep sigh. "Do you really want to know? I mean, it's not very interesting or anything."

"Of course I want to know." Blaine strokes his thumb over the ink on Kurt's skin.

"Each leaf represents a person dear and important to me." Blaine can see that Kurt isn't telling him the full truth of what the leaves mean. But instead of pushing him for more, he continues to listen as Kurt talks. "One for my mom, one for my dad, one for Tilly, and one for you." Kurt pushes himself up onto his elbows, giving him a half smile. "I didn't want names because that's just tacky and ugly in my opinion. One day the idea of a four leaf clover came to me and I went with it."

"It's gorgeous," Blaine whispers truthfully, leaning down and pressing his lips to the tattoo.

"Thanks."

"Did you design it yourself?"

"Yeah," Kurt responds as he nods his head. "It was the first thing I've drawn in four years. But I really don't consider it much of drawing since it was a quick sketch; nothing like I used to do."

"Why don't you draw anymore?" Blaine curiously asks.

Kurt gives him a weak smile. "After that night in the kitchen, I kind of lost all inspiration and want to draw."

Blaine lies on his back and covers his face and groans. Knowing that now makes him feel like an asshole. "God," he huffs. "I'm the reason you don't draw anymore!"

"It's fine." Kurt pulls at his hand. "I forgave you a long time ago."

Blaine lets him move his hands out the way. Looking at Kurt, he sees him smiling down at him. "I'm sorry," he apologizes, wishing there was something else he could do.

"Don't apologize. It's as much my fault, too. I haven't even attempted to try drawing again. I just let it...go."

"Do you miss it?"

He holds Kurt as he lies down and snuggles close to him; resting his head on his shoulder. "Very much," Kurt softly replies. "I miss how my fingers would get dirty from the charcoal. I miss being able to get lost in a drawing for hours, and not have to worry about anything for awhile. I miss having the pencils in my hand." Kurt is quiet for a second. Blaine watches as he lifts his hand up and stares at it for a few seconds. "You know that's why I started smoking."

"What do you mean?"

"I was so accustomed to having something in my hand, that when it went away I needed something to replace it. One day someone offered me one and I took it; it felt great to have something to hold, to occupy my hands. Just like the pencils."

"What are you gonna do once you quit?"

"I'll figure something out." Kurt looks up at him and smiles.

"Do you ever think you might draw again?" he asks as he grazes his fingers over Kurt's shoulder.

"Definitely," Kurt replies.

~

"We b-broke the vase." Kurt is breathless as he lies there with his legs still around Blaine's waist. Somehow he found himself on the desk in the living room as Blaine fucked him. When Blaine held him and pushed off the wall, he saw him swipe what was on the desk to the floor. The crash of the vase to the floor went unnoticed by him after Blaine started to move his hips again.

Looking down, he can see scattered pieces of the black vase on the floor along with everything else Blaine knocked off the table.

"I can replace it." Blaine stands up and Kurt feels empty when he pulls out of him, finally dropping his legs and stretching them.

It's been almost two days since they've been at the apartment and Kurt has never felt happier in his life. Being here with Blaine and being with him in the most intimate of ways has an air of want in him. He looks around and realizes he wants this for the rest of his life. He wants to share a home, and his life, with Blaine. He wants to intertwine his life with Blaine's in a way that will have them together in a way that will make him ridiculously happy; he realizes he could marry Blaine one day if ever presented with the opportunity.

But he knows he shouldn't think like that. He isn't even sure if this thing between them will last. Not with Blaine still hiding from his parents and with Kennedy. So, Kurt won't hold his breath for the chance at that life. He desperately wants it, but knows it's like smoke: easy to see but impossible to catch with your hands.

Hopping off the table on slightly wobbly legs, he follows Blaine as he watches him walk to the kitchen. "Fuck that's cold!" he curses when Blaine cleans him up with a wet napkin.

"Sorry." Blaine smiles at him and throws away the napkin.

The next instant Kurt finds himself being kissed in an unexpected, but totally welcomed, kissed. He feels Blaine cup the back of his neck and tilt his head back and deepen the kiss. Although they just had sex, Kurt can feel his body already wanting Blaine again.

"How about we have a late lunch and then you can fuck me," Blaine says against his lips, obviously experiencing the same things as him.

"Mmm," Kurt sighs, draping his arms over Blaine's shoulders, twirling the curls at the base of his neck around his fingers. "I like the way you think."

Climbing out of bed a couple hours later, leaving a passed out Blaine alone, Kurt goes to look for his jacket. Patting the pockets when he finds it, he is relieved when he finds what he wants.

Pulling out the single cigarette and his Zippo lighter, he walks to the balcony outside. Sitting in one of the wrought iron chairs, bringing his feet up on the edge of the chair, he lights his cigarette and just holds it between his fingers, no longer in the mood to smoke it, just wanting to hold something.

Tossing his lighter on the table, hearing it hit with a heavy clank, he looks out at the view from the apartment balcony. It's a lovely day; the mid-day sun hangs in the sky and shines down on him, warming his naked skin. Tipping his head back, closing his eyes, he lets the rays fall on his face, simply enjoying the moment and how great he feels.

"You know people can see you." He hears Blaine's voice and smiles.

"Why is that a problem?" he asks as he turns to find Blaine leaning against the frame of the sliding door. He arches an eyebrow and bites his lower lip when he gets a good look at Blaine in nothing but black boxers. His lean body on display making Kurt think about how it felt to have him above him as their bodies moved together; that thought alone turning him on.

"Maybe because you're naked."

"Not like it's nothing none of them haven't seen before." Kurt taps off the ash on the end of the cigarette, smiling at Blaine when he sits down next to him.

The simple act of just sitting here with Blaine is somehow so intimate that it makes Kurt's heart beat that bit more faster.

"Why aren't you smoking it?" Blaine tilts his chin to the cigarette burning between his fingers.

"Just felt like having something in my hand." Kurt taps out the ash, and then stubbing out what's left. "Aren't you scared of somebody seeing us together out here?" Kurt wraps his arms around his legs, resting his chin on his knees.

"They don't know me. Here, I'm simply Blaine who's with you."

Kurt grins at that. Dropping his legs, he unashamedly stands up and walks to the sliding door. Standing there with his back to Blaine, he says over his shoulder, "How 'bout you come inside and fuck me." He barely has the door half open before Blaine is pressing to his back and holding him close, guiding him to the bed. "That's what I thought," Kurt says around a moan and grinning, reaching behind himself to push Blaine's underwear off his hips.

"Fuck you," Blaine growls into his ear.

"That's what I'm hoping for." Kurt feels himself being pushed down onto the bed when they reach it, already knowing this is going to be rough like he's found out he loves.

~

Lying in bed but not tired, Kurt watches Blaine nuzzle his head more into his pillow and continue to sleep. Itching for something, Kurt sits up and climbs out of bed. Pacing back and forth, trying to figure out what he wants, he stops when he figures it out.

Quietly walking across the floor and down to the living room, he goes to the work desk and pulls open the top drawer, finding a stack of clean, white paper. Grabbing a few sheets and some pencils, he walks back to the room and pulls the chair in the corner closer to the bed. Bringing his feet up to rest on the edge of the chair, Kurt rests the papers against his knees and gets a good look at Blaine and starts to sketch and draw.

He loses himself in the drawing; in the lines and curves of Blaine's body, the shadows on his skin, and in just the simple...beauty of who Blaine is. He captures all of that in the picture. But for the first time in four years, he draws a picture; he creates something with his talent that has gone untouched for too long.