"Shhhhhhh.... I don't want Dad to hear us," Kurt whispered, thinking of placing his hand over his boyfriend's mouth. He decided to kiss him instead. They were making out in the basement bedroom where they had been sent like naughty children when Blaine's father came to talk to Burt.

Palmer Anderson and Burt had been up there for almost an hour and the boys were really anxious about what was going on. They knew it had to do with the school dance and their subsequent days in the hospital, but had no idea what the outcome would be.

"Blaine, I'm pretty sure he won't take you away....nobody is that cruel. He knows we're best friends," Kurt tried to comfort his boyfriend.

"Neither of them know we're boyfriends. Nobody knows that but Mercedes and Sam. I have no idea what my father will do – and I'm scared," Blaine said, burying his face in Kurt's neck.

"I guess we'll just have to wait and see what happens," Kurt said, rubbing Blaine's back. "Surely your dad wasn't serious about sending you to boarding school in Switzerland...was he?"

"I don't know. He sent Cooper to one in England when he was in high school. Cooper liked it for a while, but he got homesick and got them to let him come back home. I think they just did that so he could babysit me, though," Blaine said, sounding almost despondent. "Kurt, I can't go away to some school. I want to stay here with you. I love you," Blaine held him tighter.

"I don't believe Dad will let them do that. Let's just wait and see."

~KBKBKBKBKBKB~

Lima General Hospital – Three weeks ago:

Burt ran into the emergency room reception area, his hands sweating and his head aching. He looked around for a moment, then approached the desk.

"I'm Burt Hummel. My boys were brought here, I got a call from the police....where are they?"

"Mr. Hummel, if you would please step into the consultation room tI will page their nurse and she will meet you in just a few minutes," the receptionist said, directing him to a small room at the side of the main waiting room.

"Can't you tell me what..." Burt started, clearly upset, but the receptionist put a calming had on his arm.

"I can't tell you, I don't have the information, but the nurse will...oh, here she is now. Carole, this is Mr. Hummel. He's here for Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson," the woman said, then returned to her desk. Carole waved Burt into the room and asked him to sit down. She walked over to the trolley in the corner and poured a cup of coffee and brought it to him.

"Thank you," Burt said, then, "What's going on? Where are my boys?"

Carole looked at Burt for a few moments, judging how blunt she could be. Evaluating parents was important when it came to seriously injured children. She waned to be gentle with the information, but she could see this man could take the truth without having to couch it in euphemisms or to have a doctor present. She sat next to him and took his hand in her two, knowing his world was about to fall apart. As a single mother raising a boy the same age, she understood how he was feeling.

"Kurt is in surgery right now. He had a badly broken orbital bone in his face and the orthopedic surgeon is setting it. It would have been too painful to do that without anesthesia," Carole told him. She had been the bearer of bad news like this for nine years now, and it never got easier. She watched Burt for signs of stress and gaged he was upset but taking the news okay. She continued.

"Blaine is under observation. He has a deep gash to his left side and they are doing an ultrasound right now to assess the damage. He is awake, but sedated and is getting an IV drip to maintain his fluids and he's had demerol. That is an opiate that keeps the pain levels down. I understand you are his guardian?" she asked.

Burt took a paper out of his pocket to present to her and she took it.

"I'll just get a copy of this and return it to you. I cannot tell you certain things because of the confidentiality act because they are both seventeen..." she started to say, but Burt interrupted her.

"I know they are both gay if that's what you're dancing around," he said bluntly.

"Okay, that makes it easier. I understand that they were attending a high school dance and were walking to their car in the parking lot when they were attacked. The police have three boys and a girl in custody now. Luckily for your boys, there were several other kids there with good heads on their shoulders who stopped the bleeding and called an ambulance. I believe they are in the waiting room now. I haven't been able to tell them much, but perhaps you could soothe them?" she said, a small smile on her lips.

"Of course. I'll go out as soon as I've seen Blaine. When will Kurt be in recovery?" Burt asked.

"Not long, maybe another half hour," Carole said. She reached over and patted his arm. Personal contact was often good in cases like this. "Your boys are strong, they're going to be okay."

A beep went off on her pager and she looked at the number, then picked up the phone on the desk in the corner and dialed. She spoke for a few minutes, then turned to wave Burt to come with her.

"Blaine is back from his ultrasound and the doctor wants to talk with you," she said and took Burt to a small room down the hallway. Burt walked in to find Blaine on a gurney, pale and not very coherent. He was having trouble focusing his eyes, but as soon as he realized it was Burt standing there he burst into tears.

"Blaine, kiddo, I'm here. We're going to get you fixed up," he said, taking the boy's hand.

"Burt..." was all he said for a moment, then, "How's Kurt? Is Kurt...."

"He has a broken bone, but he's fine. You'll get to see him in a while, I promise," Burt said, brushing the hair from Blaine's eyes as gently as he could and placed a kiss on his forehead. Blaine closed his eyes and squeezed Burt's hand.

The doctor waved Burt outside and explained to him that Blaine had a knife wound that had nicked his kidney. He would need to have immediate surgery, but it wasn't too dangerous a thing and if they repaired it immediately, the kidney would still function to full capacity. Burt gave his permission and went to kiss Blaine's head once more.

"Remember I love you, son," Burt said. They wheeled Blaine out of the room and allowed Burt to stay with him until they gave him the medications to make him sleepy before the surgery. Burt held his hand until he was unconscious, then walked back to the waiting room to let Mercedes, Tina, Sam, and Puck know how the boys were doing. He stayed a while until the woman, Carole, came back to take him to Kurt.

~KBKBKBKBKBKB~

"You Know your parents do love you, Blaine. When we went to the hospital and Dad called them, they got an emergency flight and were here by the next afternoon. I know they'll take us and our friendship into consideration. Dad will tell them without making anyone upset I think. We have to have faith," Kurt said, holding Blaine's head in his lap and stroking his hair, running his fingers through the curls.

"I hope so, Kurt. I can't be away from you."

Blaine sat up and shifted closer to Kurt, kissing the right side of his face, then his lips. Kurt responded and soon they were making out, hands running down each other's sides.

Blaine still had bandages around his belly and a tube going to a plastic bag which was strapped to his ankle. He would have to have the drain for another week, then it was likely the urologist would be able to remove it. Kurt still had a small bandage on his face, but each time he saw the doctor the bandage got smaller. He would probably always have the tiny scar from where they had to set the orbital bone around his eye, but it would heal just fine. He was lucky, the blow might have been fatal if it had been a few centimeters to the left because it would have hit his temple.

Blaine heard the steps on the stairs and they pulled apart before the door opened.

"Come upstairs, boys. We need to talk to you," Burt said.

Sitting in the dining room, Blaine took Kurt's hand where nobody could see under the table and squeezed it in reassurance. He wasn't going to let their parents separate them and suddenly he was glad they had kept their boyfriend status a secret. Surely that would affect this in a negative way. It had been hard enough on Blaine when he saw his parents at the hospital for the first time.

The police had told them the circumstances of the attack and apparently that was when they found out he was gay. He never had the nerve-shattering moment when he came out to them, but the aftermath would probably have been the same. It was like they completely ignored it. Blaine tried to tell himself that it was better than if they had screamed and yelled at him, but somehow it just underlined what he had been feeling since he was a small child: that his parents didn't love him enough to care one way or the other. Blaine was startled into rejoining the conversation when Kurt squeezed his hand again.

"Blaine, I know you love your Glee club and boxing, but your mother and I do not feel you're safe at McKinley any more. There is just no guarantee that you'll be safe because the staff and administration seem to think that your safety is not of the utmost priority. You have expressed to me and your mother that you don't want to go to boarding school abroad. I still think that would be the best for you, but I understand the concerns you've expressed to me," Palmer said.

"Thank you, father," Blaine said. Huh, maybe he did listen to Blaine? That was hard to believe, but he was willing to listen to what his father had to say before he started to plea his case.

"With that in mind, I have done some research and you are now registered at a boarding school in Westerville, just two hours from here. Dalton Academy has one of the highest academic records in America and the best part is that they also have a no-bullying policy. I have been reassured that it is strictly enforced and I do believe you will be safe there," Blaine's father said to him, watching for his son's reaction.

"But? Don't I get a say in this?" Blaine almost shouted, his heart pounding. He could not possibly be taken away from everything he loved. This was so unfair.

"No. I've already paid the tuition. You start in three weeks, as soon as winter vacation is over," Palmer took his son's hand. "Blaine, son, we are not doing this to punish you. We are doing this because we love you and want you to be safe. Don't you understand that?" his eyes were on the verge of tears watching his son try to contain himself. "Now, if you will listen to the rest, I want to explain what will happen."

"Of course, father," Blaine said, lowering his eyes and biting his lower lip to keep from crying. He was seventeen and clearly old enough to hold himself together he said over and over in his head.

Princess was at his side, trying to gain access to his lap to lick his face. She saw it as her duty to keep him calm and was getting frantic to fulfill that duty. Blaine scooted his chair back a bit and allowed her to put her front legs on his lap so he could rub behind her ears. It was calming for both Blaine and Princess to do that, and the dog calmed down. Mr. Anderson continued, watching Blaine's face to see his reaction. He really did care about Blaine, he genuinely loved the boy – he just never learned how to show that love.

"I know that Kurt is your best friend and we owe him a debt of gratitude for all he and Burt have done for you over the years. In no way am I saying that money could ever repay the debt I owe them, but I do have the means to give Kurt something," Palmer said.

Kurt's eyebrows went up and his eyes were centered on Blaine's father now. He didn't know him well, but he'd been a guest in the Anderson house many times. He didn't want to be paid for caring for Blaine -that was just wrong. He started to open his mouth when Burt put a hand on his leg. He glanced at his father for a moment and Burt gave him a barely-there shake of his head, asking Kurt to be silent. Kurt nodded in the same way and kept his mouth shut.

"After discussing it with Mr. Hummel, we have agreed that I will also pay the tuition along with room and board for Kurt to attend Dalton Academy. The two of you will board there and come home here on the weekends. I trust that will meet with your approval?" Palmer looked worried that they boys wouldn't agree, but Blaine hopped up, pushing Princess gently to the floor and hugging his father.

Palmer was at a loss to know where to put his hands. He wanted to hug his son, he did love him, but he was worried because of the bandages. It hurt him inside every time he saw the tubes and bandages that were the reminders of what had happened. Palmer didn't know how to take the news of his son's sexual orientation and he was also at a loss as to how to talk to him about it. He settled for very tentatively putting his arms around Blaine's shoulders and hugging very gently. He was surprised when Blaine melted into his side. Blaine was warm and it felt genuine. Palmer sighed in relief. Maybe he could learn how to be closer to his son after all.

"Thank you, father. Oh, thank you so much," Blaine grinned, looking over at Kurt who was looking a bit stunned. Kurt was looking at his own dad, astonishment written all over his face. Well, the part of his face that wasn't under bandages anyway.

"Kurt, I hope that's what you want, kiddo. I want you to be safe, too, and when Palmer offered, I agreed. You'll start at Dalton with Blaine in January," Burt said to his son.

"Oh...yes, I...thank you, Mr. Anderson. Thank you so much," Kurt said, still looking like he was in shock. His dad held his hand for a moment, hoping this would work out.

Blaine's father was getting used to the idea that his son was gay. He and Blaine's mother, Phoebe Anderson came to Blaine's bedside in the hospital and held Blaine's hand until he woke up. It had been a big shock, but after talking to Burt about Kurt and how the boys had gone to the dance as friends, he finally came to the conclusion that if this was who Blaine was, he would do his best to learn to accept it. He loved his younger son, but he just never knew how to connect with him. He was more than grateful to Burt for helping him understand.

Phoebe had stayed by Blaine's bedside for the time he was in the hospital, taking turns with her husband so someone was always with Blaine. He was sharing a room with Kurt and Burt was often there, too.

Despite the circumstances, Burt and Palmer got along fine. The boys were often asleep and the two fathers would talk. Burt was able to discuss what he had learned about having a gay son, encouraging Palmer to ask questions. Little by little, he was accepting Blaine's orientation and coming to terms with his fear of what Blaine's life was going to be like when Blaine told people he was gay. The one thing he could never understand, and Burt couldn't come up with an answer, was why a gay boy would want to tell people. He didn't mean he should be ashamed of who he was or keep it a secret - but why would it come up in conversation at all? He certainly didn't have conversations with anyone about the fact that he was straight, his sexuality was something between him and his wife. So why would a gay man feel some sort of obligation to discuss this with the general population? He would probably never get an answer to that.

The day after they released Kurt and Blaine from the hospital, Phoebe spent most of the day in Blaine's bedroom at the Hummel house. She was a bit uncomfortable there, but they had all agreed that Blaine was better off there where Burt could take care of him. On her last day there, she kissed her son goodbye and had to go back to Europe to finish their business, but Palmer would be staying until Blaine was well again.

Burt had even set up the guest room upstairs so Palmer could stay closer to his son. It was probably the closest Palmer and Blaine had ever been, and Blaine was beginning to have hope that his father would be something approaching the good father Burt was in time. He knew it was unfair to compare the two men, but he just couldn't help it.

~KBKBKBKBKBKB~

A week before the end of winter break, Hummel house.

Blaine sat in the back seat of his Chevy, Kurt was in the front with Burt. They were on their way to the clinic at the hospital to Blaine's appointment with his urologist. He could have gone with just Burt, but he'd begged Kurt to come with him. He couldn't admit it out loud, but he was scared. This whole thing had been awful. The pain of the surgery, the fear when Burt explained that the knife had nicked his kidney and he'd have to have surgery, waking up to see his parents standing over him: it had all been so frightening from the first minute he had heard the bullies yelling slurs at him.

He hadn't been as scared for his own life as he had been for Kurt. Blaine might be gay, but he didn't dress in flamboyant clothing or match insults with the bullies like Kurt did. Not that there was anything wrong in Kurt being himself – indeed Blaine envied him that sometimes – but Blaine envied Kurt's ability to just be himself. Blaine felt that he was hiding sometimes. They still didn't let it be known that they were anything more than best friends, but they did hold hands in the hallway and that was enough apparently for him to become a target that night.

He didn't remember much about the attack itself, just being scared for Kurt and then feeling like he was surrounded by a hundred people and struggling to get to Kurt. He remembered the knife...as if it was alone and not held by anyone, but some sort of surreal nightmare where the knife stabbed him by itself. He felt the pain, then nothing else until he woke up in the Emergency Room with a woman stroking his forehead and talking to him, telling him he was safe now and that he would be all right.

He had asked for Kurt, but she told him Kurt was in another room and he would see him soon. He told her his name and that Burt Hummel was his guardian, then he felt the woman putting a needle in his arm and he got sleepy as the pain receded into the back of his mind. The next thing he knew, Burt was standing there looking pale and frightened. Most of it was a blur of images that didn't make sense, except he knew he was calling to Kurt. He went to sleep when the woman told him they were giving him some medication and when he woke up, Burt was there and he hurt so badly.

He woke up later to see Kurt in a bed across from him in a little room. He called to Kurt and his boyfriend came quickly to his side, his face bandaged.

"Blaine, oh.....Blaine, my sweet Blaine..." Kurt had said, holding his hand and kissing him. Kurt had stayed there by his side, telling him what the doctors had done. Blaine had never been so sleepy in his life and he dozed off, only to wake and find his parents there.

It had been a long two weeks, but they were finally home. He was allowed to have Kurt with him, but they had to sleep in separate beds now because of his surgery and all the tubes coming from inside his body. It was the most embarrassing thing to have Burt come to empty the urine bag that was hanging by the bedside. After another week, Kurt had taken over that duty and it wasn't quite so bad. Today the doctor was probably going to remove it.

They sat in the waiting room, Burt reading a magazine and Kurt holding Blaine's hand. Kurt knew Blaine was nervous and so he snuggled closer, tugging Blaine into his side and putting his arm around the other boy. Blaine sighed into Kurt's embrace, feeling a little better.

In the exam room, the doctor was reading the x-rays and cat scan report.

"Well, Blaine, it looks like you've healed up quite nicely. I think we can lose that tube you've been dragging around behind you, okay?"

"Yes, sir!" Blaine smiled for an instant, then a look of apprehension came over his face. "Is it...is it going to hurt a lot?"

"I won't lie to you, Blaine. Yes, it will for a few seconds. It's like tearing a bandaid off a still sore wound. But, it will be over and you'll feel better. Ready?" he asked, clipping the stitch that held the tubing to Blaine's skin. He had a stack of towels under Blaine's side to catch any fluids that might come out and a sterile container to hold the tubing once it was removed. He painted some kind of reddish-purple liquid all around the place where the tube went in.

"Kurt, if you want to come hold him, I think Blaine could use some comfort about now. Burt, if you would come, too," the doctor said, aware of how afraid Blaine was.

Burt came and took one of Blaine's hands and put an arm around his shoulder. Kurt took the other hand and Blaine leaned his head into Kurt's chest, his eyes closed tight. The doctor checked to make sure the stitch was out of his skin and began to pull on the tubing, extracting it from Blaine's back. Blaine was shaking a little and Kurt let go of his hand to stroke his curls and hold his cheek close to his chest. He murmured encouraging words as the doctor pulled.

Blaine tried to keep quiet, but a few whimpers got out, and Burt was feeling decidedly sick to his stomach. He didn't do well with these things: blood, body fluids, and hearing Blaine in pain just doubled his nausea. He held on to Blaine and turned his face away, but the whines got a little louder. Burt felt his knees shake and he prayed the doctor would hurry up.

"It's almost done, Blaine. It's coming along perfectly. I know it hurts, but it's almost over," the doctor sympathized. He really liked this kid and he felt so badly for him. He had children of his own and having to repair a knife wound on a small seventeen year old boy had really hit him hard. But he was a professional and had set aside his personal feelings. He got to the end of the tubing and pulled a bit harder to get the end piece out, placing the whole tubing kit in the sterile container to dispose of.

"There, is it feeling okay now?" he asked, holding a stack of gauze pads over the hole in Blaine's side.

"Yeah, it does. Thank you," Blaine said, ever the gentleman. Burt squeezed his hands and let go, walking over to sit in the chair before he knees collapsed. Kurt stopped carding through Blaine's hair, but didn't leave his side.

"I'm going to bandage this, then you need to stay out of the pool, bathtub, and shower for three days. You can shower after that, but no immersion in water until the incision is closed. It might be pretty sore for a few days, so I'm giving you a prescription for more codeine. Let me know if there is any swelling, redness, discharge, or increased pain. If you don't have any more questions, you are free to go. I need to see you in two weeks," he smiled a Blaine and patted his back. "You are one brave young man, Blaine. Remember that."

Burt followed the doctor out of the room to set the next appointment. The boys held back for a minute.

"Are you okay for real, Blaine?" Kurt asked and Blaine nodded. Kurt was standing in front of Blaine had his shirt in his hand to help him put it back on, but leaned forward and placed his lips on Blaine's mouth. They kissed for a few moments before Kurt slipped the polo shirt back on Blaine. Blaine stood up, tucking the shirt in his jeans and turned to Kurt to get one more kiss before they left. It had been so hard to get time alone together with Burt, Phoebe, and Palmer all watching over Blaine. They craved the intimate moments from before the attack and now it seemed as if they could get back to being themselves alone. Palmer had left for New York the night before, and Kurt had slept with Blaine again, finally being able to hold him in his arms all night. Kurt gave Blaine one more peck on the corner of his mouth and took his hand to go find Burt.

Walking down the hospital corridor to the parking lot, the two boys turned the corner to find something they never thought they would ever see. There was Burt, with the ER nurse that had been with the boys the night of the attack. They were standing in an alcove, arms around each other and kissing. Kurt and Blaine just stood there, eyes wide and mouths open for a long minute before Kurt got a smirk on his face and coughed . Loudly.

Carole and Burt sprung apart in an instant, both blushing.

"Ah, I can explain this..." Burt said as Kurt stood there, arms crossed and toe tapping on the linoleum floor. Burt just stood there for a moment when Kurt and Blaine couldn't hold it in any more and began to laugh. Burt blushed even darker and Carole smiled, a little giggle breaking out.

"Well, Nurse Carole, would you like to join us for Friday night dinner?" Kurt asked, causing his father's eyes to snap open in wild disbelief.

"I would like to very much, thank you for asking me. Can I have the address and I'll see you then," she said, still giggling at Burt's reaction. Kurt gave her the address and his cell number.

"Dinner is at seven, but you are welcome to come at six and relax before we eat," Kurt offered. "We'll look forward to seeing you there," Kurt said, taking Blaine's arm he walked out the door to the car.

He and Blaine got in the back and laughed until their sides ached. Burt finally emerged from the building and sat in the driver's seat. It was a very quiet ride home.

About three blocks before their house, Kurt spoke up to break the silence.

"Anything you'd like to tell us, Dad?" Blaine asked in a perfect imitation of Burt's voice. Kurt had his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing.

"No." Burt said, but they could see the bright red blush going up his neck and neither boy could hold in the laughter any more. They got home and Burt went straight to his room, shutting the door firmly.

~KBKBKBKBKBKB~

Dalton Academy, Candelaria Residence Hall

"Well, this looks...ah...cozy?" Blaine said, sitting on his bed in their new dorm room. Kurt was sitting across the room on his bed and they had just finished unpacking their things and putting them away in the drawers and closet.

"You're too far away, Blaine. Way too far..." Kurt whined. Blaine got up and walked slowly over to Kurt's bed, a smile on his face. He sat down next to Kurt and put his arms around him, leaning in to kiss him.

"Better?" he asked.

"Yes, much. But not quite close enough," Kurt said and got up. He climbed into Blaine's lap and pushed his boyfriend back onto the bed giving him a deep kiss, his tongue soft and warm in Blaine's mouth as a moan escaped. Kurt pushed Blaine's legs apart with his knees and lay between his legs, grinding a little to get just where he wanted to be. Blaine was showing his appreciation in Kurt's favorite way – the bulge in his suit pants getting harder as Kurt pushed closer.

"Mmmm....that feels good," Kurt said, kissing down Blaine's neck. They were celebrating a little victory over the administration.

It was Dalton policy to put new students in dorm rooms with older students that had been there a longer time, a way to ease the new boys into the rhythms and cadences of the school. It was a way to make them feel more secure and teach them the rules as they went along, a mentoring program of sorts.

Kurt and Blaine both objected, having spent more than half their lives together sharing the same bed, but that probably wasn't the best argument. Kurt had spoken very seriously to the headmaster in his office, explaining about Blaine's surgery and that he still had to have his bandages changed and hinted of other things of urinary nature that needed to be taken care of, and how it would be devastating to have a stranger do that for him. Headmaster Ethridge, who had been informed of the attack on the boys, didn't wish to have that detailed to him and immediately agreed that this was a special case and they boys should room together. Kurt had come out of the office quite proud of himself for his verbal fancy footwork, winking at Blaine when no one was watching. There was no more argument and Kurt and Blaine were now in room 206 in Candelaria Hall, one of three dorms at Dalton Academy.

It had already been a long process to have Princess allowed in the dorm. Blaine's father was forced to mention his lawyer and a certain Ohio state law concerning service dogs before that was established. Kurt and Blaine were allotted a place beyond the parking lot to take Princess to relieve herself and had to promise to be responsible in taking care of her. Princess was fitted with a dark green vest that proclaimed her to be a service dog along with a leash that had to be attached to her collar when she was in the classrooms. Dalton was a place that taught its students how to act like gentlemen and the headmaster saw no reason the dog would interrupt classes once he had met her. She simply lay down at Blaine's feet when he sat down and when he began to get a bit anxious, she pressed her body against him and he calmed down. Headmaster Ethridge was a keen observer and saw this, and his heart went out to the boy. He allowed Blaine to keep the dog in his room with no qualms after that.

It was approaching dinner time and Kurt was lying on his bed with Blaine's head resting on his chest. They had been kissing for hours it seemed and now they were hungry.

"Let's go down to the dining hall. We can at least try their food before we have to go find a restaurant. It's awfully cold outside with the snow and all," Blaine said, sitting up and shifting Kurt off of his chest. Kurt whined for a second, but got up cheerfully enough. It was Friday night and they had the weekend to figure out where everything was before classes started on Monday morning. Kurt and Blaine took turns in the bathroom getting ready for their dinner. Blaine walked out of the bathroom tucking his red linen shirt into his black skinny jeans when he looked up to see Kurt.

Kurt was wearing incredibly tight fawn colored pants and a chocolate silk shirt, a cream brocade vest that showed off his wide shoulders and thin waist. He was just lacing up a pair of calf-skin boots, his foot resting on his desk chair and showing off his 'ass'ets quite nicely, thank you very much.

"Let me help you with that," Blaine offered, quickly going to Kurt's side to feel along the backside of the tight pants. "I like these pants on you, Kurt. Maybe we should stay in the room instead. I could help you out of these."

"I thought you were hungry," Kurt said, trying to keep a straight face.

"Oh, I am...." Blaine said in a deep, low voice.

"I meant for food," Kurt said, a self-satisfied smile on his face.

"I think I have a candy bar in my jacket pocket, we can share that," Blaine said, his fingers exploring the fit of the pants as his lips got closer to Kurt.

Knock knock.

The door opened and standing there were two boys. Their eyes got big for a minute as they took in the view, and smirking smiles followed.

"Well, Nick, I guess we're too late. Looks like the new guys have their dinner all planned already," the tall blond one said in a cute Australian accent.

"I don't know, Jeff. I think maybe we need to stay and teach them how the locks work on the dorms, they don't look like they are too thrilled that we're here," the brunette standing next to him said. "Which is too bad because they might miss the opportunity to meet and greet all the best students here at Dalton.

"Ah...come in?" Kurt said, a bit apprehensively. Blaine had moved slightly in front of him when the door opened, but was now standing beside Kurt.

"I thought you'd never ask!" the brunette, Nick, said, walking into the room and making himself comfortable on Blaine's bed. Jeff bounced in behind him and sat beside Nick on the bed.

"I heard there were two new students in the dorm, so we came to meet you. We read over your school records and saw you were both in Glee Show Choir, so The Warblers are ready to meet you. If you don't mind, follow us," Nick said.

"How did you get our records?" Kurt asked, suspicious. He frowned at the two boys. This was supposed to be a no-bully policy school, strictly enforced, so why were they being led to stand before this...Warbler group?

"Ah...one of the guys works in the office. He screens the new applicants for singing experience and he called our leader. We all know about the two of you," Jeff grinned.

The frown lines in Kurt's forehead deepened.

"And just exactly what does that mean?" Kurt asked.

"It means that you are cordially invited to a Warbler meeting. Now. Would you like to accompany us to the practice room?" Jeff asked again. "We're harmless, I promise."

Blaine looked at Kurt and Kurt nodded.

"Hey, a dog!" Jeff grinned. "How did you sneak her in here?"

"I didn't. Headmaster Ethridge knows she's here. She shook hands with him," Blaine grinned.

Jeff's eyes got big.

"You're kidding me...Ethridge doesn't even like dogs," Nick said. Princess was standing next to Blaine and he slipped her vest on. She had to wear it whenever they left the dorm room.

"Ah, I beg to differ, he sure seemed to like Princess," Kurt said, not sure he liked these new boys.

"Oh, she's a service dog. Okay, that makes more sense. Sorry, I didn't mean to give you a bad time," Nick said, taking back the hand he had offered to the dog. "I know you're not supposed to approach a service dog on duty."

"It's okay now, she isn't working yet."

Nick offered his hand again and Princess wagged her tail. Jeff did the same and she wagged at him, too.

"They can't be all bad if Princess likes them," Blaine stage-whispered to Kurt and got shy smiles from Nick and Jeff.

"Okay, we'll go," Blaine said, slipping into his loafers, Princess at his side. Kurt finished lacing his boots and they followed Jeff and Nick down several hallways, across a closed-in breezeway and into the dark building that housed the classrooms.

Jeff led them into a large room that looked quite formal with shelves of books, walnut desks with globes and other instruments on them, leather chesterfield sofas, brocade over-stuffed chairs, and bay windows that looked out on the rolling lawns that were now covered with pristine snow.

"This looks like something out of Masterpiece Theatre," Kurt whispered to Blaine as they were directed to sit in a pair of matching Hepplewhite chairs at the front of the room.

"Men, attention. The Warblers' auxiliary meeting will come to order," a boy dressed in a dark blazer with red piping banged a gavel on the large library table in front of him. He looked at the two newcomers with a smile on his face.

"I'll turn the floor over to Warbler Jeff Sterling," the boy with the gavel said.

"Nick and I would like to introduce you all to Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson, and this is his service dog, Princess," Jeff said with a big smile. All the boys in the room said hello.

"This is our esteemed leader, Wes Montgomery," Jeff went on, waving at the boy with the gavel. "If we can just be casual, I think we'd all like to meet the new prospects. They both come from McKinley High in Lima and were in the show choir there," Jeff finished.

The boys in the room all cheered and Nick led Kurt and Blaine over to the nearest sofa. The Warblers came a few at a time to meet them and by the end of the hour they had met each boy.

"Well, do you think you'd like to join?" Wes asked.

"Ah, I'm not sure, I haven't heard you sing yet," Kurt said.

"Fair enough. Warblers?" he called and the boys went to their places. David sounded a note on his pitch pipe.

The Warblers burst into song, "Uptown Girl" reverberating in the room as they danced and sang. Kurt and Blaine couldn't keep their eyes off the singers, amazed at the sound and spectacle in front of their eyes. The Warblers finished, smiles on their faces as their audience of two clapped in appreciation.

"Yes, yes, yes...we would love to audition for the Warblers!" Kurt said, looking at Blaine for confirmation though he already knew the answer.

"Great, we can arrange that this week," Wes said. "In the mean time, we'd like to take you to dinner. You'll get enough of school food, and tonight is the cook's night off and you don't want cold sandwiches I bet."

"Dinner sounds lovely," Blaine accepted and they left to get their coats.

~KBKBKBKBKBKB~

Coming back from the wonderful dinner with Jeff, Nick, Wes, and Trent, Nick leaned in and told the boys to dress in very warm clothes and meet back at the Senior Commons where they had gone to meet the Warblers before dinner.

"Hey, Kurt, what do you think about the Warblers? Do you think it will be as fun as New Directions?"

"Yes, but probably in a different way. With New Directions it was about everyone being different and celebrating that difference. I think the Warblers is more...making a cohesive group even though everyone is different. I think it will be a challenge, though. I'm up for it," Kurt smiled at his boyfriend.

"Yeah, I can see that. I think we'll be okay here....all those guys seemed nice. Do you think Nick and Jeff are a couple?" Blaine asked. They hadn't been holding hands or anything, but they did seem to be somehow together.

"I have no idea. Ready?" Kurt asked, donning his heavy wool coat and handing Blaine a thick scarf. They opened the door to find Jeff in Nick's arms, kissing. The two jumped apart, blushing.

"Ah, I think the answer to your question is 'yes', Blaine," Kurt giggled.

"Hey, don't you knock?" Nick asked.

"To leave our dorm room?" Blaine asked, laughing.

"Oh. I guess you do have a point. Okay...well, let's get going," Jeff said, taking Nick's hand and kissing it as they walked down the corridor.

They met the other Warblers at the top of the south lawn where it had a gentle slope down to the walls of Dalton's Ross Hall. Many of the Warblers had sleds, some had inner tubes and they cheered as Kurt, Blaine, Jeff, and Nick showed up.

"We're all present and accounted for," Wes said. "Let the games begin!"

All the boys took turns sliding down the long hill, Kurt finding himself on a sled close to Blaine as they navigated the bumps on the hill and skillfully avoiding a crash into the stone fence at the end of the run. They fell into the snow laughing, Kurt taking a small handful of the powdery substance and sneaking it down the back of Blaine's coat.

"Hey!" Blaine shouted and the fight was on. They wrestled in the deep snow, sinking deeper into the drift as they tried to shove more snow down each other's backs. Princess stayed at the outskirts of the drift, barking and wagging her tail.

Trent waded through the deep snow with Thad to extract the wrestling boys from the deep snow and brush them off. By this time, Kurt was giggling and Blaine was sputtering because Kurt had landed a snowball in his neck.

"I think we need to build forts and have a war!" Jeff shouted and was answered by a round of cheers.

They chose sides and began building a great fort on each side. Kurt and Blaine were on the same team opposite Jeff and Nick. When the forts were deemed ready and the ammunition was made and stacked, Wes blew his whistle (which Trent laughed at and said it was just a replacement for his gavel) and the war began.

Jeff was the first one down, a flurry of snowballs hitting him at once when he stood up too fast. David was next, caught going out to gather more snow. The snowball fight went on for over an hour as they made more snowballs and hit each other. Kurt and Blaine loaded up their arms and sneaked over behind the other fort and covered their opponents with snow, ending the war as everyone gave in to the freezing night.

It was almost midnight when the Warblers once again came into the Senior Commons, shedding outerwear as they came close to the fire, everyone snuggling together. Trent brought marshmallows and they roasted them, putting them in the steaming mugs of hot cocoa Thad and David brought from some unknown source.

Blaine was sitting against a pillow on the sofa, Kurt leaning against his chest and trying to keep his eyes open. Nick was passing out blankets and everyone was snuggling under them as a few boys started to sing. Soon everyone was singing. It was almost like a campfire in summer camp, but indoors.

Kurt looked across the room to see Jeff and Nick on a sofa in the darkest corner, kissing and cuddling under the warm blanket. It didn't seem to bother anyone, even though they were in plain sight and Kurt was suddenly a little more happy to be here at Dalton. Blaine must have had the same thought because he pulled Kurt closer and kissed him softly. Kurt felt warmer and nuzzled his face into Blaine's neck for a moment, kissing the tender skin there. He could feel Blaine sigh silently in content.

The group sang a few more songs, then Wes looked over at the two newcomers.

"Sing us a song, Kurt," he asked and Kurt didn't think too much before he began. He sang "I Want to Hold Your Hand", but the slow ballad version of it. Blaine joined in on the second verse and when they were done Wes looked around the room. Each Warbler nodded his head as Wes looked at him.

"Welcome our two new Warblers into the group," Wes declared and a cheer went up.

Kurt and Blaine both looked up from their kiss in surprise.

"But..I thought we had to audition?" Blaine asked.

"You just did. We meet at four o'clock on Mondays and Wednesdays, here in the Senior Commons room," Wes said. "We'll see you on Wednesday."

"Ah, thank you!" Kurt managed to say, smiling at Blaine.

~*~

Five Weeks Later, Dalton Academy

"Yes, Dad, I do feel safer here. Yes, we've both made friends. Uh-huh, most of them are Warblers, but at McKinley most of our friends were in the Glee club. Of course we'll be home by Friday night dinner. Bye, Dad. Kiss Carol for us," Kurt said, finally hanging up his cell phone. He gave Blaine a quick roll of his eyes in exasperation.

"Burt wants us home for Friday Night dinner?" Blaine asked, more a statement than a question. He was lying on the floor, his head pillowed in Princess' side as she slept. He'd been combing her and felt too lazy to get up just yet.

"I wonder if it's a repeat of last Friday," Kurt said and Blaine sat up. He moved to sit on Kurt's bed beside him.

"What do you really think about your dad's news? You haven't said much this week about it," Blaine asked, pulling Kurt's shoulders so he was leaning against Blaine.

"I'm happy for him, but I do think its a bit soon, don't you?" Kurt asked.

"Burt is a grown man, Kurt. He knows what he wants, and it's not like he's never been married before, is it? He knows what it's like. I'm happy for him," Blaine said.

"Oh, don't get me wrong – I'm happy, too, but so soon?" Kurt said.

"Kurt, listen to me. I hate to bring this up, but I think Burt has been lonely. He's been a widower for nine years. I know he loved your mother, there's no question of that, but he's lonely. Now with us gone most of the time, and only one more year of high school....I think this is the best time for him to get married. And who wouldn't love to have Carole as a step-mom? She is the sweetest woman I've ever met," Blaine said, feeling a need to defend Burt.

"Well, yes, all that is true. I still feel funny about it, but...you're right. I am happy Dad's getting married again."

"One day it'll be us getting married," Blaine said and Kurt whipped around to stare at Blaine.

"What?" he asked.

"Ah...did I say that out loud?" Blaine backpedaled. He didn't mean to just spill that...

"Blaine? You've been thinking about us getting married?" Kurt asked, his face a blank slate that Blaine couldn't read. He put his head down, afraid that Kurt wasn't thinking the same thing. They declared their love for one another for quite some time, but hadn't gone too far physically – not more than being naked together and some hot make-out sessions. Blaine knew Kurt wasn't ready for something too intimate yet, or he thought so anyway. Kurt was afraid anything past frotting and handjobs were pushing Blaine too far with his PTSD caused by Jenn's molestation. Maybe they needed to talk about it.

"Ah..well, Kurt, I can't lie to you. Yes, I've thought about it. You know I love you, and I thought one day...well....I don't want to live a life that doesn't include you, I don't want to face that," Blaine said in a soft voice, not sure how it would be received by Kurt.

Kurt didn't say anything at first, feeling he had been hit in the face with the very thing he'd been struggling to tell Blaine. As it ended up, the words just wouldn't come out of his mouth and he compensated by moving closer and throwing his arms around Blaine. Blaine melted into him and wasn't surprised when he felt Kurt's mouth on his. The kiss was very, very gentle at first – a sort of apology for not having the words. Blaine understood that and kissed back a bit harder, letting his lips part and his tongue brush against Kurt's lips. It wasn't long before they were lying on the bed, sharing deep kisses and their hands began to explore the expanse of warm naked skin of the other, with sighs and moans emanating from the bed. Princess groaned in her sleep and turned over, she'd heard this before and knew it was her place to stay on the floor and not intervene, no matter how much Blaine sounded like he was in trouble.

Right in the middle of a kiss, Kurt pulled back. Blaine looked at his face, trying to decipher what was going on in Kurt's head.

"Kurt?" Blaine asked, his fingers under Kurt's chin to lift his face so Blaine could see his eyes.

"Blaine...I..I..I don't know how to talk about this. I don't know what pretty words to use to make this right. You have that gift, you know, the gift of knowing what to say to make me feel what you mean, to know you hold my heart in your hand. Oh, Blaine..." Kurt put his head back down and blinked to clear his eyes of the tears.

"Hey, it's just me here, you know. Kurt, we've been best friends for nine years, we're Piglet and Pooh, remember? You can tell me anything," he smiled at Kurt, stroking his fingers down his face from temple to mouth.

"It's what you said...wanting to be together always. I want that, Blaine. I love you, not only because you're my best friend, but because you bring something out in me that I didn't know was there. The love I have for you...well, you know, don't you?" Kurt asked, then hid his face in Blaine's neck once again. It was where he felt the safest, the most loved since the days he had hidden his face in the flannel shirt of his father when he ran to him as a child. The feeling of absolute acceptance was here, too.

"Hey, baby, come out and talk to me. I think we're on the same page, you know. There is no reason to be so bashful, Kurt."

Kurt moved back, but reached over to shut off the bedside lamp. There was still the light from the fish tank on the desk across the room, so he could see Blaine. He moved closer and whispered in his ear, "I know we are both thinking about our lives together, but it seems so far away. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, baby, but we're so young. I'm kind of afraid to talk about it, I don't want to jinx it. I don't want to hope too much because if I do and something happens, it will devastate the rest of my life. I think that, but then I realize, I already hope for that and it scares me."

Blaine put his arms around Kurt and drew him closer.

"I understand, and I wish I could reassure you, Kurt. I do love you, more than anyone or anything on this earth. I don't know how to make you believe that. I can only ask you to trust me," Blaine whispered.

"I do, Blaine. I do," Kurt whispered back and then curled up next to him, tipping his face up to kiss Blaine once more.

Kurt pulled at the hem of Blaine's shirt, giving him a shy smile and then pulled the shirt over Blaine's head, messing up his curls. Kurt combed his fingers through the silky black hair to get it back in line, softly curling around Blaine's beautiful face. He pulled his own shirt off, folding the henley neatly and setting it beside Blaine's folded shirt. Then came the jeans, socks, and boxer briefs.

Once again they lay down on the bed together, noses almost touching, eyes closed against the fear in each others' eyes. Kurt leaned just far enough to kiss the tip of Blaine's nose, then they tugged each other closer to kiss once again. This time they were touching skin to skin, close together on the bed. Blaine's tongue out to touch Kurt's neck as he tasted the salt across the skin. Kurt moaned quietly, humming to himself.

Quite a while later, Kurt was on the verge of doing something new but he was so apprehensive that he stopped what he was doing, apologizing in advance for disrupting their make-out session; but he needed to talk to Blaine.

"I want to do something we haven't done before, something I've wanted to do for a long time but I was worried about your reaction," Kurt started.

Blaine looked at his boyfriend, trying to imagine what he was going to ask. It was a mix of fear and excitement, of not knowing but the anticipation was delicious. He saw something in Kurt's eyes, even in the dim light that gave him a chill – what he saw in Kurt's face wasn't just excitement, there was an element of something else – fear, apprehension, anxiety? So, it wasn't an easy question and Blaine wondered how long Kurt had held back asking.

"It's okay, please just ask," Blaine begged. He didn't want anything to come between them, especially not a question that seemed to be a part of their relationship.

"It has to do with your PTSD. I know you don't like to talk about it, but maybe we need to," Kurt said. "This is going to come up one day when we're not ready for it, and I'm afraid of what kind of damage that could cause, so I think maybe we could talk about it now when we're alone and calm?"

"Okay. What did you want to ask?"

"We've been kissing and a few other things for over a year, and I think maybe we're ready for the next step?" Kurt asked and Blaine nodded his head, taking Kurt's hand to lend him courage to ask the question. "Well, you told me what she did...with her mouth...and it's something I have been curious about. I wanted to do that with you, Blaine, but I don't want it to bring back bad memories for you."

Blaine sat up. He had a frown on his face and that scared Kurt for a few moments before he realized that Blaine was just thinking.

"I don't think it will. What triggers the anxiety attacks is smelling her perfume mostly. I don't know the name of it, but it's a dark, musky odor. The perfume and the smell of the damp basement. It happened in the laundry room and that room wasn't finished; it was cement walls and floor with no windows, so it smelled a little like mildew or mold. I don't like being in places like that. The other trigger is if I hear someone whose voice sounds like hers, but that's only happened a few times, and not recently. So, we can try knowing it might happen, and if it does we'll stop. If I can't speak...you know that happens sometimes, right? If I get the feeling and it's too overwhelming, I can't say a single word. I'll squeeze your arm or hand. You'll know to stop, okay?"

"Okay. We don't have to do it today, I kind of killed the mood. I was just worried if I tried that, well, I just thought you needed to know if it was going to happen and not have it surprise you," Kurt said in a soft voice, stroking Blaine's chest. He cuddled up close, sharing Blaine's warmth under the covers.

"Come closer, baby, I need you," Kurt said, scooting to be nearer to Blaine. They were kissing again, Kurt whispering sweet promises, Blaine feeling the warm breath over his neck. They curled together, touching each other in all their secret places. Kurt's lips ran down the center of Blaine's chest, leaving a trail of tingling nips and licks in their wake. As he reached Blaine's belly, he rubbed his cheek against the softness then turned his mouth to start kissing again. He paused and looked up at Blaine, silently asking if this was really okay. Blaine took a deep breath and nodded. Kurt's rubbed his cheek against the silky surface of Blaine's cock, feeling the stiff muscle underneath. Blaine took in deep breaths as he tried to stay calm. He waited for the bad feelings to come – the shaking and shortness of breath and deep fear – but it never came. Instead he felt Kurt there, smelled the mixture of jasmine and spicy ginger with spring rain, added to a scent that was pure Kurt. It was amazing.

Kurt looked up at Blaine's face, watching for any nuance of fear or apprehension, but it just wasn't there. Instead, Blaine had his eyes pinned to Kurt's, a dark look of desire glimmering in the honey-brown depths. Kurt took this as a sign to go further.

Opening his mouth, he took Blaine's hand and put his boyfriend's index finger in his mouth, sucking and running his tongue over the tip in mock playfulness. The look on Blaine's face as he closed his eyes and tried to keep his hips from bucking forward weren't playful. Neither was the deep moan that escaped his lips. Kurt's body reacted to that with shooting, tingling, feelings from his belly up his back and down to his balls. He was so hard it was just short of painful.

Do you want me to do that here?" Kurt whispered, removing the finger and stroking Blaine's erection."Blaine..." Kurt's breath ghosted across Blaine's ear and he could feel his blood moving in his veins like fire, filling his cock as it got harder.

"Yes, oh..god, yes..." Blaine managed to say, his breath coming in gasps as he imagined Kurt's mouth doing to his cock what it had just done to his finger.

Kurt tried to put his fingers around Blaine's thick cock, gently moving his hand up and down a few times. "Oh, Blaine, you are so beautiful, look at how beautiful this is...." Kurt moaned, as he licked the tip and circled around the crown, then slid his tongue up the underside along the thick vein. Blaine was moaning with every movement. Kurt spent a long time running his tongue all over, slowly licking. He cupped Blaine's balls in his hand, gently moving them in the sac, dipping down from time to time to lick there, too. He kept it up, always moving slowly, until Blaine's heartbeat was a little less frantic. Kurt opened his mouth and took in just the crown, sucking gently as he used his tongue to stimulate the most sensitive place near the ridge. Blaine moaned loudly and let go of the blankets that had been wrapped in his hands. He moved them to Kurt's hair, carding his fingers through the silky chestnut locks as he laid back and tried not to buck his hips forward.

Until Kurt took it all in his mouth, touching the back of his throat with the first downward movement. Blaine froze. He was not breathing, couldn't get in any air and was panicking. He couldn't tell Kurt to stop – his voice was gone, his muscles frozen. All he could do was hold still and pray it would let up enough for him to take a breath.

Kurt pulled back a bit, just that split second, and knew something was wrong. He pulled his mouth away and scrambled up the bed to Blaine, pulling him into his arms.

"Blaine? Are you okay?" he asked, waiting for Blaine to take a breath. He had told Kurt what it was like when he had a panic attack, how hard it was to breathe, like someone crushing his chest. "Baby, calm down. I'm sorry...so sorry. That was so selfish of me."

Blaine was shaking his head no. He closed his eyes and relaxed his muscles. Princess was anxious..she knew he needed her and was trying to jump on the bed. Kurt got back so she could get next to Blaine and press her body against him, resting her muzzle on his chest. Kurt went to the bedside table and got one of Blaine's anti-anxiety pills from the bottle and brought it to him with a glass of water. He was breathing slightly better and took the pill, then ran his hand along Princess' side, hugging her close to him. He snapped his fingers and she jumped off the bed, settling on the floor, but still watched his face.

"Kurt, c'mere," Blaine asked in a small voice. Kurt stood away from the bed, wringing his hands together, seeming not to notice he was still stark naked. He just looked at Blaine, fear in his eyes. "Please?"

Kurt moved over to the bed, slowly climbing in and over to sit beside Blaine.

"I'm sorry, I should never have done that. It was cruel," Kurt gasped.

"No...no. You should. And we're going to try again. Kurt, I need someone who knows me, but is brave enough to help me get through this. I guess it's kind of selfish on my part, but I want to be able to enjoy you sucking me off. We have the rest of our lives together and I want that for myself. Are you willing to help me?" Blaine asked, although he already sounded defeated.

"Maybe another day...in a few weeks, maybe, we can try again," Kurt said.

"No. I mean right now. If I don't keep trying, it will just build up in my mind again. Can we try again?" Blaine asked.

"Ah...." Kurt's eyes rolled in his attempt to come up with something to say.

"Please?"

"Okay, Blaine. We can try again," Kurt said. He shut off the bedside lamp once again and laid down next to Blaine, taking him in his arms. "You know I'll do anything for you, baby."

They kissed for a while before Kurt moved down in the bed, stroking Blaine's thighs and kissing his soft belly. Once again he took Blaine in his mouth, gently licking and sucking the tip. So far so good, Blaine was relaxed and moaning his pleasure. Kurt was far too worried to be hard right now, but that was not going to stop him, Blaine was his priority now.

Stroking the inside of Blaine's thighs again, moving his hand to spread Blaine's legs and cupping his balls, then watching as his boyfriend quivered for a moment before moaning again. Kurt was teasing him a little, trying to get him so worked up that he forgot what he was doing and maybe that would get him past the trigger point.

Kurt reached under the edge of the bed where he'd put the small bottle of lube they sometimes used when they gave each other hand jobs, finding the pump bottle and squirting some on the fingers of his right hand. He was still holding Blaine's erection with his left hand, stroking the part of his cock that wasn't in his mouth. He pushed Blaine's legs a bit farther apart and the next time he cupped his balls, he slid his hand back and ghosted across Blaine's pink entrance. Blaine jumped, letting out a shouted word, probably Kurt's name though he wouldn't swear to it.

Kurt made an inquiring sound, his mouth too busy to speak in words and Blaine began to pant, "Oh, Kurt...oh that felt so good," he whimpered. Kurt did it again, circling the sphincter muscle with the slick lube. Blaine moaned again and Kurt moved his lips down the shaft a bit more. Maybe he had done it too fast last time? He was gliding his finger over the hole, pushing just a bit more until Blaine was once more panting. Kurt slid his lips just that much farther, sucking gently and circling his tongue around the ridge under the crown, sliding into the slit and back out, taking more in while his finger breached the muscle and Blaine's hips bucked up – forcing him farther down Kurt's throat.

Kurt kept up a rhythm, moving up and down the shaft, feeling the blood pumping into Blaine's thick cock – his leg muscles trembling.

After pushing his finger inside Blaine, he stroked softly until he located that place that he was sure would take Blaine's mind off of anything in his past. He went down as far as he could on Blaine's cock, swallowing as Blaine buried his fingers in Kurt's hair and held on tightly. His legs were shaking now and his breath was coming in gasps once more, but there was no sign of the panic that came before.

Stroking the prostate along with deep throating as far as possible, Kurt reached up just to gently pinch Blaine's nipple between his thumb and finger. That was the final piece to the puzzle as Blaine shouted Kurt's name and exploded into his mouth, his semen splashing down Kurt's throat as Blaine cried out, not realizing how loud he was screaming Kurt's name. Kurt tried to put his hand over Blaine's mouth, but to little avail. He kept his mouth in place until Blaine was done, and he slowly removed his finger from Blaine's body and climbed up beside him, a towel in his hands. He wiped off his hand, then cuddled close to Blaine who put his arms around Kurt.

"Are you okay?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah...I think I am. Wow....that was different somehow. I didn't even think about it when you...well, what you did with your finger. It worked. Now, lay back and let me show you what it feels like?" Blaine asked.

"You don't have to, tonight was all about you, Blaine," Kurt said, but Blaine was not taking no for an answer when he happened to brush against Kurt's swollen cock.

Blaine did just what Kurt had done, kissing down Kurt's chest and stroking him, taking him immediately into his mouth. It was more difficult with Kurt's size, but Blaine did the best he could and soon had Kurt howling his name as he came hard into his boyfriend's mouth. Blaine milked the last of Kurt's seed and sat back, the love shining in his eyes as he looked at Kurt laying back on the pillows.

"I think living at Dalton is going to be one of the best moves we've ever made, Kurt," Blaine said, kissing the corner of Kurt's smile.

"That it is, that it is..." Kurt said back, snuggling his nose into Blaine's neck as he pulled the blankets up around themselves to keep warm on the cold and snowy night.